Neon lights under the strife of the text / breeze soundless Busy and full, this period of time is too busy, so that almost forgot to rest is how a feeling.
A rare Sunday, free to do what you like to do, so that the heart has been busy to take a break.
Like to come to the park in the leisure time, sit quietly for a while, feel the nature to give mankind a kind of tranquility. Sunday evening, the road traffic, pedestrians, the weather is very hot, the evening wind has disappeared, the tree wants to move and the wind is not seen. Walking in the park curved stone path, quietly, slowly walking, from time to time there are pedestrians from the side of the body, the roadside lawn is scattered sitting a lot of people, in the free talk, pleasant and cheerful sound of talk resounded all over the park in a corner.
Not far from the park square lively. Sitting quietly on a corner of the square on the stone bench, quietly watching the square on a busy figure. A few high neon lights quietly stand tall in the square corners, more than ten bright white fluorescent lamps emanating a bright white luster, illuminating every corner of the square, white and soft fluorescent caressing the square on a happy figure.
People boiled, the sound of music resounded throughout the evening space, lively Sunday Square Dance is underway, a delicate figure with the song, in full swing, joyfully jumping, spinning, a song of loud and beautiful music, driven by the heart of each square dancer, in the dance with the song, jumping and singing with all their heart. The square dance under the open sky also has a different flavor.
The square is crowded with pedestrians, people are happy, jumping, running, jogging, doing their favorite things. A few young people wearing skates in the fast walking, in the back and forth of the crowd dexterous shuttle, skillful skating skills from time to time to become the attention of some people. Toddler children in the wobbly learning step, young mothers low back with arms outstretched in the left and right protection, a look full of concern, fear of their children fall look.
Square corner of the sports area, a lot of schoolchildren running, jumping, in a variety of sports equipment to stretch their dexterity in a small body, skillfully doing a variety of sports, and occasionally a few adults in the middle of the figure.
The slide, many children climbing, sliding, walking, several concerned mothers and fathers standing next to the slide, looking at their children in the enjoyment of carefree play, full of happiness. Many couples sit snuggly on the stone bench in the park square, full of happiness through the face of sweet, in the pouring I, Cheche whispering words.
Not far from the eye, a young couple in the shuttlecock, that delicate and skillful posture, change me, I can not kick. You see them, skillfully and happily kicked, a look of intent, the tiny shuttlecock in their feet jumping up and down, become very dexterous. The man is watching the shuttlecock up and down, fearing that the shuttlecock will fall to the ground, and the woman is sitting quietly, watching her lover with a smile in her eyes, so cozy. The small shuttlecock gently floating down, the man then gently kicked the shuttlecock, the shuttlecock then flew up in the air, lightly fluttering, the man's skill is not worse than the woman.
Prom, jumping people, skating young people, loud music, young mothers, shaking toddlers, full of childish students, childlike adults, sweet couples, happy young couples, pedestrians, a busy figure in the early night, in the neon lights of white fluorescent soft caress, constitutes a picture full of lively ***, filled with the warm and cozy neon lights. Warm and cozy under the neon lights.
2. Write the people around you, characterization essay not less than 500 words, write a good can add rewardBest Answer The best thing in the world What is the best thing in the world? What is the best thing in the world? Some people will say, "It's money!" Because as long as you have money, you don't have to worry about food, drink and clothes.
Others would say, "It's a noble position." Because with this noble position, everyone will respect you immensely. ...... But my point of view is very different from these people, I think the quality of helping people is the best thing in the world.
In a windy morning, mom and dad took me to the park for a walk. Along the way we talked and laughed, almost to the entrance of the park, I suddenly saw an old uncle fell, I eagerly said to my father, "Dad, Dad, there is an old uncle fell over there, let's quickly go to help him!" Dad did not say a word, followed the direction of my finger, with me running over.
I saw a white-collar uncle ran to the old man's side, he picked up the old man, helped him pat away the dust on his body, and asked with concern: "Boss, are you all right? Where did you fall and hurt?" "I ...... I ...... I here ...... I hurt here." The old uncle pointed to his knees and said.
The white-collar uncle immediately helped the old uncle to the roadside rest chairs, rolled up his right trouser leg, saw the old uncle's right knee is red and swollen, the white-collar uncle said anxiously; "Master, I'll send you to the hospital! Your injury is quite serious." "No need young man, you are busy to go, I will sit for a while."
The old man shook his head. "Then you stand up and show me if it is better?" Who knows, the old uncle has not yet stood firm, a *** sat down again.
"No way! Your injury is not light, if not treated in time, it will be more serious!" Said the white-collar uncle stopped a cab and helped the old uncle into the carriage. I witnessed what the white-collar uncle did, and his behavior of helping people is a noble quality that every person should do, and is the best thing in the world.
_____________________________________________________________________ At noon that day, there were only two people in the house, my grandfather and I. My grandmother went to the market to buy food, and my father and mother went to work, and now the house is like a big pumpkin with no pumpkin seeds. The house was now as empty as a big pumpkin without pumpkin seeds. Grandpa and I were ready to clean up the house together because we were feeling bored out of our minds.
I realized that the kitchen fridge was almost out of eggs, so I ran downstairs to the supermarket to buy eggs. The supermarket had everything, but it was so expensive.
I took the bag and carefully packed the eggs, praying that there would be no mistakes. But things do not go as planned, just as I take the last egg, may be due to the heart as a relief, a relaxation, a slip of the hand, the hand of the egg as a huge stone in general heavily smashed in the other egg above the day of panic, a big stone for no reason above your head, you will not be aggrieved to death? The egg aggrieved, but I am also the same aggrieved, self-admittedly, I have to pay ah.
So, I ran over to the sales clerk to ask the aunt of an egg about a few dollars, she said: "An egg about 50 cents it." I breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately I paid the original money for the eggs still have more than 50 cents left, it is really unfortunate in the fortunate ah, if an egg is a dollar, then I am a double sadness in the door which.
I told the aunt who gave me the check, and she didn't blame me, but just let me lose 50 cents. I told him about the incident, and he said, "You are really honest, if it were someone else, I would probably still be a thief calling out a thief.
"I was thinking: If I did not compensate the 50 cents, I may now be still in the mind, and may also be ashamed of it.
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 most important thing is that I think so. This incident made me understand a lot of truth, and I will never forget it.
_____________________________________________________________________ Look! Standing in front of you is a "handsome boy", his eyes are big, his eyes show a small boy's unique wit. His face is black, and his grandmother once said that he could not be found on the ground.
He then pursed his lips, eyes a turn, said: "Black is the color of health. A sentence that left grandma speechless. Like all little boys, he was particularly playful, and as long as he was given something, even a piece of paper, he could play with it all the time.
Who is he? Let me tell you: he is my 6-year-old brother. My brother has a big feature - his mouth is very greedy.
This summer, the weather is hot, once grandma's house bought a lot of ice cream. This is for the younger brother, but a "once-in-a-lifetime" good opportunity.
He ate with his right hand and held it in his left hand, and in a while, six ice creams went into his stomach, but his tongue still licked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the taste of the ice cream. He bounced home again and opened the refrigerator, ready to get ice cream again.
This time, he was stopped by his grandma, who was cooking: "You've eaten six of them, and you still want to eat." Grandma advised with concern, "Eat again your stomach will eat bad."
"It's okay, my tummy is an ice tummy!" My brother said while patting his "general belly". "No, this one I say nothing to allow you to eat."
"Good grandma, let me eat it." "No!" The younger brother saw the grandma "will as strong as iron", helplessly sat on the sofa, left hand propped up on the chin, frowning, pondering what.
A moment later, he seemed to "discover a new continent" as jumped up, came to the grandmother's side: "Grandma, I forgot to tell you, just when you were cooking outside, grandpa called and said he came back from Shenyang at ten o'clock, let you go to pick him up, look, now it is ten o'clock ten, you quickly go ah! Go!" After my brother said so, grandma suddenly remembered, the day before yesterday when grandpa was leaving, is said he came back today. So, she took off her apron and walked toward the station.
The younger brother saw the "plot" succeeded, grinning from ear to ear, and took two ice-cream out to play. This year's October 1 is the grandma's 60th birthday, three layers of cake on the table, the tantalizing aroma from time to time emanate from the younger brother has been attracted to salivate.
But everyone was not on the table, as a junior, brother.
3. Description of the people around the compositionAround the noble heroes - cleaning workers
When it comes to heroes, people will be associated with those who fight for the revolution in the battle of the soldiers, or in a certain field of science to make a contribution, or righteousness and courageous people. But the heroes I'm talking about today are a group of ordinary people, they are the cleaners.
Although they seem to be simple, simple, and we do not have anything different. But they are really great, this is the fact that we have witnessed ****. They are the guardians of green homes, beautiful homes.
They are day after day, year after year. In that inconspicuous position of silent dedication.
Summer, when we are still at home to enjoy the cool, they are in the heat of the post, they seem to be never afraid of the warmth of the sun, the pungent odor of the garbage. The beads of sweat on their faces are so crystalline and transparent under the sunlight.
In winter, when we are still at home enjoying the warmth, they are in the cold with frozen hands, picking up every leaf blown down by the wind, cleaning every street, every corner of the life of the footprints they have stepped.
Their bodies are hard-working; their hearts are kind. They pay so much, but the cleaners are the role that people often ignore. Sometimes we will throw confetti and all kinds of garbage to the ground, or thrown to their eyes. In spite of this, but has been paying the cleaners do not care, hard work, every day still tirelessly to defend our city, and strive to make our city clean and tidy. They exchange their dirty for the cleanliness of the city, so our approach is obviously not right.
The city is all of us, only we all pull together with the cleaners together, *** with the maintenance of our homes. So our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better!
Here, I also want to pay tribute to the whole world of cleaners: "You are the beautician of the city, is to create a better home messenger, but also in my heart of the heroes, you worked hard!"
4. 作文,介绍身边的人,300字My mom is not very tall, with long hair, eyes very god, usually always a smile to people.
My mom is very strict with me. When she sees me playing without completing my homework, her face immediately turns from sunny to cloudy, and I have to hurry to write my homework, and she praises me when she sees that my homework is better.
Once, I came home from school, I did not write homework to play the computer. As soon as my mom came back, she asked me if I had done my homework I said I had and went to play on the computer again. I said I did and went to play with the computer again. Who knows, my mom asked me to bring out my homework for her to check. I didn't know what to do. Mom saw my face and understood everything. Calling me to her side, she said, "Son, your main task now is to study, finish your homework first before you go to do the rest." I rushed to do it, sloppy writing once, and went to play computer again. Unbeknownst to me, my mom quietly looked at my homework and said, "Get over here and rewrite it!" I was very reluctant, but my mom still wanted me to rewrite it. After a while, my mom came over and saw that my writing was much better than the original, and said happily, "You're still writing quite well when you get serious!" I heard the heart especially happy.
This is my mother, a good mother who cares about me and strictly requires me!
5. The characters around the compositionMy deskmate
She, tall, nothing striking, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate - Li Yan.
The second day of this semester, the teacher let me sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care, a yellow hair girl, how can I compare to the man.
The next day, I lost my language book in the afternoon after school because I was playing in the playground. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, because one-third of the semester is a language class, and now the language book is lost, what can I do?
morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk, staring at the blackboard. At this time, the table seems to have found something, reached out to the hand of friendship, concerned about the inquiry: "What's wrong?" Say it? Shame on a hard man! Do not say it? And then smothered in the heart. Forget it! She's a member of the brigade, so she'll report her thoughts, "Nothing, I lost my language book!" "Nothing?" The other party appeared surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down, over and over again. I don't know what kind of drug is in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book, "Here's the book. Don't be hairy in the future." What, for me? I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I was used to despising could actually say these words. "What, give it to me, what are you going to do?" I swallowed halfway before squeezing out a few words." "It doesn't matter, I have an idea." "What about today?" "Then co-watch." And so we both began our morning reading in earnest.
After the last class, I quietly slipped the book into her book bag. However, when I got home, I opened my bag, and the language book was lying neatly in my bag, and my eyes were moist.
The next morning reading, she took an old book in reading. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn, the top corner of the page was turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I switched with her for a new book, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying something on her desk. Strange, there was no homework in the morning. She was doing nothing. I went over to her! She was copying two dropped texts. She looked into the book and copied a sentence on the white paper the size of a book page. What came into my ears was the sound of "rustling", and what appeared in front of my eyes was a line of neat and clear characters. When she got tired, she shook her arms and then concentrated on copying again. I was a little too proud, decided to take it to the copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and then sewed it vigorously.
"Ding bell" class, she picked up the old book and listened carefully. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings stirred up in my heart, I was moved by this feeling of love of fellow students, bursting into tears of happiness and pride.
The first emotion that a human being can experience at birth is mother's love, although we have no memory of it at that time, but we have an instinctive attachment to our mother. The sweetest word that human lips can send out, the most beautiful cry, is "mom". It is a simple but meaningful word, full of hope, love, comfort and all the intimacy, sweetness and beauty of the human heart.
In life, mother is everything.
In sadness, she is comfort;
In frustration, she is hope;
In weakness, she is strength;
Mother encourages us to study hard
The only thing that remains constant in the world is mother's love.
Some people say that mother's love is like a candle, because she burns herself to illuminate others, that is the most beautiful flame
Others say that mother's love is sunshine, because she warms the body and mind, give people strength. I think it is not too much to compare mother's love with any beautiful things in the world, but I prefer to go to? It's a kind of persistent, silent love. That is a kind of persistent, silent, no return on payment, that is a kind of warmth, that is a kind of care.
It also expresses the child's gratitude to the mother,
Affection in this world, let life become colorful, affection is beautiful.
In fact, it is not only on Mother's Day this day to "special" to care for the mother, 365 days, every day is Mother's Day, the mother's care is not a vacation. The need to care for the mother in addition to the father and home all care for your people. Fathers and mothers are the pillars of the family, the source of happiness, and the support on the road of our life. I hope all of us can take good care of this innate but precious happiness.
Let us give our mothers a little more love and care, even if it is a fan in the heat; a sweater in the winter ...... Bless all the mothers in the world healthy and happy, but also bless all the families in the world happy and fulfilled!
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6. Introducing the people around you essay 500Flowers are grateful for the rain, because the rain nourishes it to grow; mountains are grateful for the earth, because the earth makes it towering; eagles are grateful for the long sky, because the long sky makes it soar.
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Around us, there are a lot of people who deserve our gratitude, they educate me, they give me. So we should also learn to be grateful to others.
En Parents
I am grateful to my parents because they let me be independent and overcome difficulties by myself. It was my parents who made me learn to walk, to talk, to cook, to be independent, to overcome difficulties and to be grateful. Vaguely remember, I was only 5 years old, after hours always love to run, let parents worry a lot. Once in the park to play, running, accidentally, fell down, bawling, lying on the ground, not to ask my parents for help, however, my plan failed, my parents then said to me, "You should stand up on your own." Saying so, they left and walked away, I was even more sad, but my parents didn't waver in the slightest, and I finally stood up on my own, helplessly. Thank you parents! You let me stand up in the difficulties, overcome the difficulties, and learned to stand on my own.
When I was a child, every time I walked on the avenue, my parents would be on the left, I did not understand and asked, "Mom, why you and Dad will always be on my left?" "Heh! You'll find out when you grow up." That was the answer every time. Time passes, I grew up, understand my parents' approach, it turns out that my parents are afraid that I am afraid of not knowing what to do, and when I am on the left side, I am afraid that the car will knock me down. Grateful parents, they are the ones who take care of us to grow up. So we grew up, but also consciously let parents stand on the right, we stand on the left, but also let parents do not let the car hit.
Teachers
I am grateful to teachers for teaching us. In the classroom, the teacher's step-by-step approach, tireless attitude, so that we are touched, more so that we mastered the knowledge, looking back, math class, the problem of bisecting the angle, I did not get it right, frowning, full of doubt, the teacher saw my confusion, the teacher said, "There is a problem with the students, please raise your hand." I raised my hand, the teacher spoke again in detail, I was enlightened, it turned out that critical moment I was lost in thought. Thank you, teacher! You have worked hard!
The flower knows that there is no earth without its colorful, so it blossomed after the flowers will be sent back to the earth, it, know gratitude. In the coming year, the earth and then the flowers need nutrients to give it, it, too, know gratitude. Let us learn to be thankful, learn to be thankful to our parents, and be thankful to all the people around us who give us love and care.
With gratitude, the world becomes a better place.
(I don't know if there are 500 words.)
7. Find a description of the people around you, not less than 1000 wordsThis is 1170 words
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My uncle
Uncle is extremely talented, at least that's what I originally thought ...... because he had a copy of Whitman's Leaves of Grass. ", at least that too embodies a poet's romantic sensibility.
Uncle's large spread of books, not only Leaves of Grass, but also a delicate notebook, this is the uncle's poetry collection. On the second page there were two lines of poetry: "The eagle suddenly spreads its wings and flies above the green sky." I was impressed by this line, but after that, the book was blank. My uncle once told me in all seriousness that the absence of words can sometimes be a poem. This sentence is very esoteric, so I was confused for most of the day, and since then, I admire my uncle who can write wordless poems even more.
One day, my uncle came back with a soggy fishing rod and a few tiny bluegills. I was sitting in the courtyard reading a book, so my uncle put his hands behind his back and paced over. "Recognize this character?" He pointed to the book with his hand. I was only in elementary school at the time and froze for a moment. "It's 'heaven'." Uncle solemnly proclaimed the answer aloud. "But ...... its first drawing is an apostrophe, not a cross?" "It's an anagram of 'heaven'!" Uncle confidently answered, I think obsessively: uncle or know the different characters of the poet!
As the years went by, I finally learned the pronunciation of "夭", and asked my father skeptically, "Is my uncle a poet?" My father added, with a tone of sadness and anger, "The inertia of such people is always hard to eradicate!" My admiration for my "poet uncle" collapsed, and I looked at him in the same way as my father did. My uncle's situation was getting worse and worse. My uncle's poker-playing buddies had dispersed, and my grandmother gave my uncle less and less money to live on, but nagged him more and more. Most of the neighbors look at him with a blank stare, and unanimously call him a prodigal son.
One day, I saw my uncle take over the grandmother's living expenses, and he was no longer as usual as the face of shame, this time the pale face as if more than a layer of faint redness, the sleepy eyes, there is a jump of light. Another day, a new thing happened in the compound: uncle raised money to open a small grocery store. The flowerpot, a symbol of romance, was said to have been broken by my uncle when he was cleaning up his room, but I suspected that he had dropped it himself. My uncle's fishing pole did become the support for the shade cloth in front of the store. All the paintings on my uncle's wall were turned upside down and pasted on the wall around the store. All the books and magazines in my uncle's hut became paper bags for peanuts and eggs - even the Leaves of Grass. The book of poems, the one that once made me marvel at my uncle, lost its second page and became a ledger.
I don't know whether flower pots should always be dropped, whether books and magazines should always be destroyed, and whether poetry books must always be turned into ledgers, which still have a value in the first place. Every day I could see my uncle standing at the counter to receive customers with the attentive smile of a businessman. Occasionally, I could also see him taking down the bill in broken lower case letters or selling cigarettes in a not-so-good voice. Once, I went to my uncle's store to get some wine, and found that when my uncle poured wine into the bottle with a small carrying handle, the wine was in a line and did not splash out, what an excellent peddler! Hawkers may not be as good as poets, but poets are better at it than hawkers, especially poets who write wordless poems and lead a sparse life.
After all, uncle stopped being such a poet, why? Was it because he saw the tidal wave of self-employed people on the streets and wanted to join their competition? Or is it that he does not want to be stared at by the crowds anymore, and does not want to receive the money attached to his grandmother's nagging? Or he is not satisfied with the small green fish he caught in the past and hopes to taste the taste of big fish? The only way to catch a big fish is to drive a flat boat steadily and go out into the storm. In the vast smoke and waves, as long as the uncle suspended heart sail is always full, he will certainly succeed.