The word "praise" as a recent often appear in the life of the popular words, it represents both the recognition and approval of a thing; can also represent the support and recognition of a person. Everyone has a unique experience of liking something in their life. Similarly I also have my experience of likes. Let me share it with you.
In that hot sunny afternoon, because I was really bored at home, I took a walk in the neighborhood. But soon I was sweating profusely. Although I wanted to go home, I was discouraged by the thought that I would have nothing to do at home. Suddenly, a great idea came to me.
"Boss, a cold drink." I went to the kiosk, "6 dollars." A middle-aged man walked up to the counter and said to me with a kind smile on his face." Boss, money." "Take care, come back next time."
Unconsciously, the sun was about to set. A cup of cold drinks drink out, I want to buy another cup to drink at home. But once I pulled out my pocket and found that something was wrong, I had 20 yuan in my pocket. Why is there no money in my pocket now? How can I explain to my mom when I go home? So I went back to the kiosk with all sorts of puzzles and doubts.
From afar, I saw the boss standing in front of the store, and from time to time looked around anxiously. I went up to him, he saw me coming, busy toward me. "Finally saw you, just did not see clearly (you walk in a hurry), want to call you, but can not see you. Here's the money to find you, here." Said, stuffed the money into my hand. At once, a stream of warmth into my heart, I sincerely said "thank you".
Now I think of this incident, still very touched. Perhaps a person's unintentional behavior, can impress others, so that others for you to praise.
Dear mom and dad, I want to praise you!
Whenever I am sad and upset, you always comfort me. Let me know that there is not only sunshine in life, but also dark clouds. Be optimistic and open to life. Because God will open a window for you while closing a door for you.
Whenever I am happy, your faces will be full of happiness and joy. But at the same time, I am reminded not to be satisfied with small successes.
Whenever I am troubled, you always come to me at the first time to talk to me and help me think of ways. Let me know that the most important thing in this world is not money, not wealth, not to mention career, but affection.
Whenever I get a bad test, you do not criticize me like other parents, but patiently teach me and help me analyze. Tell me, the results are not the most important as long as you are happy.
Whenever I get angry, you don't stop me immediately, but let me calm down and then talk slowly. You guys told me to consider 3 minutes before doing something, how to do this thing, should I do it. You told me to think 3 seconds before I speak, what is the use of speaking, should I say it or not.
Whenever I want to run away, you tell me that no matter what I do, as long as I am brave to face it, everything is not a problem.
Whenever I want to give up, you no longer indulge me, but seriously tell me to insist.
I also realized that as long as I persist in my efforts, there is nothing I can't do. However, there are times when I don't try hard enough, and you have told me that learning is for yourself, not for us, and not for the teacher. Don't play some small smart, there is no seamless thing, in fact, we are better than you ......
Dear mom and dad, you have taught me too much. I thank you all! I want to give you all kudos!
Kudos to you Essay 3In the evening, the setting sun cascaded down sharply like golden satin, lighting up a part of the city and, at the same time, lighting up her.
She is a familiar female cleaner, about forty or fifty years old, wearing a big and dirty yellow vest, hair casually ò together, lined with healthy wheat-colored skin, brown freckles dotted between the vague wrinkles on the forehead. There was also a girlish pink bow that stood out in place of the bit of work cap.
She quietly repeats the action at hand - reaching into the pool of water with her tongs and feeling around, trying to fish out the white, unidentified object that looms there. Finally, as she brought the tongs up for the 17th time, the white unidentified object was fished out. Oh, it was just a small piece of chewing gum, was it worth fishing for so long? Out of curiosity, I went up to her and said, "Auntie, why are you wearing a pink bow?" She was stunned at first, and then looked a little embarrassed: "We are in this line of work with low salary, we can't afford to buy pretty clothes. Besides, the work I do is dirty and tiring, so it's not appropriate for me to work in new clothes." Said, also pretended not to care about shrugged shoulders.
Listening to her confident voice, remembering her meticulous work, I can not help but respect.
The twilight is getting thicker, like a layer of gold to the earth. The evening sun also seems to form a big "praise" word. That's right, for her - "pink butterfly" praise!
You see, the roadside, the balcony, the roadside, the balcony! The roadside, the balcony, where there is no shadow of grass, where there is no small flower fragrance!
Autumn girl tiptoe, quietly, quietly, autumn came! Let the grass from the "young" pop to "old man", from young green pop to yellow, from "spring grass" pop to "fall grass". From "spring grass" to "autumn grass". The time, like water, flows really fast!
I ate breakfast as usual downstairs walk, downstairs green grass, has become yellow grass. I suddenly glimpsed, yellow grass, there is a mass of green things, take a closer look, the original is a mass of grass, green, as if a piece of vellum with a color pencil hit a small green dot. I walked up and gently touched the grass. This is a small group of grass, tenaciously stand head and shoulders in a pile of yellow grass in the center, as if to fight with the fall to the end.
When the sun came out, the tips of these grasses stretched around, and I suddenly realized that underneath this mass of grasses, there was a beautiful, delicate, shy flower, so, the grasses stretched around, in order to let the flower bask in the sun!
When it rains, as soon as you hear the thunder, the grasses rush to wrap the little flower, themselves by the wind and rain, by the thunder, and the little flower, unharmed. Sleeping, the grasses will hold the small flowers, so that the small flowers in their embrace sweet sleep. Soon, the grass "died", small flowers to live up to the expectations of the grass, defying the wind and rain, grew into a big flower.
I think, we are the flower. Mom and dad are the grass. There are good things, mom and dad let us, they cover us from the wind and rain. They will die one day, so we should not live up to their expectations, grow into a "useful" flower? I want to praise mom and dad, praise for the grass, praise for their selfless spirit!
In the corridor, under the sun, looking at her back, listening to her high heels knocked out of the crisp sound, the whole person is full of positive energy.
Ms. Ni, an ordinary English teacher, but she used her time and power to inspire us to move forward in the world of the English language, every section of the English language will hear her loud and clear lectures, and every lesson will see the dark green blackboard covered with her pale and powerful board, and that's how she is so dedicated to her work every day, and never slacked off for a month and a month. That incident passed a few months ago, but it is still y reflected in my mind.
Early in the morning, the sunlight through the window sprinkled in the classroom gray cement floor, students quietly lying on the table waiting for the arrival of the teacher, a few minutes later, the door of the classroom was gently opened, a black leather shoes stepped in, Ms. Ni hand holding the textbook, frowning tightly frowned, hair hanging down in front of the forehead, the sound of the high heels of the pops did not have the previous. The sound of her high heeled shoes was no longer as lively and powerful as before, but became dull and frustrating. The teacher's soft voice echoed in the classroom. Her hands supporting the podium, head hanging on one side, the corner of the mouth raised, but slightly bitter: recently my mother's health is not good, may often not in school, students should be sympathetic to ah. The class was silent, looking at the teacher, waiting for the teacher to speak, but then the teacher was full of energy into the lecture. Ms. Ni will always hide her inner pain, with a renewed spirit of teaching knowledge, correcting homework.
She is like a beam of sunshine, the surface seems to be transparent, harsh, but in fact it is colorful inside, also has a happy, loving heart.
Praise for you essay 6Accompany you to think of the acid, embrace into warmth; accompany you to the uncertainty, write the plot. How long is the future, and then long there is still looking forward to, accompany you until you finish the story. Your company; your strong; your goodness Qingfeng for you to praise.
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The clear wind raises growth - praise for you
It lives in a corner of my old house, it lives in obscurity every day. But I think it is an extraordinary tree, it is about the same size as me, it has been there since I can remember, it has been a small sapling, look up at those tall trees, it is so insignificant. From time to time I would look at you and giggle, happy to have a little friend who was a head shorter than me. But after a while you seem to have reached the age of "leaping", you desperately growing, compared to me as a dwarf, your growth makes me a little too far. The wind blows through the treetops, rustling, it witnesses your growth.
The clear wind lifted strong - praise for you
You have this tenacious vitality. Years later, the road was built in front of the house, you were in an awkward situation after that, half concrete, half sand in the middle of the dilemma. Thought you would not be able to hold out, with me a roaring respectively, but you hard to hold out, desperately sucking nutrients and water, in the wind blowing you become stronger.
The wind is always good - praise for you
You are the embodiment of goodness, in the stormy weather, there will always be some people forget to bring umbrellas, to hide under your bad to avoid the wind and rain, you always come to refuse, and generously "guests" gathered in the arms, for them to cover the wind and rain.
The clear wind blows over your growth, your strength, your kindness. Witnessing the process, praise for you.
You are a group of fearless "retrograde"! You are white, green, blue, red, colorful ...... In the face of the new coronary pneumonia epidemic outbreak you rushed to the "front line"!
I want to give you credit! However, I am also worried, perhaps you may ask: worried about what? I'm worried about your safety, I'm worried that the virus will eat away at your health, I'm worried that the lack of protective materials will lead to the spread of the virus, and I'm worried that I'll lose my favorite family members and friends in this unprotected "war."
Some people are panicking and losing their minds, and others are losing their minds. Some people began to panic, lost their heads, lost confidence ...... However, you "retrograde" in the smoke-filled "camp" in the fight for time with life in the bloody battle! You come from different cities, different industries, give up and family reunion, give up the easy vacation, give up the beautiful clothes, shaved into a bald head, cut off the long hair, wearing diapers, and even give up the precious life ... at all costs to help the patient, to defend the country!
You are the health care workers who are fighting with death! It is the reporter who reported the most timely "anti-epidemic" news! It is the uncle of the People's Liberation Army who defends the security! You are the community workers who distribute alcohol door-to-door! It's the porters who transport medical supplies! It's the courier who delivers fresh fruits and vegetables to your door!
Good news is also pouring in! There are cured patients discharged from the hospital, the source of the virus has been found, the intermediate host of the virus has been found, the transmission of the virus has been found, our scientists step by step towards the victory in the progress, it is good!
Life is never quiet, but there are people who are carrying the weight for you. I wish these "retrograde" safe return! The world is safe and sound!
"The five-starred red flag flutters in the wind, and the victory song is so loud and clear ......" Whenever this inspiring song echoes in my ears, I think of our great motherland.
On the first day of school, I watched the program "The First Lesson of the School Year", and I was y moved and inspired by it. The program mainly tells five patriotic stories about the five-star red flag, and each story condenses their strong love for the motherland. It made us realize that the five-star red flag was dyed red with the blood of martyrs, and without the bloodshed and sacrifice of the revolutionary forefathers, there would be no establishment of new China, not to mention the happy life we have today. In our country, people from all walks of life have been quietly dedicated to guarding the honor of the five-star red flag, and this act of safeguarding national interests is the responsibility of every Chinese.
What touches me most is the story of the first generation of "climbers" who built the "Chinese ladder" with their own bodies and put the flag on the top of Mount Everest. In them, I saw the patriotic spirit of not afraid of sacrifice, never give up, unity and hard work. They made the five-star red flag become the embodiment of patriotic spirit and fly in all of our hearts forever. In life, each of us will encounter difficulties and setbacks, just like climbing Mount Everest, we need to overcome our inner timidity, defy difficulties and obstacles, and be brave to climb. As long as we are down-to-earth and persistent, one step at a time, we will certainly be able to climb the highest peak of life! If each of us can do this, the motherland will become stronger and more prosperous!
Dear motherland, I am proud of you! The five-star red flag flying high, I praise you!
Praise for you Essay 9In the past, I always thought that cleaners were just a small, humble profession. But when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but praise an ordinary cleaner aunt, because she has the qualification.
"Ding bell--", class is over, I leisurely go to the toilet. Just as soon as I went in, a foul smell came to my nose, and I believe that if I stay here for a second, my pleasant mood is all broken; if I stay here for a minute, my life expectancy is reduced by a day; if I stay here for a day, my ideal changes immediately into leaving the place. I covered my nose, rushed in with the speed of a thunderbolt, and was about to dash out of this "sinister" place at supersonic speed when I suddenly realized that a cleaning lady was holding a button with a stick. I asked, "Why are you holding the button with a stick?" She said, "Because it's a button. She said, "Because this button is broken, the water can't flow out, and the only way to do it is to hold it against this button."
I froze, in this stinky, full of "poisonous gas" in the toilet to stay a while to go crazy, not to mention that you have to always use a stick against the button. This kind of common people can not imagine things, in front of me this seemingly insignificant cleaner but did. The clear water kept flowing out, flushing the dirt out of the toilet, and the stench in the toilet gradually faded away. Auntie held on for a while, her weathered hands were trembling slightly, and the veins on the back of her hands were protruding; Auntie put down the stick and shook off her sore hands, and her mouths were reddened. No good, the water flow stopped, and the smell from the toilet slowly, slowly came out again. Auntie hurriedly pressed the stick against the button, and the water began to flow again.
Fate has given us different roles, and instead of doing nothing, we should be selfless. Even the smallest occupation may become a great laborer person, a success, I praise for the cleaner aunt!
Kudos to you Essay 10I saw a woman taking a laborious step toward here from not far away. Don't try so hard, the car is moving, I thought darkly. Instead, the car stopped. The driver waited until the woman was standing still and started the car. I looked up in surprise; it was a woman holding a child, her head hanging down as she fumbled for change, unsteady but clutching the child in her hands. As she struggled to reach me, I tugged at her, "Auntie, have a seat." She smiled gratefully. She smiled gratefully. There was love between her eyes, her hand patting softly on the back of the baby in her arms, a mesmerizing note on her lips. I scrutinized: hair disheveled, face has been blown by the cold wind pale, under the eyes lying a few threads of blue, the whole person is very weak, but her eyes have never left the child. The clamor of the carriage did not disturb the infant's sleep.
A white face, red and very pleasant mouth spitting bubbles. The carriage shook again. She clutched her baby tightly, but she couldn't find her balance. The young man next to her immediately gave her a hand, and his movements were gentle. "Thank you guys. Thanks to the lad she turned her head again and smiled at me. The little baby smacked her lips. She immediately hung her head and hummed the faint tune. I knew there was a great mother in front of me. I knew the lad had a warmth that could not be wielded. The cold wind is pounding again, pedestrians are in a hurry, and I. Have seen the world's most beautiful, warmest love.
I stick out my thumb, for the mother, for the lad, but also for the driver, kudos!