Eight essays, more than 450 words, the topic is not allowed to be Chinese New Year and writing about small animals.

If I don't read this book, I'm afraid I will never feel the preciousness of eyes and ears, but after reading this book, I am more grateful to the author Helen? Keller's admiration.

Helen? Keller can get out of adversity without the help of her beloved teacher, Miss Sullivan, but what is more important is her own love for life. Although her eyes can't see the bright sun, her heart can still feel the beauty and brilliance of the sun. However, I always feel that others can't pass me and hinder me. I have always felt that the sun is so dazzling and it is so normal for the sun to rise. Helen said: A person should be allowed to be blind for a few days when he is an adult. Yes, Helen is right. How can we know the value of light without experiencing the horror of darkness?

Helen often wonders why her friend walked in the forest for an hour and found nothing. To her, things in the forest are so interesting and lovely. If it were me, maybe I would just feel that the air here is fresh and have no other thoughts.

Speaking is a piece of cake for us. But for Helen, speaking is simply more difficult than heaven. Being able to speak is an honor, an honor and a happy thing. Unable to speak, she is eager to communicate with people with the quick "tool" of "speaking".

If I had been born a few years earlier, I would have tried my best to be friends with Helen. The premise of being friends with her is honesty and not cheating, which is the basic moral behavior that each of us should learn. I once thought, if I were Helen, what would I do? Do you cry and complain about the injustice of heaven all day, or do you stand up in the face of adversity? I might choose the former. But I sincerely hope that I am the latter.

My candy age

The cold mints have melted in my mouth, but the fresh feeling still lingers between my lips and teeth ... In a trance, I seem to see my sweet candy memories again. -inscription

Colored lollipop

When I was very young, I didn't know what a lollipop was, but I often saw other children holding their parents' hands and sucking the sugar juice happily. This kind of happiness makes me envy. So I started pestering my mother for candy. The first time I ate a lollipop, I felt so mysterious. Peel off the pleated candy paper, and the ball inside is very beautiful and attractive. I can't wait to put it in my mouth, very sweet, very sweet. I looked up and looked at my parents happily. Meanwhile, my parents looked at me lovingly. Unmodified affection may be brought to me by lollipops!

Pure white silky toffee

I'm old, and I'm crazy about white and soft toffee. Every time I see white toffee, I feel a little happy. I will watch it for a long time, and then I will sigh and say, "What a pity!" Such a delicious soup will melt! "Therefore, I also have the title of a little greedy ghost. When toffee melts slowly, I will close my eyes and think: isn't toffee like a candle? Sacrifice yourself and bring a good life to others. Maybe the world is as white as toffee. ......

Transparent fruit candy

Later, after school, I met a girl who likes to eat fruit candy, so my love for milk candy was replaced by fruit candy, hehe. Very transparent and flexible. But unfortunately, my good friend also lost uwi in her long childhood. When I left, I gave her a bag of fruit candy, which sparkled in the sun and gave off colorful light. Perhaps, our pure friendship is as transparent as fruit candy.

X Now I am still obsessed with the candy world, and candy has always been my favorite. My candy era will always be deductive, and innocence, sunshine and transparency will always accompany me. ......

That told me that the ordinary is the greatest.

Whenever I read Poems of Magnolia, I can't help crying. This reminds me of my grandmother who loved me the most when I was a child. Counting by fingers, grandma has been dead for seven years. When I read this poem, I seem to smell the fragrance of orchids again. ...

My grandmother always loved to pin a magnolia on her chest before her death, and the fragrance of magnolia often hovered in front of my nose. When I was a child, I always loved to lie in my grandmother's arms, count the stars in the sky and listen to her recall the past. Grandma's arms are warm and fresh. I can't forget the scent of magnolia. It can be said that Magnolia accompanied me to sleep; Count the stars with me; Spend my childhood with me. I will never forget the magnolia flower that night.

One summer night, my grandmother and I enjoyed the cool in the shade as usual. I threw myself into grandma's arms and pestered her to tell me stories. When my eyes rested on grandma's chest, that magnolia aroused my curiosity. It is a magnolia with yellow in white. It looks very small, especially beautiful in the dim moonlight. I put my nose close to it and smelled it carefully. The special fragrance of orchids suddenly came to my face. It is neither as elegant as a rose nor as charming as a peony. It is just ordinary, quietly emitting its own unique fragrance, unlike a hundred flowers blooming. Just be yourself. This is one of the reasons why I like Magnolia, not only because of her fragrance, but also because of her gentleness. Her motives; Her obscurity ... the biggest reason is orchids. I found my grandmother's shadow, which may be a kind of spiritual trust! My grandmother is like this magnolia, so pure, just being herself in obscurity, never showing off herself, so unpretentious, without too many decorative words and words to dress herself up.

Actually, that's my grandmother. Not a celebrity, she is just an ordinary housewife. My grandmother, like a blooming magnolia, will bloom in in my heart forever!

This is my grandmother and Yulan that I will never forget, because I know that ordinary is great!

Collective honor is above everything else.

"One, two, three!" "ah! Oh, it is broken again. It is not good to shake the rope. Although it is noon now, we still have to be nervous because there is a game in the afternoon. This competition is related to our teamwork, tacit understanding and so on. Although we practice repeatedly, we can see that many people have backache. After watching this scene, I almost thought that "the moment of witnessing failure" came in the afternoon.

But look at those unyielding faces, and the sweat as big as beans is mixed into the ground. How can I get a sad word?

At this time, three instructors came. Class teacher, Chinese teacher, computer practice teacher. Go hand in hand I gave a general hint. Finally, I found a loophole-the original person who shook the rope had a bad tacit understanding. Really hit the key of the dream person, and I feel the same way. But it seems that failure and we don't want to be apart. We failed several times. Now everyone is depressed. The teacher also gave up the chance to compete with other classes, only such a slim chance! It doesn't matter how much the countdown is, just try your best. But I don't think so. The fire of youth in my heart is always lingering and my blood is boiling.

Finally, in the afternoon, what we didn't want to do: jump rope, when the class teacher came to do the last training. Obviously, the person who shook the rope changed, and everyone jumped together, and then a miracle happened. Everyone on the field was stunned. I jumped more than forty times at once, and my confidence doubled. The teacher also encouraged us to buy me books and water to drink. Now ... Ha ha! Look at our power generation strength!

Started trying to jump, and we succeeded one after another. The first jump begins. Our hearts are beating, wow! I jumped 54 times at once. I am very excited.

On the way back, the students joked, but I got it:

When people attach importance to collective honor, everyone will work together in Qixin. Overcome all difficulties.

On the way back, I thought about my own shortcomings, but I also got a truth: collective honor is above everything else.

Chess is interesting.

Just after dinner in the afternoon, I got into a fight with my cousin, and I was "killed" every day and couldn't do anything.

First of all, I gave my cousin a "pawn gun" so that he could only use one "bumper"-Hercules. I was too picky, saw the flaw and called out "car". When my cousin saw it, he panicked and his face was covered with dirt. He immediately transferred the general and moved him aside. At this point, it is easier to kill the general. You only need eight steps to die.

So I went through five levels, killed six generals and killed my cousin's lair. I said yes! But in my excitement, I didn't see a horse beside me. I got a horseshoe and my car was kicked out of the battlefield. I wanted to come back, so I used my golden words to get back, and the result ended in failure.

I was very unhappy and indignant, thinking: I must also beat my cousin's car out of the water, let his car escape from the battlefield and avenge my car.

Revenge is a dish that should be eaten cold. I will slowly kill my cousin's car. Now the goal is much clearer. Kill the car first, then kill the others. After some fighting, our side is still very strong, but the enemy is few. I immediately dispatched troops, which was unstoppable. Then, a game of enemy chess was played out of the battlefield. Cousin had to give up.

But he was not convinced and wanted to come with me. I said, "You are sure to lose the next set anyway." My cousin said, "How did you know that before? It seems that you are the messenger of the future! " "

The two of us started a fierce battle again. My cousin's car made me feel at a loss, making me block left and block right, retreating left and right, being cornered one by one, being kicked out of the battlefield one by one and being beaten out of the water one by one.

"I lost!" I said sadly. But I was persuaded, because I also learned a life truth, modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind. In my future life, I will no longer be proud, but modest. A game of chess can embody such a truth. There are still many mysteries worth exploring and discovering in later life.

Make pumpkin pie

Pumpkin pie, I think everyone has eaten it. However, have you done it yourself? I made it myself at noon today.

I wash the pumpkin carefully first, then carefully cut it into small pieces and put it in a pot to burn. After waiting for a few minutes, I scooped the pumpkin out of the pot and pounded it into mud. Then when the pumpkin is cold, I take out some flour and mix it with pumpkin mud, and then make the mixed mud into pumpkin pie. Soon, a small and exquisite pumpkin pie appeared in front of my eyes.

However, this is only half way through. Next, we will carry out a "huge project"-fried pumpkin pie.

I first turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot. When the oil kept "spitting" bubbles in the pot, I put a pumpkin pie in the pot and fried it. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the pot, which scared me to hide for a long time, for fear that I would be blown up by the "jump" from the pot. After a while, the voice was a little lower. I slowly moved over, picked up a spatula and turned the pumpkin pie over. When its coat turns golden and bulges, I can cook it. With the last experience, the next step is very convenient. Before long, there was a pile of golden pumpkin pie on the plate.

Looking at this crispy pumpkin pie makes my mouth water. Without saying anything, I immediately caught one, "Wow, it's so hot!" I shouted it out. However, this pumpkin pie is crisp, fragrant and sweet, delicious! I am like a hungry wolf, enjoying my food to the fullest. I wolfed them down, and before long, I "destroyed" them all.

This pumpkin pie, because I made it myself, is particularly meaningful, so it smells so good.

Do the housework

On Saturday morning, I was awakened by a noisy sound. It is still dark, accompanied by hazy night. I thought: Who made the noise so early?

At about 6: 30, it gradually dawned and the light shone through the curtains. I got up in a hurry and went out of the room to see my mother busy doing housework. Mom said, "Well, I'm very busy this week. Those who didn't come to do housework have to do it now. " So I also come to help my mother with the housework.

There is so much housework. The clothes were not washed and the floor was not mopped. The floor in the room should be wiped. We started washing clothes and immediately threw ourselves into the "battle". Although I have washed my clothes several times, I am still not skilled. After washing several times, I was covered in water. It seems that I have to change this one after washing clothes. So, my mother taught me the tricks of washing clothes: rubbing, rubbing and brushing.

After learning the tricks of washing clothes, I began to fight on. I'll fill the washbasin with water first and soak my clothes. Because the water was too cold, I hesitated for a moment, then I got up the courage to put my hand into the water. According to the method taught by my mother, I added some washing powder, rubbed it a few times with my hands, then brushed it with a brush, rubbed it hard with my hands, removed the dirt from my clothes, washed the cuffs and corners, and finally washed it with clean water, even if I tied the clothes.

Then my mother and I mop the floor together. After working for more than an hour, with the concerted efforts of my mother's Qi Xin and me, we finally finished the housework and the home was completely new. Although I am very tired, I am also proud of my contribution.

Through doing housework this time, I felt my mother's hard work. I think I should do more for my family and share the hard work for my mother.

Boring Saturday

Saturday, which I have been thinking about day and night, must have arrived, but I never thought that the boring day began.

Wake up in the morning and open the curtains. I thought the warm sunshine would shine in, but who knows, there was a cool breeze blowing head-on and it was raining outside. It's been five days. This cool feeling not only makes my whole body tremble, it's just like the cold on TV, so cold! It's cold!

So, at nine o'clock, I hid under the covers and watched boring TV programs, feeling bored. Finally, I couldn't help it, but it was too late. I found that although I was wearing a heavy coat, my body still couldn't help shivering and I couldn't write good words at all. My handwriting is either bent in the neck or twisted in the waist, which is terrible!

At this time, I seemed to think of something again and ran directly to the computer room. Then, I plug in the power, turn on the host, and so on. But the "problem" in the computer surprised me even more: almost no one is online on QQ; DNF update and maintenance; 2 144 mini-games have no new games ... and the computer has let me down.

My stomach growled (what a disappointing thing), so I went downstairs to eat. Then I was in a daze, watching the rainy gray and faint sky until lunch.

Afternoon is also very boring (really speechless ...). First, I went to a cram school. After returning home, I went to play computer, but my father occupied me. In desperation, I went to write my homework (composition), but I didn't have any inspiration and didn't know what to write (God, help me! ! ), and finally sat at my desk for an hour. ...

This Saturday, I don't know what it means, a boring Saturday, a blank Saturday, and a helpless Saturday.

I can't forget that.

I feel very sorry every time I see my homework. When I saw my homework again today, I couldn't help thinking of an incident in primary school, which is still fresh in my memory.

That was when I was in the third grade. I brought a game machine and played hard in class ... One day passed and I sank into the plot of the game. I knew nothing about my homework and went home.

The next day, the team leader came to me for homework. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't written my homework yet. I haven't written a word yet. I can't help it I said to the tour leader, "I left it at home." I'll ask my parents to deliver it at noon, okay? " The team leader listened and left without saying anything. My excited heart was also put down, thinking: there is a music class in the morning. I'm not going there. I'll go as soon as I finish copying. I thought about it, thought it was a clever plan, and began to work.

When the music class arrived, I waited until all my classmates left, "stole" the homework of the first talented woman in our class and began to write wildly.

Copy to copy, the in the mind more and more nervous. After copying math, I "stole" the homework of the first gifted scholar with a nervous heart, and started copying without saying anything. I thought to myself: hee hee! Now that my homework is almost finished, I am still doing it in the dark, and I am worthy of being a "plagiarist"! My heart is not uneasy, but victory.

But I have no idea. At the same time, I did an earth-shattering event-playing truant! The music teacher called the head teacher, who listened. Hurry from the office to the classroom.

And I, still stupidly copying, unconsciously, I finished copying my homework and looked up. The head teacher stood in front of me, his mouth tilted, smiled at me a few times and said, "Hu Enhao, you are very smart!" " "

I didn't hear the irony at that time and said, "No!"

Who knows, the head teacher's face suddenly changed, which made me afraid to face it. I looked down and bumped into the head teacher's eyes. I thought: no, there is no fire in the paper. Did she see what I just did?

The head teacher gave me a hard stare and said nothing. I just feel burning on my face and sweating on my back. I also feel that the classroom is full of terror. After a while, the bell rang. The head teacher told me to go back to my seat and said, "I'll wait for you in the office next class."

I watched it, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't listen carefully in class. I just think these forty minutes are as long as forty years. I finally finished my class and crept to the office. I really have fifteen barrels in my heart-so anxious.

I walked into the office.

All the teachers looked up at me and went to work. I went to the head teacher, who severely criticized me in front of all the teachers. I feel very unhappy. However, after the teacher criticized me, I also went back to the classroom, sat there in frustration, bowed my head and said nothing, which happened to be the class teacher's class.

She walked into the classroom and did nothing. In front of the whole class, she said to me, "I was angry just now and didn't take care of your feelings." Sorry! "

After listening to this, I felt a warm current in my heart and thought: the class teacher actually cares about me! It was wrong of me to do so.

After class, the head teacher came to my place, sat next to me and said to me earnestly, "Copying homework is a bad behavior. You skip class because you copy homework, and steal others' homework because you copy others' homework." You are a clever man. Think about it. Is this right? I hope there is no next time. "

I listened and nodded solemnly.

Looking back, I sighed and said to myself, "I really shouldn't." Looking at my homework, I began to write seriously. ..............

Guanjinmao building

Shanghai is a world-famous big city, and there must be countless people who have been to Shanghai. Some people come to do business, while others come to travel. Speaking of tourism, Jinmao Tower is a tourist attraction.

The 88th floor of Jinmao Building * * *, I've only heard of it before, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. According to my guess: it should be a tall and straight building. I don't know when, Jinmao Tower has appeared in front of my eyes. Its shape is somewhat similar to my guess: the huge trunk rises to the sky, just like a steel giant, standing on this rich land of Shanghai. It is covered with silver armor, and under the refraction of the sun's light, it emits dazzling light, attracting many tourists to stop and stare. I was completely "confused" by it, forgetting the world and myself. I followed my parents to the elevator. This elevator is really fast, rising 9 meters per second. Otherwise, we won't be able to get to the 88th floor until the Year of the Monkey. When you get out of the elevator, the first thing you see is all kinds of souvenirs. I can't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful here!"

Suddenly my eyes lit up and I found a new thing that looked like an astronomical telescope. I put in a dollar coin and put my eyes together. The building ten miles away clearly appeared in front of my eyes, close at hand. I can see the Oriental Pearl at a glance. It's amazing! My curiosity prompted me to rush to the counter and look at every item carefully.

It's getting dark, and I'm reluctant to go, bringing back a good mood and sunset glow all the way. Jinmao Tower is really interesting. I will visit again next time.