The essay on the clue of things 600 is unique

1.The Lone Kite (narrative essay bicycle).

The kites in the sky are hideous and neighing; Suddenly, the line broke and fell down the ...... sadly

The fragrance of books has been with me all my life.

I first came into contact with books when I was 6 years old. My grandfather's family used to be very poor, and my father went to work outside before graduating from junior high school, and there was no trace of books at home. It wasn't until I was 6 years old that my father brought me a book from a distant place called "100,000 Whys", and since I didn't know how to read at that time, I didn't know what was written in the book, but I still "read" it with relish, and I turned it over and over again.

Once, when I picked up the book again and "read" it, I found that some pages were sticky, and I carefully tore open the sticky pages, and wiped the pages with my hands, afraid that the next time the pages would be stuck again. In this way, a year passed with the sound of my "reading" book.

The next year, I followed my father to Pujiang and went to school here. After I went to school, I learned more and more words with the teacher's teaching, and I also understood the book my father gave me. Every time I came home from school, I couldn't help but pick up the book and read it hungrily as soon as I finished my homework, often forgetting to eat ......

Now, I'm in the fourth grade, and I've read a lot of books, but books are still so sacred to me. Books attract me like bright strawberries, delicious chocolates, and delicious sweets, and make me obsessed with them. Every time I finish reading a book, it's as if my spirit and soul have been baptized.

A short life, a full life, not seeking to have it forever, just want to get a moment of touch. Whether the ending is eternal or disillusioned, I hope that the rich smell of books will stay with me for ...... rest of my life

Forgotten food in the fridge.

Have a refrigerator for a long time, the refrigerator is often stuffed with dry goods, drinks, fruits, meat, vegetables, and some unnamed miscellaneous food, because of the hardships of childhood, so the overnight dishes are sometimes reluctant to throw away, put in the refrigerator after cooling, expect to eat again tomorrow, not to waste, the three compartments of the refrigerator are often full of things, inevitably one side of the left and left, the soup in the dish is plugged in, but tomorrow is still difficult to speak, still wasted. I also think of the random stacking of food inside and outside the cabinet, but now I have so much food, but I often feel very anxious in my mood, I always feel very frugal in life, I dare not spend money indiscriminately, I am poor everywhere, I seem to be living and wronged myself, I am used to seeing the materialistic desires of society, and the comparison between people, life is always difficult to laugh comfortably.

Time flies, dreaming of returning home to the four walls of childhood, too many memories have been blurred, only remember about food, there are only two pottery bowls at home, a small one contains salt, a large one contains lard, salt and oil are indispensable for stir-frying, salt is not expensive and rare, but the bottom of the lard is often the bottom, only a thin layer of milky white that is agglutinated, sometimes eating, accompanied by lard and soy sauce, digging a piece, you can see the pottery bottom, destroying the complete beauty.

Nowadays, compared with the past, there is a refrigerator and no refrigerator, only lard and salt are wasted inside and outside the refrigerator because they are forgotten and forgotten, and there are so many kinds of food.

The Tao is the way, even if life is not satisfactory, the forgotten food in the refrigerator is not as good as the sand salt and lard back then, I think of my little emotion, no matter how difficult life is, it is more than what I had at that time.

The food in the refrigerator, different people loaded with different stories, the food in the refrigerator, loaded with the past, present, tomorrow, the food in the refrigerator, the forgotten life.

I really can't get used to you young people now, I want to beat you up, spend money to support you for so many years, buy you a computer, bastard.

The chicks in the trees woke up and "chirped......"Sang the hymn of spring; The buds on the branches of the trees have begun to spit green, giving people a vivid feeling of spring, and even the blue sky seems to be smiling at the earth......

With such an alluring view, such a beautiful singing, and such a fresh air, how could I miss it? Looking at the chirping chicks, I couldn't help but think: I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. I left the warm nest on which I depended, "armed" and left.

When I came to a wide path, I took a step and walked up, and with a "pop", I fell on all fours, and it was not good for me to get out of the school! At this time, a delicate face came into my eyes, "If you want to skate, it's not fun here!" As she spoke, she winked at me in one direction.

I understood, and I was so enchanted that I followed her.

Unlike me, she wears skates, but her stride is like a flying swallow, and I am like a bulky duck.

With her, I came to a wonderful place, where most of the people were skaters, but all the masters. From a distance, it looks like a brightly colored painting. "I don't know you well, I'll take you" - she again.

I began to learn to skate with the master, following her example, with my hands stretched out and kept horizontal. After a while, my pace was much more mature and I was able to walk fluently. But I'm still practicing, practicing, practicing, and practicing, with only one purpose, and that is to surpass her.

It wasn't until I was sweating profusely and panting, I fell into sweat, I opened my heavy eyelids, and I realized that the air was so fresh, the sky was so blue, the grass was so green, as if everything was better than before, such a beautiful scenery made me intoxicated, it was me who lingered, I forgot everything around me. She appeared again, her eyes; She reappeared, her face; She reappeared, her smile. In order not to disappoint her, I got up, and I stood up and ...... in this sunny place

There, she taught me how to stand up. I think that when I master skating, I will also be a stroke in that painting, and the icing on the cake.