Life episode composition 400 words.

I don't know if dad still remembers those two motion sickness pills five years ago. Maybe they have dissolved into his bones. Now, my father's face is dyed golden yellow by the sun, just like the color of mature rice. I sat on a bus with a strong smell of gasoline, facing the sun, as if hoping that the warm sunshine could remove the pungent smell of gasoline. "Wei Wei, you sit here first and I'll buy you motion sickness medicine." Dad still smiled and talked to me, and then rushed into the opposite drugstore. Dad walked into the drugstore and I looked at his back. The same words, the same demeanor, the same movements, the difference is the body shape, he has lost weight, the difference is that he runs slowly, and the difference is that he is old. It was a long time before dad got back in the car. "Dad, what took you so long?" Dad smiled and didn't answer. He just handed me a motion sickness medicine and a glass of water. I took the motion sickness medicine inexplicably, and the warm boiled water slowly flowed into my stomach with the motion sickness medicine. At this moment, a liquid in my stomach rushed up and spit it out from my mouth. After seeing it, my father rushed up to wipe the dirt for me with a paper towel that had already been held in the water. After a while, I felt that my father seemed to know these things, so I looked at my father with confused eyes. My father seemed to know what I was thinking, so he stood up and took out another carsickness medicine and a steaming cup of boiling water. As he handed me this thing, he said, "In fact, the last time I found that you were going to throw up after taking motion sickness medicine, but you held back. It took a long time to take the bus this time. I am definitely not used to it. I will vomit, so I went to a nearby restaurant to prepare two glasses of water and even bought an extra pill. " Looking at my father's familiar and unfamiliar face, I am familiar with his warm and cordial smile, humorous and doting language, and his deep love for me as always. What is strange is his dark skin, thin and slightly bent figure and wrinkled face. Time is fixed at that moment. My father stretched out his hands to me as if there was something invisible but I could feel it. I reached out my hands to pick it up. No, I was wrong. My fingers are connected. My father and I replaced our hands with our hearts. My father smiles because of me, and my smile is because of my father. Although these are only two episodes in my life, it makes me more clearly see the traces left by years on my father's face, more truly realize my father's love for me, and more deeply understand the deep meaning of the word "fatherly love". An episode in life. The episodes in my life surround my heart. It gently caressed my face like the wind; It falls in my heart like rain; Like sunshine, it is bustling and warm every inch of my skin. "come on Quick! " There were bursts of encouragement in my ear. However, just a few meters from the finish line, I was exhausted and fell to the ground, but after a few seconds I got up and rushed to the finish line. But this is the last sentence ... my friends immediately came up to hug me, comfort me and take me to the infirmary. She carefully cleaned my wound ... my heart was blocked. Why? Almost ... my teacher and friends helped me to the hospital, but I looked back reluctantly ... the whole air was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine, and I gritted my teeth and let the doctor finish the injured leg. Lying in the hospital bed, watching the colorless and transparent liquid slowly flow into the body, slightly cold. I feel a little depressed. There will be a class relay race tomorrow, but my ... friends can see my displeasure. Trying to make me happy. Later, another good friend came to see me, brought a steaming cup of milk tea and put it in my stomach. Slowly, with their company, my mood gradually became clear. "Wait a minute, don't move, let me help you." "It's not that serious. I can do it. " "Stop nagging, it's my responsibility to take care of you." My heart is warm. Thank her for her concern. She helped me walk slowly into the dormitory and gave me water to wash my feet ... When I came to the classroom, the concerned eyes of my classmates made my heart suddenly cheerful and no longer sad. Their concern and greetings, like a painkiller, eliminated all the pain. I just fell. I should stand up stronger. The class relay race has begun. Although I can't play, I'm not idle. I carefully taught my substitute the methods and skills my teacher taught me the other day, and encouraged him constantly. Maybe she was scared by me, so she wasn't so afraid of being nervous. When the gun went off, I watched another classmate fly over. I reminded her to run for the stick, and she rushed forward. I smiled ... when the class number of our class came out on the radio, we were all very happy, which was the result of our efforts, although it was a pity that we didn't play. But I am not sad, because I have gained more ... In the following days, my friends always take care of me everywhere, like a waitress, hehe-I am very grateful to her, because she used that encouraging look when I was frustrated. Warm words supported me and made me realize the value of friendship. The heartfelt concern of my classmates helped me overcome the pain. All this makes me feel sunny and warm everywhere. In my ordinary study life, there are too many such episodes, which warm me, touch me and inspire me again and again ... Several rare sunny days in my life met with rare holidays, and I became a temporary shoe washer because of the "shoe washing task" sent by my mother. After several hours of "bloody battle" of shoes, shoelaces and insoles, it finally won a total victory. The instructor put a bucket of clean shoes on the windowsill to dry. The water drops drop by drop from the edge of the shoes, splashing crystal water, then gradually gathering and rolling downstairs. My building is in the block. I secretly enjoyed the fruits of my labor with satisfaction, but I didn't expect the weather to be so good. Because of a gust of wind, two insoles were blown downstairs. This worries me: it's over, it's over, the insoles are washed for nothing! I hurried downstairs to pick it up, complaining about God as I walked. Sure enough, those two insoles are "gray". I sighed, when I was about to go back and wash my shoes again, I was caught by someone and swept into the eardrum with a slightly annoyed tone: "Have you finished washing your shoes?" I looked back in surprise. A little boy of seven or eight years old and two girls of the same age stood behind me, staring at me, grinning with anger. Pupils? I think, do you envy my independence? Want to learn from me? But why are you so angry? I was dazed and nodded again. "Didn't your teacher tell you that it's wrong to throw water at others like littering?" The little boy frowned and began to scold me sharply. Did I spill water on someone else? What time? I thought they said "shoes", didn't they ... I quickly looked up at my windowsill, and the water dripping from my shoes was flowing down the stairs-the sidewalk. I was surprised, but my mouth was speechless. After thinking for a long time, I just want to say that no one else has done this. I have been hit by garbage thrown downstairs by others. I can see that he was angry and wronged, and his words were swallowed back. Once upon a time, I was hit by garbage, full of anger, swearing that man had no public morality. Do not do to others what you don't want others to do to you. Do you want to understand this simple truth from a few primary school students? When we blame others, have we ever thought that we have the same shortcomings? Otherwise, pot calling the kettle black, who is qualified to blame others? "I'm sorry ... I'll pay attention, it won't happen again ..." I apologized again and again, waiting for their criticism. Unexpectedly, he wiped the wet water drops from his forehead and said, "The teacher said that it is a good boy to correct his mistakes." If I were you, ask myself, would I forgive each other so generously? I'm afraid not. In just a few years, my generosity and childlike innocence have passed with time, leaving only realistic haggling and unrepentant sophistry. In this case, I will look at their backs and gradually get him back! Sometimes, what makes you deeply educated is not the reminder of your elders and the preaching in books, but the episode in your life.