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On the morning of July 22nd, in the press conference hall of the Great Hall of the People, more than 200 young writers from all over the country gathered together and cheered, and deafening applause came from time to time in the hall. It turns out that the 13th China Young Writers Cup Essay Conference is being held here.

"Please welcome the students who won the first, second and third prizes to the stage to receive the prize!" The host's loud voice called each winner, and I walked onto the podium with a happy mood and took the trophy from the teacher. Holding the golden trophy and the red award certificate, I feel heavy and can't help but shed tears of happiness, sweet and slightly sour. Along the way, how much hardship, how much joy, how much happiness, grandpa that taught me to write touching scenes will emerge in front of me. ...

When I was 9 years old, I was like a young eagle. With grandpa's help, I learned to write freely and my composition level improved day by day. Grandpa once told me: "Life is the source of writing. Only by being close to life and paying attention to people and things around you can we write articles full of true feelings ... "For a long time, my father worked in the army and my mother had to go to work. I live in my grandpa's house most of the time, especially the mountain of love from my grandparents makes me unforgettable. Their every move was deeply imprinted in my mind, so grandpa made up for it.

A year later, my grandfather found that my article was empty, the language was poor and the materials were too formal. In order to make my composition more diversified and rich in themes, grandpa took great pains to take me back to my hometown for a deep life last summer vacation. Visit Xiaoxi Hydropower Station, Daxin Township Immigrant Village and Yinshi Temple, collect folk songs and experience social life. So articles such as Temporary Monk, The Wandering of Crabs, Rivers and Willows in My Hometown and Who Doesn't Say the Beauty of My Hometown began to appear in newspapers and some even won an essay prize.

On weekdays, grandpa often wears reading glasses and sits at his desk to revise articles for me. He forgets to eat and sleep, and his body is getting thinner. The heartstrings were deeply touched: Grandpa loved literature all his life and was a famous "penholder" in the county. How happy I am to bathe in the sunshine of his literature and feel the beauty of life!

/kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, I listened to my grandfather's teachings and gradually became a flying eagle. Good news came in May this year: My exercise "Don't Lose Grandma" won the prize in the 13th China Junior Writers' Cup essay contest, and I was invited to attend the awarding ceremony held in the Great Hall of the People. In order to enrich my knowledge and broaden my horizons, my grandfather in his sixties decided to accompany me to Beijing in person. Summer vacation is the tourist season, so I can't buy a berth ticket all the time, so I can only take a hard seat. After a bumpy day and night's journey, grandpa was exhausted and seemed haggard again.

During my stay in Beijing, my grandfather always accompanied me to eat, live, play and attend classes. At the same time, he also used his spare time to talk with editors and writers to learn the writing methods and skills of children's works. When he accompanied me to visit the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, the National Museum and the Science and Technology Museum, he explained a lot of historical and humanistic knowledge to me, which benefited me a lot.

I made many new friends in Beijing. They are all outstanding writers. In our spare time, we exchange our writing experiences and talk about our writing ambitions.

The trip to Beijing really taught me something that I couldn't learn in class, and made me feel the vastness of the world and profound knowledge. Inspired by editors and writers, I understand that writing must be "unique, individual and unique" in order to step into the palace of literature and truly become an eagle soaring in the literary sky.

I looked at my grandfather's dark and emaciated face and felt very sad. However, his eyes full of wisdom, childlike innocence and tireless spirit made me proud, and tears of happiness came to my eyes again. ...

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Is there more good people or bad people in this world? I think there are more good people! This is what this society pursues and what people expect. Although the world is a mess now, love can still be seen everywhere.

That was a few years ago. I went shopping with my cousin, but I didn't expect to meet a small traffic accident-a battery car hit a bicycle, and the cyclist was fine, but the cyclist was miserable. His sudden braking caused him to fall to the ground, his knee was bruised by a sudden impact, and bright red liquid flowed down from the wound. That's blood, a lot of blood. This situation is really scary.

My sister and I are both curious about how this matter will change and develop, and worried about the injured people, so we crowded into the crowd to join in the fun.

I saw that everyone was at a loss, just talking aside, watching the man riding the battery car bleed profusely, and there was evidence of his injury all over the floor. At this time, everyone is still afraid to go up and help.

Then a man came out. He walked up to the injured man, took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his leg. Then put it on the wound and asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?"

The injured man was stunned. He didn't expect someone to come back to help him. I vaguely saw the tears in his eyes. He shed tears, looked at the people who helped him and said gratefully:

"Now ... it's much better now, isn't it ... it doesn't hurt too much."

"That's good, um ... let me take you to the hospital. Bandage the wound and it will heal faster. "

"thank you ... you are really a good man."

The man smiled, helped the injured man up and walked slowly to the hospital.

I looked at the kind-hearted man, a young man in his twenties, dressed formally and holding a briefcase. He was probably going to work. Unexpectedly, I met such a situation halfway, so I left my job to help others. This is really admirable!

There are still many good people in the world! Although only the young man stepped forward, I believe those who want to help but are ashamed to act still have a kind heart.

I looked at the two men, and they walked slowly to the hospital, leaving only their backs. Only the back? Don't! What they left behind was not only the back ... that back was full of emotion, and it was his love and dedication that made this beautiful emotion. I still can't forget it.

Interesting things about Chinese New Year.

"year of the snake has arrived, and it is a new year!" During the Spring Festival, every household puts up couplets, cleans up, sets off fireworks, sets off firecrackers, and visits relatives and friends ... My family is no exception, but my favorite fun thing for Chinese New Year is to set off fireworks.

At five o'clock in the afternoon of New Year's Eve, my family came to my grandmother's house. As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's door, my cousin greeted me with a "rocket" speed. Grandma and Mom each gave us 20 yuan money to buy fireworks. When we got to the store, we parted and went shopping separately. I happily dragged forty dollars around the store for about a few minutes before I bought graphic fireworks, cherry bombs, small pear flowers, firecrackers, panda firecrackers and cannons. After the purchase, we came out in unison. As soon as we met, we clamored to see what the other party bought. My sister bought a tripod, a flying gun, a gyro gun and a wrestling gun. Cousin buys eight-character fireworks, fuses, fireworks and cannons; And that "little guy"-my cousin bought small fireworks, eight-character fireworks, triangle twirling and throwing guns, and I bought the most: graphic fireworks, cherry bombs, small pear flowers, firecrackers, panda firecrackers and throwing guns.

At home, the adults posted couplets. Grandma is putting steaming food on the table. I see, wow! They are all my favorite dishes, including braised fish, shrimp, braised duck and braised chicken ... I really have everything. I helped everyone to add a meal, so I let go of my belly and "swept" it. Soon, I was liquidated, and everyone ate greasy faces and bulging bellies.

After dinner and a rest, we each ran to the roof with lighters. My sister put a triangle turn first. She turned the triangle smoothly and lit it with a lighter. After a few seconds, she only heard a beep, and the triangle began to "dance", and it was very beautiful! Then, flying guns, gyro guns, eight-character fireworks, fuses, jet fireworks, small fireworks, graphic fireworks, cherry bombs, small pear flowers, firecrackers, panda firecrackers and smashing guns appeared one after another. I picked a small pear and fell to the ground. The small pear flower suddenly spread its colorful wings and flew around, shooting two colorful flames from its tail. My sister, cousin and I all think this kind of fireworks is very beautiful. When everyone was watching the small pear blossoms in the sky, I secretly put eleven kinds of fireworks together and put nine kinds of fireworks underground, which immediately made the roof colorful. While my sister and they were watching happily, I then fried the cherry and lit it, scaring my two sisters to run around, but my sister was not afraid at all. Instead, she threw five small pears into the sky. To my surprise, I don't know why, five small pear flowers are flying in the sky. My sister looked at me in surprise and said, "It's a piece of cake. You think you can scare me with a small bomb. See, this is the real kung fu, okay? " I was a little reluctant to listen, so I came up with a bad idea. I put ten small pears and ten cherry shells at the same time. I set them all on fire and gave them to my sister, which startled them, but they came back to me as soon as they woke up. In this way, my sister and cousin and I set off fireworks until half a night. After repeated calls from my parents, I reluctantly went to bed.

A year's fun is like a stream that preserves and sets off memories; A year's fun is like a colorful cloud, with various changes; The fun of years, like a grain of sand contained in mussels, has finally produced a pearl with light after years of plunder, and this fun of years belongs to no one, but to yourself!

It feels good to grow up.

What's it like to grow up? Is it a surprise? Is it joy? or ...

I feel grown up in an instant. When it rains, you will naturally open an umbrella, walk alone in the drizzle, and feel the unique romance and warmth with your heart, instead of jumping into the rain curtain to play like a child, and don't care if you get soaked. When you hear someone praise you, a few red clouds will suddenly float on your face, instead of just smirking with your head tilted like when you were a child ... Oh! What's it like to grow up? The feeling of growing up is the green buds sprouting after the rain and the shy dew rolling on the petals.

Entering the flower season, I inadvertently crossed the dividing line between childishness and maturity. Standing on the edge of maturity, looking at me living in a happy kingdom behind me. I was naive, naughty, crying and cheating there. Often it is not a prank to put chicken feathers on the ears of a neighbor's big cat, or to jump up and down with the children and step on Aunt Zhang's newly planted seedlings, and then lower her head to help the trampled seedlings after her mother counts them. At that time, I often ran home laughing and singing in the wind and rain, but I cried silently for a bowl of poached eggs sent by my mother with a smile. At that time, I loved to laugh and cry. It was sunny just now, and then suddenly there was a shower. Look, who is that little girl with red face and tears streaming down her face? Isn't that myself? I am so embarrassed.

However, at this time, I have stood on this side of the dividing line. All those beautiful memories can only be locked in a pink diary and placed in the deepest part of my memory treasure house. When I grow up, I want to be strong, learn to laugh at life and face ups and downs; When you grow up, you should put away your innocence, learn to be deep and learn to be calm; When you grow up, you should learn to bear it and learn to bear it. I feel that I am burdened with too many dreams with too many expectations, so I try to turn my confusion into a source of sweat and my hesitation into a lamp that illuminates the distance. Please don't say that I have become sophisticated. Actually, I'm maturing.

Pink childhood is beautiful, but the golden future fascinates me even more. For that beautiful fruit, I can only put away my innocence and stride forward. On the way forward, I will cry in the face of thorns; Faced with ups and downs, I will hesitate. But I will be optimistic about everything. Because there are too many dreams in my heart.

What's it like to grow up?

The feeling of growing up, with the sweetness of ice cream and the acidity of green strawberries ... Anyway, the feeling of growing up is good.