A small subject hides a big story, and the composition reveals the big from the small.
In this colorful world, it is not easy to be a mother without any hardship or labor. , If you don’t put in sweat, how can you be considered a competent mother? Therefore, it is not easy to be a mother. From the time I was born, my mother has worked hard and worked hard for me. She has done her best to raise me. Symphony of the Four Seasons When I was in elementary school, in the spring when the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, my mother rode her bicycle to pick me up from school; in the scorching summer, my mother’s blazing eyes shielded me from the sun; in the autumn when the golden breeze brought coolness, My mother stood by the door every day, waiting for me to return. During the rainy and snowy winter, my mother endured hunger and cold, asked me about my welfare, and bought me more clothes. You say, is it easy to be a mother? When I was in middle school, the courses were even more intense. I would get up early and come home late every day, but my mother would get up earlier than me and stay late. When I got up in the morning, there was already hot food on the table; when I came back from school in the evening, there was already hot food on the table. There is a cup of hot milk waiting for me; when I am sick, my mother's haggard face is a little more anxious; when I am in a bad mood, my mother tries her best to comfort me. You say, is it easy to be a mother? Spring Breeze Turned into Rain Once, I made a very serious mistake. My mother was very angry. She had never had such an expression on her face. My mother reached out and hit me. At that time, I was very scared. But she endured it. She treated me with "reason and emotion". Finally, I finally understood the seriousness of the matter and never made the same mistake again. You say, is it easy to be a mother? Moisturizing things silently Mother, I am sad and you are even more sad; my heart is happy and you are happy too. You always leave good things for me to eat and buy you good clothes for me to wear, but you are reluctant to eat or wear them yourself. Sometimes I lose my temper with you and quarrel with you. I know you are very sad at this time, but you never feel sad in front of me. Instead, you hide in your room and sob alone. For me, you held back your anger and your sorrow. It is not easy for you. Your greatness, your fraternity, and what you have done let me see your nobility, your calmness, and more importantly, your love for me. It is not easy to be a mother. She cares about her daughter regardless of herself. She takes her daughter to school in the spring, shields her daughter from the scorching sun during the summer solstice, waits for her daughter's return in autumn, adds clothes to her daughter in winter, makes her anxious when she is sick, and relieves her sorrow when she is injured. Mother, it’s not easy for you!
2. Short stories (composition materials) suitable for fourth grade students! ! !
Hua Luogeng
Hua Luogeng is a modern Chinese mathematician. Born on November 12, 1910 in Jintan County, Jiangsu Province. Died in Tokyo, Japan on June 12, 1985. After graduating from junior high school in 1924, Hua Luogeng studied at Shanghai China Vocational School for less than a year. He dropped out of school due to family poverty. He studied mathematics diligently on his own. In 1930, he published an article on the solution of algebraic equations in "Science". He was valued by experts and was invited to He went to work at Tsinghua University and began research on number theory. In 1934, he became a researcher at the China Education and Culture Foundation. In 1936, he went to work at the University of Cambridge in England as a visiting scholar. He returned to China in 1938 and was employed as a professor at Southwest Associated University. In 1946, he was invited as a researcher by the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton of the Soviet Union and taught at Princeton University. Beginning in 1948, he was a professor at the University of Illinois.
Returned to China in 1950 and successively served as professor at Tsinghua University, director and vice president of the Department of Mathematics at the University of Science and Technology of China, director of the Institute of Mathematics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, director of the Institute of Applied Mathematics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and vice president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. . Hua Luogeng was also a member of the Standing Committee of the First, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth National People's Congress and Vice Chairman of the Sixth National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.
Hua Luogeng is an internationally renowned mathematician who has made outstanding contributions in a wide range of mathematical fields such as analytic number theory, matrix geometry, function theory of multiple complex variables, and partial differential equations. Due to his contributions , many theorems, lemmas, inequalities and methods are named after him. In order to promote the optimization method, Hua Luogeng personally led a team to popularize and apply mathematical methods in 27 provinces for more than 20 years, achieving obvious economic and social benefits and making significant contributions to my country's economic construction.
This one is also by Chen Jingrun, it’s also very interesting!
Chen Jingrun doesn’t like playing in parks or walking on the street, but he loves studying. When studying, I often forget to eat and sleep.
One day, when Chen Jingrun was having lunch, he touched his head and said, "Oh, my hair is too long. I should get it straightened out quickly, otherwise, if people see it, they will think he is a girl." So he put down his job and ran to the barber shop.
There are many people in the barber shop, and everyone gets their hair cut next to each other. The brand Chen Jingrun took was the small brand No. 38. He thought: It's still early for my turn. Time is so precious, I can't waste it in vain. He hurriedly walked out of the barber shop, found a quiet place to sit down, then took out a small notebook from his pocket and memorized new words in foreign languages. After memorizing it for a while, he suddenly remembered that when he was reading a foreign language in the morning, there was something he didn't understand. If you don't understand something, you must understand it. This is Chen Jingrun's temper. He looked at his watch. It was only half past twelve. He thought: Go to the library to check it out first, and then come back before it’s too late to get a haircut, so he stood up and left. Who knows, not long after he left, it would be his turn to get a haircut. The uncle barber shouted loudly: "Number 38! Who is number 38? Come and get a haircut!" Think about it, Chen Jingrun is reading in the library, can he hear the uncle barber calling number 38?
After a while, Chen Jingrun understood what he didn't understand in the library, and then happily walked to the barber shop. But he passed by the foreign language reading room. There were all kinds of new books, which were very nice to read. He ran in and read a book again. It wasn't until the sun went down that he remembered about getting a haircut. When he touched his pocket, he saw that the small sign with the number thirty-eight was still lying there. But what's the use of him coming to the barber shop? This number has long been outdated.
When Chen Jingrun entered the library, it was like falling into a jar of honey, and he couldn't bear to leave. But no, one day, Chen Jingrun had breakfast, took two steamed buns and a piece of pickles, and went to the library.
Chen Jingrun found the quietest place in the library and read the book seriously. He waited until noon and felt a little hungry, so he took out a steamed bun from his pocket and gnawed on it while reading.
"Ding Lingling..." The after-get off work clock rang, and the administrator shouted loudly: "It's time to get off work, please leave the library!" Everyone left, but Chen Jingrun didn't hear it at all. I'm still reading a book.
The administrator thought everyone had left the library, so he locked the library door and went home.
Time passed quietly, and the sky gradually became dark. Chen Jingrun looked out the window and said to himself: The weather today is really weird! The sun shines brightly for a while, and it becomes overcast for a while. He pulled the light switch cord and sat down to read again. Looking at it, suddenly, he stood up. It turned out that he got enlightened after reading a book for a day. Now, he has to rush back to his dormitory to continue working on the question he didn't finish yesterday.
Chen Jingrun packed up his books and walked out. The library was quiet, without any sound. Hey, where did the administrator go? Why are there no people coming to read the book? Chen Jingrun looked at his watch, ah, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. He pushed the door open, but it was locked; he shouted loudly: "Please open the door! Please open the door!" But no one answered.
Under normal circumstances, Chen Jingrun would have walked back to his seat and continued reading until the next morning. But, not today! He has to rush back to his dormitory to finish the unfinished question!
He walked to the phone and called the office. But no one came to answer, there was only a beeping sound. He dialed the number several more times, but no one answered. What to do? At this time, he remembered the party committee secretary and immediately called the party committee secretary.
"Chen Jingrun?" The party secretary felt strange when he received the call. When he asked what was going on, he was very happy and said with a smile: "Chen Jingrun! Chen Jingrun! Thank you for your hard work. You are such a good comrade."
The party committee secretary immediately sent a few comrades to Go to the library administrator. The door of the library opened, and Chen Jingrun said to the administrator: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Thank you, thank you!" As he said this, he ran down the stairs and returned to his dormitory.
He turned on the light and immediately started working on the problem.
Three Short Composition Stories
Mother’s Grapes
The mother fox and her little fox lived in the cave. The little fox was hungry. , whiningly asked the mother fox for food, "Woo-woo-mom, I'm hungry." The mother fox said, "Just wait, mom will find something delicious for you."
Mother Fox climbed over one mountain, over two mountains, and over the third mountain, and finally came to the village where grapes grew.
"I'm sorry, my child is crying from hunger. Let me pick a bunch of grapes." Mother Fox said, jumped up on the grape trellis, picked a large bunch of grapes, and hurriedly ran into the mountains. . After climbing over one mountain, over two mountains, and over the third mountain, home was right in front of us. The mother fox heard the cry of the little fox, but it couldn't run anymore, so she put the grapes on a tree. Sit down and rest under the tree. Suddenly, the sound of barking dogs was heard in the distance, and the hunter came chasing after him with his dogs! what to do? The mother fox shouted: "Woo-woo, run away if you are in danger!"
The little fox heard her mother's cry and hurriedly escaped from the cave and fled into the mountains. Later, the little fox searched for her mother everywhere in the mountains. In one or two years, the little fox grew up unknowingly. One day, the little fox came to a tree near the cave where his mother lived. He found a bunch of grapes growing under the tree. He tasted one and said, "Ah! It's so sweet!" The little fox remembered his mother's words again. : "Just wait, mommy will go find you something to eat." So, the little fox opened up his voice and shouted to his mother who didn't know where he was: "Mom, thank you!"
A It happened between a wanderer and his mother. The wanderer left his hometown after his period of visiting relatives expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of my son’s travel bag was suddenly broken. It was almost time for the train to leave. When my mother hurriedly took off her belt, her face turned red due to her impatience and exertion. The son asked his mother how to get home? The mother said, it doesn't matter, just walk slowly.
For many years, the son has kept his mother's waistband close to him. For years, my son had wondered how his mother walked back to her home several miles away without a belt.
Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of the prison visit, an old mother from a poor mountainous area visited her son who was serving his sentence after traveling by donkey cart, car and train. Among the colorful items brought by the prison visitors, the old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds have been fried, and the old mother has eaten them all. There is no skin, and the white flowers look like densely packed bird tongues.
The son who was serving his sentence took the pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. The mother was also speechless, lifting up her clothes and wiping her eyes. She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son, sold eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip. Before coming, after working hard during the day, I ate melon seeds under the kerosene lamp at night. Eat the melon seeds and put them together, and you will see that they are growing like a small mountain, and no one is willing to eat them. More than ten kilograms of melon seeds lit up many nights.
The son serving his sentence lowered his head. As a strong son, it was time to support his mother, but he could not. Of all the visitors, his mother was the most shabbily dressed. The melon seeds my mother ate each bite contained a thousand words. The son knelt down to his mother and confessed.
Once, a friend of the same age who had recently been married complained to me about my mother, saying that she was uneducated and open-minded, that she could not do anything and loved to nag. So, I told him these two stories. After listening, his eyes were filled with tears and he was speechless for a long time.
Four 500-word essay about short stories and big principles
A bag of potatoes
A kindergarten teacher plays a game with the children in her class. She told the children to each bring a plastic bag from home and fill it with potatoes. Each potato has the name of the person he hates most written on it, so the more people he hates, the more potatoes he has in his pocket.
The next day, each child brought some potatoes. Some have two, some have three, and the most are five. Then the teacher said: "You must take this bag of potatoes with you wherever you go, even to the bathroom."
As the days passed, the children began to complain: the moldy potatoes gave off an unpleasant smell. Plus, those kids with five potatoes no longer want to carry around a heavy bag.
A week later, the game was over and the children were finally liberated.
The teacher asked them: "How do you feel about carrying potatoes with you during this week?" The children expressed frustration that it was inconvenient to move around with potato bags, and there was also the smell of moldy potatoes. The smell is terrible.
At this time, the teacher told them the meaning of this game. She said: "It's the same as resenting someone you hate in your heart. The poison of jealousy will eat away at your soul, and you have to carry it with you wherever you go. If you can't stand the smell of rotten potatoes, Zhou, how can you let the poison of jealousy take over your life? ”
So don’t carry the burden of hatred throughout your life. It is better to forgive others’ mistakes.
2: Driving nails
Once upon a time, there was a boy with a very bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others, he must hammer a nail into the yard fence. On the first day, the boy hammered 37 nails. Over the next few days he learned to control himself, which was actually much easier than driving nails. Finally one day, he didn't nail a single nail, and he happily told his father about it.
Dad said: "From now on, if you don't lose your temper for a day, you can pull out a nail on that day." The days passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. His father took him to the edge of the fence and said to him: "Son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These changes will never be restored. It's like you quarreled with someone and said You leave a wound in his heart like a nail hole with some unpleasant words. If you insert a knife into a person's body, it will be difficult for the wound to heal no matter how much you apologize. It's there. You know, physical wounds are just as hard to heal as mental wounds. Your friends are your precious possessions. They make you happy and make you brave. They are always there to listen to your sorrows. , they will support you and open their hearts to you."
I finished my homework very early on Sunday night, and my father told me a story: "When my father was young, he lived in a remote small town. In the mountain village, there was a dry well in my grandfather's yard. Although it was a well without water, the layout of the well did not change when there was water. One day, a fox ran into the yard looking for food. When he walked to the well, He accidentally saw the tabby cat opposite. Because he was too hungry and couldn't find any other food, he could only turn his attention to the tabby cat. The tabby cat glanced at the fox, but did not show any panic when the fox looked at him desperately. When the big cat pounced on it, it fell into a dry well. This scene was discovered by the grandfather who was working at home. Grandpa caught the fox without any effort. During the Spring Festival that year, Grandpa put on a fox fur hat. ..."
At this point in the story, I don’t know if the cunning fox thought about another problem at that time and hated the big tabby cat because it was the big tabby cat that grandpa caught it. Does it hate itself even more? If I don't chase the tabby cat, then it will be safe and sound.
Isn’t it true that people nowadays are like this, seeking money and life for their own benefit, breaking the law, but in the end there is no good end, just like this fox, for a cat, and He lost his freedom and even his life. People sometimes lose their freedom because of greed for money. Although the two things manifest themselves in different forms, their greed is the same and the punishment they receive is the same.
If you can turn a stumbling block into a stepping stone, you will be a strong person in life. Frustration is like this. If you defeat it sometimes and continue to challenge it, it will always give in. The road of life will inevitably be bumpy and muddy. We must leave our footprints with this spirit of not admitting defeat and not bowing down, overcoming setbacks and getting out of adversity. You know, muddy roads leave footprints.
Five 300-word essays about short stories in life
Extraordinary things about ordinary people
One flower, one world, one grass, one paradise.
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Inscriptions one by one
Everyone in life has his or her own position in the big carousel of society, whether it is prominent or obscure; Ask. Buddha said: All living beings are equal.
No matter what the position is, even ordinary people, in their ordinary positions, doing their own things well and working hard and dedicated, they are the most lovable people.
Lei Feng, the first person to "dedicate". In his ordinary post, too many extraordinary things happened. When Chairman Mao shouted loudly on Tiananmen Square: "Learn from Lei ***!", his deeds had already spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River.
In contemporary times, "Lei Feng" emerges in endlessly.
Wenhuazhi, the touch in the voice. "I am a tour guide, and behind me are my tourists. Please save the tourists first." This was the first thing Wen Huazhi said to the rescuers when she woke up from a coma at the scene of a major traffic accident. 23-year-old Wen Huazhi was a tour guide at Xintiandi Travel Agency in Xiangtan, Hunan. When she was seriously injured, she left the hope of life to the tourists and the threat of death to herself.
Wei Li, the undefeated hero. He stood up on the bus to stop three thieves from pickpocketing. His courage is admirable. Even though his femoral artery was punctured by a vicious gangster and his life was in danger, he never regretted it. He smiled and said to his family: "He is fine." What a spirit of dedication!
Li Chunhua, eternal memory. In less than 10 minutes, he pushed the two drowned teenagers to the other side of life, but he himself disappeared into the whirlpool of the pond. What made this 2003 student from the School of History and Culture of Hunan Normal University make a decisive decision at the critical moment of life and death? Be kind and giving heart.
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Ordinary people do extraordinary things in their ordinary positions. They move us and the world. Kindness and virtuousness are reflected in them; selflessness and no regrets shine in them. They are like a clear spring, giving us a shot in the arm when we are gradually lost in the world of desire; they are like a ray of sunshine, bringing hope to the dark corners of the world; they are the pioneers of the road, pointing the way to the proud people hiding among the powerful. They are the cutest people.
A drop of water can also nourish a land, a touch of sunshine can also illuminate a darkness, and a small road can also lead to Rome. Ordinary people, in their ordinary positions, do their own things well. They will not blame themselves for the glory that shines, nor will they ridicule and look down on the poor and hold their heads high. They work and contribute in obscurity in their own position, without any regrets
6. I am looking for short stories that can be used for writing essays.
Chalk is the most common and ordinary thing in the world, and it is also the most common thing in school.
Chalk has a short head and a cylindrical body. Its body is so fragile that it snaps in half with just the slightest force from your hand. If it accidentally falls to the ground, it will be broken into pieces.
Every time in class, when the teacher needs to write on the blackboard, he will habitually pick up a piece of chalk and write on the blackboard. The chalk was waving quickly on the blackboard, and the knowledge on the blackboard quickly entered our minds. But after a class, either half of the chalk was missing, or it was all turned into dust falling on the ground.
Since the beginning of school, we have used almost a dozen boxes of chalk. But the teacher relies on it to pass on knowledge to us. Although chalk is very insignificant and not taken seriously by others, its sacrifice has bought us countless knowledge, and its dedication has made tomorrow's pillars of talent. It came to this world silently, and left silently, without a sound or a trace, but it still had no regrets, it never showed off its achievements, it just wanted to do something for mankind silently What it can do. They will remain in our memories and hearts forever. The selfless dedication of chalk moves us and praises it.
Qi imitates the writing method of fingers and writes a composition to realize a major principle of life from the short stories seen and heard in life·
Life is viewed from two angles , are two different turning points. Some people think that life is a tragedy, miserable or happy ending, and even give them no hope of living. Others think that life is a new grass, a blue ocean, because they all have the most brilliant vitality. Some people's attitude towards life is one of expectation, while some people's attitude towards life is one of confusion. For some people life is both a joy and a worry. It is both a blessing and a tragedy.
What is happiness in life? Is it money, fame, status? No, neither. Happiness in life is what you strive for your whole life. That is the happiness of your life. Madame Curie is the best proportion. When she discovered radium, she could have become a rich man, but in her life, she She made a turning point. Instead of applying for a patent for radium, she contributed to science in obscurity. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to his career and regarded fame and fortune as dirt. This is the so-called indifference to fame and fortune. He immersed himself in work and dedicated everything she had to the cause of science. , in Madame Curie's opinion, her life was to contribute to science and to mankind.
What about life’s tragedies? It can make people fall into despair, make people despair, and make people have no hope of life. I have read many testimonials, and many of them sighed for people. Some people said: "My life is so miserable, and I can't see happiness." No happiness can be seen.” Someone else said: “My life is like a tea machine filled with tragedies (cups)!” Another person said: “My life is like a blur engraved with pain and sadness. . "This type of statement expresses their respective sighs and evaluations of life.
To view life correctly requires us to experience life, feel life, and observe life from different angles, so for There are many ways to identify and think about life. I once thought that life was happiness, but I later realized that I was wrong. Which one is suffering? It all depends on personal subjective judgment, and there is no certain standard.
So I sighed about life: "How is life? Happy and sad! So what about life? Happiness and uncertainty!
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Composition of eight short stories about classics
My story with classics
I have loved reading books since I was a child, especially the four Chinese classics. Great classics, I have experienced Zhuge Liang's wit, Wu Song's bravery, and Sun Wukong's magical powers. No matter how many times I read the classics, I never tire of them. This time, I walked into the classics again.
I walked into Journey to the West and saw the arrogance of Sun Wukong when he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace. He immobilized the seven fairies and ate all the peaches in the peach forest. He ran to the Heavenly Palace and disrupted the Queen Mother’s peach party. Drinking immortal wine, eating the elixir of the Supreme Laojun, stealing fruits, and pointing the wrong way to the immortals. I thought of myself littering at home, leaving things indiscriminately, and buying things indiscriminately. When I saw my mother’s angry face like the Queen Mother, I couldn’t help but tremble. For a moment. I continued to read and saw that Sun Wukong "defeated the White Bone Demon three times", protected his master and fought monsters again and again, and sometimes got into trouble with the master and got angry. I admired Wukong for his perseverance in fighting monsters, and I was also moved by Wukong's stubbornness. Ashamed, think about it, isn’t this just a living me? When doing homework, I never said "I don't know" about homework, which made me smile proudly. However, my mother was sad and even cried because of big and small things. I lowered my head again. I followed Sun Wukong to ask Guanyin Bodhisattva to help eliminate demons, went to the monster cave to fight demons and eliminate demons, and went to Huaguo Mountain with Sun Wukong to drink from the spring, pick mountain flowers, and look for tree fruits...
Finally, Journey to the West The four masters and disciples in the story experienced ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, fighting the red boy, borrowing a banana fan, outsmarting a spider spirit, etc., and obtained the true scriptures and became Buddhas.
Think about it again, the Monkey King in Journey to the West is my substitute. The master is like my mother. I accompany my mother, and my mother teaches me knowledge. Sometimes my stubborn Monkey King has to quarrel with the master. , which made the master heartbroken, but I didn’t know it. This "Journey to the West" expresses my inner feelings and lets me know that if I learn how Sun Wukong persists in fighting monsters and be loyal to the "master", victory is ahead.
Classics are my guides, guiding me to the right path. Classics help me learn how to be a person and deal with things. Classics are my good teachers and helpful friends, and the best cleanser when my mind is "sick"!
I have loved reading books since I was a child, especially the four great Chinese classics. I have experienced Zhuge Liang’s wit, Wu Song’s bravery, and Sun Wukong’s magical powers. No matter how many times I read the classics, I never tire of them. This time, I read them again Entering the classics.
Composition of nine short stories and great principles. Three hundred words
A short story with big principles
A kindergarten teacher plays a game with the children in her class. She told the children to each bring a plastic bag from home with potatoes in it.
Each potato has the name of the person he hates most written on it, so the more people he hates, the more potatoes he has in his pocket. The next day each child brought some potatoes. Some have two, some have three, and the most are five. Then the teacher said: "You must take this bag of potatoes with you wherever you go, even to the bathroom."
As the days passed, the children began to complain: the moldy potatoes gave off an unpleasant smell. Plus, those kids with five potatoes no longer want to carry around a heavy bag. A week later, the game was over and the children were finally liberated.
The teacher asked them: "How do you feel about carrying potatoes with you during this week?" The children expressed frustration that it was inconvenient to move around with potato bags, and there was also the smell of moldy potatoes. The smell is terrible.
At this time, the teacher told them the meaning of this game. She said: "It's the same as resenting someone you hate in your heart. The poison of jealousy will eat away at your soul, and you have to carry it with you wherever you go. If you can't stand the smell of rotten potatoes, Zhou, how can you let the poison of jealousy take over your life? ”
So don’t carry the burden of hatred throughout your life. It is better to forgive others’ mistakes.
A composition of three short stories within eleven stories
Lying is such an inconspicuous word, but how many people abandon their original intentions in order to achieve a certain purpose? Some people have integrity and commit irreparable crimes. "Once you tell a lie, you have to fill the hole with more lies." I don't know who said this, but it doesn't matter anymore. As this saying goes, if there is a first time, there will be a second time, and even more lies. If you make mistakes again and again, you will regret it in the end. Not long ago, something happened that made me deeply moved. This is probably something I will never forget in my life.
That day, I was still sitting in the classroom doing my homework as usual. The teacher came to the front and told us an incredible thing. The content was that the sports committee member of our class got a fake mobile phone. It was a show off at school that he was still playing games when he went to bed with the lights out. The teacher who checked him late at night saw it and confiscated his cell phone. The head teacher found out about it the next day and they circulated the confession and said that he had picked up the cell phone and bribed it. The third-year junior high school students asked them to pretend to be the owners of the mobile phones, but in the end the class teacher found out the truth. The head teacher asked him to promise not to lie in front of the whole class. The tears that have not yet dried reminded me of something that happened in sixth grade.
One afternoon, I secretly played with my grandma’s cell phone and spent a lot of money. When grandma came up, she found that the cell phone was no longer in its original position, so she asked me if I had touched her cell phone. He denied it and said, "I didn't." Grandma didn't care. At noon the next day, my mother asked me again if I had touched my grandma’s mobile phone. Was it discovered? I replied guiltily: "No...no, what's the matter?" "No?" My mother looked directly into my eyes and saw something, but after all, she was not Detective Conan or Sherlock Holmes, so she didn't see anything. . I avoided my mother's gaze and replied calmly: "No, it means no. Don't you believe me?" But my mother insisted that I was playing with my mobile phone. I shed tears and thought to myself: Mom really doesn't believe me. Was it picked up from the garbage dump, not her own... I started to think wildly, and it seemed that I hadn't realized that I was wrong. The scene was silent, and the atmosphere was particularly awkward. Later, my mother also cried. She talked a lot and hoped that I would not become a bad kid who lies. Only then did I realize how wrong I was. My mother was on a hunger strike. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she just refused to eat. It wasn’t until I admitted my mistake and promised not to lie in the future that my mother smiled happily. After that, mother and daughter The two hugged each other and cried bitterly. From then on, I never lied again. I was afraid that I would disappoint my mother, and I was even more afraid that I would go astray when I grew up.
Actually, when it comes to lies, they are not all bad things. There are also some white lies. I once read in a book that a stranger wanted to let a girl he didn’t know see the bloody lies. The car accident scene, tricking him into buying delicious food, left a shadow in this child's childhood. How beautiful this lie is!
Finally, I want to say, don’t lie or deceive others for trivial matters. Of course, except for white lies, don’t let your life leave any regrets. Lying has to pay a price.