No small matter 1 Although I am a lively and lovely girl who can imagine and speak humorously, I sometimes help the needy!
It was a rest day. My mother and I went to my good friend's house to be guests. I didn't come back with my mother until evening.
Walking, a black shadow flashed in front of me, and I stopped at once. At first, I thought it was the shadow of some grass, but I couldn't help being driven by curiosity. I opened my eyes wide, stepped forward and took a closer look.
I don't know if I don't see it, but I was really shocked at first sight. What do I see? I actually saw a swallow shivering with cold on the ground! Because it is at night, the wind is very strong, although it is summer, it is also very cold. My heart of pity came, and I asked the owner of the fruit shop next door for help. The boss gave me a box big enough to hold the swallow, and I put it in.
With the help of dim light, I can see its appearance clearly. Its eyes are black and shiny, its mouth is black and yellowish, its nose is just two small holes above its mouth, its feathers are black and black, and its tail has not yet grown into a scissors shape. It can't eat or fly.
The next day, one of my aunts offered a helping hand to the swallow. She carefully opened its mouth. With her long fingernails painted with nail polish, she sent the soaked grains of rice to the swallow's mouth one by one, and poured water into its mouth bit by bit. We are careful not to hurt it.
I know that swallows like to stand on wires as notes, so I specially gave them my pure wood drying rack to play with. There is a faint fragrance on it, and it stands on it with great pride, which is simply a living painting. At this moment, I understand that it will live and live well.
"curiosity kills the cat." Everyone says so, but I don't think so. Curiosity makes me ready to help others, curiosity makes me knowledgeable, and curiosity makes me help the needy.
I sent the swallow back to the nest, because he can fly and eat, and it's time for him to go home.
Such a fresh little life was saved in my hands. I feel so great!
It's no small matter. 2 The carriage in the morning is quiet and leisurely. The cold wind blew on my face. The lake looks innocent. Rouge dyed with pottery glaze. Quiet, not a ripple.
Suddenly, the car stopped in front of a noodle restaurant. The scarlet door was engraved with a bronzing scarlet letter in astonishment. The smell of millet wafted in. Pots and pans collided. Walk into the shop. Surrounded by this dissolved antique fragrance. Four mahogany rectangular tables, each with six pale yellow rocking chairs. "Wife of shop-owner, as usual, it's still fried fish and noodles!" I smiled and told her.
Soon, the noodles were covered with ginger-yellow noodles, lined with chopped green onions. I was about to take chopsticks, but I couldn't help wondering. Usually when I come to eat noodles, I only have disposable chopsticks. The noodle seller is taking care of the guests enthusiastically, but I am thinking again. Now that you have ordinary wooden chopsticks, which pair should you use?
When the proprietress was busy, I hurriedly asked her, "Auntie, how did you change your chopsticks?" Aunt smiled and said, "Now we are talking about environmental protection. Our family has many guests, and we will use more than 10,000 pairs of chopsticks a year. How many trees have to be cut down? It's a waste. It is better to reuse it! " I can't help wondering, I don't feel like I ate a lot of disposable chopsticks at ordinary times. It is amazing to really know this data. There are several stores in the city, all over the country and all over the world. At this rate, in a few years, there will be only a handful of people in the world.
Now, I chose wooden chopsticks without hesitation. A few days later, when I went back, I found that there were only wooden chopsticks in the chopsticks tube. Disposable chopsticks are completely out of sight. I'm relieved.
It's just such a small thing as eating. Have you ever thought that this is related to the survival of the earth? The word environmental protection is not far away from us, even around us.
It's no small matter. Composition 3 "You stand up" The teacher shouted to me.
I lowered my head and held an 85-point math test paper in my hand. I was ashamed and nervous at that time. "Why didn't you write a word correctly? You only got 85 points!" The teacher criticized me loudly again.
Looking at the math problem that was deducted 5 points because of a wrong word, I couldn't help but recall my pride in the exam at that time. "This exam is really simple. I can write with my eyes closed." I thought in my heart. I picked up a pen and wrote it quickly. It took me only one class to write the test paper. Time seems to pass very long, and I am bored waiting for the time to pass by. The exam was over, and I handed my paper, which was full of mistakes, to the teacher. I'm happy to get a good result in the exam! "Hello" my deskmate called me softly, and I came to my senses. The teacher is asking me at this moment: "Do you know why you did so badly in the exam?" I replied to her in a low voice, "He is careless." "If you look at you, you have made a mistake. You didn't even get into the top ten of the class!" The teacher criticized me loudly, and then she glared at me again.
Now that I think about it carefully, it is just a common practice to write a wrong word on weekdays, but I made a mistake in the exam and failed to get into the top of the class. This made me realize that in fact, small things are not small. Many people always ignore a small matter, but in the end they are troubled by it. It is not difficult to do a small thing, just to see if it is done seriously. If it is not done well, it may eventually become a big thing.
It's no small matter. In our life, we will always make mistakes, and the small mistakes we make will always be ignored. In fact, it's no small matter.
It was Saturday afternoon, and I went to the piano class with Mr. Wo.
The song I played was called "Wedding in My Dream". Teacher, I pointed out the shortcomings in my piano music: the place where I should play 8 degrees higher was not 8 degrees higher. I immediately corrected the wrong place after hearing it.
After the improvement, the music is obviously much better. After being praised by the teacher, some of it is on cloud.
However, after I got home, I didn't take this matter to heart, and I followed the steps step by step. The place where the bomb was 8 degrees high was not 8 degrees high.
Time flies, and it's time for my piano lesson, so I passed with my "cultivation achievements".
Teacher, after hearing this, I was a little angry, but I also noticed it with a keen sense of smell (the sense of smell is not very appropriate here, and it is changed to an expression similar to "I also feel the smell of gunpowder in the air"). The teacher said, "This is still the last class, and I told you to change it. I told you to change it in that class. If you change it, you will forget it when you get home."
So I changed it, but I found out, I'm used to not playing the high octave, and as long as I talk about it, I'll naturally play the wrong way.
After my efforts to turn the tide (it is not appropriate to turn the tide here, just write "after some painful torture"), I still (finally) corrected the handle.
Yes, it's no small matter. Once left unchecked, it will eventually lead to great disaster.
It's no small matter. Composition 5 "Aunt, I want to throw up!" With the screeching brakes, people in the carriage leaned forward involuntarily, and the little cousin, who was held in her arms by her mother, covered her stomach and said to her mother with a painful look, "Aunt, I really want to throw up!"
My mother took my sister and me home from Shanghai, and the rapid movement of the subway and the violent braking made my little cousin carsick. The carriage is crowded with people, standing and sitting make the carriage packed, and the sultry air makes it difficult to breathe. Mother stood with her sister in her arms, and changed her hand every once in a while, holding her sister with the other arm. My sister frowned and closed her mouth, trying not to spit it out.
I looked around anxiously to see if there were any vacant seats. At this moment, a kind voice came: "Baby, sit with me." I looked inside and turned out to be an old woman. She is plump, short and stocky, wearing a floral silk shirt with a white background, a pair of white sandals, and a dark cloth bag between her elbows, which seems to contain some vegetables and fruits. Mom quickly declined: "How dare you? You are so old. You'd better sit down. " Grandma smiled kindly: "Nothing, anyway, I'm almost at the station. Let the baby come and sit here. " Mother saw that her sister was really uncomfortable, so she had to take her to the position of grandmother. The old woman stood where we stood, holding the rings and struggling to keep her balance. After my sister made it, she felt much more comfortable and gradually had a smile on her little face.
Grandma looked at us from time to time, and when she saw that her sister was comfortable, she smiled and the crow's feet stretched out. As soon as I arrived, the grandmother didn't get off; Another stop arrived, but grandma still didn't get off; Third stop, fourth stop ... Grandma is still standing there. A sentence suddenly popped into my mind: "I'm almost at the station." Somehow, my eyes are moist ...
Although this matter has passed for a long time, I still often think of it, think of the figure wearing a floral silk shirt with a white background, and think of those warm words. That little thing left in my memory made me understand that as long as everyone is willing to give a little bit of goodwill, the world will become a beautiful ocean of love.
There are many things in life, big and small. Sometimes small things are not small, and big things are not big. However, I also have an example of small things:
Once, I was playing at my cousin's house and was having a good time when a phone call came. After answering the phone, my cousin quickly grabbed the bag on the table and said to me, "MengMeng, help me feed the dog. I have something urgent to go out." "Well, good." I said happily, thinking, "It's just feeding a dog! Three-year-olds can do it. "
After my cousin left, I went to feed the dog. I swaggered forward and opened the kennel. Before I took a step, a flash of brown lightning flew out and grabbed my leg firmly, scaring the daylights out of me, but I couldn't get it back for a long time.
I walked into the dog house with soft steps, and a stench came at me. "It stinks!" " I covered my nose and said angrily.
Whatever, stink! I grabbed a handful of dog food and went to the dog's plate. I leaned down and was about to put it down. Unexpectedly, the brown dog rushed in like crazy and screamed at my hand. Wang! Wang! Wang! I sat down on the ground, and my three souls and six spirits, which I finally recovered, "moved home" and refused to return.
I sat there for a long time, and the dog's black bean-like eyes stared at me for a long time. If my cousin hadn't come to wake me up, I would have sat there for a day.
My cousin held the dog in her arms and asked me with concern, "MengMeng, what's the matter? Did my chocolate scare you? " My heart was sour and I nodded sadly. Cousin looked at the puppy in her arms, frowned, gently hit the chocolate, and cursed "Little villain, told you to bully the guests, told you to scare them, and the food was cancelled today ... After scolding, cousin smiled and looked up and said to me," Look, I punished it! I smile through tears.
After this lesson, I finally realized that small things are sometimes more difficult to do than big things. Small as it is, it also has an important side.
It's a trivial matter, but it's not trivial. I mean the little thing of missing my mother.
Mother, as I grow up, she gradually begins to show signs of aging. Even if I live with my mother every day, I will still miss my mother, her smile and the wrinkles around her eyes. When I saw some silver threads hidden in her hair, I missed my mother when she was young. At that time, my mother, with shiny black hair, usually showed me the beauty of seaweed as soon as she turned her head. Now she has silver threads, one by one. "Mom, I want to dye your hair." When my mother heard my request, she smiled and said "Yes", and I began to dye my mother's hair in this kind of answer, and I began to miss my mother when she was young, and I also missed my mother's further future.
I hope my mother will always be young, and there are my best thoughts about her in this hope. If time shows no mercy to anyone, then I will prepare my mother for her eternal beauty before time takes everything away. I want to dye my mother's silver silk as soon as it grows out; I want to convince myself that my mother's crow's feet are getting worse and worse because of her happiness; I also want to take my mother to where she wants to go before she falters.
You see, it's not small to miss your mother! One of our thoughts about our mother is enough to make her several years younger, and one of our thoughts about her is enough to make her beautiful forever in the process of growing old. This little thing includes our love for our mother and our gratitude to our mother. Our thoughts will make our mother happy, and our thoughts will also make her happy. It is in this happiness and happiness that our mother will never get old.
Miss our mother a lot! This little thing needs us to do every day, and our thoughts about our mother are much more accumulated, and our mother will never get old.
A broom was placed on the threshold of the classroom, and none of the students picked it up from morning till night-this was an experiment made by a class teacher on the second day of his succession. Some people can't help wondering: put a broom where it belongs, it's a piece of cake with little effort, what else is worth doing? Isn't it a bit of a fuss?
Is it really a trivial matter? Yes, compared with self-sacrifice to save lives, fighting floods, taking the lead, inventing and creating things like that, it is really small and hardly worth mentioning. But it's no small matter to calm down and think about it. Not to mention the sermon "Don't do it with small evil, don't do it with small good", the words of the great man "Do great things must start with small things", and the well-known truth that "a levee of a thousand miles will collapse in a hole". Only the following allusion is enough to illustrate this problem.
In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a boy named Chen Fan, who lived alone in one room and the courtyard was filthy. () Xue Qin, a friend of his father, criticized him and said, "Why don't the obedient children sweep for the guests?" He replied: "A gentleman should clean up the world and settle down in a house?" Xue Qin immediately asked in a tit-for-tat manner: "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?" This is a good question, asking the relationship between "sweeping a house" and "sweeping the world".
"Sweeping the world" must start from sweeping a room, and doing big things must start from small things. It is absurd to dream of doing big things without doing small things.
As a middle school student, putting a broom on the threshold, coming out and going in, turning a blind eye, reflects some students' thoughts of not loving labor, indifferent attitude towards the collective, and the liberal bad habit of "nothing to do with themselves, hanging high". From small to big, see the micro-knowledge. Imagine: a student doesn't even want to pick up a broom, and his "sister-in-law" won't hand over a raincoat when it rains; If a child falls into an ice cave, he will not jump into the cold current; When the forest caught fire and people's property suffered losses, he would not stand up; Even if a foreign enemy invades, he will not block the enemy's machine gun mouth with his chest; To realize the four modernizations and build the motherland, he will not consciously work hard to climb the peak ...
Therefore, let's not ignore the small matter of picking up a broom, and start from small things all the time.
No small matter 9 "Mom and Dad, I'm back!" After school, I swaggered into the house and came home after school every day, which was my happiest moment.
"Xiao Yu!" I was startled by the sudden sound, and when I looked back, I realized that my father was calling me. Dad began to stand by the door and ask seriously, "What's the first thing when you get home?" I replied naughtily, "Blink?"
"What about the second one?"
"Turn on the light?"
Dad was a little annoyed by me and shouted, "Come and wash your hands quickly!" " The roar shook the roof. So, I had to surrender. Okay, dad won.
This scene is often staged in my small family theater. I am all right except that I have not developed the good habit of washing my hands frequently. Although my parents often remind me to wash my hands frequently, I don't think so. I think it's just a trivial matter, not as serious as they say. But in fact, it's no small matter. On a weekend, after I came back from playing badminton outside, I was sweating and my stomach was still growling. I wanted to eat a piece of ice to cool off. So I took out my drinks and snacks and ate them hard. It didn't take long for my stomach to hurt like hell. At this moment, my parents sent me to the hospital. When the test sheet came out, it was a bacterial infection that caused my stomach pain. The doctor told me, did you not wash your hands when eating? Need an injection to disinfect the stomach! At this time, I bowed my head in shame and recalled that I didn't like to wash my hands so much. I always thought it was a trivial matter. Today I suffered a lot. Hey! Seeing the doctor coming with a needle, I made up my mind that I must wash my hands frequently and stop taking it as a trivial matter!
When I went home, I checked the information, only to find that if I don't wash my hands frequently, I will get sick from my mouth and cause gastrointestinal diseases. In fact, small things are not small and should not be underestimated. We should always pay attention to personal hygiene and form good habits from small things.
So now when I get home, I will rush to ask my parents, "What should I do first?"
The three of us replied in unison: "Wash your hands!"
On the mirror of the sink, the smiling faces of the three of us are printed.
It's no small matter 10 is approaching the senior high school entrance examination. Recalling the dribs and drabs that happened in middle school in the past three years, we worked together and encouraged each other. Good friends have long forgotten how they got better at that time. But there is one little thing that occupies the biggest position in my heart.
In my opinion, my father is a person who never cares about my grades and never encourages and praises me. He is a parent-teacher conference in the second day of my junior high school, and I have completely changed him.
"Dad, are you going to attend the parent-teacher conference?" My eyes didn't look at him, but at the clock, because time was running out.
"If you don't go, what's the good thing for the parents' meeting? You can talk to your teacher and I won't go." Dad told me categorically.
I walked out of the door. Today, the starry sky is really beautiful. The little stars are blinking, as if laughing at me. On the night of the parents' meeting, at school.
I stood in the hall, watching every student happily walking around with their parents. Of course, some students didn't want their parents to know their grades. I turned my head and found my cousin coming to the parent-teacher conference with my sister-in-law. I went straight ahead and borrowed my cousin from my sister-in-law to get away with it.
Slowly, my mood gradually improved. Just when I was joking with my friends happily, I seemed to see my father at school. But I know in my heart that my father can't come.
The parent-teacher conference is over, and all my friends are going to pick up their parents. I'm going to go up and say thank you to my cousin. Walking to the door of the classroom, my heart was startled as if it had been hit by something, because I really saw my father. I went out and said to me, "I did well in the exam." I stayed there all by myself.
This is a small event in my life. When my father comes to attend the parent-teacher conference, it is the greatest encouragement to me and a major event in my heart.
Small things are not small composition 1 1 "Don't do it with evil small, don't do it with good small." There are many small things in life, and we have to wait for us to discover and think before we can understand the truth.
As the epidemic has not recovered, the exam was conducted at home. On the eve of the exam, everyone's home is filled with a smell of gunpowder: students are reviewing at home. But I always hate reviewing, so I naturally have a "ghost idea". "Since I'm taking the exam at home, why don't I take a peek?" A moment later, I crept quietly near my mother's room, gently pushed open the door and couldn't help but take a look at the exam paper. I was about to "break in" when suddenly, a voice suddenly came into my eardrum: "Xu Shihang, what are you doing sneaking around?" I turned my head and saw my sister staring straight at me. I suddenly panicked and said falteringly, "I'll get the book!" " In order to convince her of me, I turned and went into the study. "ah! The plan failed. "
One plan failed, so I gave birth to another. When my mother took a nap, I jumped out of bed, opened the door I had just left unlocked and walked softly towards my mother's room. Just when I was filled with joy, I found that my mother didn't sleep for the "safety" of the paper, so I had to get into bed dejectedly under my mother's supervision.
Although my "peek plan" ended in failure, I still don't give up. While my mother and grandmother were talking, I once again entered the "tiger's den". I just wanted to open the sealed bag and have a look, but I found my mother standing behind me. My happy expression was wiped away and replaced by a frozen pale abstract painting. I had to wait quietly for my mother's scolding. But my mother only sighed: "You will know the importance of honesty when you grow up!" " Say that finish, turned around and left ...
"People don't believe, they don't know what they can do." Honesty is the foundation of being human. Only by keeping good faith can we gain the respect of others. It seems that this little thing is really not small!
Small things are not small composition 12 affection always appears in small things in life. As long as you have a pair of loving eyes, affection can be seen everywhere.
That day, the math teacher kept us for the exam. The exam didn't start until 4: 40 and didn't roll up until 5: 20. It was already half past five when I packed my schoolbag and walked to the school gate. At this time, the street lamps on both sides of the road have been turned on. Looking up at the sky, it is already a little dark, only a white cloud fluttering in the wind. Suddenly, my mother called. She said that she and her father couldn't go home for dinner today and asked me to go home by car. I put down the phone and felt my heart was like that lonely white cloud.
When I was in the car, I was thinking about what I would eat at night all the way, just because my stomach was already growling with hunger. When I got home, I put down my heavy schoolbag and rushed to the refrigerator. Only after I opened the refrigerator did I find that it was as empty as my stomach. What should we do? I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I accidentally found two dishes and a bowl of rice on the dining table. Although it was cold, it still smelled of fragrance. Look carefully, there is a small note next to it, which is mom's handwriting! Very excited, I saw a note saying: I have cooked your meal, are you hungry? Hurry up and eat it hot. After reading this note, my heart suddenly became very warm. My mother is so busy at work at ordinary times, and she even rushed home to cook and cook for me.
I heated the food in the microwave according to my mother's instructions. After eating, I feel warm all over. I have never felt so warm before eating. So my mother loves me so much!
This is the best meal ever. How happy I am at this moment!
Small things are not small composition 13 Life is made up of many small things. But these seemingly small things often contain a truth.
I remember one time, the musical instrument store was going to hold a performance one month later, and the programs assigned to me were an ensemble and a solo. At that time, I had just practiced the music half-cooked. It was a boring and even a bit painful process to practice and recite the music for one month. I have to practice two songs twice a day for two hours, one detail ... This is terrible for me who doesn't pay attention to details.
But the teacher didn't consider the time occupied by my other homework at all, and kept threatening me, even saying, "If you don't memorize the score this week, stay here and practice after class, and don't go anywhere." In desperation, I had to repeat those so-called "pop songs" according to the teacher's request. A week passed quickly, and I memorized the score fluently in class. This makes me already frustrated and full of hope.
Next, it's time to "grasp the details". After careful guidance and frequent rehearsals by the teacher, the songs became beautiful and beautiful, which surprised me even when I listened to them, let alone my parents and teachers.
Now, what we should consider is "stage fright". In the past, as soon as I got on stage, I saw the crowded audience sitting under the stage, and I was shaking all over, my scalp was numb, my cell phone was sweating, my legs were weak, and I couldn't do anything well.
Sure enough, during the performance, I was "sick" again, but I recalled the "painful" process for more than a month and told myself: the audience is not a devil, and will not kill you. Show them the best of yourself! You have no courage at all. Do you deserve to be a monitor?
It's my turn. I think about the melody of the music carefully, and give full play to all aspects. Wonderful notes overflow from my fingers, and a beautiful song reaches the audience's ears. Finally finished, I succeeded! I overcame my stage fright! As soon as I got off the stage, the teacher gave me a thumbs-up sign.
This little thing only plays a decorative role in life, but it makes me understand a truth: opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and as long as they are carefully prepared, they will certainly succeed.
No small matter 14 integrity is like a paddle, which fuels our life; Self-discipline is like a steering wheel, keeping the course of life for us. That one
Little things taught me to be honest and self-disciplined.
One day after leaving school, just in time for our unique festival-Grape Festival, my father and I went together.
The car is driving on a wide concrete road, and the surrounding hillsides are covered with grapes, like amethyst scattered all over the floor. The sky is blue, and the white clouds are like gauze woven by the weaver girl, layer by layer. In a short time, it was getting closer and closer to the center, and the cars were crowded.
"Oh, why are all the parking spaces full? Where can I park?" Dad said a little anxiously.
I was attracted by the lively scene outside the window and said casually, "just park in that empty place on the roadside!" "
"How can you think so? Parking on the side of the road will hinder traffic. With so many cars today, the task of the traffic police is already heavy, and we should be more self-disciplined. " Dad said to me with a frown.
Dad's seriousness made me a little overwhelmed for a while, but my heart seemed to have something more.
Finally, we parked our car in a barbecue compound with free parking for eating.
Time flies, and it is noon in a blink of an eye. "Dad, I'm hungry. Let's go home quickly." I took my father and walked to the car.
Dad grabbed me. "Wait a minute. We haven't given people parking fees yet. Have you forgotten what I just told you?"
"Self-discipline, well, self-discipline." We walked to our uncle who sold barbecue.
"We just stopped here for a while. How much do we have to pay?" Dad asked.
The man began to have some doubts, and then said, "You can park for free when you eat here, and we won't charge you for parking."
Dad handed out 10 yuan and said, "This money should be given to you. Honesty and self-discipline between people are the most important. I am also educating my children."
Honesty is a bridge to communicate with the soul. People who are good at cheating will never reach the other end of the bridge. That little thing is the first lesson my father taught me, and it is also an important lesson in my life. It taught me to be honest and self-disciplined. That little thing is really big!
No small matter 15 Many things have happened in life. Some things are smaller than sesame seeds, but they reflect a person's quality. Some things are bigger than watermelons, but they are completely meaningless.
During the summer vacation, I went back to my hometown to play. I thought I could swim in the river, but I found that the river was full of garbage, including plastic bottles, watermelon peels, plastic bags, and even clothes that I could wear. Xiao He gave off a pungent smell. Grandma walked in front of me, and I followed her footsteps. I opened my hand covering my nose a little and asked her, "Grandma, don't you feel smelly?" Grandma seems to be used to answering: "it stinks!" I am used to it. " I followed my grandmother to my home. Our family lived by the river, and the smell of walking on the river could be smelled at home. At dinner, the smell made me unable to eat; After washing my face, I feel that my face is smelly; When I sleep, the smell keeps me awake. I think the smell haunts me, just like my little sidekick. The next day I picked up my tools, put on my mask and gloves and walked to the river. I raised my tools, fished in the river, and then put the garbage in the trash can by the river. I thought to myself: There is a trash can, why throw it into the river? Later, I learned from an uncle that they all throw rubbish at home. It is best to throw it in the trash can, and it doesn't matter if they can't. I hummed this little tune while fishing: la la la! La la la ... Unconsciously, more and more people are watching, and some people are salvaging garbage with me. After fishing for a day, most of the garbage in the river has been cleared, and there is still a lot left. My friend and I fished for five days in a row before we finished fishing the garbage in the river and erected a slogan to protect the environment. The village chief also awarded me and my little friend fifty yuan and a certificate of merit.
This incident made me understand a sentence: don't do it with small goodness, and don't do it with small evils.