Write an essay of no less than 600 words on the topic of things around you.

Creative ideas:

Determine the center and write the deep meaning. We should focus on digging out the life philosophy contained in the event we are writing about or find out where it shines, and think about it repeatedly to determine the central idea of the article. That is, he is good at writing deep meaning from ordinary small things.

The six elements of the article should be explained clearly. The occurrence of an event is inseparable from the six aspects of time, place, person, cause, process and result of the event, that is, the "six elements" that are often said.

Body:

The joy of reading.

Books are the ladder of human progress. Books allow us to swim in the ocean of knowledge together and enjoy the fun of reading. Books allow us to find the best and most faithful friend who will never abandon you or betray you.

Whether we are in joy or pain, or lonely or hesitant, books will always be quietly by my side, sharing our joy and soothing our hearts.

The ancients said: "The interests and disadvantages of the world's affairs are always half and half; Those who save all benefits and no less harm are only books. It doesn't matter whether you are rich or poor, rich or poor, old or young! If you look at a volume, you will have the benefit of a volume; If you read a book for a day, you will benefit from it for a day. "Books give me a lot of fun.

Reading books has allowed me to say goodbye to mediocrity. The ancients had "if you don't read poetry, you can't speak", and today's people have the argument "If you don't read, how can you speak". Indeed, reading books can increase my knowledge, enrich my emotions, improve my experience, and naturally isolate mediocrity.

Reading allows me to discover the wonders of the world and the beauty of life;

Reading allows me to blend in and yet separate from each other in reading. This is a joy, a joy of communication. Whether in the early morning or at dusk, holding a fragrant book in hand, sitting on the cool grass, letting the broken sunshine lazily sprinkle on the body, and then in the taste of grass and sunshine, with a tentacle of the heart to touch and appreciate the mystery of the book, appreciate the happiness and tranquility that cannot be appreciated elsewhere, and enrich the dull brain.

The book really made me say goodbye to mediocrity.

A little thing that warms the world.

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing the disoriented to walk towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, making people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth.

When winter comes, snowflakes are flying in the sky, spreading a thick quilt on the earth. I walked down the street, feeling very cold, and from time to time I covered my mouth with my hand to warm up. By accident, I noticed a few leaflets and other pieces of paper pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked to be in his forties and fifties had brushed the paper with a brush that had been soaked in water, and then carefully tore it off with his hands.

Although she was on the other side, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red was like fire. After carefully clearing several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen.

Seeing her move closer to the wall, she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why didn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions ran through my mind.

I was about to take a look, but I saw a skinny female cleaner approaching the paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.

When I saw it, I was even more confused, so I made up my mind to take a look.

Cross the street and come to the wall. What catches your eye is a 'missing person notice'. It reads: He Moumou, 78 years old, female ......

The suspicion was relieved, and I understood everything in an instant. At this time, a warm current came to my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, and I no longer felt cold, but felt exceptionally warm.

Winters are cold. But he also makes people feel warm, just like the two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from the burning heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the petal of incense in my heart.

I think it's warm enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.

The promise of the lily.

When people mention positive energy, they will think of many things, such as civilization, harmony, advocating freedom, integrity, equality, friendliness, ......But what happened to me was the integrity that was as pure and ordinary as a lily.

Xiaohe is my best friend, she was very fond of flowers for a while and dreamed of opening her own flower shop. I didn't believe it at the time, so I joked, "When you open the shop, give me a few bunches of lilies!"

She looked at me, nodded firmly, and picked up her book on flowers. Seeing her seriousness, I stopped laughing.

Once she invited me to her house. Unexpectedly, there was a garage in her community that was a flower shop, I looked at her and asked, "This is the flower shop you see?"

She giggled, then nodded. I was amazed, and I didn't forget to congratulate! But she said:

It's almost over, and the owner of this store went back to his hometown to live, so he gave me this store. Next year, yes, it's next year, my dream is coming true, it's so unexpected, it's great, yes! Looking at her expectant look, I couldn't help but be happy for her.

But next year is almost coming, and Xiaohe's heart is more and more, so I asked her, "What's wrong?" The florist was bought by someone else?

She looked at me and said with a look of shame: "The flower shop is fine, but the lilies died as soon as I cultivated them, and within a few days the white turned muddy yellow, which is not beautiful at all!" I may not be able to send you Lily, I may not be able to keep my word!

I see, I suddenly felt very moved, she was so attentive for my words, if I said I don't want Lily now, wouldn't I look down on her too much?

I said in a comforting and trusting tone, "Xiaohe, I believe in you!" Everyone else can raise lilies, so why can't we?

If you don't understand, I'll help you, and we'll fight together! Beat the puzzle! She looked at me with the same determination as she had then.

In this year, she successfully cultivated lilies through hard work, and knew how to dye the meridians of flowers in various colors, and then went to her flower shop, I myself had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. At this time, Xiaohe came over, she took out a large bouquet of lilies from her back, and gave it to me with a smile, I looked at this bouquet of lilies, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten. This bunch of lilies blooms not only Xiaohe's Chinese dream, but also the bridge of integrity built by friendship between me and her.

It's the positive energy that happens around me, a story about integrity......

When I came home from school today, I was doing my homework when I heard the sound of dripping water downstairs. I went downstairs curiously to take a look, and it turned out that my mother didn't turn off the faucet, and the water was dripping in the water tank. I was about to go to the gate when my mother came up to me and said:

Don't turn it off, if you drip water like this, the water meter won't move, will you save money! After that, my mother left, and I looked at the water meter and I thought: Mom is so smart.

When I saw a large area of "water feet" under the water tank, I was amazed. But I don't know what happened?

So, I went to consult my brother who came back from college. My brother said to me, "There's a lot of dust in the air.

and other substances. Since the tank with water does not have a lid, the dust in the air will float on the surface of the water and slowly sink to the bottom of the tank. My brother once said to me, "If you hold water like this, it may make the water that is already clean unclean." ”

When I heard this, I immediately went home and walked up to my mother, who was knitting a sweater. I told my mother what my brother said, and said to her, "Mom will not be good for her health like this." But Mom didn't listen.

Suddenly, a great idea came to me. So I ran to the kitchen and got two teacups, one for the muddy water from the water tank, and the other for the water that had just come out of the faucet. Then I ran to my mother's side and clamored for her to go to the kitchen, but she had no choice but to put down the yarn in her hand and go to the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, I pointed to two glasses of water and asked my mother which glass of water I wanted to drink, and my mother didn't want to point to the clear water and the cup and said that she wanted to drink that cup, and said that the other cup was dirty and had "water feet".

I said to my mother, "This cup is scooped out of the water tank." Mom was ashamed.