For thousands of years, how many people compare teachers to spring silkworms, candles, in her blood, selfless dedication, and how many of the motherland's flowers to become the pillars of the nine states of China! Who can know, which contains how much sweat and tears, countless times the warmth of the hand patted to your shoulder. I don't know which flower blossom moment, quietly, quietly, we came to the world, slowly, slowly to the age of school, then pestered his father to go to school. We can never forget the first time in our life, how happy and joyful.
The teacher gently patted down your shoulder, which contains millions of power. It was the teacher's kind smile, gentle words like a happy note to play a wonderful music, so that we were intoxicated. In this way, the teacher in our hearts sowed the fire of happiness, the campus is always ringing with our crisp, bright voice. What kind of happiness was that! Thus, all the joy we felt was due to our teacher's love. Teachers put all their hopes on our shoulders. It is in this way, painstakingly cultivate our teachers in the love of the road hard trekking, teach us how to behave, how to deal with things. When we feel the charm of knowledge, they patted your shoulder exhortation: students, do not forget to forge ahead ah; when we failed in learning, they patted your shoulder to encourage: success is from here to start; when we are sad, they patted your shoulder in comfort: students cheer up ah! How many unforgettable days! It is you - the glorious people's teachers, let us learn how to face difficulties, how to feel life, how to cherish happiness, how to self-development. Every time I look over my shoulder, I have unlimited strength. You not only took us to swim in the sea of knowledge, but more importantly taught us the weight of our shoulders. The bits and pieces of this, a moving scene to our life embellished wonderful and beautiful, but also consolidate our memories engraved in our hearts.
Although we are just a round of the rising sun, we have to learn to release the warmth, but also to think and act with a grateful heart to the teacher, after all, the teacher for us to pay too much. Dear teacher, because of you, our world will become so beautiful, chaos, there is a guiding light, confused night sky, there is an eternal north. You shoulder a sacred mission, you shoulder the future of the motherland, you shoulder the prosperity of the nation, you shoulder the burden of history, so, generation after generation of young people in your caress under the healthy growth, in your attention to go to the great future.
At this point, I really want to say aloud to the students: when we embrace the success, enjoy the joy, do not forget that our teachers have paid their own youth and sweat, which is every day around us, but the most so that we are most likely to ignore the love.
2. Six-hundred-word essay on the theme of father's shouldersFather's Shoulders Sophomore | 800 Words | Write a human sophomore essay: father's shoulders sophomore (4) class Zhan Xiaomei like a bridge, always trying to withstand the hardships of life; like a mountain, always trying to hold up the green life. --Title always thought that the father's shoulder is very strong, because it once leaned on the happiness of our family; always thought that the father's shoulder is very thick, because it was once my childhood ride; always thought that the father's shoulder is very broad, because it once tolerated all my faults. However, why in the back of his riding away, that shoulder is a little stooped, a little bent why I see a huddled back I used to hold my father's shoulders and lift it upward, wanting to hold it upright. I said, "Dad, your back is a little hunched ." My father smiled and said, "It can't be helped, it's become like this." Then I saw my father's shoulders return to that curvature. I could hear the helplessness in his words, and knew there was a little bit of sourness and a little bit of pain mixed in. I looked at those shoulders, that annoying curve. Suddenly, an ache filled my nose. I want to cry, but I know that my tears will never call back that straight back, forever, forever ...... remember the final exams on the last day of the afternoon, after the exam, I have to put all my things: quilt, boxes, buckets, washbasins, etc., sent in a teacher and is my neighbor rented house, she rented a house away from the school has a distance. It was a long way from the school. My father carried the box full of heavy books. I picked up the bag of quilts that was bigger than I was. My father saw me and held the box with one hand and gave me his other hand. It was a dry, rough hand. My father said to me, "I'll carry it!" I clung to the blanket and said, "No, I can do it." I didn't hear my father say anything else, but I saw a flash of worry in his eyes. Then he walked ahead of me and I followed. I watched my father's back as he walked through the hustle and bustle of the crowd. As I watched, I suddenly realized that the once sad curve in those shoulders had grown larger. My father has always been like this, picking up the heavy, leaving the light to me; picking up the bitter, holding the sweet to me, leaving the easy and happy to me, leaving the pressure and pain to himself. I can't estimate how much pressure and hardship my father's shoulders have endured, and how heavy it is. However, from my father's care and concern for me, for the family, I feel the weight, this is the weight of love. This is the capacity of no regrets. Father's shoulders, slipped through my happy childhood, slipped through his *** burning years, also slipped through all the pain and sweetness. Father's shoulders, will also slide through many, many ties and blessings. Father's shoulders, you are tired, you can rest a break no matter how the years in that set of shoulders to leave how cruel traces, I am forever convinced that: father's shoulders, always warm.
3. Six-hundred-word essay on Father's Shoulders
Father's Shoulders
Sophomore | 800 Words | Writing
Sophomore Essay: Father's Shoulders
Sophomore (4) class Zhan Xiaomei
Like a bridge, it always tries to withstand a hard life; like a mountain, it always tries to hold up a green life.
--Title
I always thought that my father's shoulder was very strong, because it once leaned on our family's happiness; I always thought that my father's shoulder was very thick, because it was once my childhood ride; I always thought that my father's shoulder was very broad, because it once accommodated all my faults.
But why, in the back of his riding away, those shoulders are a little stooped, a little bent why I see a huddled back
I used to hold my father's shoulders and lift it up, trying to hold it straight. I said, "Dad, your back is a little hunched." My father smiled and said, "It can't be helped, it's just the way it is." Then I saw my father's shoulders return to that curvature. I could hear the helplessness in his words, and knew there was a little bit of sourness and a little bit of pain mixed in. I looked at those shoulders, that annoying curve. Suddenly, an ache filled my nose. I want to cry, but I know that my tears will never call back that straight back, forever, forever ......
I remember the afternoon of the last day of the final exams, after the exams, I have to send all of my things: quilt, boxes, buckets, washbasins, etc., in the house rented by a teacher and a neighbor of mine, who rented a house a short distance from the school. The house was a short walk from the school. My father carried the box full of heavy books. I picked up the bag of quilts that was bigger than I was. My father saw me and held the box with one hand and gave me his other free hand. It was a dry, rough hand. My father said to me, "I'll carry it!" I clung to the blanket and said, "No, I can do it." I didn't hear my father say anything else, but I saw a flash of worry in his eyes. Then he walked ahead of me and I followed. I watched my father's back as he walked through the hustle and bustle of the crowd. As I watched, I suddenly realized that the once sad curve in those shoulders had grown larger. My father has always been like this, picking up the heavy, leaving the light to me; picking up the bitter, holding the sweet to me, leaving the easy and happy to me, leaving the pressure and pain to himself. I can't estimate how much pressure and hardship my father's shoulders have endured, and how heavy it is. However, from my father's care and concern for me, for the family, I feel the weight, this is the weight of love. This is the capacity of no regrets.
My father's shoulders, slipped through my happy childhood, slipped through his *** burning years, also slipped through all the pain and sweetness. Father's shoulders, will also slide through a lot of many ties and blessings. Father's shoulders, you are tired, can rest a break
No matter how the years in that set of shoulders to leave how cruel traces, I am forever convinced that: father's shoulders, always warm!
4. An essay on writing about a father with the main theme of shouldersFather's shoulders In the cold wind, my father's back was very thin, as if it was just a shadow, with no skeleton that could support his body, and I desperately wanted to look for his shoulders that belonged to me, but I realized that I could no longer rely on his shoulders.
--Title Hourly, Dad's shoulder is the paradise of joy, which carries my countless dreams. I can climb the mountain father's shoulder with impunity, sitting on the shoulder to look at all the new things, which is my exclusive right, no one can have.
My dream is from my father's shoulders set sail, sitting on his broad, strong shoulders, he will tell many inspirational stories of celebrities, to encourage me to bravely move forward towards my dreams. At that time, his shoulder is my reliance, because, as he once said, his shoulder belongs to me alone, let me joy, let me sadness.
Growing up, I became more understanding and mature, while my father is aging at a very fast pace. The impression of that broad and thick shoulders no longer exist, my father's shoulders can not be allowed to climb, but also can not carry heavy things.
"Dad, can you help me carry that box of books down from the attic?" I was still leaning on my father's shoulders as always. "Okay."
Dad was all smiles, but his voice was clearly understated. My father trembled as he climbed the ladder to the attic and did his best to lift the suitcase and carry it on his thin shoulders.
The moment the weight touched his shoulders, his father's body shook violently, and he immediately tilted to one side, his feet unsteady. The books on his shoulder fell to the ground, scattering them all over the place.
My father froze, slowly climbed down the ladder, and smiled awkwardly at me.
I'm going out to buy something." I was frozen in place.
I looked at my father out of the door that far away from the back, the heart of a tight, father's shoulders how to become so? That thick and sturdy shoulders to go where? How could they become so weak and thin? Father's steps short and slow, I unconsciously blurted out a sentence; "not you old." My father slowed to a halt, and I then shouted, "It's me who's grown up."
My father looked back at me, but my tears blurred my eyes, "From now on, my shoulder belongs to you alone, to give you to rely on." In the blurred vision, I was about sure to see my father smiled, the smile swirled in the corners of the mouth, sugar sweet.
Someone said something like this, "There are polar icebergs drifting in the cold, biting Atlantic Ocean, just like a father's face. And underneath the ocean there is a dark stream of warmth, like a father's love, gurgling and eroding the 10,000-year-old icebergs."
Father's love like icebergs, the surface is stoic, but contains the warmth; father's shoulder is the base of the iceberg, which carries all of the father's love, it is with hard work to lift me up. If you can, I would like to always do my father's shoulders, do his dependence, as when I was a child, my father's shoulders are my dependence in general.
A father's shoulder is the shoulder of love.
5. to "shoulders" as the theme to write an argumentative essay or material compositionFather's shoulders Dad's physique is a bit fat, can also be called lanky. Snuggled in his broad arms, the heart warm, very comfortable. Once fantasized about lying in his arms forever, but "the dead like Sif, do not give up day and night", with the growth of age, gradually bid farewell to his embrace. But I don't know that leaning on his shoulder is equally comfortable and warm. One winter morning, due to a delay, my father decided to send me to school on a motorcycle because he was afraid I would be late for school. Because I was in a hurry and forgot my helmet, Dad rode a little slow. "Are you cold?" He asked. "No." "If it's not cold, I'll ride faster, in case I'm late. Lie down on my shoulder and sit tight." When I leaned down that moment, a warm current in my heart, a long time not let Dad back over, once, that shoulder is so familiar: childhood games, that is my "battlefield"; when I go to school, that is my "transportation"; sad, that is my When I was sad, it was my "dependence"; when I was happy, it was my "paradise". There have been countless times to lie on that shoulder, in Dad's ear whispering; countless times to pounce on, with Dad to play pranks; countless times ...... happy memories of childhood all of a sudden sprang to mind, I feel so excited, so happy .......? Time flies, no matter when leaning over Dad's shoulder, that feeling is the most comfortable . Once again on his shoulder, unintentionally, my hand touched Dad's face, God, so cold! My nose ached, "Dad, I love you!" The words came out of my mouth like a volcano erupting without preparation or hesitation. "Huh? What did you say?" "Oh! Nothing ...... nothing." I don't know if it's necessary to repeat it again, I think it's better to convey my father's love not with words, but with my heart!!!? The school gate has come into view, the car stopped, looking at Dad's frozen red face, I ...... "finally arrived, riding a little faster, did not freeze you right! I'm going to go back. I'm going home." I mechanically turned around and stepped into the school gate, until at the corner, I just stole my father, he was still looking this way, see me go far away, only to turn around. Seeing his hobbling back, I can't help but think of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Backstory". Dad is old, but from his eyes full of deep love to see is infinite love .
6. The first year of the composition to "father's shoulders" as the titleFather's shoulders are not like those of the poor students' father's shoulders, carrying soil and bricks, but the father's shoulders are like the shoulders of the father of all those who are all over the world, for the child to support a piece of heaven, a piece of the ground, inclusive of everything.
A few days ago, my father sat at the computer desk work, I asked my father: "You look at the mold on the computer all night, not tired ah!" "Of course I'm tired! Help me rub my shoulders." "Okay."
I walked behind my father, put my hands on his shoulders, and started to rub his shoulders, which were already a bit stiff from work. "Be gentle," my father closed his eyes, enjoying himself, "Be gentle ...... "With my hands pressing on my father's somewhat stiff shoulders, I fell into a memory... ...When I was a child, I was also a bit capricious, at home, for a little bit of small things will also make a fuss.
Sometimes when my father was annoyed, he yelled, "Shut up!" Although I immediately stopped, but at the same time cried out. My father had to put me in his arms, comforting me, said: "Dad is not right, xiao xiao do not cry, as a punishment, let you hit a few times ......" I used my little hands began to pound my father's shoulders, my father with the same like an exaggerated "scream! ".
"Pfft" sound, I broke into laughter. "Okay, no more crying.
Don't be a brat from now on." My father lightly pressed my nose with his finger, "Another word, in the future, when you whack a little bit lighter, a small age is still quite strong ...... No, I have to return it!" Hahahahaha - father and son made a mess.
Then my father picked me up with his big hands and let me sit on his broad shoulders, taking me around the house. The scene switches and the calendar flips to October 28, 2008, and I'm in a car accident, not the gruesome kind, but painful enough.
When I arrived at the school, the teacher called my parents, and my father got nervous on the phone, but in 10 minutes, my father arrived at the school. At that time, my father's face was white, thanked the teacher and took me downstairs out of the school.
Going downstairs was a torture for my battered leg. My father watched me suck in a breath of cold air at every step and offered to carry me on his back.
I refused with a smile, "How old am I to let you carry me?" "Aren't you hurt! Why don't you hold my shoulders." My father grabbed my hand with his warm hand and put it on his equally warm shoulder, and I felt a warmth that originated from the bottom of my heart.
The broad shoulders, the warm shoulders have turned into shoulders that are stiffened by life and work. A kind of guilt arose deep inside me.
"It's good to have a son!" Father said with a smile. "That's right, I'll often rub your shoulders from now on!" Father, your shoulders are ordinary shoulders, but even more extraordinary shoulders.
7. An article about writing about father with the main theme of shoulderFather's shoulder
In the cold wind, my father's back was very thin, as if it was just a shadow, without a skeleton that could support his body, I desperately wanted to go to find his shoulder that belonged to me, but I found that I could no longer rely on his shoulder. --Title
When I was a child, my father's shoulder was a paradise of joy, carrying my countless dreams on it. I can climb the mountain father's shoulders with impunity, sitting on the shoulders to look at all the new things, which is my exclusive right, no one can have. My dreams started from my father's shoulders, sitting on his broad, strong shoulders, he would tell many inspirational stories of celebrities, encouraging me to bravely move forward towards my dreams. At that time, his shoulder was my dependence, because, as he once said, his shoulder belongs to me alone, let me joy, let me sadness.
Growing up, I became more understanding and mature, while my father is aging at a very fast pace. The impression of that broad and thick shoulders no longer exist, my father's shoulders can not be allowed to climb, but also can not carry heavy things.
"Dad, can you help me carry that box of books down from the attic?" I was still leaning on my father's shoulders as always.
"Okay." Dad was all smiles, but his voice was clearly understated. My father trembled as he climbed the ladder to the attic and did his best to lift the box and sling it over his thin shoulders. The very moment the weight touched his shoulders, his father's body shook violently, his body immediately tilting to one side and his feet unsteady. The books on his shoulders fell to the ground, scattered all over the place. Father froze, slowly climbed down the ladder, awkwardly smiled at me "old, useless 。。。。。。 I went out to buy something.
I was frozen in place, my father held that half shoulder, slowly opened the door, came, unexpected cold wind, a father blew a through the heart, his body curled up tight. I stared at my father out of the door that far away back, heart tight, father's shoulders how to become so? Where did the thick and sturdy shoulders go? The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea.
Father's steps short and slow, I unconsciously blurted out a sentence; "not you old." My father slowed to a halt, and I then shouted, "It's me who's grown up." My father looked back at me, but my tears blurred my eyes, "From now on, my shoulder belongs to you alone, to give you to rely on."
In the blurred vision, I was about sure to see my father laugh, a smile swirling at the corners of his mouth, sugar sweet. Someone said something like this, "There are polar icebergs drifting in the cold, biting Atlantic Ocean, just like a father's face. And under the ocean there is a surge of warmth, like a father's love, gurgling erosion of that 10,000 years of icebergs". My father's love is like an iceberg, the surface is tough, but it contains warmth; my father's shoulder is the base of the iceberg, which carries all my father's love, and it lifts me up with hard work. If you can, I would like to always do my father's shoulders, do his dependence, just like when I was a child, my father's shoulders are my dependence in general.
A father's shoulder is a shoulder of love.
8. to shoulder as the subject of writing father 800 words essayA: that shoulder like a mountain, and I am a small tree on the mountain, is relying on the mountain growth; that shoulder like the sea, and I am a small fish in the sea, is relying on the water growth.
--The title of the memory, there is always a father's solid shoulders for me to cover the wind and rain; memories, there is always a father's broad shoulders for me to shed countless tears; more than ten years of spring and fall, the familiar shoulders have been with me. When I was tired, the shoulder let me rely on the dim street today seems extraordinarily long, drowsy, I dragged the tired body, walking zombie-like in the street slowly forward.
Suddenly heard a light call, I raised his head, see my father is running to me, I finally could not hold out, collapsed in the arms of his father, leaning on the solid shoulders, even as a child fell asleep. When I was tired, my father's shoulder let me rely on the commission, the shoulder for me to wipe the tears of the hot day seems to be about to rain, the mood is also like the sky, dark clouds.
Forced to hold back the tears in his eyes, back home, my father saw the difference, just walked to me, I leaned on that familiar shoulder, tears welled up, while crying while pouring to his father full of grievances. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
When in trouble, that shoulder for me to solve the problem of a late night, the heart of the sky like boredom, in order to this stage of learning. Thoughts flew, I do not know when, my father sat down to my side, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, I looked at him, then leaned toward that familiar shoulder, how much I want to hide here for the rest of my life ah.
My father seemed to know that I was having difficulty in my studies. He said to me, "Don't back down when you're in trouble, you'll be successful if you work hard.
What he said seems to be said by anyone who understands, but this time, it gave me the strength to use these words as a motivation to rise to the occasion. When in trouble, my father's shoulder will solve the problem for me.
My father's shoulder accompanied me through the year and a year, now, that shoulder seems to have a little bent. I am attached to the familiar shoulder, but I know that I have to grow up.
- Afterword.
9. Essay Prompts Standing on my father's shoulders has allowed me to start high and low on the road to medical researchQuestion 1: Write an essay on the topic of "That's the Thing About Class". Question 2: Read the following material, from which to choose a point of view of conceptualization, make up your own title, write an essay. You can describe the experience, can express *** feeling, can be published discussion. (The main idea of the article must be extracted from the given material, not to rewrite the material, expansion, sequel) junior (1) class blackboard newspaper set up a "people today, today's words" section, the following is one of the three quotes - (a) Standing on my father's shoulders, let me in the medical research with a high starting point and fewer detours. -- Bruce Butler (American immunologist, geneticist, 2011 Nobel Prize in Medicine) (2) Happiness is actually very simple, perhaps too simple, and always overlooked to the invisible. -- Li Bingbing Sina Blog (3) Arrange every note, every footprint, every heartbeat of your youthful journey, and make a solemn review for yourself. -- The three quotes can make us understand some truths: in the process of growing up, we should be good at absorbing the experience of our predecessors; if we are good at discovering and experiencing the ordinary around us, we will gain joy and happiness; we should cherish every encounter of our youth, and take every step to grow up well.... ... Writing requirements: 1. If you choose the first topic, please write according to the requirements. If you choose the second topic, please write according to the requirements of the topic, and then write. 2. Set your own intention, choose your own style (except poetry). 3. Speak the truth, express true feelings, avoid plagiarism. 4. Please do not use real names of places, schools and people. 5. Writing neatly, not less than 600 words.
10. to the shoulder as the theme of writing father 800 words essayA: that shoulder like a mountain, and I am a small tree on the mountain, is relying on the mountain to grow; that shoulder like the sea, and I am a small fish in the sea, is relying on the water to grow.
--The title of the memory, there is always a father's solid shoulders for me to cover the wind and rain; memories, there is always a father's broad shoulders for me to shed countless tears; more than ten years of spring and fall, the familiar shoulders have been with me. When I was tired, the shoulder let me rely on the dim street today seems extraordinarily long, drowsy, I dragged the tired body, walking zombie-like in the street slowly forward.
Suddenly heard a light call, I raised his head, see my father is running to me, I finally could not hold out, collapsed in the arms of his father, leaning on the solid shoulders, even as a child fell asleep. When I was tired, my father's shoulder let me rely on the wrong, the shoulder for me to wipe the tears of the sultry day seems to be raining, the mood is also like the sky, dark clouds.
Forced to hold back the tears in his eyes, back home, my father saw the difference, just walked to me in front of me, I leaned on the shoulder of that familiar, tears welled up, while crying while pouring out to his father full of grievances. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
When in trouble, that shoulder for me to solve the problem of a late night, the heart of the sky like boredom, in order to this stage of learning. Thoughts flew, I do not know when, my father sat next to me, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, I looked at him, then leaned toward that familiar shoulder, how much I want to hide here all my life ah.
My father seemed to know that I was having difficulty in my studies. He said to me, "Don't back down when you're in trouble, you'll be successful if you work hard.
What he said seems to be what anyone would say, who understand, but this time, but gave me the strength to take this sentence as a driving force, I rose to the occasion. When in trouble, my father's shoulder will solve the problem for me.
My father's shoulder accompanied me through the year and a year, now, that shoulder seems to have a little bent. I am attached to the familiar shoulder, but I know that I have to grow up.
-- Afterword.