The essay So I Don t Understand gives a beginning and an end

Writing ideas: Do not go flat and straightforward, pay attention to timely and constantly change the angle of description, make the description more specific, and give the reader a sense of subjectivity. Be organized, natural, and understandable, not cluttered, and pour your thoughts and feelings.

Text: The road of life is infinitely long, but if you can look back at the road you came, you will find that every trace you leave behind is the most beautiful memory and the brightest beacon.

Inscription. I often ask myself: What is happiness? In other words, in the 365 days of travel, did you get happiness?

I don't have a life beyond the world, I don't have the ability to ascend to the sky, I don't have the wisdom to show my own, but I have the most real and precious ordinary. I believe that after swaying the ordinary, I will always break out of the cocoon into a butterfly in an inadvertent morning light.

When I was a child, my mother always covered me with a quilt before going to bed and gave me a gentle kiss in front of my forehead. "My heart is beautiful" is my understanding of happiness at that time!

When I was in junior high school, every morning, when I hurriedly opened the door and wanted to rush out, my father would always shout in the house where he was still holding the curtains: "Be careful when you go out, there are many cars on the road!" At this time, although I was in an anxious mood, I still slowed down, not for anything else, but for this concern.

Being cared for by others was my understanding of happiness at that time!

Through the 14 spring and autumn seasons in the world, I have experienced a variety of emotions and given many emotions to others. I caressed these emotions and listened to them, and one of the most beautiful of them was called "love". It is the most instinctive and broad emotion that a person can give to others.

Where there is love, there is happiness.

I often think of the gentle kiss that fell on my forehead, and the reminder when I went out, "Be careful when you go out, there are many cars on the road". They gave me a special emotion.

I often remind myself to pay attention to happiness, but I find that I don't understand, just like on a cold day, I often look at the sun, and my heart is unconsciously warm and bright.

A person's life is always spent in giving and reaping, and no one reaps without paying.

My life is like a candy jar, filled with colorful happiness, I peel off one colorful candy paper after another, taste the taste of happiness, only know that it is sweet, but I don't know what it is.

Happiness! Is it just a reward for someone else's efforts? - I didn't understand.

I used to think that I was well-read and knew a lot of things, but it turned out that there were some simple things that I didn't understand.

It turns out that I don't understand, I don't understand this friendship. I don't know what friendship is, I just blindly take it for granted that friends are good to me. Friendship no longer exists, only my ignorance and willfulness are to blame. I want to redeem this friendship.

Friendship is like a ray of sunshine; Friendship, like a flower. Ignorant, I often think that friendship is a simple thing, and I don't understand the meaning of it at all.

This is my own creation.

I've learned to be grateful.

When you are a toddler, it is your parents who support you; When your life is bumpy, it is your parents who help you through the ups and downs; When you're stressful to study, it's your parents who give you a hot cup of tea ......Parents have given so much for you, shouldn't we learn to be grateful?

Mom, why didn't you call me earlier? I should be late. I grumbled.

Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs. Mom said as she walked out the door. I brushed my teeth, took a few bites of food, got dressed, and hurried downstairs.

Mom was already waiting downstairs. The north wind was blowing, and I was shivering with cold. Mom took off her coat and put it on for me.

I babbled and complained, "Why didn't you call me earlier, I'm late, I'm going to be criticized." "Mom drove the car faster.

The bitter wind blew past my ears like a knife, and my ears hurt. When I arrived at school, I was really late, so I ran to the classroom at a fast speed, and my mother looked at my back and shouted, "Don't run, be careful!"

Rushing to the classroom, I was already out of breath. And just like that, a morning passed.

Mom"! Back home, the house is quiet. Daddy kicked out:

Hush! Your mom wears too little in the morning, she has a cold, and she's resting now. I listened, and tears welled up in my eyes.

Mom let herself suffer so that I didn't catch a cold, all for me, all because of love! I ran to my mother's bedside and said "I'm sorry" softly, guiltily. Since then, I have learned to do housework, honor my parents, and learn to be grateful.

Our parents care for us, why shouldn't we learn to be grateful? Our parents love us, and we must also learn to love and be considerate of our parents with our hearts!

It was that experience that made me understand the love of my parents and taught me to be grateful to my parents. We should be more caring and less complaining; More gratitude, less dissatisfaction. Let us repay our parents for their kindness to us with a sincere and grateful heart.

In school, in the classroom, we can learn knowledge and understand reason. However, every step of life is a lesson. With each step I learn, I understand a lot; With every step I take, I will learn a lot of principles about being a human being.

Want to know the story of my life's journey? Then listen to ---

One morning in the third grade, when I kept complaining about the scorching sun, I kept complaining about the weather, the English teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of "nameless objects", and after the teacher's explanation, I realized that those were the materials distributed by the school. After listening to the teacher's explanation, we each got one. However, when I looked closely, there was a strange ugly scar on this piece of paper.

Why should I be? At this time, I saw a white and flawless piece of paper on Chen Rong's desk in the back seat, and Chen Rong was not in my seat. Wow, God help me.

In order to be able to successfully exchange it, I specially stared at the paper in my seat for about 1 minute, and after being sure that Chen Rong would not come back in a short time, I gently and quickly swapped places between the two pieces of paper. But my hands are shaking, why is that? Hey, no matter, let's change it first.

Things went as I expected, that is, I succeeded, but I was not happy at all, but felt empty in my heart, am I really wrong? The "lack of heart" drove me to turn my head to look at Chen Rong, only to see that she frowned at first, but quickly returned to her original state. At this time, her friend came over to comfort her.

Rui Rong also returned the favor with a smile to the friend ......When I saw this, I couldn't help but blush, and then I looked at the white and flawless little girl on the table, who seemed to be laughing at me for being selfish. In order to prove that I am not such a person, after class, I took the paper and conducted a carpet search in the classroom, and finally found the scar, after the two pieces of paper were returned to their original owners, the "scar" seemed to say to me: "You are awesome, you are a good boy who changes your mistakes!"

I laughed at it and said, "I'll never be a selfish person again." At this point, the scar seemed to disappear, leaving behind a flower of virtue.

We should not only think about ourselves, but also think about others at all times, and correct things that we have done wrong. I will always remember this sentence and never forget it.

It would be better to change the title to "I understand at this moment".

Since it really happened to me, only I can write my inner feelings.

- I didn't understand.

The leaves of the streets are always falling, and they are not swept away. Lying on his back in the middle of the road, he passed away quietly. I really don't understand why the big tree gave so many annoying residual leaves.

It's like I don't understand why the teacher sent a few of us to be with this endless fallen leaves.

Elementary school was a leisurely time, but the week with the leaves was so rushed. This is an event held by the school – street sweeping. It is a great honor that several of us have been given this "rare opportunity".

At first, we were full of freshness. There is no garbage on the street, but the leaves are you "looking up and not seeing, looking down". I really can't help them, in this thick autumn, it is their world.

At the end of the day, a few of us got together to compare who had the most bubbles on their hands. You can't compare the winners and losers! "This street is not my street, why let us come.

The classmates muttered, full of complaints, but also endured emotions. None of us were excellent children, and we couldn't get into the top ten, let alone in the grades. The top players in the class who sit firmly in the country are beyond our reach.

Of course, the teacher asked us to accompany him, just like the analogy, they are flowers, we are just a few green leaves with a web, who cares? Thinking about it, my nose was sour. The teacher's preference is easy to understand.

The next few days were spent in sourness.

It's fast and fast in a week. Sweeping away the last fallen leaves, we dragged our brooms to the classroom. I saw the teacher standing at the door of the office, maybe waiting for someone. Not us anyway.

I didn't expect it to be us. She gave us a few pieces of candy and asked if we were tired. She said she wanted us to learn something other than textbooks.

It turned out that I didn't understand, and I didn't understand the teacher's preference, just like I didn't understand that not every fallen leaf is full of depression and depression, and the moment it falls, it is printed with the seal of death. Passing away is not for the hope of the next green leaf. I didn't understand that falling red is not a ruthless thing.