I need an article about 500 words about gifts.

It was a cold winter day. I want to celebrate my birthday and invited many children. After mom served the birthday cake, friends took out presents one after another. I opened it and looked at it, huh! My friends gave me all kinds of gifts, such as glass balls, wishing bottles and dolls ... I said, "Let's eat cake!" " ""good! All right! "As we cut the cake, Jingyi, who has always been quiet, walked away. I saw something was on her mind and went out. I asked her why she didn't eat cake with everyone. She said, "My friends gave me very exquisite gifts, but I didn't give you a decent gift." At this time, she took out a bag with some flowers painted on it and handed it to me and said, "Yifan, this is my gift to you." Although it is not as exquisite as the gift from other friends, I made it for you myself. I hope you don't dislike it. " "Jing Yi, this is what you gave me, and you made it yourself. How can I abandon it? Don't worry, I will take good care of it. " At this moment, a smile appeared on Jing Yi's face. When she smiled, my heart was as sweet as honey. We walked into my house hand in hand. I cut her a cake with flowers on it She was very moved and said thank you to me. After eating the cake, it was getting late, so I sent my friend and Jing Yi to my door. Static grace looked at me, that kind of eyes is that she has never seen before, she seems to want to say something to me, but the words to her mouth and pharynx back, I nodded to her, she turned and walked away. I immediately ran home and took out Jingyi's present. I saw a small card carefully made by her, which read: "Happy birthday, Yifan!"! When I celebrate your birthday, you will know that I am going to transfer. I told my parents to leave after my birthday. Maybe I left when you saw the card. I'll write to you when I get to Beijing. " At this time, tears have blurred my eyes, how I want to get her back! But it's too late. With the whistle of the train, she left me forever.

I waited for her for five years after she left, but I didn't receive a letter from her. I think maybe we will never meet again in this life, but I will always remember our friendship and this special gift.

It was the day before Children's Day in 2003, and our Class 2 (4) was going to have a "June 1" party. My mother carefully prepared a joke for me and said, "As long as you can tell this joke on the stage and make the whole class laugh, my mother will give you a football!" " "My mother knows that I am timid and my oral expression ability is poor. But this time, I put all my eggs in one basket for football. I tried it several times at home and decided to surprise my mother. In the evening, I had a dream that I was standing in the center of the stage, my voice just fell lightly and gracefully, and the students applauded and laughed my head off.

The next day, I came to school and the party finally started. I feel good and confident when I see the students in front of me perform successfully. Somehow, when I heard "Chen Peizhuo", my legs were weak with fear, but I walked onto the platform. Because of the heavy psychological burden, I speak in a low voice and I can't speak clearly. I finished the joke quickly. At that time, the class was so noisy that even the students in the front row couldn't understand it, let alone joke. I'm disappointed. Alas! It seems that football is hopeless. Why am I so stupid?

After school, I saw a familiar figure coming to me, holding a football in his left hand, a black and white football with a diameter of about 20 cm and the words "Adidas" written on it. The ball looks very new and exquisite, which is just right for me. "Mom" I rushed to her. "Needless to say, you have enough courage to stand on the podium. This is for you. " My mother's comforting words made me feel warm for the first time. I was so excited that I cried in my mother's arms.

Needless to say, in the following days, my beloved football entered my after-school life. One day, I kicked the ball into the sewer and it washed away along the sewer. My heart thumped, and an ominous sign struck my heart. Since then, my beloved football has left me. I feel deeply saddened myself and regret it very, very much. When I got home, my mother didn't criticize me.

A few days later, "Ding-dong, Ding-dong." "Who is it?" I opened the door. Mom stood at the door: a football in her left hand, a black and white football with a diameter of about 20 cm, which read "Adidas" ... "Ah!" I almost made a noise. I have always believed that "men don't flick when they have tears", and now their eyes are moist.

This football has always been with me; This football has given me infinite warm love; This football left a deep impression on me. Whenever I think about it, I will smile from my heart. Because it is full of my mother's hope for my growth, it is the best gift my mother gave me, and I will never forget it.