Essay love life 380 words about 15

Today, I read the famous book by the famous writer Hans Christian Andersen, "The Little Match Girl", the tragic story of a little girl who sells matches for a living, but freezes to death on the street. My tears have already dripped down my cheeks and onto my hands, and I have dripped onto my books. What a poor little girl!

My originally peaceful heart lake was thrown into a big rock, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

It's a heartfelt story. A dark and cold Chinese New Year's Eve should be a happy day for every family to reunite, and this little girl walks barefoot on the street, doesn't she want to sit in a warm home with her family? No, it was her father who told her to sell matches, and she was not allowed to go home without selling all the matches.

Even if you go home, isn't it the same cold at home? What a poor little girl! I wish you could be with me!

Closing the book, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought, compared with this little girl: I live happily, have a superior learning environment, eat and dress well, and my parents will buy me whatever they like, and they simply treat me as a little princess. And me?

I never took these things seriously, and sometimes I would lose my temper and be coquettish, making them so angry that they were red-faced, let alone taking it to heart. Compared to the little girl, it is a world of difference.

In the future, I must study hard and be a little girl who cherishes a good life. Tomorrow, I will use my knowledge and my actions to repay my parents and the motherland, so that all children can live a happy and beautiful life!

What is life I probably wouldn't have thought about it a few years ago. As I grew up and gained more knowledge, I gradually understood that life is small, just like a grain of golden sand in the sea, which is not at all inconspicuous; Life is also great, like a bright pearl of the night, incomparably precious.

Therefore, we are to love life.

Speaking of life, I have to mention my mother. Because my parents gave me my life. But Mom is a strange person.

In my approach to education, I was always different: whenever I accidentally broke or broke somewhere in my body while trying to play, I had to apologize to my mother. It's a habit that I cultivated from a young age.

At first I was reluctant, but when I experienced what happened a few days ago, I realized it deeply.

It was an afternoon without classes, and I was happily walking on the way to the "small dining table" when suddenly a classmate ran up from behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, and called my name. I thought he was teasing me, so I didn't hesitate to chase him and "salute" him without thinking. Then the two of us went hand-to-hand, punching and kicking each other.

When we arrived at the "small dining table", we did not "stop fighting", he picked up the "water gun", and I picked up the water bottle ......Neither of us listened to my aunt's dissuasion and preaching. Just as I was picking up something, the water bottle in the other person's hand slammed into my head. Something unexpected happened, the bottle full of water combined with too much force fell on my head, and the blood flowed down my forehead like water that had opened the floodgates.

We were both terrified, and everyone present was stunned. I clutched my bleeding head, terrified. Because I had never seen anyone shed so much blood, I thought childishly at the time

I'm done now. "Get to the hospital!" "I don't know who broke the terrible silence.

I was taken to the hospital by my classmates' parents and aunt, and the doctor stitched my wound. It's an injection, it's a medicine, and it's a CT. It was originally a quiet noon, but it was made a mess.

I regret it very much, if we could have controlled it a little bit at the time, if we had listened to the dissuasion of the adults, if only we had ......Now my mother will definitely not be able to work with peace of mind.

When my mom saw me after work, I was already bandaged like a seriously wounded soldier who had just come down from the battlefield. Seeing my mother's concerned eyes and listening to her serious words, I lowered my head in shame and said from the bottom of my heart more than every time: "Mom, I'm sorry!" ”

Through this incident, I deeply understood the fragility of life, which is as fragile as thin ice, and also made me understand that we should love it as we love our eyes. Only in this way can we love our family, our country, and the world! Love life, let us use our short life to try to paint a gorgeous and colorful picture!

In the world, many animals and plants love life, even a small ant.

One day, I was playing with toys on the coffee table at home. Suddenly, I saw a small ant crawling on the coffee table. I had a bad idea:

Throw the ant into the water bottle to make a whirlpool, and it will definitely drown. So, I found a mineral water bottle. When I was about to catch an ant, I thought, what if I accidentally scratch it hard?

I figured out a way to get a small piece of paper for the ants to climb up on their own, and then fell into the water bottle. Sure enough, I succeeded, and the ant fell into the water bottle. I started doing whirlpools.

I rotated my right hand hard, and a big whirlpool was made, and I made several whirlpools in a row, and when I saw the ants spinning around in the bottle, I shook the bottle again, opened the cap, and used chopsticks to get the ants out and put them on the coffee table. At first, the ant was motionless, and I thought it was dead. Unexpectedly, after a while, it moved slowly, and it didn't die!

And it didn't take long for it to be as energetic as before, as if nothing had happened, running around on the coffee table. I thought it was strange, so I put it in the bottle again, shook it for a long time, and swirled many times. I guess it's dead now.

Who knows, after releasing the ant, it is not dead, and it can still crawl around. Ants, such inconspicuous insects, have such tenacious lives. I was touched by its life-loving spirit and couldn't help but let it go.

I also decided that I would never harm insects, including ants, again, because they also have their lives.

Little ants cherish their lives so much and don't waste their lives in vain, so what about us humans? Why can't it be like ants? Why do some people waste their lives to sin?

I decided that I must cherish life. There is only one life, and if it is gone, it is gone.

I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is the horizon, all that is left for the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Essays, well, writing by yourself is the best.

The above is a good poem.

Hope it helps.

Day after day, year after year, time passes so slowly, our lives are shrinking little by little, we must cherish life, how precious life is. Life is not important in the eyes of some people, such as those who take drugs, they take drugs and do not think that their lives are falling, which is a contempt and bullying of life. They are not worthy of the life given to them by their parents, which is also disrespectful to their parents; And life is so precious in the eyes of some people, such as those who sacrificed their lives for their homeland, although they gained life, but they left us with those desperate energy is forever immortal, although their life is finally clear, but they left the ancestors to think so heavy, life is in the hands of everyone, the right or wrong of life lies in your familiarity with life, how you treat your own life.

Lei Feng, Jiao Yulu, Kong Fansen and others have long since left us, but their energy to serve the people remains, and there are some people in life who are still alive but their souls are gone. In spring, the grass is trampled by some people when it sprouts, but it still perseveres and strives upward, which is the desire for life, and the butterfly is struggling to die in the storm, which is also the expectation of life, facing them. Should we cherish our own lives and the lives of all things in the world more?

We should cherish life, everything in the world has only one life, we should be good at dominating the field, love life, love life. Cherish every little life, because people who know how to cherish life will have a more fulfilling life. Question - cherish life.