A 500-word essay on the thing that reminds me the most

Part 1: An evocative thing

Some small things usually happen around us, but please do not ignore these small things and think that these small things happen It makes no sense at all. Now please listen to me tell a little story!

One day in September 2012, something not small but of great significance happened. After a certain class on this day, our dear classmate Xiaojia got into a dispute and started a fight with a few boys because she was unhappy with them. However, a good classmate of ours told Teacher Lu about this matter, so Teacher Lu had already discovered it without Xiaojia knowing. Originally, she was so pitiful that she wanted to escape this disaster by chance,

So Teacher Lu educated and criticized Xiaojia during her self-study. Please listen to the educational content below.

Teacher Lu asked sternly in front of the whole class, had anyone made a scene during recess today?

A few boys in my class wanted to deny it, but when they saw Xiaojia, a weak little girl, standing up, they felt embarrassed, so they stood up too. . But when our director, Mr. Lu, asked classmate Xiaojia why she was joking, classmate Xiaojia contradicted her in a very bad tone:

I am not joking! Then, Teacher Lu became furious when he heard what she said and severely criticized classmate Xiaojia. Xiaojia cried when she heard Teacher Lu’s criticism. At this time, the middle school self-study was over. At the beginning of the first class in the afternoon, the math teacher came in. After seeing Xiaojia crying, he asked her why she was crying. Xiaojia originally wanted to answer but Teacher Lu beat her to it. She told the math teacher that it was not for any reason. The math teacher said to her very kindly. Since there is no reason, then don’t cry, dry your tears quickly and listen to the class:

From this story, I learned a truth - you must be polite when speaking to teachers, do not contradict, and the tone must be kind.

Part 2: An unforgettable thing

One morning, my mother said that she would go to her grandma’s house to help move bricks, and it cost one yuan per brick. At first, I thought it was very simple. I wanted to get the money very much, so I pestered my mother to go quickly. My mother became impatient with my pestering and said, "Go right away!" I was dancing with joy.

I was very uncomfortable walking on the bumpy road. I finally arrived at my grandma’s house, and I was going to move bricks. However, my cousin was not here and I was very lonely. My grandmother asked my cousin to come back and move bricks together. My cousin came back and we started moving bricks. When the heavy bricks were placed in the basket, my whole body felt heavy and my pace slowed down. One brick, two bricks. When I carried the third brick, my shoulders were already hurting. When I asked my grandma to come out to get the bricks, she didn't come out. I was so angry that I threw my back brick on the ground and walked into the TV room. , closed the door tightly, and lay on the bed. After dozens of minutes passed, my grandma came in quickly and explained to me that she was late because she was going to the bathroom. She also said that she would give me ten yuan and my brother would move. It was only ten yuan for twelve yuan, so I was pretty good. When I thought about such a good thing, I must not miss it, so I took the ten yuan. It was time to eat, so I hurried to eat. I devoured the fragrant food on the table. When I was full, I forgot my anger and started playing with everyone, talking and laughing. However, my mother confiscated my seven yuan and said I only moved three bricks and could only get three yuan.

As dusk approached, I was leaving, and I reluctantly said goodbye to my grandma. I still miss that day very much.

Part 3: A Touching Thing

Time flies by like running water, and many memories have faded with the disappearance of the days. But there is one thing that makes me vividly remember and move me deeply - that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was about to go to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Jingjing, the weather forecast is for rain today, so you'd better bring an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. , The sky is clear, how can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just when school was over at noon, there was sudden lightning and thunder, and a heavy rain fell suddenly. The students who brought rain gear all went home, and the others were picked up one by one by their parents. My father teaches in a school out of town and never comes home at noon. It just so happened that my mother was suffering from a high fever and was taking an IV drip these days. I don't think anyone will come to pick me up. I sat alone in the classroom, anxious and hungry. Looking at the heavy rain falling outside the window, I couldn't help crying.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and heavy rain seemed to swallow my mother up. My mother struggled and walked towards me.

"Jingjing, come here quickly and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mom's hair, face, and body were all soaked by the rain. Looking at my mother who looked like a drowned rat and her blue and white face, I couldn't help crying again...

An umbrella holds up the sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. . Although it has been a long time, it always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study well...

Part 4: An Angry Thing

"What Logic!" I shouted angrily for this competition.

Why! Why is there such a big gap between this badminton match and last time? Last time our class defeated the enemy class with an advantage of 11:1, 11:0, 11:5, and 11:10. However, today's game was just the opposite. The players in the enemy team made a huge comeback.

At the beginning of the game, the opponent seemed to have been transformed and defeated Wang Jun, the male ace of our class, with an advantage of 21:2. The boy played at an astonishing speed, completely different from last time. With just a loud noise, the ball disappeared from the net and passed by Wang Jun, the ace of our class, in an instant. Lost by one point. Wang Jun from our class is unwilling to give in. I, the audience, was also very annoyed. Before we all came to our senses, another ball hit the ball. I cheered for Wang Jun and told him not to lose heart and must catch the ball. The long ball "flew" over like a bird. Wang Jun raised his head, stared at the ball, and saw that the ball was already close to him. He swung the racket, aimed at the ball, and hit his opponent hard. The ball passed Wang Jun's racket as if by magic. , the ball fell to the ground and another point was lost. This is what happens next. Our class loses by one point.

The balls they hit were fast and accurate. They beat our class all over, and the results were terrible. Our opponents are sarcastic and sarcastic in front of us, but we dare not express our anger!

Everyone in the class looked sad and downcast.

I said angrily: "Humph! Scholars must not be killed or humiliated! It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. He will leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood. We are determined to win the next competition, but you will lose!"