The essay Learning XX in the first year of junior high school is not too good, about 600 words

Learn to be grateful (to yourself 5 years ago).

I learned to cook.

When I woke up this morning, I got dressed and saw that my mother was still sleeping. I didn't wake her up and waited hungry for my mom to get up and cook. At this time, a thought flashed through my mind:

I'm 10 years old, and it's time to learn how to cook.

I went to the kitchen to see what was there to do. I found some mung beans, and remembered that my parents were very busy with work these days, and they were already on fire, and mung beans could go to the fire, so I decided to burn mung bean tea.

I took a small bowl, filled a full bowl of mung beans, picked out the dirty things inside, washed them with water, filled half a pot of water in the rice cooker, poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turned on the power, turned the rice cooker to the cooking gear, and prepared to stir-fry.

What kind of dishes to stir-fry? Mom usually loves to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so let's make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I took four eggs and two tomatoes first, and cracked the eggs into the bowl like my mother did, and that's when I got into trouble:

I don't know how much salt to put in it. Suddenly I remembered that my mother usually scrambled eggs with only a little salt. I put a little bit as usual, stirred well and set aside.

Pouring the oil into the pot, it didn't take long for me to hear a "swish" sound, it turned out that the oil was hot, I quickly poured the eggs into the pot, kept turning over, and made the eggs piece by piece, poured them into the plate, and then I was relieved. When I went back to get the tomatoes, I saw that the tomatoes had not been cut. I hurriedly picked up a knife and cut the tomatoes.

I first put it on the cutting board and cut it, but I got the tomato juice on the cutting board. Then I suddenly remembered that my mother usually took the cut, and I carefully cut it into the bowl, and in a few moments, I cut the tomatoes. I hit **, and when the water in the pot was dry, I put a little oil in the pot again, and when the oil smoked, I quickly poured the tomatoes into the pot, turned left and right in the pot for a while, and then put the eggs back in the pot, put Nande seasoning and monosodium glutamate, stirred well, poured into the plate, and a plate of fragrant tomato scrambled eggs was ready.

I opened the rice cooker and saw that the mung beans had "bloomed". I knew that the mung bean tea was also cooked, so I took them out and brought them to the table to wake up my mother.

Mom got up and saw the food on the table and asked in amazement, "Who made this?" "I did! I said proudly. "Really? My kids are grown up and can cook! "I listened to my mother's compliments, and my heart was happy.

This meal is something I learned little by little when I watched my mother cook, and it seems that it is really "learning everywhere"! In the future, I will carefully observe and pay attention to everywhere in my study and life, and learn more knowledge.

Although the world is big, there is always a piece of land that can accommodate my small body, and I also have my own joy and happiness, even if that fragile happiness is short-lived, I do not regret that I am a small leaf.

The autumn leaves are about to leave again, its small body is gradually turning yellow, and its "hands" are a little unable to grasp the trunk, and its companions can't stand such suffering, and they fall one after another. Overnight, the leaves became lonely, the birds flew away, the companions fell, and no one noticed that the little leaf was still hanging on the tree, until the last day of autumn, when the leaves fell along, ah! Yezi, I want to learn your spirit of not giving up easily and persevering to the end.

In winter, the leaves are not sad, it lies its small body on the land that belongs to it, the snow is falling, and the leaves are so strong. Although the wind blows it, and the snow chases after it, it is a pleasure, and who cares about it—that little leaf? But Ye Zi is not afraid of the ordinary, not afraid that no one cares about it, it still maintains the happiness that belongs to it.

Yes! Yezi, I want to learn from your optimistic and indomitable spirit.

In the spring, the leaf spent the winter alone and happily, in the spring, the leaf was very calm, it was not afraid of perishing, it knew that it was going to disappear, so it quietly waited for the moment when it turned into dirt, the leaf did not regret that it had made a leaf, and it left happily. Yes! Yezi, I want to learn from your great spirit of dedication.

In the summer, the tree is full of young leaves, and the leaves are happy, because it nourishes the new leaves with its body, and the leaves are still happy.

The leaves are very ordinary, autumn goes, spring comes, but which leaf is the same as that leaf? I remembered that little leaf, and the spirit of the leaf had filled my heart: I went quietly, just as I came gently, and faced the suffering with not giving up easily, persevering, optimism, and smiling.