The composition of the gift is 800 words and five articles.

Living in this world, who doesn't want presents from Santa Claus? I am no exception. ......

santa's gift

Living in this world, who doesn't want presents from Santa Claus? I am no exception. If I could choose the gift that Santa Claus gave me, I would definitely choose the kind of person that Santa Claus gave us more.

In a cold winter, there was a man shivering all the time, wearing a thin police uniform and a half-blue and half-white police cap. Although there were flying snowflakes beside him, he didn't stop his work to enjoy it: although there was a small shop with heating not far from him, he never went in. Because he wants to guide passing cars, even when there is no car, he never relaxes himself, for fear that a temporary negligence will cause a traffic accident.

Yes, he still has a lot of warm clothes, but he doesn't wear them, because he is afraid that wearing too much will limit his activities and affect traffic, so he only wears a thin police uniform and is quickly directing passing vehicles. When he gets off work, he will take a note that reads; Serve the people!

The words "serving the people" deeply shocked my soul. I can't help thinking of the 60th anniversary military parade of our motherland. I clearly remember that every unit in it, in order to show the face of our powerful motherland, let the world know with the neatest pace and loudest voice that the people of China who serve the people have become stronger!

Maybe every student has said: serve the people! But how many of us really did it? Confucius said; Keep your word. Even people thousands of years ago knew this truth. Why don't we understand?

I had a dream last night. I dreamed that Santa Claus brought me the gift I wanted. I dreamed that our uncles standing guard in the snow were everywhere in China. I had a dream.

Mom's birthday present

Wandering in the street today, I suddenly have an impulse to buy something. There happened to be a clothing store in front, so I went straight in.

What do you want to buy? Classmate. The boss said reflexively when he saw a guest coming to the door. His question still stumbles me because I don't know what I want to buy. I had to pretend to wander around the store, then I pulled off a pair of jeans casually and asked the price without looking. Then the boss jabbered a lot of nonsense, but I didn't catch what he said anyway. Self-reported a price, the boss readily accepted, but it was still refreshing. After paying the money, I immediately took my pants and left. After a long walk, I vaguely heard a voice behind me: Welcome to come again next time! Hey, this boss is really eager!

When I got home, I counted the money in my bag, and there was very little left. Only then did I regret it. After the mourning, I still looked at my pants and looked in the fitting mirror. I almost want to faint These pants are too feminine, and Byakki Smoker is a girl (but she looks beautiful). No wonder the boss is so happy. It turned out that he met a once-in-a-century fool today. I feel really bored and get paid for nothing. Well, this is the punishment for impulsiveness. Take it back. Where's the face? I have to put it in the closet. At this time, my mind is really messy, and my mind is blank.

After lunch, today's dishes are still the same, there are no other dishes, and I am used to it. Dad is on a business trip, so there is a big table, just me and my mother.

Halfway through the meal, my mother suddenly asked, Jun, did you buy those pants in my closet? Oh? It turns out that when I was depressed, I misplaced my pants in my mother's box. But when I think about those pants, I get angry and just give a scream. When I admitted it, my mother had a smile on her face and some complaints. She said that the child didn't tell her about shopping. It must be expensive, right? What a waste. In fact, there is nothing wrong with not giving gifts. By the way, how do you know today is mom's birthday?

What? Today is mom's birthday. I had no idea. No wonder I don't know anyone's birthday except myself. At this moment, I suddenly felt my face burning and my scalp numb. I stole a look at my mother and found a trace of excitement in her eyes. How can I have the heart to tell her the truth? So he hesitated to say:

I just know, I asked.

Then I felt my cheeks as hot as a fever. Without waiting for my mother to say anything, I cooked two big meals in a hurry and hid in my room.

Not long after, I heard the sound of opening the door, and then my father's voice came: What do you think I bought you?

As soon as I saw the door, I froze and looked at my father motionless. My mother looked at me with the same expression, my father looked at me stupidly, and then looked at my mother.

Dad has a pair of trousers in his hand, just like that one.

A gift to nature

New buds began to grow on the branches, and they poked out one after another. It was spring. The hot sunshine makes the leaves turn green and makes people feel the vitality of life. It's summer. Yellow leaves fall from the branches, one after another, paving a neat road and opening up a new golden road, which is autumn. The earth wrapped in silver, with open arms, welcomes pieces of goose feathers floating down from the sky. This is winter. The changing seasons present colorful watercolors and feel the air, breeze, sea and life close to the heart. This is a colorful space, with plants, animals and people. These creatures bring extraordinary breath to ordinary space. They enjoyed the beautiful scenery and life, so they were moved and thought of the reward.

Feedback begins with praise. The beautiful and colorful space accommodates many strange things. With their own efforts, people finally stood at the top of space, overlooking the creatures under their feet, how gratifying and touching. Pieces of ordinary leaves, fragile flowers, birds hovering in the sky and flocks of animals running on the ground all give people infinite reverie and reverie. I want to keep the beauty of that moment and remember the wonderful life. The arrival of words has brought people the greatest help. Indifferent words, arranged together, constitute a thought, a thought connected into a feeling, a feeling wrapped in a coat, has become a beautiful and precious gift, giving colorful space.

People named this colorful space nature.

People gave this gift to nature and named it literature.

Such a beautiful world deserves countless praises and adorations.

Literature is born in nature and gives back to nature. People use dexterous hands and clever brains to package, beautiful poems and brilliant articles to make beautiful and colorful nature enjoy infinitely.

Generous nature has given us life, conscience, thoughts, feelings and a grateful heart. We have these natural forces and give full play to our talents, so we have famous sentences and articles that have been passed down to this day.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely green, which is why people thank nature for giving them vitality.

Frost leaves are red in February flowers, which means that people thank nature for giving life a peaceful opportunity.

The faint fragrance floats in the dusk, which means that people thank nature for giving them the right to enjoy life.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the change of seasons, the cycle of life, the innovation of a period of literary history.

Literature originates from nature and finally gives back to nature.

The most beautiful gift

From ancient times to the present, there have been many earth-shattering and eternal romances, and all these are so far away for an ordinary person. In our real life, there is still a lot of real warmth always wrapped around our hearts, bit by bit.

I am a girl who is not good at expressing feelings. During the period of 17, I never sent my father a birthday wish, or even said "Happy birthday, dad" to him personally. But I never felt guilty, because I thought my father would never care about such a plain sentence. I always tell my father half jokingly that we are friends of gentlemen as light as water. However, I was wrong. I remember my father's birthday last August. Just returned to school on holiday. I wonder who mentioned that my friend's classmate was going to have a birthday party. On August 25th, I seemed to wake up from a dream. Today seems to be my father's birthday? Like what? Yes! My father's face appeared and disappeared. I picked up my cell phone to make a phone call, but I put it down again. I don't think my father will care. On second thought, I picked up my mobile phone and typed the development email: Happy birthday, Dad! After a week, I went home for my holiday on Saturday. My mother asked me mysteriously, with excitement in her eyes: On Monday, did you send a message wishing your father a happy birthday? How did you know? My heart is beating a little fast, I said airily. When I was having dinner with your dad on Monday night, your dad's cell phone rang and said it was a text message. He froze for half a minute after turning on his mobile phone. I quickly asked, what's the matter? Your father's expression suddenly softened. I haven't seen his gentle expression for years. He held up the phone to show me. Mom said that dad is like a child, constantly shuttling around her, his face flushed with happiness and his eyes shining with excitement. He is really happy.

A feeling of flowing water, whispering in the wind. I can imagine my father's reddish face, a man and his father's determined figure, and his father's softness as a lake. At this moment, I feel extremely ashamed. That's just a text message! In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a very humble six words, but my father regards it as the most beautiful birthday present.

Affection, warmth, tenderness, congratulations, care, no big opening and closing, no grandeur, but it is the eternal glory that shines in life like running water. When a simple message becomes the most beautiful gift in the father's eyes, as a child, why not feel grateful and moved?

Christmas gifts

Sister, what do you want for Christmas?

I don't know. What about you?

I have made up my mind. I want a doll, a skirt and that pink diary. It will be Christmas Eve in ten days. I am so excited! Sister said.

You are too greedy to know if you can get a gift, but you did a good job. Maybe Santa will remember you.

There are still ten days to go to Christmas Eve. Every family bought Christmas trees and decorated them beautifully. At twelve o'clock in the morning of Christmas, Santa Claus puts the presents that children want under the glittering Christmas tree. The next day, the children ran under the tree to get presents.

Some people believe that it is true that Santa Claus came into this world. Others think that this is just a naive fairy tale.

If you ask me if I believe in Santa Claus, I will answer like this: Yes, although I have never met him; I haven't talked to him or shook hands with him, but I'd like to talk to him if I have the chance.

The most important thing in Christmas is definitely the gift. There is a saying: erase your name from Santa's naughty list; Put your name on Santa's dear list. Be a good boy for a year, and Santa Claus will come to your house to give gifts.

Giving gifts, receiving gifts, buying gifts and playing gift games are all exciting. For example, today our class played a Christmas game called White Elephants Exchange Gifts. The game is a gift of five to ten yuan for each student. The teacher will wrap them in gift paper and put them under the Christmas tree. A student will draw names for everyone. The student who draws the name can take a gift under the Christmas tree or a student's gift. If the gift is taken away by others, you can get a different one under the tree or get a gift from others.

After the game, many students jumped for joy when they got satisfactory gifts. But on the way, there are also many people who are lost because they can't get the gifts they want. Some students are still crying. This shows how important people's mood for Christmas presents is.

Because I believe in Santa Claus, I write him a letter every year and put it by my pillow. The next day, I will find the Christmas present I want by the pillow. My sister was born the year before last, and I began to write to her.

I received a gift from Santa Claus more than once or twice at Christmas. The first time, I was only five years old, when I was in kindergarten. I want a watch. I couldn't write at that time, so I shouted at the window: Santa Claus, I want a watch! The next morning, my mother took out a red bag from under my pillow. My mother said, Min, get up and have a look. Santa Claus has come and given you a present! Hearing her words, I jumped out of bed. Sure enough, there is a blue children's watch in the red bag. I'll have my mother bring it to me right away, and I want to go back to school and show it off in front of my classmates.