Kneel down for an essay on Sharing, Being, and Growing .

Share: The simple rural style, the enthusiastic villagers, and the clear blue sky constitute the impression of the fathers in childhood. During the Chinese New Year, people in a village take turns to cook the New Year's dinner, regardless of you and me.

Together: The family is poor and can only go out of the city to work. When work is not going well, swallow the bitterness in the stomach, go home to report safety, and the warm greetings and care of the family are the greatest motivation to support yourself.

Because he is with his family, even if it is tens of millions of miles, his heart will always be with him.

Grow together: Struggle together with your life partner, and your children will fall to the ground. Both family and career have kept me busy. Home is a haven ...... when you're depressedLater, the career was finally stable, and the children thrived in love.

Hahaha At first glance, you can tell that it is the brother of Sanjin Jinjin.

I curse war.

I love doves of peace very much, because when I see them, it's like seeing peace. They brought the hope of peace to the hearts of every child, made my heart suddenly brighten, and at the same time opened a window to the heart in that beautiful heart.

Through that window, I saw the vast blue sky, and the sky was full of doves of peace carrying messages of peace, bringing love and thoughts to all parts of the country, making every child's heart as warm and comfortable as a stove. It also makes all countries in the world bloom everywhere with flowers that symbolize peace, and everything in the world calls for the beauty of peace.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, shattering the peaceful tranquility. The war began, and suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky, and loud noises one after another threatened one delicate flower of peace after another. The birds were smoky from the shells, and were bruised by the merciless shrapnel.

At this time, the cries of children and the cries of people are intertwined with the cries of all spirits. They long for peace!

However, bullets and artillery fire are relentless, and they ruthlessly deprive countless civilians of their lives.

Why? Why? Why are you going to war? We want peace, let the war get out of the way! ”

Everybody is looking for it. However, the leaders of the countries that started the war were indifferent! They go to war for their own selfish interests and don't take people's lives seriously.

As soon as the plane came to a moment's pause, I saw such a tragic picture: the once beautiful city had become miserable. Many people hugged their dead relatives and wept bitterly; Some elderly people prayed for the end of the war.

In this way, a place that was originally beautiful turned war into a hell on earth.

The dove of peace flew away, and I had a wound in my heart that could not be healed. The people of the world need peace, stop the war, let peace live forever!

A happiness that we share together is double the joy; A sweetness that we share together is double the happiness. The happiest people are the ones who know how to share.

It was a fruitful season, and I invited my companion to go with me to my grandmother's house in the countryside. We rode our bikes through patches of grass and along winding country roads. The wind blowing in our faces, cool, we walked through this beautiful land with a happy mood and came to grandma's house.

In the courtyard of my grandmother's house, there are many trees. Most of them are jujube trees, and when I saw the red jujubes crumbling on the trees, I couldn't help but pick a few and share them with my companions.

This harvest season, the trees are growing exceptionally well. Grandma's jujube trees are all leafy and fruitful. Several tree trunks had reached the small wall and reached the neighbor's house.

The same is true of the neighbor's persimmon trees, which are scrambling to fill our small yard. In fact, as long as each family uses a rope to tie its own fruit branches, it does not reach out to its neighbors. But both families were not stingy with their own fruits, so they told each other that the fruits that crossed the wall could be eaten as they pleased.

First of all, I picked dates and persimmons, and I asked them to help bring a small pot for the fruit. I stood cautiously on the chair, took the small bamboo pole handed to me by my neighbor and began to pick dates and persimmons.

I took the first one, put it in my hand, close it to my nose, and sniffed it gently. Ho! It smells so good. I handed it to my buddies below and motioned for them to help pick it up.

After a while, a small pot was full of fruit, and it was heavy. We went to the pool, washed them one by one, and gently put them back in the basin. We bring the fruit to the adults to eat, and we share the rest of the fruits of our labor.

Everyone rushed to stuff it into their mouths, and some of them even fed each other. Finally, we ate and played games again. We sat in a circle in the small courtyard, and the laughter filled the whole courtyard, which was really fun!

When you put the dates in your mouth, they are crunchy, fragrant and sweet; When you put the persimmon in your mouth, it tastes delicious. But it is probably not just this fruit that makes us so happy, but the happiness that we all share.

I love to eat my grandmother's dates and neighbor's persimmons, they not only bring me a mouth full of sweetness, but also make me understand that when a person enjoys a thing, happiness is only that moment, and many people share this thing together, the feeling of happiness will be passed on, and the happiness and happiness will be multiplied.

Share. In the process of growing up, I learned to share, and it is like a book around me, growing with me.

Once, my cousin came to my house to play, and I happened to be eating my favorite cookie, and my cousin casually shouted, "I'm hungry, I want to eat." "It's my favorite cookie!

To give or not to give? Don't give it. So, I continued to watch TV and eat cookies on the sidelines.

When I had the last 2 pieces left, my mother called me to her room and said to me in a serious voice: "Ah, why don't you give him 1 piece?" Good boy, obedient, I felt a little guilty in my heart, so I nodded sensibly.

Later, I gave the remaining 2 cookies to my cousin.

It was these 2 cookies that made me understand and share, and afterwards, my mother praised me!

That year, he was four years old and in Jiangmen. The time with my grandmother was very happy and leisurely. It was about ten o'clock, and he got up early so he didn't have to go to school.

The sun outside the sky was smeared with a pale yellow, filling the whole room with warmth and love. "Grandma, can we go" yes, how could he forget? What about the old lady who has been with him for several years to buy snacks?

Her steamed buns are simply fragrant! He always came up with such a picture in his mind: in a secluded place, there are birds singing, trees rustling, and the flow of the stream slowly flowing with the birds' calls.

With his favorite person, his grandmother, lying in a world of snacks made by that old grandmother. Oh, what a naïve, immaculate person he was back then. But the grandmother's dim sum has a hand.

The bright white steamed buns, wrapped up and fluffy inside, the sweet bean paste buns, the body of the steamed buns, are very small. I can't wrap the blazing heart inside, the heat slowly comes up, making the cold heart full and fragrant, as if I have a whole warm world! That year, he was eight years old and in Zhongshan.

That is, I just went to Zhongshan and went to elementary school in Yang Xianyi. It was a sweltering summer day, and his mother hadn't come yet, and when he finished his homework, he seemed a little helpless and had to go to the toilet again. When I went up the stairs, I found that the sunset at night was extraordinarily red, and from a distance, it also exuded the ** atmosphere of the National Fitness Plaza from time to time.

When he reached the end of the hallway, he suddenly spotted a ball of white hair. When I looked at it, it turned out to be a cat, hiding under the green leaves, and some light was scattered from the green leaves. If you look closely, there are two kittens under the belly of the big flower cat that are still open, as if they have just been born.

Something in my mind. Looking at the untrampled corridor, he mustered up his courage and stepped over the iron fence, wanting to reach out and grab it. But in an instant, he forgot about the idea.

The mother cat, who is tired all over, now doesn't even have the strength to catch the little boy. In the light of the setting sun, its blue eyes shone with a kind of pleading, as if to say, "Please, please, can you not take my child?"

They are all my flesh and blood, my love. Slowly, he stepped out of the small lawn, and slowly, he went back to the classroom. It's just that the look still echoes in his mind.

Whenever he came to his mind here, he understood that love can melt everything, that is, just a look. That year, he was eleven years old and was traveling to study. "Li Eryi, what is your ** number?

Ah, the teacher is gone? He thought, 'Oh it's over, we're in a London tube station!'