Gift composition 1 I remember one evening last spring, my father took me downstairs for a walk in the community. The community is really lively! Some people are playing badminton, some are running, and my father and I are walking slowly hand in hand. Suddenly, a gust of wind roared past me. When I came to my senses, I found a group of children flying past me singing and riding bicycles. I looked at their heroic back with envy. I shouted at my father: Dad, I want a bike of my own, too. Dad readily agreed.
A few days later, I came home from school. I saw a big box. When I opened it, it was golden and I couldn't help screaming: Ah! I have a bike! I have a bike! She was dressed in red, orange and green with her arms bent, as if waiting for me to hug her. Her feet are two round wheels, which glow when running.
I can't wait to take her downstairs. I want to ride a few laps as freely as other children, but I can't stagger. Dad quickly stepped forward to help, holding my back seat, saying the formula: straighten your head, relax your body, keep your balance, look forward and move forward! I gradually became more and more stable and faster according to my father's formula. I don't know when my father has secretly let go. I rode hot wheels and shouted happily: I can ride a bike! I can ride a bike! I really like this gift from my father.
This is the best gift I received in that spring. Until now, she is still my favorite hot wheels. She and I spent many wonderful weekends together.
It will be Christmas in five days. Honey, have you prepared "safe fruit" for me?
Unconsciously, this is my second winter in Weihui Campus of Xinxiang Vocational and Technical College. Just this winter, I felt the warmth of my fingertips. It may be because I found like-minded friends, or it may be because I adapted to the environment here.
The years are seamless, and the years are vicissitudes. I accidentally looked at the calendar and remembered that Christmas day happened to be my best friend's birthday. Between the sun and the moon, the cold winter has quietly arrived.
"Are your hands frozen again this year?"
"No, no, I don't believe you!"
I met my best friend yesterday and looked at her hand as if she had just returned from robbery: although it was as red and swollen as carrots as before. But the good news is that the outline looks much slimmer than last year. Honey, I prepared a birthday present for you. I hope this is the warmest gift you received this birthday.
This year, there are some things to be thankful for. I happened to meet you-our literature club is a 20xx-level "circle" senior (who is that? Be serious! Don't call it a nickname. Is the name of the Lun family Zhang Mengyuan? )。 When we first met, I felt like a spring breeze, and then we witnessed the 30th anniversary of the establishment of the Literary Society. At the school gate, members of our school are waiting for a group of teachers and sisters who return home like wanderers. They are full of energy and come here with a childlike innocence, feeling the reception of our school members like family members.
Then there was the live composition competition of the Literature Society, and I walked into the amphitheatre with great excitement! I watched the new members arrive one after another, and my senior sister was busy preparing to publish the composition topic with multimedia, and we also distributed it to the members with snow-white manuscript paper. Dear Sister Quan, I have walked all the way for so long. Thank you for your warm company. You are the best gift I have received this year. Thank you for your company and your company!
It is said that our circle sister has always been beautiful, generous, gentle, considerate, low-key, luxurious and connotative. I hope you can give me a loving gift-Ping An Fruit on Christmas Eve.
Gift Composition 3 One morning, as soon as I got up, I saw my parents holding a beautiful big box and said to me, "Happy birthday, baby!" " "At that moment, I was really happy! Hurriedly said to mom and dad: "thank you, mom and dad!" I love you. "
When I received the gift from my parents, I couldn't wait to go back to my room and open the box quickly. Wow! It turned out to be a lovely bear. I am so excited. Mom and dad really understand me! At this time, I only heard the birds chirping outside the window, as if singing to me: "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! " Even the flowers and trees outside the house are dancing with the song! So I took the bear to the park not far from home. First, I climbed up the slide with my little bear in my arms and slid down with a whoosh. In this way, I ran up and down with my little bear and had a good time! Then I looked at the swing I always wanted to sit on in the park and thought, this swing is a little high, and my parents are not with me. What should I do if I fall down later? Forget it, we're not playing. When I hesitated in my mind, I looked at the smiling expression of the bear around me, as if to encourage me and cheer for me: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you with you." So, I got up the courage to sit on the swing. I slowly swung higher and higher, and I was so happy. At this moment, the wind blew gently on my cheek. I saw the flowers in the park fluttering in the wind, as if praising my courage, and the birds were singing for my courage. Suddenly I understood: as long as I bravely face difficulties and challenges, there will be many people around me cheering for me, so I must not give up.
So every time I see this little bear, I think of the scene in the park. I really like this gift from my parents.
Motto: Nothing is absolutely impossible as long as you are willing to struggle.
Gifts constitute a warm afternoon. The sun shines on the wooden table, casting a beautiful yellow halo, and several rays of light spill on the black tea in the cup, contaminating several apertures. I was sitting in a chair reading a book when the door creaked open. She came in and bent down to taste with us. We smiled at each other, tacitly, and began to recall, recalling the cherished happiness.
I remember a year ago, my mother gave me a book as a birthday present. The cover of this book is some camellias painted in ink. The combination of green and plain white reveals the loneliness and exquisite charm of Jiangnan. I couldn't help copying, but I drew it stiffly and clumsily. Look at the wall clock on the wall. It's three o'clock. It's time to make an appointment. Picked up the book and went out.
She still smiles so gracefully and confidently that people can't help recommending books to her. Speaking of Jiangnan, Camellia, Future and Happiness ...
It's getting late and the sun is setting, and the warm light cast by the street lamp illuminates the bench brightly. A few flying insects surrounded the street lamp and rushed to the blazing light ... It was getting late, so I said goodbye to her in a hurry and got up and went home. My mother will be very anxious. Thought of here, I can't help but speed up the pace and bring up a faint osmanthus wind.
The street lamp is still on, the light shines on the forgotten book, and the warm light lingers on the elegant camellia.
I found the book missing, so I started a crazy search. Fortunately, after three days of searching, she sent the book back. After thanking her, she opened the book and smelled a mint-like fragrance belonging to her.
Sweep the title page and the clumsy camellia is gone.
This is not the original.
But I'm really happy. She bought me a new book. Moved, like a flood in my heart. Get up, pick up the brush and solemnly draw a camellia. The edges and corners seem stiff, thinking about what she made for me. This is our book. ...
This country is beautiful and natural.
We smiled when we saw the camellia on the title page.
This book is not only the crystallization of literati wisdom, but also the joy of regaining wisdom. It is also a pure friendship and will always be my treasure.
On the table, two cups of black tea give off plumes of heat and tea fragrance.
Gift composition 5 I am a gift, and the shape is far from exquisite, even a little ordinary. I was randomly placed in the showcase on the second floor of the boutique, and few people were interested.
One day, someone pushed open the door on the second floor that had been silent for a long time, so I was exposed to the incandescent light again.
That man should be here to buy a gift. I saw the mother and daughter carefully looking at an item and slowly choosing it. Although those things are very good, and some are even much better than me, neither mother nor daughter have a crush on them.
They walked slowly to my cupboard.
The girl's face was full of disappointment. She hung her head as if she had lost hope. But at the moment she bowed her head, she saw me. I saw a flash of light in her eyes and immediately squatted down and looked at me seriously, filled with joy. It's completely different from what I just lost. Like two people.
She reached out and held me down and stroked me. He looked up at his mother again, and his expression was clearly begging her to buy it for me. The mother was also very frank. Without saying anything, she bought me, wrapped it in a newspaper and put it in a gift box. I was kept in the dark again, but this time it was different. I know I will see the light again soon.
That day came soon, and I was placed on the dining table with a huge beautiful birthday cake. I became a birthday present.
The girl who bought me gave me to the birthday girl. Her friend pulled me and smiled brightly. Because of my existence, their previous discord vanished. Suddenly, I seem to have found the meaning of my existence.
Gifts Composition 6 Unusual New Year Gifts Unusual New Year Gifts "Giving is always more pleasant than taking." I don't know how many times I have read this sentence, nor do I know how many times I have pondered it. It was not until a birthday party after the Chinese New Year that I really understood the meaning of this sentence. It was my birthday, and many relatives and friends came to congratulate me. Of course, they all brought gifts. Looking at barrels of fried popcorn, bulging gift bags, whole boxes of milk and packets of sweet chocolate, I can't help but drool. Just then, my father, who always loved me, came over with a smile and said to me, "Don't eat in a hurry, take it to the room quickly, lest everyone eat it up."
I frowned as soon as I heard this. But I think, dad is good for me, besides, he is my elder! So I played it by ear and quietly moved the snacks into the room. On the way, I thought of "giving is happiness" and thought: wouldn't it be happier if my friends congratulated me, gave me gifts and shared them? Actions speak louder than actions, so I recruited all my friends. They all giggled and asked in unison, "What can I do for you?" "I want to open a warehouse to put food and distribute it to everyone!" "Huh?" Everyone is confused about what I said. I said loudly, "I'm just giving you snacks." Suddenly, everyone opened their arms in unison. I handed out the "five grains" one by one according to what they liked. The taste of sharing is beautiful. We sit at the table and eat and drink with relish. I was lost in thought: today's gift is really unusual!
On my birthday, my father gave me a plush toy dog, and I named it "Zaizai". Since then, Zaizai has become my most precious gift.
Zaizai is a poodle. She has a pair of talking eyes, so I told her all my troubles and worries. Its ears really want to understand what I said, and then let its eyes comfort me. Zaizai is covered with snow, just like a little sheep. It has a red bow on its tail. Every time I look at its tail, it seems to wag its tail at me.
I take it to play every day, and I also take it to school. Every day when I go back to the dormitory, it welcomes me back in bed, as if to say, "little master, you can come back." I miss you. " Let it stay with me when I sleep.
I regard Zaizai as my baby, and I won't let other children touch it. But from that time on, a good friend of mine said to me, "This is just a toy dog. I can buy some." I said, "Yes, it can sell a lot, but it's a birthday present from my father, and its meaning is completely different." Hearing this, she turned her head and left without looking back. Before leaving, she left a sentence, "Do you think it's better for the toy dog to accompany you, or are we good for you?" I know they really play with me and want to touch it because they like it, but I still want to have it myself. So I left Zaizai at home. Every time I come home to see Zaizai, it seems to say, "Little Master, why did you leave me at home?" At this time, my heart is very uncomfortable.
I think Zaizai is my best toy and friend. However, now I have another idea, that is, to give my mother a gift on my birthday-washing her feet. Because the child's birthday is mother's good Friday, I must do something to make mother happy on that day. Maybe by then, it will be the most precious gift for mom.
Precious gifts, we must cherish them!
Gift composition 8 "pa", he threw the box on the ground, spilled things all over the floor, and then got up and slammed the door and left. When you watched him leave, you felt like a polar bear from the North Pole to the South Pole-it was cold enough, but I didn't expect it to be colder. ...
In elementary school, you and he were excellent buddies. In the fourth grade, I was scolded by my father at home. When he went to school the next day, he accidentally broke a glass. The teacher asked like a monster, "Who did it?" ! "
You look at him, and he is shaking with fear-he is really afraid that his father will scold him again.
On second thought, you stood up and said, "Teacher, I did it."
See him later. His fear gradually turned into surprise. You smile at him. Fortunately, the last holiday, things went away.
You often help each other in your studies. One can basically know what one can't know. So, you both got good grades, and you're starting to feel a little proud.
Once, you came across an extremely difficult math problem, and it took a lot of effort to work it out, but you didn't know if it was right, so you went to discuss it with him. It happened that he didn't know if his answer was right, so he came to you. Unexpectedly, you two had a quarrel because of different answers. After the project was passed, it was distributed. He is right, but you are wrong, because you read the wrong data. And because of your good grades, you didn't admit your mistake to him in the end. At the end of primary school, he gave you a box. You think: Maybe this is his last gift to you!
The first day, your primary school classmates get together. You and he both went. You wanted to make up with him, so you returned the box to him. But he didn't want to. He understood that you didn't even want his last gift and left angrily.
When you look back at the box he threw away, you suddenly find that the best gift he left you was not the box, but the memory.
Gift composition 9 When winter goes and spring comes, people always like to compare the two seasons.
Last winter, I did badly in the final exam. I was always among the best, and then I disappeared. For this reason, I can't eat or sleep.
The winter vacation came, but I was not excited at all. My sister gave me a gift, a green package and a red knot. I can't help but want to open it, but my sister said to me, "I won't open it until spring."
This little gift is on my desk. I am full of curiosity and always want to open it. The initial sadness was gradually forgotten by me. As time went on, my curiosity about gifts disappeared.
Unconsciously, a whole winter vacation passed. Suddenly one day, there was a movement in the gift box. First I shook it on the table a few times, and then with the sound of paper tearing, my four legs were exposed. I'll untie the knot soon. It turned out to be a turtle. What my sister said to me at that time flashed through my mind. I ran outside the house and looked around. Grass grows and warblers fly, green grass replaces hay, bare branches grow tender leaves, birds and flowers are fragrant, and there is vitality everywhere.
Warm spring is a far cry from cold winter. I put the little turtle in a small fish tank and put it in the most conspicuous place in the room. The little turtle swims happily in the fish tank, without fatigue and listlessness during hibernation, but with happy vitality and exuberant vitality.
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" What can you do if you fail in the exam? Decadence can't save anything Only by smiling at life and continuing to work hard can we change our destiny. Nothing is impossible as long as you put your heart into it.
Maybe a small gift is of little value, but it is such a small gift that has changed my mental state.
Gift composition 10 Wan Li sends goose feathers, which is light and affectionate. Zhu Yuanzhang, a generation of arrogant people, was also moved by the "gift" covered with goose feathers, not to mention me?
Jiangnan, the holy land of literati, is also the haunt of romantic figures throughout the ages, and I, today, have the honor to come to this treasure in my heart-the gentle hometown of Tang Yin.
I am used to the lights and traffic in big cities. Only when I came to Jiangnan did I realize the true meaning of life. On the broken wall covered with vines, traces of killing with weapons are faintly visible; It seems that there are several inns, and the proprietress speaks soft words of Wu Nong to comfort the travelers who come along the way. This is indeed the best gift for scholars who take the exam.
Stroll through the alleys and see quaint and elegant pavilions. The wooden pavilion is like a dying old man. The four pillars of oak have long lost their original scholarly flavor. Under the cornice, two swallows are flying to build a nest. One is dark and the other is slightly gray. The gray swallow picked up some branches from a willow tree not far away, and walked on the ebony beside the pavilion like a walk, as if reciting poems to it.
Walking from the ancient pavilion to the willow tree, Yi Yi Liu Suifeng swayed, but there was no catkin flying snow. The breeze from the flowing water of the small bridge got into the willows and played with them. For thousands of years, I don't know how many poets sang a poem for this tree; I don't know how many wandering wanderers are deeply grieved under this tree.
Under the eaves of the house opposite the willow tree, an old man calmly sang a poem: "The white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Go back from here, the road resistance and long ... "
My thoughts drifted back to the distance with his singing. In the eternal years, who gave birth to such a quiet and detached Jiangnan? Secular noise did not disturb it, war and smoke did not change it, and even the mighty changes of the times were just the breeze on the bridge. For thousands of years, nothing has ever defiled its holiness and exquisiteness; Nothing can ever break its leisure and tranquility.
We often complain that our ancestors left us nothing and no gifts, leaving us only the decay and backwardness of the feudal dynasty. However, years have given us a great gift-Jiangnan, which is the best gift.
Years are quiet, this gift is too expensive, and I want to experience it all my life. Looking back, Jiangnan is in the middle of the water.
Gift composition 1 1 One day is Women's Day, and what gift to give my mother has become my top priority. At noon, I sneaked into the bedroom and asked my mother, "Mom, what do you like to eat?" "gold." "Nothing but gold?" I asked cautiously, "It's gone." "ah? Gone? ! "Hearing this, I almost fainted. Hey, what can I do? Send flowers? It's too vulgar. Send a book? There are plenty at home. Send clothes? If it doesn't suit her, there's nothing to do.
At night, I put my mouth to my father's ear and began to bite my ear: "What should I send?" "I think sending …" After some discussion, we finally decided to buy a pen for my mother, and we started. Mom kept asking, "What are you doing?" But my father and I just smiled mysteriously. At this moment, my mother suddenly said, "Why don't you give me a pen?" "My God!" Hey, there's nothing I can do about mom. However, how can this little thing beat me? So, my father and I carefully selected a photo frame and a greeting card. But it was too unemotional to send it tonight, so I specially gave my pencil sharpener to my mother as a gift, and I secretly enjoyed it when I saw her disappointed expression.
Early the next morning, I got up to fill out the greeting card, hid behind me and secretly said loudly to my mother, "Happy holidays to my mother." Mom was surprised and then smiled sweetly. My mother held me in her arms and said excitedly, "thank you, my baby." This is the best holiday gift I have ever received. Although not as valuable as gold, it is priceless. It is full of your deep love for your mother. " At this time, the melody of "wine and coffee" echoed in the room, which was my mother's favorite song. Listening to this wonderful and moving song, the whole family was immersed in laughter.
Gift Composition 12 Every gift contains blessings, and some gifts also contain touching stories ... I remember that once, my mother's birthday was coming, and my sister and I were going to buy a half-waist skirt for my mother as a birthday present, but no matter how we got together, it was 10 yuan, because we spent it almost as soon as we had money, and there was nothing left. Later, my sister will work with my aunt for a day, and I will help my father make money at home.
I beat my father's back and begged him to let me help him make money. Dad seemed to understand my mind and readily agreed. He told me to wash the dishes first. The water is cold, too cold! But in order to make money, I endured the biting cold and washed the dishes clean. After washing the dishes, my father asked me to wash clothes. I said to my father, "Why is everything related to cold water?" But I can't. I have to keep washing! It's so cold when washing clothes that my hands are numb with cold. After washing clothes, my father kept asking me to cook, so I had to cook angrily. After dinner, my father said, "You are trying so hard to help me with the housework, just to make money to buy a gift for my mother!" " ! I will give you 100 yuan for hard work! "I jumped up with joy, took 100 yuan from my father and said," Thank you, Dad! ""I turned around and put this 100 yuan in my storage tank.
The next day, my sister and I went to the women's square to buy a skirt for my mother with the money we earned from working. We chose several, but none of them were satisfied. Just when we were a little depressed, suddenly, my sister and I stopped on a pair of pants at the same time. The boss said the skirt was 98 yuan, and later my sister bargained with the boss about 60 yuan. After choosing the gift that I was satisfied with, my sister and I went home by car.
On my mother's birthday, my sister and I gave my mother a skirt. My mother looked at the skirt, then at my sister and me, and held us in her arms happily!
Gift composition 13 everyone has received gifts! Some gifts are tangible, while others are intangible. My gift is tangible and intangible.
My mother's birthday is coming soon. I have to buy a sincere gift for my mother. My mother likes birds. The king of birds is the phoenix, similar to a peacock. I want to send a peacock feather to my mother, but space is gone. I might as well send a cross stitch! At first, I will buy an embroidery soon, but I have to embroider it myself ... it feels very troublesome! However, I am willing to worry about my mother again. So I decided to give my mother an embroidery (made by myself). What words can I tattoo? By the way, just stab the word "happy birthday"!
When he said this, he found a needle and thread and other tools, but ... but he didn't know how to start and began to panic. What should I do? And ask yourself many times: do I still want to stab? Can I still give my mother a gift I made on her birthday? Can I ... This series of questions really makes me feel a little overwhelmed. After sitting for a while ... I remembered my mother's meticulous care for me before my bed; Think of the situation that my mother always teaches earnestly when she is disobedient; I can't sit still at the thought of my mother encouraging me not to persist in my studies. I must finish this embroidery anyway.
So, I once again carefully, carefully, carefully picked up the needle and thread, for fear of being pricked. After two or three days of such difficult stabbing, this work, which seems to me to be very good, has finally been completed. Although there are band-AIDS in many places, I feel as happy as eating honey.
Finally, on my mother's birthday, I solemnly gave my carefully prepared gift to my mother. When my mother saw my hand, she said with distress, "Son, this is the most precious and valuable of all my birthday gifts ..." When my mother spoke, her eyes were clearly shining with tears. In order to make my mother happy, I tried not to let selfish tears fall.
This is my tangible and intangible gift!
Gift composition 14 gifts are like a ray of sunshine, illuminating your heart; Gifts are like kind words, giving you the strength to go forward. Everyone will receive gifts on important days, but there will always be some rainbows on ordinary days.
A few months ago, I was on my way home from an interest class. Unfortunately, it rained cats and dogs because of the bad weather. Alas, poor me, I have to sit at home and do my homework. My mother parked the car and ordered, "I don't want to wait for her here. I'll go home and do my homework quickly." I had to walk helplessly to our small house. " I walked on the road and felt as bad as the weather. At that time, I longed and fantasized that if God had a better temper, I wouldn't let God's mother cry like this.
When I was standing at the door waiting for my mother, suddenly, I saw my mother's flashing eyes not far away. Looking closely again, I saw my mother holding a big paper box. When my mother came near, I thought I heard a sob coming from the carton, didn't I?
I was curious to think that when my mother came near, I suddenly saw a small ivory head, which was a dog! It's a dog! My heart is pounding. How I wish I had a dog! At this time, my mother ran over and said, well, this is from my cleaning aunt. She said the dog didn't drink water all night, so let's take it back. "My heart is beating fast, as if coming out of my chest. I really can't believe what I saw. Like a dream. That's great.
When God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you. A puppy is the best gift from God.
It was a snowy morning, and I got up early before dawn. Through the window, I looked at the scenery of snowflakes flying all over the sky, so intoxicated. The heavy snow outside the window made me realize that my birthday was coming. So, this day I looked at everyone's face with excitement, only to find that no one remembered my birthday. In the evening, I fell asleep with disappointment. In my dream, I stood alone in the cold snow, sighing and crying, feeling that I was a defective product abandoned by God.
The next day, I still got up early and watched the snow scene through the window, but my heart was frozen by the snow all over the sky and I had no interest. After lunch, no one mentioned my birthday again, and my heart gradually became heavy. I spent the afternoon with a sense of loss. All I can think about at night is that I didn't mention my birthday, I didn't notice my loss, and my dream was monotonous. I'm completely dead. Although tomorrow is my birthday, I really know, but no one will know. Alas! Forget it! Why go against the sky? Nobody mentioned what I could do. Do I have to have the cheek to beg? I really gave up.
I parted the dark clouds, smiled brightly and stopped thinking. However, something unexpected happened.
Downstairs, a crisp birthday wish rang with footsteps. I am at a loss, but I know that at this time, I received a gift called warmth. The dark clouds in my heart are gone, and the smile at this time is called rainbow.
Outside, the snow is still falling quietly. Inside, our silvery laughter keeps coming out, and the thick fragrance of the warmest gift I have received has been drifting away.