What is etched in my heart? 500 words essay

1. A 500-word essay that is etched in my heart. I need to get it back in 30 minutes.

The memory that is etched in my heart

Qingming Festival is coming again in a blink of an eye. Although I have already seen Even though the trees are green, it is still cold in spring. I have been in a gloomy mood these past few days, and I have no interest in doing anything. I always think of my grandma’s voice and smile in my mind. Oh, it’s time to go see grandma. Counting on my fingers, it has been more than six years since my grandma left me. During this period, I have seen her in my dreams many times. I always cried and complained to her, why didn't you tell me you were here, which made me look away for so long? Without you, I woke up but my pillowcase was already wet with tears; how many times I walked on the street and saw an old lady staggering on the roadside, I felt so kind, and then I missed you heartbreakingly; how many times I wanted to write down I miss my grandma, but I can’t write any more in the middle of writing... I know that my loving grandma, her voice and smile, her conduct and her deep love for us have been engraved in my life , and will affect my life.

I was born in a remote village in the Shandong Plain. As long as I can remember, my father worked outside, my mother worked in the fields, and my grandma did housework and looked after the children. My four siblings were raised by my grandma. of. Grandma has only one son, Dad, and she has lived with him alone since she was in her twenties, supporting him in school and work. Grandma gave all her love to Dad and our family. As the eldest, I received more love from Grandma.

I remember that in the summer when I was six years old, I had something wrong with my legs. I couldn’t straighten my left leg and I walked with a limp. Because I didn't feel any pain, I didn't care, but my grandma saw it and was anxious in her heart, "If a girl is lame, how will she find a husband when she grows up?" Grandma dragged her little feet and pushed me in a wheelbarrow to seek medical advice more than ten miles away. As soon as I fell asleep at night, grandma would use steamed sorghum bran to make a hot compress for me, while stretching my legs vigorously. She would stop stretching when I woke up, and would continue stretching when I fell asleep. Grandma couldn't sleep well all night long. . Later, my legs healed, but grandma had prickly heat all over her body.

Often at dusk or later, my mother has not returned from a trip dozens of miles away to deliver rations or play cotton. Grandma is cooking and saying over and over again, "Why isn't your mother coming back yet?" , the worry and concern were written on her face. Then she told me to keep an eye on my younger brothers and sisters, and she went outside to pick them up again and again. Since then, I have been influenced by my grandma and experienced the anxious longing and waiting. It was not until my mother walked into the house that a stone fell to the ground. Until now, any family member feels uneasy when he is not at home. From my grandma, I learned to care for others.

Every year during the holidays, grandma packed up the big and small bags that she couldn’t bear to eat and called me over. First, he asked for my opinion, "Do you think it's okay to give two packs of snacks and two kilograms of tea to the third grandma in the front yard, and two kilograms of wine and a pack of cigarettes to the grandpa in the back?" After I expressed my opinion, grandma taught me how to do it. Say, and then I will give it to the elderly people nearby. Since then, I have known that respecting the elderly is a matter of course.

When I was fourteen years old, I left home to go to school in another place. At school, I missed home and my grandma. When I think of my grandma, I think of her bouncing on her little feet, holding a bundle of firewood to cook over the fire, and then smoke would rise from the roof, and I would feel a sense of warmth and warmth in my heart. move. When I went home to see my grandma for the first time, we told each other how we felt after saying goodbye. Grandma told me that because it started raining after I arrived at school, what made her most worried was that it rained and she had no time to buy a bedpan and go to the toilet at night. Is it convenient? The whole family laughed when I said this. After laughing, I felt that grandma’s love is so simple and caring.

Whenever I encounter setbacks or feel wronged outside, I am always willing to go home and talk to my grandma. Grandma uses her decades of life experience to persuade me and help me analyze. The analysis is clear and reasonable. , my mood suddenly became brighter.

I can’t forget the pride and joy I felt when I handed over my first month’s salary to my grandma when I started working. When I bought her some clothes or something she liked to eat, that This kind of pride and satisfaction made my heart feel sweet. From then on, being able to buy things for grandma became a unique enjoyment for me.

I never expected that on my brother’s wedding day, grandma would be seriously ill and admitted to the hospital. I know that this is also the saddest thing for grandma, because marrying her grandson’s daughter-in-law has been grandma’s wish for most of her life. In fact, grandma felt unwell the night before, and she kept gritting her teeth and persisting. The next day, when her grandson's wife came into the house, grandma couldn't hold on any longer, so we had to send her to the hospital. Eight days later, grandma left us forever...

After grandma left, I could not get over the grief of losing a loved one for a long time. I deeply felt the feeling of "a child wants to be raised but cannot be loved" . I can only silently pray that my grandma will be safe and happy in another world, and then carefully select her favorite food every day when I visit her grave, place it in front of her grave, and talk to her about my heart, but I can never hear her again. Her praises and admonitions, but her loving smile cannot be seen... 2. Composition 400 that is engraved in my heart

"Red Rock" is a famous Chinese military novel. It describes many revolutionary patriots: Xu Yunfeng bravely resisted the enemy and sacrificed himself for others; Jiang Jie preferred to die in the face of the enemy's torture; Cheng Gang was fearless and upright in the face of danger; "Advancing News" was like a sharp knife inserted into the heart of the enemy; Liu Siyang, although he was born into a wealthy family, but Joining the revolution is admirable. These characters left a deep impression on my mind.

Today, I read the book "Red Rock" in one sitting with excitement. The person I admire most is Sister Jiang. She is strong-willed and will never reveal party secrets despite being tortured by Kuomintang agents to extract confessions. She is loyal to the party. What moved me the most was: Sister Jiang once said that the enemy's beating is the smallest test, the bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of the Communist Party members is made of steel. When victory was about to come, Sister Jiang was taken to the execution ground and died heroically for the revolution.

The roar of cannon shook the earth, and the morning stars twinkled to welcome the dawn. In the forest, birds are chirping and dawn is about to break. It was these martyrs who sacrificed their lives, shed their blood, and exchanged their lives for a new China and the current peaceful and happy life. Therefore, we must cherish the good life we ??have now, study hard, stay healthy, and grow into pillars of our motherland in the future! 3. Composition: Memories Engraved in My Heart (600 words)

A gust of breeze blew away the photos on the table, and also blew away the memories in my heart.

A familiar smiling face instantly overwhelmed my heart. In the photo, he has a rosy face, bright eyes, and a cheerful spirit. Unexpectedly, a strong and strong man would... suffer such misfortune.

He is my uncle and father-in-law. He has been very fond of me since he was a child. He always picks me up and stabs my face with a hard stick, which makes me sting.

Sometimes when I get annoyed, he reaches out and takes out the candy, squinting and looking at me with a kind smile. When I grew up, he no longer pricked me, but he still smiled when he saw me.

Whenever he feels happy while chatting with me, he laughs heartily. What impressed me most so far is the sight of him smiling heartily with half-closed eyes. Every time I think of it, I feel filled with panic and sadness.

My uncle and father-in-law are sixty years old. They are full of energy and strong, and they are the mainstay of the family. One time when I went back and saw him and his wife enjoying themselves, his wife said: "I--" and he replied: "Old woman--what's the matter--" His words were brisk, and his eyes were full of happiness. They came and went as if they were shouting. Yes, the juniors on the side were already laughing their heads off.

This harmonious and heartwarming scene is still before my eyes, but he is already separated from us, leaving an eternal memory in my heart - a happy time that will never come back. He had late-stage liver cancer, and it was so sudden that he got cancer even though he never even caught a cold. No one expected it.

It was only three short months from the time of diagnosis to the time of his death. I never went to see him because he said the place was not good and refused to let me go.

When I learned that he had gained a lot of weight due to liver transplantation, I was extremely surprised and wanted to find an opportunity to visit him.

But within a week, there was news that his condition suddenly worsened and rescue efforts were ineffective. I was stunned, my mind was at a loss, I felt unbelievable and couldn't accept the fact - he was so strong! Even though my heart was overflowing with sadness and mourning, my tears never fell, because I knew that he definitely didn’t want us to mourn, and he definitely wanted us all to live happily.

I keep my sadness deep in my heart, just as I will always cherish the memory of him in my heart, and I also cherish the time I spent with my relatives on the border. Looking back, I saw that under the warm light outside the window, he was still looking at me silently with his eyes half-closed, smiling brightly. 4. 450-word composition "A Word Engraved in My Heart"

A Word Engraved in My Heart When I came into this world, the first thing that made me familiar with my mother was her smile.

When I was growing up, my mother’s gentle words illuminated every day of my growth, gave me confidence, and made me happy... I am a fifth-grade primary school student, and I don’t have eloquence in the class. , and I don’t have a flexible and quick-response brain. What I usually fear most is exams. In the class, I can be regarded as a veritable "ugly duckling". But I also envy those classmates who are "strong" in everything.

I really want to be like them and get 100 points in every subject. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get satisfactory scores.

Maybe I am losing confidence gradually! In the class, I almost reached the point of "obscurity". Before a Chinese language exam, I made up my mind to get a satisfactory score.

Cheer yourself up and increase your confidence. But when I got the transcript, I saw it was only over 80 points.

It was like a basin of cold water was poured on me, and my head suddenly swelled into a big balloon. I came home with my schoolbag on my back. My mother looked at my dull expression. She pulled me to the sofa and told me the story of the ugly duckling: a big and ugly duck... I understood half of the story. Mom meaning.

Mom said again: "When it comes to doing things, it is not enough to just say that I can do it. I must do it. What is more important is perseverance. Knowledge is accumulated continuously and cannot be learned in one day." I listened. My mother’s words doubled my confidence. I had my own learning goals and gained more confidence in learning.

Every day after school, I repeat what the teacher said and then do my homework. In order to improve my reading ability, I get up at six o'clock every morning to read extracurricular books. It not only increases the vocabulary but also improves the level of composition.

Hard work pays off. I have made great progress in all aspects.

I am grateful for what my mother said: "When it comes to doing things, it is not enough to just say that I can do it. I must do it, and more importantly, persevere." It was that sentence that made me learn Strive for, strive for.

The plumper the feathers of my "ugly duckling" become, the more I am willing to use my own efforts to fly into the blue sky and realize my dreams. A sentence engraved in my heart There are many famous quotes stored in my memory warehouse.

They are like guiding lights, helping me more or less. The most unforgettable one is this sentence: "He who abandons time, time also abandons him - Shakespeare". It was one night, as usual, I went to watch TV after dinner.

But somehow, there were so many cartoons that night, and each one was better than the last. I have watched TV for more than the prescribed 15 minutes, but I can't simply turn off the TV and go back home to do my homework like before.

In my mind, a voice said nonchalantly: "Forget it, it's not easy to come across such a good TV show, let's watch it for a while!" And another voice said not to be outdone: "Watch more Not even for a minute. Elementary school students must have a sense of time and learn to control themselves. "Finally, mom and dad are not at home. Just watch for a while. No one will notice."

The first voice came out. own point of view.

"However, we have now entered the review stage. Watching too much TV will affect your studies. Go and do your homework!" The second voice assumed the posture of an elder.

I was confused by these two voices. Suddenly, a sentence from Shakespeare flashed in my mind: "He who abandons time, time also abandons him." "Yeah, am I not the one who wastes time on cartoons now? No, I have to do my homework quickly."

I thought about it and looked at my watch, ah, here I am. 40 minutes wasted in vain, time has really abandoned me! I hurriedly turned off the TV and plunged into the ocean of homework. The pen shuttled back and forth over the math papers, homework books, and composition books, filling up the blank pages.

Although time is still moving forward regularly, I no longer feel empty. It is so fulfilling to swim in the ocean of knowledge. When I finished writing the last word, I looked at the clock: 9:30, and I smiled knowingly.

Time is precious, but some people don’t know how to cherish it; time is gone like running water, but some people don’t know how to grasp it; time is short, but some people But they don't know how to use it... Some people use "there is still time" as an excuse to waste youth and life, but they never know that "tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. I am born waiting for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted."

Life is made up of minutes and seconds. We must keep up with the pace of time and not be abandoned by time. I want to cherish time more and stop wasting every minute and second of my life! I stretched slightly, and the evening breeze touched me gently like a pair of gentle hands.

Although the little incident just now did not cause much trouble in my peaceful life, it gave me a warning and an enlightenment. The night was very quiet. With the "ticking" sound of the alarm clock, I fell into sleep, and my sleep was so sound and sweet.

A sentence that is etched in my heart. When I opened the yellowed small picture folder, I saw a somewhat damaged copy painting inside. I couldn't help but recall the past.

It was one morning in the fifth grade. I took out my art textbook early and waited for the teacher to arrive, because the teacher in the previous class asked none of us to bring a photo of ourselves and draw a copy painting.

Finally, the teacher walked into the classroom with a sweet ***, talked about a few key points of copying, and then let us start copying. While we were drawing, we heard the teacher say: "This is my first time learning to copy photos. If anyone draws well, he will pass it on to other classes."

As soon as we heard this, our whole body was excited Awesome. Just do it! I spread out the 8k paper and started copying with a 2b pencil attentively.

The classroom was quiet, and we could only hear the rustling of our pens while we were drawing. After about twenty minutes, I finally completed this self-portrait and happily handed the painting to the teacher.

I thought: I will definitely be praised this time. The teacher took the painting and looked at it carefully. She couldn't help but frown. She pointed at several places and said, "Look, the left eye is a little smaller than the right eye. The shadow next to the nose can be made darker. This is how the contrast is strong.

"The teacher pointed out all the shortcomings in the painting in one breath.

After hearing this, I thought it made sense, but then I thought again: Hey! These twenty minutes of hard work were wasted. I immediately became discouraged and didn’t want to modify it anymore.

At this time, the teacher seemed to see what I was thinking, walked to me, and said to me seriously: "What the world lacks. 5. Composition: Memories Engraved in the Heart (600 words)

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A gust of breeze blew away the photos on the table, and also blew away the memories in my heart. In the photo, a familiar smiling face made my heart suffocate. His face was rosy and his eyes were bright. He was in good spirits, but it was unexpected that such a strong person would be so unfortunate.

He is my uncle and father-in-law. He has been very fond of me since he was a child, always holding me in his arms while holding me in his arms. It stings my face. Sometimes when I get annoyed, he reaches out and takes out the candy, squinting and looking at me with a kind smile.

When I grew up, he no longer pricked me, but he still smiled when he saw me. Whenever he feels happy while chatting with me, he laughs heartily. What impressed me most so far is the sight of him smiling heartily with half-closed eyes. Every time I think of it, I feel filled with panic and sadness.

My uncle and father-in-law were in their sixties. They were full of energy and strong, and they seemed to be the mainstay of the family. One time when I went back and saw him and his wife enjoying themselves, his wife said: "I--" and he replied: "Old woman--what's the matter--" His words were brisk, and his eyes were full of happiness. They came and went as if they were shouting. Yes, the juniors on the side were already laughing their heads off.

This harmonious and heartwarming scene is still before my eyes, but he is already separated from us, leaving an eternal memory in my heart - a happy time that will never come back.

He was in the late stage of liver cancer. It was so sudden that he got cancer even though he never even caught a cold. No one expected it. From the time of diagnosis to the time of his death, there were only three short months. I never went to see him because he said the place was not good and refused to let me go.

When I learned that he had gained a lot of weight after undergoing liver transplantation, I was extremely pleasantly surprised and wanted to find an opportunity to visit him. But within a week, there was news that his condition suddenly worsened and rescue efforts were ineffective. I was stunned, my mind was at a loss, I felt unbelievable and couldn't accept the fact - he was so strong!

Even though my heart was overflowing with sadness and mourning, my tears never fell, because I knew that he definitely didn’t want us to mourn, and he definitely wanted us all to live happily. I hold my sadness deep in my heart, just as I will always cherish the memory of him in my heart, and I also cherish the time I spent with my relatives.

Looking back, I saw that under the warm light outside the window, he was still half-lidded, smiling brightly, looking at me silently. 6. There is a kind of love that I will remember in my heart. An essay of 500 words

2:28 pm on May 12th is an unforgettable day.

The ground shook violently for a moment. Before many people could react, they only heard a "bang" and were buried underground by

the sudden collapse of the house.

Time passes by minute by minute. Rescue workers successively lifted out the bodies of the victims from under the rubble, and the fresh lives disappeared before our eyes one by one. Suddenly, life information came from the life detector.

The rescuers quickly started an intense rescue, and after several hours of hard work, the trapped person appeared in front of people's eyes

. Everyone was shocked by this scene and can only use 6 words to describe it - life should be born out of love.

Under a huge cement steel bar, there was a woman holding her hands on the ground, using her seemingly small back to support the steel bar.

There was a hole in her abdomen. There was a gap, and lying in that gap was a baby that seemed to be sleeping quietly and peacefully.

Everyone stood motionless, staring at this scene with wide eyes. It took a long time for people to react from the shock and take out the child from the mother's arms. While helping the child to be swaddled, people found a mobile phone with a text message inside: Child, if you are still alive, remember that your mother loves you! Although it was only a dozen words, it made everyone present red-eyed.

What a deep and great love this is!

You can sacrifice your life for it. There is no more noble love in the world than this!

Now let us remember maternal love, which does not require you to pay much, as long as you say to your parents sincerely:

Mom and Dad, I love you.

It’s the best and most sincere reward for your parents who gave birth to you and raised you, isn’t it? 7. Write a 600-word essay on what should be remembered in my heart

On this day, I will remember the bleak autumn nights, and a vague figure outside the door accompanied by knocks on the door. Sound... "I'm sorry, can you please turn down the volume?" Dad bowed his head and said to the neighbor on the fourth floor. "Uh... Okay!" Before he could finish, Dad interrupted him again, "My family The child is doing homework, and your voice... is a bit loud." "Bah!" As the door closed, Dad turned around, sighed, and frowned. Suddenly, the air around him seemed to be trapped. , filled with only a touch of sadness and helplessness. This is an ordinary "scenery", a scene that everyone knows about the residents of Building 6. Because, almost at this moment every day, the father on the fifth floor will I came to ask the neighbors not to make noise to affect me - a student who is "fighting" for the high school entrance examination. But, God knows, is there any reason not to make noise? Regardless of the "buzzing" sound made by Aunt Zhang's washing machine on the sixth floor, even the rock music played by Xiao Wu on the fourth floor is enough to make me unable to do my homework peacefully. "Oh, it's really influential! I'll say it again today. Let's go!" Before the "music" started to play, Dad was already thinking about telling the neighbors: "Dad, don't go. Why should people listen to you?" I heard it in the house? Dad's complaint was like a walnut being cracked open in my heart, and a slightly cold and bitter taste came to my heart. I couldn't help but rush out and said to him, "No!" Dad didn't listen to my advice at all. I rushed out of the house. I leaned on the window button and couldn't help but watch the scene at this moment: a father over fifty years old was about to pay his dignity for his daughter! A hand was raised, and I was about to "enjoy" the noise for a few minutes, when suddenly, the sound disappeared! My father's hand that was about to knock suddenly became stiff. At this moment, Building No. 6 returned to the scene of "everything is silent". On this day, my heart was deeply shocked. My father's love is something I will never forget. , however, the quietness of the neighbors moved me even more. Has the "landscape" disappeared? No, the previous "landscape" is gradually slipping into the traces of night. Now, the silence of that day continues as always. I remember this day in my heart. Remember this day, remember that moment, and remember everyone around me. Love. Because this day contains the love of my father, the understanding and concern of my neighbors, and my sincere interpretation of the word "love".

8. Write a 600-word essay on what should be remembered in my heart

On this day, I will remember every bleak autumn night, and a vague figure outside the door accompanied by knocks on the door. Sound... "I'm sorry, can you please turn down the volume?" Dad bowed his head and said to the neighbor on the fourth floor. "Uh... Okay!" Before he could finish, Dad interrupted him again, "My family The child is doing homework, and your voice... is a bit loud." "Bah!" As the door closed, Dad turned around, sighed, and frowned. Suddenly, the air around him seemed to be trapped. , filled with only a touch of sadness and helplessness. This is an ordinary "scenery", a scene that everyone knows about the residents of Building 6. Because, almost at this moment every day, the father on the fifth floor will I came to ask the neighbors not to make noise to affect me - a student who is "fighting" for the high school entrance examination. But, God knows, is there any reason not to make noise? Regardless of the "buzzing" sound made by Aunt Zhang's washing machine on the sixth floor, even the rock music played by Xiao Wu on the fourth floor is enough to make me unable to do my homework peacefully. "Oh, it's so influential! I'll say it again today. Let's go!" Before the "music" started to play, Dad was already thinking about telling the neighbors: "Dad, don't go. Why should people listen to you?" I heard it in the house? Dad's complaint was like a walnut being cracked open in my heart, and a slightly cold and bitter taste came to my heart. I couldn't help but rush out and said to him, "No!" Dad didn't listen to my persuasion at all. I rushed out of the house. I leaned on the window button and couldn't help but watch the scene at this moment: a father over fifty years old was about to pay his dignity for his daughter! A hand was raised, and I was about to "enjoy" the noise for a few minutes, when suddenly, the sound disappeared! My father's hand that was about to knock suddenly became stiff. At this moment, Building No. 6 returned to the scene of "everything is silent". On this day, my heart was deeply shocked. My father's love is something I will never forget. , however, the quietness of the neighbors moved me even more. Has the "landscape" disappeared? No, the previous "landscape" is gradually slipping into the traces of night. Now, the silence of that day continues as always. I remember this day in my heart. Remember this day, remember that moment, and remember everyone around me. Love. Because this day contains the love of my father, the understanding and concern of my neighbors, and my sincere interpretation of the word "love". 9. Composition: What I will remember in my heart

What I will remember in my heart

I just finished the third grade of elementary school that year, and I moved to Shanghai with my family.

One day my mother He took me to the school's teaching office to prepare for joining the class. The teacher first gave me a math test paper. After I reviewed the questions, I felt they were not too difficult. Then the teacher gave me another Chinese language test paper, and there were many questions that I didn’t understand at first glance. My mind was still clear at that time, so I quickly asked: "Teacher, which version of the textbook is your school using?" The teacher handed me a Chinese book. When I saw it, wow! It is half the size of the book I studied in Guangdong, much thicker, and the content is very different. Finally, the teacher gave me another English test paper. When I took it, I was dazzled and dumbfounded. I had no choice but to say to the teacher: "I have never studied many questions." All this made me very frustrated.

The school finally decided to either re-study for a year, or buy a set of books to study on my own, and then make a decision after taking the exam. These two roads were placed in front of me. Of course, I was not willing to take the first road.

On the way home, my mother and I were silent. But as soon as I entered the house, I couldn't control my emotions. He complained to his mother: "If you didn't let me transfer to another school, I wouldn't be where I am today; if you had let me study in Shanghai since the first grade, I would have been great; if you..."

At this time, my father kindly called me to his side, wrote two lines on a piece of paper and handed it to me. He said kindly: "Son, please read it for me." The resentment in his heart has not subsided, but he does not dare to disobey his father's orders. I had to read: "The road against the wind is difficult, but the ambition is tempered and strengthened." Then my father explained it to me in a sincere way. Dad's words made me enlightened.

I quickly apologized to my mother and asked her to buy me a set of textbooks. It took me only two months to study hard, and finally I was admitted to higher school.

From that day on, I regard my father’s words as my motto. In the long road of life in the future, I will overcome many difficulties and climb towards my goal! the climb! Climb again!