I have thought it through essay

I Think It Over Essay Part 1

The morning light was dim and the cool breeze was blowing. I stood at the gate of the school with the glory sign hanging on my chest, feeling extremely proud. I became a glorious red scarf supervisor, which is what I dreamed of.

I clearly remember the teacher’s instructions yesterday. He said to me earnestly: "I recommend you to be a red scarf supervisor. Now there are often mobile vendors selling snacks at the school gate, and the hygienic condition is relatively poor. , some students will buy it, which is very detrimental to the students' health. Your mission is to stop these students' bad behavior, and you must take it seriously!" As he said this, he handed me the sign in his hand. Looking at his expectant eyes, I felt its weight in my heart.

I came to school early in the morning. Although spring has arrived, the wind in the morning was still very cold and made me shiver. I couldn't help but put my hands in my pockets, wishing I could curl up in the soft and warm down jacket.

At this time, a tall boy flew past me. He held money in his hand and ran to the vendor selling snacks. How could I just sit idly by and watch this happen? But as soon as one leg stepped out, I hesitated a little, and the timidity emerged in my heart. I stayed in place, motionless, and finally reluctantly spit out a weak sentence from my mouth: "No snacks allowed." That. The boy glanced at me and was stunned for a moment, but he didn't stop. He quickly bought snacks from the vendor and ran into the school gate without looking back.

That moment. I really blame myself for why I didn't stop him? Why the hesitation? Why do you have this responsibility or fail to fulfill it?

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath of the cold morning air, trying to clear my head. I stamped my foot and thought very firmly: No, we must not let this happen again! I must fulfill my duties as a red scarf supervisor, and after thinking about it, I resolutely returned to my post. A heat is rising in my heart, and the coldness in my heart is driven away by this enthusiasm.

At this time, another classmate ran over and took out money from his pocket to give to the street vendor. I took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say loudly: "This classmate, please don't Buying snacks here in the morning is harmful to your health." After saying that, I couldn't help but be surprised at how smooth and harsh the voice was.

The classmate heard my voice and froze in his hands, holding the handful of money and feeling very embarrassed, not knowing what to do. After a while, he put away the money, with a smile on his face, "Thank you." After saying that, he walked into the school gate.

That moment. I thought about it clearly, and it turns out that a red scarf supervisor is not that simple. He needs confidence, ability, responsibility and self-motivation. The sign hanging heavily on my chest is for nothing else but responsibility and gain. I Think It Over Composition Part 2

On a Saturday afternoon, the sky was high and the clouds were clear, and the breeze was blowing. After I finished my homework, I decided to go shopping with my mother.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, with a variety of products. Because it is the weekend, there are more people, bustling and noisy. As I walked around, I couldn't help but wanted to buy milk tea when I saw the vacancies in the milk tea shop. My mother gave me 20 yuan and bought a cup of 18 yuan. Who knew that the salesperson's aunt made some mistakes in the rush? They gave me 8 yuan. I was about to return the money to the salesperson, but then I thought: "No one knows anyway, so don't give it up for free. Just let me 'keep' the money for you first!"

That's a lot The change of 10 yuan is not a small amount of money! The usually coveted snacks and cute toys... all crowded into my head. However, when I think about this, I always feel that the people around me are looking at me strangely, as if they all know that I have done something wrong. Therefore, even if you find something you like, you don’t dare to spend the money. I didn't dare to tell my parents when I got home. I was very scared.

It’s so hard to live in such a state of fear!

Unknowingly, in the evening, my good friend Tongtong came to my house to play and happily said to me: "Lingling, I will treat you to something delicious."

" Where did you get the money?" I asked curiously.

"I did a good thing, and my mother rewarded me for it!" she said excitedly.

"What kind of reward did you do for something good?" I asked impatiently.

Tongtong said: "Today at noon, my mother asked me to buy fruit. In the rush, the salesperson gave me an extra 12 yuan, but I didn't know it at the time. On the way home, it started to rain. It was pouring rain. When I took shelter in a store, I found out that the salesperson gave me 12 yuan extra in change. So I rushed back to the store in the heavy rain and gave the money back to her. I thought I When I got home, my mother blamed me for being playful on the road and coming home late, so I told her what happened. Not only did my mother not criticize me, she also rewarded me. This is where the money came from! "After hearing this, I felt even more embarrassed. I made an excuse to send my good friend away, and on the way, I returned the extra 8 yuan to the salesperson.

When I finished everything, I felt a lot more relaxed.

After this incident, I thought clearly: honesty is more valuable than money. I Think It Over Composition Part 3

The smoke from the kitchen is curled up in the breeze, entwining the treetops, graceful and graceful, like a wisp of elegant fairy spirit. The warm wind suddenly blows the spring water; the setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together; the distant mountains are hazy, and there is a dark shadow.

The quarrel that vaguely came from my grandfather’s house tore apart the harmony of the countryside in the evening. I pushed the wooden door gently, and a "squeak" sounded long and distant. "Dad, believe me, this old house should be sold now!" Grandpa became excited, and the blood vessels under the almost transparent skin were clearly visible: "It's sold, where will I live?" The father straightened his back confidently: "After selling it, I can buy another one in the city! It's so convenient. If that doesn't work, go live with me first..." As he spoke, my father almost became proud of himself.

Grandpa didn’t waste any more words and left angrily. He saw me: "Would you like to take a look at my vegetable patch? There are new vegetables planted there. Do you remember when you were a child..." He suddenly stopped talking. He has always been sensitive to words like "when I was a child" - because I am no longer what I was when I was a child. "Ah... I'd better not go." Some things in the countryside made me incompatible and I didn't like it, so I always thought it would be better for my grandfather to move to the city. The afterglow shines on the mottled wall, rusting out golden flowers, leaving traces of time. Thinking about how many times I have played here, every time the sunshine shines on me, I feel warm in my heart, as if there is a warm current gushing out.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the chestnut tree in front of the yard. The chestnut shells on the ground last winter were long gone. This year, the tree was glowing with new green. Although the branches and leaves were sparse, they held up a green shade. When I was a child, I pricked my hand while picking chestnuts under a tree. My grandfather asked me if it hurt. I actually giggled and said it didn't. People who occasionally come to the countryside rarely linger here, but I can't forget the memories here...

Only then did I realize that this old house has become my memory. An indispensable part of the world, the clock is ticking, those times seem to be far away, once touched, there will be ripples, but they are still gorgeous. I once listened to my grandma recounting the bitter and long past in front of the window. Those words were like musical notes, green as a curtain of rain; the red bricks and rubble that I once fiddled with in the corner are still sitting quietly in the corner, maybe a little faded, but they are still bright red. ; I once saw a few egrets flying on the sparkling lake on a sunny day. It was like "a river of smoke and water illuminates the blue sky".

Pushing open the wooden door washed away by time again, I know, I have thought clearly. Regardless of whether this house will be sold or not, I will definitely accompany my grandparents to appreciate this house, this lake, this scenery, and this countryside.

"Grandpa, take me to see the vegetables you grow."

"Okay, let's set off now!" I thought clearly.