The topic of the essay in the second year of junior high school is That time, I understood.

That time, I learned to share].

It's sad to share the joy alone. On the road of life, it is impossible to successfully complete it on your own. Even if there is, it is very rare, and that kind of life is not wonderful and perfect.

I'm a straight person, I don't know how to interact with others, I just think friendship is ordinary. But, that time, I understood ......

It was the day I came to report from school, and I decided not to bring an umbrella because the sun was still smiling brightly. Unexpectedly, there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and the sky suddenly gloomy with a gloomy face, suddenly. A sharp bolt of lightning appeared in the air, roaring with the thunder.

Luckily, I got to school. Suddenly, the rain fell in large flanks, and I sat in front of the window. Looking at the playground, the rain still falls on my face from time to time, how can I get home?

When I was most anxious, Ni appeared: "It's raining so hard, you'd better wait first, right?" "But, but the rain won't stop for a while!

I felt very helpless. "Why don't I lend you my umbrella? The smile on Ni's face remained the same, as if she was a happy little angel, and no difficulties could stop her.

What about you? What are you going to do? I asked.

She smiled again and said, "It's okay, my house is close to the school." Besides, it's not bad to get drenched in the rain and take a cold shower.

With that, she pushed the umbrella in her hand to me. But I can't be so selfish, I thought to myself: no, I don't agree!

He pushed the umbrella back again. "Then I'll borrow an umbrella for you, and you wait for me. After saying that, she was a child, and disappeared like an instant evaporation from the world, without waiting for me her:

No need. After a long time, Ni came back dejected, "I didn't borrow it, they all had to use it, and I didn't have any more." "It's okay, I expected it. It's not early, I'm going back, bye!

But the rain was still falling. "Nila stopped me. "No, as you say, 'take a cold shower'.

When she got home, Ni called ** over, "Are you home?" When you get home, go take a shower so that you don't catch a cold. "Okay. "Hang up**, a warm current swells up in my heart.

That time, I really got it.

Colorful flowers, they have received the baptism of sunshine, the moisture of drizzle, and paid their graceful faces to decorate the world; The tall and majestic trees, they have received the watering of the people, the blessings of the birds, and the grace of their own towering greenery to repay the benefactor; The babbling streams, they accept the gift of rain, the dance of fish, and give their sweet and clear blood to thank for creating ......

Stopping by the stream, watching the stream flow, the gurgling sound seemed to reproach me; Looking at the swaying green trees, the tall body seems to despise me; Wildflowers everywhere, but the first smiling face seemed to be laughing at me. Hanging my head, I was confused. The sleepy memories flashed back again.

My mother was sick, it was arthritis for many years, her haggard face looked lifeless, and the occasional pain was always accompanied by the twitching back and forth of the corners of her mouth. But I still "sat firmly on Mount Tai" and watched the cartoon with satisfaction, and the loud sound made me forget about my mother's pain.

！During the advertising phase, I finally faintly heard my mother's weak cry. I didn't get tired of walking up to my mother and pouting, the boss upset.

Pour me a glass of water. Reluctantly, I grabbed a cup for my mother and quickly slipped over to the TV. Just as I was fascinated, my mother was calling again, and I walked into the bedroom in a rage, and shouted at my sick mother

What's the matter, are you annoyed? My mother was immediately stunned by this cry, and I saw her huge tears rolling down, and her pale face became more and more ugly. My throat was on fire, and I couldn't say a word, and I hesitantly took the cup.

At first glance, it was water, a cup full of pecans, which my mother had prepared for me, and it had taken her a whole afternoon of ......

Thinking back to my mother's kindness and mother's love, I am ashamed of how little I have paid. Growing up, my mother's smile was her encouragement for me, a lunch was her sweat for me, and even a slap on my face was the pain she paid for me. For more than ten years, I only know how to accept, and I have never thought about the hard work.

That time, I understood, I understood that life that only accepts is pale and powerless, and those who only accept are cowardly and incompetent.

I went to the flower shop and I wanted my mother to see the most gorgeous roses. Looking at the countless competing flowers, I chose a flower seed, I want to use my own sweat to raise the most beautiful flowers, with love to pour. This is what I should pay!

Comment: This essay has the air of prose, reflecting my disrespect through an inconspicuous little thing, in which the author tries his best to belittle himself, and describes my and my mother's demeanor in great detail. Finally, the flower is used as a metaphor to reflect the philosophy of life, the meaning is profound, and it is an excellent article!!

I feel like you'd better write it yourself.

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone is indispensable to come into contact with composition, which is a kind of verbal activity with a high degree of comprehensiveness and creativity. I'm sure many people find it difficult to write essays, but here's the one I carefully sorted out and I understood ......Essay, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy it.

The sun was shining and the sky was cloudless, and it was a good day to play basketball.

When I got to the playground, I hurried to find a team, and luckily I was with a strong team, and I didn't know anything. I've always been confident in my skills. At the beginning, I lunged up with a lunge and did a few dazzling tricks before getting ready for the layup.

I made a jump, then a nudge, and the ball made a perfect parabola and went into the hoop with unmistakable accuracy.

With my first throw, I was a little proud, not only did I not listen to my teammates' reminders, but I also wanted to repeat the old tricks and achieve better results. How could the other party not be vigilant because of the last point loss? How could it be so easy for me to score again?

I was so careless! They arranged for a player to follow me silently, and then they saw that the moment I was about to score a goal, paused, stretched out his arm, and poured the ball in his hand! The ball is lost!

Immediately afterwards they organized a powerful attack, and watching their troops continue to advance towards our position, I was extremely nervous, for fear that I would lose my position and lose face. I rushed to defend and told my teammates to grab the ball. The teammates looked at each other, cooperated tacitly, and defended them to the death, without giving them the slightest chance!

After this competition, I understood the importance of unity. As the saying goes, "The flame is high when everyone gathers firewood." "In reality, the power of the individual is limited, and only when a person stands closely with the collective can he have strong support.

What is seriousness? How serious is it? Growing up, I was always thinking about such a seemingly naïve question.

Teachers often say, "To be a person, you have to be serious, no matter what you do, you have to be serious." Only when you are serious can you do a good job, just like driving, if you don't drive seriously, what will be the result?

But what if you're serious? This is the difference between being serious and not being serious, and I hope that everyone can do everything seriously. "But how serious?

We often wander and often can't control ourselves, how can we keep ourselves in the line of "seriousness"?

Finally, after the exam, the transcript was sent down, and the red number "100" on the exam paper was issued. When I went back, I told my mother the good news, and she smiled and said, "Do you know why you can take the 100 exam?"

Because you have done this exam paper seriously, unlike before, you made a mistake here and a question there, and the result was caused by carelessness. "Oh, I see, that's what it feels like to be serious.

I realized the meaning of seriousness, seriousness, that is, full concentration and concentration. Seriously, there will be gains!

Mother's love is a wisp of flowers in spring; Mother's love is a fresh breeze in summer; Mother's love is a glimmer of harvest in autumn; Mother's love is the warm sunshine in winter. That time, I finally understood mother's love!

That time, my math unit exam paper came down. Looking at the dazzling scores on the exam papers, my mother will definitely count me down when I go back.

It was a hot noon. I came home dejected, and as soon as I entered the door, I said to my mother listlessly: "Mom, my math unit test paper has been sent down, and the exam... Kao...

It's hard to finish a sentence. There was a sound of five thunderbolts in my ears: "What's the matter, you have never been below 90 in mathematics before, you can explain it to me well."

I was in a bad mood, but after my mother's counting, my heart was even more angry, so I put all the fire on my mother's body, turned my face and shouted menacingly: "How can you be like this, only ask me about my grades, and don't care about my daughter!" Hum!

As soon as the bag was thrown, he sulked on the sofa. My mother turned her head and scolded me: "I raised you for nothing, I care about you, how can you scold my mother like this?"

Why can't you understand Mom? Didn't I work so hard just to get you into a better school? Didn't you want to have a good future?

How do you think mom is that kind of person? "I was stunned, my mother raised me with hard work, didn't I just want to work as hard as my mother in the future and have an easy job? Why don't I understand my mother's good intentions?

Tears flowed down my eyes and fell on my mother, feeling guilty and sorry for what I had just said. At this moment, I finally understood the great mother's love, I will definitely cherish this mother's love, Mom, I love you!

At that moment, I finally understood mother's love!

It was a simple game, but it stuck with me.

I vividly remember that summer, the cicadas, still singing stubbornly, and the weather was so hot. There was an unsettling smell in the air.

The teacher asked us to write down our five favorite people on a piece of paper. It sounds simple, but I'm hovering over the names. Is that him?

Is that her? At the urging of my teacher, I almost reluctantly wrote down my thoughtful five words - Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle. "Cross out a name, kids, it means he never existed.

The teacher's voice, which usually sounded gentle and kind, now sounded as hard and cold as iron.

When my pen stops in front of the names, the past rushes to my heart like a tidal wave. If it's crossed, it doesn't exist? So where are those happy memories in my heart?

I want to cry. My pen fell, like a cruel executioner, mercilessly, with a knife falling in my hands. I crossed out my grandfather.

The moment I put down the pen, my heart trembled, and in front of my eyes, my grandfather's loving smile ...... appeared"Now, let's row one more! The teacher's voice rang out again mercilessly.

No, don't! Now I realize that everyone around me is so difficult to let go, I can't live without you! The tip of the pen wandered in front of one name after another, and tears, at some point, crawled all over the face.

Sobbs rang out in the classroom. I sobbed quietly and chose grandma. The moment I put pen to paper, I felt as if I was back in my grandmother's warm embrace ......

Tears flowed into the mouth, salty, and it was the tide of feelings. There was a sudden emptiness in my heart.

No one continues anymore, no one dares to continue anymore. Me too, I'm afraid of losing. When I crossed out these names, it was as if I had crossed out my happiness, my love, and the meaning of my life.

In the classroom, there was a terrible silence, but the teacher's merciless voice continued: "Don't stop, this is what you must face!" ”

Yes, we have been in this game since birth, and sooner or later we will have to face the loss of our loved ones. But at this point, I was in tears and no longer put pen to paper. I want to cherish every word I have, just as I cherish every loved one they represent.

Maybe that's what the teacher wants to tell us through this game.

The essay should be written by oneself and cannot be plagiarized from others.