Composition: "Cheer for Life" 600 words

Truth in life, joy in life, happiness in life. They are everywhere, it just depends on whether you have a pair of keen eyes to observe them.

In my life, I thought life was boring, difficult and bitter. I never feel like there is anything interesting or new in life. But the life I had only now discovered turned out to be beautiful and wonderful.

It was during the October long holiday, and I also wanted to save some "living expenses" from my dad. So the next day I packed up the necessary supplies and set off. Dad was a building contractor, so I went there and made cement, moved bricks and other tasks. Dad only pays me 10 yuan every day. I thought that mixing cement was easy, and that moving bricks was also a matter of strength. I would get the 10 yuan in no time, but my father's big hand patted my shoulder, interrupting my daydream. When we arrived at the construction site, my father told me to pay attention to safety. I said "Yes, father!" and started working immediately. My father told me how much cement and water should be added to the cement. I followed my father's instructions and prepared the amount of cement and water. The most troublesome thing for me was The trouble came when it came to mixing the cement. I mixed it with water first. Dad said: "It's not qualified. It's too thick. Add a little water." I was satisfied with myself and muttered: "Isn't it okay?" So in a fit of anger, I poured two large ladles of water on it. It was so exciting that the cement became very thin. It was really a bad start and really unlucky. The foreman dad asked me to move bricks again.

I thought about it and decided it would be better to move bricks. So I piled up a dozen bricks with both hands, about seven or eight bricks! I held the bottom piece with both hands, poured the bricks as far as possible towards my body, and moved them to the second floor. My father is also a model worker. A craftsman praised me and said: "As expected of the son of a contractor, he is really capable." I felt a little complacent. The second time I increased the eight yuan to ten yuan, I just carried the second step, because my feet were not raised, I tripped, causing me to roll and fall down, and the bricks were almost broken. There were several scratches on his body. The foreman's father came over and first rolled his eyes, then scolded me.

I looked at my dad, and the fire in my stomach suddenly burst out, and I yelled at my dad: "What's wrong...I, at worst, I won't do it anymore." I slammed half a brick in my hand towards the ground. Throw. Then I walked to an uncle who was a craftsman. He said a lot to me, which made me regret it, but I didn't know how to tell my father. Dad also felt that the attitude just now was not good, so he had a good talk with me. I smiled and felt full of energy again. We continued moving bricks until the sun went down, then we stopped and went home.

Sitting on the motorcycle, my father said to me sincerely: "Son! You have to be down-to-earth. If you don't hear a good word, your little tail will be raised to the sky. Like my father, I am not People who are not very rich still work for others and have to learn to control their emotions. I seemed to realize this and nodded.

Dad. I was also paid 50 yuan for my wages. With the money I earned from my hard work, I was extremely excited. I also developed a strong body and learned from this ordinary little thing in life what was not in the junior high school textbooks. Life also taught me that one must have a strong will and a philosophy of life - that is, one must walk steadily, one step at a time.

I think life is beautiful and beautiful. It should be applauded.