A particularly well written essay of about 600 words is urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent

"My understanding of this ancient precept is hazy, and I never delve into the profound connotation, but in fact, the bits and pieces that happen around me have already interpreted its exquisite ......When I was a child, I always saw my grandmother pick up a blind kitten or a puppy with a broken leg from the front and back of the house in the village, and my grandmother would even buy fish and meat that she was usually reluctant to eat to serve the kitten and puppy. Whenever I saw my grandmother holding the injured little animals in her arms and carefully wiping their wounds, I suddenly realized that my grandmother's eyes were as kind to all living beings as she was to my precious child.

My dad always taught me: to be a boy, you have to learn to be strong! But every time I go to the street with my dad on a tricycle, whenever I encounter an uphill section, my dad will involuntarily get out of the car to push the cart, and never forget to say to the tricycle driver after getting off

Thank you! From this I understand that strength never excludes goodness.

I've always thought that mom is the most budget-conscious for the whole family. But many times I accompanied my mother to the vegetable market, and I always found that my mother ignored the cheap fresh vegetables, but spent more money to put the leftovers of those grandfathers and grandmothers into the vegetable basket ......Looking at the vicissitudes of life on the faces of the old grandfathers and grandmothers, I suddenly realized that kind charity can beautify the dignity of laborers. Oh, yes!

Greatness comes from the ordinary, and the small goodness in life can reflect the aura of human nature.

See if it's okay!

In the long river of life, we are changing every moment, people are really changing, perhaps, unconsciously, your innocent, kind heart has become mature and stable. Maybe the big changes are not noticeable. Of course, no one wants to let go of the hurried pace to observe this minute-by-minute change.

And I have never deliberately observed these things, and after a meal, a few words of mine made me understand these truths again.

On this day, our family had dinner with a smile on our faces. Mom and Dad tried their best to put vegetables in my and my sister's bowls, but my sister was always not honest, she didn't eat seriously, and threw two bites of rice into her mother's bowl, and my sister didn't seem to know what mistake she had made, and grabbed vegetables on the plate with her hand that played with sand.

Mom and Dad must have seen it, how could they be indifferent? Mom and Dad were still talking, laughing, I held my breath, and choked up, "How can you eat us if you catch us like this?"

Disobedient, she asked childishly, "Why can't you eat it?" "I didn't pay attention to her, my parents chatted about family things, but my sister always interjected.

I slapped the table: "Adults interject little kids!" My sister looked dazed, and when she saw that I was really angry, she sat down energetically.

After a while, a smile crept up on my sister's face again.

Suddenly, something seemed to burrow into my heart, and I was stabbed, faintly, very painfully, ......

I seemed to remember something, but I didn't know what it was, and in an instant, I was stunned, why did this sentence seem familiar? Why does it keep ringing in my ears?

That familiar sentence made me confused, why did I feel so uneasy after saying it? Faintly, something suddenly came to mind. Isn't that what my parents said to me 10 years ago?

Didn't I complain that I didn't have a voice? Didn't I still say to my father angrily, "That kind of thing that only adults can say, and I will never say it"?

My eyes were moist, and since I was a child, I knew the difference between adults and children. So, when I say that, don't I become an adult? Isn't it the truest me I used to be? I didn't fulfill the promise I made to my father, but instead, I lost my ......

Tears slowly squirmed down his eyes, slowly, slowly ......

My sister's childish, innocent, and cute face once again appeared in front of my eyes, and my sister's bright smile may be only possessed by a child ......with a complete and pure heart

Yes, my heart is slowly becoming mature and stable, and compared with my sister, I am no longer a childish, innocent, and cute child.

Ten years ago, my parents said this to me at the dinner table, and ten years later, I said this to my sister at the dinner table......

On the blue earth, there is a dragon called China. It's our home!

Looking at the past, from the ancient times of China, from the invasion and occupation by Japan, to the current motherland with developed science and technology, how many rapid changes have been experienced! Take the 512 ** in 2008 as an example, in the process of rescue, how many firm words are touching! There is also the 2008 Olympic Games, let us China once again challenge the world!

In addition, the "Shenzhou 5" manned spacecraft was successfully launched and returned. We take these bits and pieces to heart.

The 2010 World Expo is about to be held in Shanghai, China, what a great honor! Look around, there is the bright Oriental Pearl, and there is the Lujiazui ...... worthy of our pride

Soon we will celebrate the 60th anniversary of my mother's birthday, so I have joined the ranks of defending the glory of my mother.

One day I took the No. 84 bus home, and when I arrived at the intersection, a group of elementary school students came up. It looked like they were in the third or fourth grade, the car was driving, and they were muttering: ".

What! Are you okay? I'm amazing!

Is it? Then teach me! ”…The more they talked, the more energetic they became, and the noisy passengers in the car were upset.

This is an old uncle who spoke: "Children, speak softly! "Uncle, it's okay for us to talk!

Who says you can't talk in the car? When the old man heard this, he shook his head, sighed, and stopped talking. An uncle couldn't help it:

Kids, you can't talk like that! Grandpa is right, you are indeed wrong! "You're not our teacher.

Can it be managed? I listened to it on the side, and a nameless fire was born in my heart: now that we are welcoming the World Expo, this year is a good year for the motherland to turn 60 years old, how can this be?

So I said confidently: "It's wrong for you to be right, but now you're welcoming the World Expo, and this year is a good year for the motherland to turn 60 years old. You are also elementary school students, why are you so irresponsible?

Hearing my words, they blushed and were speechless.

Students, we are the flowers of the motherland, we are the sun of the motherland, and we are the hopeful tomorrow of the motherland. Our hard work today is the dazzling sun tomorrow.

The taste of growth.

The annual ring of time has quietly turned sixteen springs and autumns, and the silk thread of life has also been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but after I realized it, I realized ......

is no longer the little girl who clamored for her mother to tell a story, she will not cry for a doll, but often see herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop her mother and father from worrying too much. The taste of growth is understanding.

I no longer shake my little head and sing "Little Gong" with a childlike voice like before, but I am often moved to tears by "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", and I feel the sad and desolate life thoughts left to me by the blind A Bing. The taste of growth is to understand life.

No longer deliberately writing two typos in the workbook to test the teacher's eyesight, but often full of gratitude for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on the forehead, and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help gave me a deeper understanding of "the spring silkworm dies to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry". So there is no distraction, forgetting the sea of books, bowing to the case, and working hard until dawn.

The taste of growth is gratitude and reward.

I no longer fight with my classmates for a disagreement, but I often drink a cup of steaming Kuding tea in the dead of night, look at the deep blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growth is that a swimming fish in the sea is eager to jump over the dragon gate and swim in the sea.

The taste of growth is that a little bird in the sky longs to fly high and high freely, and the sea of clouds is at your disposal.

The taste of growth, experience it yourself. The taste that seemed sweet and sour, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sentimental and sentimental, haunted me after sixteen springs and autumns, sixteen years, and then immersed in my soul, forever, forever ......

My eleven red scarves.

One day, when I walked into my room, a cloud of red suddenly jumped into my sight. When I walked in, it turned out to be a bunch of red scarves, and I was puzzled. At this time, my mother came up to me and said:

Jiejie, this is the red scarf you usually throw away at random, your mother has brought them out, you can tidy them up. "I'm wearing the red scarf piece by piece, wow! There were eleven pieces.

Looking at these red scarves in front of me, scenes from the past appeared in front of my eyes.

I remember when I first became a Young Pioneer, the teacher solemnly gave each of us a red scarf. Ah, the first time I wore this bright red scarf, not to mention how proud I was! Again and again, he stroked the red scarf on his chest, his face was filled with great happiness, and he walked like a proud rooster in a fairy tale, with his toes high.

But I have a bad habit of losing everything. Once at school, I was about to take out a red scarf from my school bag. What should I do if I don't bring a red scarf?

I immediately bought one from the small store. How can this happen more than once? Usually, I don't want to wash the red scarf when it's dirty, but I always like new things.

Buying a new piece is not convenient and clean. Day after day, year after year, just like that, there were more and more red scarves.

Eleven is an ordinary number, just like the eleven spring and autumn I have walked through ordinarily, but it has a great impact on my heart. These eleven red scarves have witnessed my bad habit of losing everything, and at the same time, I have inadvertently wasted my parents' hard work and sweat. I was ashamed, my face was as red as a red scarf, and my eyes were moistening ......

Gentle mind.

gently, add some color to the canvas of your life; May life no longer be dull and pale; Gently, forget the tedious thoughts in yesterday, and may the mood be relaxed today; Gently, put your heart to sleep, and may the curious dreams fly freely; Gently, pick up a fallen leaf, may it be reborn in the next spring; Gently, let go of the dreams in your heart, and are willing to realize them one by one through your own efforts in the future!

Invisible pressure often makes me feel breathless, and a soul also has a carrying capacity. However, because of stress, I can learn to eliminate stress, so my life will be colorful.

This is realized in every quiet morning.

In the past, I always felt that life was boring, and I had to do the same thing over and over again every day, which made me feel that ah--- really tired, why should every child have so much pressure?

One mechanical evening, after a good meal, my mother asked me to go to study again. Maybe it was because the pressure was too much, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and finally I said something that had been buried in my heart for a long time: "Mom!

Don't you think it's too much? I'm just a kid and want to be free! You want me to be good!

But if you force me all day long, sooner or later I won't be able to bear it! ”。Mom was obviously surprised when she heard this, and she didn't respond for a long time.

I said again: "Is it useful to cramm!!With that, I ran to my room and slammed the door shut.

I didn't turn on the light, I just hid in the quilt and cried, crying and crying and falling asleep...

I woke up early the next day, and I stood alone in front of the window, looking at the newly lit sky and thinking: What should I do as a Chinese? Contribute to the Motherland.

How to contribute? Make good money. How to make money?

How to get a good job? Study hard and study hard! Right!

That's it, now I can understand my mother's feelings, I want to study hard!

The sky cleared, I packed my clothes and went to school in a happy mood.

This is what I learned every morning: stress makes people grow. It will teach people to eliminate stress. Facing the world with a sincere attitude every day, you will find the difference that the world brings you1

Gentle heart ...

Discoveries in the ordinary.

Beauty is not a great patent, in the ordinary, there can be a different kind of beauty.

In the hustle and bustle of the city, people come and go, and no one will notice that on the side of the road, a small piece of bread is quietly moving. When I looked closely, I saw that a group of small ants were working hard to carry the small bread cube. They are fearless in the face of "behemoths" dozens of times larger than themselves, they only know that there are many ants in the nest in front of them that need to be nurtured.

The nest is a place with a clear division of labor, and since they have become ants in search of food, they have to take on this great responsibility. They are so ordinary that they can't even stand out in a small nest. They use their sweat to nourish all the ants in the nest, although they are ordinary, but they have the beauty of courage to take responsibility.

In the silent desert, sparsely populated, no one would know that on the Gobi, rows of poplar trees are swaying in the wind. It was the aspen tree that obscured and guarded the borders of the Motherland. They are not afraid of the wind and sand of the desert, but face the wind and sand to contend with it, they are maintaining the security of the motherland, they are the fighters guarding the front line of the motherland's borders!

Their branches and leaves stand upward, showing their spirit of striving for progress. They don't have to be tall, but every inch they grow taller is formed over time. They use their bodies to guard the borders of the motherland and show the Chinese spirit to the world with their own spirit!

They may be ordinary, but they have a strong and unyielding beauty.

In the middle of nowhere, there are only small houses in the middle of nowhere. Halfway up the mountainside, there is an elementary school with the sound of reading aloud. Here, perhaps, there are only a few teachers, teaching a dozen children.

How children yearn for the world beyond the mountains, but they only long. On the land of the motherland, there are countless such schools. The teachers are volunteers from all over the country, and many of them have given up their life in the city and their high-paying careers just to come to the mountain villages and bring knowledge to more children.

Their names are village teachers, and they have sprinkled their sweat on the podium of the mountain village school, and they have dedicated their youth to the future of the children in the mountain village. One after another, the children of the mountain villages walked out of the mountain villages and went to the city; A college student walked into a mountain village and left the city. Everyone has their own ideals, and the ideals of rural teachers are exceptionally great!

Although they are ordinary, they have the beauty of dedication.

We are all ordinary, but we are all beautiful. In the ordinary, there can be a different kind of beauty!