Essay Helping others is also helping oneself with one thing

Helped me.

Each of us has helped and received help from others, and there is one thing that I still remember vividly.

It was the math final exam of the last semester. When I did the problem of drawing line segments, I opened the pencil case and wanted to get a ruler, but I found that I forgot to bring a ruler, I was very anxious and thought: what should I do?

If there is no ruler, I don't know how many centimeters this line segment has drawn, it would be a pity if I didn't do such a simple problem, seeing that there was not much time left, I saw that other students were hurrying to do the problem, and from time to time there was a pencil writing sound, and my mind was blank, and I was so anxious that I was about to cry. Just when I was in a hurry, my tablemate Zhu Yixin seemed to see my thoughts and asked me: What's wrong with you?

I told her I didn't have a ruler with me. After hearing this, she immediately lent me her ruler, and after I borrowed the ruler, my heart was much calmer, and I quickly finished the problem of drawing line segments, and the rest of the questions seemed to become much easier, so I hurried up to finish the test paper. When the teacher announced the results, I got a high score, and I was very happy, and I am very grateful to Zhu Yixin for helping me.

This little thing made me understand that no matter how big or small the matter is, for those who are in need of help, it is happiest to receive help from others. In the future, I will definitely do my best to help those in need.

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In life, many people have given me warmth, including the warmth given by teachers, classmates, and parents, but what impressed me the most was the warmth given by strangers.

One weekend, my mother had to work overtime, and my father was in Beijing, so I rode my bicycle to Wushan alone. Riding to the Zodiac Stone, I locked the bike to the side and played with the children. When I was about to play, I thought my mother had come home, so I hurriedly unlocked it and jumped into the car.

After two steps, I felt the bike shake and heard a squeaky "squeak". It turned out that I accidentally got the lock stuck in the crack when I opened it. I didn't have the tools to get out, so I had no choice but to ride on a bumpy ride.

Not long after the ride, an old man stopped me. I saw that he was over the age of six, wearing an old-fashioned peaked cap on his head, his beard was white, as long as the bridge of his nose, and his face was full of warm smiles. He took a closer look at my car and, with his wrinkled hands, pulled out the lock that I had got stuck in the crack, bit by bit.

I watched from the sidelines, feeling like I wanted to help but couldn't. After a while, the car was ready. I looked at his kind smile and felt that his smile was familiar.

It turned out that his smile was like the feeling of a grandfather smiling at his grandson, and I didn't know what to say for a while. At this time, he lit a cigarette, and when he smoked, many sparks came out of the cigarette butt. He exhaled a puff of cigarette, and I had something to say, so I said to him:

Grandpa should smoke less and pay attention to his body! Thank you and goodbye! He took a drag on his cigarette and nodded.

I got on the bike, and I was clear.

In life and study, there will always be someone who is paying attention to me, and when I fall, there will always be a sentence in my ears:"Failure is the mother of success. "Although these words can sometimes be annoying to listen to, they have always been the driving force that pulls me on.

That person is --- mother!

Yes, the mother is like a lilac flower, the mother is withering and losing her light. And I, this little bud, is slowly blooming, blooming with the most beautiful light that pulls itself. In the morning, whether it is a cold winter or a hot summer, there is someone who wakes up earlier than me to make breakfast and make my little alarm clock.

I remember one time, when my hungry essay was off-topic, I cried at home. But my mother comforted me and said, ".""Kid, don't be afraid of failure this time, come back next time.

As soon as I heard this, the knot of hunger in my heart was untied. Suddenly, a wave of warmth flowed through my body, so I was never discouraged when I failed. It was because of my mother's warm hands that I could only feel lifted up from the clutches of defeat and taught me:

Failure is the mother of success. "

On the eve of my exam, when I was nervous about revision, it was not someone else but my mother's poignant face who accompanied me to study until late at night. Seeing that face, I felt that my mother's wrinkles were getting more and more, and seeing her concentrate on giving me a lecture, those big hands were still caressing my head, patiently explaining all the questions I asked, and still those big hands were pulling me warm.

That's how my mother helped me, how could I get good grades, my mother always encouraged me, and when I didn't do well in the exam, my mother's comfort was always in my mother's sense of loss. Although in the eyes of others, what my mother did was nothing special, but in my heart, my mother has always been helping me and inspiring my budding heart.

Thank you, the one who will always help me. Although you are so ordinary, in my heart, you are the most beautiful bloom.

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He, that is. He is a good friend of mine in every way, whether it is in life or study, he will come to help me, but I remember the ...... most clearly

cough cough "With the sound of coughing, my cold became more and more serious, and my father had to give me three days off to go home to recuperate. But after three days, when I returned to the classroom, I found that my classmates had learned a lot of new knowledge, and I opened the homework book to see that I couldn't do anything. What can I do, suddenly, a hand gently patted me on the shoulder and said

It's okay, I'll come and make it up for you when I get home from school. I looked back, and sure enough, it was him, my good friend Shen Huaqiao. So, while learning new knowledge, I listened to his lectures.

Another night I had sent only one lesson to make up for the lesson I had left, but it was so merciless that it was raining heavily, and I thought he would come. However, after a long time he did not come, I began to come to my senses. Suddenly, I saw a person in a dim way from the rain curtain, he was Shen Huaqiao, I was sure, and sure enough, he came.

When I came to the back room, I saw that his clothes were already soaked, and I asked him why he had only come now, and he said that there were no adults at home today, so he had to come by himself, so he came in the rain. He also kept coughing during the lecture, but he insisted on finishing the lecture for me.

The next morning, he didn't come to school, and the teacher told us that he had a cold, and it was a bit severe, and I listened to it, and I felt a little uncomfortable, and he forgot the importance of his body in order to help me make up for my lessons.