A meaningful thing for primary school students: 600 words and three articles.

Life is like a big box, which is filled with many dazzling pearls. Each pearl represents one thing, but one thing ha

A meaningful thing for primary school students: 600 words and three articles.

Life is like a big box, which is filled with many dazzling pearls. Each pearl represents one thing, but one thing has always been fresh in my memory and unforgettable. Once, the teacher was giving us a Siwei class. The content of the text is about the life of the disabled. The teacher also told several inspirational stories about the disabled. After listening to the story, the tenacious vitality of the disabled infected me, and at the same time they also have their kind of disability that others can't understand. You can imagine how difficult it is. In order to experience the life of the disabled, I decided to be blind for one day.

Early in the morning, I found a piece of cloth to cover my eyes. The sudden darkness made me extremely uncomfortable and almost fell down. I groped my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, but when I squeezed toothpaste, I actually used my mother's facial cleanser as toothpaste, which was embarrassing.

Then I had breakfast, but milk and eggs, like a naughty child, always refused to enter my mouth. One minute they ran to the table, and the next minute they bumped into my nose, which made me try my best to finish them.

I gradually adapted to the darkness, just like a small fish swimming freely in the vast sea, but it is still inconvenient, such as writing, walking and eating. There is nothing wrong with eating. You only need to hold the wall when you walk, but writing is not so easy. Every time I write, I either write above or below, or I write like a ghost. I gradually lost patience, so I dropped my pen on the ground just to vent my anger, but on second thought, those blind people were not born to write neatly and comely, but also succeeded through perseverance! So I practiced and practiced, and finally wrote a word "I" without "flaws".

Through a day's life of the blind, I deeply realized the hardships and pains of the life of the blind, so it is so difficult to say that the life of the blind is so difficult! Let's care, care and care for the disabled together!

extreme

Today, I participated in a charity sale for young journalists organized by Taicang Daily. The theme of this activity is "Small flea market spreading public welfare concept". For this charity sale, I rummaged through my closet and found out my own inventory: some notebooks, a pile of plush toys, dolls, dried flowers and sweets. My mother and I came to the market sweating with big bags and small bags. Put the items on the counter one by one, and we decided the price of each item through negotiation. Everything is ready, only owe customers!

I stood behind the counter, watching people coming and going, expecting someone to stop and buy my things. Speaking of the devil, some beautiful young ladies picked up my notebook and opened it again and again. As soon as I saw it, I hurried forward to sell it, but they hesitated about the price and finally put it down and left. I have to keep waiting. Several children stared at my lollipops and plush toys, and just wanted to reach for them, they were taken away by their mother. Many people asked about my goods, but no one bought them. Seeing that the counter next to me earned a lot of money, I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks.

Going out for a walk, I found that the counters with good sales are nothing more than these two reasons: one is cheap, and the other is shouting. I decided decisively to reduce the price.

Sure enough, as soon as I reduced the price, customers came, and an aunt took her son to look through my notebook. "Aunt, buy some notebooks for your son, 5 yuan a book, very cheap. Our charity sale is to donate money to poor students and give us a little love. " Aunt thought for a moment, looked at her son, and finally said, "We want all these books. You give us your love and we will give you a small gift. " I was overjoyed and finally opened it. My business is getting better and better. Two lollipops for one dollar and two dried flowers for five dollars were robbed.

With some "income", I went out to visit other charity counters with confidence. I bought my favorite Rubik's cube and cards, and my heart was full of joy.

I excitedly put my charity sale income into the donation box. Although I contributed my own inventory, I have no regrets at all. In today's activities, I realized the hard work of doing business; I feel everyone's love more. I hope that with our efforts, those poor students can go to school as happily as we do.

Tisso

"The golden light shines on the resplendent stage, and countless lenses and eyes gather on me. I ended my speech well and generously, and won endless applause ... "This scene has been repeated in my mind many times, and I really hope it is true-I am timid and shy by nature, and I never dare to perform in public, which makes me very upset. "Oral training" falls right on my head. The so-called "speech training" is to make a small speech in the class. While admiring the success of others' speeches, I didn't expect that one day I would "show my face" in front of the whole class. There is no time to complain about God's unfairness. Get ready quickly, so that I won't lose so badly.

I am about to take the stage, my heart is pounding, and my confidence is lost with the cold sweat I was scared out. In the applause of my classmates, I stepped onto the stage, trying to calm myself down, but I couldn't control my flustered steps, and my eyes could not help showing my inner confidence. Although I knew how scared I was, I could feel that my image had collapsed. Is it broken or trying to save it? At this time, the students' expectant eyes and the teacher's smile calmed me down. I don't know where I got the courage and confidence. Go on.

Countless applause and lights, countless trophies and honors all missed me, because I almost collapsed such a small speech. What about the camera and the stage? This idea occupied my brain and made me realize for the first time that I was so ordinary and cowardly. In this way, a "speech" that I thought was a failure and tasteless ended. A loud applause seemed to comfort my failure, but at that time, it seemed to me that it was an irony of my incompetence.

I don't know what I did or thought in the following time, only that I got a decent score. Time smoothed my embarrassment, and after a while, I looked back. Actually, it's nothing, but I overestimated myself before. However, this incident made me break through the cocoon: the speech was not so terrible, because when I was in the center of the stage, I was the focus of the stage. I will try my best to run this stage well, regardless of the audience's views on me, and reach the state of "forgetting me" in order to make a wonderful speech ideally. This is the meaning of this matter.