That touch of heart narrative essay essay 20

I wouldn't want to see you again if I could.

Growing up is a long process, and it records our bits and pieces; Growing up is a process full of surprises, and it will always bring you a different world; Growing up is a process of hurting and being hurt by others, and it always catches you off guard and scarred ......

I remember when you first transferred to our class, you looked confused, like a frightened fawn. When I see you, I want to be friends with you. Because, I always feel that you understand me.

We have nothing to say, we talk well. Until ......That morning. "Hey!

What for? I walked over and patted you on the shoulder. You were stunned for a moment, and then you smiled and said to me

You see! This was given by a good friend from my former time, is it cute? "I looked at the ceramic doll in your hand, it was really cute.

I nodded and said, "Can you lend it to me?" "Well......Give it to me tomorrow!

Don't break it! "You handed it to me carefully, and I was about to take a closer look at it when the teacher told us to do recess exercises. I am a student on duty, and I have to wait for the members of the discipline inspection department to score.

I looked at the empty classroom and clenched the ceramic doll.

When they came, suddenly my stomach hurt, so I told them, put down the doll, and ran to the infirmary. By the time I got back to the classroom, they were gone, and it was still empty and me, except that there was a pile of ceramic shards underground. When you come back and see all this, you don't say anything.

I see you walking towards the office in a daze. In the afternoon, you are no longer my tablemate. I stopped you and tried to explain it to you, but you just said:

Do you know? Ceramic dolls are important to me! That friend of mine was going to study abroad and we wouldn't see each other again, and this was the last gift she gave me.

Moreover, you were the only one in the classroom at that time, and you still don't admit it? I looked at you, and the words in my heart blocked my throat for a while, and I wanted to explain, but I just said, "If you think so too, then ......."Let's go!

Why? Why don't you believe me? I always thought you knew me best!

I turned around and wiped away my tears.

Three days later, you transferred to another school.

I've been thinking, if it weren't for that good friend of yours, if it wasn't for that ceramic doll, would you forgive me if I explained it to you?

But I know that the old friendship is gone, and only that trace of my heart has become an eternal ......

That memory in my heart.

Growing up, there were many unforgettable memories in my mind. There are good things, there are bad things, some are glorious, and some are bleak. But the most memorable thing for me and the one that was profoundly educational for me was a bad thing, and that's how it happened.

It was a sunny morning, and the sun was shining brightly on the earth. I was playing in the yard to my heart's content, and suddenly, my mother screamed, and said, "Luo Zhe, there is no salt at home, go and buy a bag of salt for my mother to come back" I agreed, and there was a small shop not far from my house, and I rushed out in a huff.

On the way, I knocked off the ice cream of the neighbor's child, and the child immediately burst into tears and said, "Lose me, pay me." "Even though I had $1 in pocket money at the time, I thought:

If I give him the money, what will I use! At that time, I saw that there was no one around, and my head suddenly became hot, and I scolded him: "Who told you to walk without long eyes."

She cried even harder, and I continued to walk towards the commissary, and on the way, I thought as I ran, until I finally realized my mistake and ran back in a puff of air. When I came back here, he was gone, just left an ice cream on the ground that was about to melt, my face suddenly turned red, I wanted to go to his house the next morning to make amends, but I went to find out that their family had moved away at noon yesterday. At this point, my mind went blank and I thought:

If I had paid him that $1 yesterday, I might have made a good impression on him. It's a pity, it's a pity, how can there be regret medicine sold in the world? I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Although this is just a small thing, this incident has taught me that friendship is more valuable than anything else, there will never be regrets in the world, as long as you do it, you should learn to take responsibility. Therefore, please cherish the friendship you have now, otherwise, when you lose it, you will regret it.

The sunlight is dim and blurred, lazily scattered on the uneven stone pavement, as if there is nothing, and there are still traces of time and a string of crystal water droplets under the eaves of the dark roof--- the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold. I don't know when I became interested in the slightly rusty fruit knife, and I always watched my mother deftly peel the fruit, but I never understood the secret, but I just looked at the cabinet that seemed to never be reached, and I was full of longing.

When my mother repeatedly told me, I hurried out the door. For some reason, I wanted to walk towards the sofa, but I unconsciously walked to the kitchen. I didn't want to alarm my father, so I tiptoed to move the chair and stand on it, and I could reach the cabinet.

Carefully picking up the heavy fruit knife, looking at the oily black hilt, a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. The shiny blade, a touch of red in the sun, a slightly tired brown, and occasionally a light layer of gold, I was not impressed.

Perhaps it was a momentary carelessness, and the knife slashed a wound that was neither deep nor shallow at a speed that I had never guarded against, and the blood cut a perfect arc in the sunlight, and the table was red. The small eye sockets could no longer bear the waves of tears and rushed out. Maybe I was too naïve at the time to know the pain, but I just felt a tingling in my feelings.

I cried and found my father, telling me what had happened, hoping that he would coax me with kind words and bandage me. I didn't want to, he just glanced at it hastily, found a few napkins to wrap the wound indiscriminately, and said lightly: "I'm not good, don't expect me to do anything for you, who let you touch the knife, you deserve it!"

I froze, is this what Dad said? He didn't accuse or criticize me for anything, he always protected me with his big thick hands, but today--- my hands were numb for a moment, and the pain in my heart covered up the pain in my hand. The tall dad gradually blurred his --- in his teary eyes

Later, the wound slowly healed, but it left an indelible trace. Maybe since then, I have been estranged from my dad and felt that he was too heartless and selfish.

haze, sadness, leaving a line of tears in my heart; Sour, incomprehensible, but full of sorrow in the bottom of my heart.

Looking at the drizzle outside the window and smelling the slight fragrance of the wedge flowers, I thought, am I wrong? Or is Dad wrong? Maybe it's me.

Is Dad's criticism wrong? But it taught me what to do and what not to do. At that time, I was young, and I didn't know how to think about many things, but I thought that my father was too inconsiderate, and when did I ever be considerate of my father?

For the sake of me to be strong and learn to face it, he did not hesitate for me to hate him, and even hate him, his criticism may really be right, but it is me who is wrong!

Facing the fresh cool breeze, I actually had the urge to cry, looked at the water droplets falling from the young leaves, gave myself a happy smile, and said silently in my heart: "Dad, thank you for your criticism!" ”