Things I was thinking about when writing the essay

1. A 500-word essay with an outline on an incident that aroused my thinking

An incident that aroused my thinking Luo, Class 5, 4, Nanmen Primary School, Lianshui County, Huai'an, Jiangsu Province Hui

Ah! The anticipated Saturday arrived. I was so unhappy that I came to school early.

At this time, I was sweating profusely from playing and heard a very strange news - "The child is going to jump off the building." Hehe, I was so funny with "?", I couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity, Run quickly. There were so many people there, and my curiosity became even more intense! I squeezed in with my thin body and took a look: a chubby little boy was standing upstairs, with a purple face and demented eyes. He seemed to be thinking and hesitating. I was really afraid of causing any trouble. I didn’t dare to think about the tragic scene of blood splattering everywhere... The child stepped out, and my heart was beating. At this critical moment, a pair of powerful Big hands hugged him tightly from behind. It turned out to be Director Wu of our school. He struggled, with runny nose and tears, and his eyes were red. People's hearts that were hanging in the air finally dropped, they started talking and scattered in all directions.

Later I heard that he was often bullied by others and wanted to jump off the building if he couldn't beat them. I think if someone bullies you and you jump off the building, wouldn’t you become the laughing stock of people after dinner? Aren’t there still teachers? It's not hopeless, right? Further: If you die like this, a little life will be over. How sad! How are your parents? Are you worthy of your parents who raised you like shit? I can't do such stupid things again. Here, I would also like to advise those older students who bully others to stop bullying their younger classmates.

----------------------------

2. Something that made me think An essay of 450 words

Something that made me think

Today, my mother and I went to the bookstore to buy books. While queuing to check out, my mother discovered that she had forgotten her gold membership card, so she asked me to wait in line while she went to the group buying department (which is Qiulin Bookstore on the fourth floor of Shijiazhuang Book Wholesale Market) to check the card number.

There are not many people, and it will be my turn soon. I had no choice but to stand out of the queue and silently thought to myself: I'm sorry, I'll jump in as soon as my mother comes. But after several people passed by, my mother didn’t come. I'm so impatient.

While a person was checking out, my mother finally came! As soon as she came, she asked me to put the book in the space where the person was checking out. I thought that was very rude and would offend others (do you think so too?), so I didn’t let it go.

That person is finished. Just as I was about to step forward, a mother and son from the team next to us actually jumped up and paid the bill in front of us. After I came out, my mother taught me a lesson and said: "Look, you didn't catch up and let others get married first!" I argued: "That is very impolite and will make others think you are too impatient!"

"We can let others do it, but it's obviously our turn to check out that team, why should we let them do it?" Mom said.

I will not be outdone. "They are already in the queue, what happened to them?"

"Have you forgotten? In the supermarket, we all pile things on the sales table first!"

"Supermarkets are different from bookstores. Bookstores are a very sacred place!"

After I finished speaking, I found that passers-by were looking at us, as if they thought it was my mother. Teach the child a lesson, but the child still talks back. I closed my mouth in shame and walked silently for a while. My mother said to me: "Baby, I'm sorry. My mother spoke too loudly, which makes you embarrassed. You are right, you can keep your own thoughts!" ”

Although I have reconciled with my mother again, I still have some thoughts on this matter.

Nowadays, many primary schools offer Chinese studies classes, and teachers teach us to learn to be courteous and polite.

However, I think it is very bad for my mother to do this! Even if they settle the bill first, we are not in a hurry and there is no need to rush. Isn’t it okay to be humble and give in to one or two? Besides, humility is the spirit of a gentleman. Isn't it the slogan of our school "striving to be a modern gentleman with both ability and political integrity"?

Moreover, Confucius has been our great ancestor in China for many years, and what he promoted is the Taoist spirit (I think humility can also be regarded as a spirit). However, we Chinese are becoming less and less polite. In some public places in foreign countries, the slogans "Please do not spit" and "Please flush after defecation" are all written in Chinese. Some countries say: If China continues to be so rude, it will apply to the United Nations to regard Confucius as their ancestor!

Now, foreign countries have begun to understand and admire the spirit of Confucius, and have also opened "Confucius Schools" in their own countries to study Confucius' thoughts. The number of people who sign up every year is always full. Some foreigners also came to China to learn about Confucius' culture, but they did not expect that China was so ignorant of etiquette. He walked in the academy and bowed to everyone he saw, but everyone in the academy regarded him as a madman. He returned home very disappointed. Maybe you ask me why I know this? This was all taught to us by the Chinese studies teacher in our school.

Back to the original topic. I think China is the most profound country. As a Chinese, we must study Chinese culture well and make China a veritable "cultural power". 3. How to write an essay about something that made me think

The colorful world brings us infinite thoughts. Every thought is a progress, and every thought makes us gradually mature.

In the process of thinking, we learn to think again, and thinking makes our thinking more rigorous. The truth varies greatly, ranging from astronomy and geography to all aspects of life, but the only way to obtain the truth is to think.

The process of learning is the process of thinking. The variety of knowledge requires us to be good at thinking instead of rote memorization. The difference between people is to a large extent the difference in thinking and the way of thinking.

Thinking determines people’s living habits and attitudes, and the quality of thinking determines the level of personality and the size of achievements. Therefore thinking is the most valuable thing for human beings.

Therefore, in complex social groups, we must think calmly, use reason to observe society, and think about life. Gradually we will conquer the world. 4. A 500-word essay on a thought

The incident happened two years ago.

That morning, my mother and I took the bus to my aunt's house. On the way, something happened that I will never forget. When the bus arrived at a stop, many people came up, including fat ones, thin ones, tall ones, short ones, from rural areas and from urban areas, all swarming up.

Car, keep driving forward. At this time, I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl next to me rubbing her eyes as hard as she could, until her eyes turned red.

I quickly took her hand and said, "Little sister, you are petty!" She glared and said, "Bah! You are so 'petty'!" I was scolded inexplicably and sarcastically. Don't look away. After a while, an old uncle, who probably had a recurrence of liver disease, took some medicine to treat liver disease and put it in his mouth.

An aunt said with concern: "Uncle, you are a little bitch!" When the old uncle heard this, his beard stood up and he said angrily: "You are perverted, you call me a 'little bitch'!" "Auntie made a big red face and really didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turns out that the little girl and the uncle are both from the countryside, and words such as "small-minded" and "careful" are words they are used to hearing.

The little girl mistook my reminder to "be careful about rubbing your eyes" as scolding her; the old uncle mistook my aunt's concern - "be careful to protect your liver" - as teasing him. . Alas, it's all our fault that we were impatient and didn't explain our meaning clearly, causing them to misunderstand.

Speaking is also knowledge. My mother told my little sister and uncle what my aunt and I meant. They suddenly realized and apologized profusely.

The uncle looked very uncomfortable and said to himself: "Oh, people are getting old and making jokes again." This incident caused me to think deeply: people often complain about their " "Good intentions" are regarded as "donkey liver and lungs". Why does this result? I think that the responsibility does not necessarily lie entirely with the other party, we should also look for the reasons from ourselves.

5. Write an essay of no less than 600 words on "Thoughts Life Gives Me"

Time is ruthless, it has been carrying life quietly around me for seventeen years. I can't help but want to ask: " Has life left nothing but traces of my growth? "No, life has given me many revelations. What is life?" No one can accurately tell the answer. Some people resent life, some love life, some cherish life, and some waste life. Following a burst of baby crying, I came to this world and opened the door to life. From babbling to babbling. , vague expressions, to calling out "Mom" clearly for the first time; from learning to walk for the first time, to jumping and playing; from stepping into elementary school for the first time, to about to walk out of middle school... After having "close contact" with life again and again, life gave me endless thoughts. When I began to learn to lie and let others taste the bitter fruits I had planted, I saw the aggrieved and helpless eyes of that person; life gave me This gave me my determination to criticize and make corrections; life has inspired me: If I want to have a clear conscience, I must dare to do what I do and adhere to the principle of integrity. When I first worked hard to achieve my goal, unknowingly, my goal had already been left behind. , I discovered how wonderful it feels to "look back suddenly, and that person is there in the dim light"; life has inspired me: all success comes from hard work and persistence. When I first felt overwhelmed by others' disregard and indifference, When I was in a low mood, I discovered my boredom and simplicity. This time, life was silent. Life inspired me: people are made of emotions, but if they are expressed at inappropriate times, it will become a crime. When I am alone, I like it very much. Think about something quietly, let your thoughts wander around, and let your mood change freely. Living in this world, many things are unexpected for us. When these things happen, how do we face them? This is something we have been learning all our lives. When you are mature, you will get through it easily. When you are immature, it will be difficult for you to cross over. But after you cross over, you will mature a lot. Don't blame anyone or anything, don't give yourself excuses and reasons. God has also given each of us a pair of hands. How to use it will determine what results you will get. How can you experience the joy of success if you have never experienced failure? Life has given us too many things and given us too much to think about. Now looking at the life I once lived, from those memories, I found that life has given me a lot of joy and sadness; life has inspired me: as long as you use your heart Treat every day as more than just colorful! After experiencing success and setbacks again and again, life tells me: life is intertwined with success and failure. Only when you live in the "handover" of failure and success can you not appear calm, be full of vitality, and embody life. The value of... After each "ups and downs", you will have a deeper understanding of life. When I feel the care of others and indulge in warm emotions, life tells me: the most beautiful and holy things in the world It is the care of others. If you want to use money to measure everything in this world, then this is the only priceless thing in the world! And happiness is knowing how to be satisfied and cherish when you are in this care. When I experienced the baptism of ups and downs and left a string of lonely footprints on the road of life, I truly understood: life is ultimately about Rely on yourself! Time is still running tirelessly, now and in the future; take life seriously and understand the thoughts it gives you, because every thought life gives us is the true meaning of life! Understand, understand how to think about the thoughts that life gives you, and everything will be calm and clear. 6. Write a composition of no less than 400 words about something worth thinking about.

A composition about something worth thinking about is 500 words. 600 words. 400 words. 300 words. Sixth grade

In my memory, there are thousands of things that moved me, like a beautiful star, so dazzling that I can't get rid of it. Among these stars, one is even more dazzling.

When I was 5 years old, one sunny morning, my cousin and I happily ran to the grass where my grandfather was hoeing. The flowers were so beautiful and the weather was so sunny. We were so happy. Playing in the fields, there was a golden color everywhere, and the continuous fragrance of rapeseed flowers soaked into our nostrils. I saw a beautiful dandelion in the far field, so I ran over to pick it, but unexpectedly stepped on a piece of pine. Soil, so I slid down the field ridge and fell into the sloping rapeseed field. My feet stung, and I heard my cousin calling to grandpa!

The dewdrops on the flowers have evaporated, and the sun’s face is getting brighter and brighter. The hot sunlight shines on me, and I can’t open my eyes. The pain in my feet got worse and worse, and I fainted!

When I woke up, I vaguely saw my grandfather’s face, and my ears echoed with my grandfather’s anxious sigh. Seeing that I woke up, my grandfather asked me anxiously: “Where does your whole body hurt?” I felt like pinpricks in my feet, and I replied: "

Feet, my feet hurt!" Grandpa looked at my feet and fiddled with them. I felt as if I was killing a pig. Howl. Grandpa sighed and said: "The bones of my feet are broken! What should I do?!"! At this time, grandpa thought of one of his comrades, a highly skilled military doctor, but he was in Zhaojiacun, a dozen roads away, but without saying a word, grandpa just carried me and ran towards Zhaojiacun!

I felt the pain on my grandpa’s back slowly subsided, and a ray of warmth soaked into my whole body; the mountain road was winding and very quiet, and I heard the rustling of leaves and grandpa’s heavy footsteps as I walked. We walked up one hillside after another, and my grandfather's sweat soaked through his clothes, and then soaked into my clothes. The sun slowly set on the top of the mountain, and night gradually came. Grandpa finally arrived at Zhaojiacun and met his comrades. After a night of treatment by this grandfather, , my injury is better!

Grandpa stayed up all night, and then he carried me home on his back. After returning home, he took good care of me. Seeing my grandfather's hard work, I shed tears of gratitude!

Many years have passed since this incident, and it has always been in my mind. Every time I think about it, I will be grateful to Grandpa from the bottom of my heart! 7. Essay on Something Worth Thinking

I remember a year ago, it was a Saturday morning. My mother and I took the bus to go to my aunt’s house. On the bus, we encountered something surprising. An unforgettable thing that made me think.

When the car arrived at a stop, many people came up, including fat ones, thin ones, tall ones, short ones, from rural areas and from cities, all swarmed up. Car, keep driving forward.

At this time, I saw a seven or eight-year-old little girl next to me rubbing her eyes as hard as she could, until her eyes turned red. I quickly took her hand and said, "Little sister, you are petty!" She glared and said, "Bah! You are so 'petty'!" I was scolded incomprehensibly and looked away in a dignified manner.

After a while, an old uncle, who probably had a recurrence of liver disease, took the medicine to treat liver disease and put it in his mouth. An aunt said with concern: "Uncle, you are a little sweetheart!" When the old uncle heard this, his beard stood up and he said angrily: "You are a pervert, call me 'little sweetheart'!" The aunt blushed. , I really can’t laugh or cry.

It turns out that the little girl and the uncle are both from the countryside, and "small-minded" and "careful" are words they are used to hearing. The little girl mistook my reminder to "be careful about rubbing your eyes" as scolding her; the old uncle mistook my aunt's concern - "be careful to protect your liver" - as teasing him.

Alas, it’s all our fault that we were impatient and didn’t explain our meaning clearly, causing them to misunderstand. Speaking is also knowledge.

My mother told my little sister and uncle what my aunt and I meant. They suddenly realized and apologized profusely. The uncle seemed very uncomfortable and said to himself: "Oh, people are getting old and making jokes again."

This incident caused me to think deeply: people often complain about their " "Good intentions" are regarded as "donkey liver and lungs". Why does this result happen? I think that the responsibility does not necessarily lie entirely with the other party. We should also look for the reasons from ourselves. China is a country with ancient civilization and beautiful mountains and rivers. However, with the destruction of the environment, China has been dragged into a world of garbage.

On the highway, cars full of goods were running fast, and rows of poisonous gas came out of the cars, making the road "dark clouds"; a harsh sound came into the classroom It made the quiet scene so noisy that it couldn't calm down for a long time, and went to the hospital to scare the patients into panic... It's surprising that this little noise can cause so much trouble. Look at the people begging on Sunshine Road, throwing their finished fruit peels everywhere, and some people throwing their finished plastic bottles everywhere... We must reduce environmental damage and drive the garbage away.

Let’s unite hand in hand for a beautiful homeland and let’s work together. There was a poor man who cried bitterly in front of the Buddha because he didn’t have enough food and clothing to keep him warm. He told about the hardship of life and worked hard every day. He was almost dead from exhaustion but could not earn much money. After crying for a long time, he suddenly began to complain: "This society is so unfair. Why do the rich live leisurely and leisurely every day, while the poor should suffer and suffer every day?" Buddha asked with a smile: " What do you think is fair?" The poor man said hurriedly: "If you want the rich to be as poor as me and do the same work, I won't complain if the rich are still rich." Buddha nodded and said: "Okay! "After that, the Buddha turned a rich man into a man as poor as a poor man.

He also gave their family a mountain. The coal dug out every day could be sold on the same day to buy food, and the mountain of coal was dug out within a month. The poor man dug together with the rich man. The poor man was used to doing rough work, and coal mining was a piece of cake for him. Soon he dug a cart of coal, took it to the market and sold it for money. With the money, he bought all the coal. I bought something delicious and took it home to satisfy my wife and children’s cravings.

The rich have never done heavy work. They dig for a while and stop for a while, and they are sweating profusely from exhaustion. In the evening, he reluctantly dug out a cart and took it to the market to buy. With the money he got, he only bought a few hard buns and kept the rest.

The next day the poor got up early and started digging coal, while the rich went to the market. After a while, two poor people were brought back. These two poor people were big and round. They started digging coal for the rich man without saying a word, while the rich man stood aside and supervised.

In just one morning, the rich man directed the two poor people to dig out several carts of coal. The rich man sold the coal and hired a few coolies. At the end of the day, in addition to paying the workers, he also The remaining money is several times more than what the poor earn. A month passed quickly. The poor people only dug a corner of the coal mountain. The money they earned every day was used to buy delicious food and drink, and there was basically no leftover.

The rich man had already ordered the workers to dig out the coal mountains and made a lot of money. He used the money to invest in business and soon became a rich man again. As you can imagine, the poor no longer complain.

Success does not lie in how many people you win, but in how many people you share your interests with and how many people you help. The more people you share with, the more people you help, and the wider the places you serve, the greater your chances of success! Spreading positive energy is also due to you! When we wake up every day, we wonder if we will have a sense of crisis. We rest on our existing achievements without worrying. In that case, we will always be eliminated by the times. This issue is worth thinking about.

On the African savannah, there are a group of lions and a group of antelopes. When the antelopes wake up every day, the first thing they do is think about this question: "Will I be eaten by a lion today?" "The question that the lion thinks about when he wakes up every day is: "Will I be less than an antelope today?" Therefore, these two animals have to start arduous training in order to survive. This question is worth it. think. In life, we will inevitably encounter some annoying problems. Impulse is the way to "solve" these problems. When we want to do these things, we have to stop what we are doing and think about whether we are doing this right. The other party, is it worth it for us to do this? If we don’t have time to think about how to solve this problem, we may make irreparable mistakes.

This question is worth thinking about. Once when I went out, I came across a beautiful flower. It had pure white petals with a hint of light pink at the tips. The stamens were that kind of indescribable yellow. How beautiful! So, I had the urge to transplant it home. Unexpectedly, my mother stopped me: "My child, I have never thought that the flower has adapted to the natural law of 'survival of the fittest'. If you transplant it If you go home, you will cultivate it into a flower in the greenhouse. If one day, disaster strikes, it will definitely die. If you transplant it home, won't you harm it? "Yes! We don't want to be warm.

8. A 500-word essay on something worth thinking about Come on

China is a country with ancient civilization and beautiful mountains and rivers. However, with the destruction of the environment, China has been dragged into a world of garbage.

On the highway, cars full of goods were running fast, and rows of poisonous gas came out of the cars, making the road "dark clouds"; a harsh sound came into the classroom It made the quiet scene so noisy that it couldn't calm down for a long time, and went to the hospital and frightened each patient into panic... It's surprising that this little noise can cause so much trouble.

Look at the beggars on Sunshine Road, throwing their finished fruit peels everywhere, and some people throwing their finished plastic bottles everywhere...

We need to reduce environmental damage and keep the garbage out of reach. For a beautiful homeland, let us unite hand in hand and let's work!

It happened two years ago. That morning, my mother and I took the bus to my aunt's house. On the way, something happened that I will never forget.

When the car arrived at a stop, many people came up, including fat ones, thin ones, tall ones, short ones, from rural areas and from cities, all swarmed up.

Car, keep driving forward. At this time, I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl next to me rubbing her eyes as hard as she could, until her eyes turned red. I quickly took her hand and said, "Little sister, you are petty!" She glared and said, "Bah! You are so 'petty'!" I was scolded incomprehensibly and looked away in a dignified manner. After a while, an old uncle, who probably had a recurrence of liver disease, took some medicine to treat liver disease and put it in his mouth. An aunt said with concern: "Uncle, you are a little sweetheart!" When the old uncle heard this, his beard stood up and he said angrily: "You are a pervert, call me 'little sweetheart'!" The aunt blushed. , I really can’t laugh or cry.

It turns out that the little girl and the uncle are both from the countryside, and "small-minded" and "careful" are words they are used to hearing. The little girl mistook my reminder to "be careful about rubbing your eyes" as scolding her; the old uncle mistook my aunt's concern - "be careful to protect your liver" - as teasing him. Alas, it's all our fault that we were impatient and didn't explain our meaning clearly, causing them to misunderstand. Speaking is also knowledge.

My mother told my little sister and uncle what my aunt and I meant. They suddenly realized and apologized profusely. The uncle seemed very uncomfortable and said to himself: "Oh, people are getting old and making jokes again."

This incident caused me to think deeply: people often complain about their " "Good intentions" are regarded as "donkey liver and lungs". Why does this result happen? I think that the responsibility does not necessarily lie entirely with the other party. We should also look for the reasons from ourselves. 9. One thing worth thinking about (the emphasis is on thinking) composition

I remember a year ago, it was a Saturday morning. My mother and I took the bus to go to my aunt’s house. On the bus, I encountered something unforgettable that made me think.

When the bus arrived at a stop, many people came up, including fat ones, thin ones, tall ones, short ones, from rural areas and from cities, all swarmed up.

Car, keep driving forward. At this time, I saw a seven or eight-year-old little girl next to me rubbing her eyes as hard as she could, until her eyes turned red. I quickly took her hand and said, "Little sister, you are petty!" She stared and said, "Bah! You are so 'petty'!" I was scolded incomprehensibly and looked away in a sullen voice. After a while, an old uncle, who probably had a recurrence of liver disease, took some medicine to treat liver disease and put it in his mouth. An aunt said with concern: "Uncle, you are a little sweetheart!" When the old uncle heard this, his beard stood up and he said angrily: "You are a pervert, call me 'little sweetheart'!" The aunt blushed deeply. , I really can’t laugh or cry.

It turns out that the little girl and the uncle are both from the countryside, and "small-minded" and "careful" are words they are used to hearing. The little girl mistook my reminder to "be careful about rubbing your eyes" as scolding her; the old uncle mistook my aunt's concern - "be careful to protect your liver" - as teasing him. Alas, it's all our fault that we were impatient and didn't explain our meaning clearly, causing them to misunderstand. Speaking is also knowledge.

My mother told my little sister and uncle what my aunt and I meant. They suddenly realized and apologized profusely.

The uncle seemed very uncomfortable and said to himself: "Oh, people are getting old and making jokes again."

This incident caused me to think deeply: people often complain about their " "Good intentions" are regarded as "donkey liver and lungs". Why does this result? I think that the responsibility does not necessarily lie entirely with the other party. We should also look for the reasons from ourselves.