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Let the true feelings naturally reveal the 450-word excellent encyclopedia of grade six (I) "The world has its own true feelings, and the true feelings are all over the world." In life, we can see a lot of true feelings: for example, on the bus, big brother gave his seat to grandpa, and big sister helped grandma cross the road ... There are true feelings everywhere in the world.

I suddenly thought of those children in poor mountainous areas. Most of their parents go out to work, and only grandparents accompany them. They go to school by mountain road every day. Their food is only pickles, and they have to take care of the elderly at home. They lead a hard life. However, some people know that their life is very hard and volunteer to help them, so groups of volunteers go into the mountains to help them, care about their lives, care about them and give them warmth. Let the children with inferiority walk out of the shadow of loneliness and become lively and cheerful children. The students in our class formed a team with Huang's classmates and became their good friends. They share interesting things with them. Whenever the festival comes, the students organize to visit them together and bring them gifts, including school supplies, daily necessities and toys ... they are all very happy. On Children's Day, the school held an activity, and we invited Huang's classmates to participate in the activity. We care about them and give them warmth.

A few days ago, Ms. Li's bag was taken away by thieves on the streets of Hangzhou. She shouted, "Stop the thief!" "The people around you put down their hands and ran across the street. Everyone helped Ms. Li get her bag back. Finally, the bag was taken back and the thief was subdued. Ms. Li thanked everyone very much and said, "A group of strangers can help her at a critical moment. She feels that society still has positive energy. "

There are true feelings in society, and there are true feelings everywhere in the world. Everyone helps each other and cares about each other, so the truth is all over the world!

Let the true feelings show naturally. Since childhood, there have been countless true feelings between my friends and me, especially between my mother and me.

I still remember that day in the early morning, it was dawn and the earth was covered with a layer of white gauze. Looking around, it is white. I'm going to my sister's house.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, my mother's eager voice came: "Don't go yet, I'll take you there." My mother is as stubborn as an old cow, and no amount of assurance will help. Helpless, I had to promise her. But I am puzzled: my sister's house is not far away, why should I send it?

Came to the main road, the road is still filled with long-lasting white fog. My mother took my hand and told me to walk on the right. I took my mother's rough hand and couldn't calm down for a long time. I think my mother once had a pair of delicate hands, but she was calloused by more than ten years of hard life. Thick calluses have long been as difficult to heal as sarcoma.

Walking across the street, my mother whispered to me, "son, do you understand why I came to see you off today?" In fact, mom also wants you to go to your sister's house alone. However, there is heavy fog today, and I am still a little uneasy. "Say that finish, my mother gently shook my hand and bowed her head.

When I heard my mother's words, I couldn't help feeling sour, and tears kept spinning in my eyes. I also bowed my head. ...

I looked up, and the rising sun in the east shone on the earth, and the fog could not resist shyness and gradually dispersed. I saw the wrinkles on my mother's forehead, and I also vaguely saw a few strands of silver in my thick black hair.

In a blink of an eye, my sister's house arrived. Mom just let go of my hand and watched me walk into my sister's house safely, then turned around and went home quietly. ...

Looking at my mother's lonely back, I once again lost in thought, and my heart was sour again, and tears began to swirl in my eyes. This time, I cried. ...

Let the true feelings reveal the composition naturally. It was a hot summer day. I rushed to the school fish pond regardless of everything.

I see a hill made of stone in the distance. It looks tall and strong. Look at the pond again, your lovely goldfish. The heat in summer seems to have abated a lot. I sat on the mountain waiting for my classmates to discuss and study with me.

I am a naughty boy. I climbed the mountain for a while, walked for a while, and half a ring passed. The classmates haven't come yet, and school will be over soon. I couldn't sit still, so I picked up my exercise book and rushed to the school gate. All the rules against running on campus come from the clouds.

At this moment, a long branch came out of nowhere and tripped me. I tripped over a dog and bit into the mud. "Bah!" It's disgusting to eat a mouthful of mud before the school is cleared.

At this time, I feel that my flexible feet can't run as fast as before. I shouted, "Help! Help! " At this time, a passing classmate helped me up and we walked out of the school gate together.

"Who are you?" I asked. "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I helped you," he said. "Thank you," I said.

I don't know his name until now, but his sentence "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I helped you." But in my heart.

From then on, whenever I meet a classmate who has difficulties, I will think of this sentence and help them silently.

Let the true feelings show naturally. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, until infinity. All I can do is wait for my mother's call. Because my mother promised to go home and bring me Beijing roast duck. For this reason, I gave up a lot of delicious food, waiting for Beijing roast duck.

Mom didn't come. A minute passed, and I was surprised. Why is it so slow to roast a roast duck and cut a roast duck? Too slow! It's been three hours. Finally, when I was waiting for three hours and a quarter, the phone rang. My mother's phone call broke my despair for three hours. It's half past five. Oh, my God, I'm starving. Luckily, the phone rang. But fate always plays tricks on people. I hurried downstairs, and my mother handed me two big live fish, a big bag of flour and a whole goose. Oh, my God, it's all raw. Can't eat at all.

I went upstairs with fish, and my mother went to get Beijing roast duck! I watched the fish alive and kicking happily, and my mind was dead, and my waiting time began again. After 20 minutes, the sun sets outside the window. Mom hasn't come yet, how time is so slow, how bad the roast duck is, and how long it will take mom to go home. Finally, someone knocked at the door and mom came back! Here comes my roast duck! I'm relieved. Perfect. Beijing roast duck, delicious!

Let the true feelings show naturally (Chapter 5) We wander between two points and one line all day, and it seems that we don't have much time to savor the warmth from our parents and teachers. Stop and look back, maybe we will find that warmth is actually as simple as it is around us.

After an exam, I wandered alone in the cross street, and the sunset enveloped this beautiful town. After all, it's autumn. Leaves fall from the trees one after another, and the breeze blows, making a sigh-like sound, as if knowing my heart and mourning for me-a failure in the exam.

Somehow, I wandered into the square. It was already dark, and I stood under the street lamp, illuminating the silent and dark night for pedestrians coming and going. At this moment, a little boy with a childish face came up to me. I met him. He is not only near my home, but also in my school. He said to me in a gentle voice, "Little sister, why are you so sad?" What happened? Here's pop rocks. It's sweet and won't make you sad. "

I was infected by his big watery eyes and laughed loudly. The street lamp stretched his figure very long. Under the soft light of the street lamp, everything around him made him feel warm. Everything was like a dream, and suddenly the sky became clear. Nothing is worth mentioning in front of this happy and innocent little boy. Because of this little boy's sugar, my heart warms up unconsciously, as if it is not the season of falling leaves and knowing autumn, but just a sunny and warm spring day. In fact, warmth is as simple as a candy.

This unknown little boy gave me infinite warmth, even though the years passed, I still remember that simple warmth.

Warmth is actually as simple as that.

Let the true feelings naturally reveal the disappointment of the 450-word Excellent Encyclopedia of Grade Six (Chapter VI) on that day.

"Drip, drip, drip ..." With the alarm, I got up early, full of expectation. I finally look forward to this day-my mother promised to buy me a mobile phone.

Just think about it and be happy. In an anxious mood, I woke my mother up early in the morning and said, "Mom, when are you leaving?" Mom, when will I go ... "I have been nagging and being careful, for fear of ruining my mother's good mood."

Mom was just about to go out, so I quickly grabbed her and said, "Mom, where are you going?" When are you leaving? "I asked quickly.

"ah! After ... ... after a while. " Mom said casually, as if mom forgot, or on purpose?

I'm at home with a grain of salt. Will my mother take me? Is mom lying to me? Can I have my cell phone back? Will my mother ... a series of questions appeared in my mind, but in the end I chose to believe.

After a while, my mother came back and was busy as soon as she got home. It was not until after lunch that my mother went out again. I didn't see it before. I am sad because I don't know when my mother left.

My mother didn't come back until evening, and my heart ached. It was so dark that I could hardly breathe. With heartache and sadness, I fell asleep

Let the true feelings naturally reveal the excellent encyclopedia of 450-word composition in grade six (chapter 7). Other people's children are their mothers' warm-hearted "little cotton-padded jackets". However, my "little cotton-padded jacket" never worries my mother. When I was a child, I always talked back to my mother, but to my surprise, my mother never scolded me, let alone hit me.

This kind of thing happens all the time. Let's start with it. After school that day, my mother asked as usual, "Did you have an exam today?" "It seems that I took the exam." I said falteringly. "To be honest, is there an exam?" Mother said seriously with a straight face. "I got ... 90 points in English." My heart is pounding. Mom didn't speak, but I knew she just didn't want me to be embarrassed at the school gate.

When I got home, my mother was no longer gentle, but roared, "I got 80 points in English." What did you say?/Sorry? Is it reasonable? " Look at Wang Xinxin, and they get more than 90 points at worst. ""Then why don't you learn from their mother? How come you never see my goodness. If I exchange identities with you, I will definitely do better than you. "My rhetorical question made my mother decide to exchange identities with me.

At night, my mother became He Sijia and I became my mother. "I want to eat instant noodles." Mother picked up a packet of instant noodles. At this time, I learned from my mother and said, "No, instant noodles are unhealthy. I will peel an apple for you. " I'm groping for it. My mom tried to reach out and help me, so my dad winked at her. When the apple was peeled, my mother took a bite and said, "It's too sour." I said angrily, "You are such a loser! You must eat it all. " "I don't usually talk to you like this." Mom smiled. Hearing this, I also smiled.

After the "Apple Storm", my mother put forward many unreasonable demands: I want to eat jiaozi, go out to play, and don't eat peeled fruit ... I said to my mother, "Forget it, let's change it back. Now I can appreciate your efforts. I shouldn't talk back to you. " "Haha, I haven't had enough of this' child addiction'." Mom said with a smile.

After this incident, I kept telling myself: learn to be independent and don't let my mother worry. Mom works very hard. If I don't let her worry, it will be even harder for her.

Let the true feelings show naturally. She hugged me when I was a baby. She held me patiently when I was a toddler. When crossing the road, I will hold her hand without hesitation, as if holding the world. My mother is very skilled in cooking good food for me and will be free and unrestrained with me on white paper. ...

I remember asking her, "Mom, why are your hands so magical?" She said, "This is a gift from God. Just like you, you are a gift from God. "

The moon is bright and the stars are few. My mother is resting in the living room. I sat alone in my study, reading a book. Suddenly I felt a chill and couldn't help sneezing. Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, my mother stood behind me with a sweater. She dressed me in a sweater while chanting, "Look, let you wear more. You don't know whether it's cold or not. Don't catch a cold ... "

Suddenly, she stopped to help me take off my sweater. "Small", she took the clothes and compared them. Looking at the wardrobe, I took out another coat and put it on.

After dinner that day, my mother always came into the room wrapped in a ball of red wool with a needle between her arms, slammed the door gently, and there was a rustling sound.

In a blink of an eye, osmanthus fragrance. This afternoon, I'm going to the big room to get a book. I pushed open the door, only to find her holding a needle and thread and sleeping soundly. She was sitting half-sitting, still knitting. I parted her hand like wool from weeds and held her hand. Her hands have cocoons from busy work and housework, skin that is often chapped due to cold, and a new scar that was accidentally punctured by a needle ... but the palms are as warm as ever.

I remember once, I had a whim and suddenly wanted to sew a cross stitch and ask my mother for advice. The wool ball in the box next to me caught my attention. I grabbed the soft ball curiously. "This is for knitting," but she took out a long silver needle. "This is a knitting needle. Be careful not to get stuck. You have to knit slowly, stitch by stitch, no more. What else is' shoulder opening' and' collar collar'? This requires patience. " Now looking at the dense stitches, my eyes are blurred.

Half a month later, she knocked at the door and told me to go out. Out of the door, I looked up and saw her holding this sweater, like a child showing off after getting a red flower. I stood there like a fool and asked her to indicate the length. "Just right!" There is a smile hidden in her words. I looked at this dress, the thin stitches and the neat pattern, and my eyes couldn't help but get wet again.

I stared at her hand.

Through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, my hands will grow up slowly, as warm and powerful as my mother's hands. At that time, my mother's footsteps will become as faltering as when I was a child. At that time, I would hold her hand gently and whisper in her ear, "This is a special gift from God."

Let the true feelings show naturally. I will always remember that smell.

Early in the morning, the sun lazily stretched out its arms under the urging of crows, and smiled and let out the first ray of sunshine. The golden thread shines warmly into the room, which not only illuminates my room, but also illuminates my heart.

I walk with the sunshine and get up early with the morning breeze. The weather is sunny, and I feel happy every weekend. I am reading, and I am integrated into the world of books. One word in the book attracted me-home. I kept reading and couldn't help thinking. Because I am very busy with my studies, I go to school from Monday to Friday and have homework on weekends. I think I haven't been back for weeks. Go home.

Suddenly there was an idea of Qian Qian, and I was silent. At this moment, "Ding Rinrin", the phone rang and a familiar voice came from the phone. It's far away, but it's still familiar. "Yes, you ... will you come back this week? Busy is busy first. " It's grandma's voice across the hall from her hometown, mixed with her hometown accent. "I made zongzi today. Come back and try it when you are free! " It was the aunt's voice, and there were several children's laughter on the phone.

When I heard this, I didn't know what to say at the moment. I only remembered that tears were swirling in my eyes and my heart was very affected. Somehow, I put down my books and people rushed to their hometown with their hearts.

It's not too late to get home, and the zongzi has just been wrapped. Grandma and aunt across the hall are chatting, and they are very happy to see me back. Several children also laughed. I ran over and hugged them, warm in my aunt's arms. Her eyes filled with tears again. ...

The taste of zongzi, the fragrance of reed leaves, this taste can't be made outside, I know, it's the taste of home.

I can't forget it. It is the best taste.

Let the true feelings reveal the composition naturally. What is warmth? Is it the scorching sun in dog days? No; Is it three days or nine days of heating? No. What is that? It is the warmth flowing in the heart between people.

Warmth is everywhere. There was a math exam, and I didn't bring draft paper. The teacher came in with some test papers in his hand. At this time, I realized that I was going to have an exam, so I fumbled in my bag for draft paper, but I couldn't find it. It's impossible. I clearly remember taking it with me. Look again carefully.

I picked up my bag and put it on the table to let the light shine in, so that I could find it. I can't find it after looking through it many times. I just poured it out to find it. "Pencil, pen, correction tape, gel pen." I whispered, but I still got nothing.

A strange classmate next to me saw me in such a hurry and said to me, "classmate, you didn't bring draft paper, did you?" I prepared an extra one for you. "Pass me a piece of draft paper. I am very grateful to this classmate. Although we have only met once, I want to say "thank you" to you again. That classmate is like a ray of warm sunshine shining in my heart, warm and comfortable!

Another time, I did Olympic math problems at home at night. That problem is difficult to solve. I calculated it once and it was wrong. I calculated it again, but it was still wrong. My mood suddenly became irritable. I want to calm down and clear my mind, but I can't. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in. She has a cup of hot milk in her hand. Seeing my impatience, she advised me, "You'd better look at the problem carefully. Is there a misunderstanding? " I read the question word for word. Oh, that was a mistake. While I was immersed in the calculation, my mother had put down the hot milk and turned away. In less than a minute, the problem was solved smoothly. Check it again. Hey, by the way. I picked up the milk and gulped it down. The warmth of milk seems to flow into my heart. Warm and comfortable, this warm current let me know what love is, but it is a cup of hot milk, but it is full of my mother's love for me.

Between people, some casual concerns, seemingly insignificant, are more touching. Just like that emergency draft paper, just like my mother's glass of milk, let me understand the meaning of the word "warmth", just like the spring rain, "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is right, and this is the love and understanding of the world.

One winter, it snowed. My sister and I went to Hu Ling to play with snow. This is my deepest memory.

It is said that it snows heavily in Hu Ling, but it will soon be over. I am in a hurry.

Put on cotton-padded clothes, trousers and shoes and left in a hurry without gloves.

When we got there, my sister and I had a good time. But in a short time, my little hands turned red with cold. When my sister saw me, she picked up my little hand and rubbed it hard. She also asks me from time to time: "Sister, are you better?" Seeing that I didn't get better, she took my little hand again, warmed me up with the hot air from her mouth, and took off my gloves and scarf. Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind. I was not cold, and we continued to play with snow. Playing, I found my sister has a runny nose. I want to return my scarf and gloves to my sister, but my sister says she is not cold at all.

When I got home at night, I saw my sister's hands were red and her body was still shaking. I was a little worried and told my mother. Mother touched her sister's forehead and said, "I seem to have a fever." Take your temperature quickly, take it, 39 degrees! Mother hurried to drive and took her sister to the hospital. Looking at their fading back, my tears involuntarily flowed down.

People have true feelings everywhere, and true feelings always warm people's hearts. Help others and be happy. I want to learn from my sister.

Let the true feelings show naturally. I still remember my first expectation, which was on a Saturday afternoon, from afternoon to evening.

When I was three or four years old, my parents went out to work, and I was the only one at home. I turned on the TV in boredom, and I didn't remember anything after watching it, except that it was at night. It was dark and the lights in the street were broken, which made it more penetrating.

After reading it, I was so scared that I turned on all the lights at home and hid in the corner of the sofa with an oversized plush toy. Mom and dad don't get off work until around 7: 30. I moved a small Mazar and sat in front of my house with a toy. Although I know that my parents will come back for a long time, I still expect a miracle. The cold wind blew in through the door, and I couldn't help shivering. I was afraid that the monster would take me away, so I quickly held the doll in front of me and silently read "I am Chinese cabbage, I am Chinese cabbage". It was a long time before I took the doll away from my face and looked at the watch on the wall. It's only half past six. How I wish I could hear the familiar "click"

The rest of the time will be hard. I looked at the picture book and waited for my parents to come back. Play with plush toys and wait for parents to come back; Draw, wait for my parents to come back. ...

At 6: 40 ... 7:15 ... 7: 30 ... 7: 50, the familiar "click" sound finally appeared at the door, followed by the sound of the key turning the door lock.

The door opened and I shouted excitedly, "Mom! Mom! You are finally back! " Mother also opened her arms and I rushed to her. ...

Let the true feelings show naturally. I have been looking forward to a three-day holiday for a long time. On the first day of my holiday, I came to my grandfather's house.

When I got off the bus, I was like a runaway wild horse. I went straight to grandpa's house and shouted excitedly all the way. When I saw my grandfather, he was just idle, so I took out my fishing rod, dragged him to the pond and started fishing.

I watched grandpa fish first, only to see grandpa pick up the fishing rod in one hand and the bait in the other, hang the bait on the hook, and then throw the fishing rod at will. Bang, I saw half of the red and white buoys sinking into the water. "Wow-good technology." I cried excitedly, thinking that I could be as skilled as grandpa's movements just now, and I couldn't help giggling. After much deliberation, I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the buoy sank quickly, floated again, and then sank and floated again intermittently. My heart almost jumped into my throat. "Lift the pole, lift the pole!" I shouted excitedly and everyone jumped up. "Don't mention it again, the fish has escaped." Grandpa was in no hurry, and his mouth picked: "Don't worry, fishing should be impatient, and it's not too late to mention it when the fish is completely bitten." After a while, grandpa suddenly lifted the pole, took the line in and held a big fish in his hand.

Then, it was my turn to go fishing. I loaded the bait, threw the line out and flung the hook into the water, and the buoy was in the right position. Suddenly, the buoy sank. I gasped, my heart beat. "Done, done, here comes the fish." I muttered to myself. I raised my fishing rod and shouted what Grandpa always said: "Lift the fishing rod and bring the fish." As a result, there was nothing-the fish escaped, "alas-"I sighed, like a deflated ball, and the fishing rod dangling in front of me seemed to laugh at me: "Who told you to be impatient? Haven't you heard that you can't eat hot tofu when you are impatient? " "It's so hard." I said. "Don't worry, I told you, it's not too late to ask again when the fish is completely bitten. Try again. " Grandpa encouraged me. "Very good." I replied.

Throw the fishing rod again, and the rest is to wait patiently. I sat cross-legged on the lawn, took a deep breath, calmed myself down and felt the breeze, sunshine and fishing comfort. The sun climbed above my head. I don't know how long it took. The buoy began to move. I was very excited, but soon it was quiet again. At this time, my patience was tested. After a while, the buoy moved faster and faster. "I took the bait." I suddenly mentioned, "Lift the pole and the fish will come." Sure enough! I jumped up happily and finally caught a big and fat fish. "Yes, I can fish already." Grandpa cast an approving look.

It will be afternoon soon. Facing the dazzling sunshine, I couldn't help laughing.

Let the true feelings show naturally (Chapter 14) This year, an epidemic broke out in Wuhan, the land of China. People stay at home and those who guard the community are admirable.

I was walking in the community that day and found a group of people around the door of the community. I thought: What happened today? Why are so many people there? I leaned over and looked at it. I saw a tanned middle-aged man slumped in a chair and reached out and said, "I have no water today." Can I have some water to drink? " I saw his chapped lips and kept swallowing. I looked at his pitiful appearance and wanted to give him water to drink.

Most of the onlookers are old people. They brought hot water when they came out to bask in the sun, but they didn't give the people in the reserve a drink. Then he looked at the water in his hand and then at the middle-aged man. Someone around me saw my intention of handing water and whispered to me, "This person must want to touch porcelain. Don't give him water. " As soon as the man's voice fell, a little boy squeezed in from the outermost part of the crowd, took a step forward and sometimes said to the middle-aged man, "Uncle, I'll give you water."

An old man next to him exclaimed, "Kid, why did you give him water to drink?" The epidemic situation is very serious now, so we can't give others water to drink. He may be an individual trafficker. "I felt reasonable after listening to it, so I gave up the idea of giving him water to drink. But the boy said, "They work very hard and take care of us from morning till night. During the epidemic, they risked their lives to protect the community. They protect us, but can't we help them when they need it? And the water he handed me, after drinking it, middle-aged people were much more energetic. The middle-aged man said, "Thank you, children." "Nothing, that's what I should do." The little boy said.

True feelings don't need to be revealed deliberately, but they will be more real naturally.