Essay Finding Studying Tyrant Think about it

Beginning: Happiness is everywhere in life, and it is wonderful everywhere!

It was such a happy trip!

Life is made up of happiness and sorrow.

Different people have different life trajectories, and different trajectories show people different stories, and different stories bring people different feelings. As a student, my stories couldn't be more ordinary, but for me, each of them is so important because they are an essential part of my life, and it is because of the connection of these stories that I am who I am today.

I was born in a very ordinary family, how to say it, my life when I was a child can be said to be good or bad, and it also depends on what kind of heart to look at. The good thing is: I have grandparents who love me, and a few friends who help each other.

The bad thing is that my parents weren't around me when I was very young, so I didn't get much fatherly and maternal love when I was a child. The most difficult thing for me to accept is:

When I was seven years old, my grandfather, whom I loved the most, passed away from cancer. In those days, I was like a shell, I didn't know what to do, I really wanted to point to the sky and shout: I won't say anything if you don't let my parents be by my side, why do you want to take away my most respected relatives?

But despite my heartbreak, I still have to live well. Grandpa's last words before his death were: You have to grow up quickly, you have to learn to be a good person, you are a man, you have to be good....Before the words were finished, my grandfather left with regrets, leaving me with regret and sadness, and my grandfather left like this, not even finishing the last words with me, but I will always remember what he wanted to say.

My grandfather's departure hit me hard, but it also made me grow. I learned to persevere, and in the rest of my life, no matter how difficult it was, I bravely persevered. In the future, I have always lived and eaten with my grandmother, even if my parents came back in the end, I still lived with my grandmother, because my grandmother became a part of my life.

But I'm growing up day by day, and my grandmother is getting older day by day. The lyrics in a song by the Chopsticks Brothers are very expressive of my emotions now. That's the one in "Father".

Time slows down, don't let you get old anymore, I'm willing to use me to change your years. Everyone hopes that their loved ones can live a long life, but things backfire, and there are too many unsatisfactory realities, so now I cherish every day with my loved ones. Time is running out, and I will spend the rest of my life to repay them, even if it is to give my own life in the end.

This is my story, very simple, receiving love as a child and now giving it little by little. Here I wish everyone with my most sincere feelings: a safe life, a happy family, and a happy reunion.

There are three people in my family, my father, my mother and me, but there are many stories in my family, like a string of wind chimes, as long as the wind blows, it will make a crisp, pleasant sound. Now, let me blow a string of wind chimes for you!

Whenever my family has dinner, me, my dad and mom always gobble up the meal quickly, why? Because we're going to grab the remote control to watch TV! Since I have a small appetite and eat slowly, I ask my dad or mom to grab the remote control every time, and voila!

This time, Dad and Mom got the remote control at the same time and are snatching it! When I saw this, I rolled my eyes and came up with a great idea. I hurriedly finished eating, then walked up to my parents and said solemnly

When will you get your hands on it? Even if any of you grab it, the good-looking TV series is almost over, so why don't you rock-paper-scissors! I'll be the referee first, put the remote control here first, and I'll give it to whoever of you wins, okay?

Mom and Dad thought about it and made sense, so they gave me the remote control. "Rock, scissors, paper! "Mom won the first game, and Dad said

No, no, let's do it again. After the second game, my father won, but my mother shouted again: "No, no, let's do another game."

…In this way, my father and mother fought ten games in a row, and they were always victorious.

Uh-"Guess what I'm doing now?" The remote control is in my hand, so I can watch cartoons! So, I sat on the sofa and watched the cartoon, and after more than half an hour, the cartoon was over, thinking about the "News Network" that my father loved to watch, and the "Lucky 5+2" that my mother loved to watch should be almost over.

Seeing how they were competing, I quickly dropped the remote control and ran into the room, locked the door, and slept beautifully. When my parents heard the sound, they suddenly realized, and even said, "I've been fooled by my daughter, I've been fooled." While talking, they looked at their watches, and all their favorite watches were finished, and they had to go to bed one by one.

Children, do you think this wind chime sounds good? Want to hear it again? If you still want to hear it, then listen to it next time! Next time, I'll blow you a better wind chime.

Just because of that person.

The bleak autumn wind blew on my face and made people chill suddenly, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, so I wrapped my clothes tightly and quickened my pace.

It was only 3:30 a.m. when I arrived at the stop sign, and there was still half an hour before the bus arrived, so I shivered in the wind, so I tried my best to lean towards the shop on the side of the road to avoid the cold wind. I was standing in front of a barber shop, and on the other side of the steps, a little far from the door, sat an old man, he was wearing a blue cloth shirt, a pair of black cloth trousers, it must have been clothes from many years ago, he was sitting on his back, holding a small corn in his hand, the corn kernels on it were small and dry, and he had a few garbage bags and a wooden stick beside him, which could not help but make me suspicious, the corn was picked up from the garbage can he sent him, and the smell of garbage on his body made me go to the stop sign again.

Not long after, a brightly dressed waiter in the store came out to catch up with the old man: "Hurry up and go away, don't affect our business." The old man didn't say anything, but stuffed the corn into his mouth, picked up the garbage bag, picked up the stick, and walked to the nearest garbage can.

He put the garbage bag on the ground, held the garbage can in one hand, and put a wooden stick into the bucket with the other hand to tinker with something, and soon took out something plastic and stuffed it into his garbage bag, which he kept repeating. Sometimes some pedestrians pass by the roadside and "handily" throw garbage next to the garbage can, and some parents even use him as a negative teaching material.

Although I hate the smell of his body, but I still understand the minimum respect for personality, and the old man's living situation today may not be his own reason, he himself diligently turns over the trash can, in addition to making some money, is it also a contribution to environmental protection? He is also a member of the society silently, he doesn't steal, he doesn't steal, what reason do we have to despise him? Shouldn't he be honored?

Every week after that, whenever I came home from the training class, I could always see his thin figure by the trash can near the stop sign, silently rummaging through the trash can in the wind and rain.

It is easier to write, and it can be made from the perspectives of honesty and adherence to truth.

What you fall in love with in spring, you can write about expressing your feelings, praising vitality, striving for progress, and feeling for things.

That touch of sadness or the fountain of devotion, watering the flower of life.

Learn to be kind to others or don't misunderstand what I think is.