The spirit of helping each other and unity and love is what makes up the big collective of our class 6-5!
My classmates and I have been living together for six years, and we have feelings for each other, so we students have developed a good habit of helping each other and unity and love.
One time, the math quiz, I actually did not bring a pen, which can be anxious to death, see this time a minute past, I still did not write a word. At this time, my desk saw my appearance, they asked me what happened? I said: I didn't bring a pencil. When my deskmate heard this, he immediately took out a pencil from the pencil box, and I thought he was going to give it to me, but he didn't give it to me, he gave me the automatic pencil in his hand instead, and I said: I'll just use a pencil. But he didn't give me the pencil, he said: we should help each other. This spirit is worth learning.
Another time, our class did a small newspaper, our group won the third prize, and then issued prizes, I stood at the end of the results of the missing a prize, so I did not get the prize. So the teacher said to buy a prize for me, I listened to the right to be back, then Wang Junjie gave me the prize, I was very moved.
It is every student in our class has this kind of help each other, the spirit of solidarity and love, only to constitute our six five class this big collective!
2. essay most comfortable thing how to write
It was dark, I dragged the pace of exhaustion, a returned home, breathless called mom, but as long as a large tank of "life energy soup", I will be all right.
Every time I hear my mom's high octave voice yell, "Soup's on!", I'll be rushing, banging, and screaming. I will make use of the rushing, crashing, tumbling, rolling home skills, sometimes see my sister is about to step into the bathroom, I flew into the bathroom like a gust of wind, to get the "priority right to soak in the soup", so that she was angry and knocked on the door, sister, you will forgive me! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
"Puffing" sound, so that my whole body is tied up in a knot of nerves as untying the rope like a loose hanging, soaking in the hot water, more so that I am happy like God, the body seems to be like a feather like the lightness of the body, I closed his eyes, imagined that he was in a beautiful garden, the birds are like a choir, singing softly, flowers are like graceful dancers, the birds are like a choir, the flowers are like a choir, the flowers are like graceful dancers, the flowers are like a choir, the flowers are like graceful dancers. The flowers seemed like graceful dancers, blooming with the rhythm of the wind, and it was this feeling that made me slowly fall asleep.
The "bubble bath" relieves my stress and refreshes me, not only sweeping away the worries that surround me, but also calming my mind to meet the new challenges of tomorrow.
3. This feeling is really comfortable essayMy mom answered a phone call and said to me anxiously, "Xiao Xiao, there is an emergency at Grandma's house, and I may not be able to come home until after 9:00 p.m., so be good and be at home oh!" After that, he closed the door with a bang.
Ha! Suddenly, a cold wind blew out of the window, and the purple curtains blew up and gently swept across my cheeks. I shivered and rushed over to close the window, and glanced inadvertently at the small hallway between the bedrooms. The hallway was pitch black at this point, and it seemed impossible to see the end of it, it was horrible!
I hurriedly turned off the computer and walked to the living room, and a wave of loneliness and fear came over me. I quickly turn on the TV, deliberately turn the volume up very loud, but the hands of the remote control actually do not listen to my call, I kept changing the station, how no good program? What's going on here?
I took out Heidi to kill time, and when I read the chapter "A ghost in Mr. Sesselman's house", I couldn't help but glance at the dark hallway again, and I was tormented by loneliness and fear! If only there had been another person in the house, even a small animal!
I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I didn't dare to face the familiar but dark corridor. I sat on the sofa, hugging Haibao, Mimi rabbit, deliberately humming a little song to strengthen the courage.
Suddenly, the sound of "clattering, clattering, clattering" made me sit up straight, and the hairs on my body stood up, and I kept comforting myself: "Don't be afraid, that's the sound of the wind blowing on the leaves. ..."
4. Warmth, Thanks, Comfort, Special, FriendshipThe river of years flows slowly, and the footprints of growth are y left behind. Looking back, growing up on the road, she held my hand ......
Growing up on the road, she held my hand, so I know what is called tolerance. There was a time when I was late returning from my playfulness, and she stroked my head with her gentle hands and said, "The food is hot, eat it. There was a time when I stood in front of her with an unsatisfactory report card in hand, and she said, "It's okay, try hard next time, you will always be my pride. There was a glint in her eyes, and I knew that it was forgiveness. Growing up, she held my hand, so I know what is called charity. I remembered that every time it rained, she was always the first one to give me an umbrella, and she said that I was fine and idle. I remembered that every time I had a high fever, she always took good care of me, and she said, "You should pay attention in the future, and wear more clothes. She waved her arm and wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, I know, that is love. She, my mother. Mother, your gentle hands to lead me through the mountains, trips through the river, all the way, all the way singing. When I was a child, I suddenly became obsessed with bicycles, and I pestered you to learn. You smiled and carefully taught me the method. I pedaled a few times crookedly and fell down. You smiled again and said, "Good boy, get up by yourself. I stood up, then rode again, and fell down again, but you still encouraged me. You still encouraged me. I got tired of it, but you still smiled and encouraged me. Slowly, I learned, I smiled with joy, you smiled with relief ...... mother, daughter did not use mountains, the sea to describe you, daughter, you give me, is real, exact, touch the love and care, rather than a distant, empty, vague concept. You obsessively guard me, just like the blue sky obsessively guarding the white clouds, the sea obsessively guarding the fish. Mother, you in the daughter's heart is that indelible mark, is that can not be discarded life. The river of years flows slowly, the footprints of growth are y left. Suddenly look back, growing up on the road, she held my hand ...
5. How to write an essay on the star Shu Chang in my heartWhen it comes to the stars, who all know, what Jay Chou ah, JJ Lin ah and what the Yuquan ah ...... But the person I worship is not one of these singers, movie stars, but a ordinary teachers, she is my language teacher - Luo teacher. What do you say? What is there to admire about a teacher? Although she is just a common teacher, but she put us as her children to look at, in order to us Luo teacher do not know how much effort, how much thought. Ms. Luo also spent her life's energy to educate us, even to the point of not even able to take care of their families, all the energy spent on our graduating class. Day and night labor, her forehead has crawled with wrinkles, chalk dust has dyed her green silk into white hair. However, nothing can change her love and infatuation for the cause of education; nothing can change her forever young and creative heart. Ms. Luo has set an example for us with her words and deeds. In our hearts, she is a big tree, she is an angel, she is the ocean!
I remember the first two weeks of the first semester of the sixth grade after the start of the Monday, the morning after the third period, Ms. Luo on the blackboard to write down the day of the language homework, when written to the "dictation of a unit of vocabulary words," when I was dumbfounded, a unit is not dictation of the past? I wanted to ask Mr. Luo but did not have the courage, so I gave up the idea. Not long after, Leng Xingwen came over and asked me, "Qiu Qianjing, do you dictate the first unit or the second unit?" I replied, "I don't know either." Leng Xingwen was silent for a long time and said, "Forget it, I'd better write both Unit 1 and Unit 2, so that I'll write both whether I dictate Unit 1 or Unit 2." With that, he walked back to his seat. After I got home from school in the afternoon, I couldn't help it, so I made a decision on the spot: to call Mr. Luo, after the call, I realized that Mr. Luo wanted us to consolidate the knowledge we had originally learned! After that, I was especially touched I felt immensely proud and honored to have such a teacher. This is just a small wave in the story between our graduating class and Mr. Luo.
I worship Ms. Luo, so I want to praise Ms. Luo, I praise her for her dedication to us; praise her noble teacher's morality; praise her for giving us a wealth of knowledge, teach us to be a human being, we grew up, while her gray hairs increased, she poured all her heart and soul into us, how can I not praise her?
This is a name called 'the star in my heart'
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6. Mom sitting on the bed and her daughter to help her *** How should I write an essayThe New Year is approaching, the mother is ready to clean up. In the afternoon, the cleaning was over. Mom said as she walked, "Hey, really tired!" I look at my mom's tired face, busy running to the mother in front of me, said with a smile, "Mom, you're tired, I'll give you *** it!" Mom said, "You'd better go do your homework!" I quickly said: "Today's share I finished." After my repeated requests mom finally agreed to me.
Mom lying on the couch, I sat on the couch, bent over, set up a stance: I made a fist with my hand, rhythmically beat the mother's back as if an automatic *** machine. From time to time, I also learned the *** teacher's style, this pinch, that knead. "That feels good! I can't believe you're so good at this." Mom complimented. "Of course, would you like to try another one of my tricks?" After saying that, I stepped on mom's back and walked back and forth rhythmically. Gradually, my hands and feet began to ache, and I couldn't help but slow down. Mom laughed and said, "What? Can't you do it so soon?" I immediately said back, "How can that be? I'm a "*** teacher"!"
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world.
After about five minutes, I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I collapsed on the couch. Although I was tired, I was happy because I did something meaningful that is to respect adults.
7. Being Comfortable EssayMorality is a code of behavior that naturally develops in society, a standard for gaining the trust of others. Some people think it is very difficult to be a moral person, in fact, as long as you go to do it, you will find that in fact, it is also very simple, morality is honest and trustworthy, do not covet what does not belong to their own; morality is to reach out to others when they are in trouble, extend your helping hand, to help him get through the difficult times. Morality is in fact very close to us very close, close enough to touch.
I remember once, my mother and I took the bus to go to my grandmother's home for her birthday, I just found a seat to sit down, I saw a grandmother trembling up to the car, when the car has not been empty, the grandmother's face showed a hint of difficulty, I thought: should I give the elderly to give up their seats? Should I give my seat to the old man? If I do, will others say that I'm out of my league? If I don't give up my seat, what if the grandmother can't stand steadily and falls. I was like a little angel and a little devil in my psyche: the little angel said, "Give up your seat for the old man and be a filial child to the old man." The little devil said, "Don't listen to her. If you give up your seat, what if people say you are a show-off? Besides, it's so comfortable to sit here." The little angel said, "Give up your seat for the old man, don't teachers often say in class that we should respect our elders?"" No!" No!" No! Let!" At this time, I suddenly remembered a thing: it was when I was in the first grade, I picked up a dollar in the campus, I gave it to the teacher, the teacher praised me for being a child who picks up money, although it was only a dollar, but it left a deep, deep mark in my heart....... Thinking of this, I gathered the courage to say to the old granny:" Grandma, you sit here." The grandmother said to me gratefully, "What a good boy." My heart was as sweet as honey.
Morality requires us to abide by and act together, if everyone in the world has a good heart, then how beautiful this society will be!
8. To "moved" as the topic write a 500 essayI have been moved by countless things, and sometimes even tears, but only one let me shock.
The Olympic men's 110-meter hurdles final in the early hours of the morning, Dad has been waiting in the TV, Mom because "uncomfortable" early to sleep. I hid under the covers in the air-conditioned room, waiting for the exciting start.
Suddenly I heard the alarm clock in my mom's room go off, but only a few times. Almost simultaneously, my mom and I rushed from our rooms to the living room, and we all looked at each other with a knowing smile.
It was actually 15 minutes before the game started, and I saw my dad exhaling smoke rings over and over. I knew he was nervous. Mom seemed to be relaxed, eating melon seeds, but I saw her hand kept clutching the shaker tightly. She was nervous too. It was as if I was transparent through their skin and saw an essence in their bones, a Chinese soul that only comes out at critical moments.
With the gunshot of the starting referee, the game began. 1 second, Dad took a drag on his cigarette; 2 seconds, Mom put a melon seed in her mouth; 3 seconds, Liu Xiang was in the lead; 4 seconds, Dad stood up; 5 seconds, Mom put another one in her mouth; 6 seconds, a beautiful arc, Liu Xiang crossed a cross; 7 seconds, Dad took a step forward; 8 seconds, Liu Xiang's rival trailed him by half; 9 seconds, Dad grabbed Mom's hand; 10 seconds, Mom took a step forward; 8 seconds, Liu Xiang's rival trailed him by half; 9 seconds, Dad grabbed Mom's hand; 10 seconds, Mom grabbed Mom's hand; 9 seconds, Dad grabbed Mom's hand. grabbed mom's hand; 10 seconds mom grabbed dad's hand; 11 seconds Liu Xiang's opponent made a mistake and almost got mixed up; 12 seconds upstairs people stomped their feet; 12 seconds 91 dad kneeled on both knees, mom scattered melons all over the place, upstairs there are a lot of people stomping their feet, some people in the building sang the national anthem, looking out the window, the lights were on all over the place in all the houses, my tears "wow" down. "I'm not going to be able to do that.
I've never seen my father hugging my mother like a child, I was touched; I've never seen my mother's hands dancing to make a mess of the melon, I was touched; I've never seen the excitement that erupted from all the Chinese people at that moment, I was touched ......
That night I grew up, and I felt that to be a Chinese is proud; my soul was baptized by being moved.
9. my sister is not well, writing diaryMy sister is very naughty and very gluttonous and a little smart, my sister is 2 and a half years old this year, will already be from a back to eleven, my sister's favorite food is the chocolate yolk pie often and I do brother's grab, I sometimes ask my sister, "What is the name of my brother," my sister would be I sometimes ask my sister, "What is my brother's name", my sister will not hesitate to say, my sister will often fake cry, as long as she is happy, she will vigorously beat their heads, I hope my sister to change this bad habit, my sister also loves to watch the square dance every time my mother went to jump my sister to go with her, my sister is often in the house to watch the computer square dance, my sister will wake up every time to touch their pillow to see if there is a custard pie, my sister will peel the custard pie, so she does not love to eat.
This is my sister, a naughty, gluttonous sister.