High School Full Score Essay on Describing the Epidemic 1
A grain of ash from the times is a mountain when it falls on an individual. --Fang Fang In the face of the raging epidemic of New Crown Pneumonia, many people are afraid to avoid it. But there are always others who walk against the wind. Those 7,000 or so workers who risked their personal safety to build the Vulcan Mountain Hospital were such people. One of them impressed me very much: he was specifically for the construction of the hospital and came to Wuhan's Henan brother, heard the reporter say, "hard work!" He was so clumsy that he could not speak and said two times in a row, "I should, I should". Is this really what it should be? I think there is no such thing as "should", just that in the face of danger, some people are still kind and enthusiastic! In the face of right and wrong, these ordinary people are no longer ordinary. There are no heroes who fall from the sky, only mortals who step forward. Where is the infrastructure demon? But a group of tough retrograde 10 days of sleepless persistence! There is no such thing in this world as a quiet time, just someone who carries the weight for you. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Since ancient times we have had people who work hard, people who work hard, people who ask for the people's lives, people who sacrifice their lives to seek the law. This is the backbone of China." It is because of these people that China stands. The vast majority of them were ordinary people who supported their families by selling their labor. Perhaps, in normal times, they still have all kinds of ordinary people's little faults - mercenary, calculating. But when the motherland needs, they can step forward. What is craftsmanship? Craftsmanship is in the repetition of the years, to afford every inch of time. At the same time, Han Hong is also a name that touches my heart. She would have been a singer, she would have been clothed and fed, she would have been unworldly. "Those of us who have a bit of money, a bit of appeal, a bit of fame, that's what we're supposed to do. There's nothing to show off and no need for people to praise me." It is this simple idea, she once again rushed to the front line of the epidemic, personally for Wuhan to make a contribution. In the face of catastrophes, celebrity rescue donations have been commonplace, however, like Ms. Han Hong, can be ten years as one day, will be charitable as their lifelong career, but very few. Romero once said: "There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, after recognizing the truth of life still love life." Han Hong is now 48 years old and has dedicated most of her life to charity. In her opinion, charity is the most important thing one should do in one's heart, and all one has to do is to stick to one's heart and not change one's original intention. And in my opinion, charity is a person's inner rare positive energy, is alone to move forward the faith, is broken after the courage to start again. The epidemic will eventually pass, love can be worth the long years! May each of us live out the spirit of the retrograde, and may the me of tomorrow, the chest has a hill and dale, and the horse vibrate the mountains and rivers! High School Full Score Essay on Describing an Epidemic 2 The four corners of the light are projected on the walls, cozying up the narrow but not crowded room. Into the door on the left is a multi-functional bookshelf, the right opposite a small closet; and then forward is a body of snow-white fan, fan blade side of the accumulation of dust attached to remind the visitor is now winter; and its front stands a suitcase, full of loaded quilts; across the desk is full of books, messy but desperately want to show traces of order --- It is not difficult to see a student in the time to return to school but for some reason at home to study, wrapped around the headset and bracket shows the unique 2020 "online class". This year's spring didn't start well, and the virus "invited" everyone home. The story of 2020 has come true, but it makes life seem a little unreal. The sound of dishes clashing with the water in the kitchen is the same as that of my father, who has been making midnight snacks for the past few days. Now he was going out - to keep the town safe, he had to man the checkpoints set up along the highway to prevent the virus from invading his hometown, where he had lived for years. Every night he started at twelve and watched nonstop until eight o'clock in the morning, when the sun rose before he returned home and retreated into a weary sleep. Tonight he did the same. Leaving a bowl of bland and cozy thin meat porridge, put on the thick clothes his wife prepared for him, put on a mask and went to the firm post. Speaking of the father, he has always been in the front line of the anti-typhoon disaster relief. Every time a typhoon is approaching, he is also so hasty to leave, instructed his mother to close the doors and windows. Just can't remember before there is no immediate skinny congee, but remember one year, "Sangmei" typhoon, my father went to fight the typhoon, the door of the rooftop of the home was broken open by the wind, home only grandfather risked going up to the door blocked due to the wind is too big and almost closed, then my father went to fight the typhoon, I was at home crying, my mother hugged me and hid in the bathroom, waiting for the typhoon to pass. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car. We had been in the house for many days. The virus didn't give us a chance to go out, but my father was running around every day, and he didn't dare come back to have more contact with us for fear of contagion. I think, this catastrophe, we do not want to add to the chaos, feel at ease to stay at home, waiting for the virus to pass, we will go out again. It's been a long time, and we're at the bottom of the inventory at home, and we can't order takeout, so it's really frustrating and difficult. Today, my father specially made a pot of skinny pork porridge with skin and eggs, just like every late night snack my father had prepared for me as a young child in the past, steaming hot and bubbling. When he woke up at noon, he had mentioned that he wanted to wear a big jacket, thinking that not only the vehicles coming and going but also the cold winds from far away were whistling by in the cold winter night. Now my father has eaten the skinny congee that belongs to him and his family cozy, just like before the young me ate a full night snack, touching the stomach to spit out a mouthful of hot breath, no longer afraid of the cold outside. The night was even later. My mother gets up and goes to turn off the light, and I sit at the end of the bed, the light of the computer reflected in my eyes. I am trying to write an essay for those who also stay at home, and those who are on the front line, to thank them for their efforts. The year 2020 under the pen of a child, a brand new time full of technological fantasies, wakes up like a dream in the childish reflections of many children, and after getting up and moving around the strength gradually returns to the body, and everything seems to be a brand new look. I hope that you see this article, you will have their own thinking as well as action, in front of a bowl of cozy skinny pork porridge. About describing the epidemic of high school full marks essay 3 Overnight, the wind was blowing and the epidemic escalated. The new coronavirus pneumonia is raging in the city of Wuhan. However, there are still some young people in the city of Wuhan who do not lack faith and are full of hopes and dreams. --Title The light of day. A junior high school student, her father is a farmer, may not be able to provide academic help, but gave her the most precious thing in the world - father's love. That unfailing love is precisely the motivation for this junior high school student to move forward. Under the dim light, the father and daughter who keep each other, the silent father's love, and the quietly sprouting dream ...... Dabbing on the net to fulfill the dream. A high school teenager, there is no WiFi installed at home, but every day insist on getting up at 5:30, morning reading and studying. At eight o'clock in the morning, punctually move a small stool, on the roof of the home platform to rub the neighbor's network learning. A strong teenager is a strong country, so what about a virus-isolated campus? What about a virus-isolated campus? It can't isolate a teenager's ambition. What if the network isolates the classroom? The first thing you need to do is to get the best of what you have to offer, and you can do it with the best of what you have to offer. When some of the children of the city people at home in the constant temperature spacious heated room to enjoy the ubiquitous network. While complaining about the great inconvenience caused by the epidemic can not study normally, while pretending to sit in front of the computer, doing some waste of youthful years of vulgarity of the play. I advise you not to cherish the golden clothes, and I advise you to cherish the youthful time. Time is fair, effort is also fair, we can not like the score supremacy of the college entrance examination system, but we can not deny that the college entrance examination is the best way for ordinary people to succeed in the reverse, but also the most fair across the opportunity to enter a different life. If you don't work hard, you will be sad in your old age. Don't let your future self hate you. Don't regret it when your head is full of silver hair. Often times we fight with others is not their own upper limit - natural intelligence, but their own lower limit - the degree of effort. Even in the face of misfortune, we must strive to realize the minimum value of misfortune. Only by working hard and constantly striving can we overcome the difficulties and obstacles in front of us. There are no shortcuts in life, all we have to do is to root our feet and keep exploring the road to success. Dreams are often the fastest way to success. Many people lament that life is too bitter, the dream is too far away, early to give up. However, there is such a group of people, they fight with fate, and the reality of the confrontation, they firmly believe that after the efforts of the best beer, after the efforts of their most unique, after the efforts of the most precious life."Moss flowers are as small as rice, but also like peonies," the human life is like a long lens, each flower has a final open time. Let's chase our dreams together and dream of online classes!
On the description of the epidemic of high school full marks essay 4 My eyes were attracted by the morning of the east a red bright, I smelled the newborn earthy air, but also heard the shallow fish leaping waves. Ah so a new day has come! -Title Today is a sunny day, the sun shines on the wings of every bird, even the early rise of the inconspicuous pigeons have been transformed at this moment into a tuan shaking up the roc. This is probably the first time in their lives that they have wandered into a deserted market and become the protagonists of the city. I stood in front of the window, I hold the piety and simplicity of watching, staring, looking, looking for. What am I looking for? It's the unchanging skyscrapers outside the window? Or is it the endless stream of pedestrians? It is not clear. I have long since heard the sound of firecrackers, I see everyone closed doors, I saw the traditional red faded into a fuzzy gray, I enjoyed a period of the Spring Festival Gala without an audience. I saw a lot of young people in their prime grow up overnight, and the breakup of many families and the fall of life. ...... In just two months, what happened to the world? How many days and nights are hidden behind it? I closed my eyes and thought and thought. It was as if I heard a rumble, a rumble, a rush of steps, and when I opened my eyes, there were people outside the window, so many people. It was as if they were intentionally, mercilessly trampling the fallen leaves on the ground until they were crushed into dust. How I wanted to reach out and protect the last of the tender green. But they were getting madder and madder, pulling out their axes and uprooting tree trunks. So they set the forest on fire, letting a cloud of smoke render the colorless night. Let a piece of firelight to illuminate the barren field. They seem to be having fun, singing and dancing like a bonfire. Catch the birds in the trees, skinning and eating meat, a burst of panic howling, making this night even more lively! Slowly a decline outside the window. I tried to escape, fixing my eyes in the distance, but I saw the hegemony, bossy, arrogant and powerful people tearing a weak trunk! I saw the greed, the powdered man with the desire to fill the heart staged in the bag of gold mountain good, where no inch of grass! I saw brutality, I saw love and hate, I saw good and evil wrestling, where philosophers were swept away by troubles, and many a disillusioned person bowed his head and muttered to himself. To my amazement, I saw me! Yes, it was me! To my surprise, I had a numb smile on my face, and I went along with the flow, desecrating nature and aiding and abetting it! Conquest and aggression had awakened my primitive animal nature. I can't believe it's me! How could I possibly destroy nature? How could I possibly harm life? I retreated to the window sill in a cold sweat, was it really me next to the arsonist?My hands are not white, my heart is not flawless, and they should be too. No, everyone is!
Who says I'm not guilty? We used to be in awe of nature's gifts, but now we have ignored the rules because of our inflated desires, and have directed our own tragedies that have left deep scars on the world. Who says I am right? I also have the idea that profit is the most important thing, I would even fight over a piece of bread, every arrogance and capriciousness of mine is accumulating indignation for nature! As Fiorfa said, "A crime committed out of desire is more reprehensible than a crime committed out of pain"! I believe that at this moment I changed, because tears make us pure; closed doors, so that we look up to the stars. I went back to the window again, I saw people emitting light and heat, that is the hope of life, I saw a Chinese backbone, they are for the people. I see people's good deeds, radiating light ...... The sky is still blue, the earth is still yellow. It turned out to be people reinterpretation of spring flowers! This time I really woke up. On the description of the epidemic of high school full marks essay 5 Time is like a train, we are all travelers. This train, traveling on the track to the future. Perhaps it is purposely left to mankind twelve years of time, reflecting on their own faults, to avoid natural and man-made disasters. Unfortunately, all the way to the travelers will change, but there are always sleeping people do not want to consciously get off, tired of all mankind into the scourge. Do you remember? The last twelve years, is destined to go down in history in 2008. The South continued massive snowstorms, Sanlu milk powder major safety accidents, Urumqi mega-fire, Wenchuan earthquake ...... At that time, we were still young, ignorantly snuggled in the arms of our parents, and we were too well protected - so we didn't even know what our motherland had gone through and become bruised and battered, and we didn't know how many heroes were running on the road, and we didn't know how many children of a similar age were thousands of miles away, never to see the sun of tomorrow again. I don't know how many children of a similar age to us are thousands of miles away who will never see the sun tomorrow. They vaguely heard the crowd at the Olympic Games, saw the excitement of the moment the Shenzhou VII ignition; but could not feel the Chinese people experienced too many difficulties and setbacks at that time, how ragged to build nuclear rockets and space stations, how to pinch the hands of clay to break the world record, won a full of gold medals. Now, twelve years later, we have grown up. The national tragedy is now, after zero has also arrived at the front line of the anti-epidemic - this time, we know that the motherland mother will be able to survive the difficult times, the day of spring will not be far away, we know that the retrograde from all directions to the same direction, we know that the protection of the family and their own is the greatest help to society, we are We also know that protecting our families and ourselves is the greatest help to society, and we offer our love as much as we can. The winner of the Moving China 2008 Special Award is - the Chinese. The winner of the Moving China 2008 Special Award is - the Chinese. Up to this point, the new coronavirus - 77,269 confirmed cases, 3,434 suspected cases, 24,948 cured cases, 2,596 deaths. Behind these cold numbers are living people. Because of these numbers, how many families were forced into isolation and unable to reunite on New Year's Eve? Because of these numbers, how many health care workers put life and death at risk and stayed rooted in hospitals night and day? Because of these numbers, how many ordinary people have grayed their hair and cried dry tears? How I wish that our motherland would prosper from now on. But if, after twelve years, mankind is again confronted with an unforeseen catastrophe, then the Chinese people should not blame God for the disaster. Then please the Chinese people, do not complain, take out the spirit of the Chinese people, hold your head up, to win our will to win and tomorrow. Because I believe that twelve years later, there will be a second "Zhong Nanshan", the second "Liu Fang", "Long Qiaoling", and even more will emerge millions of "The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in the back of my head. I thought, people are not to live for greatness, but because of the greatness of living. But there are so many people, not willing to live meticulously, and will be limited life into unlimited service to the people. They physically tell the world that this is the national spirit. Here, I do not know how to sing their praises with ink alone, because they are the mainstay of the tide of history ah, years and years of sand and waves, can not be erased is that they are in the hearts of the people like gold glittering name. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl. There is no suffering that can overwhelm the heroic sons and daughters of China. Please remember that each of us was once a hero. Recommended reading: