Essay requirement 5 on the topic of sharing

When did I learn to share? Was it the time when I shared the apples from my sister? Was it the time when my grandparents shared poached eggs?

That time, the smile on my sister's face was as bright as the sun and flowers, and she took out a large blue and red apple from her bag, wiped it with her sleeve, and handed it to me with a smile. I took a big bite and gave it back to her, staring nervously at the apple and my sister's face, and when my sister took a very ladylike bite and handed it to me, I breathed a sigh of relief, and took another big bite of ...... under my sister's smiling gaze

I grew up living with my grandparents. Life in the countryside is simple and unpretentious, but there is also love and joy in a simple life. I remember my grandmother always leaving delicious things for me and my grandfather, and she herself was always reluctant to eat them.

I remember one time, the three of them had dinner together, and the atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful. Dinner was very simple, one bowl of noodles per person, my grandfather and I each had a poached egg in our bowl, but my grandmother's bowl did not. When my grandfather found out, as usual, he used chopsticks to cut the poached egg in his bowl in half and put the other half into my grandmother's bowl.

You have to eat a little more. Let's eat it. Grandma said as she put the half of the egg back into her grandfather's bowl.

How could my grandfather be willing to let it! So, I picked it up and put it in my grandmother's bowl. In this way, I gave in for a long time, and finally my grandmother put the half of the poached egg into my bowl as usual

You're growing your body and you're eating it. ”

Looking at the kind and thin grandmother, I felt that I should not accept this half of the poached egg, and my head was quickly thinking about how to give it away easily, when suddenly a stirring spirit remembered a trick I had seen in the book, so I thought about it.

The eggs are so salty! I took a small piece and tasted it, then shouted at my grandmother.

So salty? Grandma looked at me in amazement.

Unbelief? You taste! As I spoke, I quickly transferred the half of the poached egg to my grandmother's bowl.

Grandma took a small bite and was about to say something, when she suddenly saw me snickering, and immediately understood my plan, "You little elf! "As he spoke, he was going to get the egg back into my bowl.

I'll only have half at most, or I won't want anything at all. I said coquettishly.

In the end, my grandmother had no choice but to share the half of the poached egg with me.

That night was the first time in my life that I took the initiative to share something with someone. In the yellowing light, the three of us ate quietly, but I felt that the air was full of love and caring ......

On that day, for the first time in my life, I felt the joy and happiness that sharing brings!