6th grade essay What changed me 600 words

That smile changed me.

It's strange that I don't know when I just like to be alone: I rarely help others, and I don't want help from others. Even if you receive help from others, you will repay others as if you were paying off a debt.

I don't live up to the world, and don't let the world live up to me. However, the thoughts that had dominated me for so many years instantly became like a speck of dust in the light of that smile, drifting away without a trace......

It was after two days of heavy rain, and the concrete bridge over the river, which I had to cross every day to go to school, had been washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. It was a bridge made of only two round, smooth logs side by side; Usually I walk across the bridge with my bare hands.

I hesitated in front of the bridge, and I was still 10 minutes away from class. I grabbed my bike and made a decision that even I couldn't believe: I walked over the wooden bridge with my bike on my shoulder.

At the beginning of the dozen meters, I was marching in a high-spirited atmosphere, and I didn't feel anything. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately, and the rushing river under the wood made me dizzy, and my legs became weaker and weaker, as if it was difficult to support the weight of my body anymore. I have no idea how I got to the wooden bridge**.

There was only half the way to go, and I couldn't move my feet anymore. I tried to move back a little bit, but I couldn't even turn around, and the sound of running water in my ears made me almost desperate, and I wanted to throw my bicycle into the river several times.

I can't move forward. When you can't go back. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly became lighter, and then gradually left my shoulder.

It was a big hand that took the bike from my hand. At that moment, I couldn't really express how grateful I was. I slowly turned my head:

It was an unfamiliar face, full of smiles. Time didn't allow me to look closely, but for a moment, I felt that the smile was so sincere and lovely!

The car and I finally arrived safely on the other side, and I was full of gratitude to take a closer look at the smiling face: it was not a dark **, and the squinting eyes could not hide the sincere gaze. Fine wrinkles crawled all over the corners of his eyes, and his chapped lips opened slightly.

Ah, a simple farmer in his 40s.

What an ordinary smile! It couldn't be more ordinary, but it never forgot me, and it made me appreciate the best things between people for the first time, even if it was just a faint smile. That smile has been deeply embedded in my heart for many years, and I have learned to use the same smile to lift a child who has fallen, help push a truck that is struggling to walk, or give an umbrella to a classmate.

And every time you help others without expecting anything in return and smile sincerely, you will truly appreciate the true meaning and value of that smile buried in the bottom of your heart. It's a taste that isn't sublime, but it's something you can be proud of. Smile, with a beautiful emotion, I really can't find the right words to describe it, maybe this poem will express its meaning:

With people roses, leave a lingering fragrance! ”

Is that so?

That girl changed me.

I was lying on my desk, in a terrible mood, and I did very badly on this exam. Looking out the window at the rain dripping down, it seemed that God was sad and couldn't stop crying, and the dark clouds also covered my heart, and my heart was also raining, and it seemed that the ticking would never stop.

I braved the rain and rushed out of the classroom, ran a long way in the rain, and knew that I found myself drenched and a little chilly, so I found a shelter and sat down, and the kind old woman immediately brought me a towel to make me feel warm. Sitting next to me was a girl, dressed in a light blue outfit, which made people feel extra fresh. After a while, she took out a book, and her slender fingers groped quickly on it, with a smile on her face, and a blind cane beside her.

I was taken aback.

Are you here to take shelter from the rain? The girl asked, sensing someone around her. "Hmm.

What, in a bad mood? So I told her everything that happened, as if she were my confidant. She listened to me talk endlessly, and when she was done, she said to me:

Have an optimistic spirit, face the score bravely, and face life. Although I am blind, I am full of confidence in life and believe that I will always be the best, I am learning Braille in a blind school, reading books with my fingers, and I feel that it is all good. ”

Yes, have an optimistic spirit and be brave to face it. Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that you can't learn from failure, find your weaknesses, and improve, but immerse yourself in the pain of failure all day long, don't want to forge ahead, don't seek improvement, and let yourself lose confidence in life. Pushkin also once said:

If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious, you need to be calm in the days of gloom, believe it, happy days will come. "Don't give up easily, believe that you will succeed, and have an indifferent heart in the face of difficulties, face it calmly, and you can succeed.

Thanks to that girl, she changed me, she rekindled the hope in my heart, re-established the path of struggle, and let me start to move towards good results and success with courage and confidence again!

Writing ideas and key points: Write about what stories of my father changed me and how they changed me.

Text: "On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that on the swing by the playground in summer, only the butterfly is perched on ......it.""Dad is humming this song "Childhood" again. I listened to my dad hum every day, and I really wanted to hear this song, and I wanted to know why my dad liked it so much.

I was a very risk-taking person, so my dad told me a story. Dad said, "When we were kids, we didn't have toys, and when we did, we were just simple models. I didn't speak, and let Dad continue.

Dad added, "I remember it was a summer, my friends and I were bored, walking on a winding path, and suddenly a friend found an abandoned house. We wanted to know what was inside, and we were listless, and we all went home and got ready to go.

Dad stopped to take a sip of water, and continued: "After a while, everyone is ready to come back, ready to start the abandoned house adventure, we rushed in, in all kinds of messy things, I actually found a treasure box, I took it and ran over, wow! It's a pistol made of wood!

My friends and I spent an afternoon there, and it was almost dark, and we all became natives, but we were very happy. Daddy's story was over, and he walked away smiling.

Since then, I have been no longer timid, and I am very eager to explore, hoping that I too can find treasures like my father.

Childhood is the faint morning light; Childhood is a cup of mellow coffee; Childhood is a grass that breaks through the ground; Childhood, is an elegant tea; Childhood is our colorful childhood life, full of laughter.

Whenever I gallop on the rink and fly, I will hear the sound of people sighing behind me. But behind my scenery, who knows the basis of my success?

That thing, like a vine, wrapped tightly around my waist, I couldn't pull it apart. It was like a thick fog that spread around me, and no matter how much I caught it, I couldn't catch it. That thing ......

I remember when I was 7 years old, I somehow became obsessed with ice skating. Whenever I have free time, I run out into the alley to watch those big brothers and sisters skate. Looking at their chic skating, I was so envious, so envious.

Over time, Dad naturally noticed something. One afternoon, my father mysteriously handed me a large gift box. I opened it and there was a pair of skates of my dreams.

Suddenly, I danced with joy, and flowers bloomed on my father's face.

Since then, my skating career has gradually progressed'It kicked off. When I skated for the first time, it was like I couldn't find a guide in the middle of nowhere. When I first started putting on my skates, it was like stepping on a piece of watermelon skin under my feet.

Before, whenever I fell to the ground, my dad would laugh and pick me up. Slowly, I turned the helplessness of falling to the ground and being helped up by my father into dependence. On this day, I fell down again and had a classic hug with Mother Earth.

I sat down on the floor, just waiting for my dad to help me. Dad also habitually stood up and prepared to help me. However, just as my father came to me, he stopped and frowned, as if remembering something.

Then, staggering back a few steps. Just as I was wondering, my father's roar of "standing up" broke my thoughts.

I looked at my father pitifully, and I was so frightened that I burst into tears. Seeing this, Dad glared and continued to yell, "What are you waiting for? Stand up from a**fall down! ”

Dad's words touched me, like a lost child finding his way home. I put my hands on the ground and slowly stood up. Keep gliding forward. I'm still going to fall, but I'm not afraid. Because, as long as I remember that sentence, I will stand up again and again.

Day after day, I have more scars on my body than I can count. However, I feel that it is worth remembering for the rest of my lifeWhenever I fail, I think of that phrase and "stand up." That sentence gave me strength. That sentence changed me.