What is it like to have one thing in your heart all the time?

Beginning: Slow Rock Core, like the vast night sky, most of the stars in the sky are shining like diamonds, wishing everyone knew that it exists, while some are like shy girls, quietly hiding in quiet corners, refusing to come out. In the bottom of my heart, there is such a star.

Ending: If it is a good thing to start empty, it is: even the most inconspicuous star in the corner will secretly shine its own light, although this matter is not known by others, but as long as I think of it, my heart will be as rich and fresh as sweet tea.

If it's a bad thing, it's just that this star is buried deep in my heart, and I can be a warning light, a good teacher, so that when I think of making the same mistake in the future, it will emit a faint light to remind me and urge me to correct.

Everyone's life will encounter many things, some are like birds flying across the sky, fading away; Some are like summer streams, gradually passing away; And some are like fallen leaves in winter, buried deep in the earth. If you don't think about it, there is nothing, and once you think about it, you will ......remember it vividly

On a weekend morning the year before, Mom and Dad had gone to work, and when they were leaving, Mom said, "I'm going to cook for you, turn off the heat in 15 minutes, and remember not to cook it." I replied half-consciously

Got it. "After my mother left, I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and when I was done, I got into the bed and enjoyed the book.

Just as I was looking at it, suddenly, I smelled a pungent smell. When I thought about it, my mother's reminder when she was about to leave the house, "Oops. I yelled and rushed to the kitchen, which was already full of smoke, and I couldn't see the pot clearly.

I quickly opened the window, turned on the smoke machine, and turned off the fire. When I opened the lid of the pot, there was rice inside, and it was all black. "I can't tell my mother, otherwise, I will be criticized and beaten again.

The brain first popped up with a signal.

So, I used a stir-fry shovel to shovel those "black rice", shoveled for a long time, but no effect. I switched to detergent and brushed hard with a cleaning ball, and after brushing five or six times in a row, it finally worked, and the pot was basically clean, and I breathed a sigh of relief. When I walked out of the kitchen, I saw that the house was full of smoke, and when I looked at my watch, my mother would be back in an hour.

I quickly turned on all the windows, turned on the air conditioner, and found an electric fan, which was blowing next to the window. About half an hour passed, and the smoke in the house finally slowly subsided. Just then, my mother came back and said as soon as she entered the door

I drank the rice you made and wiped the pot clean. The mother boasted: "Daughter, awesome!"

I know that I brush the pot myself after the meal. ”

Although it has been more than a year, it still lingers in my mind. Today, I wrote it out, I feel much more relaxed, and I deeply understand: do things seriously; Be honest!

Everyone has a secret in their hearts, a long-hidden thing, and this event may be unforgettable, it may be embarrassing, but one day this event will come out and move you again.

That day was the first day of school for the fourth grade, and early in the morning, many people gathered around the door of the small store to buy book covers. I also squeezed into the Kuxun shed, and wanted to buy two too, and touched my pocket, Chang Pai happened to have two coins. When I reached into my pocket and took out two coins, one of them fell out accidentally, and I didn't know how to get into it, but I couldn't find it.

I was very nervous at the time, thinking that I was going to buy two book covers today, and I already had two book covers in my hand, and I gave a coin, and the shopkeeper lost one yuan. I stepped out of the crowd and thought to myself, I don't know if this is right or wrong.

After school, I couldn't help but think of what the teacher said, be honest. I made up my mind to return one of the book covers to the shopkeeper. When I walked to the door of the store, I was hesitating how to explain this matter to the boss, but I didn't expect the kind shopkeeper to call me first:

Kid, what do you want to buy? I was taken aback and had to ramble on about it. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper said to me with a smile on his face

Kid, I just picked up a coin in the corner, it must be yours, right? Let's just buy this book cover with this dollar. "He seems to be very calm.

I was grateful, but I was also ashamed that I had seen the familiar and "unfamiliar" one-dollar coin.

In life, tolerance and love may be like this. We should have moments of love and tolerance, but this should also be based on integrity, and we should also give others something in return. This deep thing in my heart touched me again.

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