Gift essay 600 words Part 1
A simple cup, but the warmth of a lifetime month 16, a day I take for granted. Cake, candles, gifts, blessings, everything is normal. But this winter of 2020, I no longer feel the cold that day, everything is the same as before, the seat of the things little by little increase, but I seem to have no pleasure. This is probably another beautiful and sacred but sad day! In the evening, it rained. After a long day of work, I went to my dormitory after study hall. Suddenly, Jing stopped me and asked me to go to the entrance of the school. I don't care, but I don't want to spoil the fun, so I went to the door. At this time, the door has long been no one, only he stood in the door, even did not hit the umbrella, staring blankly at the ground. I was stunned, I do not know how many days have not spoken. I and he, as if born with a grudge, a meeting is not quarrel that is a miracle. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through it. I took a step back and a step back, suddenly, he ran over, I froze, stayed there, he stood still or did not speak, did not wait for me to respond to the hard stuffed me something, and then, and rushed out of the school. After his back disappeared in the smoke, I just re-examined the hands of the rain has long been soaked with "treasure". It was a cup with only one ear on the thick bottom. I remember in the past, as long as the weather is cold, I will want to brew a cup of coffee, warm, warm, but I forgot when I told her. The outside of the cup was black with a few white wavy lines, and the inside was milk-colored. These two colors are my favorite. Tears streamed down my eyes, and after that, every time the aroma of coffee filled the cup, the warmth came to my heart. But I never said "thank you". The cup accompanied me through one after another cold winter, I still could not say "thank you", and time has not allowed, after junior high school, we were divided into two different classes special days, special feelings, I will never forget that special birthday, and he has long forgotten my voice! "Thank you" Gifts 600 words Part 2 God created mankind and gave them the skill to create. As a result, human beings have created many things and destroyed many at the same time. Perhaps there is a theorem for everything. = Why did humans become the masters of the world with the times - because they had "brains and hands". It gives us the command and power to bring mankind unlimited development, unlimited wealth look at their own palms, curved lines in the palm of the intertwined, I found that the trajectory of life in the hands and change. Five short and long fingers and a palm constitute the power to create things, how small things ah! And yet he creates infinity! I can't imagine what else it can do, what power it has. The wheel of fate began to turn, when mankind has a hand, through the millennium, mankind's immortal "achievements" in the infinite splendor. I praise the hand, because I love it. I can not imagine when mankind does not have the hands of imagination - mankind is therefore lost power, one side of the loss of hands to bring the beauty of this is an incomplete mankind. How many ancient writers have written about hands? I hate the hand because I hate it. It is it that brings the power of evil and creates unimaginable weapons. Who is not a murderer with bloodied hands, everything is connected with the hand. There is nobility there is degradation, there is darkness there is light, human flourishing civilization and how many are not piled up with blood. When you see the white bones on TV; when you see the bodies fell in a pool of blood; when you see the victims are full of sadness, pain, confusion in the eyes; when you see the city destroyed in the moment of death - everything is the hand of all the evil, brought infinite hope, also brought the endless desire, also brought the endless destruction. The development of society does not go forward, when mankind reached the top, perhaps endless killing brought to mankind, is bound to be the destruction of this civilization. Thus, the arrival of the hand becomes its return. The incredible world has been explored by the hand, bringing mankind an advanced world of comfort and happiness. There is good and there is bad, and everything may be relative. I don't know what the height of human civilization will be in 10,000 years, what it will have developed and what it will have destroyed. But I think, since the emergence, there is a reason for its occurrence.The gift of 600 words Essay 3
The gift of the years years is the sky meteorite quietly slipped, although only a moment, but it left a most beautiful arc, will be the good memories between you and me rooted in my heart.Friends, do you know why we met? You know why we know each other? This can only be said to be the gift of the years to us, will you send me to my side, and I *** laughter, *** with sadness, *** with the end of the world? We will never leave each other, we made a vow, can you remember? Even if the promise a thousand times, the friendship between us will not change, because you are always by my side?
My dearest friend ah, do you remember the elementary school when we strolled together in the park, with the insects singing together, with the flowers and plants jumping together, listening to them to tell the heart of the joy and happiness. We shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, back to back, under a big tree, it was in the fall, the ground is full of yellow leaves, from a distance, a good picture of autumn watercolors, sometimes, leaves from the trees down, gently fall on our heads, the leaves are afraid of people feel the sadness of autumn, so dress up beautifully, decorated with all the corners. We look up at the sky, looking at the white clouds, mouth humming a song, enjoying the autumn wind, such a picture is very good, can we stay in this? friend ah, you can remember, we like to play in a crystal clear stream, like each with a float, like water to others to splash, that chase play, is one of the most precious memories of our childhood, the memories, as if it happened yesterday, that day, I said to you: "the end of the next summer, we will accept the fate of the arrangement. " You hear this, your eyes were filled with tears, eventually, breaking that line of defense, could not help but flow out, looking at you crying, I could not help but tremble in my heart, a sour nose, and you cried out together. Even then, I kept telling myself to be strong, but ultimately could not restrain their emotions? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The passage of time, brought us each of the gift, and you, my friend, is the gift of heaven to me, not to become a precious treasure on our life path.Gifts 600 words Part 4
"June 1" Children's Day is coming soon, and I am eagerly looking forward to its arrival, because that day is also my birthday. As I fantasize about what gifts I will receive, I can't help but think of the gift my mom and dad gave me on my tenth birthday. On my tenth birthday, the weather was exceptionally sunny. Early in the morning I received gifts from the elders. Grandpa gave me a beautiful watch, grandma gave me a delicate wallet, uncle gave me a brand new bike, aunt gave me a beautiful schoolbag look at these gifts, I smiled from ear to ear. But why don't my mom and dad give me a gift? I see my mom is still not moving to chat with the relatives, happiness can not help but bring worry. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see my mom and dad, and I was so happy to see her. After dinner, I pulled my mom to one side, pouting, complaining, "Mom, my gift?" Mom heard, unhurriedly said: "This will give you to get, look at you anxious like that!" Mom brought the gift, but hid it behind her back. I couldn't wait to ask my mom: "Tell me what is the gift?" Mom stroked my head and said mysteriously: "Guess!" When my mom said that, I felt even more curious. I touched the back of my head, thought: I like to eat chocolate, mom must have bought me chocolate! Thinking of this, I quickly said: "It's chocolate!" Mom smiled and shook her head. What is it then? Oh, it must be books! Usually I love to read, in the class I am known as the "little doctor", perhaps my mother is trying to encourage me to continue to do so. I blurted out, "Books!" But mom still shook her head. I got impatient and shook my mom's arm, saying, "No more guessing! No more guessing! You quickly show me!" Looking at my anxious look, mom took out the gift from behind - it was a set of sportswear and a pair of sneakers! The gift was so ordinary that I couldn't help but be disappointed. Mom saw my thoughts and said with deep emotion: "Son, your father and I think you are too fat, which will bring inconvenience to your future study and life. Your ideal is not to want to go to military school? Your body will not meet the standard Oh!" Hearing my mother's words, I suddenly realized. It turned out that my mother is to realize my ideal. Looking at my mom's kind face, I jumped into her arms Gifts 600 words Part 5 No one expected that the gift she gave me was an oil painting that she had painted. At our age, receiving an oil painting is the envy of all! I held the oil painting she handed me, looked at her with tears in my eyes, unable to speak. "There's nothing to cry about, I've been learning to paint for a long time, and this is the most recent painting I've done, especially for you, of course." My desk so said to me, beside the other classmates towards my hand of oil paintings vigorously steal a glance, as if all want to be in this moment, become me, become the object of my desk to send oil paintings. Although my classmate is my classmate, she is not really my friend, right? Because usually and she has nothing to talk about, she is also very cool, not with us a group of chattering girls mixed together, we only know that she often sit there to read, who do not know that she will also be painting oil paintings, and more importantly, she secretly remembered my birthday, my birthday prepared for a long time. When I received the painting she prepared for me, I put her into my friends in my heart. No one has ever prepared a gift for me with so much heart, and no one has ever been willing to paint a painting for so long as a birthday gift for me. "Can I really take it?" I asked her in disbelief, and she said to me, somewhat breathlessly, "Little girl, an oil painting is nothing, as long as you like it." After she finished speaking, she picked up the book she was reading and continued to look at it. I held the oil painting she gave me to the other students beside me and smiled slightly, indicating that I received such a different gift, the other people produce inexplicable apologies. I put the painting on my chest and looked at it. The painting was of her impression of me at the same table, a little girl with the same hairstyle as mine, jumping on a rubber band with the little girls beside her. Seeing this painting, I realized that although she never played with us, but often look at us, with a kind of love.Gifts 600 words Part 6
The tall trees outside the window have just a few dead leaves on their slender branches. The gift store is very busy, it's Christmas, there are bells everywhere, as long as the door is open, the bells will be swinging happily, the sound is rising and falling. I kept my head down, comparing the two figures in my hands. Under the incandescent light, the blush on the dolls' faces stood out, and their smooth appearance was very appealing. At this point, I have been indecisive, do not know which one to choose as a gift for a good friend. Pushing and shoving the crowd airtight, soon my face was also indoor warm air steam red, uncomfortable very much. My hand was tightly tugging on my satchel, and I suddenly had a phobia of choice. Those two dolls, are our favorite faceless man, but they have their own form, black cloak, expressionless face. I stared at them in disbelief. I picked up one of them in my right hand, looked at it in comparison, picked up another one, looked at it up and down, and then looked at it from a distance. I decided on one, but I couldn't let go of the other, and then I stayed in the same place to think about it. Finally made up his mind, ready to pay, squeezed half a day, holding tightly in the hands of the faceless man, finally full of joy. In the evening, it was dark early. Drawing room in the eye-catching put an equal height of the Christmas tree, the branches of the tree sporadically hanging baubles, there are exquisite small Santa Claus, there is a palm-sized gift box, a long string of red lights, really brightly illuminated. Walked to the seat, waiting for the arrival of friends. As soon as we met, I gave her the doll, and her surprised face let me know that the afternoon hadn't been wasted. She also handed me a bag, I opened a look, there is a packet of cocoa candy, it immediately evoked my memories. When I was a kid, I always remember that after kindergarten, the two of us would run downstairs to the snack store to buy candy. Each of us would buy a packet of cocoa candies, and we wouldn't even chew them in our mouths, we just wanted to savor them slowly, letting them melt away, leaving the fragrance on our lips and teeth, and then we would be satisfied. A good friend handed me a bag, almost all of the food, although not expensive, but also precious, is the best gift.Some days, those small, insignificant gifts come from my deepest memories, and they are gifts that belong only to me.
Gifts 600 Words Part 7
Gifts, some are precious, some are meaningful; some gifts represent apologies, some gifts represent blessings, and my gift represents filial piety. When I was six years old, my mother told me that my grandmother's birthday, I had the idea of giving my grandmother a birthday gift. I secretly took a piece of paper, took out a box of colored pencils, a person lying on the table and drew up after the painting I was excited to hide the gift in my schoolbag, happy to go out to play. I ran to the room alone and took the painting out, carefully put it in my pocket. In the evening, after eating the cake, we began to send blessing gifts to the grandmother: mom sent a dress, dad sent some herbs, aunt sent a summer quilt, aunt sent a pot of flowers, grandma saw these things happy and can't close her mouth, I nervously take the gift I want to send out of the pocket, stammered: "Grandma, I want to I want to send you a gift. " Said, then I doodle the picture with both hands to hand over, grandmother got frozen, one second, two seconds, about five seconds, grandmother slowly open the picture. I waited apprehensively for the results, after a long time, the grandmother moved to tears, and then a put my arms around the past to everyone said: "This year, my birthday, Zhang Bo sent me the most favorite gift and the most precious! Until I grew up I realized that my grandmother said that my gift is precious, not how good I painted, but it has a deeper meaning?D?D Filial piety. On the value, I sent the gift is absolutely no match for the adult gift, but on the emotion, my gift and the adult gift can be completely equal treatment. Now, the grandmother is getting older, I still send her gifts on New Year's holidays, gifts, although very common, but my relationship with my grandmother is getting closer and closer. I love my grandmother, as the saying goes, "filial piety is the first of all good things", I will definitely pay good attention to my grandmother. The smile of my grandmother is the most meaningful gift I have ever received!Gifts Essay 600 Words Part 8
Christmas is coming soon, the class is calculating to give Christmas gifts to others, I also gave my few good friends to prepare my mom's hand-made woodruff cake. December 25th finally came, to be honest, I still have some expectations for this day, do not know what gifts I will receive. Early in the morning to the school, the students have begun to exchange gifts, I also hurried to bring my cupcakes sent out, and then sat on the seat waiting for other students to give me gifts. But I waited until the end of the morning study hall, but still did not wait for anyone to give me a gift. I thought to myself, "They must have been too late to give me my present during morning study. I can only comfort myself with this. But I have been waiting, Christmas is half over, my drawer is still in addition to textbooks and nothing, I can not help but feel a little sad, they sent out so many gifts, but nothing received. I sat alone in my seat and sulked, when my friend Xiao l asked me on the side of the morning to give him a cupcake is not to buy. I smiled and proudly told him: "No, this is my mom's handmade." When he found out, he was a little disbelieving at first, but later he praised my mom's craftsmanship. He even jokingly said, "I'd like to go to your house for dinner." This amused us both. I suddenly felt that the cake was not a waste of money. Now I'm not as depressed as I was before, and it doesn't matter whether those students have prepared gifts for me, after all, I've already sent my share of love. evening back home, picked up the phone to look at WeChat, found that during the day those who received my cake students have sent a message of thanks and blessings, I also made a reply. Mom told me that I received a gift of classmates parents sent a message to her, said I received a gift very happy. All of my unhappiness at this time has dissipated, I actually sent out the cake, harvested the friendship ah. Suddenly, someone in the class group asked me what gift I received, and I didn't answer, but I already had the answer in my heart.Gifts 600 words Part 9
Hey, hey, call Dad! Call daddy! Hey, hey, call Daddy! Hey, hey, call Daddy! I shouted nervously on the other end of the phone. If Dad doesn't answer the phone, it's over. Go home and wait for the tiger's eyes to burn him to ashes! Today is Valentine's Day, and couples are out on the street with their favorite gifts. Mom does not know how many sighs today: "Alas - your father cool-headed, married for so many years, not even a gift, waiting for his Valentine's Day gift, I'm old, hmm, come back to take him back!" I can not help but for the father pinched a sweat, secretly prayed. In the afternoon, while my mom was doing laundry, she snuck out the door and snuck around the corner to make a phone call. "Tick - tick - tick -" waited for a long time like a light year, my hands are getting stronger, the phone came a mechanical female voice, the phone you dialed is on the line no? I fought on, and just when I was about to give up, he finally answered. I breathed a sigh of relief. Without waiting for him to say a word, I hurriedly started my Valentine's Day gift speech. Hearing his countless promises that he would bring gifts, the taut heartstrings finally relaxed, but I couldn't help but worry and could only sigh, Dad, daughter can only help you here. At six o'clock, there was a knock on the door, and I ran to the door, wishing the distance was a few meters shorter. It's dad, but where's the gift? It wasn't. I felt a big stone in my heart. I stared at Dad as he slowly pulled a box of chocolates out of his coat. I thought I could finally get out of this. Mom received the gift, her face flushed red, but still hardened her mouth and asked me, "Is this your little reminder notice letter? I walked away for a moment,abercrombie france, my father winked at me, I know. "How could it be!" I could clearly see tears welling up from the corners of my mother's eyes. She couldn't stop the corners of her mouth. She turned around in a hurry and rushed back to the kitchen. The food smelled good that day, and mom's smile was always so bright. A small gift is a strong bond, a tacit agreement between father and daughter for the **** same purpose.A small gift is a strong bond, a tacit understanding between father and daughter for the *** same purpose.
Gifts 600 words Part 10
The brown-colored body of the pen, the cap of the pen there is a golden ring, looks very elegant, this is a fountain pen, it is my transfer to the school, my best friend sent me a parting gift. The day of the separation of clear skies, but our hearts are full of haze, we stood in front of the school, tears in the eye sockets, eyes full of reluctance, mom came over to urge: "to go, hurry up." At this time, my friend fixed his mind, choked: "I want to give you a gift." "What gift?" I asked in surprise. He slowly pulled out a beautiful little box from his school bag and handed it to me. There was a pen inside, and he said with red eyes, "This is my gift to you, I hope you can spend every day happily in your new school." I slowly took the pen, gently a pen but let me feel heavy, time seems to have stood still, holding the pen, tears slipped through my eyes, he smiled and comforted me: "Buddy, when you think of me, more look at this pen, remember that I'm in the far away accompanied by you to make progress. We will always meet again." After saying goodbye with tears in my eyes, I sat in the car with the pen in my hand, tears welling up in my eyes, my emotions getting more and more broken, and I thought to myself: "Goodbye, my friend, I'm going to miss you." Finally, I reached out from the car, waving my hand vigorously and shouting: "We'll see each other next time, and we'll try to be better together." Outside the car he nodded vigorously to me, my heart also secretly swear, in the new school must study hard. Whenever I see this pen, I will think of his concern for me in the past, whenever I am lonely, I hold the pen at the table, I feel as if he was at my side to accompany me, when I did not do well, as long as I pick up this pen, I feel that he is encouraging me to make me work hard. This kind of emotion supported me throughout the semester, in our meeting, although it is rainy, but, our hearts are sunny.This is not just a gift, it is also our emotional support, the continuation of friendship.
Gifts 600 words Part 11
Gifts, we have received. I have received countless, also sent countless, there will always be one or two impressed you, become an indispensable part of the memory. Or happy, or sad, or surprised, or tears maybe it is now lying quietly on your bookshelf, maybe with the people agreed to always bring it with me, I am no exception, that "the most heartfelt gift" is placed on the display shelf in the most conspicuous place. When I look at it, I remember the details of the gift. It was the beginning of 2021, a snowy night, my birthday, about a few good friends in the weekdays, know each other for a long time old classmates, we gathered in a restaurant, while the open stomach to eat and drink, while talking about a thing that has become the past, we laughed so much that we couldn't catch our breath. Time flies like an arrow, turn the night has been late, to the time of separation. Our faces are full of joyful smiles, everyone's face red, have waved goodbye. Suddenly, Lou Hongyu solemnly came to me in front, handed me an exquisitely packaged gift, I opened a look: a crystal beads with a string of "fortune mouse" into my eyes. Lou Hongyu introduced the gift to me, and told me how he did it. I stared at the exquisite workmanship of the mouse, feel very incredible, to know, he is in my eyes is a big grin, brash, occasionally open a few boring small jokes buddy. His heart which is so fine, I can hardly imagine that this more than a hundred beads, can be strung with such a thin rope into such a three-dimensional look, which is by no means a day's work. For a moment, I actually forgot to thank, the whole person stayed where. After a while, only slowly from the mouth spit out "thank you" two hard words. And he, just smiled, took my shoulders and walked out of the restaurant together. After this incident, I have a new understanding of the building Hongyu, he not only do things straight, or a bold and meticulous people, which is to promote our friendship. Until now, I will occasionally look at the mouse holding a gold dollar, that is the witness of our friendship.