Bearing in mind the lessons of life

"There are only empty cans! No way to buy anything." On Thursday morning, I looked at the empty piggy bank and made a sigh. I didn't take a penny and rushed to school.

After school, I went home with Cong. When I first crossed the road, he said to me, "I have seven dollars in my pocket!" I looked at his pocket enviously and nodded helplessly.

We walked into the store, which had red hot peppers, black chocolate, colorful candy, and orange drinks. Usually I always want to buy a bag of candy, and slowly "enjoy" on the way home. I can't eat it today. I am very disappointed.

Suddenly, I thought of the clump. He didn't have seven dollars. I borrowed a dollar and I didn't have anything to do with a single dollar! So, I opened a mouth to the bundle and borrowed a dollar to buy the sugar. I am very happy, just open the bag and eat it. I think: Tomorrow I will give my father a piece of money and give it back to the plexus!

The next morning, I said to my father, "Dad, I borrowed a piece of money from the bush to buy sugar. You give me a piece of money and give it back to him." Dad frowned and twisted into a beggar. But still gave me a piece of money, I gave it to the bush.

In the evening, after I came home from school, my father said to me: "Why are you borrowing money?" "Buy sugar." I said. "By borrowing money from a classmate, of course you can use it urgently. But don't you feel ashamed to eat and borrow money? Go to the bottle tomorrow and earn this money back!" Dad's tone is not high but his face is angry. I wanted to refute. You can see the daddy's glaring face to the mouth and swallow it. My mother came back from work, and I complained to my mother. I said with a grievance: "I was only a moment in the evening, so I borrowed a bundle of money. But my dad was very angry and let me go to the bottle. Not a dollar, as for?" Mom opened her mouth and opened her eyes. Nodded, very much in favor of Dad's approach. Mom said: "How can you spend the money you can't master?"

On Saturday morning, I had to go to the bottle. My mother suggested that I go to the driving school training ground. The weather is hot and there are many people drinking water. But I am there, and there is no one who trains, hey, take a vacation today. Only one old man had finished drinking water and left a bottle. I waited for this bottle for a while, but the old man did not leave. I think: Can't just die for a bottle. So, I boldly asked in the past: "Grandpa, is the bottle still?" The old man snorted and said, "Well, don't." I am happy. I also thought: Just a bottle is not enough, what about the remaining bottles? Just as I racked my brains and pondered my thoughts, the basketball sound of "咚咚" made me hope again. I rushed to the basketball court in the south. "This is a lot of people, I am making a big profit." I entered the door and picked up three bottles under the basketball hoop. But people cast a strange look at me, I feel embarrassed, shy, blushing and continue to lick the bottle. I will smash 13 times in a while, I don’t know where to sell, and go home to make a difference. It’s all caused by a piece of money borrowed. I have been taught this lesson, and I will not spend the money I can't master in the future.

Fifth grade: Lin Yikai