Let the truth flow naturally, 600 words essay 600 words 10 essays

Everyone has done something that makes them feel guilty, and of course I am no exception. I've done things that make me feel guilty, and that's something I can't forget, and I really want to say "I'm sorry" to her.

Early that morning, it began to rain in the sky. My father's unit needed to go to work early because of something, so he sent me to school early. Dad first asked me to have breakfast at a breakfast shop near the school.

Dropped me off at the breakfast shop and ordered me breakfast. Because it was raining in the sky, there were a lot of people eating at the ordering restaurant, and the owner was busy. I casually found a seat and sat down, the breakfast food was very rich and cheap, I finally came up early, Dad looked at the watch, he was almost late, so he hurried away.

Oh no, Dad forgot the money for my breakfast. "What should I do? As soon as I was smart, I thought of the practice of evading orders, and I thought, anyway, it's only three or five yuan, it's fine.

Besides, there are so many people here, and the boss will not be able to remember who gave and who did not. I hurried out, and halfway through the run, I realized that my umbrella had been thrown into the breakfast shop. My heart was so uneasy that I started to play a small drum in my heart.

What to do? Can you go back or not? If you go back, if the boss finds out that you didn't give money, wouldn't it be miserable.

However, the weather forecast says there will be rain on the day today. Won't I be a soup chicken this day? I'd better run back and get my umbrella.

When I arrived at the door of the store, I saw the boss holding my umbrella and shouted, "Whose umbrella is this?" "I ran over and saw the proprietress holding the umbrella with paper to prevent the umbrella from staining her hands, and the proprietress asked me if this was my umbrella?

I nodded, and the hostess gave me back the umbrella. The proprietress still didn't find out about my evasion. But I still feel very bad in my heart, as if I have lost something.

I don't know what it is, but when I walked into the school and saw the word "morality" posted on the classroom wall, I knew it, but it didn't work now. Whenever I pass by the breakfast shop there. I would walk by with my head bowed, and I felt very uncomfortable, which seemed to be a way for me to admit my mistakes.

The mood also became depressed.

It's gone, but I'm still not going to go. I have learned that even if other people's things are not valuable, do not run away from your own conscience. In that way, even if others do not know, their own morality and conscience will not be able to pass. Everybody does what I do, and how do they do business.

Sweet failure.

The sports day started, and I sat on the radio station and watched the game while broadcasting! Lo and behold, we won one award after another in one class, and I couldn't help but feel a little fluttering.

Our class and class 3 were very close in terms of overall scores, and finally the decisive relay race began! I ran to the stands to cheer on our class. "Shattered—" The starting gun went off, and I immediately craned my neck lest I leave any of myself behind.

Detail. It's close! It's close!

Hey, why is it Zhu Ming from the third class who is leading? It doesn't matter, Wu Shuai followed closely and said, "Follow me!" When it was time to hand over the baton, my heart hung and I tightened my grip on the railing ......Wu Shuai clenched the baton and rushed forward.

Maybe he was too nervous, maybe he was running too fast, oh my God, Wu Shuai made a mistake when he handed over the bat!

Oops, our class is a big cut behind. It doesn't matter, there is still hope to win until the end. It was time for Liu Hao to run, he quickly took the baton and immediately ran forward.

Interestingly, he screamed while running, and I couldn't help but laugh, but the smile immediately froze at the corner of my mouth. Alas, our class is still far from the first place, who can still be happy!

But no matter how fast we ran, we were always a little bit behind, and my heart hung higher, and I couldn't take my eyes off the ...... of my classmates who were still running the track

I tightened my grip on the railing again. Suddenly, there was a cheer, and I looked intently, it was the third class of students cheering and jumping. The loss instantly filled my heart, sweeping away the joy that had once been without a trace.

The third class is the ultimate champion! After the race, I stared straight at the track and stood there ...... dumbfounded

Back in the classroom, the students all had disappointed expressions, and then the head teacher said earnestly: "Students, we lost!" However, losing once doesn't mean losing forever. As long as we don't give up, we will definitely get good results next time......”

Yes, losing once doesn't mean losing forever. From the **fall, just get up from**, start again, even if there will be wind and rain and ups and downs, but what is it even if.

With confidence, with courage, if you fail, it is also sweet!

It was a crisp autumn Sunday, and I was lying on the windowsill and saw the red leaves falling from the sky; It's beautiful! I clamored to go to the park, and my mom agreed. Took me to the bus, and when I dug into my pocket and found that I didn't have change, I suddenly remembered that I had brought one yuan, and I was about to put the money in the box, and suddenly remembered that I only had one yuan, and retracted my hand.

My mother pulled me and was about to get out of the car, when suddenly an old man's hoarse voice came from the car, he stopped me, took out a yuan from his pocket and slowly stood up and handed me the money, I said, "Thank you." "I put the two dollars into the box together, and at that moment I saw the old man smiling, and that amiable smile was deeply reflected in my mind.

Then the silence on the bus was broken, and a middle-aged woman muttered: "I have to pay for the old man to take the bus, I think I don't want to pay." When I heard this, my face turned red.

The old man tugged at the edge of his mother's clothes and said, "Can you lend me your mobile phone and call home?" The mother quickly handed the phone to the old man, and the car was quiet again.

After getting out of the car, my mother turned on her mobile phone and wanted to see the ** number of the old man's house, it turned out to be three zeros, and we realized that the old man didn't want to call home, he just wanted to solve the siege for us.

It's been a long time since I think about it, but every time I think about it, my heart is always warm. No one has this small dollar in his pocket, but only this old man gave this yuan to others, and the old man gave his true feelings to others.

Because my parents were going out for a few days, they sent me to my uncle's house again.

When I drove to the door of my uncle's community, I saw an image of an old man and a person who appeared to be her granddaughter sitting in a small corner.

, the two of them should be beggars living on the streets.

I think they're here to beg for money, so I don't think so.

When I got home, my uncle's house was not on the third floor, and I came to my bedroom, and I could see the two people in the corner through the window. I watched.

After a few glances, I didn't pay much attention to it and left.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, when I was about to go to bed, I looked out the window again, and the two were still there. I thought to myself, they should be gone, so I lay down.

Come on, sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, opened the curtains, and they were still there! I didn't think much of it and fell asleep again.

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing that came to my mind was: Are they still there? I put on my glasses and looked out the window, and they seemed to be huddled on the side of the road.

Slept on the sack he picked up, covered with a few thin sheets of newspaper. At that moment, my eyes were a little moist, and I felt that there was still a lot of life in the world.

Good life. I immediately got out of bed and changed my clothes. Ask your uncle, "Do you have any old quilts?""The uncle said, "I'll get it for you." "I went and got a few more pieces.

The little bread went down with the quilt in his arms.

I came up to them and handed them the quilt and bread, and they were not polite, but smiled and said to me, "Thank you!"Thank you, good Samaritan! ”

When I went back, my uncle asked me:"What did you just do?"I smiled and said: . .I went to do a good deed!”

When the passage of time and the cycle of time are not traced, you will suddenly look back and find that there is one thing that always remains in your heart, and that is - golden toon cake.

Taking advantage of the holiday time, my father took our family to Grandpa's house in Ningxiang to stay for a few days. There were a lot of "new" things there that I hadn't seen, played, or tasted. Suddenly, my curiosity and playfulness all ran out.

So, my grandfather took me to play with rolling iron wheels, throwing mud, hopscotch ......Play like a wild doll.

But as the saying goes: people are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. After playing for a long time, I always know that I am hungry, but I am very dire about eating, and I don't like to eat light, but I prefer to eat fried spring rolls.

I asked my grandfather if he had ever eaten spring rolls? He said: "Spring rolls or something, grandpa doesn't have this blessing to eat."

But your grandmother's toon cake is one of the best among us. ”

Toon cake? I licked my lips, "Is it delicious?" ”

Isn't that true? Grandpa said, and pointed to the toon tree in the middle of the yard, "Every time your grandmother makes toon cakes, she has to climb up that tree and pick leaves to make cakes. ”

I imagined the texture and taste of the toon cakes, and said to myself, "It would be nice to be able to eat the cakes made by my grandmother!" What I didn't expect was that the words I said casually had been remembered by my grandfather.

The next day, early in the morning, we had to rush home. The car started slowly, and at this time, grandpa hurriedly ran over, still holding a **fried golden** cake in his hand. He carefully handed the cake through the window, "This is a toon cake, grandpa heard that you want to eat it, so I asked grandma to make it for you, if you think it is delicious, come and eat it next time......Looking at the golden, bulging cake, tears unconsciously rolled in his eyes.

These cakes are all made by grandparents who worked hard to climb the tree to pick leaves, and rushed to make them overnight!

I smell the fragrant toon cake, this is a cake, that is the love of my grandparents for me!