"It's cold, it's snowing, it's almost dark again, it's the last day of the year - New Year's Eve ......" I sat at the window and read aloud with deep emotion from Danish nineteenth century writer Hans Christian Andersen's most brilliant work, The Little Girl Who Sold Matches. This work attracted me y like a magnet, making me forget myself and everything around me. I read it again and again greedily. As I watched, I felt as if I had entered a magical world. In the dark corner of the wall, I met the little girl selling matches, she tearfully poured out her pain and misfortune to me, and I told him that I would make her happy again. Hand in hand we laughed and sang far away ...... "Hahaha ...... hahaha ...... hahaha ...... hahaha... ... "I was awakened by my own laughter, I came to my senses, found in front of myself is still the book, I feel incomparable emptiness and loneliness.
"On this cold, dark night, a little girl with a bare head and bare feet was walking down the street ......," I continued to read aloud, "It was a snowy night surrounded by dead silence. A little girl with a head of curly 'beautiful blonde hair, she was poorly dressed, fighting for a pair of frightened eyes, her face and lips were frozen purple frozen little hands clutching a bunch of matches, her mouth kept shouting: 'Who wants matches ...... All that answered him was the whistling of the wind and snow. Seeing this, my heart is also cold, how can the whole city be as cold as the snowflakes flying in the sky? "She walked barefoot through the snow and finally found a corner to sit down. She couldn't go home because she hadn't earned a penny. Finally, with a smile on his lips, he froze to death without a sound."
"The two of them flew away in light and joy ...... "When I read this, my eyes were moist, which are both tears of sadness and tears of joy. This poor little girl through the vicissitudes of the world, finally left this dark world on the night of the family reunion. In her lifetime, she can only have a beautiful dream, but the dream is a dream, will never become a reality ...... My heart can not help but be filled with deep sympathy for the little girl, but also for her to get rid of this dark life happy.
Read, read, last year's New Year's Eve scene all over again. Before dinner on New Year's Eve last year, I was also reading this work. Suddenly, the aroma of a roast chicken came to my nose, did Andersen also have Christmas today? "Nerd!" Dad laughed, "Look at you, books can be food? You don't even want to celebrate the New Year by reading books?!" He pushed me, and then it dawned on me: it's New Year's Eve, and isn't that aroma wafting from the dining table? There was already a fragrant five-spice duck, delicious West Lake vinegar fish, egg dumplings, fish balls, and Dad was making plucked apples! "Come and try on the new clothes!" Mom shouted. I tried on the new clothes, looked at the bright lights, and thought: Isn't this the paradise that little girl longed for? I can't wait to put on my wings and fly to her at once, to lead her to my house, so that she can share this happiness with me, and how happy she will feel then. But, after all, she has left this world ......
In a short while, I finished reading this piece of writing, I feel very bad, the poor little girl who sells matches in my mind when floating figure. Thinking about the poor children living in hunger and cold, in contrast, now we live in a socialist country is so happy! I sincerely thank the great party and the superior socialist system.
Happiness, at both ends of the stairs
Happiness, at both ends of the stairs ......
Whenever I get off school and press "502", I expect my father to be on the other end, because he always rushes down the stairs before I get to the second floor.
Whenever I ring "502" after school, I expect my father to be on the other end, because he is always on the second floor before I even get there, and then he rushes down, takes my bag for me, holds my hand, and half gasps and says, "I'm exhausted. I followed my father, shaking his big hand, and walked to the fifth floor!
On both ends of this staircase, there is always a pair of big hands caressing my hair by the wind, caressing the restlessness of my heart, so that I am like a spring breeze, immersed in endless tenderness. That is my father.
In this way, year after year flew by, in the blink of an eye, I have entered middle school and face graduation. Just that day, when I moved in the hallway, waiting for my father's big hand, I suddenly felt a second and a second is so long! The sensor light was malfunctioning and flickering, and in the dim light, I saw my father's hurried look and heard his gasping breath mixed with his violent heartbeat. I stood there glumly, violently felt my father's old age: his temples have been gray, his eyes are full of blood, and his face has been furrowed ...... All of this is piercing my eyes my heart. I held my hands tightly on the book bag strap. He reached out his big hand and said, "Daddy will help you carry it! It's too heavy!" I took his hand and said, "No need. Dad, it's not heavy!" All the way to the fifth floor ......
From then on, whenever I rang the doorbell, I ran quickly to the end of the stairs, so that my father picked me up from the second floor to the third floor, and from the third floor to the fourth floor ...... back home, I transported the love in the palm of my hand
< p> , caressing his white hair. Looking at my father's face, the good old days are on display, but he is now so old! Can't help but feel the acidity of the heart rushing nose! Good tears finally did not fall down.Now, whenever my father came home to buy food, I ran downstairs, grabbed the heavy things in his hands, and lifted my father's big hands, saying "too heavy. Dad, let me do this later!" I know that the father's eyes touched!
"Daughter, you have grown up!" ...... all the way to the fifth floor.
If home is the most cozy place, then at the two ends of this staircase is the concentration of warmth, is the depth of love!
Helen Keller (Helen Keller) (June 27, 1880 - June 1, 1968), is an American blind, deaf and mute writer and educator with disabilities. 1880 was born on June 27, 1880 in Tuscumbia, a small town in northern Alabama. a town called Tuscumbia. Scarlet fever took her sight and hearing at the age of 19 months, and soon afterward she lost her ability to speak. Yet it was in this dark and lonely world that she was helped by her mentor, Anne Sullivan. Anne Sullivan enabled her to learn to read and speak, and to begin communicating with others. And she graduated with honors from Radcliffe College in the U.S. She became a learned person, a writer and educator with a command of five languages: English, French, German, Latin, and Greek. She traveled throughout the United States and the world to raise funds for schools for the blind, dedicating her life to the welfare and education of the blind. She won the praise of people all over the world and was honored by many governments. Her major works include If You Give Me Three Days of Light, My Life, My Teacher, and so on. Helen. Helen Keller wrote 14 books in her life. My Life" is her debut novel. As soon as the work was published, it immediately caused a sensation in the United States, and was called "an unparalleled masterpiece of world literature", with more than one hundred editions published, which had a great impact on the world. This book is written by Helen Keller. Keller's "My Life", "Out of the Darkness", "Teacher" three books, as well as published in the U.S. "Atlantic Monthly" on the prose "If you give me three days of light" compiled from a complete and systematic introduction to Helen. Keller's rich, vivid, true and great life, many of the text is still the first time to meet with Chinese readers.
In the 20th century, a unique individual shook the world with her courageous ways. Keller, a woman who lived in the darkness but brought light to mankind, a weak woman who spent 88 years of her life but survived 87 years of isolation without light, sound, or speech.
However, it is such a claustrophobic in the world of blindness and deafness. Surprisingly, she graduated from Harvard University's DeCleave College; and used all the power of her life to run around, built a charity organization for the benefit of the disabled, and was selected by Time Magazine as one of the top ten heroes and icons of the United States in the twentieth century.
The creation of this miracle, all rely on an indomitable heart. Helen accepted the challenge of life, embraced the world with love, faced adversity with amazing perseverance, and finally found the bright side of life in the darkness, and finally reached out to the world with loving hands. Helen Keller. Keller (Helen Keller) (June 27, 1880 - June 1, 1968), is the United States of America in the 20th century, deaf and blind women writers and speakers, she was admitted to Harvard University's Radcliffe College with a strong will to become the world's first deaf and blind to complete a university education, and was selected as one of the "Ten Great Icons of Humankind" by Time magazine, and was named one of the Ten Great Icons of Humankind. She was selected as one of Time Magazine's "Top Ten Human Icons" and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
If You Give Me Three Days of Light is Helen Keller's masterpiece of prose. If You Give Me Three Days of Light is Helen Keller's masterpiece of prose. From the perspective of a weak woman with a disability, she cautions able-bodied people to cherish life and all that the Creator has given them. In addition, "The Story of My Life," which is included in this book, is Helen's autobiographical work. Keller's autobiographical work, which has been hailed as "an unparalleled masterpiece of world literature".
Helen. Helen Keller became blind, deaf and mute due to illness at an early age, but she was self-reliant and overcame great difficulties to finish college. She wrote more than a dozen books in her lifetime, and devoted herself to the rescue of disabled children, the protection of women's rights and social activism for racial equality, and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1964.
She grew up in the dark. When she was seven years old, her family hired a tutor for her, Mr. Sullivan, who influenced Helen's life. Sullivan also nearly lost her eyesight as a child and understood the pain of losing it. Under her painstaking guidance, Helen learned sign language by touching her hands, touched Braille cards to learn to read, and then touched other people's lips with her hands, finally learned to speak.
Sullivan teacher in order to let Helen close to nature, let her roll in the grass, running and jumping in the field, buried seeds in the ground, climbed to the tree to eat; but also took her to touch a newborn piglet, but also to the river to play in the water. Helen in the teacher's love and care, surprisingly, to overcome the obstacles of blindness and deafness, completed the university.
In 1936, Helen was very sad when her teacher, who had been with her for fifty years, left the world. Helen knew that without her teacher's love, she would not be who she is today, and was determined to carry forward the love that her teacher had given her. So, Helen ran all over the United States, large and small cities, traveling around the world, for the handicapped people everywhere, wholeheartedly for those unfortunate people.
Helen died in 1968 at the age of 89, having spread the word of her lifelong dedication to people with disabilities around the world. She wrote many books and her story was made into a movie. Ms. Sullivan gave her the most precious love, which she in turn spread to all the less fortunate, bringing them light and hope.
After her death, the world was touched by her strong will and remarkable contributions. And people all over the world carried out activities in her honor
Essay Material Guide: Simile Sentences on Happiness1. Happiness is a cup of wine that has been brewed many times.
2. Happiness is the fragrant and delicious lychee honey.
3. Happiness is the umbrella sent by dad in the rain.
4. Happiness is the smile on the faces of one billion people.
5. Happiness is a cup of wine that is too easy to drink dry.
6. Happiness is like the fragrance of orchids, refreshing.
7. Happiness is like the sweetness of candy, intoxicating.
8. Happiness is like a freshly thawed stream, clear, transparent, and flawless.
9. Happiness is a dyeing brush, can dye red flowers, can also dye green leaves; can give the clear lake color transparent texture, can also give the pure heart to smear a layer of splendor.
10, happiness is a welcome breeze, can be blown to the fallen leaves, can also be blown away gravel; can be in the vast sea blowing a wave of ripples, but also can be whisked away from the heart of all the unpleasant feelings.
11, happiness is the furnace, can melt the solid ice, to the cold people to warm, to the lost soul to comfort.
12. Happiness is a clear spring, can moisturize the dry desert, give the thirsty people to cool, give the dying people to life.
Composition material: excellent essay wonderful beginning (1)
1, the door to the mountain type of beginning
Wang Gali is a hard-working, helpful, collective love of students, teachers and classmates like her.
My name is Tan Haifeng, a thin-looking boy. This year 11 years old, in Huashe Zhangzi elementary school. I have a smart and flexible head, and a pair of black and bright eyes.
At 7:30, as usual, I backpack ready to go to school, push open the door of the room, a burst of cold air came, I was dizzy as if I was drunk, but also feel some headache. Mom saw me covering my head, rushed to pull me into the room to measure my temperature.
There is an amiable teacher by my side. She gives people the impression of being so simple and ordinary. However, in my heart, she is not ordinary. Because her heart is loaded with the motherland, loaded with others. She is our classroom teacher - Mr. Chen.
2, environmental description of the beginning
The campus in early winter is cool.
The class was so quiet. The students, unlike usual, were pulling their faces and sitting in silence in the classroom, waiting for the farewell party to begin.
The fireball sun scorched the earth, the trees were baked to pull the head, the road was sunburned to melt. I asked a few students to play soccer in the square under the scorching sun.
The July sun is burning hot. A few large naked trees in front of our village, came from the tireless robins in a lively concert. How I want to catch a few of them!
"Mockingbird, mockingbird-'-..." the call of "rumble" with a dull thunder, millions of soybean-sized raindrops jumping, spinning, soaring, falling from the clouds. The rain fell from the clouds.
One rainy afternoon, my mom told me to go to the street to buy food, I went with an umbrella. Along the way the tree branches were rattled and shaken by the wind. I walked carefully on the muddy road. The umbrella couldn't hold up by the wind, the rain kept hitting me, and the lower part of my pants was soaked.
"Bite, bite, bite", accompanied by a loud and clear sound, the beautiful fireworks drag a beautiful long tail, in the sky after cutting down a road arch, "shiny debut". Colorful fireworks in the sky, the sky suddenly became a big garden. Firecrackers are also not willing to show weakness, "pop, pop, pop" sound echoed in the sky. Do you know why it is so lively? It turns out that today is the New Year's Eve, also known as the "Spring Festival".
3, skillfully set up the beginning of the problem type
strange! "The first thing you need to do is to get on the bus and get out of the car and get on the bus. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
In the spring, everything is budding. What do you like? Is it the charming and colorful flowers, is it the slender and small grass, is it light as a yarn of white clouds, or is it the lively and lovely swallows? All of these, naturally, have fascinating features, but my favorite is the little dewdrops!
Psychological description of the beginning of the first time to see their own articles into type was published in the newspaper, the first time to hold with their own skills to earn the fee, excitement, pride, self-confidence, and so on all the happy feeling of a surge. I'm really great, my classmates will envy me, I want to congratulate myself.
4, art image metaphorical beginning
Teacher, you are never tired of the gardener; you are the root of the tree to transport nutrients; you are burning their own candles to illuminate us; you are the world's greatest engineer of the human soul.
My memory is a beautiful wooden box, open it, there are many pearls. Each pearl is a piece of my childhood.
Childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a string of pearls, make people stay in love, make people yearn for, childhood life of the little by little, I can never forget, because of this colorful dream and pearls put together a complete and beautiful childhood! Especially that one thing that makes me smile!
Childhood is like a painting, the pattern in the painting is colorful, each color is a thing that makes you remember. I'll talk about one of the interesting things!
Mr. Jin's family has a small car, like a turtle, four wheels are the turtle's feet, headlights like two eyes, but unfortunately no tail. Otherwise, it would be a perfect "turtle" car.
My name is Yuwen, and I am an intermediate student. In our talented and strong class, small eyebrows, small eyes, all day closed a mouth, I can be said to be a real "ugly duckling".