450-word composition with epiphany, from not knowing to knowing.

Today is still a quiet night. I am doing my homework in my room alone. The desk lamp bent over and smiled at me. The light is so soft and weak, just like a deflated balloon. No amount of words can describe the color of light. Everything is so pale and natural. I appreciate this unique beauty in silence and feel a free and carefree happiness.

I wrote quickly with a pen, and the rustling of the pen tip was so light and rhythmic. As if playing a sad song together. It turned out that I was short of breath and I didn't know it.

Suddenly, a smell came from the kitchen to my insensitive nose. I rubbed my nose with my hand first, and then sniffed it. The smell of golden cake hovered in the room.

I finally couldn't help it. I bent down like a cat, lowered my head, frowned like a child who made a mistake, and looked like a sad leopard. My hand trembled slightly in the air, biting my lip, as if chewing an oversized red Fuji. My lips are slightly purple, like a bunch of ripe grapes. My legs are bent like a crescent moon. Bend your hands into an arc and put them on your chest, as if they suddenly slipped to the table. My heart is like fifteen buckets of water, and I am anxious. My eyes are staring at the golden cake like a hungry wolf, and I want to grab a piece and try it as soon as I reach out.

I don't know when I was discovered. Like a gust of wind, I quickly held the plate in my arms, as if I was hiding a priceless antique and pointed at the faucet with one hand. I tried to shrink back and forth, hoping not to be influenced by her anger, but I still couldn't escape my mother's shell attack. She slapped the table angrily and said, "Why don't you wash your hands today?" My eyes are fixed on me. My heart is full of regret, my heart thumped, and the air stopped freezing at this moment. I dare not look into my mother's eyes, and my face is flushed, as if I saw the invisible red wings burning behind my mother.

It suddenly dawned on me, so I rushed over to wash my hands and finally got excited about eating.

Freedom and Life It was a warm afternoon in August, and a group of children were trying to catch those colorful butterflies. I can't help thinking of an impressive thing that happened in my childhood. At that time, I was 12 years old and lived in South Carolina. I often catch some wild animals and put them in cages, but after that, my interest was lost. My home is on the edge of the forest, whenever the sun sets. Then a group of American thrush birds came to rest and sing in the forest. This song is so wonderful that no human instrument can play such a beautiful tune. I decided to catch a little thrush, put it in my cage and let it sing for me. Sure enough, I succeeded. First, it flapped its wings and flew around in the cage, very scared. But then it calmed down and admitted this new home. I feel extremely happy. It's a godsend. I put the birdcage in my backyard. The next day, its loving mother flew to the cage with food in her mouth. The mother thrush lets the baby thrush swallow the food bit by bit. Of course, the female thrush knows it's much better than me feeding her baby. It seems that this is a good thing for everyone. The next morning, I went to see what my little prisoner was doing and found it. It coincided with the famous ornithologist Arthur? Willie came to see my father and stayed at my house. I told him the poor boy's terrible bad luck. After listening to this, he made an incisive explanation: "When a female American thrush finds her child in a cage, she must feed the little thrush with poisonous berries enough to kill her. It seems that she firmly believes that it is better for a child to die than to be a prisoner alive. " From then on, I will never catch any living thing in a cage, because any living thing has the pursuit of free life.

The fun of childhood Everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells on the seashore, shining with colorful brilliance and countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is my most unforgettable childhood fun. I remember when I was a child, I planted an orange tree in my yard, which was born with me. I often carved a mark on the trunk with a knife. Have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. A tree catches the wind. Don't do such stupid things in the future. "I suddenly understood that it is not that I am short, but that the tree is high. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to the chicken. Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... so many interesting things, which make up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that interesting childhood stories will be the best memories in my life.

That day, it was unusually hot, the sun covered every corner of the earth and the leaves were too dry. It happened that I was still practicing dancing in the dance studio in this weather, which was really painful. I'm sweating like a pig, and my back aches. I suddenly got a call from my mother saying that I had something to do and asked me to walk home by myself.

I was furious and puzzled. Looking out of the window, it's scorching outside, and I can't help thinking bitterly: What's so important for mom, why didn't you pick me up in such a hot day? It's really cruel

When I went downstairs, the sun was burning. I narrowed my eyes, lowered my head, blocked the sun with my hand and sighed deeply. "Ah! I hate it. " Let's go. I really can't stand this vicious sunshine. Countless hot gases are coming at me, and suddenly the sweat of beans is drenched all over me.

There is a crossroads ahead, so wait for the green light. I swept around, there was no car, and I ran across the street without even stepping on the zebra crossing. I was very impatient.

I worked hard to get home, and finally got home in about ten minutes. I quickly opened the door, couldn't wait to take out the popsicle, turn on the air conditioner and enjoy it quietly. Really comfortable!

However, I can't forget my mother in my heart, and I can't help thinking silently: bang! I must question her when she comes back. Who is the important person? What are you up to?

"bang!" When the door opened, I knew my mother had come back. She seems to be as wet as I am, and her face is as red as fire. I walked up to her willy-nilly, rested my hands on her hips, gave her a bad look, and opened my mouth to ask, "Where have you been? What's so important, you didn't come to pick me up, almost killed me ... "

However, she has a good temper today. She just smiled at me, looked at me innocently, and gave me a naughty reply: "Hehe! There is something to do and something to do. " I turned to change. He walked up to me in an instant, touched my head and said kindly, "You must wait until the green light and take the zebra crossing in the future, or it will be very dangerous, you know?"

I looked at her with strange eyes. "well! How do you know I didn't wait for the green light ... "Suddenly, I stopped. "Are you following me?"

"Not really!" Mother curled her lips, as if knowing that she had slipped her tongue, and turned around like a shy child.

At this time, I suddenly realized: "In fact, my mother has been behind me." I sighed lightly, blinked and looked at her affectionately: "I'm sorry ...! "

It turns out that this is great maternal love. She has been with me, growing up with me and teaching me to be independent and strong!