Part 11: An Agreement with the Teacher, a 600-word essay

In the class, I am considered a master of Rubik's Cube. My classmates envied me, my teacher admired me, and I felt very proud.

The class teacher once quietly came to me and asked: "Can you teach me how to play the Rubik's Cube?" "Oh, that's right," I nodded in agreement, "Can you do it during class?" "Sure."

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During the break, I was playing with the Rubik's Cube in the aisle, completely forgetting the agreement with the teacher, and just kept to myself. Because there was no such admiring atmosphere around me, I walked into the classroom again and enjoyed the endless envy around me without even hearing the school bell. Another class is over. People are handing in homework and chatting in the classroom. Anyway, it is full of people and chaos. Those who can calm down and read their homework have become a "rare species".

"The teacher is looking for you!" A sharp voice cut through the chaotic and noisy classroom. "Oh." When I understood that the voice was talking to me, I replied lightly. Come to think of it, the teacher wants me to teach Rubik's Cube! But I still have to hand in a bunch of homework books, how can I make it in time? He quickly handed over his notebook and rushed downstairs, passing by the door of the teacher's office. Huh? What am I going to do? What am I doing here? I touched my head and forgot. My brain hasn't been working very well recently. I took the opportunity to use the restroom and returned to the classroom leisurely.

As time went by, I completely forgot about teaching Rubik’s Cube, and the head teacher never mentioned it again.

One time, the teacher came to me again and asked me when I would teach him the Rubik’s Cube! Oh my gosh! Only then did I remember this. "Now." I hurriedly ran upstairs to get the Rubik's Cube, but class was already in session.

But then, I forgot again...

Until today, when I saw the word "agreement" when writing the essay, I suddenly remembered the "agreement" with the head teacher. Indeed, I am very sorry that I have made an agreement for so long but never promised it. As the saying goes, "It's easy to promise others, but it's hard to make a promise." After personal experience, I realized how difficult it is to keep one's word. Remember this time, and I will definitely honor it tomorrow... Chapter 12: A beautiful promise essay of 700 words

If you have seen me, you will definitely say that I am very cheerful, optimistic, and have a pair of smiling eyes. However, I used to be a withdrawn girl who was not close to others, until that year, I met her.

That day, my mother and I met our new neighbors in front of a house. I kept my head down, not daring to look at them. A burst of laughter like silver bells made me look up suddenly. It turned out to be a girl about my age who was a carbon copy of me now, running in circles around her parents. Coming to a new place and looking at her elf-like appearance, who wouldn't be happy? There was an urge in my heart to make friends with her, but I didn't dare to speak and lowered my head in loneliness again. Unexpectedly, she came to me as if she knew what I was thinking, and happily took my hand: "Hello, my name is Lexin, can we be friends?" Looking at her hopeful eyes, I nodded slightly.

In this way, Lexin and I became friends. We read books, did homework, and played games together every day... I will never forget that time. It was a colorful memory in my childhood. Under her influence, I started to learn to interact with people, which was easier than I thought because I found that everyone was friendly, kind and took good care of me. Seeing my changes, my parents smiled happily.

The big banyan tree in front of the door was once the "secret base" for Lexin and I. We would play here whenever we had time. We played with the bees and butterflies flying, listened to the cicadas singing, admired the red maple tree, and watched the white snow in the sky. The four seasons danced in our palms, flowed in our hearts, and built a bridge between her and me. We are good friends, confidants, and inseparable sisters.

However, there is no banquet in the world that must come to an end. That autumn afternoon, I came under the banyan tree. She was wearing a long white dress, like an elf, like an angel, like the most beautiful epiphyllum in the world. But I always feel misty and in a trance. Her back was turned to me, and the sunlight gilded her with a golden rim, as if she was about to dissipate here, like the Little Mermaid. I couldn't help but panic a little. There was no longer a bright smile on her face, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes: "I'm leaving." Just four words, like a bolt from the blue. I stood aside blankly. She hugged me, said a few words in my ear, stuffed something into my palm, turned around and left. From then on, I never saw her again.

"Don't be sad or cry when I leave. I am very happy when I am with you. You can get along with others the same way you get along with me." This is the agreement between Xinle and me , I have been sticking to it. Chapter 13: I have a promise with happiness, 700 words essay

I am a humorous person, of course, I also have happiness.

Everyone wants to be happy. It is like an angel, like magic, it can make us forget our troubles and pain. There are many people in the world who are born with happy cells, so they are happy every day; there are also many people who seem to be like monks ringing the clock every day, living like a lost soul, and have nothing to do with happiness. In fact, if you look for happiness with your heart, you will soon find that happiness is actually very simple. Happiness can be practiced. Everyone has happiness, but it depends on whether you can practice it. It is a kind of cultivation and you can obtain it through practice. This is not a lie or nonsense. Happiness is not only obtained when you are distressed. Happiness can be obtained anytime, anywhere. It will all exist, the question is whether you will practice it so that you can gain happiness. If you are really worried but don't want to solve it: you can change into sportswear and go for a jog if you need to relax and go for a run. Let your mood go away with sweat; when the work pressure is high, you don’t have to stay in front of the computer and press the keyboard, you don’t have to flip through books randomly, and don’t smoke one bitter cigarette after another in the office, you can Go outside, yell at the blue sky and white clouds, take a few long, deep breaths, or listen to relaxing music to reduce the stress in your heart. In fact, happiness lies in that jog, in that deep breath, and in that piece of beautiful music.

Happiness is a choice. There are many people and they are all smart. However, some people choose happiness, and some people choose pain. Your own choices are important. Forgive others for their mistakes, and give encouragement and the courage to correct them. Remember every time others help you, and be filled with gratitude. In this way, you will be happy. In fact, happiness also lies in choice.

Happiness requires knowing how to give up. The real estate business is very important. If you know how to give up, you may also be able to find another kind of happiness. All the things you need cannot accompany you throughout your life. To succeed, you must give up something before you can get better things. . If you are willing to give up, you will gain something. There is a certain amount of weight that everyone can capture. If you go on the road with a full load too early, you will have to give up some of your original things in exchange for others.

Even the choices in life are so imperfect, and so is happiness, but it is also happiness. Chapter 14: A 700-word essay on the promise between me and childhood

In childhood, you passed me by in the blink of an eye. Now youth is waving to me, and I must embark on this new journey. Looking back on that mythical childhood, I am still a little reluctant to leave you, and I still care about you a little bit in my heart.

In childhood, you are like the golden sunrise. You may not be perfect, but you are a desirable time. As a child, I was ignorant, and as a young person, I was dominated by distracting thoughts. Only my childhood was carefree, pure and beautiful. I yearn for childhood, just like some people look forward to the future. Although I am the same, I prefer to miss the childhood that has passed but cannot be restored. I miss my childhood and everything about childhood.

When I was a child, I still had ice cream in my hand, licking it greedily, and how wonderful it felt with a smile on my face; when I was a child, it felt wonderful to swim in the water, splashing and playing; When I was a child, I looked at my carefully crafted "works" on the wall and felt how sacred they were... But now, all of these can only become my beautiful memories. But these will always be a shining pearl in my memory.

God is fair to everyone, and even more just. I know that I can’t live a wonderful childhood again, so I made an agreement with my childhood: one day in the future, When I was unhappy, childhood had to "save" me, save me with happiness, save me with carefreeness, save me with its unique beauty, beauty, wonder, and holiness. I always believe that one day, childhood will come back to me, and it will still be as beautiful as it was

During this unforgettable period of childhood, I have my mother’s care, my father’s care, my grandparents, and my grandparents. Love, many friends, endless friendship, and endless fun. Childhood is so beautiful, but the beautiful time is always very short.

Childhood is more precious than money in my mind, because it is like the newborn sun, a symbol of beauty.

No one can change the agreement between me and my childhood, because this agreement contains the seemingly lost but not lost heart of a child.

I have a promise with my childhood, and my childhood has a promise with me. A promise that never changes. Chapter 15: A 700-word essay on my promise with spring

The four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter are natural changes, but they bring infinite vitality. Spring makes this place full of spring and full of vitality.

Spring is a longing season. It is both a gentle and beautiful season that symbolizes recovery. It is also the first season of the year. It symbolizes a new beginning, a new goal, and a new self. .

Spring is a beautiful season. When spring comes, I follow the footsteps of spring and come to the place we agreed on. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant here, and it is full of vitality.

The air is filled with the freshness of nature, coupled with the fragrance of flowers, making the air here fresh and pleasant. Every breath here will make you feel refreshed. Following the rhythm of ding-dong, ding-dong, I walked cheerfully to this clear stream and watched the stream move forward to nourish the land. During his journey, he helped the flowers, plants and trees. Growing, it gives the most sincere wishes to the rice fields, and finally falls into the embrace of the sea.

The birds are not idle either, they are laughing and laughing. Flying freely in the air, forming a beautiful scenery in the sky.

The forest lines made of green trees are like a staff. The fallen leaves are the notes, the birds are the performers, and the streams are the accompaniments. The whole spring is like a song. I was deeply immersed in it, intoxicated in this beautiful music, listening to the magic brought by nature.

Speaking of that promise, it dates back to when I was five years old. That day I came alone to a place rich in spring. It was very different from the outside world. There were mountains, water, trees and birds here. , it is simply a paradise. At that time, I thought this was Miss Chun, so I said to her: "Chun, are you willing to be my good friend?" The only answer I had was the sound of the spring breeze whistling by, "Swish la la - swish la la." I thought she agreed, so I cried to her about my experience, about my family and the cruelty of this society, about the pain I suffered, and about the norms and requirements I was subjected to every day... After I finished crying, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I felt refreshed, like sweet rain and dew. I made a promise with her that I would come to her every spring to relax and let go of my resentment.

Seven years later, I left here and her, but I did not leave the cry of my soul. Chapter 16: The Promise between Poetry and Me, a 700-word composition

"The clouds in the stream are just beginning to rise, and the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building." ...The time has gone far away, but poetry has not left yet. Poetry accompanies me, and I also bear in mind the agreement between me and poetry.

When I was young, I didn’t like so-called poetry, so-called rhyme, and so-called “beauty.” In my heart, what I liked was just the vastness of the sky and the fun of stories. But my mother doesn't care what I like, she just drags me to carry this and that in my free time. Fortunately, my mother doesn't have much rest time, and I don't have to spend time memorizing those so-called difficult things, so I have plenty of time for me. Run and play like crazy. It made me happy when I was a child, but made me miserable when I was in elementary school.

The reason can only be that after I went to school, there were some "cultural differences" between me and my classmates, which made my mother see it and feel anxious in her heart. I had no choice but to ask me to memorize ancient poems during a summer vacation. I sat alone in the room, reciting poems numbly. As I recited, my soul drifted outside. I left the book in my hand and lay on the window sill looking at the sky outside the window. The sky is blue without any impurities. The clouds are laughing freely in the sky. The buildings are neatly arranged on the opposite side. The leaves are rustling and swaying gently in the wind. A few sparrows that fly by occasionally call. After a few noises, he ran away as if making trouble.

"Qi! It's better to read a book!" I muttered, picked up the book again, and read poems. “The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.

The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river..." As I thought about it, I seemed to see the night scene beside the river in spring. The tide of the river in spring was so strong that it was even with the sea, and the moon on the sea seemed to be on the same level as the river. The tide flows together... Beautiful, incomparably beautiful. I was intoxicated in the poetic scenery alone, forgetting my boredom, and suddenly discovered the beauty of poetry. I looked out the window, the blue sky became clearer, and the clouds looked more playful. , the wind caressed me more gently, and the green leaves swayed slightly, a smile appeared on my face, silently thanking me for the beautiful scenery in the poem.

So, I made an agreement with the poem. , I made an appointment with her to accompany each other all the time. I know that poetry will accompany me throughout my life. Once I love poetry, I will remember my agreement with poetry, which will last forever. Chapter 17: I Have a Promise with Myself Essay 700 words

The setting sun is like blood, the north wind is howling, I hold the cold and blood-red test paper and walk alone on the road, gusts of cold wind blow by my ears, I can't help but It's a little cold.

I finally got home, and a warm breeze blew against my face. My father was lying on the couch, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it with great interest. He didn't notice me at all, waiting for me to walk into him. Suddenly he spoke: "I'm back. I just made a cup of tea on the table. You can take it and drink it!" "I agreed.

I brought hot tea into the room, but my heart did not warm up at all. I was discouraged. I did not start writing homework or reading. Instead, I stood by the window alone and looked at the rain outside. Scenery. The plants seemed to be like me. They never raised their heads when they encountered setbacks. They all lowered their heads under the heavy rain.

Dad finally knew about the bright red paper last night. When my father saw me at the independent window, he was very curious and asked me what was wrong. I didn't hide it from my father, so I gave him the test paper. My father just shook his head, turned around and left. As he recedes, I feel so sorry for him.

Today, my father woke me up early in the morning. I dare not look directly into his eyes for fear of attracting more attention. Resentment. I thought my father would raise his huge hand and hit me hard in the face, but no, my father put his hands behind his back and led me to the balcony. My father stopped and I looked around. There was nothing special. I looked downstairs, but I didn't see anything. My father pointed downstairs with his finger. I looked down where his finger pointed, but I didn't see anything. My father asked me: "Which plants have something special from yesterday to today?" change? Only then did I observe carefully. Apart from the change in their state, there was nothing special about them. "Yes, that's the state. The flowers and plants that were beaten down by the rain yesterday are completely new today. This shows that they have a tenacious spirit. This spirit supports them and overcomes difficulties. What about you? ”

I suddenly realized that there must be setbacks and dissatisfaction in life, but the most important thing is to have a tenacious and persevering spirit. Only with these qualities can we have success. Opportunities to overcome setbacks and pursue higher and further success. I should not fail in an exam, should not be bothered by a setback and shrink back, and give up. I should not be afraid of difficulties and hardships. I should look for ways to defeat them. Way. I thought, and my father gave me a look of affirmation.

I want to move towards higher and farther goals. Chapter 18: The secret between us. Composition of 700 words

Under the setting sun, I stood in front of the peach tree and looked at the beautiful peach blossoms. These little flowers were the "witnesses" of the secret agreement between me and my grandfather.

< p>Three years ago, I went to live with my grandfather. My grandfather was an old man in his sixties. His eyes were narrowed into a line, his two naughty and energetic eyebrows, and his petite and thin body gave him a kind of aura. Vitality and endless energy

Grandpa always regards me as his good friend and takes me to play every day. In my eyes, he is a child who will never fail. Come down.

However, one can never guess the fate. Due to long-term fatigue and poor health, grandpa’s petite body collapsed in front of me.

From then on. , Grandpa has changed. He doesn’t always make me laugh. He only screams in pain. He doesn’t jump around lively, but sleeps motionless on the bed.

I am very sad. I am very scared, I am afraid that grandpa will embark on the road to heaven.

Until one day, my grandpa called me to his side and dragged me hobblingly to the peach tree. Grandpa said, "Look how big the peach blossoms are in bloom, how beautiful they are! Grandpa hopes that you Like these flowers, work hard and study hard!" I said firmly: "I will! But you must promise me, you must get better!" "Okay!" Grandpa smiled like a child! got up. Let's hook up! An old hand was raised, and a white hand was also raised. Grandpa said again: "This is a secret agreement between us, no one can lie."

The merry-go-round of time is spinning rapidly - one year has passed.

When I ran home with the certificate in hand, my grandfather had already passed away.

I held the certificate in front of the peach tree, and the peach blossoms bloomed bigger and more beautiful. I closed my eyes and said softly: "Grandpa, I have completed the secret agreement. What about you? I am living well here, you don't have to worry. I seem to hear Dad's kind voice."

I laughed, Grandpa! We both fulfilled our secret agreement and neither of us lied.

Now that I have grown up, the peach trees are much taller. I wonder how grandpa is doing. But the secret agreement between grandpa and I will never disappear!

Under the setting sun, the peach blossoms are illuminated even more charmingly. Just like the agreement between the two of us, with grandpa’s smiling face, they are even more charming and beautiful! Chapter 19: We have a promise with the snow, a 700-word essay

There was a heavy snowfall in the winter when we were in third grade, and it has never snowed since then. But today, I heard laughter in the snow again. Because the first snow this year came earlier.

I came to school this morning. Instead of going to class as usual, I went directly to the playground. This is because - the students have a "winter promise." I came to the playground, and just as I expected, the students were all partying in the snowy "Party". Some were rolling on the snow, not caring if they were covered in snow; some were having a snowball fight, with their noses and hair covered with snow. I asked them: "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" They replied: "This is the real meaning of snowball fights!" Some made snowmen, and they divided the work. Some people transported the snow, some piled it, and some shoveled it. , and there were people... Seeing that their hands were red from the cold and they were still working so hard, I also wanted to donate a little bit of my love - I lent my gloves to my classmates. Everyone laughed happily, and the snowman also laughed.

When I stepped on the snow, it was not as hard as ice, nor as soft as mud. Instead, when I stepped on it, it dented, made a "squeaking" sound, and hardened. , leaving a deep imprint, which is not just a footprint, but a happy memory of childhood. When I was still intoxicated in this snow-covered world, "Bang!" I was hit by a ball of crystal snow. It turned out to be Zhao Xingyu. Not to be outdone, I immediately picked up a ball of snow and hit him. Go, we had a great time.

The most interesting thing is the snowball. I first made a simple snowball. I first made a simple snowball, and then let the snowball roll crazily in the snow until I could no longer roll it. At this moment, my classmates came to help me. We worked together to push the giant snowball until all the boys in our class could roll together. The teacher came up with a good idea: If you roll a smaller snowball, wouldn’t it be a snowman? Wonderful! We work together. Today, everyone loves to say the word "go away". They usually use such uncivilized language when they are angry. It seems that everyone is very excited! Our snowman is ready, and everyone is rushing to take photos!

Snow brings us joy. We are even more excited and happy than when it snowed two years ago! Everyone made snowmen, had snowball fights, rolled snowballs... Our silver bell-like laughter was everywhere in the snow! Chapter 20: An 800-word essay on the promise between my cousin and I

It’s the annual Spring Festival again. Every Spring Festival, I will accompany my parents back to their hometown, but this year is no exception. The person I was most compatible with there was my eldest cousin. He always took good care of me, and I clung to him and always followed him. Although the agreement between my eldest cousin and I was not fulfilled, I also knew the reason...

With a longing mood, I couldn't sit still in the car as if there were nails. We were afraid of racing on the highway, so our parents chose to drive out in the middle of the night to avoid rush hour.

Through the car window, I watched the scenery outside the window change with the changes of time. Our time was just right to see the sunrise. Through the car window, I saw a red sun rising slowly. The earth became brighter, the trees greener, and the headlights turned off. We had breakfast in the service area and continued on our way back. The morning air was so fragrant, and there was still dew on the leaves.

When I got home, I was even more restless. Seeing how beautiful my grandma’s house has been after decoration, I was so happy that I jumped up and down like a monkey. Finally, my long-awaited cousin came back. He is 1.85 meters tall, with dark skin and handsome appearance. He is exactly the eldest cousin in my mind. I also saw that he brought back a laptop, which made me even more excited, not to mention that his computer also had the same game as mine! This made me even more reluctant to leave my grandma's house.

Unknowingly, today is the last day I spend with my cousin, and I will go back to my home tomorrow. But I learned that we would return to my grandma’s house tomorrow afternoon, so I made a plan with my cousin. My cousin and I made an appointment to go to the market for afternoon tea tomorrow afternoon, but it was not as good as I imagined...

I learned in the afternoon of the next day that it was too late to have afternoon tea. My cousin also tried his best to make amends, not wanting to disappoint me, and said he would take me to his classmate’s house for a barbecue in the evening, which made me feel less sad. But I didn’t know until after dinner that I was leaving, so I didn’t have the chance to have a barbecue. I was very sad and felt that my cousin had deceived me. But I deeply know that this is not his fault, but my time does not allow it, not to mention that my cousin has paid a lot for me, and he will give me everything I want. I no longer feel so unhappy.

After this agreement with my eldest cousin, I discovered a truth in life: life is always unsatisfactory. Nothing is 100% the same as you imagined. The more you expect, the more you expect. The bigger, the bigger the disappointment. Don't be too pushy and make things difficult for others. Cherish what you have and fight for what you don't have. You can't always rely on others. People must learn to be content.