Junior high school perfect score composition: the happiness of poached eggs

When did I learn to share? Is it time for me to share apples with my sister? Is it time for me to share the poached eggs with my grandparents?

At that time, the smile on my sister's face was as gorgeous as sunshine and flowers. She took out a big, green and red apple from her bag, wiped it with her sleeve and handed it to me with a smile. I took a big bite and gave it back to her, staring nervously at the faces of Apple and my sister. When my sister took a bite like a lady and handed it to me, I was relieved and took another bite under my sister's smiling eyes. ...

I have lived in my grandparents' house since I was a child. Life in the country is simple and simple, but there is also love and happiness in simple life. In my memory, my grandmother always left delicious food for me and my grandfather, but she was always reluctant to eat it herself. I remember one time, three grandparents and grandchildren had dinner together, and the atmosphere was harmonious and quiet. Dinner is very simple, each person has a bowl of noodles. My grandfather and I each have a poached egg in our bowl, but my grandmother doesn't. After grandpa found out, as usual, he cut the poached egg in the bowl in half with chopsticks and put the other half in grandma's bowl. "You want to eat more. Or you eat. " Grandma said as she put half an egg back in grandpa's bowl. Grandpa how willing! So, put it in grandma's bowl. In this way, I was humble for a long time, and finally my grandmother put the half poached egg in my bowl as usual: "You grew taller, you ate it."

Looking at my kind and thin grandmother, I don't think I should accept this poached egg, and my mind is thinking quickly about how to send it out easily. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain and remembered a skill I saw in the book, so I began to practice.

"The eggs are so salty!" I tasted a small piece and shouted to my grandmother.

"So salty?" Grandma looked at me in surprise.

"Don't believe it? You taste it! " As I spoke, I quickly transferred the half poached egg to grandma's bowl.

Grandma took a sip and was about to say something. Suddenly she saw me snickering and immediately understood my plan. "You little monkey!" "I said, and put the eggs back in my bowl.

"I only want half at most, otherwise I don't want any." I said coquetry.

Finally, grandma had no choice but to give me the half poached egg.

That night, it was the first time in my life to share something with others. In the dim light, our grandparents and grandchildren ate quietly, but I felt that the air was full of love and care. ...

On that day, I felt the joy and happiness brought by sharing for the first time in my life!