Essay on 4th grade for elementary school students 505 words my sincere words

Key words: 500 words for the fifth grade of primary school.

Word Count: 500 words essay.

Essay**: This essay is a 500-word essay on the fifth grade of primary school, titled: "My True Grip Pei Ambition Words", and everyone is welcome to contribute. My Sincere Words Geng Pan Dali Middle School, Xinji City, Hebei Province Mom and Dad, I have a lot to say to you, do you know?

The reason why I dare not say these things to you is not because I don't have the courage, but because I can't say anything in my heart when I see you.

Ay! How do you say that? Well, let me tell you a story: When Truman was elected to the United States, his neighbor asked his mother, "You must be happy for your son!"

But his mother said, "Yes, but I'm also happy for my other son, who, lo and behold, is digging potatoes in the fields." Every mother's love for her children is selfless, and they don't care about the status of their children.

I still vaguely remember that when I was a child, my aunt brought me two bags of chocolate compressed biscuits, but you, as a mother, hurriedly dissuaded: "The child is still young, don't spoil him." "I was very angry after hearing this, you are too ruthless in the middle hall, the thing is too desperate, my aunt gave me a few bags of biscuits to eat, and you didn't let me, even if I only let me eat one piece.

Under your long-term invisible influence, I have grown into a dignified man. Now that I think about it, you are all for my good, and you don't let me develop the bad habit of snacking, and now I don't develop this habit, how grateful I should be for your love for me.

As a father, you once said to me, "I just hope that you can really do a good job of that simple and complex character composed of one stroke and one stroke, and let you develop the rest freely." 'You never cared about my grades, my knowledge, or my honors, you didn't want anything from me, you just wanted me to live rightly.

I believe that I will live up to your ardent expectations of me, and I will definitely become a useful person to repay you who gave birth to me and raised me.

Time has become a memory, and the time in elementary school has become a collection of memories. I will never forget the figure in the memory set, I will never forget you, I will never forget what you taught me.

You taught me to be tolerant. Sometimes you educate students so that some students who don't understand you sow the seeds of hatred for you in their hearts, and they are bent on how to get revenge on you. Some classmates scolded you and insulted your personality, some classmates secretly cursed you when you were sick, you criticized them and asked them to learn respect, and you didn't hate them for it, you taught me to be tolerant from here, the church taught me to be tolerant, let me understand how to be tolerant of others, how to be tolerant, that is, to open your heart, to forgive others, to be considerate of others.

At the same time, I also learned that it is also called forgiveness.

You taught me to compare emotional intelligence to IQ. You tell us word by word, no matter how high your IQ is, if your EQ is 0, it will make others despise you, but if your EQ is high and your IQ is low, someone will come to you and be friends with you, because it will make people close to you feel kind. All in all, thank you, teacher!

Each of us will feel like we have something amazing about it and will be proud of it! I'm going to write about something I'm proud of and share it with you today!

That was my first experience with scrambled eggs.

At that time, when I got home, I found that there were no vegetables in the refrigerator, and there were a few eggs, and I thought: I love eggs the most, so I will make my own scrambled eggs before my parents come back! Thinking about the yellow and fragrant eggs that my mother usually fried for me, my saliva is about to flow down!

Just do it! I turned on the gas like my mother, put the pot in place, and poured some oil into it. I think:

Heat the oil and the eggs will cook faster, so I turn up the heat very high. While waiting, I took out the eggs and cracked them open, the transparent egg whites and tender yolks flowed into the bowl, I followed my mother's example, mixed them with chopsticks, and put the green onions On top of the green onions, the oil was already hot. I quickly poured the egg down.

Wow-" The oil exploded in the pan, and some of the oil splashed on my face, "Yo-" I screamed in pain. Then, I didn't care about the three-seven-twenty-one, took the lid of the pot, and covered the pot as fast as I could. I finally breathed a sigh of relief in my heart and thought to myself:

Haha, the oil can't splash on my face! But after a while, a burning smell came to my nose, and I opened the lid of the pot to see, oh! The eggs have turned charred black.

I had to turn off the heat, pour out the charred eggs, wash the pot, and prepare to do it again.

This time, I didn't dare to turn up the fire. The oil didn't spill out, but after a while, the eggs still didn't react much. So, I turned up the heat a little higher, and gradually, the eggs took shape in the pot.

I was afraid that it would burn, so I turned it over again After a while, I saw that the egg was almost there, and I tasted it, ah! It's delicious! I couldn't be happier!

At this time, Mom and Dad returned. They were amazed to see a plate of scrambled eggs on the table! When I knew that I made it, I quickly tasted it, and they all said it was delicious. However, they know that this is what I burned out after I failed, and it was not easy!

Am I amazing! You tell me? In the future, if I have the opportunity, I want to learn more from my mother to learn the skills of cooking, one to satisfy my hunger, and the other to help my mother do some work, exercise, exercise myself, I don't want to cook to open my mouth!

An unforgettable event.

In my memories of growing up, there are countless interesting stories from my childhood, some of which are surprising, some of which are very angry, some of which are pleasant, and some of which are touching and ......sadBut many things are like footprints, going farther and farther, but there is only one thing that is still unforgettable, as if it just happened.

I remember one day five years ago, my parents took me to my grandmother's house for dinner. Cars on the road are coming and going quickly, and the water is overflowing. When we approached the zebra crossing, due to the speed of traffic, Dad had to park the car in the open space on the zebra crossing and wait for safety reasons.

After a few minutes, there were more and more cars on the road, motorcycles and cars going their own way, as if they didn't see us waiting, and I was a little impatient. Just as I was muttering to myself, something unexpected happened. The walking car seemed to "fly" to "the clouds".

I was stunned and it turned out to be a group of helpful motorcyclists who immediately stopped and told us to cross the street. Suddenly, my heart was touched by this group of noble drivers, and my eyes gradually moistened, although we never knew each other, but their sincere courtesy, is not exactly what we advocate to be civilized, polite fashion? I was tempted to catch up, but when I looked back, the motorcyclists had faded into obscurity and quickly disappeared into ......the night

Whenever I think back on this incident, I always remind myself that I must learn from the spirit of helpfulness, politeness and humility of those motorcycle drivers, cultivate a heart of treating others with sincerity, thinking about what others think, and being anxious about what others are anxious about, and hope that this spirit can be carried forward from generation to generation!