Beg! Essay on feeling about time 800 words

Time is simply a measure of the length of life.

Inscription. In early summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, the vicissitudes of life, and the stars change. For everyone, time will not last forever because of prayers and sighs, nor will it pass away because of inaction. It will only shuttle through this world of sampa at the speed it should have.

Through the birth, aging, and death of life, we can fully feel the transience of Shaoguang.

Late autumn has passed, and winter is coming. At night, after a storm, in the early morning, the leaves are all over the ground. I can't help but wonder: where did this leaf come from? What has it been through in its life? Will it go to ** again?

Now, in any case, it is dead, and as a living being, it has exhausted the time it has been given. Perhaps, for us, the life of the leaves is just photosynthesis. And yet what a great thing it is!

Through the tiny but delicate structures in its body, a leaf creates the myth of life – producing oxygen and nutrients that enable the earth to support all living beings. When it dies, it rots in the soil and returns its body to the plant, completing the cycle of its life. Thus, a leaf achieved its success in its short time.

So, why did I come into this world? How much time will God give me? My existence will be.

What's the point? I thought, if I'm wandering aimlessly through the river of time, cynical and idle, then why bother? I suppose my time is longer than a leaf anyway, and if the leaf is not doing nothing, how can I waste this hard-won life?

A leaf may have a short lifespan, but it can still burst into dazzling light. I picked up a yellow leaf that had just fallen, looked at the delicate design of the veins, and stroked the green and faded flesh, and I thought that the life of this leaf might be nobler than mine, because it had fulfilled the task given to it by life with a clear conscience, and it was worthy of God's gift of time.

Then I had an epiphany that time is just a measure of the length of life, but the quality of life lies in how we use it.

I buried the yellow leaf in the soil with my own hands to show my respect for it. I seem to have a heart-to-heart communion with it, and it seems to be the earnest teachings of an old man who has crossed the centuries.

Although I don't know how much time I have, at least I know that I still have time, at least I want to make every minute and every second of my present realize its due value, and seize the present time to shape my soul with knowledge and morality. Even when my time is coming to an end, I look back and don't regret that I didn't do anything and wasted my time. In this way, I also have the meaning of going through this experience.

Youth is a beautiful melody, youth is the most beautiful memory, growing up because of dreams and beauty, youth because of friendship and splendor. Every friendship is hard-won, and it should be cherished. The time spent with good friends is the happiest, where you can talk, go shopping, play, and have fun together.

When we are most helpless and lonely, friends are always the first to lend a helping hand; When we are sad and sad, our friends always think of any way to make us happy, even if it is the lowest joke, just hoping that we can be happy; When we have troubles, friends always listen carefully to help you relieve your troubles and open the door to happiness. Looking back, I can't help but sigh that I am grateful for every friendship I have, and maybe when I am old, I will still remember it often, because it is part of my good memories and let me live it forever.

Since I was a child, I have made a lot of friends, and we all have very different personalities, but this has not affected our friendship in the slightest. Sometimes a smile makes you know a friend. Sometimes because it's a common hobby, they become friends; Perhaps, as long as we are sincere with each other, help each other, respect, care, and trust each other, we can become good friends. Now I am very happy and content, because I have more and more friends, and maybe when they tell me about their joys and sorrows, we have become very good friends.

I like to listen to the stories of each and every one of my friends, because I want to bring joy to my friends and help them share some of their sorrows.

In the road of life, there are many things that are difficult to predict, and you may be separated from a good friend due to a small conflict; Maybe because of a misunderstanding, from a friend to a stranger; Maybe one day you regret and want to reconcile, but you can never go back to the past. So why not cherish every friendship?

Let's cherish every friendship and don't regret it when we lose it!

Let's cheer for youth!

Let's pursue the most beautiful dream in our hearts and fly bravely!

Happiness is a flower, a fruit, beautiful and fulfilling; Happiness is a bird that flies through the sky without leaving a trace; Happiness is the seed of a dandelion that grows where the wind blows. Happiness plays many roles in life, and every shot records this period of happiness.

Shot 1: Milk from my mother.

Cool summer nights, breezy skies, starry skies, and the sound of cicadas is lonely. In order to get a good score in the high school entrance examination, I sat at a small desk, sometimes holding a pen and thinking deeply, sometimes writing hard. It's also so quiet, and outside the window is already "half a wall of bright moon, and the shadow of Gui is mottled".

At this time, there was a slow creaking sound from the door, it was my mother, who quietly walked to my desk and put a cup of hot milk on the table, and said softly; Drink it, don't be too tired, go to bed early. Then he tiptoed out with the door. I took the milk and drank it down.

Suddenly, a warm current spread through my body. It was the warm current of mother's love. I'm full of energy, keep writing!

In this way, before I knew it, all the obstacles were eliminated. Looking up at the window, the stars accompanied me, the moon accompanied me, they were all smiling at me, and I fell asleep sweetly......(Add that language to make people feel the benefits of detail, and then make people understand that you're living in a humane environment.) ）

Shot 2: The problem explained by the classmates.

When the math class representative solemnly wrote the last strokes on the blackboard, my mind was suddenly pulled back to this place. That's a challenging question! My thoughts were like sickles in the hands of peasants, and everywhere I went, the wheat seedlings of my thoughts were cut off before they were ripe.

The mathematical soil in my mind, which was not very productive, suddenly did not grow a single grass. (The language here is beautiful and interesting) and when I first saw this problem, there were more ways to solve the problem than rats, and I immediately ran away, but the hateful thing is that there is not even a mouse hole left. It's over, it's over again.

I made a look of death and leaned on the table. My table mates had already seen my thoughts, "Come on! Let me give you a hint!

Trigonometric functions, auxiliary lines, binary quadratic equations. "Oh! I see.

This question was still defeated in my hands. Happiness is as easy as that.

Shot 3: The red umbrella in my hand.

The sky in June is like a doll's face, it changes when it is said, the sun is still shining during class, and it becomes dark clouds in an instant, and it will rain heavily after a while. Fortunately, my mother reminded me to bring an umbrella in the morning, otherwise I would have been out of school long ago. "Woo.

Hearing the little girl's cry from afar, is something happening? I walked briskly forward, "Little girl, didn't mom come?" The little girl cried even harder.

It turns out that the little girl forgot to bring an umbrella, and her home is still far away! "Don't worry! My sister will take you home.

Two happy smiling faces emerged from under the red umbrella. Happiness is so real.

For 365 days, happiness follows me and accompanies me to experience the various feelings of happiness.

What does happiness feel like......It is like the surging of the sea; It is as silent as a stream; It is as wide as the blue sky, and she is as vast as the sea. It is as big as the universe and as small as air dust, and it is all around us all the time.

What is happiness? Someone.

said that happiness is the natural affection of "the line in the hands of a loving mother and the robe of a wanderer"; Some people say that happiness is the friendship of "confidants in the sea, and neighbors at the end of the world"; Some people also say that happiness is the beautiful love of "tenderness like water, good times like dreams". But I want to say, perhaps, to live is to be happy. To live is to experience a thousand tastes of happiness.

For each person, their happiness is different and varied. For hard-working, tired and busy workers, a day or two of vacation is a honey-like happiness. For the lonely and lonely elderly, perhaps the company of family members and the frolic of children and grandchildren is a spiritual medicine to comfort the soul.

For high-school students who are hard-working, diligent and inquisitive, perhaps once they are in the middle, the restoration of the lintel is the best return in 12 years. For ......And all of this stems from happiness. When you feel helpless and troubled, look around.

Happiness may be everywhere. Maybe when you look for her, she will put her on your shoulder and greet you with a smile.

She has lost her light since she was a child, her eyes cannot see, her ears cannot hear, her world has no color, it is pitch black. She is Helen Keller, a world-famous great man. For some, she is the object of envy, and she has achieved fame and fame through the ages.

But for herself, perhaps three days of light are the supreme gift and happiness. Happiness has n feelings, and what belongs to her is to feel the colors of a flower, a leaf, a grass and a tree.

He has disabled legs and is in a wheelchair. He once complained about the injustice of fate and the blindness of God. The physical disability made him in the prime of life grumpy and everything did not go well.

But he still got up mentally in the end. engraved his name on the literary world - Shi Tiesheng. Happiness has n feelings, and what belongs to him is to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers with his feet and run on the road of hope.

He, the shining name remembered by 1.3 billion Chinese - ***. He has struggled all his life to build a new China, and at the end of his life, he still thinks about China and the Chinese people. He had no children in his life, and he didn't have a penny in his passbook.

Happiness has n feelings, and what belongs to him is that the 1.3 billion Chinese sons and daughters can be fed, clothed, and smiling.

Happiness is everywhere, find the happiness you want, and you can live with faith. And we will always be covered by a black veil, believing that happiness belongs to others and will never come to us, and then complaining and feeling sorry for ourselves. Remember that happiness is everywhere.

What are you afraid of, happiness has n feelings, there is always one, which belongs to you.

Example 2 That time, I read father's love.

Looking back on the past years, memories are spreading, folding, and stacking into a gentle drizzle, stacking into a shallow evening breeze, stacking into a thin moonlight, and stacking into a beautiful story. Among these stories, nothing impressed me more than the scene that happened three years ago, when I understood father's love.

That night, when I finished my homework and felt a little hungry, I picked up the biscuits that my aunt had sent me—biscuits that were said to taste delicious. I thought, "Daddy must be hungry too!"

So I knocked on my father's door - in my memory, my father was tall and serious. He always said little, devoted himself to his work, and went out early and returned late every day; Even rest days are no exception. We father and daughter spend very little time together.

When my father opened the door and sat down at his desk to work, I walked up to him with a cookie and asked softly, "Dad, can you try this cookie, it is said to be delicious." ”

Set it aside, I'll eat it later. Dad didn't keep his head up and continued to work.

When I was about to leave the room, my father stopped me: "Have you eaten?" ”

Not yet. I replied.

Let's eat together! ”

Well. So I sat down next to my father. Dad took the biscuit and wrote while eating, and I sat on the sidelines, and I was really touched by my father's tireless spirit.

Dad's handwriting is neat, every stroke is written vigorously and powerfully, Dad is always very attentive no matter what he does, and pays attention to today's work. I remember when I was a child, I missed practicing calligraphy because I was greedy for fun, and my father insisted that I finish practicing calligraphy before I was allowed to sleep. Sometimes it was late at night after practicing calligraphy, so that I was late for school the next day, and I really hated my dad at that time, until I went to junior high school and looked at the words of other classmates "reptiles", I suddenly realized that I was very grateful to my dad - I looked up at my dad, and there were a few silver threads in his black hair.

I don't know how long later, when I reached for the cookies, I found that there were only two cookies left. I suddenly said, "Will Dad eat the last cookie?"

Anxious to know the answer, I ate another biscuit, and my father didn't seem to notice it, and when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly stopped again, and he retracted his hand: "Oh, I'm full." Then I wrote it again.

Looking at the last biscuit, I was stunned for a long ......I ate the last cookie, it was really delicious, but I felt like crying.

Oh, I'm full"! This is the expression of fatherly love, and it may seem too small for you to capture, but once you catch it, you can feel the power of it strongly. And I caught it, and I cried.

That time, I really understood fatherly love. That last cookie is no longer a simple cookie, it is an immortal testimony, a symbol of deep fatherly love, it will always remain in the depths of my heart and never fade, with it I will become happier!