Mother's love, the sunshine of March The journey of life is long, I interpret life as a lonely wandering, leading to the dream of the road beside the stage constantly, but I do not want to stop, looking forward to a sensational, a unparalleled, until the exhaustion of, suddenly looked back and realized that the original road beside the not only the residual fragrance.... ... Perhaps in the sea of questions soaked too long, some swelling, I returned to the stars and the moon, the face is always lingering "tired" word.
Open the lights, a cup of steaming milk tea on the desk to the small room decorated with extra warmth. I'm not surprised, not at all, the milk tea at this time every day will appear there on time, rain or shine.
Not to mention that at this time, I was worried about something else. At one time, I could wield a pen like a flowing river and open a scroll to write.
But now, a small piece of "mother's love" has stopped my thoughts, and inexplicably produced a terrible blankness in my mind. "Is it that mommy doesn't love you enough?" "No, it's not."
"Was she not doing enough for you? " "No, and no." "Then why is it that you are so inclined to express your mother's love? ...... " I couldn't stop asking myself, and ended up with no answer even when I made my head swell and ache.
Waving between, I came across the milk tea, fragrant milk tea, a tilt of the neck, milk tea pouring into the belly, a stream of warmth immediately rose from the bottom up, I shivered, and immediately swept away all the worries, thrown out of the sky. Mother knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door was opened, a turn around, mom holding a bed quilt came in. The quilt was full of the smell of sunshine, and it seemed that in this space of less than ten square meters, another small round of sun had risen.
Mom saw me holding an empty cup, staring blankly at her, face immediately rippled with a smile, it is a kind of only in the face of the mother will be swinging smile, called people can not resist. I nodded my head and gave a soft "hmm", and looked at my mother to turn around and go out.
At the moment she went out, I suddenly had a flash of insight: is this the love of a mother? But people say that a mother's love is great, how can it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased out of the room to find the answer, but the moment I saw my mother, I stopped in my tracks, and she asked, "You want another cup, right?" I smiled, and finally realized that the greatness of a mother's love lies precisely in its ordinariness, and so that little sun rose again in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and grass, ordinary milk tea in the thick love.
And this also understand, love mom, I can do is to cherish. A fine taste, that cup of thick milk tea really good warm ...... who said inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine.
Second: Life is like a piece of paper, everyone has everyone's glorious page. Regardless of whether it is colorful, or dull, can write life on this piece of paper only ourselves.
This paper has had laughter and tears; there have been sweet and sour and bitter. However, on the one that belongs to me, there is a her, she is my elementary school teacher.
In my impression, she is not a particularly good teacher, and the same as ordinary teachers, she is very concerned about her students, she is all the time not in the silent selfless dedication. When I was still that just entered the school hall, what do not understand the silly girl, to meet me is her.
I just remember that day she held my hand into the sea of knowledge, and from then on I was y attracted by the boundless ocean. At that time I still wanted to travel that ocean alone and ascend to the land bank.
However, in that one small mistake, I almost gave up this dream. It was she who helped me regain that confidence, and turned me into someone who never gives up easily, no matter what kind of difficulties I encounter on the road of life.
I was in third grade that year, and I couldn't afford any difficulties in my smooth sailing journey. However, life is really like a game, always give us a joke.
Just when I was intoxicated in the honor of the first place, the 2nd midterm exams left an indelible darkness on my piece of paper. I couldn't face the once proud, untouchable me.
I went blind, and in the days that followed, I began to cram like crazy, but things didn't turn out the way I expected. My grades didn't go all the way up, they were going down, until 87 points.
Finally, she talked to me, and she told me that the road should be taken one step at a time, and that I shouldn't be too hasty. It's like learning to crawl first and then learning to walk.
I shook my head, I did not quite understand what the teacher said, I asked her, "Teacher, how should I first learn to crawl?" I only remember that she smiled and said, "You should start reviewing the basics, you're just in too much of a hurry and that's why you're getting it wrong. You should take it one step at a time, that's what will benefit you!" I finally got it, and following her method I succeeded, I cheered and I jumped.
That's when I realized that she, who had been silently supporting me behind the scenes, was also smiling happily. Although what happened between me and her is not so touching, but without her there is no me today.
Teacher, what a sacred profession! Because of it we have a happy happy today! Third: my side of the "friends", friends everyone has, but I this "friend" is not an ordinary friend, out of your expectation. He is happy.
I once lost this good friend, the following listen to me slowly say it! I remember when I was in elementary school, I was full of joy every day, and people help me to give a nickname called happy "elf". Does this name sound good? I like this name very much.
But at this very moment the joy left me ...... don't leave me, okay? Please, I beg you, I want you to forgive me, okay? Tell me what is wrong with me. Who do not know a fast "elf" from the hearts of all the people disappeared, my face can not see a smile but can only see the cold and horror.
I already do not want to learn well. Every day with that write the wrong people together to learn more and more bad, "elf" has disappeared, and now the rest is just the devil, so that all people feel afraid, "elf" how to become this, many people in the call! The "Pixie" has disappeared and now there is only the devil left.
I would like to thank a teacher she let me back into the "elf", she told me a sentence so that I remember: to succeed that we have to look at their own creation, look at their own performance, not because of what difficulties and lost their own happiness, you say it is worth it? Is not worth it, you have to think about it to see is since.
2. Kneeling describing the characteristics of the character of the composition ~ 500 wordsEvery morning at seven o'clock, the building always resounded with the familiar footsteps and the loud call "Milk is coming! Whenever I heard this sound, I knew that the milkman was coming and I would get up from my bed to open the door. The milkman was an ordinary man, an uncle in his fifties. His skin was dark and tanned, the result of years of being out in the sun; under his white hair, he had a pair of small but shining eyes. But y in my mind. Because his milk was so thick and flavorful, many residents on many floors ordered it. One of them is on the sixth floor, the sixth floor of the subscriber is also our home, 12 floors, this up and down a trip, not to take things have been people tired enough, not to mention that the milk bottle is round and slippery, one accidentally to break a few bottles. Winter snow covered the earth, everything is dressed in silver fashion, long and lonely winter came early. But no matter whether it was windy or snowy, the uncle would always come to deliver the milk. The morning was as cold as usual. "The doorbell rang again. I wanted to sleep under the blanket, but I had to open the door, so I opened it slowly. When I opened the door, I saw him standing in the doorway as usual with a smile on his face, wearing a black overcoat and deep wrinkles on his forehead as if he could catch a mosquito, but he looked very energetic. I casually took the bottle of milk flow, but I know that the bottle of milk flow a heavy fall on the ground, I was disappointed and said to myself: "Hey, today's milk flow is considered to be out of the soup!" The uncle said smilingly, "It doesn't matter, I'll make up another bottle today, no charge." I took the flow of milk, said a thank you. It was another cold windy morning, the uncle came to send milk, he carefully handed me the flow of milk, when I received the bottle of milk, found that his hands have been mercilessly cold wind to blow cracks, the skin is like an old pine tree skin, wrinkled, there is a road mouth, his hair by the cold wind blowing slightly shaking, I saw his mouth in the trembling, apparently he was very cold, although still smiling. I asked him: "The day is so cold, you do not bring gloves, or I asked my father to send you a pair?" He said while pointing to the bottle: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads outside the bottle, wearing gloves, the bottle will be easy to slip off, and I'm already used to it." As he left, I took advantage of his absence and gently placed Dad's black gloves in his frame. Another morning, "Milk delivery!" I called the door, only to see the hands with a black glove, the other smiled, of course, I was happy in my heart to smile .
3. Describe the characters of the essay 500 words urgentlyMy mom
My mom is in her 40s, tall and tall, not fat and not thin, there are a few light wrinkles on the forehead, and her face often hangs a smile.
Mom is a kind person, she taught me from childhood to be honest, to treat people to be generous, from childhood to cultivate my good character.
I remember something I can never forget. It was a hot afternoon, the sun like a big fireball baking the earth. I was doing in my room and kept fanning myself, but the beads of sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mom, "Mom! It's so hot, it's hot as hell! I want a popsicle." Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." And with that, she grabbed her purse.
To the place to buy popsicles, I picked the popsicles, mom took out a 50 yuan ticket from her purse and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles, the uncle found the money, and my mom and I went home in a hurry.
Back home, mom got back to count, said to himself: "Huh? Not right ah, a **** is 7 dollars, how to find 45 dollars?" I heard, said happily: "Great! The person who bought the popsicle was so confused, he found 3 dollars more. Mom, can I have that $2?" Mom glared at me and said angrily, "We should give it back for the extra 2 yuan, we can't be greedy for those small advantages! Besides, it's not easy for people to sell popsicles!" Finished, mom braved the *** hot sun, the 3 yuan to the people sent.
When I went to bed at night, I could not sleep in bed, remembering what happened during the day, and suddenly realized that we should start from a little thing, not because of a little bit of cheapness in front of us, and do some things that are not good for people. This incident has a great education for me, I love my mom, I heart admire her.
4. Description of the character of the essay 500 wordsFather's love
Father's love is like a cup of coffee, the first mouth is bitter, but the more you taste the sweeter; father's love is like a piece of sugar, the appearance is hard, the heart is really soft; father's love is like a book, the surface of the ordinary, but the book is full of knowledge.
My father is strict, but y love me. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard, when I was excited to come to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding, I first put one foot on the skateboard, the other foot on the ground vigorously stomping, but how to stand unsteady, the more I will not slide, the more anxious heart, the more anxious on the more slippery, I don't want to learn, and then said to my parents: "Let's go home. " I said to my mom and dad, "Let's go home." My dad said loudly, "No, you haven't learned yet. How can we go home? You can't do anything halfway." I thought to myself, "Why don't you let my mom help me to learn? I was about to implement my plan, my father seemed to see my mind, said to me: "Learn anything on your own, so that you can learn better and faster, too much dependence on the learning is not good. How about this, we compare, see who learns first, okay?" I dared to be angry, unhappy, said: "OK, than than than." I think: do not believe, you can learn, age a big one.
Look at my father's clumsy body, constantly skating the disobedient skateboard, ridiculous, "thud" sound, not good, Dad fell, then, only to see my father climbed up from the ground without panic, squatting on the ground, looking at the skateboard, as if in thought, but also as if in the study, a short while later, my father stepped on the board, a foot mastered the direction, swaying from side to side, and I was very pleased to see that my father was able to get a good start. One foot mastered the direction, swaying from side to side, the other foot hard skating, slowly the body became so light, so beautiful. "I can skate now, come and see." Dad shouted happily. I was ashamed to go down, think dad can learn, I have what can not learn it, under the influence of dad's example, I finally also learned.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school, my father saw me limping, heartbroken, busy helping me sit down, asked me with concern: "What's wrong." After listening to my story, he hurriedly took out the safflower oil from the medicine box, and helped me apply the wound while blowing on the painful place with his mouth, saying, "You bear it, it will be a little painful at first, and when the blood spreads out slowly, it won't hurt anymore." In the father's "treatment", gradually I feel much better, my feet do not hurt ......
Ah! I love you too, Dad.
5. On the description of the character of the essay 500 wordsMy most unforgettable person
"unforgettable person, unforgettable person ......" Ouch, this is really difficult, so that my brain fast running can not come up with. I'm not sure who I'm writing about, but I'm writing about him.
He has a head of short black hair, head is the class "altitude of the third", fat body, is the parents of the eyes of the little pudendum. Although it is a boy, but has a pair of curved willow leaf eyebrows. Think of Song Dandan's line "willow leaf brow cherry mouth, who see who are happy a mouth." But he hated his eyebrows.
To say that his "glorious deeds" have a basket. Let's talk about reading books, he reads books very characteristic, that is, a phrase "a second to finish the marathon - fast". He's fast, and that's a true story. I remember one time, he read "The Three Musketeers" very fascinated, like a robot, can not stop staring. When you see a fight, you will certainly hear "kill, kill ...... go, go ......" When the main character won the battle, you will certainly see him dancing. Once, he even in the activity class, outside the classroom, sitting on a stool, seriously reading a book. The students took him for a living statue.
He is also a stargazer. He is a die-hard fan of Jay Chou. He is obsessed with Jay Chou's songs, like a dream, like an intoxication, as if into the world of Jay Chou's feelings. In his eyes, Jay Chou's nunchucks dance is the coolest. The rhythm of "Nunchucks" is exciting and moving. The Last Battle" can feel the ruthlessness of war. Seven Miles of Fragrance" is like a fragrant poem, a breeze ...... You see, he is humming Jay Chou's song "I am the dragon ......".
Ha! Want to know who he is? She is my most most familiar person - Zhang Yi.
6. 500 Words on CharacterizationWandering on the school road, shuttling between classrooms. Time passes in a page of the pages of the book closed, and in a flash six years of life in elementary school has come to an end. But at the same time, I will soon become a high school student, I still forget my alma mater, forget my former classmates, but also forget my three years of secondary school teacher ---- Ni Xiaoqin teacher. My heart welled up deep feelings of attachment.
Unforgettable my beloved teacher, your figure often appear in front of my eyes, amiable smile, sometimes like the waves of the sea as wide, sometimes like the flowers bloomed when the brilliant gallantry. Your smile makes me bravely face all kinds of difficulties, so that I continue to grow in your caress. Whenever I do something wrong, the teacher will smile and criticize me; whenever I do something good, the teacher will praise me with an encouraging smile.
Unforgettable my beloved teacher, your teaching echoes in my ears, the words are as spring rain points into the earth bubbling into my heart for knowledge, especially as a silk manna into my mind, your unique teaching style, like a key to open the mind, teach me to literacy, sentence construction, writing diaries, memorize ancient poems, read extracurricular books, I am from a naive, ignorant and uneducated children, grow up to be a little bit of knowledge, and to be able to understand the world. I grew up to become a little knowledge, can read and write students, so that I have been a good education, learned a solid basic knowledge, and developed a good habit of learning.
Unforgettable my beloved teacher, your care along with the growth of my three years of secondary school, learning, life, games, living together, inseparable, all the time without pouring your heart and soul. You in-depth teach me a lot of reasoning, like my life on the road ahead of the lights, give me the slightest care, in the growth of the road you for me to protect me from the wind and rain, so that I bathe in the sun and rain, you put the whole body and mind are invested in our bodies, whenever I am not feeling well, encountered difficulties and frustrations, I will think of your kind care for me little by little.
Mr. Ni, I graduated from high school, will be reluctant to leave you, but your smile, teaching, care will always remain in my memory, I want to say thank you! I'd like to say thank you for your hard work!
7. request a write a person to write an article, more than 500 words, there are comments (50 words to 150 words) canMy new friends Yang City, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province, Wuxi City, Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province, Wuxi Middle School, freshman (1) class Zhang Xiaoni Entering the middle school, I made a lot of new friends. We talk and laugh with each other and help each other. But the one who impressed me the most was her. She has an innocent face, and her beautiful handwriting makes me envious and admires me even more; when I am angry, a sweet voice and a comforting sound always calm my chaotic heart, listening to that sweet voice and feeling the warmth of the hands that hold me tightly, my heart is full of warmth. She - an ordinary girl, but I completely changed. I remember in the sixth grade, I was not exactly a "good student", learning is not so conscious. But since I entered middle school and made a friend like her, I've changed and I think I'm making progress. It all started with that incident ...... I didn't do well in the weekly exam and I thought I was a complete failure, it was the first time I had ever done so poorly. I was so frustrated that I didn't want to give myself a chance. She seemed to have read my mind, so she came up to me and said, "Zhang Xiaoni, don't you want to give yourself a chance to start over?" After hearing these words, I felt something: Yes, life will inevitably suffer setbacks, not through the storm, how can we see the rainbow? As the saying goes: the sun always shines after the storm. Now, my mood has changed from frustration to confidence. It is she who gave me courage and self-confidence; it is she who, when I was lonely and frustrated, a sound of comfort lingered in my ears ...... Now, I stand in front of the mirror, I find that I have grown up and made progress. This little bit of effort came entirely from her one word, without her help, how could I go from failure to success? Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you, she is Yu Ru Jing .
8. write a person narrative essay 500 words well written plus pointsI would rather a person dirty, in exchange for ten thousand clean I admire a lot of people, the People's Liberation Army, the doctor,...... but I admire the most, or that every day to clean up the sanitation of the janitorial workers in obscurity. Every morning, when people are still asleep, hard-working cleaners have begun a day of labor, some of them less than five o'clock to get up, pick up the broom, labor. Whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot, they clean the streets as always, never complaining. When we live in a beautiful environment, have you ever thought about who created the environment for us today, who let us walk in the clean road every day. Cleaning people selflessly for our dedication, they do not ask for high returns, just let people live in a clean environment every day. If someone asks me, "Is it hot?" I wouldn't hesitate to answer, "Yes, it's hot!" Many students buy popsicles after school to quench their thirst. When they got home, most of them turned on the air conditioner and slept comfortably. The only cleaners, their clothes were wet with sweat and their faces were red from the hot sun. Once, I went to the school to duty, *** hot sun scorching the earth, shot me can not open my eyes, is to see a cleaning aunts in the school cleaning, she picked up the broom, one by one, sweeping up, dust raised up to come to her eyes, she rubbed her eyes, continue to sweep up, a drop of crystal beads of sweat from her cheeks down, the sweat of her clothes wet, she did not care, I was moved by this spirit, stayed in the school. I was touched by this spirit, stayed and refused to leave. After sweeping the floor, her body was already covered with dust, and she slowly walked back. Another time, I went downstairs to play with my partner, was playing happily, suddenly saw a cleaning uniform wearing a cleaner's aunt in the road sweeping the garbage, only to see him holding a broom in one hand, a hand holding the garbage box, the side of the sweeping from time to time looking at the two way to the vehicle, I asked in my heart: Why is it so dangerous to go cleaning aunt? I took this question to ask the aunt, the aunt said: "Nowadays people are too unhygienic, driving litter, so that the road is full of all, if you do not sweep away, other vehicles will be pressed to." At this point, a car from the car window quickly thrown a can, immediately, in another road car all of a sudden "Prickly" sound, cans were flattened, the cleaner aunt had to go up to sweep away, looking at her back that went back and forth, I think: now people are too do not know what is happiness, the cleaner aunt hard to clean, but a lot of people are littering the road. Auntie Cleaner works so hard to clean, but a lot of people throw garbage away and let Auntie Cleaner risk her life to clean it up. Later, I realized that the cleaners are working for the environment of all of us, selfless and unnoticed, they do not ask for returns, but in exchange for a better living environment for all of us. They don't ask for anything in return, but for a better living environment for all of us. Although he is not ordinary, but his kind of spirit is very admirable to me, sacrifice themselves, dedication to others. In my eyes, they are noble people.
9. excerpts from the writing of 500 words, to have a description of the demeanor, action description, language description,My mother has a head of black shiny short hair, she has a willow leaf eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a not too small mouth, a high nose bridge above a pair of glasses. Mom is not only dedicated to her work, but also to my studies, life and other aspects of particular concern. In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a happy figure, that is my mother is happy for my learning progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house, and I can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays. On Sundays, after I finished writing the essay assigned by my teacher, my mother would always read it carefully and concentrate on correcting the sentences with me. After correcting the essay, my mom would find some similar essays for me, and while reading them, she would explain to me which parts of the essay were worth learning from, and then combine them with my essays to find out which parts of the essay were well-written and which parts were not. My mom not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life. I remember one day, the sky was fluttering with goose feather snow, in a short while, the whole city turned into a sea of snow, snow paradise, snow world. That day, my milk teeth have not fallen out, but the permanent teeth have grown out, my mother had to take me to pull out the milk teeth, I was afraid of pain, I do not want to go, but also with my mother argued for a long time, my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I have not been talking to my mom, and even hit her with a snowball. I thought to myself, "Mom is so insensitive, why do you have to let me come out to pull my tooth out in such a cold day? If I didn't pull it out, it would have fallen out by itself. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me anesthesia and pulled out my baby tooth without any pain. Later, I realized my mother's hard work. Mom said: "Remove the movable milk teeth, the permanent teeth will grow neatly, if you do not remove the movable milk teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, come back to smile will not look good!" It was true, because I had all my baby teeth extracted in the middle of the row below me, my permanent teeth grew in neatly, and I was able to smile without any constraints, which made me very happy. Mother, how the world's children admire the word; mother's love, how like nursing our growth of the quiet harbor. Mother's love is pure; mother's love is selfless; mother's love is great; mother's love is only know how to give and do not ask for return. Mother's love is like the warm winds of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter furnace, to you in the harsh winter to create a warm heart of the sun. My mother gave me love is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic.