Essay on an event, something or an event

On a scorching afternoon, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the heat wave rolled in the air, and I knew that I was motionless in the trees. So, I decided to go to the village shop to buy ice cream.

I took the five dimes to the commissary, and the owner of the commissary was an old woman, who was in her sixties, and she and her wife depended on each other, and there was not much money left every day, except for the money for purchases. As soon as I entered the commissary, I went straight to the freezer, picked out my favorite flavors, and handed the money to the old woman.

I was about to leave, but I didn't expect the old woman to find me again for 4 yuan and 5 jiao. I wondered: I only gave my grandmother 5 dimes, why did I give 4 yuan and 5 dimes?

It must be the grandmother who thinks 5 dimes is 5 yuan, and I should return the money to the grandmother, but the money can still buy several ice creams!

When I came back to my senses, I had already walked out, and I had no choice but to take the ice cream and the hot 4 yuan and 5 jiao back home.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to tear open the wrapping paper and eat it with relish. But I couldn't help but think of the 4 yuan and 5 jiao, and even the usually sweet and delicious ice cream was suddenly tasteless, and I fidgeted, thinking: Grandma is usually very frugal, but she is not stingy with us children, and the family is also very poor.

Thinking of this, I got up and ran to the commissary.

This incident has taught me a profound lesson: we should not be complacent because we are greedy for small gains. It is necessary to use morality as a scale to measure and be a person with a beautiful soul.

In the galaxy of my memory, it is full of growing up, joy, sadness, sadness, excitement ......In my memory, there is one such thing that I will never forget.

In the second half of last year, my 81-year-old grandmother was hospitalized due to illness, and she has been in and out of the hospital no less than five times. Frail and sickly, tormented. This summer, my grandmother was finally discharged from the hospital, but her body was still very weak, so my father took my grandmother to live in our house.

At first, I was very reluctant, because my grandmother was an old man after all, and her body was very weak, what if there were three long and two short? But looking at my father's sad and anxious expression, I agreed.

On Friday night, Dad carried Grandma to our sixth-floor house in one go. Grandma was so weak, so thin, so pale. I went from being scared to being caring, how much my grandmother needed to be served!

I secretly decided that I had to take good care of my grandmother. The next morning, as soon as I got up, I found that my father was gone, but I left a note: "Son, I have something to do today, I am not at home for a day, you have to take good care of grandma, I believe you will be able to do it!"

After reading my father's note, I was even more confident! I went to my grandmother's room and saw that she was already up. "Grandma took the medicine", came to the living room, I asked

Grandma, do you want to watch TV? Grandma looked at me and nodded happily, so I turned on the TV and watched ......TV with grandma talking and laughing

Soon, it was noon, I carefully helped my grandmother to the restaurant, while talking and laughing with my grandmother, while tearing the tender chicken and stuffing it into my grandmother's mouth, my grandmother ate so slowly, slowly, for a long time, grandma finally finished eating the rice in the bowl. But I'm still hungry. Cover the side!

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and it's time for grandma to take her medicine again. I quickly helped my grandmother to the living room, poured a glass of warm water, took the medicine, and patted her back while putting the medicine in her mouth, so that her grandmother could take the medicine smoothly ....... At five o'clock in the afternoon, Dad returned.

I told my dad about taking care of my grandmother, and he praised me for being a good boy who respects the elderly! But I'm tired.

What a meaningful day! Since this incident, I seem to have grown up a lot, and the elders need our filial piety, and the more grandiose need our care and caring servants. Since then, I have stopped arguing with my grandparents, talking back to my parents, and losing my temper.

In its place is sensible and filial.

Today, I want to go out to play, but I'm afraid that my mother will call back, and if no one picks up, my mother will know that I went out to play. What to do? I played a little "clever" and came up with a great way to get the best of both worlds:

pulled out the ** line, thinking that in this way my mother would not be able to hit the house. I was still secretly happy in my heart. At noon, I went home for dinner after playing, and I forgot about it because I had so much fun.

Later, when I wanted to do homework with my classmates, I remembered that I had pulled out the ** line.

Mom came home after work, because my carving insect skills couldn't escape my mother's bright eyes, so my mother knew that I went out to play, and asked me what time I would come back, I knew that I couldn't play with my mother, so I had to tell the truth. But my mother didn't believe it, because I didn't plug in the ** finger line, so I couldn't hear the ** call, so my mother thought I hadn't come back yet, and I told my mother about pulling the ** line.

Through this incident, I learned that I should tell my parents first when I go out to play. You can't act alone without telling an adult, otherwise it will worry your parents. Not to mention that you can't pull out the ** line in order to avoid parents, this rough hail will not only fail to achieve your own goals, but parents will be very anxious.

Therefore, when I go out to play in the future, I will call ** to my parents first, and after parental consent, I will play within the designated range. This incident has benefited me a lot.

In the last few years, there have been a lot of interesting things happening between me and my teachers, classmates and parents. There are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, all kinds of strange things. But there was one incident with my parents that I remember vividly.

It is a Sunday on Women's Day on March 8 last year. I was home alone, and my mother went to work; Dad went to Stone Forest Furniture City to buy a chair. After I finished my homework, I read the extracurricular book for a while and then turned on the TV and watched it.

When I saw the start of the advertisement, my eyes glanced at the calendar, March 8th. I patted my head and thought: Oops!

Today is Women's Day, how can I forget. I was just about to pick up ** and call my dad and ask him to buy a bouquet of flowers for my mom to wish her a happy Women's Day! Then I thought about it again

I send flowers every year, it's so uninspiring. Why don't you make one for your own mother this year! As soon as I said it, I took out the miniature cakes that I hadn't finished this morning, my mother's favorite plate, jams, and fruit.

I first put the cakes into a heart shape, squeezed a ball of punch jam on each cake, put the fruit on the inside of the cake to form a heart, I put a cake in the middle of the top of the fruit, drew a heart with jam on the periphery of it, and finally wrote on a piece of paper, "Happy Holidays, Mom!" ”。When I was done, I put it on a stool on the balcony and covered it with a basket.

In the evening, when my mother came home from work, I immediately ran to the balcony and gave my mother the gift I had made for Women's Day, and said, "I wish you a happy Women's Day!" ”。After hearing this, my mother's eyes moistened, stroked my head, and said with a smile

Children, when they grow up, they know how to honor their parents! After hearing this, I said to my mother, "I will definitely work harder!"

This disturbing incident made me feel the selfless love of our parents, and we must do our best to repay our parents. Be a good boy with filial piety!

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