1 There are many vain people in the world, who do good deeds only to get recognition and attention from others. However, people who do good deeds sincerely, although not praised by others, are still happy and satisfied. Why is this?
Once on the subway, I saw an old man limping into the carriage. Most young people ignored him, only one person immediately stood up and offered his seat. The old man looked at the young man gratefully, but he just smiled and said it was nothing, it should be. At this time, his face is full of happy expressions. The spirit of caring not only makes people admire and move, but also infects people around him, making me grateful that God can let me stand here and see the beautiful side of the world.
Once, I was walking in the street when it suddenly began to rain, so I propped up my spare umbrella and crossed the road. I see an old woman on the other side. She can't cross the road without an umbrella. In the scene of heavy rain, I clearly saw a kind-hearted person helping her and holding an umbrella for her. At this time, unconsciously, my face was wet, I don't know whether it was pouring rain or moving tears. I can't forget this touching picture for a long time, and I also witnessed the true feelings of the world.
One day, when I was on the bus, the door knocked and I saw an old lady carrying a big bag to get on the bus. She didn't walk a few steps and almost fell to the ground, so I ran forward, picked up her things and helped her get on the bus. She thanked me frequently, and I didn't say anything. In a flash, I suddenly felt the dazzling light as if it were by my side, smiling on my face, but that kind of "happiness" is often beyond words.
Now, I understand. Why is this? This is because when you help others without asking for anything in return, you get not only happiness, but also the most sincere heart!
I went out to buy breakfast in the morning and just walked to the steamed stuffed bun shop. Suddenly, I lay in a big iron bowl for no reason. I looked around and found myself surrounded by meat buns. Does this shop sell steamed stuffed bun with human flesh? I'm the next target? Ouch. I quickly looked at my body _ _ _ _ is also a mass of meat. Oh! I didn't sell human pork buns, but I turned into meat myself. I quickly patted my chest, but I couldn't find my hand. "wow! That's not the point! I became a mass of meat! " I shouted in utter amazement.
Then a pair of chopsticks picked me up. Feel the squeeze on both sides, and quickly use your body to hold up chopsticks. But I still can't resist the power of chopsticks. Finally, before I was wrapped in dough, the dough comforted me: "I will protect you." Want to cry without tears, suddenly feel that life is very weak. Leave me alone and let me get drunk first.
I was put in a steamer. It was warm in the steamer at first, and I was almost sleepy. Later, it became hotter and hotter, and my desire for survival grew stronger and stronger. I broke free from my skin and jumped out. I stood on tiptoe like an ant on hot bricks, quickly ran to another steamed stuffed bun, and climbed up in three steps. I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so I quickly opened the steamed stuffed bun's face and climbed in. At this time, the steamer was opened. I jumped out when the boss turned to get the bowl.
I made it! I jumped for joy. At this time, I suddenly became a human being again, and miraculously returned home with a bag of steamed bread in my hand.
In a quiet summer, there are stars in the sky. Every time I hear the song Ningxia, I think of a beautiful summer night. What a beautiful scenery!
Summer is the hottest season all year round, and also a very beautiful season. I think the beauty of summer lies in green, and I like green best. In summer, green is everywhere. Green rivers, green lawns and green willows look really pleasing to the eye!
If you don't want to see green, go to the lotus pond, where you can see the big round lotus leaves squeezed into pieces. There are many beautiful lotus flowers, including pink, orange, purple and yellow ... how beautiful!
The fly in the ointment in Xia Tianmei is that the weather is too hot. Looking up at the sun, I feel my eyes hurt. I looked down and felt dizzy. This is the harm of ultraviolet rays to the eyes, so I hate purple most.
The most beautiful and coolest time in summer is at night. Every year as long as it comes to summer, I look forward to it as soon as possible at night, because it's not too hot during the day. But summer is the longest day, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time.
At night, it is very quiet and beautiful here. The cicada fell asleep, and so did the frog. In the sky, the moon is like a fairy. She covered the earth with a layer of silver gauze. The fairy kept looking at me and whispering to me. Around her, many naughty little stars winked at me.
How beautiful summer is!
Although the cold wind blows in the sky, it still can't stop our fiery hearts, and the charity sale comes as scheduled. After lunch, I put on my schoolbag and came to Tianyi Square with great interest.
Almost there! Almost there! Looking around, it was dark in the distance. It was a sea of people. My eyes are eager to find our team. Suddenly, Pang Jingyuan and Meng Mangjie appeared out of nowhere. After seeing me, they waved their arms enthusiastically and led me to the booth.
On the white tablecloth, all kinds of charity goods are neatly listed: exquisite bracelets, lifelike paintings, colorful lucky stars, innocent plush bears, vigorous and dignified calligraphy works ... All kinds of charity goods are dazzling and look like a colorful river from a distance. I can't wait to sell my elaborate charity bazaar.
"Come and see, come and see! Don't miss passing by, clearance sale! " I shouted at the endless stream of people. Suddenly, a couple came into my sight. I want to seize this opportunity and shout, "Now or never!" One of the men seemed to be attracted by me and came straight to me.
"Uncle, what can I buy? You see that the audience is half price, don't miss this good opportunity to give love! " I said to the man with a big smile.
"What? Call uncle? Am I that old? Don't buy, don't buy. " The man looked gloomy and obviously dissatisfied with my address, and seemed to be leaving.
"Don't go! Brother, handsome brother, give a love! The money from this charity sale is used to express condolences to sanitation workers! Let your love warm the whole city! " Before I started to apologize, Sun Hongqing next to me spoke impromptu. The man turned around, carefully selected five charity items and paid the money. I was both excited and reluctant to see the success of the first auction. In the past half a month, whenever I have free time, I will stay at my desk with my mother and do a charity sale with my heart. These high-quality charity sales have condensed our hard work for half a month! Sun Hongqing saw that his "adventure plan" was successful and blinked at me desperately. I smiled and gave him a thumbs-up sign.
The activity is in full swing. One, two, three ... Seeing that there were few charity goods left on the counter and other counters were not closed, I started a "snap-up" activity.
I transferred to Wan Yijing's booth and carefully selected it. Suddenly, a colorful button painting with a blue background caught my eye. "This painting is really beautiful. How much is it? " I asked, reaching for my pocket.
"Not expensive, not expensive, just 200 yuan!" Pang Jingyuan scrambled to answer.
"The original price is 1000! Give you a discount! " Chen Zhengqi waved.
"Yes, yes!" Zhang and Zhu Minjie also echoed.
"Is this ... therefore ... expensive?" I was a little confused and took their words for granted. 200 yuan, do you want to buy such a beautiful button painting? I hesitated.
"I really don't have that much money, and I really want to give my love, but I only have 60 yuan on me …" I deeply regret that I didn't try my best to give my love.
"In fact, as long as 20! They lied to you! " Wan Yijing laughed.
"Well, I'll give you 50 yuan. Anyway, it is also a love activity. It is also appropriate to donate more and make more contributions to the cause of love! " Say that finish, I put 50 yuan paper money on the table and left my name on the donation paper.
"Oh, thank you! What a wonderful young man! " They smiled at me and made a gesture of thanks.
Later, I chose some leaf cards, a bottle of paper flowers and some bookmarks, and returned with a full load.
The sun sets in the west, and it's 4 o'clock. A cold wind blew across my cheek, but my heart was still as hot as when I came. Our actions are like the warm sun in winter, conveying warmth and positive energy to the society-pulsing the hearts of a group of people with our love.
The fifth article of the sixth grade composition! You don't understand the psychology of thin people. It seems to me that I have been discriminated against by a family. My mother always nags me about whether I am fat or not, and even says in a somewhat complaining tone, "Li Kang, why are you so thin?" ? People in our unit say that your father and I are both fat, but as soon as we go out of the street, we bring out a thin monkey. How embarrassing! What does this make your mother lose face? "
Yes! Why am I so thin? I weigh myself from grade three to grade six. The figure has always been 35 kilograms, but it is not fat when it grows taller. I went to the hospital for a physical examination, and all the indicators were normal. I have always liked to make friends with thinner "children's shoes" (classmates), but there is not a day that I don't envy Qiao Huanbo, a chubby classmate in our class. His face is "unreasonable" and "incredible". The general's belly and my grandfather's big belly have been preserved for more than ten years, as if they were copied and pasted.
In order to become a fat mother, every time I "collect" food, I have to exceed the standard, but my disappointing body always plays the bad COP. For this, I am very distressed. In fact, I don't have the habit of eating so much at all. I only serve a bowl of watery "soup" to humble meals at home, and I am not interested in steamed bread and vegetables. I like snacks and fast food, because I read that eating high-calorie potato chips will make me fat, but I ..........
I am 12 years old this year. When I was born, my grandmother was very happy because I was her first nephew. She made me 12 cotton-padded jackets as usual, one for each year. Maybe he imagined that I should be a little fatter like my parents, make all the cotton-padded jackets fat and big, and try to lose weight every year. For this reason, my grandmother swore that I would be born late.
This summer, my mother said that there was an important task to fatten me up, and this task was included in the summer vacation plan. I enjoy the highest treatment of beggars every day-every meal has meat, sometimes four dishes and one soup. Poverty inherits the wind! As a result, at the end of the summer vacation, I still weighed 35 kilograms, which made our whole family laugh.
Fat people fight badly, with thick skin, high defense and strong attack power, but the speed is not enough, but the defense is high! Thick skin and cold resistance in winter. Fat people must have the luck to eat, eat more and enjoy it. Some fat people are cute, chubby and chubby, like a hairball. My mother said that she has high immunity and doesn't catch a cold once every two years. She is as thin as me and takes medicine almost every day. No, my mother took me to the hospital the other day and diagnosed me with rhinitis. My mother named me Li Kang because she wanted me to be healthy forever, but it always backfired. Fat people have another advantage. Standing there is very imposing and intimidating.
In short, being fat is not bad at all.
Once upon a time, the sky was blue and the clouds were white. It has no flowers but leaves, so small, so inconspicuous, so obscure, hiding in a corner, no one will pay attention to it. But now, it is blooming.
But many memories, like a dam that opens, gush out and can't stop. Time passes in the butterfly's mind. ...
I came to my grandmother's house. At this time, it was raining heavily, and the sound of rain was scratching on the ground. My heart is stuffy, as if the air has pressed my heart to the ground and I can't breathe. I found a pot of plum blossoms in front of my grandmother's house with several buds waiting to be put out, and the rain hit those many buds. I seem to feel the pain in the bud. Just like when I was a child, my dad slapped my ass, leaving a red mark.
The next morning, when I opened the door, I found that my grandmother was not here, so I opened the door. I stretched myself and took a breath of fresh air, as if it could make my fatigue fly out of the clouds at once. I looked at the plum blossom in front of me again, but I didn't know it. I was shocked. Last night, she was a lovely little girl with a flower bone, and suddenly she became a "great beauty" overnight. Her petals are the softest in the kingdom of flowers. Petals are flying in the air in the breeze, and her dance steps are so light that she is afraid of being discovered.
In a blink of an eye, she became a "big beauty." How beautiful the petals are. There are raindrops as big as soybeans on the petals. The rain beads still fall from time to time, but their faces are rippling with ripples of joy, which can't be turned around. From time to time, a breeze caresses my cheek. Naturally, it blows my cheek. Its petals are so thin, the breeze playfully leaves traces on its face, and the petals are flying in the air, as if a touching fairy came to the world to perform for us. There are also some raindrops on the petals' faces, and the petals are in close contact with the earth gently and quietly.
I braved the light rain to come to it and had a close contact with it. I looked at the sky again. The sky is blue, like a beautiful sapphire. The clouds in the sky turned gray, like sapphires from a long time ago. I smiled slightly, but I didn't believe it at all: Is this the first time we met? Can time really change everything?
Is this the feeling of time change? I don't know. Once again, I foolishly thought that it was just a butterfly, flying in the passing time, and now it is back.
Its beauty is constantly changing in the flow of time. I looked at it and looked at its fairy-like appearance. The petals are so soft and comfortable.
Seen from a distance, it looks like a fairy descending from the earth. Seen from a close distance, it seems to be a star, which stands out in this branch.
I found it blooming.
Article 7 of the sixth grade composition says that father loves mountains, but until now I have not been able to explore what kind of love father loves.
When you were a child, you always ran around, and we rarely met, even for a month. In my subconscious, there are only me and my mother at home, and I can't say it, just like a hard stone stuck in my chest. Time flies, and now I have grown up. Gradually, the concept of fatherly love was washed away in my heart until it lost its original color.
At the weekend, my father came back, probably too tired, collapsed on the sofa and began to snore. The deafening snoring is still there. I covered him with a blanket and sat in the corner of the sofa watching him quietly. I have never seen my father so carefully.
In my memory, my father was very strict and rarely asked about my life. For more than ten years, he didn't even know what I like to eat. He just asked me about my grades, rankings and study status as soon as I got home. We seldom speak the same language. Whenever we want to share interesting things with him, he avoids us. Until later, he lived in my life like a stranger. Maybe my father has his own opinion, but I have been afraid to mention it to him for more than ten years, for fear that adolescence will encounter menopause. My father has a bad temper and often loses his temper at home, but no matter how angry he is, he never hits me, leaving only a sigh.
Looking at my tired and haggard father, I don't know what to say, but I still choose silence as before. How I want to open my heart and talk to you, telling stories from small to large from day to night.