In the study, work and even life, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the essay, right, the essay according to the genre can be divided into narrative, expository, application essay, argumentative essay. Then the question comes, how in the end should write an excellent essay? The following is my collection of excellent essays on the picture for you, welcome to read and collect.
picture excellent essay 1On the ribbon of memory, there is a picture called happiness. It is framed in the sweet and sour growing grapevine, framed in the carefree grassland of childhood.
It was a deep as sapphire sky, with a touch of orange-red evening sun in the sky, and the breeze gently blowing the hair around the ears. There were three innocent girls, chasing after each other, the sweet honey in their hearts flowing into a river, flowing into a string of laughter. That moment of perfect time forever stalled in my memory, reflected in my tearful eyes, the original this is called happiness ...... three innocent girls is me and my cousin's family two girls. We grew up together, slept in the same bed, shared a cup, and even walked hand in hand, unwilling to separate.
That time was when we finally caught grasshoppers together, and it was the happiest time for us. The dense evening breeze brushed our three childish face, we also tirelessly chased, ran, sang, called ...... a child this is called happy, grew up, only to understand that this is called happiness. The friendship between us is so pure, the air is filled with the flavor of our happiness. The two of them are smaller than me, but their love for me is no less than mine for them. We were together for six years, excluding the time of school, we will be together, do everything together, that kind of closeness, that kind of attachment is a unique treasure in our childhood.
With the growth of age, learning pressure increases, the reunion time and the number of times less and less, separated from us will eventually in the polishing of time to forget each other. People are growing up, but the feelings have not grown up, we can no longer find that part of the childhood, but we will choose to forget that happiness?
Come up with the memory of the old days, like eating sour grapes, I was in tears, but also sweet heart.
It is fixed in the river of my memory. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. Because it is called happiness, it is my treasure, it is the witness of our friendship and perfect affection, it is the perfect memory of our joyful childhood.
In the memory of this ribbon, the final grasshopper catching scene, although through the vicissitudes, but still clear and bright. Looking back at the clear picture fixed in the memory, gently say to myself: Farewell, childhood.
Memory is a drop of water spread in the palm of your hand, a star that suddenly appears in the blurry sky. That picture, all the time, is holding me, so that I can not forget.
When I was a child, I was especially greedy, often clamoring for my grandmother to buy me cotton candy, I think cotton candy is the world's most delicious, the most beautiful things, colorful, melt in the mouth. At that time, no matter how busy grandmother, will put down the hands of the work, accompany me to buy.
When I was little, I didn't know how to make cotton candy, but I just thought it was especially magical. The seller of cotton candy always poured a small spoonful of sugar into a small round hole, and then took a thin stick to stir it around, and then a moment later, the cotton candy came out as if it were fairy-like and light, and then I would always ask my grandma, "Grandma, how could the cotton candy come out from the inside all of a sudden? " Grandma kindly said: "Because you are the marshmallow princess, marshmallow like you, so it came out." At this time I will eat while jumping around and say: "I am the marshmallow princess! I'm the Marshmallow Princess!" Grandma would also say gently, "You are the prettiest little princess."
Now I have grown up, I also understand how the marshmallow is made, every week home will go to grandma's house, and grandma talk about the past, grandma will laugh and say: "You ah, is a silly girl, that time I said what you believe, a marshmallow princess can be happy for days, hahaha .... ..." Every time this grandmother's kind face overflowing with happiness, my heart always.
Now that my grandmother is old, I am also a resident of the school, in the school all the time not to worry about grandma, I would rather do grandma's silly girl, do grandma's "Marshmallow Princess!
I am grandma's silly girl for life!
picture excellent essay 3Looking up, the winding mountains, the majestic and dangerous mountains, the endless road, the dark and deep night. Hunger and fear come head on, this dark night is silent and frightening. Move your feet, dragging the tired body, another mountain, there is another, this long road, when can we go to the end ah?
Tired and bitter
Broken clothes, old straw sandals, day and night a hundred and eighty. I don't remember when the sky darkened, my eyes blurred. The darkness of the night has squeezed the last ounce of energy out of me. The road in front of me was getting bumpier and bumpier, the wind swept by, and the rain kept pounding the ground. For some reason, the night was as dark as an abyss, never ending. The darkness in front of my eyes, the hunger in my body, only the tenacious fighting spirit, the conviction to win, bring me the courage and strength to go forward. I will never fall!
Thrill and danger
The wind is sullen, the iron rope is cold, the front and back to break the heavenly danger. The waves rolled and roared. I used to be like brothers and sisters of comrades rushed up. In the rain of bullets, life and death, they disregarded everything, just for the heart of the unattainable but also seems to be close to the ideal. The icy cold of the iron rope could not cool their hearts. Every time they took a step, someone would fall. Down they instinctively struggle, but also hang a few smiles. Leave the chance of life to others, but let themselves fall into Fengdu City.
Cold and Hunger
Thousands of miles of snow, ten thousand miles of frost, step by step difficult still forward. The snowy white color seals the mountains, but not everyone's footsteps. The first time I've ever seen a woman in a car, I've seen her in a car, and I've never seen her in a car. The snow was below our knees. We looked at our ration bags, but there was not a single grain of dry food. Hunger and cold loomed large in our minds, like a lingering shadow, like an enemy we couldn't get rid of. The thin clothes can not stop the cold, prick the human skin, a few days of hunger and how to make people half of the spirit?
Step by step, the endless road will come to an end!
A picture of the past struggle, a piece of suffering to overcome the picture. It's all in my mind, and it's always in my heart, so I can't forget it.
picture excellent essay 4During the epidemic, there is a group of people, they stick to their ordinary positions, they are ordinary people, but they leave us some unforgettable picture.
During the pandemic, a picture was very memorable, a doctor in protective clothing pushed an old man in his eighties lying in a hospital bed out to watch the sunset. The old man held up his thin hand and pointed to a slanting sunset hanging in the sky, and the doctor stopped to look at it, and the figure in the afterglow was really unforgettable. The old man, who had been hospitalized for nearly a month, finally enjoyed a long-lost sunset, and his face should have been beaming. When I saw this picture, I was very touched, tears in the eye sockets. The beauty of the world may not be more beautiful than the mountains and rivers, the sun and moon, the twilight of the Milky Way. To be accompanied by love is the happiest. This picture reflects the doctors and the old man **** the same confidence, will be able to win the epidemic prevention and control of the blockade. The old man's finger pointing to the sunset symbolizes victory.
During the new crown pneumonia, a picture on the Italian official website caught my attention. It was of two Chinese nurse girls resting on a bed in a square-bay hospital, two nurses looking tired and exhausted. Behind them was an empty hospital room. They had taken care of all the patients, one by one they were discharged to their homes before they could sit down and rest. Once again, I was touched by the selflessness of these nurses as they devoted themselves to the patients. If there really are angels in the world, I believe it must be countless her and their likeness.
I sincerely thank these health care workers for their silent dedication. They deliver love with their actions and warmth with their smiles, and they are all the most adorable people. Salute to the majority of health care workers.
Picture Excellent Essay 5In the quiet days of life, I grew, touched and harvested. There is also a charming beauty in the ordinary years, and my father's love is the most beautiful picture in my memory.
The days of July and August are like the face of a child, saying change. The day of the summer vacation make-up class. The wind was howling, thunder and lightning, and there was a torrential downpour.
I thought it was a thunderstorm, after a while will be good, but the rain outside the classroom window is still pattering, I began to get restless, so much rain, how to go home? "Bell -" class is over, but everyone has lost their vigor and wilted in the class.
"Ugh!" A sigh of relief spread in the classroom, I looked up at the sky, still so gloomy, there is no choice but to rush home.
"Ah, why is it raining so hard." In less than a moment I was soaked, "Never mind, it's all out." I tried to comfort myself.
Finally arrived home, grandparents rushed out of the door and helped me pick up my school bag, "Where's your dad?" "Don't understand." "How can it? As soon as it rained, he went to deliver the raincoat." Unexplained and worried all of a sudden surged on Grandma's face, he quickly walked back to the room, one, two, three phone calls in a row were unanswered, "This can be how to do it, it won't be ...... bah, look at me this crow's mouth." Grandma muttered to herself.
After 12:30, "thud" knocking sound, I stride to open the door, "Dad, you're back!" Grandma also rushed over, "You this dead child, where have you been?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was waiting for you near the school, when suddenly a car came by and scraped me down, and my hand bled, so I had to go to the hospital first, I couldn't give you my raincoat, I'm sorry." I looked up at my father, dark face full of rain and dirt marks, although wearing a raincoat, but the clothes are also completely wet, I walked up, grabbed my father's hand, through the gauze, I saw a bright red wound, my tears flowed down at once, fell on the gauze, and my father's blood melted together, and my gaze was fixed at once.
People often say that a mother's love is like water, but I think that my father's love is not only as great as a mountain, but also as delicate as water, and I firmly believe that there is a picture fixed in the memory to support.
Grandpa's house has a cherry tree, whenever the cherry ripening season comes, I will go back to Grandpa's house, see this cherry tree, I can always remember that.
As a child, I often stood under the cherry tree, looking up at a ruby-like cherries, gulping, reaching out a few times, but always out of reach.
When I was a child, because I like to eat cherries, so when the cherries are ripe, I always love to run to my grandpa's house, every time I go to my grandpa's house, my grandpa will always be like a magic trick to change a big bowl of watery cherries, I grab a handful of them, and straight to the mouth. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Day after day, year after year, I am in the sweetness of the cherries, growing bigger and bigger, and Grandpa's original robust body, but in the passage of years more and more thin, I finally reach the cherries, I picked a few cherries in the mouth, slowly chewing, sweet juice down my throat, really refreshing. Grandpa on the side of the crutches, smiling and watching me eat. This warm and fuzzy picture really touched me. I wish we could stay with each other all the time.
But one day, the elderly grandfather because of cherry picking accidentally fell from the stool, hospitalized, I went to the hospital to visit him, grandfather just peacefully closed his eyes, the top of the head drooped a few strands of white hair, I am afraid that my grandfather will ......
That year the cherry grows very strong, and red and big, a flash with the The sunlight through the leaf gap, sprinkled in my face, I picked a thrown into the mouth, there is still a light fragrance, but why is there an astringent sour flavor in it?
I stared at the lush leaves, childhood memories have a little bit of convergence ......
Now, Grandpa stood under the tree again, looking at a large and red cherries, tiptoe, right arm raised high, to the cherry to reach out, up to reach out to the hand is also exposed tendons, and constantly trembling, Grandpa! I'm not going to be able to do that.
Thinking back to these, my eyes moist, grandpa cherry picking these images, very much let me moved. I look forward to next year, I can pick these red and big cherries, respectfully sent to grandpa in front, so that the smile as if eating honey can bloom in his face again, so that the flower of happiness in the heart of grandpa bloom.
picture excellent essay 7In the cold night wrapped in the thick smell of fireworks, this year's Spring Festival has become the past tense, quietly sunk in the vast river of history.
Starting from the second day of the lunar calendar, the tide of visiting friends and relatives kicked off early. The streets are full of endless streams and people come and go, that position, everyone seems to be all the people with their own relatives to visit all over the bar. The air is brewing with the intoxicating flavor of the festival, of course, the most wonderful is the lively scene when friends and relatives meet.
On the third day of the month, my sister and I braved the drizzle to visit our relatives. To the second aunt's house, the five of us holding the top to the chin of the gift box up the stairs, not yet entered the door to hear a hubbub in the house - the sound of conversation and the clanking of pots and pans. It was only when we got inside that we saw that the house of our second aunt was already jammed with people. In the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the living room, it was overcrowded, the seven great aunts, cousins and cousins' husbands, aunts and uncles were all there. As soon as she entered, she rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to help, while we talked in the living room. I'm not sure where to put my hands, but I've been trying to find a place where I can get some help, and I'm not sure where to put my hands.
Soon, the fruits of the labor of the first and second aunts were brought to the table, and a dozen people finally settled around the table and sat down. Amidst all the pushing and persuading, we raised our chopsticks.
We are almost finished eating, the two chefs came out of the mountain, take up the apron to sit down to eat, eat and talk with us, but it is just a few short words, or mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict and so on, I don't remember very clearly. Big Aunt told her daughters that when she was a young girl at home, the neighbors asked her mother to prepare more fire for her daughters. She asked what she was preparing the fire for. The neighbor said, "If the daughters eat the roasted meat, the daughters and their mother will see each other again in a hundred years." I suddenly had a sour nose, and my heart was full of mixed feelings.
The children were talking, and the mothers were smiling. The face is rosy and serene, and the peace and quiet to listen. Mothers talk, children with a smile, there are taught like, from time to time, nodding, in a trance this exudes a cold light incandescent lamp, but also became warm, so that people can not help but be weary, intoxicated in this picture of joy and harmony.
picture excellent essay 8Time old man unknowingly has gone a long way, but still stubbornly refused to stop, as if in a hurry to catch up with what. On the road he traveled, leaving many people's memories, and the picture in my memory happens to be that photo.
It was a windy morning, the wind mischievously blew over my collar, the ghostly summer grass exudes a fresh fragrance, the willows fluttering in the wind, happy to celebrate us, it was a day of sadness and joy. The joy is that we graduated from the sixth grade and can step into junior high school, the tragedy is that this is more symbolic of separation, as sad as that farewell song of the blackboard. The sixth grade class stood on the red carpeted steps, each with a smile on their face, but their hearts were filled with the pain of parting. With the flash of the camera, all our memories are stored above.
Now hold up that dusty photo, the inner memories but through the infinite good, that a photo, the record is not only that moment, but also a collective memory. Brain show memories, remember the chorus competition together sing the song "Let's Swing the Oars"; remember in the playground together throwing sandbags; remember the New Year's Day gala, we grabbed the bench together ...... I remember everything everything, let me can not forget.
stepped into the middle school, as if I entered a new world, where there is no joy, no games, only boring talk, as if everyone's childish heart has died out, I desperately trying to save these status quo, but found that it is just futile, like looking for that glimmer of light in the darkness, but did not expect to be drowned by the darkness of their own, drowning their own childish heart, I can not go back to the past. I can only silently `adapt to what has changed. But fortunately there is that photo still retains my memories.
Sometimes, the mind, carrying a picture of the framing of the picture, and this photo is more carrying locked in the heart of the low beautiful - that was intended to be dusty memories.
There are many images in life that are unforgettable to me, and I think the most unforgettable image is the change of seasons in nature.
Spring - life
When the horn of spring, blowing away the cold winter ice, blowing the frozen spring water, blowing the vast earth, I also can not wait to open the sleepy eyes, spring, finally once again opened the prologue of life, the dry branches of the tree grew out of the green buds of the withered flowers and grew new branches and buds. Spring, the beginning of life, such a picture let me linger.
Summer - watering
When the summer raindrops, watering the new life, washing the muddy mind, to the plants in the earth warm greetings. Rain is a regular visitor to summer. In the rainy season, I like to stay alone in front of a small window, observing the throbbing outside the window, feeling the existence of life, summer, the process of growth, such a picture, let me linger.
Autumn - harvest
When the autumn breeze, blowing down the reddish maple leaves, blowing yellow wheat in the rice paddies, blowing warm farmers uncle's heart. The golden wheat was cut by the farmers in bunches and bunches, and their hearts were satisfied, because the labor of a year can finally be rewarded. Autumn, harvest time, such a picture, let me linger.
Winter - pure
When the winter snowflakes, falling in the flowing river, falling on the flat eaves, falling on the hands of children. In winter, even if there is a cold Norden piercing the bones, people's faces still have a sunny warmth. It is white and flawless, it is kind, it is for the big trees to put on a new makeup, so that he is not so cold; it is for the grass covered with a quilt, so that he is no longer frozen; it is for the mountains sprinkled with sunshine, so that he is no longer cold, winter, the season of purity, such a picture, so that I linger.
Nature is magical, is beautiful, this four seasons of the picture, let me linger.
Picture Excellent Essay 10There are many pictures floating in memory, some of which are as fleeting as a dream, and some of which are as lingering as a shadow. In the gallery of memory, there is a different story behind each memory. When a picture floating in front of your eyes, perhaps you will raise the corners of your mouth, showing a smile; perhaps you will be locked eyebrows; or perhaps your eyes have long been full of tears.
Often, we thought we would never forget things, in our lifetime, we will never forget the days we forget, but everyone is remembering the past, in that short time disappeared, to miss that fixed in the memory picture.
I remember that winter, an abnormal winter. I'm glad to see the "legendary" snow in this winter, although not as snowy as the book, not so pure, but still personally experienced the taste of snow, really extraordinary ah! Standing in front of the window, pulling open the curtains, watching the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, like dancing elves, she is so pure, perfect. Watch them slowly fall on the roof, the earth, the trees, slowly covering the earth, occasionally stars of snowflakes will drift down on the windowsill, carefully observe its shape, each piece is very delicate, beautiful like a kind of art, stretch out the palm of your hand to meet the snowflakes bring the cold, but in my heart feel warm, after all, in the south can not be seen in the snow.
I think it is the existence of snow, the north wind howling cold winter will not feel lonely; will not let the people walking in the street feel lonely; to the whole winter added a touch of vitality.
For the children snowball fight is the most happy thing, take off the gloves to feel the cold of winter, to meet the baptism of snow. "Snap!" Snowballs bloom from the body, the perfect picture is fixed in this moment.
Time passes like a shuttle, indeterminate, this perfect picture can only be caught by our self. I tried to string together the images in my memory, and found that these images are like the symphony of life, playing a wonderful life belonging to each person!
Pictures Excellent Essay 11Love is the storage box in the brain that can store millions of things, and that incident is still fresh in my mind until today.
2011, a year to mourn. Yushu earthquake, opened the door to everyone's heart, a slab of stone, a house fell, mercilessly the elderly, adults, children pressed. The lucky ones survived; the unfortunate ones lost their lives. But those who can survive are at best a one-winged angel.
My sister and I were determined to visit these poor children.
After a long journey, we arrived at the disaster area. One by one, the children's faces were full of grief, and I thought: the heavy pressure should have crushed their hearts. We came to the children's school, it can be said that the children living in the city than the children living in the disaster area thousands of times better - simple desks, broken chairs, has rusted washbasin, there are more than ten people but only 30 square meters of the dormitory, seventy people in a classroom classroom ------ the face of a child became wrinkled, black. and blackened. This is not a happy childhood for children. So I brought them some toys, I want them to enjoy the happiness and joy of city life. Although he lost his relatives, but I will try to give a contribution.
I continued to walk forward and saw a five or six-year-old little brother crying. We ran up and asked, "What's wrong with you, little brother?" "My mom is missing, big sister, can you help me find my mom?" Sister then realized that the little brother had lost his mommy, so she said, "Your mommy has gone to a far away place, she will see you there!" The little brother broke into tears and ran off to finish with his little friend.
What is love? Love is a caring attitude; love is a move to help others; love is a warmth of kindness to others; love is a meticulous care; love is a timeless picture that makes my heart happy.
Love is a gentle spring wind, curling into our hearts, so that we feel comfortable; love is the sunset in the fall, with us **** enjoy the evening light; love is the winter rays of sunshine and silk cold wind together, bathing us, refreshing.
Picture Excellent Essay 12"Hoo - hoo -", the icy wind mixed with the silk rain accompanied by the descent of the dark night, quietly came.
I walked out of the school, looking at the endless darkness of the night, suddenly remembered that today I may have to go home to eat by myself, and thought of my mother should be standing at the school gate waiting for a parent-teacher conference, I feel a trace of desolation in my heart.
Just as I lowered my head and was ready to walk in the direction of home, a familiar and warm call rang in my ears: "Ju Chuanlin." It was my mother, I turned my head, not knowing what to do, only to see my mother slowly walked towards me, handed a warm bag to my hand, said to me "This is I went to the pie store to buy you dinner, go home quickly, or it will be cold ......" At that instant, my heart was overwhelmed by a feeling called "the heart of the world". In that moment, my heart was warmed by a kind of warm current called "touching", and before my eyes appeared the figure of my mother standing in the darkness of the night, holding a bag in her hand, waiting for me. I also remembered my own in the usual mother of all kinds of not, and her backtalk, ignore her, as well as the results of this test, the so-called "rebellious period" of the psychological immediately rupture, with the cold wind drifting to the far away. Eyes involuntarily moist, throat is also a little dry, can only be a strong "well, good" to answer mom's words, afraid that she will hear what I have something wrong. Mom also urged: "If you are afraid of the cold, go home and close the window, call me when you get home." Then only reluctantly left.
I stood in place to look at the back of the mother can not come back to God, with a hand touch the bag in the hand, a warm feeling immediately with the heart, I raised my head, the silent night became more colorful, the cold wind also became warm up. In that cold dark night, my mom's love for me is extraordinarily warm, making me unforgettable.
People always linger on the stunning flash in the pan, the majesty of the famous monuments, but do not know, in the life of the beauty of the picture is also sometimes there. That day, the picture of that mutual help, let me linger, become the most beautiful picture in my heart.
The four seasons in the non-stop flow, the early summer of the scorching heat of a pass, the blink of an eye to the late fall, the autumn wind accompanied the falling leaves to finish the last dance, turning the gorgeous curtain, fell to a pair of cloth shoes next to me, I looked along the top, found that in front of me sitting in a pair of old couples are facing the setting sun chatting.
"Alas, do you remember the moment we just met?" "Remember, of course I remember, think of the year ......" a touch of laughter can not help but climb on the corner of my mouth, the original in the old days to catch up ah!
A gust of autumn wind came, swept the leaves on the ground, but also swayed the grandmother's thin lapel. "Cough, cough ......" "Really, to add more clothes to keep warm it." The old grandfather frowned, got up and took a thick scarf, carefully wrapped around the grandmother's neck, his fingers clumsily through the grandmother's hair, as through the long years, the scarf a circle around a circle, as around the wheel of that time, the simple and simple scarf, holding heavy love thoughts, the two of them looked at each other and smiled for a moment, the world seems to be left with only the two of them, recorded the The story belongs to them, depicting the beautiful picture between them, I looked at them, actually forgot to leave, such a picture let me linger, how can I shed my feet?
Finally, they got up to leave, arm in arm, can not tell who is helping, or perhaps in the mutual reliance, they are old, but not old is the feelings, perhaps they will walk into the dusk hand in hand, but in my eyes, they are like the warmth of the sunshine in the morning sunlight, they walk into the light together, it is so dazzling, so that I linger ... ...
The seconds fly, and then the sunny days will usher in the night, time flies, and then the beautiful spring will usher in the winter, but the old couple's inadvertent hands and feet, are composed of a picture of mutual help, like the moon in the dark night, like the warmth of the winter sun, let me stop, let me linger.
Picture Excellent Essay 14"The evening wind blows up the white hair on your temples, smoothing out the scars left by memories, the light and darkness in your eyes are mixed, and a smile is born, the twilight covers your hobbling steps, and you walk into the painting hidden by the bed, and you in the painting talk with your head bowed." Whenever I hear this song "The Wind Rises", I always have a vague shadow of a little boy holding the hand of a weathered old man, walking in the sunset, walking ......
"Chenchen, you know how to memorize "Ascending Leyouyuan"?" I shook my head, and Grandpa said, "Chenchen, listen carefully. Grandpa will recite it to you: I was not feeling well at night, and I drove up to the ancient plains. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearly dusk. Do you know the meaning of this poem, Chenchen?" I shook my head, I hadn't even heard of this poem, how could I know it? Grandpa said, "Morningside, Grandpa will explain it to you, you have to memorize it by heart." I nodded. "In an unhappy mood in the evening, I drove up to Leyouyuan. The setting sun ah though infinitely beautiful and unforgettable, only it was already approaching dusk. And Grandpa, like that sunset, is about to set." I remember I nodded my head, and when I looked up, I saw a hint of anticipation in my grandfather's eyes.
Since then, I have asked my grandfather to tell me Tang poems, recite Song lyrics, and read Yuan operas every day. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
On the eve of his serious illness, he also told me a Tang poem, Du Qiuniang's "Golden Wispy Clothes", "I advise you not to cherish the golden wisp of clothes, I advise you to cherish the youth. The flower blossom can be folded and must be folded, don't wait until there is no flower to fold the branch." Grandpa didn't give me an explanation, but walked out of his room, leaving me alone. I understood the meaning of the poem: don't cherish glory and wealth, but cherish your youth. Just like the blooming flowers, you should pick them in time. If you don't pick them in time, when the flowers fall in spring, you will have to break the branches. Grandpa wants me to study hard. Don't waste your youth. It also confirms what is said on the Internet: children without umbrellas must run hard. You do not work hard now, no one in the future, to grieve for you.
"The heart of the heart goes with the wind. In the name of love are you still willing?" The dream woke up, I can only study hard to make my grandfather who is far away happy.
Picture Excellent Essay 15Many touching stories do not have too many words mixed in, just a look, a gesture can warm the heart.
The weather in the evening has a touch of heat, the victory of the summer has just passed, the weather will become gloomy, as if the pressure people can not breathe, "Ya, what's wrong."
The evening weather was a little hot, but the weather became gloomy, as if people could not breathe.
I crossed the street and asked an uncle, "What the hell happened." The old man fell on his own, and it was not a bad fall." "Why didn't anyone go up to help him?" "Hey, who dares ah, in case you rely on what to do." Listening to the side of the passers-by said, "This old man is really poor, you go up to help it." "Why don't you go and help him?" "I'm afraid he's going to rely on me." "I also shoot ah, or call 120 it."
Hearing these words my heart is cold, I was ready to go up, there is a little girl with a backpack than I helped the old man ahead of time, she slowly picked up the old man from the ground, picked up the old man's crutches on the ground, doped the old man a little bit of help to the next step to the summer heat so that her face is full of beans and beads of sweat, down the cheeks of the downward dripping, small legs with a heavy pace, there is a slight A slight tremor, I even breathing become heavy, an exhale and inhale follow her footsteps, the surrounding passers-by a moment of tranquility, are looking at the little girl.
She carefully put the old man on the steps, took out a handkerchief from her schoolbag, and carefully wiped the blood on her forehead bit by bit, and gently got rid of the dust on her clothes with both hands, and the scene stunned me, and it will always remain in my mind in the same way as a photo.
Later, the ambulance came, the girl followed the car with the departure, no one knows who she is, in the middle of this she never said a word, but her glorious image is fixed in my memory, become my drive to the good and beautiful.