One thing about me essay 500 words

One thing I will never forget.

There are many memorable things in my life, such as getting a perfect score on an exam, doing laundry for the first time, surfing the Internet for the first time, and so on. But these are small things, but I remember them vividly, and this time, let me introduce one of them.

Today, my mother and I took the bus to my grandmother's house, I wore a leather jacket, put my wallet in the pocket of the leather jacket, grabbed the handrail with both hands, and was swaying and squeezed around, I was absent-mindedly talking to my mother, and I saw a hand with a ** set on my side, I didn't care much, continued to talk to my mother, and suddenly felt someone touch my pocket, I looked down, it turned out to be the hand just now, it was definitely not my hand! It's a thief! My heart was filled with joy and I thought:

I've finally been targeted by thieves! I stared at the hand and looked at the man: with a small head and an honest expression, he was an obvious little citizen.

Then I continued to stare at the hand, and pulled my wallet for a long time, but did not steal my wallet, and I was so distraught that I thought: this pickpocket is really not good. So I said to my mother

Mom, there is a thief, he stole my wallet for half a day and didn't steal it, it's really not level, I'm so annoying! My voice was not loud or small, and it happened that the passengers in front of me heard it, and the passengers and my mother panicked, and the thief quickly retracted his hand, glared at me viciously, got out of the car and left, which made people feel relieved.

This is my experience, a trivial experience, but he is very memorable to me, if you have any experience, tell me about it, my contact ** is. Well, time is limited, let's talk about it next time!

On the way home holding hands, my grandmother and I walked one after the other.

It was early winter, and the car drove from a distance, and then drove away from a close place, the sound of the car horn was incessant, and the wind was blowing a little fiercely, rolling up a puff of dust, and choking me with a slight cough.

When I finally walked to the last road in front of the community, I quickened my pace slightly, trying to catch up with the grandma in front of me, but the grandma stopped in front of the road, turned her hand back, as if she wanted to confirm something, and it seemed to be a habit, but her head did not turn. I hesitated, paused, and quickened my pace, imagining that I had been holding those big hands smoothly as I had done many years ago, and my hands grabbed forward along the familiar tracks, but I missed the rough hands, and only touched them lightly, and the hands stopped in the air.

It turned out that I had grown taller, too tall to hold her hand as before, and I realized this fact, my nose was a little sour, inexplicably melancholy, and the wind blew harder, as if mocking. I watched as the hands were swinging like this, slowly retracting, not wanting anyone else to know.

Subconsciously, I felt that nothing had changed, only I had grown taller, but I had grown taller. Since Grandma can't hold my hand, then I'll hold Grandma's hand, no matter what. I want to hold it.

So, without warning, I bent my knees, pulled by something, I grabbed Grandma's hand again, there was no imaginary coldness, nor did I imagine the magnanimity, but inexplicably the heart calmed down, all the irritability, all the loss, disappeared in this moment, the wind stopped, the leaves stopped, everything froze, even the gray hazy sky seemed to be a little transparent, through a few traces of the warm winter sun, lightly sprinkled on Grandma's face, sprinkled with tightly connected hands, gradually, my hands were also warm, and then hot, The heart frozen by the cold wind melted a little, and the water droplets that melted warmed the whole winter.

It is this hand that leads me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether it is the foggy early spring, or the late autumn when the leaves are everywhere, or now, as always, I am willing to go with this hand, no matter what the end of the road is. However, I forgot that she would also be tired, so now, instead I took her hand and asked me to walk with her.

The past events in my life are like stars in the sky, there are many, many more. There are sad, happy, and wronged. Now I'll pick a star of grievances and come down and tell you about it.

That happened when I was eight years old. I took my seven-year-old cousin to the playground to play, and while I was playing, my cousin suddenly fell and cried. When I saw my cousin fall to the ground, I hurriedly picked up my injured cousin and carried him home.

As soon as I got home, my mother saw a "little egg" on my cousin's head, so she asked me, "Did you make my cousin cry, and what happened to the 'little egg' on his head?" I replied:

It wasn't me who made him cry, it was he who accidentally fell and got a 'little egg' on his head. The mother said, "Didn't you make him fall and he would cry for so long and be so sad?"

Go get your cousin a potion. "I heard my mother's indisputable words, I had nothing to say, and my eyes felt a little moist. I kindly carried my cousin back, but I was scolded by my mother, it was really good to be kind, and my heart couldn't help but think like this.

So, I had to get the potion for my cousin.

After a while, my cousin stopped crying, and my mother asked my cousin, "Did my cousin make me cry?" The cousin said

It wasn't my cousin who made me cry, it was my own accidental fall, and my cousin carried me home. When my mother heard this, she immediately apologized to me: "Son, it is my mother who blames you."

After listening to my mother's apology, I shed tears of grievance. Although the truth has been revealed, my heart is very uncomfortable.

When I think about it now, I still feel a little aggrieved.