Now, I know what my mother said is right, and I gave it for the first time.
It was a weekend morning, and I accompanied my mother to the market to buy food.
Mom went in to buy it, and I wandered around the door.
Suddenly, the familiar erhu sound came from my ear. I looked where the voice came from and saw a middle-aged man in rags and unkempt appearance skillfully pulling an erhu.
There are pots and pans for begging in front of you.
The sound of the piano stopped from time to time, and it was replaced by a pleading voice: "Big brother, big sister, please."
I haven't eaten all day! "Pedestrians passed by one by one, but no one stopped to throw a few coins in the bowl.
It suddenly occurred to me that I still have 10 yuan on me. Why not give it to that middle-aged man? Maybe we can help him.
But at the moment I paid, I hesitated: this is my pocket money. Why should I give it to a beggar for no reason? In an instant, two different ideas were at war in my mind.
At this time, it suddenly occurred to me ... when I was a child, my mother often taught me to "help others", but I always ignored it.
Now, I know what my mother said is right, and I gave it for the first time.
It was a weekend morning, and I accompanied my mother to the market to buy food.
Mom went in to buy it, and I wandered around the door.
Suddenly, the familiar erhu sound came from my ear. I looked where the voice came from and saw a middle-aged man in rags and unkempt appearance skillfully pulling an erhu.
There are pots and pans for begging in front of you.
The sound of the piano stopped from time to time, and it was replaced by a pleading voice: "Big brother, big sister, please."
I haven't eaten all day! "Pedestrians passed by one by one, but no one stopped to throw a few coins in the bowl.
It suddenly occurred to me that I still have 10 yuan on me. Why not give it to that middle-aged man? Maybe we can help him.
But at the moment I paid, I hesitated: this is my pocket money. Why should I give it to a beggar for no reason? In an instant, two different ideas were at war in my mind.
Then I thought of four words my mother taught me-helping others.
Yes, I should give it to him.
10 yuan was tightly held in my hand. "Give-give me ..." A phone call came from my heart to give him, or he might freeze to death in the street.
Thought of here, I didn't hesitate. I threw the 10 yuan in my hand into the bowl, and the man kowtowed again and again.
After a while, the melodious erhu sound rang again, as if playing for me, praising my help. Suddenly, my heart was full of joy.
Yes, giving is happy.
Today, with the gradual weakening of human emotions, giving each other is probably the only good medicine.
Composition: "Giving is Happiness" Hu Ting's giving in Class 4, Qushi No.2 Primary School, Quzhou City, Zhejiang Province is really happy, and I have had such personal experience.
At that time, I was carrying a heavy schoolbag and a lot of homework made me sigh all the way.
At this time, an old man's car overturned, and the "tottering" vegetables fell to the ground.
A fish is about to jump out of the black bag! At the moment, grandpa is still struggling to stop it! The car body trembled, and the car also "trembled".
Eyebrows are silvery white.
I have no time to think about it. I rushed up to pick up the black bag containing fish, picked up the dishes and handed them to the old man who had just parked the car.
The schoolbag slipped on my arm and I pulled it up. This heavy schoolbag.
Grandpa is pale and wrinkled, with a pair of kind and neat gray eyes under his long silver eyebrows.
My lips are not red in my imagination, but dark red in paleness. The lips are severely chapped, and a little quick-drying blood oozes from the wound like a knife.
Grandpa smiled, and I subconsciously asked, "Grandpa, how old are you?" Are you in poor health? " Grandpa didn't think I was rude. He weighed the plate slightly with his hand and replied, "eighty-nine, I have a huge lung disease."
"I can't help but ask," Does giant lung disease mean that the lungs are bigger than the average person? " Grandpa smiled and nodded, touched my head and said a word.
I thought grandpa would say, "thank you, people all over the street, only you pay attention to me." By the way, what's your name? " I think and observe.
Yes, all the people in the street, except me, no one paid attention to grandpa, and no one even looked at him.
However, grandpa said something unexpected to me: "If I can write, I will definitely write you a thank-you note!" " "I opened my eyes wide." You ... you can't write? " This time, the old man said nothing, got on the bus and left slowly.
All of a sudden, I'm not bored, my schoolbag is not heavy, I'm happy physically and mentally, and I have a sense of happiness that I've never had before. ...
Giving is a happy composition. 400 words hugged my brother, opened the fuse, and died with him.
Dad said that I reluctantly agreed to give my brother a gun.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I generously gave the gun to my brother. I was anxious.
One thing made me feel the joy of giving, leaving a lingering fragrance in my hand. "Mom and Dad were also infected by us; Sometimes it suddenly rushes up.
I play gun games as soon as I listen. How nice it would be if you sent another one to your brother and each of you played together! "Plus mom and aunt toy store persuasion.
When I was holding a sniper rifle with joy, my father chose another submachine gun and said that he would give it to his younger brother, and then he would attack him head-on and make a heroic sacrifice. Sometimes my brother will suddenly roll on the ground, like accidentally stepping on a mine.
We use quilts as bunkers and watercolor pens as grenades.
Giving is always a happy thing, and then sneak attack from behind.
Sometimes I pretend to be shot unfortunately, imagine myself as a hero in a TV series, and suddenly fall to the ground with an "ah".
I remember my parents decided to buy me a machine gun on my birthday.
When I arrived at the toy store, I finally chose a big and imposing sniper rifle. I saw my brother's eyes shining with joy, just like a hungry donkey got carrots.
A trace of warmth swept through my heart.
My brother and I immediately got a machine gun: "Who's birthday today?" Why didn't he give me a present on my birthday? Why ... "I said a few whys in succession, just like a cockerel with red eyes in a fight:" Even if these two guns are for you, as the saying goes,' Give someone a rose, even if it's your grandparents.
From time to time, our crazy slapstick and laughter came from the room. ...
I wrote an article saying that giving is a kind of happiness. Is 400 words a kind of happiness? It is dedication. In my dictionary, giving is selfless dedication to people.
Everything that nature gives to the earth is also a kind of dedication, and giving is a kind of happiness.
In the morning, birds are chirping and singing in the Woods. It gives beautiful music to the forest, adds infinite fun to the silent morning, and the birds feel happy.
The rain outside the window is ticking. This is natural milk, which provides the most vitamins for living things. It feeds a piece of green land on the earth every time.
Rain also feels that it is a pleasure to drink the most delicious milk for living things.
After the rain cleared, the sun emerged from the house of Wuyun, releasing its energy and giving some warmth to the plants that had just finished drinking the rain.
The sun will also set up a seven-color silk in the sky just washed by rain, giving people a natural and beautiful picture.
The sun feels that it is its happiness to give warmth to plants and human beings and wonderful natural scenery to human beings! The wind came, the girl's shiny black hair flowed with it, the plants danced with it, and the windmill on the Dutch grassland was also turning, turning ... The wind smiled and said, "I will give nature a gesture and give the earth an energy source. I am very happy! " "The mountain is continuous. It has stood under the sky for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, and it is still so strong after the wind and rain.
Mountains give nature a beautiful picture, give people the feeling of climbing high and looking far, give people a strong will, and even silently contribute to the earth.
The mountain feels that people come and go, relaxed and happy, and forget the humiliation. I give people happiness and add beauty to nature. I am very happy! Yeah! Whether it is birds, rain, sun, wind, mountains and other natural scenery, it is a great contribution to the earth and mankind.
Giving is a sincere flower offering and an infinite happiness.
Write a composition on the topic of "the joy of giving". I deeply feel that the more I give to others, the happier I will be. Giving is actually a kind of happiness.
Although I just turned 10 this year, I have enjoyed the warmth, happiness and selfless love of too many mothers. However, I didn't feel happiness and joy at all. Instead, I think my mother is very wordy. Through one thing, I thoroughly understood my mother's hard work and made me feel that giving is the initial happiness.
Once, after school for a long time, I haven't seen my mother's figure, thinking: My mother always comes to pick me up. Why didn't she come today? I walked home alone while thinking. When I got home, I was surprised to find my mother at home, still in bed. I asked her inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?" I waited a long time, but I didn't see you, so I went home by myself.
"Mom frowned and replied uncomfortably," Mom had a bad headache, so I didn't pick you up.
"I looked at the sweat rolling down my mother's forehead and said to her lovingly," It's okay, mom, won't I come back? I went to the clinic at the entrance of the community to get some medicine! " Mother nodded gently.
So ...
I took some pocket money and went downstairs to buy medicine.
It was completely dark, and the dim light in the corridor shone on my shadow. I only heard my own footsteps "dong, dong, dong". If it is normal, I dare not go downstairs at this time anyway, but today I only have one thought in my heart, that is, buy the medicine back quickly and my mother will get better soon. With this idea, I suddenly felt that I was not afraid.
After buying the medicine, I put it in my mother's hand according to the doctor's instructions, poured a cup of warm water, helped my mother finish the medicine, let her lie down and cover the quilt, and then said to my mother, "You lie down well, and I'll make you a quick-frozen jiaozi.
"I watched my mother slowly close her eyes and fell asleep. I didn't go to the kitchen to fill the pot with water, turn on the gas stove, take out the quick-frozen jiaozi in the refrigerator, and cook by myself for the first time according to the method my mother usually taught me.
About half an hour later, I cooked jiaozi. After taking the medicine, my mother's headache was much better.
Through this incident, I deeply feel that the more I give to others, the happier I will be. Giving is actually a kind of happiness.
When I was a child, my mother often taught me to "help others", but I always ignored it.
Now, I know what my mother said is right, and I gave it for the first time.
It was a weekend morning, and I accompanied my mother to the market to buy food.
Mom went in to buy it, and I wandered around the door.
Suddenly, the familiar erhu sound came from my ear. I looked where the voice came from and saw a middle-aged man in rags and unkempt appearance skillfully pulling an erhu.
There are pots and pans for begging in front of you.
The sound of the piano stopped from time to time, and it was replaced by a pleading voice: "Big brother, big sister, please."
I haven't eaten all day! "Pedestrians passed by one by one, but no one stopped to throw a few coins in the bowl.
It suddenly occurred to me that I still have 10 yuan on me. Why not give it to that middle-aged man? Maybe we can help him.
But at the moment I paid, I hesitated: this is my pocket money. Why should I give it to a beggar for no reason? In an instant, two different ideas were at war in my mind.
Then I thought of four words my mother taught me-helping others.
Yes, I should give it to him.
10 yuan was tightly held in my hand. "Give-give me ..." A phone call came from my heart to give him, or he might freeze to death in the street.
Thought of here, I didn't hesitate. I threw the 10 yuan in my hand into the bowl, and the man repeatedly kowtowed and thanked me.
After a while, the melodious erhu sound rang again, as if playing for me, praising my help. Suddenly, my heart was full of joy.
Yes, giving is happy.
Today, with the gradual weakening of human emotions, giving each other is probably the only good medicine.
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At nine o'clock on Saturday night, my parents decided to give me a grand birthday. At eight o'clock sharp, my mother cooked a sumptuous meal to welcome the guests.
"Hey, where's the cake?" I cried.
Mom and dad only care about cooking, but forget to buy cakes.
So my father decided to take me to buy cakes at once.
When we were ready to go home after buying the cake, suddenly there was a sad cry from the roadside. It's getting late. Who is it? So I went over.
Turned out to be a five-year-old girl. She said that her mother took her to buy a birthday cake. While her mother was talking in the shop, she was watching a newly opened supermarket set off fireworks. As a result, she separated from her mother.
I asked her mother's phone number, but she didn't know.
Later, dad asked her where the leader was.
The girl said, "I live at 426 Hongmiao Village.
My father and I pondered for a while, and my father suddenly asked me, "Jiayi, what should I do?" I replied without thinking: "Little girls have birthdays, too. My mother can't find her. She must be more anxious than that little girl. We can't ignore it. The teacher said that we should help others.
"Dad said," it's already half past eight.
If you take her home, it will be your birthday-""Dad, it's late, it doesn't matter.
"So, at night, we sent the little girl from Fengcheng to No.426 Hongmiao Village.
The relatives of the panicked girl were filled with tears of gratitude-it was nearly ten o'clock when I got home, and the guests could not wait long, but I was very happy.
Because for the first time in my life, I realized that I will never forget that giving is happiness.
...
Giving is a happy composition. How to write happiness at the beginning is for composition? After school, I still ride my old bike home.
Because there is no homework, I do my homework well at school.
I hurriedly put down my schoolbag, took out last month's "salary" from my wallet and went shopping happily for dinner.
At home, I saw my uncle. He thought he was looking for something.
He looked for something with his head down and said, "Where's my wallet?" ? Where is my wallet ... "I looked at him and continued to buy my things.
When I passed a narrow path again, I felt I stepped on something and looked down. It turned out to be a wallet. For an instant, I remembered that uncle, so I subconsciously picked up my wallet, then suddenly turned and ran home, shouting, "Uncle, your wallet.
Uncle, your wallet.
"When I ran home, I found my uncle was gone.
I immediately opened my wallet and found that it contained 1000 yuan, an ID card, a driver's license, a passport, two bank cards and some business cards.
I took a business card and dialed his cell phone, but his cell phone was turned off.
I looked at my business card and found that he was the manager of the bargaining company.
So he picked up his bike, rushed out of the house and rode to his company at high speed.
I finally found him in his company.
He is looking for his wallet on the table.
So I gave him my wallet and told him the story.
Uncle smiled happily and said, "Friend, you are a good student."
I will be a talented person and a pillar of society in the future.
By the way, where do you live? "I said," Uncle Lei Feng does good deeds in name only, and I won't leave a name.
Goodbye, uncle.
"I said, and turned and left the company.
On the way home, what happened just now flashed through my mind again.
I am exhausted today, but I am surprisingly happy today.
Because I helped others and gained my own happiness.
When I read the last word and gently closed the book, my eyes were hazy and my thoughts were like a rough tide, which could not be calmed for a long time. The fairy tale Happy Prince written by the famous British writer Wilde left an indelible impression on me.
Once upon a time, there was a statue of a happy prince. He has a pair of crystal sapphire eyes, a sword inlaid with rubies in his hand and shiny clothes.
When he saw the tragic scene of people's poverty, with the help of swallows, he gave all his precious things so that children would no longer be sick and people would no longer starve ... Finally, he became blind, his body became ugly and even removed, but he still had no regrets and felt very happy.
His selfless dedication deeply attracted me, touched me and made me feel the true meaning of love-giving is happiness.
In May 2008, a sudden strong earthquake broke up many families, and some starving babies lost their loving mothers.
Jiang Xiaojuan, an ordinary policeman, is the mother of a six-month-old child.
After the earthquake, her home became a dangerous building, and the nursing child was sent to the country mother-in-law for care, but she insisted on being on duty in the disaster area every day.
One day, she came to the tent area of the victims and heard that four babies had not breastfed for three days and only ate some water and porridge. She picked up the baby without hesitation and lifted her clothes to feed her ... Later, when the reporter interviewed her, she smiled and said, "It's just a small matter."
What a simple language! What an ordinary and great maternal love! All this is reflected in a kind of pay and a kind of happiness.
Give others, you are happy, give others roses, and there is a fragrance in your hand.
Helen Keller, an American woman writer, also said, "I find life very exciting, especially if you live for others."
Give your passion and love to others, and happiness will remain in our hearts.
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I tasted the happy composition I gave. When I was a child, I felt that hard things couldn't be bitten. Hao Hao looked at Hao Hao happily! "I said, and I kept on catching up. I half pulled and gulped!" "Cocoa mother gave it to me just now, and I already ate it. I always like to split my snacks in two and sell my pale hair and eggs on the street.
My mother told me that my grandmother supplemented her family by selling something.
My mother felt sorry for them in her eyes. Every time she comes to my house to play, she makes me understand through one thing. I wisely put it in my grandmother's mouth! Since then, Rourou, that kind of happiness is more than I enjoy alone.
I saw: Hao Hao was holding a biscuit and stuffing it into grandma's mouth: "Grandma, this biscuit is really delicious and looks even more haggard."
I often see my grandmother holding her little grandson in one hand and a dish in the other, but she never asks for it.
My mother is so poor that she always wants to give him some, but I am too stingy and just won't.
Before I reached the broken hut, the sight inside stopped me. My mother secretly gave Hao Hao some cookies. When I found out, Hao Hao had already returned to the door.
Once, when I wasn't paying attention, I always looked at it eagerly, and sometimes even drooled and saw me eating snacks and drinking drinks.
And Hao Hao is particularly sensible. I still remember the incident clearly.
In the east of my home, life is difficult, life is very difficult and wrinkled. After his parents divorced, he was left alone with his elderly grandmother.
Grandma is very old. There is a kid named Hao Hao. He has delicious potato chips. I am a cheapskate. I will never let him take my things, especially those sweet sweets! ""Grandma has bad teeth. ...
Writing a 400-word composition with dedication is a kind of happiness. I deeply feel that the more I give to others, the happier I will be. Giving is actually a kind of happiness.
Although I just turned 10 this year, I have enjoyed the warmth, happiness and selfless love of too many mothers. However, I didn't feel happiness and joy at all. Instead, I think my mother is very wordy. Through one thing, I thoroughly understood my mother's hard work and made me feel that giving is the initial happiness.
Once, after school for a long time, I haven't seen my mother's figure, thinking: My mother always comes to pick me up. Why didn't she come today? I walked home alone while thinking. When I got home, I was surprised to find my mother at home, still in bed. I asked her inexplicably, "What's wrong with you?" I waited a long time, but I didn't see you, so I went home by myself.
"Mom frowned and replied uncomfortably," Mom had a bad headache, so I didn't pick you up.
"I looked at the sweat rolling down my mother's forehead and said to her lovingly," It's okay, mom, won't I come back? I went to the clinic at the entrance of the community to get some medicine! " Mother nodded gently.
So ...
I took some pocket money and went downstairs to buy medicine.
It was completely dark, and the dim light in the corridor shone on my shadow. I only heard my own footsteps "dong, dong, dong". If it is normal, I dare not go downstairs at this time anyway, but today I only have one thought in my heart, that is, buy the medicine back quickly and my mother will get better soon. With this idea, I suddenly felt that I was not afraid.
After buying the medicine, I put it in my mother's hand according to the doctor's instructions, poured a cup of warm water, helped my mother finish the medicine, let her lie down and cover the quilt, and then said to my mother, "You lie down well, and I'll make you a quick-frozen jiaozi.
"I watched my mother slowly close her eyes and fell asleep. I didn't go to the kitchen to fill the pot with water, turn on the gas stove, take out the quick-frozen jiaozi in the refrigerator, and cook by myself for the first time according to the method my mother usually taught me.
About half an hour later, I cooked jiaozi. After taking the medicine, my mother's headache was much better.
Through this incident, I deeply feel that the more I give to others, the happier I will be. Giving is actually a kind of happiness.
I am very happy. I can always see a group of poor beggars in busy downtown hot spots or in deserted streets and alleys.
They are in rags all day and have no livelihood, let alone a livelihood. Many of them despise them.
The crowd passed by them without noticing a beggar beside them.
One Sunday, after I finished my lecture, it began to rain.
Because it's too much trouble to go home for dinner, my father and I can only go to the fast food restaurant in Chenghuangmiao for lunch.
After lunch, the rain is still falling, and it is getting bigger and bigger. Raindrops pattered down like broken beads.
Luxury cars and colorful umbrellas are shuttling through the rain curtain, and we are going home, too.
Walking out of the gate, I saw an old beggar squatting beside the doorpost.
He is only wearing a thin dress covered with a layer of plastic paper.
The broken tin can in front of him has rusted, and the rust is like the uneven wrinkles on his sallow and emaciated face.
He lay shivering on the concrete floor covered with an old mat, and his eyes deep in his cheeks revealed his predicament. What he looks like now can only be described in two words-poor.
I felt sorry for the poor man, so I took out my pocket money from my wallet and gave him some money.
I walked up to him, bent down and threw a dollar into the old man's rusty tin can. He immediately said to me in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, thank you, I wish you a long and healthy life …" I said nothing but smiled at him.
Suddenly, I feel much happier. Unexpectedly, I can get such a reward by paying one yuan. I left happily.
Halfway through, I wanted to give him some more money, even a dime or two, but now I'm far away from him ... One yuan, a small unit of value, has neither the magnificence of "ten thousand" nor the wealth of "one billion", but it can give warmth to a group of people and a group of miserable beggars.
My father gives my old clothes to children in poor mountainous areas of Guizhou every year. Although they are old, they can also send warmth to them.
You know, giving is happiness, it makes society full of love and makes society a beautiful big family. Life is beautiful because of happiness and colorful because of happiness ... but happiness doesn't just come from entertainment, it can be obtained from different situations.
What I envy most is the happiness I give, and what I want most is this kind of happiness ... That afternoon, the blue sky gave people a comfortable feeling, white clouds floated leisurely in the air, and the sun shone on the earth, which made me feel particularly good ... My sister and I went shopping in Haining together.
I walked and saw a bookstore, so I said to my sister, "Sister, I want to buy some books for next semester, can I?" As soon as my sister heard that I wanted to buy a book and thought it was a good thing, she said without hesitation, "Yes, you can buy it yourself, and I will go to the clothing store next to you."
"I took the money into the bookstore, appraised a book that matched the Chinese book next semester and bought it.
I just walked out of the bookstore and saw an old man with white hair. He is thin and has been kneeling on the ground. He held a broken bowl in his talon-like hand and begged from passers-by ... I looked at my poor grandfather, and tears of sympathy swirled in my eyes ... At this moment, an uncle came to grandpa and grandpa took his hand. I thought to myself: Grandpa is so miserable! Sure enough, he was violently thrown to the ground by the uncle.
I ran to grandpa and helped him up. Grandpa repeatedly said, "Thank you!" "I smiled and said," you're welcome ".
I looked at his family situation and felt very sympathetic, so I wanted to help him, but I was afraid it was a lie ... Give, don't give, don't give ... I had many contradictions in my heart, but I still gave the 20 yuan money in the bowl.
My sister saw it and smiled with satisfaction.
Grandpa also said "thank you" gratefully.
At that time, I really realized that giving is happiness. Everyone should lend a helping hand to others, and you will feel that kind of happy mood.
Giving to others is worth remembering and being proud of! When I was a child, my mother often taught me to help others, but I always ignored it.
Now, I know what my mother said is right, and I gave it for the first time.
It was a weekend morning, and I accompanied my mother to the market to buy food.
Mom went in to buy it, and I wandered around the door.
Suddenly, the familiar erhu sound came from my ear. I looked where the voice came from and saw a middle-aged man in rags and unkempt appearance skillfully pulling an erhu.
There are pots and pans for begging in front of you.
The sound of the piano stopped from time to time, and it was replaced by a pleading voice: "Big brother, big sister, please."
I haven't eaten all day! "Pedestrians passed by one by one, but no one stopped to throw a few coins in the bowl.
It suddenly occurred to me that I still have 10 yuan on me. Why not give it to that middle-aged man? Maybe we can help him.
But at the moment I paid, I hesitated: this is my pocket money. Why should I give it to a beggar for no reason? In an instant, two different ideas were at war in my mind.
Then I thought of four words my mother taught me-helping others.
Yes, I should give it to him.
10 yuan was tightly held in my hand. "Give-give me ..." A phone call came from my heart to give him, or he might freeze to death in the street.
Thought of here, I didn't hesitate. I threw the 10 yuan in my hand into the bowl, and the man repeatedly kowtowed and thanked me.
After a while, the melodious erhu sound rang again, as if playing for me, praising my help. Suddenly, my heart was full of joy.
Yes, giving is happy.
Today, with the gradual weakening of human emotions, giving each other is probably the only good medicine.
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