This month is really bad, happened to be a good friend's birthday, pocket money has been spent almost. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this one. The first time I saw a friend's birthday, people sent a big bag to the past, but I only gave her eight cents, that's how disgraceful ah! In the past few days, I couldn't eat or sleep because of this incident, so I took a few books to read. From the book I read a sentence that touched me especially y: A gentleman's friendship is as light as water, a villain's friendship is as close as wine and meat. If we spend a lot of money to buy gifts, we have not become a small man's friendship?
Suddenly, I was inspired, thought of a good way, and jumped out of bed at once. I found a piece of red cloth from home, and then used eighty cents to buy some needle and thread. I first cut the red cloth to the size of a handkerchief. Then I used a watercolor pen to write the words "Happy Birthday" on the red cloth and drew a simple flower underneath. Finally, I followed the adult's example and stitched along the frame with a pencil. Because it was my first time, the needle often stuck into my finger and I bled bright red, but I didn't care and continued to embroider with all my heart. The whole afternoon I have been embroidering handkerchiefs, tired me is sore back.
Although I was very satisfied with my gift to my friend, I still dragged my heavy feet to go to the birthday party held by my friend. As soon as I entered my friend's house, I saw that the house was full of guests, and big bags of gifts were placed beside them. When I saw these, my heart couldn't help but beat faster. At that moment, my friend greeted me with a smile. I stammered, "This ...... is ...... my birthday gift to you, which I sewed with my own hands." As soon as my friend opened it and saw the words embroidered on it, she burst into tears of excitement and said, "We can definitely be best friends, because you gave me true friendship." When everyone saw it, each cast a complimentary glance.
From this incident, I y realized: money is not everything, there is something more valuable than money, that is - sincere friendship
2. Seek a writing compositionThis thing I can do The hot summer wind blew into the car window, and the sunshine outside the window is *** speech.
With the irritation of a summer noon, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes slightly for a nap. The bus rattled along like a big, lumbering bug.
The bus stopped at a stop sign, and I opened my eyes and shifted a little. A figure walked up, and my eyes widened to see that it was an old grandfather whose hair had turned gray and who walked hobblingly.
At this time the workshop is already full of people, he moved slowly in this crowd. Give up your seat? I muttered in my heart. But there are still several miles from the destination! Do not let it! That would be too ungentlemanly, and would be a complete disregard for the teachings of our elders.
Let? No? In this debate, my conscience overcame my selfishness. So, I turned around and looked for that old grandpa.
I saw him, and he was watching me. I immediately stood up and stepped to the side.
The old man walked over to me as if he was in touch with me. He held on to the handle of the chair and slowly made his way down.
When he was done, he turned back and gave me a grateful look, I could see the corners of his mouth rise, as if I heard him say "thank you". I could see the corners of his mouth rise, and I could hear him say "thank you". That look, that smile, was so kind, so beautiful.
I looked out the window, sleepy and irritable a trace of nothing. The only thing I could see was the pleasure of the soul.
The old man's eyes were like a clear spring, so I felt a touch of coolness in the hot summer. My eyes from time to time that just appeared in front of the scene, as if I was enjoying a famous painting.
However, there are some discordant colors in this painting. If only I had just stood up without a trace of melancholy.
After seven years of education in school, these basic morals of being a human being have been burned into my mind. However, why is it so hesitant when it comes to giving action? The traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving children continues to this day, and I, as a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, should put it in place.
If I encounter this situation again, I will not hesitate to give way. Now, I really realize what it means to help others and be happy.
At the same time we give, we get happy, get a grateful heart. And what we give to others is so insignificant compared to this.
In the future, I will be happier because I am going to help more people. I will definitely become a good boy who is willing to help others! Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth gently rose, and the sun gently helped my face.
3. to essay, write a week happened 9This week I had a very happy, because *** a lot of interesting things, but also learned a lot of new knowledge, mastered a lot of new skills. On Wednesday evening, we watched a wonderful English song contest at the Stormy Field. Many students from the elementary school took part in the competition. They sang a lot of nice English songs, which I like very much, and my classmates sang along with them on the stage, everyone was so happy. I was a little bit sorry that I didn't take part in the competition this time, I will try for it next time. This week, I also read a book of fables. One of the stories, "Sour Grapes", was very interesting and I liked it very much. It made me realize one thing: It is ridiculous to think and act in such a way that a person who cannot get what he wants says that that thing is bad. I like reading books very much, but I like writing essays and keeping a diary more. My teacher says that I am making rapid progress in writing essays. My teacher and mom once told me that if you like something, you can learn it quickly and well. I think what they said is really right. I also learned how to do a handstand this week. I didn't know how to do handstands, but since I've been on the dance team at school, I can do them against a wall. This week was especially rewarding for me and I'm so happy. I will continue to work hard in my future study and life.
Instructor: Xu Jen
4. Write a 600-word essay on the exploits of Li BoyaThe day of July 9, 2012, is too common for us to be ordinary, but it will be a day that will be remembered for the rest of his life.
Railway Police College 2011 public security technology students Li Boya, in Hebei Province, Changli station police station summer internship activities, in the face of a speeding train, defiantly, resolutely jumped off the platform to save a light traveler, unfortunately, by the speeding train crushed legs.
I went back and forth a few times to carefully read the book "Heroes without regrets Li Boya", was y moved by his feat, very much admire his heroic behavior. From the book I learned a lot of things, Boya brother usually in the small things to develop good habits and his instant heroic feat some very close relationship. Brother Boya lived with a passionate and optimistic heart. In the eyes of his relatives, Brother Boya was a good and understanding boy, helping his father to manage the small clinic and visiting his neighbor who fell; in the eyes of his teachers, he helped his teachers to take the computers to the next class, served his teachers, and used his lunch break to complete the electronic homework assigned by his teachers; in the eyes of his classmates, Brother Boya took the initiative to take up the class position, actively served his class, and In the eyes of his classmates, Mr. Boya takes the initiative to serve in the class, actively serves the class, and helps his classmates to solve their difficulties in time. Mr. Boya studied hard to learn scientific and cultural knowledge, and was always strict with himself as a reserve police officer. He has experienced things that no one else has experienced before, which is a kind of growth and enjoyment for him.
Little by little, the little things have become the good habits of Brother Boya. Perhaps we feel that these are small things, not worth mentioning. It is these small things that we call not worth mentioning that make Brother Boya develop good habits, improve the state of mind, more experience, but also more a fortune, which is called growing up. On weekdays, the inconspicuous little things are trying to do the best, brought together that is the spiritual realm, that is the root of the hero Li Boya and connotation.
A lot of people think that Boa's brother jumped off the platform to save the heroic scene is the hero, in fact, I do not think so. Because I believe that heroes are not made in an instant, and heroic feats are never accidental. It is the quantitative change of the accumulation of the day to have the qualitative change of the scene.
Sometimes I also think, I am now a police cadet, if it was me, I will have so much courage? Can jump off the platform at that moment without hesitation? I am not lying when I say that I would have hesitated at that moment. Likewise, I believe there are more people who would have hesitated at that moment. But why was Li Boya able to do such a fearless feat without hesitation at that moment? Because heroes are not created instantly, it is the accumulation of little by little, only the accumulation of quantity can lead to qualitative leap. Li Boya jumped off the platform that scene of the feat is only the hero's form of expression, is the embodiment of the essence of Li Boya.
The drip penetrates the stone not a day's work, the details determine success or failure. Habit lies in the little things, habit becomes nature. We as a police cadet, habits, details are certainly important to us. Now do not have to talk about how great things, every day in the dormitory to organize good housekeeping, active exercise, on time to class, strict compliance with school rules and regulations, these are small things, but how many people really do it? I am trying to actively do, the same hope that the younger brothers and sisters you heart to do. The little things in life to do with a clear conscience, then the spiritual realm and moral and ethical cultivation must be improved, only continuous accumulation, continuous progress, continuous experience, in order to improve the overall quality of individuals. The road of heroes, although long and arduous, but I always strive to move forward.
Li Boya's heroic behavior practiced "loyal and reliable, impartial law enforcement, courageous, disciplined, selfless dedication" of the new era of the spirit of the people's police, focusing on the embodiment of loyalty to the party, loyalty to the motherland, loyalty to the people, loyalty to the law of the political nature of the interpretation of the "people's police for the people," the noble qualities of the people's police, is the example of our side, exemplary, and worthy of eternal learning.
The example of the side, the power to move forward. We iron police people to Li Boya brother as an example, study hard theoretical knowledge, constantly improve the police professional skills and political awareness, in the study and practice to hone the quality of will, cultivate the team spirit, and grow up as soon as possible for the qualified **** and the country reserve police officers, for the public security cause to contribute to the power.
5. Give an essay on happy New Year's EveIn the past, as soon as I mentioned New Year's Eve, I was so excited. The reason is that you can eat rice cakes, make dumplings, and watch the Spring Festival Gala on CCTV on New Year's Eve.
The most exciting part of the New Year is the firecrackers and fireworks, which are a great way to get the most out of the New Year! The deafening "bang" sound and colorful "meteor shower", as if to report to people: "New Year's Day! The new year's Eve is coming!
On New Year's Eve, my mom and dad and I went to my grandmother's house for New Year's Eve dinner.
At the beginning of the meal, I hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls, and then pulled my father to run outside to set off firecrackers.
Ignition, flash, cover your ears. Only to hear a sharp "hiss". Then "bang" a sound, fireworks in the night drew a silver arc after the explosion, bursting out a beam of dazzling sparks. "Boom", "Ba" is the explosion of the two kicks ...... I was happy and jumping, I do not know when, Grandma also came out, I pulled Grandma's hand, even to her congratulations on the new hippie, I wish her a new year, happy and good luck! Her new year, joy on joy, grandma happy eyes are squinted together, straight smile.
A string of fireworks rose up in the air, such as flowers bloomed. 23:30, burning firecrackers to the ***, as if the city's people are put, the sky is as bright as day. Neighborhood children are also attracted by the number of divisions. They are all happy, ignoring the adults' worry and scolding, holding up small lanterns, like fish in the sea of people drilling around. There was a lot of noise. As if at a joke, the firecracker suddenly exploded above my head when I wasn't looking. I just looked up, it scurried to my feet, causing me to duck and dodge, shouting and screaming....... At that time, the mood ah, don't mention how happy. It's been a long time since I've had fireworks. Hey, the feeling of fireworks is awesome!
This day is the most enjoyable day of my vacation, and also the day I look forward to the early day!
The stream is a fine stream, watering the parched earth, showing its own value.
The crows are tempted to forget their own nature, blindly imitating the eagle, not thinking from their own conditions, so, the future and the life of the dead. In life, we should realize that "the previous lesson, the teacher of the next generation" this philosophy, from the self, to do a good job, do a good job for their own things.
"The Yangtze River is passing by, and the waves have eliminated the heroes." How many people are sensible to treat their own life path several choices, you see that Tao Qian, picking chrysanthemums, leisurely South Mountain, his "heart is not for the form of servitude," knowing that he is not the material of the official, it is sensible to let him get their own achievements in literature, no flattery, will not be deceived by hooks, he made a spiritual He made a spiritual choice. Lu Xun threw his pen into the military, Tan Sitong generous, in order to life value, they paid, will be remembered for future generations.
Do yourself a favor, do not deliberately imitate others, perhaps you are ordinary, but ordinary can also create miracles, the same can be admired by the world, you do not hear that the young arms to carry the burden of life Hong Zhaohui, is the power of the struggle so that he recognizes his own position and perseverance to forge ahead; you do not see the 21 deaf and mute with the truth to interpret a scene full of love. As a son of poverty, Hong Zhaohui knows that self-reliance is the only way out of the situation, he does not follow the example of others, relying on social assistance and other people's relief; as a dancer, deaf and mute people with their arms waving the human nature of the high and pure. Deafness is a physical defect, but tenacious will and deep love led them to do what they can do.
In our lives, how many "stars", "idol" hold the hearts of young people, looking for shortcuts to success attracted how many people's eyeballs, but at this time we should know, suitable for their own, is the best, and do a good job to suit their own! The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at my own personalized hobbies and create my own sky.
Doing what you can do is a mature performance. There is no white clouds, you can have the thickness of the land; there is no sea of the magnificent, you can have the handsome spring, because you are rooted in the depths of the land, your source is a living water. Social harmony requires the cooperation of countless hands, if each of us can do their own thing, then the eagle flying high in the sky, the dragon playing in the abyss, each showing the ultimate life, can be said to be "all kinds of frost competing for freedom".
7. writing essay 1000000000 wordsPlease take my question Home is the furnace in winter, home is the hope of spring; home is the warm embrace, home is the most beautiful paradise.
--Title On the way home, the wall full of creepers into the eyes, a green and green, in the hot summer, so that people feel a little cool. I rode my bike just stopped in front of my unit's hallway, abruptly, a lightweight and fast figure swept past my head, I was startled, looked up, is a swallow flew into the hallway; I followed the direction of the swallow flew away, saw in the first floor of the hallway wall, do not know when to build a small bird's nest, a small bamboo basket in general, very detailed.
I looked carefully at the nest, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest, with two pieces of red in the black feathers and pearl-like eyes, the little swallow still sipping its beak, and there was a big swallow next to it, which must be the mother of the swallows, who was feeding the little swallows mouth-to-mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the father of the little swallow, who put the food he just carried from the outside beside the mother swallow. I immediately felt a warm current, a kind of cozy feeling rose.
This is home! The home, really good! The warmth of the home really makes people fall in love! I was afraid to disturb them, tiptoe, gently up the stairs. Every day after that, we can see this scene: the big swallow's mouth with the foraged food, flying in and out, murmuring, screaming, adding to our building vitality and love.
Whenever the night falls, and the cold wind blows, three swallows in a small nest, snuggling together, sometimes hugging a ball, chirping and talking about bird language, passing the heart of the fragrance of the flowers, very cozy and quiet look. Home is a warm embrace, home is a beautiful paradise! Home, so good! The warmth of home is so intoxicating!
The swallow's home became a member of our entire dormitory building, the swallow's home and our human family, and harmony **** place, reflecting each other. May all the homes of swallows be cozy, may all the homes of humans be cozy, and may all the homes of the world be cozy.
As I get older, there is a generation gap between me and my parents. I seldom communicate with them, probably because my parents are too concerned about me, they often look at my personal privacy, I have been angry a few times, but never in front of them.
One day back home, into the room, habitually opened the drawer, found the drawer has been turned over, although the rows are very neat, but still I found some of the "beads of horse traces", my diary, I hesitated to think for a long time, only to conclude that it is the mother and father. The more I think the more angry, a brain rushed to the living room, sitting on the sofa in anger, and did not play to the TV watching mom and dad to find call, just full of anger, dare not say.
The stalemate continued, mom finally opened his mouth: "How to send such a big temper?" "Fake good guy, knowingly!" My heart secretly cursed, but did not squeak. "Your mom is talking to you! You did not hear ah."
Dad saw that I did not respond to mom's words to me yelled and asked. "What's the matter, is it so hard that I don't even have the right not to speak?" I can no longer bear to go down, deliberately said such a sentence to provoke them, said after I feel relieved.
"You child, how do you speak to your parents like this, not respecting them at all!" "And have you ever respected me?" I spoke to them in a roundabout way." "No matter what, we are doing this for your own good."
Mom had a calm and slightly justified said. "For my good, is reading my diary for my good? You have no consent from me? Have you considered my feelings."
I said as I fought back tears. "Whatever we do is right for your good anyway."
Looking at my mom and dad still that justified, I could no longer listen to it, ran into my room, threw the door closed, lying on the bed and cried, the tears can no longer restrain the flow down. Why would they disrespect me like this? Is this love for me? Looking at the family photo hanging on the wall, looking at the parents that kind look, I don't believe it, they really are the old mom and dad? Mom and Dad, please give me a piece of their own blue sky, let me fly free, so that I really have a free growth ladder, really belong to their own ...... "always unique, irreplaceable things: this is the memory of childhood."
Yeah, Duggal is right. Whenever I think back to a silly thing I did as a child, I can't help but smile.
This childish thing started in the summer when I was six years old. At that time, mosquitoes are very much, even pointing mosquito coils to sleep will be mosquito bites.
I couldn't stand it, and I was determined to come up with a good plan to get rid of mosquitoes. I finally came up with a "brilliant idea": mosquitoes do not rely on blood to survive? Then it is very sensitive to the color red! According to this reasoning, then as long as the red color tonight to lure away mosquitoes, you can have a good night's sleep! I laughed at the thought.
Grandma saw me laughing, and asked me why I was laughing so happily. I told her the "plan" in all seriousness.
When she heard it, she laughed too. As she was about to tell me something, I interjected, "In order to accomplish this important mission, please give me a red watercolor pencil."
Grandma, perhaps seeing how persistent I was, dismissed the idea of telling me the truth, smiled and gave me a red watercolor pencil. I picked up the watercolor pen and painted red all over the wooden stairs, cabinets, and walls of the utility room.
It wasn't long before I was done. Tonight, I can finally sleep well! I was so happy to think of it.
The next morning, I woke up in a daze and scratched my itch out of habit. Immediately a thought flashed through my mind - last night was mosquito bites again.
When I got up, I was so angry that I cried and asked my grandmother, "Why doesn't my method work, why?" Grandma stroked my head and told me: "Silly child, mosquitoes rely on smell to know where there is blood sucking, see red and what reaction? Besides, it's dark at night, the mosquitoes can't see it." I thought about it, I think it makes sense, so I stopped crying.
Looking at the walls, wooden stairs, wooden cabinets on the red watercolor, I was dumbfounded, as if this place has just been the "Nanking Massacre" like.
I looked at the walls, the wooden stairs, the red watercolors on the wooden cabinets.
8. who help me write a composition, called meaningful things, to have insightsSpring Festival Memories
shopping boom
Almost New Year's Eve, everyone walks down the street, busy with New Year's goods.
The streets are full of goods, shoppers are more and more, you see, some ladies are in the store to buy "New Year's Eve dress", surrounded by a group of cute "little angel", smiling and clamoring to buy new clothes, new toys. These mothers were noisy, had to put down the hands of the good clothes, first with "babies" a burst of shopping, and then come for their own additions.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." There was a sudden apology. What happened? It turned out that an uncle had just come out from buying fish and accidentally soiled the clothes of a few little girls who were buying New Year's paintings. "It's okay!" The little girl smiled and walked into another store with the New Year's paintings she had just chosen. The older man also walked away with a smile on his face.
"Hahahaha ......" came another burst of laughter from over there ......
New Year's Eve
" Snort, snort, snort - " a few sounds, the sky bloomed a few flowers, colorful, it turned out to be a few children in the fireworks. And a few crisp bursts of sound, the dark sky suddenly became a bright, the original ink general black ridge, this time as bright as the colorful lights shining clearly visible, the distant mountains are also vaguely discernible. With the flowers in full bloom, there was a burst of surprise cheers. On the banks of the creek, a smiling face looking up at the sky appeared from time to time. The beauty of the sky is fleeting, but the surprise on the ground is spreading.
The family gathered around the big round table, ate a hot reunion dinner, watched the wonderful Spring Festival gala, waiting for the arrival of the New Year.
Visiting Friends and Relatives
"Congratulations to Fat Choy!" A burst of greetings into the ears, it turned out to be the road to visit friends and relatives of acquaintances to greet each other. And partners are running east and west, "with you to pay tribute to the New Year!" The hands of the banknotes also more up, and even hands will earn a large handful of cigarettes. And this is mostly for their own dad, sometimes will try to smoke a little, but a few coughs had to throw it away. The little girls are talking together in a whisper, biting their lips. Adults talk about family life together, the elderly in the company of their children watching TV programs, wonderful programs from time to time to cause the elderly to laugh heartily. Over the New Year, joyful, family reunion, everyone is full of spring, everyone is mouth corner flow oil ......
Happy Spring Festival
Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, I'm very happy, I think I can eat delicious meals, fragrant snacks, but also get a lot of New Year's Eve money, the more I think of it, the more happy I am, the night I was excited! I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink that night, and all I could think about was meals, snacks, money, and beautiful new clothes and cute toys. ......
On the morning of the Spring Festival, I was the first one to jump out of bed, shaking my spirits and moving my muscles, and then I went to call my mom and dad happily, and my dad, who saw me get up so early, was not willing to be left behind, and I was so happy that I was able to get up so early. Turn over from the bed and climbed up, mom and sister also got up one after another, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and all he wanted to do was to have a good meal! When I thought of eating, I was very energetic, and I was busy suggesting to my parents to do this and that. Mom was the chef of our house, so she was the judge to decide what to do, and she said, "I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, so let's make some dumplings and eat them." We all couldn't agree more.
After deciding what to make, we divided up the work. Dad made the meat filling, mom kneaded the dough, and my sister and I boiled the water. We worked very hard, less than half an hour, the meat filling is ready, the dumplings are ready, and the water is about to boil. Mom then skillfully wrapped up the dumplings, my sister and I also learned to wrap up, I managed to wrap up three, I was exhausted, but it is really difficult to learn! Mom said: "I was born to do ah, do not eat a little hard, try to learn, how can I learn well?" I was a little ashamed, so I learned my lesson, re-sailed, seriously wrapped up, this time doing a little faster. This makes me understand a truth: learning anything should be hard work.
After about 20 minutes or so, the kneaded noodles had all been made into dumplings, and the water that my sister and I had boiled had turned over in the pot. Mom then put the dumplings into the pot and cooked them. Mom added some spices to make the dumplings even more delicious. After about ten minutes, she scooped up the dumplings, divided them into four bowls, and put some soup in each bowl. My mom had just finished the soup, so I grabbed a bowl and ate it with gusto! I ate it so fast that my tongue was *** spicy.
We were all so full of oil that we went off to watch the TV program.
Ah, what a happy Spring Festival!
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9. Please help me find an essay about a meaningful thing The title of your own, the word count is about 450 wordsIn the morning of February 3, 2007, I took part in the city's "big hand pull small hand" public service activities. This activity is carried out in the square, the initiative of all citizens to act together, let our homes clean up. The children, led by their parents, raised their brooms and rolled up their sleeves, not like a sweeping gesture, but like a preparation for a fight. But think of it as a big battle, a big battle between brooms and garbage, between people and bad habits. The situation reminds me of the TV series "Bright Sword" in Li Yunlong with the gang of soldiers who are not afraid of death, in that case, I also painfully fight a battle. I two feet wind, quickly occupy a garbage point, began to dance his "machine gun", "bla bla bla" shot after shot to "enemy" blast out. In less than two minutes, the "enemy" will be completely wiped out, "garbage" to "building" empty. I smiled proudly and quickly attacked the next "enemy division". Other people are also "fighting to kill the enemy", the adults are the most powerful, they use "grenades" - with their hands to pick up, invincible, none of the garbage escaped the palm of their hands. Children "guns and bombs" can not attack, adults a shot immediately OK, in the concerted efforts of the attack, "enemy forces" a no one left, all were wiped out by us!
Looking at the clean lawn, we feel incredibly proud.