Essay on the Legend of Flying in 300 words

There is beauty everywhere in life. Although the beauty of the soul and the beauty of the appearance are both beauty, the meaning of the two is completely different.

Today, I am witnessing the contrast between the beauty of the mind and the beauty of the outside.

When I got up in the morning, my mother took me on the bus to see my grandmother.

There were a lot of people on the bus, and my mom and I managed to get a seat. Sitting next to me was an ugly older sister with a mole on her face, and sitting opposite me was a beautiful aunt dressed in a fashionable way.

The ugly sister sat quietly in her seat, and the beautiful aunt either hit the ** loudly or spat on the ground.

The bus stopped, and an old man came up, he looked around, there were no seats, and his wrinkled face was full of disappointment. We turned our attention to Pretty Aunt (because Pretty Auntie was sitting in the "old, weak, sick and disabled" area, and the other seats in the "old, weak, sick and disabled" area were already filled by the elderly), I thought that Pretty Auntie would get up and give up her seat, but, I was wrong, she didn't get up and give up her seat, just lowered her head and played with her phone.

This man is so thick-skinned! I think.

At this time, the ugly sister stood up and whispered something to the old man, and the old man immediately sat down (the ugly sister's seat).

What's going on?

The legend of the flying over is an essay on divination stockings.

You are Cao County No. 1 Middle School, damn it, what kind of essay to write is not good, but what kind of bird to write, depressed.

There is a bird that can fly tens of thousands of miles across the Pacific Ocean, and all it needs is a small branch. During the flight, it holds the branch in its mouth, throws it on the water when it is tired, and then flies down on the branch to rest for a while, and when it is hungry it stands on the branch to catch fish, and sleeps on the branch when it is sleepy. Who would have thought that the little bird would successfully fly across the Pacific Ocean with the help of a simple tree branch!

Remember, when I was a child, it was fun. Because of this, he got into trouble and was beaten by his father. At that time, I didn't know how to cherish books, I only knew how to play.

Tear off a few pages of his father's beloved "Water Margin" and use it to fold it into the most popular paper airplane when he was a child and play with his companions. After being beaten, I still didn't understand why my father would beat my beloved me for these pages, but from then on, I didn't dare to be so cruel to the book. Slowly, I learned to cherish it!

I went to elementary school. Reading books made me know: Grandma Bingxin's ardent expectations for us, Lenin let us know what it means to be an honest child, and the five heroes of Langya Mountain made us admire heroes.

As I grew up gradually, I read more and more books, and the original villain books, robot cats, and story clubs could not satisfy my thirst for knowledge. So I tried to find more books that I liked more to accompany me in my happy time.