In our ordinary daily life, we have written essays, according to the characteristics of the writing proposition, the essay can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. So have you ever understood the essay? The following is my help you organize to "wait" as the topic of the essay, just for reference, welcome to read.
Everyone desires to be successful and to be cared for. When our highlights have not been found, please do not be depressed and give up, should be doubled efforts, so as to show themselves, to realize the value of their own lives. Because we do not live for others - the title.
Midterm exams are approaching, the class teacher in order to encourage good students, began to find them one by one to talk. As he was not good at studying, the teacher never approached him. He was both envious and jealous, and wanted to work hard to really learn something, so that the class teacher could also find him to talk once. However, he was a bit discouraged, because every time he tried hard, his grades never improved.
He knows that his classroom teacher is too busy and doesn't have a lot of energy to deal with poor students like him. If the teacher can say a sentence: "As long as you redouble your efforts, you will certainly make great progress ......" even this, he would be satisfied, he will be confident, to catch up ... ...But he waited like this day after day, and his wish was never realized. The teacher paced through the door again, and he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he realized that the teacher was slowly, step by step, moving towards him. He was so excited, thinking to himself: the teacher is going to find me, the teacher is going to talk to me ...... He waited and waited excitedly.
The teacher touched him with his hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him "How come he didn't come?" This is when he really tasted the bubble of hope burst when the pain of the taste.
Hey, teacher. When will you really look at me for a few moments? Teacher, when will you understand me like this - a poor student's wish? He waited, waiting in greater hope ......
Essay 2 on the topic of "Waiting"It was another ordinary morning, and again I heard the sound of your motorcycle starting in the yard. But this time you are not going to work, not out, but straight to the county hospital. I heard my mother say that last night you were in pain from gallstones and didn't sleep a wink.
Gallstones, which were detected during a medical checkup in June last year, were always said to be fine and delayed again and again, and the pain was endured by you countless times. Last night, the pain came again, and it must have been more painful than before, or you would not have gone to the hospital so easily.
Before leaving, you took two cooked corn to me, that is my breakfast. The corn, that sweet and silky taste I like, the same chewing, the same stirring, I do not know why, today's mouth of corn but there is no flavor. My mother went to the hospital with you, roaming around eating corn, long hours of waiting. Waiting for your return, looking forward to you say all right.
All the silence, time seems to stop. Look out the window, the breeze blowing the leaves of the melon vine, flying birds can not bring you a little message. The phone rang, my brother answered the phone, the phone that mother said you gallstones have increased, need to be removed by surgery, hospitalized tomorrow. I've been to the hospital countless times, but every time I've been there, you've been there with me. Time and time again, grabbed my hand, time and time again to give me comfort, time and time again to give me encouragement, time and time again to tell me not to be afraid. Now, grinding wrinkled your smooth cheeks, grinding white your black hair, more grinding off your health.
Tomorrow, you will have to live in the pale ward, lying on the cold operating table, to endure the pain of the knife cut.
Outside the operating room there should have been my figure, around the hospital bed there should have been my service, nothing can be given to you! I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about! The stiff body is only praying, waiting, praying for you to recover, waiting for you to return!
And I am the tree in the heart of Mom and Dad.
But it is this tree, so that mom and dad again and again waiting, and again and again helpless; again and again helpless and again and again waiting.
Remember just into the sixth grade, "far-sighted" mom and dad even thought of next year when the sixth grade draws to a close. In order for me to have a round beautiful sentence, in order for me to have a perfect start after that round beautiful sentence, they put my morning and evening schedule full. At first, I had complained and grumbled, and I had been lonely and helpless because no one understood....... Later, I tried to understand my father and mother, and I found that my mother's face was a little haggard and my father's eyes were a little dark. At this time, I realized that I am not lonely, because there is a mother in the company of me; I am not helpless, because there is a father in support of me ......
Day after day, month after month, a few months to study the past, I am happy to learn, I am no longer lonely; I am strong to learn, I am no longer helpless. I want to let my father and mother wait in relief, in waiting for happiness.
Until the tree blooms!
To "wait" as the topic of the essay 4
Seed germination need to wait, seedling out of the ground need to wait, buds bloom need to wait, fruit ripening need to wait, winter to spring need to wait ......
In our life journey, there are too many waiting, in the middle of the world, the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world of the world. There are too many waiting, at every moment, in the willful and unintentional, have left us waiting for the figure, interpretation of the human scene of a scene of sadness and happiness. In fact, at times, waiting for us is a kind of power. With the waiting, we will go to work, to fight. Waiting is like a goal, all the time urging us to complete, to realize, to draw a beautiful end to it. So there is a power, we will try; with effort, we can reach the other side of the victory.
Life has a long river of waiting, there will be a scene of tearful images. In the Wenchuan earthquake, tens of thousands of 'people have collapsed in the rubble waiting for relief workers to dig them out of the rubble. It is because of the waiting, they created a miracle of survival, so that a lovely life has been continued.
People buried under the rubble waiting for relief workers, waiting for a kind of life longing; mothers waiting for the return of distant son, waiting for a kind of lonely watch; dying people waiting for the arrival of death, waiting for a kind of pain and suffering; there are also many school-age children waiting to go to school; the whole country waiting for the reunification of the motherland; suffered from the baptism of war, waiting for the world to peace! ......
The earth waits for the rain to moisturize; the slaves of the old society wait for freedom; the dawn waits for the rising sun; the birds wait to fly to the blue sky ...... In the long life, we have waited countless times, but also countless times failed, succeeded and Happy ......
Let the infinite waiting, bring us infinite hope and happiness.
A Sunday morning, I was alone in the room quietly doing homework, I will be the school teacher assigned homework one by one to do, and finally I finished copying the words, ready to ask my mother to report to me dictation, I just walked out of the room to shout at my mother, found that my mother is leading the younger brother to go to buy food, so I had to go back to the room alone to read a book. So I had to go back to my room and read alone. About an hour later, my mother held my brother in one hand, the other hand carrying several bulging, heavy bags of vegetables back, I did not wait for my mother to put down the vegetables, I could not wait to call my mother to give me dictation, but my mother said: "You wait, mom first vegetables, we will have lunch later." Said head into the kitchen, began to busy cooking for us, only to see my mother in the kitchen and is washing, and is cutting vegetables, and is burning vegetables, people in the kitchen inside the turn around and busy ......
Plenty of Chinese food is ready, we ate lunch, my mother also cleaned up the kitchen chopsticks, thought that my mother can be for me to report dictation! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do it, and I think I'm going to be able to do it. Looking at my mom's busy figure, I had to wait a little longer. Mom finally finished, she was exhausted, gasping for breath, dragging her tired body to my side, began to seriously report my dictation. Looking at my mother so hard, so tired, my heart is quite difficult, how I hope to help my mother to share some of the affairs ah!
Waiting makes me anxious, waiting also let me see my mom's hard work, see my mom for me, for this family to pay for everything. Mom thank you, thank you for taking care of us for so many years, thank you for giving us a warm, comfortable home. I want to honor you, from now on, I want to study hard, grow up to be a useful person, to repay you for your parenting, let you feel proud of me! Waiting is a kind of calmness, waiting is a kind of respect. Waiting is polite, waiting is to seize the moment.
On the platform, a few degrees of joy in life, a few degrees of sorrow, the impatience of those who set out, waiting for those who are at a loss. Waiters see the person they are waiting for, first a warm embrace, a long time of bitter face turn face to face. Waiting for a long time, waiting for a loved one, is also a kind of success! It can be praised, waiting!
In the park, a person sitting on a bench - perhaps telling a friend something important. Daylight shines on the earth, and the bench radiates a message of heat. The person who can't wait for the person who wants to wait, waves goodbye to the southern sun, and leaves the place with an idle pace. Shortly afterward, another man rushes in, sweating profusely, gasping uncontrollably at the mouth, looks at his watch, glances at the sun, and casually says, "Dishonest man!" Perhaps the next day the two of them tit for tat, soldiers. Contemptible! Waiting!
In the talks, the Chinese delegation instrumentation dignified, solemn expression, without losing the style of a gentleman, where the solemn meeting with foreign friends. A man, sitting idly in a chair, suddenly could not help but spit a mouthful of phlegm, he which only this is how serious ah! Will not wait, then casually spit a mouthful of phlegm, thinking that God does not know the ghost, but early foreign friends to see in the eyes, remembered in the heart. The latter thing ...... is pathetic! Waiting!
Wait at any time, everywhere to learn to wait, Cao Yu three drums after the march, Zi Yu ready after the defeat. Boga life only no other request, waiting to get a Ziqi a confidant. Xiangru only want to embark on the career, waiting for Yang Buyi and become a career. The first time I saw a man in prison, I was waiting for Shujia, and the second time I saw Yu Shun, I was waiting for Yao Xuan.
Life learns to wait, grow up in the waiting, grow up on the sunny road. You want to know why I'm saying this? I'm not sure if you want to know why I said that, but I'll tell you why I said it.
This evening, mom received a phone call is grandmother called, said cousin for some reason ran where? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Mom answered the phone with a nervous and serious look and said to me: "Tong Tong, you stay home alone, no matter who knocks on the door don't open, I'm going to look and come back." After saying these words, mom went downstairs and left, leaving me alone and dumbfounded.
"Knock, knock, knock." Not good, there are bad people to knock on the door, I have to be ready to prepare my weapons - helmet, broom, duster, I am ready for these "weapons" standing behind the door, nervously waiting for the bad guys to come. When I was fully armed and stood there, waiting, and then listen carefully, it was knocking on the door of the next house ah, hey! White busy work a game, a pity I this set of heroic equipment, I am really neurotic skeptical.
In the next long wait, I really have a kind of days like years of feeling, only the alarm clock "ticking" sound with me. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I was really looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon and finally waited for my mom to come back. As soon as my mother came in the door I jumped into her arms, told her not at home, I kind of waiting and afraid of the mood, my mother listened to my story, put me in my arms and said I grew up.
After this wait, not only honed my courage, but also let me learn to be independent, on my future growth has a great help.
That day, in order to get to Tiananmen Square early to occupy a favorable position to see the long-awaited flag-raising ceremony, we got up at four o'clock. Rushed to the square to see, wow, a lot of people ah, simply water. My father and I managed to squeeze to the front, but unfortunately, we could only see the back of the head of the people in front. In order to let me see clearly, my father let me ride on his back. At this time, there are still several minutes from the flag-raising time.
Dad drove me to stand there and start waiting. Because I was afraid of falling, he used both hands to clamp my legs, I sat very uncomfortable, and because I was afraid to give my father to increase the pressure, do not dare to move, I feel that just a few minutes is really long. After waiting for a while, the flag guards had not yet appeared, I felt my legs a little numb, and began to get upset. Dad probably felt strained too, and asked me every now and then, "Is the color guard here?" "See?" I answered him impatiently. Everyone around me said, "It's starting," but I could not see the guards' robust figures. As we were losing patience, the flag guards appeared in the doorway of Tiananmen Square, and the flag-raising ceremony really began.......
The flag-raising ceremony was over, and my father put me down. I realized that my legs were not listening to me at all, and I was so sore from lifting my feet up that I couldn't even feel them when I touched the ground. I'm still like this, can imagine, the father of the top of my so big people how difficult, but Dad said "worth it".
Yes, the taste of waiting is difficult, but the results of waiting is good.
There is a kind of loneliness called waiting.
Since I was a child, I don't like to wait for others, and I don't like to let others wait for me. Because, since I was a child, it was my great-grandmother who took me, and during the day, when my mother and father went to work, I played and studied at my great-grandmother's house; and whenever I was dragging and dragging to do my homework my grandmother would always urge me and say, "Hurry! You should know that there is a kind of loneliness called waiting." At that time, I was still small, do not know what is called a kind of loneliness called waiting, until that day.
That day was a sad day, my grandfather left us forever, not at home, is far away from this place, that day, we all cried, too grandma is crying tears like spring, crying, I asked too grandma why cry so heartbreaking, people can not be resurrected ah! Grandma murmured: "hope along with his soul, drifting away together." I do not understand, but did not ask more questions.
The great-grandmother cried and said to me with a sullen face, "That year, he went away, not elope, is an honorable divorce, he left me alone and went away. I tried hard to keep him, but he still left, but he was still moved by me, saying, 'I can't do right by you, but when I come back to the day, I will definitely come to pick you up.' I agreed."
"Decades passed and he didn't come, and I didn't give up, sitting alone in the sunset, alone in my hut, until this day when my hope went with the wind." He was very lonely, and so was she. Decades of faithful waiting ah; decades of bitter pursuit ah; decades of living alone in the depths, suffering from the cold wind and rain ah, God, why, lonely decades, still the pursuit of the same? Is it because of a simple word "love"? I do not understand. The same words came out of the mouth of the grandmother: there is a kind of loneliness called waiting.
I was enlightened, speechless, but the tears in my heart will not go away for a long time.
In the forests of the Wumeng Mountains, the first rays of sunshine sprinkled on the earth, awakening the vitality of the sun, the sun whisked, birdsong is crisp and pleasant, the fragrance of the flowers all over the mountains, only a piece of moss hiding in the shadow of the sun, slowly growing, quietly bloom
Until one morning, crisp footsteps broke through the ancient world, the world's most beautiful and beautiful, the world's most beautiful. The two teachers came to the Wumeng Mountains, where no one had set foot for many years, and the problem of language communication became a huge rift valley, but the children here love to sing, and the two teachers turned the ancient poems into a beautiful song. The problem of language has been solved.
As the sun rises in the east, the children's voices are singing a poem, which is echoed by the mountain water and the birds, breaking through the fog that always covers the Wumeng Mountains, and the sunlight on the faces of the ragged children shows a holy light.
This song accompanied them to the stage in Beijing, in the red and green neon lights, the children's songs seem so innocent, touched countless people.
In the mountains of the elementary school, the children's songs are heard everywhere, after school to do the duty of the "thousands of grinding ten thousand blows is still strong, let the east and west, south and north winds. Early in the morning on the way to school, "The desert is lonely and the sun sets over the Yangtze River." At dusk, "The moss flower is as small as a rice plant, but also like the peony."
The mist in the mountains could not stop the children's footsteps. The interplay of a song and a photo, pointing out the direction, dispersing the fog, pointing to the distance.
The children were born in this poor mountainous region, destined for a hard future. But I believe their songs will show them the way to the future.
Not all flowers are like peonies, but they all blossom in their own beauty, not all flowers have a flowering period, maybe it was meant to be a big tree, we are all kings in our own time zone. We are all kings in our own time zones. In places where the sun doesn't shine, there is still a wonderful life.
Everyone wants to be successful and cared for. When our highlights have not been found, please do not give up, should be doubled efforts, so as to show themselves, to realize the value of their own lives. Because we do not live for others
-- title.
The midterm exams are approaching, the class teacher in order to encourage good students, began to find them one by one to talk.
Because he was not good at studying, the teacher never approached him. He was both envious and jealous, and wanted to work hard to really learn something so that the homeroom teacher could talk to him once. However, he was a bit discouraged because every time he tried hard, his grades never improved. He knew that his homeroom teacher was too busy and didn't have much energy for poor students like him. If the teacher can say a sentence: "as long as you double your efforts, you will make great progress," even if this, he would be satisfied, he will be doubled confidence, to catch up .......
But he waited day after day, and his wish was never realized.
The teacher paced through the door again, and he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he realized that the teacher was slowly, step by step, moving towards him. He was so excited, thinking to himself: the teacher is going to find me, the teacher is going to talk to me He waited and waited excitedly. The teacher touched him with her hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him "Why isn't he here?" This is when he really tasted the pain when the bubble of hope burst.
Hey, teacher. When will you really look at me for a few moments? When will you understand the wishes of a poor student like me?
He waited, waiting in greater hope .......