Warm moment 800 words exam essay, kneel and beg

A warm moment At that moment, I discovered: it turns out that the mother's love in the world is shining like crystal.

- Inscription. After the big and small tests held by the teachers of various subjects, I finally returned home exhausted, and was greeted by a smile on my mother's face, she threw herself at me with open hands, I just said hello as usual, and returned to the house, and when the door was closed, I saw my mother's lonely figure.

The door squeaked open, and my mother came in with a plate of delicate cherries, she stood beside me, picked a very beautiful cherry, and put it to my mouth, I shook my head and said lightly: "Put it down first, I'll eat it later." The mother's prophecy came to an end.

I went out lonely and lost, and the door squeaked again, and I said impatiently: "Mom, I'm doing my homework, don't go in and out." When she turned around, she saw her mother's surprised eyes, and there seemed to be a kind of sadness in the depths of those eyes, and her mother quietly withdrew again, and there was no movement at the door.

I turned my head and saw the plate of sparkling cherries, with a few drops of water on it, and then glittering, and I realized that I had gone too far. At this time, the father's scolding voice came from outside the door: "The child is studying, why do you keep bothering her!"

Who knew that the mother actually said with a crying voice: "The child is so tired, can't I even look at it as a mother?" Even if I was asked to hug my child, I would be content!

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart: every time my mother entered my house, just to take a look at her hard-working child, the cherries represented her fiery heart for her daughter, and when she entered the door, she opened her hands to hug her daughter, who was already half a head taller than her.

I opened the door and let it squeak, and I strode over to my mother, where I hugged her resolutely and gently. I distinctly felt her tremble a little, and I distinctly felt a never-ending warm current, flowing gently in my mother's blood. It flowed in the air, spread, flowed all the way into my body, melted into my heart, warm.

I hope that --- this moment can --- eternity.

At this moment, I discovered: it turns out that the mother's love in the world is shining like crystal.

At that moment, I realized that the mother's love in the world was shining like crystal. After the tests held by the teachers of various subjects, I finally returned home exhausted, and was greeted by a smile on my mother's face, she threw herself at me with open hands, I just said hello as usual and returned to the house, and when I closed the door, I saw my mother's lonely figure. The door squeaked open, and my mother came in with a plate of delicate cherries, she stood beside me, picked a very beautiful cherry, and put it to my mouth, I shook my head and said lightly

Put it down first, I'll eat it later. Mother stopped talking. Lonely and lost, I went out, and the door "creaked" again.

I said impatiently, "Mom, I'm doing my homework, don't go in and out." When he turned around, he saw his mother's surprised eyes, and there seemed to be a kind of sadness in the depths of those eyes.

Mother quietly retreated again, and there was no movement at the door.

I turned my head to see the plate of sparkling cherries, with a few drops of water glittering on it. I realized I was going too far. At this time, the sound of my father's scolding came from outside the door

The child is studying, why do you keep bothering her! Who knew that the mother actually said with a crying voice: "The child is so tired, can't I look at it as a mother?"

Even if I want to hug the child.

And I will be content! ”

I couldn't help but tremble in my heart: every time my mother entered my house, just to take a look at her hard-working child, the cherries represented her fiery heart for her daughter, and when she entered the door, she opened her hands to hug her daughter, who was already half a head taller than her.

I opened the door, let it squeak, I walked over to my mother, hugged her gently, I clearly felt her tremble a little, I clearly felt a never-ending warm current, tenderly flowing in my mother's blood. It spreads in the air, it flows, it flows into my body, it melts into my heart, it warms.

I hope that --- this moment can --- eternity.

At this moment, I found that the mother's love in the world was shining like crystal.

In the days of welcoming the beginning of the small ascension.

It was written on the blackboard: There are 10 days left until the exam. Students live in a tense air all day long, and "licorice", "chrysanthemum", and "sun god" are popular on campus in June, as we approach graduation.

Approaching graduation means that you are about to face an exam, and everyone has no time to be sentimental, because life needs us to struggle and struggle! However, I was disheartened and planted in the shadow of failing the exam. When I received the thin report card from the teacher, my enthusiasm suddenly dropped to zero.

After a month of hard fighting, only such a result was obtained, which was too unexpected. I smiled numbly and bitterly, recalling the bits and pieces of the past: for me to be such a "key", my mother got up early every day and worked late to cook for me and design recipes; My father insisted on sitting at the table every night to "accompany the reading"; Relatives and friends who are far away call ** every now and then, and write letters to take care of my studies and health; For a question I didn't understand, the teacher often spent his rest time to help me analyze and explain carefully; My classmate kindly moved my seat with me, fearing that I would pull down my homework ...... because of myopiaThey have given so much, but I have repaid them with such results, I am a little embarrassed.

But it's not like I don't work hard! How many cold nights, under that lonely lamp, there is a figure of me reading hard. Thinking of this, my tears couldn't help but roll down with grievances.

What's wrong? The teacher looked at me kindly. "I felt very uncomfortable when I did a bad test, didn't I?

I nodded slightly. "The teacher knows you've done your best. Just now, I analyzed your exam paper, you have to remember:

Success or failure belongs to the past, and the key is to grasp the ...... tomorrow"The teacher slowly enlightened me, and my enthusiasm filled my heart little by little. Walking into the classroom and reopening the book, a note slipped quietly: "Don't be discouraged, show confidence and courage, everything will be fine" At the checkout was a long list of signatures from classmates.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and smiled as I reviewed. I'm a strong person, and I can't let down the people who care about me!

In the days of the final exam, I was accompanied by "licorice", "chrysanthemum" and "sun god", and I was still studying hard under the lonely lamp. Behind me, with the teachers, classmates, parents, relatives and friends who fully support me, I will live up to expectations and stubbornly sprint towards the "finish line".

Today is September 7th, and Teacher's Day will be in three days, what should I give to the teacher? Doesn't the teacher often say, "Good grades, good performance, and good homework writing are the best gifts for teachers!"

So I thought that I must repay the teacher's cultivation with excellent grades this semester, and at this time, my throat hurts, which reminds me of what happened in the fifth grade.

Our Chinese teacher Zhang Xuemei has a bad voice and often coughs, but sometimes, our small talk is too loud, and the teacher has to say loudly if he wants us to stop talking small talk: "Stop!" After a few classes, my throat slowly became painful, and as time passed, my throat became a little hoarse.

We know that the teacher doesn't have a good voice and can't give a good class, because there are sixty-four people in our class, if we don't speak loudly, the students behind will not hear, they will not learn well, and they will not be able to take the exam.

6. Going to the doctor on Sundays and attending classes every day with illness is a spirit of dedication that is worth learning from all of us when we grow up!

Teacher, your care is like a warm spring breeze that warms our hearts, and you use your hard work to nurture the young seedlings that have just broken through the soil in spring. The students in our class will repay the teacher with good grades, and everyone takes every class seriously and does not talk about small words every day, so that Mr. Zhang will not have a sore throat from now on!

When I was very young, my mother took me by the hand and taught me to walk. Since then, my mother has held my hand and walked through vulnerability, failure, and the vicissitudes of time. When I was 7 years old, my mother took me by the hand and accompanied me into the palace of knowledge.

When her big warm hands took my little hand, the feeling of happiness completely overwhelmed me. It was in this hand-holding that my mother poured selfless love into my life. So, I would find all kinds of reasons for my mother to lead me and enjoy the warm moment.

The rings of time fly away. Before I knew it, I had grown up, and I really never walked hand in hand with my mother again. Walking alone on the streets, I occasionally think of my mother and the bits and pieces of my childhood, but I rarely think of the years spent holding hands with my mother.

Until one day, when I saw a young mother holding a toddler girl, my heart suddenly trembled, and I couldn't help but burst into tears, and in the tears, I had the urge to go home and let my mother hold her hand again. When I got home, my mother was doing housework, and I was sitting on the sofa and looking at my mother with her cheeks in a daze. I walked over, took my mother's hand, and said softly:

Mom, let's go out for a walk. Mom looked a little surprised, but happily walked out of the house with me. It's still the familiar path, it's still the mother and daughter of the year, and the mother's hand is as warm as before, but I can't feel white?

Soft, her hands became swarthy and rough. A thick cocoon formed in the hand. Holding my mother's hand, I touched the vicissitudes of her life for most of her life.

In the sunset, a mother and daughter gradually moved away, she held her hand, did not say a word to each other, she and she just smiled, sometimes lowered their heads, and just walked forward ...... wayIf it's useful, encourage me.

Warmth is an indispensable thing in life, and everyone will feel great affection like this! I'm going to talk about something that happened to me when I was 6 years old that I'll never forget! Let me tell you about it! Don't laugh, everyone.

That year, my father went on a business trip to negotiate a contract with the boss of another company, and gave birth to me and my mother, and my mother asked me what to eat, and I said that I hadn't been to see my grandmother for a long time, so let's go to grandma's house tonight! While looking at grandma and grandpa! Mom said yes!

I called my grandmother, not to mention how happy my grandmother was, and said that she wanted to make dumplings for us to eat! I went to my grandmother's house happily!

The summer sky is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said! After dinner, I played with my mother at my grandmother's house for a while, and it rained heavily after a while, and my mother came by bicycle, so I asked my grandmother to help us find a few raincoats, and my grandmother rummaged through the cabinets, only to find 1 piece, and my grandmother said: If not, don't leave tonight, stay at my house for one night!

I was secretly happy in my heart, so I fanned the wind and said to my mother: Here it is! I haven't stayed at my grandmother's house for n days!

My mother wanted to do the same, but my mother said to me, "Tomorrow morning your aunt and your brother will come to our house, and we will go to buy clothes!"

Mom came up with a brilliant idea! Mom poured her clothes upside down so that she wouldn't let Yulin get to me.

Grandma's face is still a little uneasy about this! Mom said: Mom no, when I was a child, I used to do this when I was a team worker, and I often took my sister home like this!

In this way, grandma still has a look of unease on her face! Mom got up very fast! At the intersection where I was about to get home, her clothes were very wet, and I was afraid that my mother would catch a cold!

When I got home, my mother immediately anxiously asked: Did you get drenched! I said:

Mom, change your clothes! Your clothes are soaking wet! Mom said no.

I'll change it, you go boil some water, wait for us to get some ginger soup to drink, I'll go boil water immediately, mom is there to change clothes! This is when I finally feel the words in the book! Mother's love is invincible.

I learned that warmth is indispensable for everyone! There is a lot of love around us! It's just that we don't feel this love.