Sunday, Xiaoming was drawing in the park, suddenly a little sister ran over crying from a distance, Xiaoming rushed over to comfort the little sister, he said, "Little sister, what's wrong with you?" The little sister cried and said, "I, I can't find my mom." Xiao Ming also asked some where she lost her mother, and then thought about it, then picked up the paintbrush on the drawing board wrote "little red looking for mom" the words, the two of them took the drawing board in the park to look for their mothers.
After a while, an aunt in the distance shouted: "Little Red, Little Red, where are you?" Little Red turned his head and saw that it was his mom, so he ran over crying, "Mom, Mom!" Xiaohong finally found his mom, Xiaoming was happy to go back to continue painting.
2. brother Lost Essay 600 wordsI, lost ......
Outside the window, it was raining. It's not big, it's pattering, it's disturbing. It is as if the heart is raining.
Sunshine, no more. The cold days in my heart added a lonely and sad.
Sitting in the classroom, I was listening to the teacher's lecture on X "Y "Z鈪月月. And then, with my head down, I mechanically hold my notes and write down the words that I don't understand at all.
I always wondered who I was living for. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. But why do I hold the pen when I don't want to? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to do that. But why do they say it's for me and then decide everything for me?
I don't know, I really don't know ......
Maybe, I'm lost. I put myself, lost ......
When I was little, I wasn't like this.
When I was a child, I liked to be pampered in the arms of my parents; when I was a child, I liked to play with my partners in the mud; when I was a child, I liked to hold my dolls; when I was a child, I liked to drink 50 cents a bottle of soda in the kiosk; when I was a child,......
When I was a child, I felt that there must be a lot of beautiful people in the United States. I'm sure there are many beautiful people in the United States, otherwise it would be called the "United States" country. When I was a kid, I felt that the highest mountain in front of me was Mount Everest; when I was a kid, I felt that marriage was a family affair, and I was always thinking that if my father and mother got married, then who should I be with? So I always asked them to give me a brother ......
And now, I hate doing homework, I hate going to school, I hate talking to my mom and dad about me. I'm into the internet, I'm starting to watch my image, and I do less homework when I can. In this not so big city, I, got lost. I fell in love with the hustle and bustle of the place, and the innocent me of my early childhood, disappeared forever.
Looking at the side of the people in a hurry, and which is not lost?
Rain, don't fall again. If it falls again, I will be hazy eyes, lost me, will not be able to find back ......
3. Essay Pop, she, lostI don't know if you have ever been lost with your mom or dad, anyway, I have experienced once, and sometimes I am still afraid to think back on it.
It was a day in the late fall of last year, when the autumn sky was high and the yellow leaves were flying, and my mother took me to Auchan Supermarket to buy something. This is of course not my first time to go to Auchan, but when I see a wide range of products, a variety of goods, I always look at the west touch, all things are full of curiosity, so that my mother always turned back to urge me to follow the walk faster.
At that time, my mom and I pushed a small cart, food with a large number of options, but still left the ribs did not buy. So, we came to the cold meat counter, only to see a lot of people buy meat, surrounded by several layers, and certainly in the special purchase. Mom had to let me stay next to the less crowded place, told me to guard the cart to stay still, and then squeezed into the pile of people. I waited for what felt like an eternity for my mom to come back for me, and realized that our cart was gone. I didn't know what to do, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and I felt that all the strangers around me were looking at me in a strange way. Fortunately, at this time, I had a bright idea, thought: usually Ouchan have any situation will be notified on the radio, so the service desk will certainly have a microphone!
I flew like an arrow to the service desk, busy to the staff said: "Auntie, I lost, my mother called ......" Auntie workman while comforting me to open the microphone began to broadcast: "Zhang Lichun! Ms., please go to the second floor service desk, your child is waiting for you ...... "It did not take long to see my mother hurriedly ran over, an arm around me, said with relief:" Qiqi, can I be anxious ... ... ...How did you think of using the radio to ask for help?" I proudly said: "I am very sloppy, but in some critical moments or will come up with a little bit of sub oh!"
That was one of the most memorable things I've experienced growing up, and since then, I've learned how to help myself when I'm in danger.
4. sister lost, look at the picture to write words 30 wordsOne day, Xiaoming is playing in the park, he suddenly heard a pleasant crisp as a silver bell bird call.
He followed the direction from which the sound came and found a little bird. It was a very cute little bird with a pair of black bean-like eyes, a red-tipped beak that wasn't too big or too small, a chubby body with a fan-like tail trailing behind it, and a smooth and beautiful plumage.
Xiaoming thought it would be great to have it as my pet. He took his own clothes and walked over to it slowly and gently.
At this moment, the bird did not know that the danger was approaching step by step, and suddenly, Xiao Ming pounced, and the poor bird was completely enveloped in the black clothes. Xiao Ming took down his shoelace and tied it on the bird's foot.
Xiao Ming played the bird like a kite, the bird had to flap its wings for a moment to fly up, it for can fly away, but a moment and then pulled down by the rope, so repeated a few times, the bird wailed in despair, it seems to say: "Mom, come to save me!" Xiao Ming was having a good time when there was a cry, he ran over and saw a police uncle comforting a lost little girl. He only heard the uncle ask: "Little sister, where is your mom?" The little sister said sadly, "I--I--was separated from them."
The uncle said, "Don't be sad! I'll help you find them. "After that, the police uncle took the little sister to look for them.
Xiao Ming watched them go away. He thought, the bird also has a mother and father ah, why did not I think, it is also people like just that little sister can not find her mother and sad.
When he thought of this, Xiao Ming was very sorry. He returned to the place where he found the bird, carefully untied the shoelace on the bird's foot, he said to the bird: "I'm sorry, quickly go to find your mom and dad it!" As if the bird understood Xiao Ming's words, it flapped its wings as if to say to Xiao Ming, "Thank you for letting me go."
The bird began to sing a joyful song again and flew away. Xiao Ming thought, "It turns out that helping others will bring you happiness.
5. sister walks essay 500I have a sister who has just turned one year old and is learning to walk, and she walks in a very lovely way.
Mom teaches her sister to walk the hardest. Sometimes she pulls her sister's clothes, and if she falls, mom helps her from behind, and she gets up; sometimes mom takes a scarf and tightens her sister up, and then she walks, but she falls down after two or three steps. Then, after another two months, once, just as I entered the house, I saw my sister pulling a chair with one hand, and with the other hand she was lying on the door looking out. I walked over to her and kissed her, then removed the chair. When my sister saw that the chair was gone and she couldn't walk, she was so anxious that she cried. When I saw that I was trying to take the chair over. But my sister staggered towards me. I was so happy that I shouted, "Mom and Dad, my sister can walk! My sister can walk!"
Since then, my sister has been walking faster and steadier every day, and I love my sister.
6. Write a diary with the condition that your sister can't be foundRecently, country opera was being sung in my neighborhood.
So, my mom planned to take my sister and me to feel the lively atmosphere, and by the way, to learn about the traditional culture of Yueju opera. When we arrived at the theater, we saw a crowd of people.
We found a seat and sat down. Not long after, my sister met a little girl of the same age and ran after her.
Mom saw her sister playing so happily, so she also sat down to watch the play for a while. Who knows, my mom and I watched it and got lost in it, and when we came back to our senses, we realized that my sister had disappeared.
"Tang Rui! Tang Rui! Tang Rui! Where are you?" My mom and I anxiously searched for my sister, eagerly shouting. At that time, my mind conjured up many images of my sister lost: she met traffickers, was cheated away ...... seeking backstage, I met a singing opera is making up the sister, busy asking her whether she has seen a five or six year old little girl? That sister led me to the house where they sleep, opened a door, only to see my sister is and that little girl of the same age is listening to a few singing sisters in the storytelling.
When I saw this, a stone finally fell to the ground. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at my sister! I tugged at my sister's hand for fear that she would run away.
We found mom and the three of us met. In the light, I could only see my mom's face pale, she must have been scared.
Parents worry about their children, but we are still so ignorant. Through this incident, I experienced the pain of lost loved ones, and will definitely cherish the relationship between my sister and me more.
7. grandma lost essayIn a small mountain village with beautiful scenery, the gentle breeze brushed the face of a pale old man, and under the green trees, the old man sat on a swing leisurely cool. This old man is my grandma.
People say that the old people can't have **** the same language with the young people nowadays, and won't tell the young people nowadays about what's in their heart, but they're wrong, my grandma and I are an example.
My grandma just passed her 80th birthday this year, a weathered face is full of old wrinkles. People often use gray hair to describe the elderly, in my opinion, may not be, because my grandma is a head of green silk, only occasionally see a few white hair. My grandma's personality is elusive. Sometimes she is gentle and generous, not formal. Sometimes stormy and unapproachable. There is a great deal of opinion about what young people call trendy fashion.
I am thirteen years old this year, a pair of big eyes embedded in the round face, cut a fashionable small flat head, always love in the spare time don't a picture of headphones in the ear to listen to the song, wearing a tight tight pants, looks a little bit of hipster image. Grandma see always frowned at my education said: Wenke, how you learn the social punks, hurry to me to change, and then pretend to pick up a wooden stick to beat my look, but I know, how can grandma shed it?
What is the story of an old man whose mind is stuck in the 60s and his grandchildren who follow the trend?
Once, in the middle of a hot summer day, my brother and my grandma took the bus to my grandma's house not far away for lunch. And I was at home writing my homework to go to my grandmother's house later. Although I was at home doing my homework, I thought to myself: "Grandma is so old, and my brother doesn't know the bus route very well, what if she gets off at the wrong stop? What if my grandma gets lost?" I was anxious. But he had to come, and just a few minutes later I got a call saying that my grandma was lost. I suddenly felt a thunderbolt from the sky, and immediately ran out to look for my grandma. I searched for more than an hour under the hot sun, asking questions as I searched. When I felt like I was going to have a heat stroke, my grandmother suddenly called and said that my grandma had come home by herself. I suddenly felt that a cool rain had fallen on the hot summer day and washed away all my anxiety. I rushed home and hugged my grandma and cried.
Another time, I listened to the "Little Apple" in the dance, which is the most popular this year, have been applied to the square dance. The search on "Baidu" has millions of results. After hearing this song, my grandma suddenly became angry and immediately changed the song from "Little Apple" to "Twisting Song". She said to me, "This song is good, your song is not good at all." When I heard the old man say "Little Apple" in this way, I was very unhappy, so I changed it back, and my grandma snatched the remote control of the computer to change the song, and I snatched it back again. I snatched it back again. Just like that, the remote control suddenly failed to work. I took the remote apart and looked at it, and it was burnt inside, but I bought it with my money!
Although my grandmother and I are two different generations of people, but the kinship between us will not be thin, we have touched each other, there have been sentimental, there have been laughter, there have been secret tears, but we will always cherish each other until there is no longer a tomorrow today
8. to lose the topic of the composition of more than 500 words can be, I'm in a hurry to use, within 25 minutes to answerLost
Helplessness, uncertainty, day after day. I lost my original innocent smile.
I tried desperately to find it. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. But found that everything is just futile. I know too many things I can not control. I want to try to face. Trying to laugh it off. But the results proved to be too much for me. I admit. I am indeed a useless person. I am also a hypocrite. Never only use the innocent smile to disguise. I found that this kind of smile even look at myself feel sick. Push open the layers of locked heart door. A layer of a possibility. But when I push open the layer by layer when waiting for me or that thousand days. Not as many possibilities as they say. I am afraid of the darkness of the night. Whenever the night slips away. A man silently seeks out the noisy towns. Just to hide. The big world is not for me. My world is just gray. Walking alone in the noisy streets. The cold wind blowing in my face is too strong for me to resist. I'm afraid of losing my center of gravity. I just want to be balanced. I want to be happy. But more than anything else, I am surrounded by helplessness, fear and stress. There is laughter every day though. And people seem to laugh so brightly. So true. But it's actually been a really long time since I've smiled from the bottom of my heart. Other people say that the smile will not expire. But in my opinion. My smile as I gradually grow up. Has slowly expired. For such a smile. I do not know whether to collect or forget. A friend told me the other day. Smile is good. No matter what happened after the smile. Since it is beautiful. Sometimes it will be taken out to look back and appreciate. That means to collect it. But I just collect the good ones. Ignore the smile after that little-known everything. Once read such a paragraph: in fact, this world. There is nothing that can definitely hurt you. As long as you are cold enough. Enough indifference. Enough to all things become no longer care. As long as you slowly polish your heart into a smooth hard stone. As long as you treat yourself as if you are already dead. Don't want to give so much love to others anymore. I want to be cold. I want to be indifferent. I want to become careless about everything. I also want to polish myself into that hard stone. More than anything, I want to be really dead. But that's just what I want. What I want never comes true. God never favors me. Wouldn't even look at me. I was bent on being happy. But I wasn't. I was hell bent on making my friends happy. But they weren't either.
Now I am. Completely desperate. Because what I did. I can do. It's all just an exercise in futility. Maybe I should give up. Maybe I shouldn't have had such a ridiculous idea in the first place. Or maybe I should just keep using my smile as a weapon of disguise.