A 600-word essay about truth, goodness and beauty

When I was a child, I always felt that the truth, goodness and beauty often mentioned in books seemed to be far away from me. Whenever I asked my mother what truth, goodness and beauty were, my mother always smiled and did not answer. Let me experience it slowly in my life.

I remember when I was 7 years old, my mother insisted on me eating an egg every morning, but I hated eating eggs very much and found them hard to swallow. But looking at my mother’s stern eyes, I finally decided to eat them. Force yourself to eat it. When I came to school, I had no choice but to eat the apple that my mother prepared for me. While I was eating the apple, I saw my friends playing freely on the corridor. I really wanted to smash the apple on the ground and loudly told my mother: "I don't want to eat the apple!" But when I thought of my mother's stern eyes, I didn't dare.

Year after year, day after day, when I found that I was physically stronger than my peers and my brain was much smarter than before, I suddenly realized and understood why my mother had to force me to do it. Eat eggs and apples with me. That day, when I once again saw the cleanly washed red apples that my mother had prepared for me in my schoolbag, I rushed into my mother's office and cried, "I was ignorant before, but now, I really understand The greatness of mother and the selflessness of maternal love. Mom, I will definitely listen to you from now on, because I know you are doing it for my own good.”

At this time, I felt that the truth, goodness and beauty were the mother forcing her son to eat apples and eggs.

I gradually grew up. When I was nine years old, I fell on the playground and broke my knee. It was so painful that I couldn't stand up. It happened that my classmate Liu Songqing passed by and hurriedly ran over to help me up and shouted: "Liu Jicong is injured, please come and help him!" Other classmates rushed over and helped me to the school infirmary. When the school doctor, Mr. Zhou, was treating my wounds, I saw big drops of sweat on the heads of my classmates. My nose was sore and tears of disappointment flowed down. What a good friend! I feel blessed to have such a good friend.

At this time, I feel that truth, kindness and beauty are the sincere care and help of good friends when I encounter difficulties.

Now that I am ten years old, I have learned to use my eyes to discover more truth, goodness and beauty in life. That day, the sky was overcast and very cold, so my grandma reminded me to bring an umbrella with me on the way to school. I promised with my mouth, but I didn't care much in my heart. I strode to school without an umbrella. After school, it started to rain heavily. I stood under the eaves of a residential building at the school gate, anxiously hoping that the rain would stop soon, but it kept getting heavier and heavier, with no intention of stopping. At this moment, the owner of the house, a gray-haired old man, opened the door, and a friendly voice came from behind me: "Little brother, where is your home? Take this umbrella and go home quickly!" After saying that, he put the umbrella over my head. Looking at the old grandfather's figure gradually disappearing in the rain and fog, I feel warm in my heart.

At this time, I felt that truth, goodness and beauty were the umbrella that the strange old man held up above my head on a rainy day to protect me from the wind and fish.

Truth, goodness and beauty are all around us. She is the selfless love of her mother, the sincere love of her classmates, the warm love of a strange grandfather and all the love in the world.

In a quiet afternoon, I poured a cup of tea, held up a beloved book, and read it carefully under the shadow of the sun. The fragrance of books and tea intoxicated my heart in that afternoon, and I felt like I was in a fugue. Tianwai, I met the characters in the book, and they taught me what is true, good, and beautiful.

While reading the novel, I struggled to pursue the true shadow. In "Medicine", Hua Laoshuan holds the bloody steamed bun and holds the cold little Shuan in his arms. In his hazy eyes, Lu Xun let out a deafening roar: Feudal society has killed human nature. If you want me to be true, go to the new society to find it! In "Camel Xiangzi", Xiangzi is still pulling his handcart and running in the scorching sun, but he is no longer the kind and simple Xiangzi. His numbness and depravity have long since destroyed his soul. Lao She told me: Zhen is gone long ago! I looked up and saw that the truth was still there. He was in Bing Xin's little orange lantern, in Shen Congwen's border town, and in the bitter journey of Qiu Yu. People were still pursuing the realm of truth with all their heart. "Truth" was like a heart that had been rediscovered. The washed pearls shine brightly in our hearts.

In the process of reading fairy tales, I am struggling to pursue the shadow of goodness. In "The Daughter of the Sea", the mermaid is willing to sacrifice herself for the happiness of the prince and turn into the fragile foam in the morning sun. I shed tears after reading it, for this poignant love and for the kindness of the mermaid; the man with full hair in "The Little Prince" The soft blond little prince walked through the boundless desert and said to me: "Please help me draw a sheep." His silver-bell-like smile and sad expression always reminded me, don't reject everyone who needs help, your Help may nourish a heart on the verge of despair like nectar.

In the process of reading poetry, I am struggling to pursue the shadow of beauty. "The grass is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water." The lingering mist in "The Book of Songs" flows upward and fills my dry eyes; "The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets in the long river." In "Part 1", the setting sun cast a shallow light on me, and I saw the warm light; "The city of Weicheng is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and the willows are new", in "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" The fresh earthy smell hit my face, making me feel the loveliness of spring.

Poems one after another gently opened my heart, taking me to nature that I had not seen for a long time, and coming into contact with another kind of reality and another kind of beauty.

Reading with a state of mind like water, I finally felt the existence of beauty, goodness, and truth. They poured down like the sound of nature, allowing me to gain another kind of feeling while reading in the afternoon while the fragrance lingered. Feeling.