In our daily study, work and life, we are more or less exposed to the essay, right, with the help of the essay can improve our language organization skills. Do you know how to write a standardized essay? The following is my collection of the treasures in my heart essay (Selected 8), welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
The Treasure of My Heart Essay 1Everyone has his or her own most cherished treasure. It may be an object, it may be a good memory, a successful experience, a profound lesson, a sincere word ...... in my heart has a different "treasure".
Back home from school, I went to the market to buy beans. The market is a lot of people, crowded, I squeeze with the crowd to a little girl selling beans in front of, she has a pair of big eyes, wearing a dress, straight to my eyes is she wore in front of the chest of the red scarf. I heard that she came every day after school to help her mom and dad sell the beans. "Uncle, you check the money." "Grandma, you go well." Her sweet words called out comfortably. I looked at her wool beans, which were both fresh and cheap. So I bought some.
I just pulled out my wallet to give her money, a half a dime into my eyes, my inner struggle, this half a dime should not give her it? Anyway, this half dime was given to me by the tofu seller, so why shouldn't I give it to her if someone else gave it to me? So, I don't care, I will be this half a dime in a few other money, handed to the little girl, the little girl did not even look at it in the pocket.
I exhaled y, turned my head to go, but just did not walk a few steps, was called back. Oops! It couldn't have been discovered! If I had known, I would not have done that, in public, a public embarrassment, but a very dishonorable thing, I hate to find a crack in the ground to drill in.
But things are out of my expectation, the little girl with an apology, said: "Sorry, just now I counted wrong, more than you counted a dime, this is to find your money." Said, she will be a brand new dime in my hand, I stood there dumbfounded, do not know what to do.
I jerked back and saw the red scarf worn on the little girl's chest, the firework red, the burning fire red, in front of it I bowed my head. I turned back and threw the dime in her basket, ignoring her shouts, and ran out through the crowd ......
In my heart, my "treasure" -- honesty, I want to let it bloom forever. I'm going to let it shine forever.
The treasure in my heart essay 2
Childhood is colorful, there are successes, failures, joys, grievances ------ My childhood is also equally colorful, but there are also dishonorable things, there is one thing y printed in my heart, into a period of time never erase the shadow, but this shadow is also the treasure in my heart, I will always treasure it.
Last year during the summer vacation, my mom and dad locked me in the house all day long, either let me do homework or let me read books, never allow me to play computer, alas, really annoying! So I thought of the creepy Internet cafes, after three times the ideological struggle, I lied to my mother that is to go to a classmate's home to do their homework, but hard to the Internet cafes to run, where I played extremely addictive, reading and learning things are thrown into the back of the mind, and even forget to go home.
From then on, I was more and more bold, cheating my parents again and again, again and again in the Internet cafe to play, but I do not know that my mind is being poisoned again and again, I am like a crazy and wanton drug addicts, sucking merciless "Internet poison" and can not pull themselves out.
From my abnormal behavior, my parents finally knew the truth about my daily visits to Internet cafes. I stood in front of my parents and looked at them with a stern gaze, feeling as small as an ant. My parents kept reprimanding me and lecturing me, and I willingly listened to their reprimands. I realized that I had burned my parents' hearts, and with tears of remorse, my parents' scolding had turned into awakening and determination: Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will stay away from Internet cafes and never go to Internet cafes again! Mom and Dad, you hit the right, hit the good! The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to be beaten!
That time, my parents gave me a stern lecture, which made me quit the Internet drug, and that lesson made me have scars all over my body, but my spirit became strong, my heart became pure, and there was a magical power that told me never to go to the Internet cafe. That lesson from my parents is a treasure in my heart forever!
The treasure of my heart, you are both the shadow of my heart, but also a wake-up call to prevent me from going to the Internet cafe, but also my paving stone to tomorrow. A deep lesson, no, my heart treasure, in your warning, I will walk in the future every step, to create a belong to their own clean blue sky! The treasure of my heart, I will keep you in my heart!
The treasure of my heart essay 3
Everyone will have their own favorite treasure, and my favorite treasure is the book.
The book is my treasure, because it makes me know everything. Read the "Records of the Grand Historian", I Xiang Yu for the power of the mountains and the gas cover the world eventually, but no face to see the old master of Jiangdong and regret; I admire Han Xin can be crotch insults can also be the courage of the battle; I appreciate the Li Guang a hundred paces through the Yang's superb archery. Pin "Three Kingdoms", Zhao Zilong long board slope single rider to save the Lord's courage, Guan Yu Huarong Road to release Cao Cao's righteousness, Zhu Geliang six out of Qishan's loyalty interwoven into the main theme of that era, for us to play a wonderful story of the Three Kingdoms. Read the "Ziji Tongjian", Tao Yuanming not for the spirit of five buckets of rice bowed down to my admiration, the prosperity of the Kaiyuan era makes me proud, but after the Anshi Rebellion of the Tang Dynasty has made me sigh with regret.
The book is my treasure, because it allows me to know people to understand. Read "how steel is made", I and Paul Kochakin with the revolutionary years in Russia to understand the true meaning of "steel"; read "childhood", I and young Gorky tasted all the hardships and suffering on earth; read "the old man and the sea", I and the old man in the sea with sharks for the fight to the death. Read "The Misfortune", I understand the gain and loss in certain circumstances can be converted to each other; read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I know "the world will be divided for a long time, will be divided for a long time", is the inevitable result of the evolution of history; read "The Necklace", I know the evil of the European gold-worshippers and the darkness.
The book is my treasure, because it teaches me to see the poetry and words. "Zhou Gong spits out his breasts, the world returned to the heart" is Cao Cao is willing to fight for the Han dynasty's determination, "will be the top, a glimpse of the mountains is small" is the embodiment of Du Fu's hesitation in the early Tang Dynasty; "Sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk! "is Li Shangyin's regret for the decline of the Tang Dynasty; "The master of the world, who can be between a thousand years" is Lu You's affirmation of Zhuge Liang's dedication; "The yellow sands of the hundred battles through the gold armor, not to break the Lulan end" is the determination of the border warrior The determination of the frontier warriors to face death; "I urge the God of heaven to shake again, not stick to one pattern to lower the talent" is Gong Zizhen eager to talent to revive the loyalty of the Qing Dynasty.
The book makes me know things from the past and present, makes me know people, teaches me to read poetry and words, a treasure. Who is the treasure? The book is also.
The treasure in my heart essay 4
Everyone has their own treasures, and my treasure is the time I spent with my father and bike *** with.
It was a pleasant afternoon, oblique sunlight lightly sprinkled in the alley, Xi Xi's breeze blowing the leaves rustling sound, but also my high giggles and my father's low laughter blowing away ...... I rode a small bike forward, my father in front to lead me. When I succeeded, he stroked my little head with warm hands and smiled at me with slightly narrowed eyes. Then, running off into the distance, he lets me continue. In the slanting sun, my father's back, is tall and strong also with a golden edge.
It was a cold and windy evening, and I was still sitting on my bike, but it was the back of my father's bike. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and froze and did not feel the cold. This was because I had my father in front of me to protect me from the wind and rain. I gazed at my father's back, it has become thin, no longer as tall as before, but still thick so that I am full of security, so that I have as in the storm shelter like peace of mind and comfort, and my heart is as warm as being roasted by the fire.
Another afternoon, on the boulevard, a girl and a father were traveling side by side, sometimes speeding, sometimes slowly gliding. The sunlight falls through the gaps between the leaves on the path, creating a golden light dappled with shadows. The wheels of the car were traveling in the leafy path, making a "rustling" sound, as if it was a soundtrack for this afternoon trip. The little girl and her father never spoke. In the eyes of outsiders may seem like strangers, but they have a line in their hearts between them, hanging ...... near evening, the two bicycles side by side snuggled in my home in the small parking room, a small, as my father and me.
Another year of waxing and waning came, and I have grown up. Strolling down the street with my father, we are still silent, still parallel. Gradually, I quietly slowed down my pace, quietly looking at my father's back. It is already old, no longer tall, no longer thick. Suddenly a cold wind came, I feel as if my father shivered. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at this.
Each of these moments is my most cherished treasure. I have grown up, I will not just miss remember those treasures in my life, I have to guard my father, he is my treasure.
The treasure in my heart essay 5There are countless treasures in the world, some of which change in value due to time, some of which change in value due to people, and they may not be precious in themselves, but only by chance they are known as rare, and perhaps with the change of time, they will lose their value. In contrast, there is a treasure whose value cannot be measured by anything. It lasts forever and is remembered as if it were engraved in one's heart. It is the love of a father.
People have been singing the praises of fathers for a long, long time, and it is natural that they are full of admiration and respect for fathers, but they tend to ignore fathers because of their natural silence. Fathers don't seem to care about this neglect, but love their children more quietly. My father was just such a silent father, and often when I spoke to him, he did not listen, but was always there in deep thought. So I always said to myself: my father lives in his own world. Whenever my mother spoke at the dinner table about the pain my birth had caused her, my father always looked at me silently and seemingly thoughtfully. I later learned that during the months my mother was hospitalized, my father had been waiting for my birth in front of the hospital bed, and had hardly slept for months, losing more weight than my mother on the delivery bed. My father and I have always had a good relationship, and I often sat on his lap and nuzzled his neck as if I were pampered. I loved my father, even though he was a man of few words.
As I `grew up, the originally cordial relationship between my father and I seemed to change a bit. Because of our age, there was some mutual incomprehension between us. I rarely sat on my father`s push to pamper him or talk to him anymore. Until one morning, my father seemed flustered and worried. I was packing my things for a morning swim, but my father stopped me. I thought it was a little strange, didn't my father usually encourage me to exercise? I asked my father what happened, only to see him hesitate for a moment and said: last night I had a nightmare, dreaming of a big flood that drowned you away. Father said here hands trembling, seems to be tortured by an unseen pain. I knew that my father was worried about me. My heart seemed to be suddenly hit by something, and my nose involuntarily felt a burst of sourness. It turned out that my father had always still cared about me, although I often made him angry, but he still loved his daughter like this, no matter what, never change.
I was surprised that my father, who was never superstitious, was so nervous about a dream. Anyway I didn't go swimming that day. But my father was still uneasy, and came to see me from time to time while I was sitting at the table studying, and even poured drinks for me. I was really surprised that day, I didn't realize that my father's feelings can be so delicate sometimes.
The events of that day brought about a subtle change in the relationship between my father and me. I became my father's precious daughter again. This was not because my father loved me more than before, but because I felt my father's love y. I felt my father's love fall on my heart like rain and nourish me to grow strong. I regard my father's love as a treasure, a treasure that I will always treasure.
I always want to sing the praises of my father's love, but it seems that there are no words in the world that can perfectly express the greatness of my father's love. I think the best way is to cherish it and not to let it lose its value like other things. My father's love is the treasure of my life, a treasure that I can never enjoy enough. I will always cherish it and always keep him in my heart!
The treasure in my heart essay 6The book, which records the thousands of forms on earth, tells the most beautiful truth in the world. It has the magic of magic, can bring people from ignorance into the sea of knowledge.
Once, I went to Yalong Book City with my mom to read books. The bookstore was full of books, and I felt that I had come to the world of books, full of incomparable happiness. This countless books let me dazzled, a book from my eyes "skipped". At this time, my eyes fell on a book "Dynasties and Dynasties of Queens". I took down the book, ecstatic, happy heart shouted: "Yes, yes! Found it! This book must be fun!"
I couldn't wait to open the book, one page, two pages, I was like a hungry wolf, reading greedily. I was y attracted by one of the stories in the book: Empress Lu Phei Yi Hui emperor grasp of the dynasty; Wu Zetian hundred efforts from the empress on the throne of the emperor; Empress Xiaozhuang methodically consolidated the Qing dynasty; Empress Cixi curtain, control of the Qing dynasty ...... I read the book, as if the whole world has been forgotten by me. Blissfully unaware of the book city attendant aunt was shouting at me, "Children, that book is not borrowed, but let people buy!" When she saw that I didn't respond, she took the book away from me and told me, "Little friend, it's not a loaner, and the book was sealed before, and I don't know who opened it." I lowered my head shyly, while the aunt said gently, "It's okay, it's not your fault!" Listening to the words of the aunt, my heart warmed.
Book, can be a treasure on earth, it is the necessities of people's lives. If there is no it in the world, everything will be dull and boring. Reading gives me knowledge, reading gives me fun, reading gives me strength. Books let me have a more wonderful spiritual world, I love reading.
The treasure of my heart essay 7
21st century civilization, part of the wind, from us - minors, I thank the supporter behind me - grandmother is her first step to lead me to read books through the famous scrolls, I cared for me very much.
Raised my filial piety, love, patience, modest habits, in the crowd of many people in the world's point of view, we are just an example, but since childhood stored in the bottom of the heart of me as a treasure. My grandmother from the appearance and background is difficult for people to think that she is a cultured old woman, grandmother has five children, the age of seventy more than, in fact, grandmother read the truth no one told me, I do not care to ask, I remember since I was in the first grade when I was often in front of my classmates to boast about the history of the revolution of Mao Tse-tung, my classmates with the kind of uncomfortable envy of the eyes look at me continue to speak on, that tragic period of time, the history of Mao Zedong. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was a bit of a joke, and I was able to see that the whole thing was a joke, and I was able to see that the whole thing was a joke.
And Grandma is from the revolutionary era to the present, learned that the revolution was made up by me as such, that piece of cloud of the old times but did not affect Grandma's face changed greatly, Grandma even humorously said to me: "You're really smart, the sad which such as my granddaughter's music has a listening head, huh." Now I understand the grandmother's respect for that part of history and heart.
Once the teacher assigned a diary, Grandma was watching, I compared myself to a "diamond" bottle with a whole bottle of ink, and said that Grandma poured it in. Grandma praised me for my good writing, imagination can not be compared to anyone, while praising me while I corrected typos and taught me to write the name of the opposite font, because of the success of this diary, I went to my best friend's house to play, show off the contents of the diary, but also in their home to eat roast duck legs, the sky is gradually gray, I was happy with the bird general popping home, Grandma embraced my arms into the house, politely criticized me for not being. In my memory, my grandmother never lost her temper with me or anyone else, and she was always kind.
Now her precious granddaughter, me, has grown up. Grandmother to me as always, I am also filial piety. I revered my grandmother, but I was not dependent on her, "It is right," she said to me. The age of old age also means that someday ...... I will learn to be alone, strong and studious. To repay my parents and grandmother. Filial piety, motivation, modesty, love is my motivation for progress.
Treasures of my heart essay 8There are many, many treasures in the storehouse of my memory, and the one that shines the brightest is one of my exams.
That time, my Go just from the first level on a paragraph less than 3 months, another opportunity to test the level, but because I test on a paragraph of the results are not high, so my parents and teachers have suggested that I next time to test, but because I have to try, they have no choice but to nod their heads.
As soon as I arrived at the test center, I rushed into the bustling crowd with confidence, and I was placed in group f. I was not able to take the test.
The exam was about to start, and I wasn't nervous at all because I'd already been through the exam 8 times. The first game started, I carefully tested my opponent's strength, not powerful at all, so I played boldly and eventually won. I was not nervous in the first six games, no matter whether I won or lost. In the seventh game, I was anxious because I had only won three games and lost three! My teacher said I had to win at least five games to enter the 2-dan program. I had to win all the later games! With this belief, I started my final push. I won the 7th game! I was a little relieved. In the 8th set, we started to fight fiercely, and I got nervous, but I still hinted to myself, you're the best, come on! I took a long breath, and then I went left and right ...... and won! A stone in my heart fell to the ground. The results came out, I successfully advanced! I was so happy that I wanted to tell the whole world about it.
This examination I understand: try to know whether it is possible, and fight to know whether to win or not!
It became a treasure in my heart!
It has become a treasure in my heart.