Essay about 600 words What Happened During the Holidays

A fun thing to do during the holidays.

In everyone's life, there will be many "stories", happy, sad, angry ......A "story" from my childhood, I still find it interesting when I think about it.

I remember when I was seven years old in the summer vacation, I had just learned to ride a bicycle (four-wheeled bicycle), and in order to show off to my friends, I often rode it to "swagger through the city" in the community. On this day, it was a crisp day, and I really wanted to ride a bike. So, I took it out and called my father, mother, and grandmother to show them my "real skills".

Because my grandmother felt very sorry for me and wanted me to ride slower, she smiled and made a little joke with me, "Be careful on the road, don't ride too fast, it hurts, we are not responsible!" ”

After listening to this, I took my grandmother's words to heart. After saying goodbye to Dad, Mom and Grandma, I rode to the little garden. The faster I rode, like a happy bird. As I rode it, I thought to myself: Look, how fast and good this girl rides, she will soon break the world record.

But there were unforeseen circumstances, and just when I was proud, my car was knocked by a small pebble on the road, and began to stagger...... and danced "disco".I looked sadly at the bleeding wound, and I really wanted to rush home and ask my grandmother to help me bandage it, but when I thought that my grandmother had said that it hurt from falling, they were not responsible, so I could only dispel this idea. Dejectedly, I grabbed a napkin from my pocket, wiped the blood from the wound, and then pushed my bicycle and limped home like a defeated rooster.

When I got home, my family saw the injury on my leg and anxiously asked me what was wrong. I told them everything. Grandma smiled and tapped my head:

What a little fool! I'm just kidding you, why are you still serious! Let's go, I'll help you bandage.

After that, he took me to the small room to bandage the wound.

I hope it can help you, if you have any questions, you can ask...

What happened during the summer vacation.

One day during the summer vacation, I finished my homework and was already sweating. I was about to open the refrigerator door to get a popsicle when my dad stopped me. I asked him weakly, "What are you doing?" He said, "If you can answer."

How about eating it for my question? I suddenly became interested and said, "Okay, let's get the question!" He asked the strange question: "Which freezes first, cold water or hot water?" "Cold water, of course! "I'm confident.

said. "Oh, you think so? As he spoke, Dad took two cups, one with cold water and one with hot water. I was puzzled and asked, "Dad, what are you going to do?" Dad said, "Let's do it."

to see which one freezes first. "I wondered: Could it be that the hot water froze first? I was anxious to know the results, so I quickly put two glasses of water in the refrigerator.

After an hour and a half, I opened the fridge and took out two glasses of water. The water in both cups froze, and I came up with a new idea: cold water and hot water froze at the same time.

Dad didn't agree with me, and he pulled out a chopstick. I poked the ice from the cold water, and it shattered at once, and then I poked the ice from the hot water, and it was very strong, and then I suddenly remembered that I was in a book.

Seen above: Water evaporation requires heat. So I told my father, and my father nodded in agreement. He asked another question: "Which is hotter, cold water or hot water?" Of course, such a simple question did not bother me, and I said, "It's hot."

Water! "Through my father's inspiration, I finally understood this problem: heat is the basic condition for water evaporation, hot water is hotter than cold water, and the heat evaporates faster, so hot water freezes before cold water.

I told my dad about it, and he smiled and nodded, and said to me, "Yes, you're right." Then he said to me earnestly: "Child, you have to infer such physical phenomena through practice, not on your own intuition!" ”

Listening to my father's words, I fell into deep thought: Edison, Nobel, Newton, they don't know how many experiments they did! Their great inventions come from life practice, which is worth learning and pondering!

There are many touching things, and they often happen to relatives and friends, parents, grandparents, classmates, and teachers, but one thing has changed my opinion, love and touching not only happen to relatives, friends, and classmates, but also to people I don't know.

I got on the bus stop early to learn the violin, and while I was helplessly waiting, I suddenly saw a cute little girl carrying a pack of snacks to a corner of the house, and I found that there was a very, very thin uncle in it who was curled up in pain, and there was a small bowl of money in front of him, which turned out to be a beggar.

I saw the little sister squatting in front of the uncle and said to him, "Uncle, I came to see you again, and I also brought a lot of delicious things, I'm sorry I forgot to bring them before!" Now I bring it every day and don't let you go hungry.

When the uncle heard this, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you so much!" Little sister, you are kind enough to come to see me every day, I really like you.

The little sister smiled and said to the uncle in a sweet voice: "Uncle, eat quickly, don't be hungry, hurry up, eat!" Uncle was stunned for a moment, and then bean-like tears swirled in his eyes. ：

Eat it! Uncle. The sweet voice sounded again.

The uncle looked at the little sister blankly, and the 'beans' in his eyes immediately fell like a flowing waterfall. "Uncle, eat! Hurry up and eat.

The little sister urged again, and the uncle devoured it, and after a few bites, he looked at the little sister from time to time. The little sister also stared at the uncle with innocent eyes and smiled. "It's delicious, little sister, you let me eat a lot, will you eat it too?"

No need, I've eaten it, just say whatever you want to eat in the future, I'll bring it to you, and you'll be here in the future? "Hmm! ”

At this time, many people watching from the side of the road were moved, and they all stepped forward to give the uncle, and the little sister was still smiling. When the uncle had finished eating, the little sister said, "Uncle!

I'm going home, I'm coming to see you tomorrow! Good bye. "Hmm!

Goodbye little sister......I ......Forget it, goodbye! "My little sister ran across the road, and that was her home.

Uncle Nawei is still thinking about how lonely and helpless he is with this little girl to help him, he has no education, he can't find a job, and he has no choice but to beg on the street, but with such a good person to help him, there are still many good people.

The next day, I went to violin lessons again, and I habitually looked into that corner, and saw the little sister who was in love, her face was still smiling, and the uncle was still in pain, but when the little sister came, his pain became happiness. There are many things that move people's hearts, not only in our own lives, but also in accidents.

Summer vacation life is like a kaleidoscope, colorful; What I did during the summer vacation has become a memory in a net. That net catches all kinds of things in life, big and small. One of them, which still haunts me today, is the guilt I felt at that time, an indescribable feeling.

That day, my sister and I were idle and had nothing to do, and my sister came up with a "good" idea, and I felt really good about it, so we went to get started, what was it? Listen to me slowly.

Because we built a new sand pit near our house, which was very big, and it happened to be raining again today, the two of us discussed how to harm others, dig a particularly large pit in the sand pit, and go to "pit" others.

Just do it, my sister and I took two shovels and shoveled the sand hard, haha! While I was "working", I thought about the miserable situation of others after being framed by us, and I laughed silly there, and after a lot of effort, I finally finished it, and by the way, I wanted to take some grass to cover it, so we began to "ambush" and hide behind a big tree, waiting to see the wonderful show.

This road is usually full of people coming and going, but today it seems that those people know that someone wants to fix them, and they don't go out, but just when we are about to return disappointed, there is a blind father-in-law, there is a child in front of him who leads the way, but the big thing is not good, a gust of wind blows, blowing the grass away, the child saw it, so he sighed, and took the old man away from the pit, and the old man asked puzzled: "Why the detour?" The child said

I don't know who made a prank, dug a big hole, and wanted to fix people. The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know what these modern children think, can you do me a favor, little friend?"

Fill this pit, you think, today, we happened to encounter this pit, lucky to avoid it, but others are not necessarily so lucky, if we don't do anything, don't we also become sinners. After a while, they filled the pit and went away without a word, and at that time I felt a guilt that I had never felt before, a feeling that I could not speak.

During the summer vacation, the sky was clear these days, there was not a trace of clouds in the sky, the sun baked the ground hot, the weeds could not withstand the sun's exposure, and the leaves were rolled into thin strips. In this steamer-like weather, I heard a good news: my colleagues from my mother's unit organized a trip to the underground river of Funiu Mountain, and I could bring my relatives with me!

I jumped up and down like a little sparrow with joy. I immediately went to pack what I needed, eager to grow more hands and feet.

I have long heard that this underground river of Funiu Mountain is particularly fascinating, and when I heard the news, all the troubles of Jizan for a few days disappeared without a trace. We stayed up in the car for hours, as if it had been years. When I finally arrived at my destination, I was stunned by the scene in front of ---

There is a large cave in front of it, and the ground is full of water, which makes us feel creepy when we look at it. A few of us children volunteered to huddle into a boat. The adults agreed, and we danced with joy.

Once on board, we put on our life jackets and started our exciting journey.

Entering the hole, we saw that the adults were paddling so easily and skillfully. We thought, we must be able to paddle so easily and skillfully. But we can't do it, but it's really a good eye!

We finally entered the cave, but we were already tired and sweaty, and the cave was pitch black, with only a few faint rays of light, still colored. Such an environment gives the player a sense of fear. There were a few wheels next to us, and we thought it was a few snakes, so we screamed "wow", and when we finally knew that they were wheels, we felt embarrassed again.

Paddle to the last part, I saw a narrator aunt standing on the shore, we went ashore, as the narrator came to the front of several gods, the adults were whispering with both hands, that kind of scene really made our children laugh, but we finally held back for the sake of politeness. After visiting the statues, there is a small cave in the back, and there is a small longevity monkey at the entrance of the cave, this little stone monkey is so cute, with all fours facing the sky, holding a banana in his left hand and holding the rope in his right hand, as if he was afraid of falling down.

At last we had to go out, because the entrance to the cave was low and we had to bend down to go out, and the people became little old men, little old women, and everyone laughed, and the laughter always echoed in the mountains and rivers of the underground river.

The night is deep, the tour bus is anxiously waiting for us, we reluctantly left the underground river, the bright moonlight and the mountains and rivers of Funiu Mountain are blended together, my heart and my feelings are also contained in it.

Childhood poplar leavesWhen I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard house, and there was a big poplar tree with lush foliage in the courtyard, he was a good friend of my childhood. When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale.

We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life. When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me. When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book.

At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard. Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy.

The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat. In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book.

My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall. My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting.

The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition". Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile. Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches.

Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.