Write a 600-word essay with the title "Those things I ignored..." and try to avoid examples.

Those tolerances that I ignored. When I grow up, I often read without an umbrella. Don't like to carry it. In fact, in the mountainous climate of my hometown, it rains frequently. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like in Xiamen, but it will continue. I think the reason why I didn’t carry an umbrella at that time was that the umbrellas at home were heavy and very long. I was very short at that time. When I was in fifth grade, I brought a long umbrella with me, but I couldn't open it in front of the teaching building. A tall female classmate helped me open it, and I was also laughed at by my classmates. Fifteen years later, I met this girl again in a small street in my hometown. She had become a married woman and her appearance had changed, but I still remember the way she opened her umbrella and her curls, even though I am much taller than her now. I actually don’t remember whether I decided to carry less umbrellas from that time on. My father would give me an umbrella when it rained. I was still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope it is not him who will send me an umbrella, but this is impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and our home is between my mother’s school and my school. My mother cannot take a long way to see me off, especially when I insist on going out. No. My father would say something that I have already said before: bring an umbrella when the sun shines, and bring food when you are hungry. Then hand me the umbrella. I took it silently and walked behind in small steps. I think I walked behind on purpose. My father discovered that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down even more. This way you can see his back completely from behind. Sometimes, I would see the rain coming diagonally, and my father’s umbrella would not be held upright, so his clothes would be wetted little by little. Another time, my father lent his umbrella to a mother and son on the road. Tell them that dad and I can hold an umbrella. I watched them walk away. My father didn't look back at all, and walked ahead in the rain. I called Dad, but maybe the rain was so loud that my father didn't hear me. 2. When a person walks alone, he will bury his head but not in deep thought. Every time someone cuts you off, you always walk with your head down. Too often, I just want to walk silently without speaking, if I really like the fellow travelers around me. At this time, the walking pace suddenly slowed down. I often see other people's backs inadvertently. The things that can be seen at this time are either silent or irrelevant, or the only thing that can be seen clearly at a glance is the same back figure, which occupies too much of the screen but cannot be seen through. Two people who are different from each other will have mismatches when walking. 3 I once dreamed of the figure turning back in my dream. The unfamiliar face seemed like a lifetime ago, and for a moment it felt like the world had been hollowed out, leaving only a pale body. When I woke up, I was glad that such an expression had only appeared once in my dream and never in reality. In reality, it is at most distance, far and near. It's like walking with your back in the traffic. If you want to keep up or hold on, you will be blocked by the traffic. Fortunately, they were not so far away from each other, and the turn from the opposite side was missed by the same shoulder. So would you rather just look at the back? The neglected scenery of spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, summer lotuses and winter plums, these are the beautiful fragrances given by nature to the seasons; the spring breeze combs the willows, and the night rain moistens the flowers. This is the divine charm of the Creator who nourishes the fragrance; "Apricot blossoms, spring rains in the south of the Yangtze River, "The horse is rushing to the north in the autumn wind." I am intoxicated by all this nature. In spring, the catkins are tangled and the grass is blurred. In spring, the most beautiful thing is the buds. Watching the branches that have been silent all winter grow green "little eyes", the grass sways its weak body and quietly pokes its head out, looking at all the beautiful things in the world. The high sky where swallows are whispering and butterflies are fluttering; the gurgling river that has just been freed from the "shackles" of ice is flowing; that piece of goose-yellow green - spring is once again shining. In summer, lotus flowers touch the sky and the fragrance overflows. Summer is the most unrestrained season. The sun shines on the earth, and everything is flourishing. Watching butterflies dancing and orioles flying, and counting purple-shirted kites, it is full of vitality. In the orchard, red apricots are flowing, peach blossoms are blooming, pear trees are snowing, cicadas are taking a rest and chirping; at night, look at the twinkling stars and the dots of fireflies. Under the faint moonlight, everything on the earth is quiet, and tomorrow's Things will regain their vitality. In autumn, the sky is filled with sunset and the river is dyed with color. Autumn is the most mature season. "The setting clouds and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky." Whether it's the vast freedom of "the sky is high and the clouds are pale, and you can see the geese flying south", or the romantic freedom and ease in the rolling clouds, it makes people feel relaxed and happy. With the emergence of a golden season under the blue sky, a dream is brewing in my heart. Golden dream, please fly my dream to the distance. In winter, there are dry vines in the fields and snow in the sky. Winter is a world of pink makeup and jade. The dawn wind is waning, the moon is shining, the stars are shining, and the cold breeze is caressing the face. This is a winter morning. After a heavy snowfall, the world becomes a world covered with silver makeup. There is a wonderful feeling of "like a sudden spring breeze coming overnight, and thousands of pear trees blooming". Together with the children's silver bell-like laughter, it becomes a beautiful winter scenery. The beauty of winter lies in its joy. When I look up at the bright moon in the sky; when I listen to the chirping of cicadas on the branches; when I appreciate the orange, yellow, and orange green, I am deeply intoxicated by the beauty of nature. Neglected Care After "fighting like crazy" on the muddy playground for more than an hour, the snow-white uniforms and sneakers were splashed with muddy water. When I dragged my tired body into the door, I had only one thought in my mind: take a comfortable hot bath. Fortunately, my mother, who knew me well, had already prepared hot water. In the evening, I sat in front of the desk doing homework, and the sound of rushing water reached my ears and didn't stop for a long time. Mom must be very tired from washing such dirty clothes.

So, I got up and walked into the kitchen: "Mom, my clothes are too dirty. Let's wash them tomorrow." Mom turned her head and I saw beads of sweat on her head. "You, please pay attention to safety when playing. Besides, I don't object to you." After saying that, she moved her whole body, then turned around and rubbed her clothes. I walked back to the room silently and continued to do my homework. It was late at night, I got into bed and turned out the light. At this time, the door was gently pushed open...it was Dad who had returned from work. After a while, a rough big hand stuffed the quilt tightly on my shoulder. In the darkness, I vaguely saw my father's back moving towards the balcony, carefully closing the windows one by one, and then walked out of my room silently. Outside the window, spring rain was pattering down. I think there are many green seedlings greedily sucking the nectar and bathing in the moisture of the spring rain. Lying in bed, I also had the same feeling, a warm feeling like spring. I feel the care my parents have for me. In my life, am I not bathed in such care every day? Why have I never noticed these concerns? I remember a lot of such care, not only from parents, but also from teachers, friends, classmates, and even strangers I didn’t know. Although it is so subtle, it is so subtle that it can be easily ignored like rounding in mathematics. In the past, I always thought that I was small and few people cared about my existence. I suddenly realized that the care given to me by others existed inadvertently, so it was easily ignored by myself, just like the drops of water being ignored, but I did not see that the water droplets merged into an ocean. I finally understood: It’s not that I am ignored by others, but that I ignore the people who care about me. Sometimes, my mother asks me to put on a coat when the evening breeze blows. Don’t I dislike her for being wordy in my heart? Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep to the pattering lullaby. Caring about others is a kind of happiness; being cared about by others is a kind of happiness. Enjoy the richness of family affection and the warmth of friendship. But often we ignore a concern that comes from afar. At a small station in early spring, the sound of firecrackers echoed in the distant air. The father with frost-stained temples was carrying two large bags of luggage, followed by those who were about to return to school. reported daughter. The daughter followed her father with both hands free. The father put his daughter in the car and warned: "Put the hot water cup in the locked pocket of the green luggage bag. Don't run around when you get to school. Girls should pay attention to safety. And I put the melon seeds and peanuts in my black luggage bag and gave them to my classmates to try. It’s not good to eat other people’s food. Also, I bought them when the road to Nanjing was too far..." The father was still not satisfied, but his daughter already seemed to be disappointed. Impatient. My father had no choice but to say goodbye and get out of the car, standing in front of the car window for a long time without leaving. The car started to move, and the father seemed to suddenly think of something. He dragged his tired body and ran again. After finally catching up, he put a bag of words in his pocket and gave it to his daughter. "Hold it in your mouth, and you won't get carsick." The daughter was suddenly startled. Her father's white hair was so dazzling that she couldn't help but shed tears. She stuck her head out of the car window and shouted to her father: "Dad, take good care of Mom, and you should also take care of yourself!" Parents have deep concerns for their children who are far away from home. This concern started from the day their children were born. It has been rooted in the hearts of parents since the beginning and has been with them to the end of their lives. In the end, they will still carry this concern away, but what about their children? When the young mother saw that her son had a fever, she panicked and ran to the hospital with her son in her arms, but she forgot about her old mother who also had a fever at home. When she took her son home, she accidentally fell down. When she opened her eyes, her elderly mother was holding her in her arms, holding a bowl of steaming ginger soup. Her daughter's first words were How was her son? The mother smiled and told her that her grandson was fine. After drinking the soup, she accidentally touched her mother's hot hand and realized that her mother also had a fever. Tears fell down her daughter's face. She was worried about her son, but She ignored her mother, but what she cared about was her daughter, because in her mind, her grandson was just a part of her daughter and the continuation of her daughter's life! We are like this in life. We are used to being cared about by our parents, but we have never cared about our parents very carefully. What our parents have given us is endless dedication; and what else do we have from our parents besides asking for and relying on them? A toddler clings to his parents because of dependence; a child who suffers from a fight and goes to his parents crying is still because of dependence; what does a young couple bring to their parents when they go home every once in a while? It's nothing more than asking for money. When they have their own children, their hearts are all focused on their children, while the parents who gave birth to them, raised them, and have always cared about them are forgotten. Occasionally, when I think about it, I realize that I have almost no concern for my parents or it is so shallow! Let us face up to the concern our parents have for us, and then think about how much we care for our parents. Many things in life seem ordinary, but in fact, if you think about it for a while, you will find a lot of things. It turns out that care is all around us. As long as you experience it with your heart, you will find its true meaning. The reason why humans are different from other animals is that humans have feelings. There is an emotion between people called care. Care is like an invisible thread, tightly connecting two people who are close to each other. A blessing or a greeting will have magical power and warm people's hearts.

But we often ignore the concerns around us. Looking for the overlooked beauty. How many times have you walked through the thoroughfares, focusing on fame and fortune; how many times have you carefully calculated your own gains and losses, fantasizing about gaining power. In the rush, you lose yourself like this. How many times have you walked along the path in silence, and the beautiful scenery around you has been ignored by you, until one day, when you are exhausted physically and mentally, you suddenly realize that beauty cannot be ignored! Look for the overlooked beauty, and you will find that life is so colorful and life is so happy! Only by being wise and understanding can we see external objects clearly. Zheng Banqiao, an upright official of a generation, and Master Jiekong, who is unfazed by honor and disgrace, are walking in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Zheng Banqiao suddenly turned around and asked Master Jiekong: "Master, this is the time when the flowers are blooming and all the birds are singing, but I can't hear the sound. Why?" Master Jiekong looked sullen and saw him touching his arms. A copper coin was thrown on the ground, and a clear "bang" sound penetrated people's ears. Many people stopped and stared. The master picked up the copper coins, rubbed them and stuffed them into his arms. Zheng Banqiao realized: It turns out that like everyone else, I only pay attention to Brother Kong Fang or worldly things, and ignore the beautiful nature. Yes, although there are many things in life that are not satisfactory, how can we ignore the beauty of the world! Look, the Qingchuan sandbank is full of lush trees and grass! Listen, the stream is gurgling, the birds are singing and the insects are chirping! Smell, the fragrance of flowers fills the quiet path! What a breathtaking natural scenery, but some people ignore it, what a pity! People's windows of the soul are often slowly closed because they are blindly paying attention to something. It is not until someone opens it for them that they suddenly realize that the world outside the window that they have ignored is so beautiful. Look for the neglected world, and you will find that your life will change from now on, and beauty will be with you from now on! I heard a story about a terminally ill old woman who was depressed and just missed her deceased son. She sent a bouquet of expensive flowers to her son's cemetery every day, rain or shine. The young man guarding the cemetery saw the old man with a dull expression and a shambling step again that day. He walked up to the old man and said: "Madam, you send a bouquet of flowers every day, but here is a remote and desolate place, and no one appreciates the beautiful flowers. Instead of paying attention to a person who has passed away, it is better to give these flowers to welfare There are many children in the hospital who need flowers more." After hearing what the young man said, the old man stood there for a while before slowly leaving. The next day, the old man did not come to send flowers. A year later, a spirited old man came to the cemetery, found the young man, and said to him gratefully: "Young man, thank you. Do you remember the person who sent flowers to the deceased a year ago? That person is me. Listen. After listening to your words, I went to the orphanage the next day, where I saw the smiling face I had not seen for a long time and the sunshine of life. The doctor said that I am alive today precisely because of this miraculous mental therapy, young man. You're right, at that time I only paid attention to the people who passed away and some dark things. It was you who made me find the beauty that I had ignored. "Yes, life is so complicated, why not let yourself be happy? Why ignore the beauty of life? Dear friend, if you feel sad, please don’t complain about life. Try it and look for the beauty that you have ignored. You will find that life is so beautiful! The neglected decimal point Foreman Zhang is famous throughout the country for building dams. Although he does not have much education, but with the experience he gained from many years of hard work in the construction industry, his ability to build dams even surpasses that of the undergraduates in the Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University. In the past few days, Foreman Zhang was invited by Hongjiang City to build a flood-resistant dam. Mayor Wang Fu asked him to complete the project within ten months. After surveying the site terrain, Foreman Zhang patted his chest and said to Wang Fu: "It will definitely be completed ahead of schedule." After all the funds for the project were allocated, the construction site started. The engineering design drawings were naturally drawn by Foreman Zhang. But Foreman Zhang, who is over 50 years old, no longer has the seriousness of his youth, and he doesn't pay much attention to drawings. He is only more serious when the mayor comes to inspect. Perhaps he was too experienced and had drawn too many drawings, which caused him to overlook some small details, but he himself did not notice them. The engineering drawings were issued to all key personnel, and the construction of the main dam project was in full swing. During the construction process, some experienced workers felt that something was wrong, but they did not raise it. Mayor Wang Fu attaches great importance to this matter and often goes to the construction site to remind Foreman Zhang: "Foreman Zhang, we need to pay attention to this matter. This dam is related to the life and property safety of the people downstream! Some small details cannot be ignored." If you ignore it, it may cause heavy losses." Wang Fu also felt that Foreman Zhang was a little absent-minded, but Foreman Zhang put on a straight face and said, "If you don't believe in my skills, you can find someone else, and I can quit." When Wang Fu saw this scene, he quickly took out his cigarette and apologized, but there was nothing he could do. ... Eight months later, the project was completed, but it would be tested by floods three months later. Wang Fu greatly praised Foreman Zhang at the celebration reception and gave him a bonus of 3,000 yuan... But three months later, the flood suddenly destroyed the dam, causing heavy losses of 780 million yuan. Later, after investigation, it was discovered that because the water volume had increased from hundreds of tons to dozens of tons, the dam could not bear it for a while and was washed away. After this incident was reported by many media, Foreman Zhang was completely ruined.

He collapsed in front of the TV and shouted: "One mistake will turn into eternal hatred! How important is this decimal point that I ignored!"... The regret of being ignored is ignored, an essential thing in everyone's life, sometimes We ignored a decimal point in the exam, ignored a punctuation mark...it doesn't matter. However, some neglect can lead to lifelong regrets. Every time someone calls me "Grandma," or whenever someone talks about their grandma, ripples appear in my heart. When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, so they had to leave me in the care of my grandma. From then on, I became grandma's "little tail". I would go wherever grandma went. Gradually, I grew up and could stay at home alone, so I rarely went to my grandma's house. "I haven't been to grandma's house for a long time. I miss her a little bit," I said to myself. So I ran all the way to grandma's house, "Hey, why is the door open?" I entered the room through the open door. Grandma was sitting on a bamboo and rattan chair, with red and swollen eyes, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?" "It's nothing, it was smoked from the fire." I actually believed it. "Dandan, you have to listen to your parents from now on, study hard in the party school, do your homework seriously after school, and watch TV, do you understand?" I nodded to express my understanding. Grandma got up and came to the cupboard. She opened the cupboard door and fumbled for a while. She took out a handkerchief and a hundred dollars. She gave me the hundred dollars and said, "This is the last time grandma will give you money." "Yes, you must save some money." I was confused by grandma's words, but I didn't ask grandma why she said that. After lunch, I went back. On the way, I looked back at my grandma's house from time to time, and found that grandma was standing in front of the door looking at me, the corners of her eyes seemed to be very bright... When my parents came back in the evening, I told them that grandma gave me a hundred yuan. I always feel restless in class the next day and rush home as soon as school is over. The door of my house was closed, so I squatted in front of the door waiting for my parents to come back. At this time, a group of people passed by the door and talked, "Ogawa is such an unfilial son. I think he must have forced him to die..." Ogawa Not my uncle? I hurried to grandma’s house. My parents, uncles and aunts were all older, but I didn’t have any uncles or aunts. My parents saw me and said, “Dandan, grandma is dead.” I don’t believe it. Grandma was fine yesterday. You lied to me. I. "" When I entered the house and saw that my grandma was really dead, I realized what she did and said yesterday. I felt so regretful at that time that I forgot to tell my parents about my grandma’s behavior and words. I ignored the most important information. If I hadn't ignored it, grandma wouldn't have died. Neglected Love When I woke up in the morning, I saw the clothes my mother had prepared for me on the bed. I closed my eyes in disgust. I couldn't stand my mother's "concern" for a long time. I got up and walked to the closet, took out a skirt and put it on. I twirled it around proudly in front of the mirror and walked out of the room very satisfied. As soon as I went out, my mother, who was busy making breakfast, saw me put on a skirt. She immediately became anxious and said, "Xiaoxue, you can't wear a skirt today. I checked the weather forecast. It will rain today and the temperature is relatively low. You are like this I'm going to catch a cold. "The sun is high in the sky, there's no chance of rain!" After saying that, I washed my face, didn't eat breakfast, and didn't even look back. out of the house. Behind me, I could only hear my mother's helpless sigh. When I came to school, I strode into the classroom. When I saw the envious eyes of my classmates, I felt very proud. Unexpectedly, my happy mood did not last long. Dark clouds appeared in the sky, and more and more dark clouds appeared in the sky. As the number of dark clouds increased, my mood became heavier and heavier. After school, God finally showed his power, a strong wind blew, and then it started to rain heavily. Thinking of talking back to my mother in the morning, I began to regret it. Hey, I really shouldn't have disobeyed my mother. She definitely wouldn't come to pick me up this time. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed out with my schoolbag on my shoulder. After running a few steps, I heard a familiar voice: "Don't run, be careful of catching a cold!" Ah, it's my mother. A thin and thin figure in front of me is looking towards me. When I came, the rain wet her clothes, and the wind folded her umbrella from time to time, but she didn't care at all, and still walked hard against the strong wind. I cried and went up to her, and my mother helped me put on my poncho. I kept blaming myself: "Why have you forgotten things like this? I should have asked you to bring a poncho in the morning." Hearing this, my heart became even more sour, and I let the tears flow down my face along with the rain. I always complained that my mother didn't love me enough and didn't understand me. I always felt that my mother was too partial to my younger brother and gave me too little love. I usually deliberately opposed her, making her sad and sad again and again. I looked up and found that my mother's hair was whiter and there were a few more wrinkles on her forehead. I was speechless and silently took the poncho that was still holding her body temperature from my mother's arm and put it on. My mother looked at me, as if she wanted to say something. I noticed that the umbrella was tilted toward me, and half of my mother's body was already soaked in the rain. Walking beside my mother, I can't help but recall all the moments in my growth: babbling, memorizing poems and reading, my mother's protection when I was sick, the warnings before going to school, the joy and sorrow after school; the kites and the grass in spring Playing in the mountains, swimming in summer, outings in autumn, reading under the lamp with me in winter. All of this is the warmth composed of my mother's love for me. But I have been ruthlessly ignored all this time.

Thank you, mother! It was you who taught me the basic principles of life, you who gave me life, you... For a moment, I had mixed feelings, regret, relief, and touch... Only now do I feel that the maternal love that I once ignored is so precious. .

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