Whether you are in school or entering society, it is inevitable that you will come into contact with essays, which can be categorized into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the time frame of writing. So have you ever understood the essay? The following is my collection of essays on the topic of giving, I hope it will help you.
Essay 1 on the topic of givingAs I walked to the door of my flat after class, I noticed a small sparrow chirping and hopping up and down the steps.
I saw the little fellow from afar and couldn't help but slow down and bend down gently, not wanting to disturb it. I took a close look at the little sparrow, ordinary, just the head has been lowered to look left and right, as if looking for food. I walked towards it as carefully as if I were treading on water. Perhaps its friends are too vigilant, or perhaps it is too serious, when I walked into it, it was the only one at the top of the stairs, and the others have fluttered down their wings and gone their own way.
The little guy didn't even realize I was there until my shadow came over him. With a garbled cry, it flew toward the upper level of the stairs. The doorway to the flat was blocked by me, so obviously, it could only fly one level up, and it flapped its wings quickly, disappearing in front of my eyes in the blink of an eye. The hallway was dimmer and equally silent. In the hallway, the little sparrow flapping wings sound seems so big, I can hear the little guy's anxiety and uneasiness, it wants to find a window that can fly out, but unfortunately, the windows are closed tightly, as if to this little bird blocked the hope of life.
I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to get up the stairs to go home. As I reached the door, the little sparrow had stopped at the topmost stair knob. I knew that if I went up one more flight, it might actually have nowhere to run. That's when I remembered what my dad had told me about how birds can only fly upward, not downward. In such a narrow space, the bird had no room to fly. At this point my hand that stopped in front of the door immediately retracted. There was no sound in the hallway, returning to the original silence. The little one seemed to be waiting for death and gave up struggling.
Again I walked softly up half a flight of stairs to the window of the landing. The window had been left open for a long time and was already worn out, with many cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. Outside the window was the blue expanse of the sky, with a flock of other sparrows flying around in the trees. And this little one has been judged to have survived: it must return to its friends.
If nature didn't give it the wings to fly down, then I'll give it the freedom to continue to soar. I do not hesitate to push open the window, a moment of sunshine into the building, fresh air over the smell of damp, light in the dust. Outside the window was its companion, its world. I stood by the window, waiting for it to fly out. Perhaps it was a little timid, but its thoughts of the outside world overshadowed its fears. In an instant it fluttered its wings and flew out of the window in a near frenzy, blending into nature. I have never dared to observe it with my eyes for fear that it would be even more afraid, how huge humans are in the eyes of a sparrow. At this time, I was happier and prouder than getting 100 points in the exam, "Dad! I just saved a little sparrow!"
The ocean gives the fish to the vastness, the sky gives the birds to soar. And we are born as human beings, we should go to help the weak creatures, to do their part of love, give them freedom and hope. This little thing was just an act of my bare hands; I had nothing to lose. Instead, the bird was given by me to be free again, and I got the relief and pride it gave me.
The essay on the topic of giving 2Under the curved moonlight, dandelions are wandering, like fireworks glittering with a faint light, riding the night, looking for the direction of happiness, and inevitably get hurt. Under the curved moonlight, fireflies are flashing, guiding the way for people. Tiny fireflies, flying this way and that way, like a small lantern.
Quiet lake, butterflies dancing, head inserted with a variety of flower petals, like wearing a lace cap, graceful. I have sighed, sighing nature to give birds a vast and boundless sky; I have sighed, sighing rivers to give swimming fish clear and clean water; I have sighed, sighing light wind to give dandelion small parachute soldiers moving wings; I have sighed, sighing white moon to give the world's surplus moonlight ......
I have also appreciated, appreciate the eagle strikes the sky of the I have also appreciated, appreciate the eagle flying in the sky of fitness and high; I have also appreciated, appreciate the fish flying shallow bottom of the harmony and beauty; I have also appreciated, appreciate and the wind gently floating white petals, I have also appreciated, appreciate such as the water moonlight in the night of the quiet and peace ......
I marveled at the wonders of the natural creation, marveled at the natural generosity of the give, but I have also copied to the A picture of harmony that melts and blends. Everything in the world is so generous to give to make the harmony so, in our path whether we also think to give?
Mr. Tao Zhuzhi once said: Hold a heart to come, do not take away half grass to go. This is a great selfless real meaning of giving, we may not have such a heart of love, but we can learn to give, in the life of a little bit of holding dedication to love.
The joy of giving is the true joy of life, and the great joy of the body and mind. American writer Mrs. Ye Ci, a hospital in Pearl Harbor during World War II, a serious heart attack, so that she 24 hours a day to lie in bed for 22 hours, and occasionally get out of bed to walk, but also to be carefully assisted. Sickness, so that she almost completely lost the joy. The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, which was thrown into chaos, and some people were killed and injured by the bombing. Mrs. Yates got out of bed to take care of the families of those who died, doing what she could to give them comfort, to give them smiles, to give them joy. Twenty-four hours a day, except for eight hours of sleep, was spent almost entirely in doing good deeds for others. In this way, she has no time to think about her own illness, but the excitement of her work and the joy she gets from giving to others quietly overflows her mind, and the disease that has tormented her for years miraculously gets better.
An Indian proverb says: "Giving is not just a matter of giving, it is also a matter of giving. In fact, the inner relief after giving is not a kind of obtaining? The smile of an AIDS patient and the call of a "teacher" are not the same as those of the giver. In addition to the world's prosperity and fame, they get is the heart and heart exchange of language, they get is to wash away the lead really pure love exchange, they use the heart to harvest a pure "get".
What's more, those who give are so devout. The Nobel Peace Prize laureate Mother Teresa's words, "I am touching the body of Christ," illustrate all the implications of this. How often do they ask to "get"? If you give your emotions, your enthusiasm, your kindness, your skills, to others, the joy will reside in our hearts.
People often celebrate many qualities: strength, optimism, self-sacrifice,......, but we seem to overlook giving. In fact, giving is more blessed than taking, both for the giver and the receiver.
"Wow ......" I just got off the bus, the rain came down on my side, there is still a way from home, it is too late to run back, I simply to the side of a bookstore to avoid the rain. This bookstore is probably newly opened, every day rushing home I did not notice. "Welcome, come to read a book?" A voice like a silver bell rang in my ears, and when I looked up, I saw a sixteen or seventeen year old girl standing at the bar of the bookstore in the cold and quiet. I nodded seeing that the rain had no intention of stopping. She smiled and looked down at the book she was holding.
I turned around a few times in the bookstore, and found that there are a lot of good books: "Primary school students essay a whole", "childhood" ...... I suddenly remembered that I have always wanted to read the "Old Story of the South of the City" came to the bar and asked: "Miss, here is the "Old Story of the South of the City"? " She looked at a table and said to me, "Yes, come and get it with me." She led me to the last row of bookshelves and searched for it, at which point he brows knitted together, but immediately stretched out again, murmuring, "Look for it again." The book, however, remained unfound. "Look elsewhere, there's only one book left, maybe someone else misplaced it while reading it." Said walking to another bookshelf. I helped her look with her, and finally, I found it on the third row of bookshelves. She said to me again, "Sorry for wasting your time." "That's okay, can I come and help you more often in the future? My family lives close by." She froze, a little surprised, and afterward lowered her head and smiled in embarrassment. When I saw her like that, I busied myself and said, "I can still come and read books. By the way what's your name?" "My name is Zhao Shan." "My name is Zhang Yu Chen, from now on I'll call you Sister Shan." Without waiting for her to respond, I walked over to the bar and picked up the form to help her find the book that was standing in the wrong line.
The rain stopped and it was getting late, I had already helped her find six books that were out of line, and after buying that book, Old Stories from the South of the City, I went home. After that, I went back to help her every day after school. Although I lost more than half an hour of extracurricular reading time, I was very happy to see ShanShan's happy smiling face. I finally realized that sometimes giving brings happiness in both directions.
Maybe giving doesn't bring you any material wealth, but it brings you much more spiritual wealth than you give. This reveals to us the truth that giving is joyful.
The topic of giving essay 4
Life is like a fruit tree, to the golden harvest, the harvest of fruit heavy scattered in the treetops. The first thing you need to do is to pick one gently and hold it in your hand, that is giving.
1, to give its warmth is now winter, the weather turned much cooler, every night when you go to sleep, always have to struggle for a while in the bones of the quilt. Another night, a depression outside the window. The cold winds beat against the weak-looking glass windows, and the cold air penetrated into the house from the gap between the glass windows.
Mother, however, is a thrifty person, and refused to turn on the heat. "Why is this so cold!" The hand just touched the comforter, then reflexively shrink back, "do not open the air conditioning heat always have to have electric blankets it!" I just couldn't help myself and complained to my mother. My mother, however, hugged my sister and went into the comforter, "It's not time yet, let's talk about it when it's colder." Absentmindedly, she answered me and chatted with my sister again. I know that it is useless to say more, so I sat down on the chair and looked at my mother and sister with a pout. They are chatting happily, and every now and then they burst out laughing.
Suddenly, my sister should have realized that the quilt cool it, or distressed me it, on the side of the mother said: "quilt good ice, I want to pad electric blanket!" Mother heard, and did not say anything, stroked my sister's forehead, soothing: "The quilt is very cold, just sleep in, give it warmth." The words, though addressed to my sister, glanced toward me as if teaching me. As soon as I heard it, I was silent for a moment, and then, as if I understood something slightly better, I got under the quilt. In that moment, I felt the piercing cold, but still gave the quilt warmth. After a few minutes, the blanket warmed up, and my body felt the warmth that the blanket was giving me! It turns out that if you give the quilt warmth, you will also be given warmth by the quilt.
2, to give their care in the autumn season, is suitable for enjoying flowers. My father bought a golden chrysanthemum from the square at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference and gave it to me to put in front of my desk. When I came home every night from the pressure of the busy schedule, I was greeted by the fragrance of the flowers. The fragrance is mixed with the wind outside the window to bring the natural flavor of the leaves blowing in the face, and then sit at the table to take a nap, so cozy!
But it didn't last long. I was a lazy person, not how to take care of the flowers, a few days later it shriveled down. My father shook his head in disappointment and taught me to ask my neighbor, Auntie Luo, who is very knowledgeable about flowers. When I stepped into Auntie Luo's garden, the scent of all kinds of flowers brushed my cheeks, making me too dazzled to recognize them all. "Auntie Luo, how do you raise flowers so well, do you have any tips?" I asked. Auntie smiled and said in a serious tone, "There is actually no trick to raising flowers, as long as you give them care, you can also reap the fragrance." I nodded my head as if I understood. Back home, they began to carefully care for the flowers. Finally, the flowers gradually grew in spirit, and I realized the joy of giving. One morning when I woke up, I smelled the long-lost fragrance of the flowers.
Since then, the fragrance resident in my table, dense. Golden chrysanthemum bathed in the sunrise, smiling, I seemed to hear her voice: "You finally learned to give."