Teachers are great in my heart, because they teach us what they have learned in their lives to the best of their ability. It's also hard to prepare the lessons before they start. But they are still hardworking and selfless. Thinking of many ways to make us successful. The chalk has whitened their hair, and the years have gradually aged them. But they have no complaints, continue to work hard to teach us, for the community to do their part, to educate us into the flowers of the motherland, into a pillar of the country.
Mr. Gao, under your tutelage, we have become a batch of talented people. I want to say to you: Teacher, you work hard, you use hard sweat into a bit of manna, moisturize us to grow strong, if there is no your education, I'm afraid that there is no today's knowledgeable college students, there is no today's creativity ...... because the brain is based on the knowledge and imagined new ideas. Without you, people all over the world could have no knowledge in their heads, and without knowledge there would be no growth. Thank you for molding talents into shape with truth and wisdom, and letting the spring sunshine and sunrise shine in the mind. If you had not led us into the ocean of knowledge, we might not have this rich knowledge today. In ancient and modern times, everyone's growth is saturated with the heart and soul of teachers. It's as if the students have gotten excellent grades, of course, teachers usually pay the effort.
Mr. Gao, do you remember? My writing is not good, you and my parents have criticized me, but I did not take what you said to heart. In a summer vacation, you let us trace a pen character post, but I forgot, did not take it seriously, to the end of the school day, I hurriedly wrote this post, the words written very scribbling, some words beyond the grid, some missing many strokes, some black mass; can not see the words. The next morning, about seven o'clock, when my mother wanted to check my homework, check to the word post, because the writing is a mess, mom read it, stormy, angry, tore up my word post. Let me buy another book to re-write, I bought, mom watched me finish the book, writing to about 1 am. At the beginning of the school year, finally a well-written, beautiful word post handed in front of you, you also praised me.
Teacher, you are like a candle, burning themselves, illuminating others; teacher, you are like a silk worm, for students to spit out the last silk. But I have to say, the teacher is a kindling, sowing will ignite a prairie fire; the teacher is a horticulturist, nurturing millions of seedlings to thrive.
Please take "friends" as the theme, write a 300-word paragraphThe autumn wind blew through the treetops, yellow leaves have scattered, this scene reminds me of a long time friend. My friend's name is Ouyang Huimin, medium-sized, she has a round face, her eyes are big and full of energy, and when I see her short black hair, I know that she is a lively and happy girl.
I have been with her for five years, like sisters, we do anything is to discuss, never stubborn. Once, we met on Sunday to travel. The day, we set off together, walk to halfway, suddenly a foreign tourists with a map came over, pointing to a place on the map, asked how we should go. The bus had already arrived, and I urged her to get on the bus quickly, but Huimin said, "We should help him find this place." I said, "If we help him find it, it will take a while, and then it will delay our trip." She said, "We are traveling and this tourist is also traveling. What if we can't find the place like he did, and the people who ask don't care like we did, then what should we do? We should be in a hurry!" I was finally convinced by her. So we went together to look for the place, and in about half an hour we had completed our obligatory guided tour. We happily continued our journey. I don't know if it was because of doing a good deed, but it was especially fun to play.
Later, she went to a foreign country with her parents. Although she and I are separated, but our friendship is inseparable, we often exchange messages.
Her helpfulness and eagerness to help others have always been y imprinted in my mind
"In the quiet of the night, the stars are shining, and the teacher's room is bright all night long..."
"The teacher's room is bright all night long..."
"The teacher's room is bright all night long..."
"The teacher's room is bright all night long..."
"The teacher's room is bright and bright all night long. ... "When the song came from not far away, it reminded me of my teachers ......
With long hair, a pair of rimless glasses, a bright smile, a simple dress, this is my favorite teacher.
The teacher is so approachable, so kind, so responsible.
Teachers teach us to understand the text, teach us to read Tang poetry and Song lyrics, teach us to write good essays,
Teach us to deal with people, and even to correct our behavioral habits and wrong ideas, even at the expense of spending a lesson after a lesson of time ...... Teachers for us to prepare a table after a table of rich spiritual food, so that we can absorb the full nutrients, so that we have a lot of time to learn. Let us absorb the full nutrition, but also pointed out the direction to the door of knowledge for us, is the teacher let us know the human "truth, goodness, beauty"!
It is often said that "the eyes are the windows of the soul". Yes, the eyes are indeed the window to the soul, just like the teacher. When I talk in class, the teacher's stern gaze will be like an arrow shot over, scared me immediately stop talking; when I took a high score and complacent, the teacher's eyes will tell me can not be proud to continue to work hard; when I met with frustration and sadness, the teacher's encouraging gaze as if a beam of sunshine into my heart has been the darkness of the heart, so that I feel bright, feel warm. The teacher's eyes are the source of my confidence!
This is my favorite teacher, kind, humorous, knowledgeable and talented. When I achieve results, can share the happiness with me; when I encounter confusion, can give me guidance. In my growth process, not only is my mentor, but also a good friend who can speak freely
Walking in the rain as the theme, write a 200-word paragraphAfter school, the sky was full of dark clouds, I was trying to look up to see the sky, a lightning bolt pierced the sky, and the thunder also nonchalantly sounded the drums of war. "Drop" a drop of rain on my head, the rain is also happy to fall from the sky, after a short and meaningful trip. Rain pattered down, they hit the willow tree leaves, the leaves of the waist are not straight up: they hit the colorful umbrellas, slipped down: they fell on people's heads, and fell down.
Through the hazy window, the whole world is colorful, there is a red light of the sign, silver cars, want to sky like umbrellas. It was all there. It was a wonderful drizzle that added a touch of color to the world. I saw a dreamy pink, it is like candy as sweet; sea-like blue, it is like the sky as clear, let people look at it will be in a general: of course, there are dark green willow trees, it is like our guards stand in the roadside.
There are also flying sparrows in the sky, scrambling to find their way home: the spiders on the webs of the trees are constantly weaving their webs, ready to withstand the rain: the ants are also moving at full speed towards their other home.4 The rain is playing a beautiful and moving "flute" sound, "drip, drip, drip, drip", "drip, drip". "Tick-tock" the rain is singing, singing one happy note after another all around us. "Rustle" rain more big, the leaves were rain hit out of shape, but also for this hot world to add a trace of fresh breath, for the willow lose a layer of turquoise clothing, for this boring earth brought a wonderful note.
Looking at the joy of the rain to the world, listening to the voice of the rain, smell the freshness of the rain to bring us, I feel doubly happy, the rain came to the world, enjoy this short but meaningful journey, our life is not like the rain? The raindrops bring us fresh joy, but also to the earth this long-awaited rain, we should also like the raindrops so leave something, is not it?
To the candle or the moon as the theme, write a 300-word fragment, how to write?Another year of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and will again welcome that full plate moon.
This year's moon, seems to be slightly shy than in previous years. In the foggy sky, the moon quietly exudes her cold light, light scattered to the fog, like clouds and not clouds. The whole night seemed ghostly, cold but extremely beautiful. Occasionally jumping stars are the moon's best dance partner. But the stars are just dance partners, they can never cover the moon that fresh and unassuming beauty!
How many legends about the moon ah, in that mysterious and cold planet, living in the most beautiful woman, planted the most beautiful laurel, where there is pounding medicine of the Jade Rabbit, with people on the moon palace all the fantasies.
We compare the moon to Cindy ....
In this foggy night, let us wait for the most beautiful face of the moon!
The word count doesn't seem to be quite enough ....
The Earth is the most beautiful planet in the Universe. But unfortunately, in recent centuries, due to the rapid growth of population, industrial development, our planet is gradually losing his former style, now, our mother earth has been sick. Nowadays, most of the water on earth is not directly applicable. It can be used by all life on land...
On the first day of the New Year, I came to Nantong Imjin Performing Arts Plaza with my father and mother, and my aunt and uncle, and started our New Year's Day night party.
We talked and laughed into the square door, into the eyes of the countless tables and chairs, as well as the audience sitting around the table, the ears are deafening music, my feet can not help with the rhythm of the music shaking up.
We chose a box and sat down comfortably, and my aunt and uncle ordered me two orders of popcorn, a large plate of fruit, a cup of steaming milk tea, and many other delicious snacks.
From the show time is still far away, will do business with the staff will be moved to a long time ready to draw cards, I saw many children are up to draw, the heart is also itching, as if my aunt saw through my mind, handed me 20 yuan, I was full of hope to go to the stage, asked for a 29, but unfortunately just an encouragement prize, but better than nothing!
Soon the show began, the program is really rich, sketches, acrobatics, anti-string art, song and dance ...... look at their hilarious performances, I laughed on the sofa straight roll. The most fun to count the reverse art, an actress dressed in flamboyant, dancing on the stage, but also sang a number of girls' songs, but finally the host told us that this is a man played, we were stunned, followed by me laughing at that non-stop patting the bed and playing chair.
The show was over, and when I walked out of the square, I felt exhausted because my strength was gone from laughing. Today, it was a wild night!
Write a fragment of 400 words on the theme of "the action of father's love"
Take my answer O(∩_∩)O~
On the road of life, there are always some people, some things, and even some words, a story ...... inadvertently touched your heart, enlightened your soul, and lighted up your mind.
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea.
After I read this sentence in the book, a fragment in my mind, like a flash point, flickered and appeared. Suddenly it was like pressing enter, and after making sure, it surfaced clearly:
That day, I found a seat in the front row of the bus, the back of the seat was empty, and there were many middle-aged people standing in the corridor. The bus was a four-way bus. The road is relatively long, at 404 that, there is a grandmother Xu on board, looking at him full of gray hair. Steps slowly forward, looking at people worry, my selfishness occupies the whole space: let or not, or not let it. I'm sitting here, so comfortable, why should I let it go? I have a "bright idea", the bag loaded with a book out of the pretense of looking.
The car moved forward, the car people on and off, down and on, over and over again, but the grandmother it, still standing there, my heart suddenly surged on a wave of sour, eyes do not know how, suddenly spewed out a kind of indescribable tears.
"Granny, you do it here!" A tender 10-year-old child's voice, y touched my heart, like a small fire, lit the lamp in my mind, that both dark and no bright private heart, in that moment, bright, darkness is limited, but bright can eventually drive away the darkness. "Gimme--" The harsh sound of brakes interrupted my thoughts. The little girl who gave way because of the limited altitude problem, nearly fell, I do not know what the reaction, a moment to catch her, let her sit in my seat ......
Yes, the road of life, people, things, words, stories ...... can be in the inadvertently touch your heart, enlighten your soul and light up your mind.
A kiosk.
A laid-off worker.
A lamp.
Under the moonlight, the hut seems to be uniquely quiet, only to hear the leaves dancing with the wind "rustle" sound, and from time to time, I can see a pair of wildcats that glowing eyes, the lamp, has been lit, although dim, but in the dark night is so blinding.
I often passed by that kiosk, and from time to time I greeted the aunt who ran it, and she would give me a piece of gum or a small snack. Once I went to her to buy something but forgot to bring money because I was in a hurry, she smiled and said, "Take the stuff first, don't be in a hurry to give me money." She would often put the leftovers on the side of the road and give them to those poor stray cats and dogs to eat, so that they seem to have found a home.
Every morning around six o'clock, before dawn. She had already arrived at the kiosk, gently opened the dream, and then placed the items, after the inventory, she sat in front of the kiosk, resting on her cheeks, squinting, looking up at the blue sky or watching the traffic on the street. I had noticed her hands that had become rough and tanned due to the wind and sun, and I had noticed her face that was wrinkled due to the wasted years. I thought she might have been a beauty when she was young, but the passage of time had changed her. The silver threads on her head were growing, and her back didn't seem as straight as it once was. But what hasn't changed is her warm, angelic love.
Every New Year's Eve, when the lights are on, the place that was already quiet seems even quieter, some people advised her: "Transfer this store, go to find a better job." But she shook her head firmly and said she wanted to keep working. She was such a persistent pursuer and never gave up. No matter how windy or rainy, no matter how strong the sun is, how harsh the cold wind is, she has always been sticking to her work.
When I was young, I asked her childishly, "Auntie, when are you going to do this?" She smiled and touched my head and said, "Until I can't walk."
She was like this, day after day, year after year, guarding the side of the kiosk, enthusiastic for others to do good. That familiar figure had appeared in front of me countless times, she is the bright light in my heart, never extinguished, shining in my heart, warming my heart.
The quiet night, there will always be a weak or bright light for a long time to shine, calling the children playing outside to go home. --Title
The light can illuminate the night even if it is weak, just like children who are tired of playing, looking for the place full of light, they know that the place where there is light is the warmth of the embrace, is the generous arms, is the home of the soul. Finding her, the folds of the heart can be smoothed out, leaving a clean slate without a trace. That is a lamp that lights up the heart, that is the call of the mother.
I remember when I was small, even if the family is not very rich, or spent ten thousand dollars to buy me that big guy. In order to urge me to learn the piano, my mother insisted on practicing with me every day, and recorded all the points that the teacher said. But day by day, I got tired of learning the piano, and later I even made the unreasonable request to give up learning the piano.
My mother listened carefully to my catharsis, and at that time I clearly saw the tears she held in her eyes, and she silently touched me, even if it was just a drop of hot tears can always support my heart, as if a lamp with a melted wick warmed me. So I compromised and practiced twice as hard.
Nowadays, heavy school work has taken up most of my time, and I no longer have time to take care of my hobbies. On a random occasion, I opened the lid of the piano, gently wiped away the dust on the keyboard, and revisited the song "Adeline on the Water" played by Richard Clayderman. I have long known my mother's high expectations of me, and I also know that every key, every inch of the piano is the blood and sweat of my parents, and I can not resist all the selfless and unreserved love she has given me. Just like the sound of the piano, it can always pull you back from the edge of confusion and despair, jumping notes can always make you feel as good as in the toy kingdom. I gently turn off the light, but never touch its beating heart, a finger play is the wrong sound. Open the light, everything around you again have unlimited energy, the original is that the light gives all life to the spirit.
It dawned on me that without the light of the lamp is equal to the car lost the steering wheel and can not control the direction. The lamp of the heart is the essential light of enlightenment in this arduous journey, and it will accompany me in the dark days. Without the light of that lamp, and my mother's love for me to light up my dusty heart for a long time, so that I am back on the sunny road, so that I am no longer afraid to walk in the dark night, because the lamp of my heart has been lit!
The light of that one lamp always covers all darkness. I am sure that in that quiet night, there is always a light that always shines, always bright ......
Don't forget to adopt ^_^
Write a 100-word paragraph on the topic of "Fearless Heart""Fearless Heart" is a 2008 Thai romance film that is based on the story of a young man who was born in the late 19th century. A Thai love story film from 2008. It stars Aum Artichart and Margie.
The main character is devastated by the death of his fiancée, and meets the main character, who has been his favorite since he was a child, and gradually they have feelings for each other. The fiancée's sister suddenly appears, and with a pair of the same looks as her sister wants to destroy the relationship between the hero and the heroine, can it succeed