An essay on things. 400 words, don t be sentimental. 5th grade level

Today I skipped class with my friends and came to the Internet café.,Bullying a lot of little friends.,Today we're all very happy.,Skipping class every day in the future.。

I remember it was a winter ......

The winter sun always brings inexplicable joy and emotion. Today is another sunny day.

Pushing open the window, I was bathed in the ambiguous sunshine, closed my (up) eyes, stretched out my hand, I felt the sun dancing in my hand, I took a deep breath, so fragrant! Is it the scent of the sun? The faint, vague fragrance intoxicated me.

Bang, bang, bang......"The sound of my mother patting the quilt came from the balcony. It's rare to encounter such good weather, and my mother is still busy drying the quilt. "It would be nice if my mom could bask in the sun with me! I thought to myself.

I remember when I was a child, when winter came, my mother always loved to take me to the balcony to bask in the sun, and my mother always used her big hands to cover my little hands and rub them until they were hot. It's nice to sit in the sun, feel the warmth of the sun, breathe in the fresh air. Mom said to me:

Child, do you know that the sun is scented, and the fragrance is very special, ambiguous, faint, and people will be in a very good mood when they smell it! After saying that, my mother took a deep breath. I smiled, convinced that the sun had a scent, otherwise, how could I be in such a good mood?

Growing up, I don't bask in the sun with my mother anymore. The busyness of my studies sometimes makes me forget about the good weather outside.

Outside the window, the sunlight faded a little, and the gold faded a little, replaced by a deep blue-black.

After finishing my homework, I was about to go into the bedroom to rest, but I found that my mother had already laid out the quilt for me. The moment I got into the bed, I smelled an ambiguous scent, the scent of the sun, which my mother had collected for me.

My mother didn't have time to bask in the sun with me like she did when she was a child, but the futon warmed my whole body. When I was a child, what I couldn't erase was the ambiguous smell of the sun, and it was my mother's ambiguous love. Helpful for me.

I'm 12 years old, and I've been through a lot of sad things. However, the saddest thing for me was the incident that happened the day before yesterday.

At noon the day before yesterday, I invited Liu Yifu to come to my house to play. After playing for a while, I took an apple out of the fridge. After washing, I was just about to eat, but my mother asked me to cut half of it for Liu Yifu.

When I heard this, I immediately realized that I still had friends at home, so how could I enjoy it alone. So my mother cut it in half for him. After my mother finished cutting it, I ate it in a big gulp.

I thought he would eat it, but unexpectedly, yesterday my mother said that he threw it away without eating a bite. I made up my mind: he doesn't cherish it so much, I have to cut him off!

At night, I couldn't sleep. I always thought about this one thing in my heart, and felt that Liu Yifu was too wasteful. It takes hard work for a farmer to grow rice, and it is not easy to grow a tree.

Liu Yifu is so annoying, but he doesn't know how to cherish it. At this time, I remembered that my friend was kind enough to fill his cup with some orange juice, and he poured it all out.

I'm sad, don't you say it's annoying to make friends like this? It is a kind of extreme disrespect to others to treat others as indifferent to their respect and to trample on them arbitrarily. That's the saddest thing about me.

A sad thing.

Growing up, many things happened, but there was one thing that stuck in my mind.

I remember that it was the third grade, the school was going to hold a mid-term exam, and I took the Chinese test first, and my heart was like fifteen buckets - seven up and eight down, very nervous, and when the test paper came down, I couldn't wait to go through the questions from top to bottom, "Wow, they are all familiar to me." "I picked up the pen, divided it by two, and it was done in a few moments, and after a rough inspection, I handed in the paper.

At the end of class, the students were always discussing how many points they could score. The class bell rang, which we were both afraid of and looking forward to, and the teacher walked into the classroom angrily with the test papers, and swept me with angry eyes, and then said violently: Jin Yangyang, what's the matter with you, so easy to do so badly?

Then put on a bearded and glaring expression, and sent the test paper down. As soon as I looked at the teacher's expression, I knew that I had not done well on the test, and by the time I saw my score, I was already heartbroken.

On Friday, I thought to myself that the teacher must tell my mother that I didn't do well this time, and that I would have to be beaten with "stuffed meat with bamboo shoots" and scolded when I went home. I came home with a nervous heart, only to hear my mother say, "Why is this exam a little sloppy?" ”