(Reward) According to Sean's three times of picking up shoes, write a composition on the topic of gifts. (Wait online, it's urgent. )

Gift is a beautiful thing that human beings do.

This is a gift of friendship. Li Bai, a famous and elegant poet, is well known. Wang Lun, an ordinary folk singer. However, they have forged an inseparable friendship. Wang Lun wanted to see the poet's style very much, so he wrote a letter to Li Bai, who was addicted to alcohol and loved to see the beautiful scenery: "Does Miss Li like to play and see the scenery?" We have ten miles of peach blossoms here. Does Mr. Li like drinking? We have Wanjia Hotel here. "Wang Lun thought, as long as there is old beauty, li bai won't come.

Sure enough, Li Bai received such a letter and came here happily at once. As soon as I saw Wang Lun, I went to see Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms and Wanjia Hotel. Wang Lun told him with a smile: "Peach blossom is the name of a pool here. Wanjia is the surname of our hotel owner, not that there are 10 thousand hotels. " Li Bai was stunned, then laughed and even said, "I admire you! Admire! " Li Bai settled down. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and the mountains overlap. Isn't that what you want? Drinking wine and enjoying the beautiful scenery is really a pleasure! Wang Lun, how come we just met now!

All good things must come to an end. On the day when Li Bai left, the ship was about to leave the shore when suddenly she heard a song. Li Bai looked back and saw Wang Lun and many villagers marching on the shore, singing to see him off. Then came the song "To Wang Lun": Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. The master's deep affection makes Shixian feel sorry! I envy their friendship. Through the shackles of the secular, shed identity. This is a gift from the heart for friends who cherish each other.

There is a sad but absolutely warm love story. Christmas is coming, and people always give gifts to each other according to the custom. Two poor lovers who love each other deeply also want to give gifts to each other on Christmas Eve. But their life is too tight, and there is really no extra money to meet such a reasonable and beautiful wish. Wife, count the money at home, only bits and pieces of 87 cents. Out of love for each other, they can always find a way to surprise their lover. My wife has a small waterfall of hair, which she is proud of and envied by other women. The husband has a luxurious gold watch, which was handed down from his grandfather to his father and from his father to his family. This watch is gorgeous and precious, and the bracelet is replaced by an old belt. As for the wife, thinking that her lover's favorite is his gold watch, she cut off her hair without hesitation and bought her husband a beautiful platinum watch chain. Thinking of his lover's waterfall-like hair, the husband sold his gold watch without hesitation and gave his wife a set of exquisite hair combs in return.

As a result, it is conceivable that at the moment of exchanging gifts, they hugged each other and cried. This is a testimony of their deep love for each other, and they all got the most beautiful gifts in the world. I have always liked this story written by O 'Henry. Love doesn't need rhetoric, just a heart. Gift is not equal to the cold price, it is a warm conduction.

I also want to tell a story, which is about me.

That year, a pair of twin sisters were transferred from Guizhou. They don't dress like country children. Later, I learned that the reason why they came to the north was to avoid debt! My father died in an accident and owed a lot of money. The three of them couldn't live any longer, so they came to this strange place with a northerner. Accustomed to the superior life, it is difficult for children to adapt to the poverty here. Not only the material, but also the climate is not suitable. The strange eyes of strangers make the two sisters feel at a loss. From their melancholy eyes, I read the sadness that they shouldn't have at that age.

Once, I read in my sister's diary, "My mother and a man took my sister and me to a strange north. Sometimes I really hate my mother, but my mother is too poor. " She grows a lot of cotton, works in the fields every day, and feeds two pigs ... My mother has never done this. People here often bully us. My sister and I are shivering every day. I want to go home and miss my grandmother thousands of miles away ... "To be honest, I really didn't know how to comfort her at that time. What she faces is not something that can be solved lightly. I remember writing several pages in her diary to encourage them. I only remember quoting a poem at the end, which was written in big words: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? I don't expect much help, but I just want to give them some comfort so that they can feel a little warmth in a foreign land.

Unexpectedly, their mother came to school the next day. The strong woman fought back her tears and said, "The work in the field is very busy, but I have to come today. Thank you very much, teacher. The children have become individualistic now, and they also said that they can help me with housework after school, and encouraged me to say that the difficulties will be overcome. " I'm a little overwhelmed. No My words really gave them courage. I said you're welcome. I'm just a teacher. To this day, I still remember her grateful eyes. Later, their sisters gradually came out of the shadows and their academic performance improved.

On Teacher's Day that year, I received a gift that I will never forget. Their sisters came to my dormitory that day and said shyly, the teacher wishes you a happy holiday. I saw them holding a beautifully packaged box. I said, you spent money again. They all laughed. Please open it, teacher. We didn't spend money recklessly. We made it ourselves. I opened the wrapping paper in doubt. Inside it was a square box with batteries in it. The moment I opened the box, I froze. A big box is full of lucky stars, colorful ... teacher, my mother and I took time to fold it, and there is nothing for you. My mother said to give you a blessing, there are 1000. ...

I was suddenly so moved that I could not speak. The gift I received is priceless. These stars are obviously beating hearts. I can't imagine how pious they are to build lucky stars in their spare time! How many nights will those little stars spend on them! But I know that they must have expectations and have a good time! At that time, my whole heart was wet. This is a gift that I will never forget in my life!

Material gifts may bring us temporary happiness; But the spirit of giving is enough to support our lives. In this world, the most beautiful and heavy gift is our own gift. Do it with love and do the most beautiful thing in life.