I want the sample essay I learned to share .

Childhood, so short, so beautiful. In the blink of an eye, it had already quietly departed like flowing water. When I'm lonely, only memories accompany me......

Inscription. When I was young, I always thought that what I had was my own, and there was no reason for it, not even need, and there was no need to share it with others. Just take good care of your treasures in your castle.

After listening to the teacher's words, I nodded as if I didn't understand. From that time on, I was willing to share my beloved puppets with others for the first time, the first time I was willing to share delicious cakes with children, and the first time I was ......Since then, there have been many firsts, and I have learned to "share" for the first time. Gradually, I was rewarded, that is, when I shared, the innocent and beautiful smile that my classmates gave me made me feel happy.

In the first grade of elementary school, it almost became a habit for me to share with others. Anything, I am willing to take it out and share it with others. In the second grade of primary school, we had more homework, and gradually, we started to share our homework.

Of course, how could these things be hidden from the teacher's eyes, I had to tell the truth of the matter. Deep down, I wondered: Didn't the teacher say that he wanted to share?

Sharing makes me happier, and I also feel the joy that sharing brings me. Why? Is there something wrong with sharing too?

Of course, the teacher didn't let my doubts stay in my head for long, and said a lot to me in a serious tone. What exactly, I don't remember very clearly. But it generally means that not everything can be shared, and there are some things that need to be fought for by oneself and cannot ......be given by others

Now, I can grasp the route of sharing and have enough confidence to set sail. If, childhood is a piece of chocolate. I'd like to share it with everyone. On the way to growth, I learned to share, and I grew up ......

Now, everyone knows that when you share your things with people who are worse off than you, you will be happy and get a kind of spiritual satisfaction, but four years ago, I didn't understand this.

In the past, I was always called a "stingy ghost", why? Because I am always very stingy, at home, when I see delicious food, I will put it in my mouth vigorously, and I don't know how to give it to my parents; At school, I don't know how to invite my friends to eat something when I have New Year's money, so I will only spend it myself. I don't care about the criticism of others either.

One day, my mother said to me, "You have to learn to share, it's a very happy thing." And told me the story of Yu Pengnian.

When I heard that he had donated hundreds of millions of his assets to the poor, my eyes widened and I said in surprise: "He is so generous! Mom said

I don't ask you to be like him, but it's always good to share. I nodded thoughtfully.

The next day, my parents took me to climb the mountain, and I saw a beggar on the way, and my father encouraged me and said, "Go and give him a dollar!" "I hesitated, knowing that I used to hate beggars, I thought they were dirty and smelly.

My dad gave me another dollar and said, "Go ahead!" I went and carefully threw the money to him in front of the beggar, and the beggar smiled at me, and I was very happy!

I thought, "I didn't expect sharing to be so happy!" ”

After this incident, I also became generous at school, often invited my friends to buy snacks to eat, my nickname of "stingy" also disappeared, and they often played with me, and I happily thought: I finally learned to share!

At that time, I understood a truth: sharing is indeed joyful!