You can write about what things your classmates helped you with, what kind of first impression they gave you, and how they helped you with your teacher, and how they made it up to give you an example of how a downpour of rain can bring people an immense amount of coolness in the hot summer. And that downpour three years ago had a special significance for me.
Three years ago, I was in third grade. I went home by myself from school. One time when school was over, the sky was boarded up with a gloomy face that seemed to isolate the sun from the world. Seeing such weather, I knew it was going to rain heavily. So without rain gear I immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran on my way home. The wind, with dirt in it, scratched my face, and I could only open my eyes a little bit. But this still did not escape, running, a bean-sized raindrops on my head, and then accidentally hit my body. A bean-sized raindrops more and more dense, gradually, more and more big. Like splashing. Like pouring. Became a "soup chicken" I had to huddle in a nearby telephone booth of a foot, barely to avoid the rain. The wind kept coming at me, and I was cold and shivering.
I imagined that my mom would be there, but she wasn't at home. Suddenly, a warm hand patted my shoulder. I turned around and looked, it turned out to be a small a senior holding an umbrella sister. I have written timidly looked at her, but she looked at me with a warm gaze, said to me: "Little sister, such a heavy rain, how can you stay here? I guess you can't go home without an umbrella! Is someone coming to pick you up?" I shook my head. Her greeting warmed my heart, so I explained the situation to her. She hesitated for a moment and said to me, "It's so cold, why don't I take you home!" Since I was really cold, I nodded. In this way, the two of us squeezed under an umbrella and walked up the road.
Along the way, we talked and laughed, like a pair of sisters. After walking for a while, she looked at me with concern and said, "How is it, still cold?" "Much better." I said while looking at her, she in order to block the rain for me, some of their own places to have been rained on, she did not care. Soon I arrived home. Before my sister left, I asked her, "Thank you, where do you live?" She smiled, said goodbye, and told me the neighborhood where she lived, then ran away. I, however, froze as I looked at the falling rain. Their house and ours were in opposite neighborhoods in two directions!
I was grateful to her for that downpour. It was as if I had grown up and understood a lot that time. I can't forget her help
2. Can't Forget Your Help Essay 600 Words
"Helping others is the essence of happiness", the first time I heard this sentence was in a summer 3 years ago, although it has been 3 years, but now when I think back, it is still fresh in my mind.
I remember that it was a Sunday, my friends and I ignored the heat and rode our bikes in the square near our home. We played very happy, suddenly, the sky dark clouds, we know clearly: it is going to rain. So, my buddies and I prepared to go back to our respective homes. Before we reached home, it was raining, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace. Rain fell heavily, the rain on the ground into a "maelstrom", not careful, I rode into the "maelstrom", fell on all fours. My body was covered with rain and mud, and my feet hurt. My foot was aching, and I saw that it was bleeding. I covered my foot and tried to stand up, but I fell down again. I cried out in pain, but in this rainy day, it was not clear whether it was tears or rain on my face.
"Little student, what's wrong?" I looked up, is a young tall uncle stood in front of me, bent down to help me up, patted what I what on the soil, and thoughtfully asked, "How feet bleeding?" "I accidentally fell down riding my bike." I said. Uncle while helping me to support the car, said, "feet still hurt?" "It doesn't ...... hurt much anymore ......" "Be careful next time! I'll send you home." "Well, thank you uncle!"
3. essay can't forget your help 200 wordsIn life there are many, many people have given me help and care. They are like a shiny diamond that shines in my heart and becomes the eternal light of my heart. It was a sunny morning, I came to the bus station early and waited for the bus to go to my grandmother's house. Time passed by, the bus finally came, I hurriedly got on the bus, found a seat by the window, the sun's warm rays, I feel very comfortable. Next to me was an older sister, like a high school student, with a head of shiny black hair falling straight down from her shoulders and watery eyes, looking so charming. It was time to buy a ticket. I felt in my pocket for a dozen dollars, but it wasn't enough compared to the price of the ticket, so I searched for it like an ant on a hot pan, rummaging through all my pockets, but found nothing. When I saw the conductor's questioning gaze, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't find a crack in the ground. At that moment, the big sister next to me said gently: "Little sister, is it money you do not have ah!" I answered dejectedly, "Uh-huh." At that moment, the big sister did not hesitate to take out a few dollars from her pocket and said, "I'll buy the ticket for the little sister". Hearing this, the conductor aunt was surprised. I was also touched and said, "Sister, can you tell me your name?" The big sister smiled and said, "My name is Shi Meijia, and we will be friends from now on." "Uh-huh," I said. The two of us in the car talk about everything, talking and laughing ...... arrived at the station, I and big sister reluctantly parted, looking at the back of the big sister left, disappeared in the sea of people, I silently read: we will definitely see you again. Since the big sister to help me, I am determined to do big sister like people, when others need help, I will not be stingy to give a helping hand. Big Sister also made me realize that it is not so difficult to help others, as long as it is sincere to help others, even if it is a small thing, others will be grateful to you. I will never forget your help.
4. "Can't Forget Your Help" EssayIn the scorching summer, a downpour can bring people incomparable coolness. The downpour three years ago had a special significance for me.
At that time, I was just in the third grade. I was just in the third grade, and I had to go home by myself. Once after school, the sky boarded a gloomy face, seems to isolate the sunlight and the world. Seeing this kind of weather, I knew it must be raining heavily . So without rain gear I immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran on my way home. The wind, with dirt in it, scratched my face, and I could only open my eyes a little bit. But this still did not escape, running, a bean-sized raindrops on my head, and then accidentally hit my body. A bean-sized raindrops more and more dense, gradually, more and more big. Like splashing. Like pouring. Became a "soup chicken" I had to huddle in a nearby telephone booth of a foot, barely to avoid the rain. The wind kept coming at me, and I was cold and shivering.
I imagined that my mom would be there, but she wasn't at home. Suddenly, a warm hand patted my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was a senior sister holding an umbrella. I had written timidly looked at her, but she looked at me with a warm gaze and said to me: "Little sister, how can you stay here in such heavy rain? I guess you can't go home without an umbrella! Is someone coming to pick you up?" I shook my head. Her greeting warmed my heart, so I explained the situation to her. She hesitated for a moment and said to me, "It's so cold, why don't I take you home!" Since I was really cold, I nodded. In this way, the two of us squeezed under an umbrella and walked up the road.
Along the way, we talked and laughed, like a pair of sisters. After walking for a while, she looked at me with concern and said, "How is it, still cold?" "Much better." I said while looking at her, she in order to block the rain for me, some of their own places to have been rained on, she did not care. Soon I arrived home. Before my sister left, I asked her, "Thank you, where do you live?" She smiled, said goodbye, and told me the neighborhood where she lived, then ran off. I, however, looked at the falling rain and froze. Their house and ours were in opposite neighborhoods in two directions!
I was grateful to her for that downpour. It was as if I had grown up and understood a lot that time. I can't forget her help!
Composition in elementary school ~ I do not know if it helps you.
5. I can not forget your help essayI remember a sports meeting in the third grade, you gave me that innocent smile, but also over the day, you will always be a good class president in our hearts.
The children on the road fell down, so innocent. Even if you fall to go, you - Tao Hong, you will run over to help her up; the road to meet the old man walking crosswalk, you will help him to pass.
Do you remember, and will not cry! You are always protecting our whole class, students umbrellas did not take, you support him home; students breakfast money did not take, you help him pay ------ Tao Hong, let me become lively and cheerful. When you are with you, then why don't we laugh through it; when it rains.
I can not forget your smile, smile so sweet? Once I was in tears because I did not do well on the exam, and you did not do well, but you did not shed tears, but you repeated the question a few times, classmates did not bring their books, you borrowed him; classmates were bullied, crying over is also a day, I can never forget, gracious, you have a kind heart, your smile is like a clear wave. Your clear cheeks, fall pain.
You also said to me, "Smile over, you always smile?" It is because of your words that I put aside the shadow of my heart, round big eyes, often in my mind, can not forget your face your smile like white clouds. You are kind to people, you go to protect him.
6. essay: can not forget your encouragementThere are more than 600 words Oh ~ I hope to be able to help you, can not forget your encouragement in life, I often encountered difficulties, but I did not retreat, because of a person, she made me become a climber of the peak of the brave. She is - mom. Once, the results of my math test came out, I only got 76 points, I do not dare to take the paper to my mother to see. I was afraid that my mom would be completely disappointed when she read my grade. I took the paper home secretly. Who knew? There's no such thing as coincidence! I was in the middle of correcting a mistake. My mom came to get some fruit from the fridge behind me and caught a glimpse of my paper. I thought my mom would be furious, but she said kindly, "It's okay, you didn't do well this time, just try harder next time. It's only one test, just change your carelessness next time. Let's go eat fruit!" I was pulled away by my mom! Although my mom said this to me to comfort me, I could see that she was also a little disappointed. Since then, I remembered my mother's words and studied hard, and now my math grades are on the rise. Another time, because I was short and was about to enter middle school, I had to learn how to ride a bicycle. My mom was very worried about my riding skills. So, every week, my mom practiced with me. At first! I was happy to learn, but as time went on, I lost patience. I didn't want to practice anymore. Mom said to me: "Do things consistently, do not give up halfway. Besides, if you don't learn to practice, what will you do when you go to middle school? The school is so far, walking?" Listening to my mom's words I had to continue to practice cycling, my mom directed me while telling me the skills of cycling. After a few weeks, now with the help of my mom, I am now a great cyclist! The credit goes to my mom! Without my mom's guidance and encouragement, I wouldn't be able to ride a bike now! My mom was there to help me when I was frustrated and needed encouragement the most, to encourage me, to motivate me, to make me perfect! Human life, but also less people to give you encouragement and help, only to accept the encouragement of others, you will become more perfect.
7. Can't Forget Your Help Essay Beginning and EndIn the morning, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes.
It was him, a kind, kind old uncle, perhaps you will say: "a rag picker, remember him why?" Speaking of the old uncle I really have a trace of apology. A sunny morning, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house as a guest, the road to see the old man is picking up abandoned plastic bags.
I rode past him, and a stream of air rushed into my nostrils. I thought, "This old man, covered in sludge and with a disheveled head, is really unhygienic."
So I accelerated the speed of the car, early to leave this place of wrongdoing, in a short while, I arrived at my grandmother's house, Grandpa saw us come to the joy of the mouth, and we were warmly received by Grandma's hospitality. After eating, I and my sister and brother to play in the street, unintentionally I saw him again, I said to my brother, "Look at him, a sludge, really like a caller."
My brother clapped his hands and shouted: "Barker, barker". The old man seemed to hear us laughing at him and pushed his tricycle slowly away. Send away the bright sunshine, ushered in a sunset, I and my mother also embarked on the road to and fro, I rode the car a moment fast, a moment of slow, really at ease, suddenly "snorting, snorting" sound pulled me out of the ocean of joy, I got off the car to see, the original car tire broke a big mouth, which is not in front of the village, not after the store! Where to find a car repair, there are more than ten miles from home, how to go ah, is my mother and I anxious, behind a loud voice sounded, I looked back, ah, is the old uncle, he is so kind, he came to my side and said: "Children, what's wrong?" I said, "The car tire is punctured."
He went to the car, and with his big rough hands, he said, "It's stuck, it has to be sticky." In front of his home, and then quickly rode away, the old uncle's figure gradually disappeared in the night, the roadside side of the dark, the road did not have a pedestrian, time passed, we waited, waited, and suddenly a crisp car *** sounded, approached to see really is the old uncle, to my side when the old uncle has been tired panting, sweating, he said he had some things to do to come late, said at the same time A side dry, only to see his skillful screws, glue, in a short while the car will be restored to health, the old uncle said: "You can ride."
At that time, I was very excited, I said: "Thank you, old man." The old uncle patted my head and said, "Children, you do not need to thank me, this kind of thing who see will help you."
The words of the old uncle let me long can not forget. I want to learn from the old man, to learn his kind of help people happy spirit, learn his kind of self-sacrifice noble quality.
Although this incident has been the past spring and fall, but the scene of the moving scene is still in front of my eyes, I can not forget him, can not forget the moving scene and the noble quality of helping people.
8. Composition: I can not forget your helpIn the hot summer, a downpour can bring people an incomparable cool. And that downpour three years ago has a special significance for me.
Three years ago, I was in third grade. I went home by myself from school. One time when school was over, the sky was boarded up with a gloomy face that seemed to isolate the sun from the world. Seeing such weather, I knew it was going to rain heavily. So without rain gear I immediately rushed out of the classroom and ran on my way home. The wind, with dirt in it, scratched my face, and I could only open my eyes a little bit. But this still did not escape, running, a bean-sized raindrops on my head, and then accidentally hit my body. A bean-sized raindrops more and more dense, gradually, more and more big. Like splashing. Like pouring. Became a "soup chicken" I had to huddle in a nearby telephone booth of a foot, barely to avoid the rain. The wind kept coming at me, and I was cold and shivering.
I imagined that my mom would be there, but she wasn't at home. Suddenly, a warm hand patted my shoulder. I turned around and looked, it turned out to be a small a senior holding an umbrella sister. I have written timidly looked at her, but she looked at me with a warm gaze, said to me: "Little sister, such a heavy rain, how can you stay here? I guess you can't go home without an umbrella! Is someone coming to pick you up?" I shook my head. Her greeting warmed my heart, so I explained the situation to her. She hesitated for a moment and said to me, "It's so cold, why don't I take you home!" Since I was really cold, I nodded. In this way, the two of us squeezed under an umbrella and walked up the road.
Along the way, we talked and laughed, like a pair of sisters. After walking for a while, she looked at me with concern and said, "How is it, still cold?" "Much better." I said while looking at her, she in order to block the rain for me, some of their own places to have been rained on, but she did not care at all. Soon I arrived home. Before my sister left, I asked her, "Thank you, where do you live?" She smiled, said goodbye, and told me the neighborhood where she lived, then ran away. I, however, looked at the falling rain and froze. Their house and ours were in opposite neighborhoods in two directions!
I was grateful to her for that downpour. It was as if I had grown up and understood a lot that time. I can't forget her help