On great prose from the small things in life

Seeing the big from the small is also one of the ways of writing. The following is my essay on seeing the big from the small in my life. Welcome to read the reference!

In life, you see big essays from small places, remember? That night when it was raining cats and dogs, I searched hard for my mother in the middle of the night, and my crying made me know how to love my mother, understand my mother, be considerate of my mother and feel the affection. That night, I suddenly grew up like a night and learned about family ties. ...

I was so ignorant and naive at that time.

My mother and I made an appointment to go out to play with my classmates tonight. After some bargaining, I finally persuaded my mother to let me go home at 9: 30 on time. I strode out of the house with the joy of victory, and the light rain fell on my face, but I didn't feel the coolness of autumn at all. I just feel that kind of sad and inexplicable sadness falls with the butterfly-like dead leaves.

Although the cold wind outside the window has been blowing, aggressive, and the autumn rain is pouring down unconsciously, everyone still gets together in full swing, slaps with a smile and looks up at their watches. It has been several hours-9: 30. However, the enthusiasm of the students has not subsided at all. I am in a dilemma: on the one hand, my mother is waiting at home, and on the other hand, my classmates are inseparable. I made a difficult choice, I wanted to stay, thinking: Anyway, this fight is settled. What's the harm in waiting a little longer? But this is the difference between one thought and another. I don't know how much anxiety and worry it has brought to my mother. How can my mother walk in the heavy rain, wearing thin clothes and holding an umbrella that was shaken by the strong wind? How hard will it be? I never thought about it, and I never dared to.

It was nearly ten o'clock when I stepped into the room. It was dark and lifeless, and there was no one there? Where will mom go? There are familiar footsteps in the corridor. I got up and opened the door. She came in, her clothes wet and her hair unkempt. She didn't say a word, but when she looked back, I saw a crystal tear fall and hit my heart, cold and biting. I panicked, and immediately, it was a heartbreaking cry. My mother has done so much for me, and I never understood why. But when that tear hit my heart, I understood and knew how to feel it.

That night, I stayed up all night, tossing and turning, and I learned too much ...

Emotion is the most difficult thing to understand in this world, but at that moment I learned how to feel …

On Friday, I turned on the TV when I was bored. Every day, I shed tears for the boy.

This is an ordinary boy named Jia Shengqiang. He is more serious in his daily life, and he can play a good guitar. His eyes are only 1.66 meters tall, and there is a gentle heart for his family under his resolute appearance.

A song "Sister" sets off the thoughts of my sister to the fullest, from "playing games with mud all over my face, and I want to teach you a lesson as soon as my feet are closed." "Big hand holding my hand, accompany me to grow up. Then go to "You have grown up, and now you are a mother. "When five people in Everyday Up joked that my sister didn't come, the boy's eyes showed a trace of disappointment and sadness. It was a deep emotion, disappointment and sadness courageously gushed from the blood in his body. How much he wishes his sister could see his success.

Later, my sister trotted over from the background. He looked at the cheers from the audience with a puzzled look. Looking back carefully, he saw a white shadow coming, his eyes suddenly turned red, and a little cold crystal tears slipped silently. At that moment, he was happy, without his previous disappointment and sadness, but only sudden surprise and happiness.

True happiness surrounds him. The sadness in his eyes was suppressed by happiness, and his affection turned into tears. His heart is cold, but his tears are hot. Tears dissolve the heart, the heart dissolves the world, and the feelings flow in the heart. It is a warm feeling, like honey, better than honey. I think he would rather exchange one more second with the whole world.

It's a pity that my pen can't describe one in ten thousand complicated feelings. He is either happy, surprised or unbelievable. The scene of brother and sister meeting only lasted for three or two seconds, but I believe this moment will be fixed in his heart forever, including the complicated mood, unspeakable surprise and happiness.

Sister and brother are deeply in love, and heaven and earth can learn from each other. Every brother and every jinlan is the person we want to love. Only by uniting can we build a beautiful global village.

My father is also very interesting. He sent me moon cakes, two pears and a handful of tea, which added up to less than one third of the fare.

I shared moon cakes and pears with my classmates, but I lost that handful of tea. Maybe it's time to sweep the garbage. As soon as I turned over the garbage basket, it was there. Fortunately, there was a bag in it.

I poured the tea into boiling water, just enough to make a cup of strong tea. It is this cup of hot tea that wakes me up again. I spent the whole afternoon quietly thinking about the past.

People in our village seldom drink tea, even a sip of boiled water, except for entertaining guests and offering sacrifices to ghosts. When you are thirsty, scoop a big bowl of rice soup and add some porridge to it. Only our family and four brothers and sisters like tea, but my mother has always discouraged us from drinking tea. In her eyes, drinking tea is the same as taking medicine. Only when we eat too much greasy food can we have a drink or two. But we drank too much, and she didn't care much about us, but she still didn't drink a bite unless she had diarrhea. Funnily enough, my mother thinks strong tea can cure diarrhea, and I believed it when I was a child. When you feel uncomfortable, you will steal a handful of tea and put it in your mouth. You slowly soak them in saliva, then you chew them, and sometimes you swallow all the residue. Although it was a little bitter, I was brave for the sake of my stomach. After eating, my mouth was sweet for a long time. I really like that feeling. It is strange that that method works every time. I have taught this method to other children, but they all love it.

I have grown up and stopped drinking tea, but I still like drinking tea, especially when I get up in the morning, and then I go to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back, the tea was ready. Reading novels while drinking is a great pleasure.

Such happiness can't be enjoyed at school. Because the school is too busy and the pace of life is too fast, I have to rush about for my grades all day, which is not suitable for drinking tea. Sometimes I just make a cup to refresh myself, and I don't have much time.

It is impossible to treat stomachache with tea at school, which will make people laugh. But it must have been my mother's idea to ask my father to bring tea today. She was afraid that I was tired of eating moon cakes, so she specially asked my father to send some tea by the way, but didn't give much. After all, there is nothing to eat at school. What should I do if my son is drained of oil and water by tea? I think I sat up and took a sip of strong tea and then lay down to sleep, but I couldn't sleep.