At that time, the essay I started with should be original and more than 500 words to be submitted to

The little things of life, some keep coming, some keep breaking, many, like the faces of children, rush to the sea that can't go back, and fall asleep; Many, like the free violinist in the shade of the tree, plays a beautiful sound that surrounds your heart, yes, the past belongs to death, and the future belongs to you. Looking for the fragrance of the past, I think about the ...... of reminiscence

Remember, it was the image of a person, tall and distinct. Oh yes – it's a fairy tale character, beautiful, desirable. He, who had marched through the storm for the sake of war, but—he didn't know what he was after.

The rain, mixed with the wind, from top to bottom, "from bottom to top", and finally, he picked up the promise, he lost the most precious thing, not life! He once rode the wind and waves in the sea, for that promise. He once showed his skills on the sports field, abandoning human greed and selfishness.

He once flashed his figure on the grass, endured loneliness at night, ran in the pure and sacred dawn, against the background of the brilliant morning glow, and he understood at this time - running, in order to learn to give up on the road in the past, learn to struggle in the future life, learn to surpass. He is Forrest Gump, his legendary life, I am shocked in my soul, it is the pursuit of beauty! I was moved, I realized ...... in contemplation

In the face of setbacks, in the face of the storms and shackles of life, it is clear that I am lost and imprisoned. It is caused by depression and weakness. In the face of these shackles, I did not face them intuitively, indulging in the beauty of the past, allowing it to deprive me of everything, to dominate and replace everything that I had.

When you fail, how can you succeed if you use the past as a reason for comfort, without experiencing or taking on challenges? The rainbow is the brightest after the storm! I understand that only by constantly surpassing myself can I create a brighter pearl than in the past, and face life with a smile!

That time, I was moved. What touches is life, is people's character, is people's soul, I know how to go in the future, with optimism to look at it; I know what kind of person I should be, to be a person with high moral character, enterprising knowledge, and who can afford to let go.

It's so uncomfortable to see this information that shouldn't be read. Depressed, cups. Why do the people in the class say that, but it's not actually me, the information on those chat logs is enough to prove that it's not me, but who knows the class, who will look at it?

I really want to send this information in, but I don't, maybe it will break our relationship, but I think it will break up, at least I can please feel this way, but in fact I can't do it, maybe I can only record what happened on this day in this way. I really want to get back what I lost before, but what can I do, I am planted, what can I do, I can only survive in this troublesome world, suffering, there is no better word to describe me now than this word. I seem to be an optimistic person, that's because no one knows me hidden in my heart, I am a person born in this world, it seems to be a beautiful thing, but a good thing is really perfect?

Not a single blemish? I'm tired, I want to rest, I guess I can only press the blacklist with my heart Parting is always painful, leaving the person I once liked I survive alone, it will only seem that I am lonely.

Unforgettable first time.

The age of childhood, the beginning of the first, the beginning of failure, the future of success. I have countless fond memories of the first time in my childhood. Like footprints, imprinted on the road of growth; Like fallen leaves, floating on the road of life; Like a flavoring agent, it debugs my heart.

The most memorable thing is to thank my parents who raised me with both hands for the first time.

It was a Saturday, and I was late at dinner, so I walked into the kitchen with two potatoes and laughed and said to my mother, "Mom, my cooking is definitely better than yours." "I carefully peeled the skin and shredded it, to be honest, since I was born, I have never used a kitchen knife, let alone cut shredded potatoes, even watermelon, the fruit knife has only been moved two or three times, and I have not cut the fruit yet, so I cut my hand first, but I am still confident that I can do it well.

With a heart, I began to cut potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, whether I recruited you or provoked you in my last life, can't you be obedient? It took me a lot of effort to finish cutting the potatoes, and then I screamed, look at the potatoes I cut, some of them are thin enough to see the moon through it, and some are thicker than the Chang'e-1 rocket spacecraft, what should I do?

I turned on the fire, poured the oil, and was so preoccupied with the shredded potatoes that I poured too much oil, and I was really a little sloppy. First put green onions, shredded potatoes, then put peppers, salt, and then fry, my mood, delicious, I couldn't help but taste a bite, and another scream, ah, too salty, I added some water, it looks good, and I went to watch TV, a mushy smell wafted in, ah, the dish was paste, I quickly turned off the heat, put the dish out, made an ugly plating, sighed: "My craftsmanship is really not good!"

Mom and Dad ate my fried food, crying and laughing, Mom went to do it again, I was very depressed, I lowered my head, Dad saw me like this, so he sat down next to me and said, "What's the great thing about failing once, failure is the mother of success!" You see that your mother has been cooking for nearly 20 years, in order to do so well, you also have to lay a good foundation, this high-rise building is not the first to lay a good foundation before it can be built?

Didn't you learn Latin dance bit by bit? Whatever you do in the future, you should start little by little. And to persevere, understand?

I nodded.

I will never forget the first time I cooked and will always remember what my dad told me.

1. The butterfly broke out of the cocoon and began to fly for the first time, the flowers first bloomed, that was the first time to open, and our life was full of many firsts, the first time to ride, the first time to cook, and my most unforgettable and profound first time was to go swimming with my mother.

2. Everyone has a first time to do things, and everyone's first time is different, for example, your first success or my first failure. I also had my firsts: skateboarding, swimming, playing the flute, etc. But the most memorable thing for me was the first time I boiled milk.

3. In the years I have experienced, there have been many firsts. But what I remember most clearly was not a good thing, but an imperfect, debunked lie.

I had many firsts, such as: the first time I wrapped chaos, the first time I painted, the first time I graduated, and ......There was one thing that was the most memorable first time for me.

When I was younger, I was four years old. Dad got off work and got a big bag. I ran over and looked, and I was too young to know what it was, so I asked my father, "Dad, what is this?" ”

You guess. Dad said. I guessed for a long time and couldn't figure it out. "Is it a toy? "Daddy told you! These are roller skates. ”

I thought to myself, what are roller skates? But it sounds like a lot of fun, so I wanted to play it.

The beginning of the first essay(a).

There are all the ups and downs of a person's life, whether it is the pain of failure or the joy of success, all of which are gradually forgotten with the loss of time. But many firsts remained mine'Deep memory.

The beginning of the first essay(b).

There will be many firsts in the journey of our lives. For the first time, some were happy, some were sad, some were proud, and some were lost. In my memory, there is a treasured gem.

It always shines, inspires me and spurs me on. This is the first time I have successfully stood on the top of Mount Huashan.

The beginning of the first essay(c).

In this colorful life path, there are countless firsts, such as: the first time to learn to swim, the first time to learn to make noodles, the first time to stir-fry ......But the first time I remember the most was drinking coffee.

The beginning of the first essay(iv).

Today, the old lady decided to take me to the amusement park, of course I applauded, but the old lady said, "You must take the rolling train!" "I'm 12 years old, and although the sky is not afraid, the earth is not afraid, but there are always things to be afraid of; Although I have been to the amusement park countless times, I have never been on a rolling train; There were many firsts, but they were the first time I didn't ride a rolling train.

The beginning of the first essay(5).

I remember that Confucius once said: "Do not deceive yourself internally, and do not deceive others externally." "I always use this as a guideline.

Moreover, in my ears, there are often the admonitions of my parents lingering: "Ding Yu, you must be honest in life, this is a necessary quality." You know?

Oh, okay" I used to go in one ear and out the other, without much thought, but since then, I suddenly woke up.

That time I literally cried. It wasn't that I cried because I was scolded by my teacher, or that I cried because I was beaten by my parents, but because I won the second place in the essay contest. For some students, it may be easy to win second place in an essay competition, but for me it is difficult.

I've always been afraid of writing essays, I can say that my scalp is numb when I see an essay, and I have a headache when I hear the teacher say that I want to write an essay.

When I was in the fourth grade, there was an essay competition, our class teacher Mr. Wang asked me to participate, I hated and feared writing essays the most, so I wanted to participate in the essay competition, so I tried every possible way to let Mr. Wang not want me to participate in this essay competition, but Mr. Wang just didn't agree. I didn't see that it was impossible not to participate in this essay contest, so when I went home, I desperately read some of the composition papers that my parents had bought for me, and temporarily reported to the Buddha.

On the day of the essay contest, I entered the exam room with trepidation. At first, everything went smoothly, and I thought it was very well written, and I thought that there would be no words to write halfway through it, but after a while, something happened, and I suddenly felt that there was nothing to write. At this time, I looked up and saw that my classmates had already written, some were sitting there playing, and some were seriously revising, thinking that I would definitely not win the award when it was over.

Later, I scribbled through in a daze, and after a lot of hard work, I finally finished writing, and when the time came, I hurriedly handed in the composition.

A few days later, when the teacher told me that I had won the second place in the essay competition, I was so excited that tears fell from my eyes.

These are tears of excitement, tears of excitement, and tears of happiness!

I don't forget to say sorry to anyone because of that one thing that I will never forget.

When I was a child, I went to the amusement park with my dad to prepare for a fun day, along the way I jumped up and down to see the flowers and grass, the mood was very happy, at that moment the whole body seemed to be warm, to the amusement park, I couldn't wait to run in, have fun. When I was sitting on the swing and resting, a little girl with a ponytail came over and wore a white shirt with a blue background and a white flower skirt, which looked very fitting and beautiful, and she smiled and said to me, "Let's make friends, shall we?"

I'll play with you. I readily agreed to her request, after all, having someone to play with me was more fun than having myself.

Just as we were having fun, I accidentally knocked over an approx.

The little brother of three or four years old must have fallen and cried, and the little girl and I panicked and hurriedly comforted the little boy, and the little boy's cry attracted his mother, and I saw the aunt pick up the child and pat it, and then said to us sharply: "What are you doing!" Knock him down and see her cry like this!

We left this "land of right and wrong" in disgrace. The little girl tugged at the corner of my coat and said, "Shall we go and apologize to my aunt?"

I shook my head for fear of being blamed by my aunt again. "Go and apologize! Or we'd be upset.

I still shook my head, seeing me like this, the little girl ran over to apologize to her aunt, and when she apologized, I saw that my aunt was very kind, and she was completely different from what she was just now. She came back and said to me happily, "Go ahead, it's easy."

I didn't say anything more, just pulled her and went to play. When I was playing, my smiling face was not as relaxed as when I first came, and it became very heavy.

"That Time I Cried": In life, as long as there is even one person who cares about himself, this is enough. - The inscription has been carefully hidden in the bottom of my heart, and whenever I think of it, a complicated feeling rises in my heart - it is an old tearful face......

At that time when the SARS virus was rampant, the whole nation was besieged in darkness, and the sons and daughters of China fell into a panic ......

Grandpa Yao is a star in the community. He loves opera, sports, laughter, in short, he has a wide range of hobbies. Although he is over half a hundred years old, we still love to call him:

Hey! Young lad! He also happily posed for a "Perth":

However, the overwhelming "SARS defense" imprisoned him at home.

Grandpa Yao, who has always been in good health, suddenly got a severe cold, which is so strange! People in the community know that Grandpa Yao has never married, so naturally he can't talk about any children; I also learned from a certain mother-in-law that Grandpa Yao was the youngest of the brothers, and now he is the only one left alive. This can really be called a "lonely old man"!

As a result, the people in the community were busy doing what they could for Grandpa Yao.

The director of the village committee was the first to take the initiative to take on the food problem of Grandpa Yao, and every day when the meal time was approaching, he put the meals in the vegetable basket and used a thick rope about ten meters long to deliver food to Grandpa Yao, who lived on the third floor. People also helped him deliver daily necessities, pay utility bills, etc.; The district also sent two medical staff to "risk" to regularly go to Grandpa Yao's house to disinfect ......

Every day when I passed by Grandpa Yao's window, I would raise my head and greet him. is so far apart, separated by a layer of glass, isolated by a layer of masks, but it can't be separated from the warm ...... between people

Perhaps God was moved by our actions, and two weeks later, the medical staff told us the good news: Grandpa Yao did not have SARS.

And when we thought that we would see the bright smile behind the mask again, how do we know that when the mask is removed, we will see a face with old tears ......"Thank you for ......Thank you for caring about me so much, I thought about it, even if only one of you cares about me......That's ......Even if I do get SARS and my life is not guaranteed, I am worth ......”

At that moment, I cried.

Think about it, during the "SARS" period, how many such things were? In such a period of national transition, how many singing and weeping spirits are being preached? 98 years of flood fighting, 04 years of fighting avian influenza ......At the critical moment, love is overflowing in the whole society!

This kind of love is the love of neighbors, the love of family, and the love of the motherland! This kind of love is the title of New China! (If you think you can, give me points.)

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