In daily life or work and study, everyone has tried to write essays, right? Writing essays is an important means of cultivating people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays, the following is my help to organize her first year essay, welcome to read, I hope you can enjoy.
Her first year essay 1I am a cold hearted person, on the surface seems to be very enthusiastic and warm people, but the real me and how many people know, how cold my heart is. I thought I would be like this for the rest of my life, cold and indifferent to finish my life, until I met her ......
She is a very warm-hearted person is also very patient, I have forgotten the scene of the first time we met each other, it seems to be just flat without much interaction, but I did not expect that she has been to me inadvertently said a sentence But I didn't realize that she had always put a word I said unintentionally in her heart. Our intersection still stems from the work, she helped me find a job, but also teach me all the content of the work, because of this we have a **** the same language, every day together to talk, every time and she together to talk about the mood will slowly calm. We have a lot of **** the same point, we tolerate each other to understand each other, whenever one of us meet what unhappy things, or difficult things will be discussed together, to solve.
With the passage of time, feelings deepened, we became best friends, she became the most important person in my heart, like an idol. Together we helped those in need, and there was sadness involved.
A group of people, she and I think she wholeheartedly good to her, what all consider her feelings, even if he and our other friends quarrel, that time I am hard to bear when, only she has been to help that person to speak, soothe them, stand in the perspective of the person think. But in the end that person lacked misunderstood her, accused her, and even hurt her badly, when I watched her in pain, my heart ached, but I knew I couldn't go and help her get justice, it would only make her look bad. But in the end she still forgave that person, and if that person is willing to come back she is still willing to pretend it didn't happen.
She is such a tolerant, cheerful and kind person, and with her I also began to become tolerant and cheerful. The first thing you need to do is to get together with your friends and family, and then you'll be able to get along with them.
She first year essay 2Night.
Deep, and lonely.
Today, is her birthday. Her mom and dad, her classmates, and her friends all came to her house to celebrate her birthday, and held a small birthday party for her.She was so happy that she almost jumped up.
Her classmates covered her eyes with their hands. She only felt darkness and silence before her eyes. Suddenly, her classmate opened her hand, and in a flash, the room turned from darkness to light - the lights came on. The bright light stung her eyes. She couldn't believe what was in front of her: the huge tiered lemon cake, the elaborately decorated living room, all of it seemed so empty, dreamy, fleeting. It was like a bubble blown with soap, full of dreamy colors, but so fragile that it crumbled at the touch of a button.
She froze there.
After a while, with her mother's encouragement, she closed her eyes, clasped her fingers together, and softly and reverently said her wish, a wish just for her own ears. Then, blew out the candle. She dipped her fingers into the cream, put her hand in her mouth, and carefully licked the cream. Only to feel that the sweet cream in her mouth suddenly became bitter and bitter.
She opened her eyes.
In front of her eyes is a piece of emptiness, the air is filled with the flavor of loneliness. Outside the window, I don't know when it has snowed. She saw, outside the window of the pieces of snowflakes, chasing each other, playing, and then melted into one, presenting a mirage of excellent beauty. The north wind whistled as if it was a call from hell, a call from Satan.
She got up and knelt on the bed. Just like in the dream when making a wish, devoutly, made a wish that was only spoken to herself.
Outside the window, there was still a flurry of snowflakes, and the north wind was howling.
The world is quiet, only to see her soul dancing alone.
She is an orphan from an orphanage. Today is her birthday. No one remembers her birthday except herself.
Her First Year Essay 3There are many things that I have done in my memory, but if you ask me which one was the most exciting and left the deepest impression, it was when my dad taught me how to ride a bike.
Why does the thing that my dad taught me to ride a bicycle make me feel very exciting? Because this time I finally learned to ride a bike through my dad's guidance.
That day I went to Dafushan with my father and mother, ready to ride a bicycle tour of Dafushan, listening to my mother said: there is an open space, and there is also a rent a bike store, we can rent a bike to ride.
So at 7:00 a.m., my dad, mom and I drove to Dafushan, and it took us two hours to get to Dafushan, but it turned out to be really crowded, and there were a lot of stores renting bicycles.
We parked the car, rented a bike, and started practicing riding!
Finding a vacant lot, my dad held the bike in his hands, first let me step on the bike, let my feet on both sides of the pedals, both hands over the handlebars of the bike, eyes looking forward, and then began to pedal the bike, in my legs turned hard, the bike began to run forward, I was very happy.
The car was supported by my father, I rode in front, and my father ran behind me, and while running, he said to me, "Sit up straight, don't be crooked, keep your eyes straight ahead, and pedal hard ......"
" Punt" sound, I fell on the ground, it turned out that there is a stone in front of me, I did not go around, the wheel a crooked, I fell on the ground. My dad laughed and asked me, "Do you still want to ride?"
I said loudly, "Yes, I do." So I got back on the bike and started to start this thrilling journey under the guidance of my dad.
I don't know how many times I planted my head, how many times I fell off the bike, and how many times I ended up bruised! The skin is broken! This is the price of learning to ride a bike!
After practicing, I mustered up the courage to play out the essentials of cycling that my father had taught me, and I finally learned to ride a bicycle, so I could ride it easily by myself.
By learning to ride a bike, I realized the truth: there is nothing difficult in the world, only fear of the person who has the heart!
She first-year essay 4Some people say, "God is fair, he gives people life." Others say, "God is unfair, because of him, human beings will also be born, old, sick and dead." People are perfectly capable of cherishing the only time they have with their own attitude and facing life with a smile, which, I think, is the perseverance of positive energy.
She, a grandmother over seventy years old, but just when she was so old a bad news came, she had terminal cancer.
But she didn't spend every day as sad as others. Even though she struggled with the disease, she didn't show any expression of pain, but just a plain old `smile'. She played chess every day with those old friends of hers under the big tree and danced in the square, and her old friends were curious: "She has cancer, why is she still so happy?" But these old friends were too embarrassed to ask, and chatted with her happily every day. In this way, she went home happily and came out happily every day, and her old friends waited for her every day under the big tree where she often played chess. With the passage of time, in their memories, she smiled far more than sadness, and in their eyes, she was a grandmother with no worries and no troubles, lively and cheerful, optimistic, and no one seemed to remember that she suffered from an incurable disease.
Just when everyone had forgotten that she had a disease, her illness was more serious, so serious that her life was in danger, all the people showed her sad, sad eyes, but she smiled again, that smile so shocking, so peaceful and happy, that is, accompanied by that smile, she quietly left this world.
God may be unfair to her, but she used God to give her time to do a lot of full and happy things, she cherished the time of the little by little, even if the disease eroded her body, she is more than the average person to live a happy and full.
I think this is positive energy, and her smile, swinging in the heart!
She First Year Essay 5She is like a wordless song that echoes in my heart and mind.
The first day of the new semester, the orange-red sunlight through the window sprinkled in, find their new seats, open the books to recite. Not long after, I vaguely felt someone bending down behind me, exchanging something with my classmates, and then another English class representative and I were called out. She was all smiles, pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "You are the English class representatives of the first class, right, I am your new English teacher.
She did her best to correct our homework every day, in the English evening study often see a figure, in the aisle between the desks to walk around, and sometimes see her annoyed look, which inevitably let some people a shock. However, in the classroom, her lectures are so vivid and interesting that the sound of laughter comes out from time to time in the English classroom.
After the bell rang, we rushed to the office to ask for homework, and the teacher was correcting homework at her desk. Just as she looked up and said the content of the homework, I saw her lips became like a fire general red, standing on the side as if you can feel a burst of burning. I slowly opened my mouth: Teacher, drink more water, you see you are on fire! She smiled and nodded, grabbed a cup and hurried to the meeting. Her day is always busy, but busy can not forget their own body ah.
At noon, I walked into my desk to get my flash drive, which should have the answers typed out by my teacher. Just as I picked up a stack of papers and turned around, ready to go, a sticky note lay quietly on the desk. Kiss: Xiaoyi, I'm too late to type out the answers, use the paper to check them! Right behind it was a smiley face. A smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, our English teacher is really cute! I helped her briefly clean up her desk and ran back to the classroom with that uncontrollable smile still on my face. She is as warm as the spring breeze in my heart, and although she is a bit strict from time to time, she is as cute as a child afterward.
She first year essay 6Memory this thing ah, very wonderful. What is it? Maybe it's a gentle look from her, a short sentence from her, her sweet smile and that long flowing skirt ......
February 12, 20xx, met her for the first time. The sweet smile and the long flowing beige dress gave a very gentle feeling.
For her memory is particularly deep, remember he seems to have a mole next to his eyes. She never wore makeup, her hair was always tied behind her head, and it was rare to see her with her hair down. She once told us that she didn't like to wear dresses, and that day was specially for us. For her, I don't know what language to use to express my feelings for her, a very unique feeling.
She was my elementary school teacher.
Instead of saying she was our teacher, she was our friend. After class, she would always play with us, chatting together, spouting off about something or someone, and telling us about our little worries. While we were playing, she would watch quietly, like a mother watching her child's every move.
She also told us about her daughter. Her daughter was still young, only five or six years old. Because they were so far apart, they could only see each other on weekends. So she would often tell us about her daughter and the things she did. Interesting, funny, and some little habits, and of course, some things that she knew so well that it was heartbreaking. She would also tell us about her career as a journalist and some funny things, and when she came across the funny ones, she would still giggle like a child with us.
The story with her may never be finished.
She only taught us for half a semester, but she left me with memories that can never be erased. These memories are like a flower that never withers, always ...... always open in the heart.
Then ah, she left this school to go to other places to teach, she had come back to see us once, still the same look, or that I first saw the look.
And then after that, I never saw her again.
Her First Year Essay 7Every time I faced a great test, she, always next to me to give me encouragement. Time and again, her young face turned a little old, and she was always by my side.
When close to the final exam the night before, I sat at the desk to review the homework, for tomorrow's test hard to fight, the book was I turned over and over again, I began to float. My mom was walking by my room when she saw me rapping my head and sighing. Slowly walked over to her and said, "Reading is about quieting the mind, and people whose minds are not quiet can't achieve great things." Mom patiently told me. My head was empty, yes! Teachers also often tell us to be quiet to study, the more to the critical moment more to be quiet. In my daze, mom has walked out of the room, I forget my mom's thin back, my eyes red. Because mom said to me, "Whether you will or not, as long as you have worked hard you are the best, I do not expect anything, as long as you study hard do not be like me now, you must be better than me in the future." I couldn't control my tears, like a faucet that can't be turned off, they stayed. Then I thought: Mom, I will not let you down.
Mom often said that a better future in our hands, I often think that there is a mother in the place is good. But I realized that I was wrong, people, always grow up can not be accompanied by their parents for life. And when we go through the process of growth, is our own growth path, whenever I face heavy bumps in the road, with me by my side is still mom, mom always inspire me to do not dare to do things, when I want to retreat, she always said, can not give up, I believe that you can do it. I believe you can do it. With my mom's conviction, I have confidence in myself! Now, in the face of difficulties I do not retreat, whether success or failure, I believe in myself, more believe in mom!
It's her, mom.
I thank her, if not for her! I would not have lost my faith!
I love her for being there for me through all the ups and downs of growing up!
I don't want to let you down, so I'm studying hard for you, and I'm studying even harder for myself!
Mom, thank you for growing up with me in these years and accompanying me all the way!
She first year essay 8
She is like a budding flower bone, waiting for the rain on the branch; it is like a delicate and beautiful flowers in the spring breeze will be their own fragrance to the far away; sometimes it is like a fading flower, wilting in the green leaves.
When she was happy her eyebrows were always arched, and her large eyes were like two full peach blossom petals; when she was in a low mood, the bright smile on her face was replaced by a far-fetched smile, and her fine, soft hair fluttered with the breeze, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were just gazing at the flat ground all the time as if she was thinking about something.
She has a white face, standard and delicate features, but she always hangs a somewhat depressed expression, no matter what time it is always look sullen, as if there is always something hovering in her mind, disturbing her thoughts.
She smiles a lot. Good looking. When you are sad, see the sunshine of its bright smile, the bad mood will go with the wind; when you and her deep eyes, you seem to be able to read her story and her thoughts, as the same, the pair of clear and bright eyes and the same smile as the spring breeze, so that I can not let go of a glance
She has a pair of slightly upturned eyes, which makes her look very spiritual. She is decisive, never procrastinates, and has her own set of principles when dealing with things, making decisions on the spot and distinguishing between right and wrong. When we meet, she is always a smiling face popping over, her footsteps are very light, landing on the ground as silent as a dragonfly, but due to the separation of classes between us and a wall, every day to chat with each other time is also reduced a lot, but this can not be a barrier between us. Compared to the time when the class was not divided, we now cherish the time we can get along together, so the relationship is also getting better and better!
It is because I met them in life, my life has added a happy and happy, and I hope to continue to move forward in the future in their company!
She first year essay 9She is our language teacher. A young and beautiful new teacher, admired and loved by the students.
Her lectures are lively and interesting, and fast-paced. The students were y attracted, yet I was a bit careless at first. After half a semester of study, my language grades were still unsatisfactory. The scene outside the window disturbed my thoughts. Suddenly, a sweet voice broke my rambling thoughts: classmate, come and answer this question. I came back to my senses and looked around in panic, countless gazes were gathered on my body. I glanced at the question in a panic and slowly whispered out an uncertain answer. Classmate, what are you talking about? The teacher turned sideways as if trying to hear the answer I was saying. I nervously wiped the sweat from my palms and repeated the answer. What? Could you speak louder? The teacher's tone was a bit stern, but it seemed to be mixed with something else. I peeked up, the teacher's eyes were full of encouragement and affirmation, and slowly guided me with words. I organized my thoughts again, gathered my courage, and said the answer out loud again. At this time, a burst of applause, I actually answered correctly. The teacher gradually smile on his face, signaling me to sit down.
After this time, I have never been in the language class, and full of love for the language, continue to work hard to learn the language. When I encounter problems, I always think of my language teacher who brings me encouragement and enthusiasm for learning. In the face of my various doubts, she always explained carefully and vividly, and my language grades became better and better. One exam, I have made great progress, to the top of the class a few good results. Teacher again showed a smile of relief, my respect and love for the teacher deeper.
Time flies, a few years together soon come to an end. We have expressed the reluctance of teachers. And I, one of the ordinary students, expressed my gratitude to the teacher while silently wiping away tears. Our teacher kindly comforted us and tearfully told us her message for the new semester. After several years together, we had become good friends with our teacher. We finally bowed to the teacher, hoping to become eternal friends.
She first year essay 10She, who can draw, sketch and understand life. She has average grades, average looks, but has an unusual character, different from the usual seriousness.
She likes to sketch, often with a sketchpad on weekends, easel, to the park to draw sketches, a sit is a few hours, she used her pencil, draw the beauty of the world.
Once, she drew a sketch of a blind grandmother who was walking carefully, and I asked her in disbelief, "How long did it take you to draw this picture?" She smiled and said, "Four hours." I froze, "Four hours? Did that blind grandmother walk for four hours?" "No, I carved her into my brain first."
The next day, I followed her to this park, only to see her take a good view and sit down, began to seriously watch the scene in front of her, her serious expression, I was in her optimistic face has never been embodied in the seriousness of that was the first time I felt, the original has always been ordinary, she is now extraordinarily attractive. The pedestrians passing by in front of me hurriedly walked by, but she drew it as it was, which is the embodiment of her ability.
"I love sketching." This is the first time she solemnly spoke to me, she has a younger brother and a younger sister, so the house will be very messy, but when I walked into her room, it was extraordinarily neat: the bookcase *** there are four layers, the first layer is a plaster model, the second layer, the third layer of books, the fourth layer of the display of school supplies with the pencils used for drawing.
I was stunned, the whole room seemed to glow, the floor was exceptionally bright, a stark contrast to the messy living room. It was obvious that she had been cleaning the room and cleaning it every day, and it seemed to me that I saw the figure that was cleaning the room carefully, with her cheeks wet with sweat.
Ordinary her, serious her, optimistic her ...... no matter which her, she is my good classmate, good friend. Finally, the mystery is revealed, she is, my good friend - Zhang Jiat!
She first year essay 11Childhood, like a long river that crashes, on which there are many small boats that ride the waves, which are recorded in my beautiful memories. Some things, I have forgotten, but there is one thing, let me carved in my heart, never forget!
Today, my mom and dad talked about my sister, which brought back a lot of memories.
When I was a child, I was a headache for people, and my mom and dad thought I was hopeless. Because I was too playful. Only my sister did not think so, she said: "play can, provided that you get the study right!" I do not listen, still I do what I want, the sister's words as a whisper, finally, something happened!
It was a sunny afternoon, I let my headache of math finished, then pulled my sister to play with me. After playing for a while, I felt no fun, so I said to my sister, "Sister, let's go out to play!" My sister said, "No, there are too many cars outside, it's easy to get into an accident!" I didn't care about my sister's discouragement, I made a face at her and ran out of the house like a gust of wind. I played with some friends outside. After a while, it was time to go home, so I told my friends, "I'm going home first." After saying that, I walked back, just then, a motorcycle rushed by, I was so scared that I didn't know what to do, I stood there frozen. Suddenly, a person rushed up and pushed me out of the way, she was hit by a car, I looked at her and fell into a coma.
When I woke up, it was the next morning. I opened my eyes, and what came into my eyes was my sister's anxious figure and my mom and dad's face full of sorrow, my sister saw me wake up and asked me with concern: "How do you feel?" I said, "Sister, I'm sorry!" Sister said: "It's okay, I just got a little hurt, mainly you, be careful in the future!" I heard this, and immediately wept!
Sister, it is you who let me know that it is not easy to be an elder; it is you who let me know that I have to study well; it is you who let me know that I have to care about others ......
Thank you, sister!
Her First Year Essay 12"Hi! Huiling, good morning!"
"Good morning! Weili! Have you finished your homework yet?"
"Not yet, I need your study committee member to lend me the book."
"You girl, you don't do your homework every day, copy me."
"Who let me be friends with you, good friends should be in bittersweet together oh!"
"You little brat, here, take it."
"Thank you! Hui Ling, you really deserve to be my good friend oh!"
The girl's name is Liu Weili, and she is also real Huiling's good friend. Her worst habit: copying Huiling's homework. She is a bit stupid in her studies, but in life, she has a very clever head. Whenever she copies her homework, she gets some questions wrong. That way the teacher won't know that she copied this homework.
Wang Huiling is a member of the study committee in her class, and she is also a golden girl. All the students in the class know that her mom and dad are very rich. There are many people envy him. But only Hui Ling herself alone know, their own life is not happy, happy. Her mom and dad were so busy that they didn't have time to have a good talk with Huiling. Only on the last Sunday of every month, Huiling could see her father and mother. It was like Huiling had forgotten what it was like to be pampered. That's why she's developed this bad habit. Liu Weili's family is not very rich. Her father is dead. Mom is a laborer. Weili's family is using the little salary of her mom to get by.
Li Tingping's family is like Huiling's, her mom and dad are busy, and just like Huiling, there is a nanny at home. She and Li Tingping, Liu Weili is in the school famous "three heroines". The whole school everyone knows these three girls, no one dares to touch them, who touched them, that person will have bad luck.
The teacher came in and said, "Today we have to change seats, so first I have to read the students who changed seats."
Huiling thought to herself, "I'd like to sit with Tingping. Weili is also good."
"Classmate Wang Huiling is sitting with classmate Pan Simei."
"Pan Simei, it's.... That rural girl! That pretty girl who rarely speaks, but I haven't spoken to her ah!"
She First Year Essay 13She's really nothing! She just likes to sing and change the lyrics. She always sings out of tune, and she changes the lyrics in a messy way and thinks she has style. She randomly took a friend's hand and sang, "Holding your hands, feeling your stupidity, really a bit breathless ......" The friend just tried to hit it and she immediately escaped, then pointed at another friend and sang, "You're just like a dumbass ......" This, of course, provoked public outrage, took a lot of punches, and picked up a lot of unidentified flying objects, but she sang and changed it anyway, ignoring the number of eyes around her that wanted to swallow her whole.
She's really nothing! She's just been watching too much Big Little Lies and learning quirky lines. Recently, after a lot of effort, she finally put together an "IOU" and threw it at the table, which reads: "There was a sincere relationship in front of me, and I didn't know how to cherish it until I lost it, and then I regretted it too late. If God can give me another chance, I will say to you: lend me money! If I have to add a qualifier before MONEY, I hope it would be - 10 dollars!" The table immediately returned: "Ah, you want to borrow money ah! Borrow money you said earlier, you borrow money I will not not lend you, not you do not want to borrow, I have to lend you, we are reasonable, right!" She listened to the whole thing word by word, and then pointed out expressionlessly, "You memorized the wrong three words!"
She is really nothing, she will just "accidentally" damage others. One day, I accompanied a foreigner to go for a walk and passed a special pool for turtles, so I threw a stone down, and the turtles all crawled away. But there were two little turtles that wouldn't crawl away, so the foreigner asked me why. The foreigner asked me why, and I said, "Because the two little turtles are listening to my story!" Said also patted the classmates still in the clouds, and then quickly ran away, leaving only a string of smug laughter.
Huh? You ask who she is? Tell you what, she is me ah, stupid!
She first year essay 14Maybe there is also a her in your life, she is sometimes quirky, lively, sometimes cold as ice, closed mouth, but also picky, lazy, in short, a lot of little things, but also said that other people are retarded.
Spring is in full bloom, everything is waking up, everything is full of life. At that time, I was young, innocent, lovely, naive, and my life is usually calm and peaceful.
Until one day, there is a person in front of me to run, bright blind me, I realized that the day of the sun is so strong, and then break my calm and peaceful days, never to return. As the saying goes: "long ugly live long, long handsome, old fast" If according to this, I'm afraid she did not have a few days on the gray hair, people old, I did not recognize her, she especially love blindly buy things, now, this bad habit has not changed. Once, she shopped on the phone Pinduoduo, she turned to the page to be shipped, I also glanced at her cell phone, the results are full, not yet paddle to the end of all twenty or thirty things.
After making friends with her, slowly feel that she is quite cute, often love to childish temper, but she has to know more than I do, every time I found the problem is her, as a more than steel straight street girl, often do not understand what she means, so there are all kinds of "cold accidents", but will get very long after the solution. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling.
There is that silly lovely days of her company is no longer difficult. She has been involved in things no longer boring, after the rest of her life, she does not fall apart. Arrangement!
Her first year essay 15Mom, growing up, you hold my hand.
On the way to grow up, I have encountered many, many setbacks. I didn't feel alone in those days of disappointment because it was my mom who always held my hand. Mom's hand has great divine power, as if through these hands, I got the power of my mom. This strength has always encouraged me and made me strong. It told me not to be discouraged, not to be disheartened, but to stand up bravely to fight the difficulties and setbacks I encountered. Because of this strength, I have truly become stronger. I can feel my mom holding my hand by my side all the time, and because of her companionship, I have overcome many setbacks along the way. I remember once, I was in school and classmates chasing running and jumping, accidentally fell, hand straight into the staircase next to the escalator under the iron ring, dark red blood slowly gushed out, I'm very fuzzy junior high school, don't know what happened, later, my mother came, told me to go to the hospital for stitches, I'm afraid, the tears have been in the circle of the eyes, and finally flowed down. Mom took me to the hospital, comforted me, told me not to worry, she took my injured hand, gently, she was afraid of touching my wounds, but I do not feel any pain, heart warm, mom is always so concerned about me, always in my most helpless time to help me. At that moment, I was much more settled and no longer afraid of the operation. I walked into the operation room with strength and gave my mom a smile, telling her, "Don't worry, I'll be fine!" After the surgery, my hand was stitched up, only to leave a scar, but it is so beautiful in my eyes, it reminds me once again of my mom's concern for me, mom holding this once injured hand ...... Thank you, mom, thank you for holding my hand all the way through my growing up, thank you for letting me learn to be strong.