Such people let me write my own composition topic.
I admire such people very much.
I really admire him. I admire, admire and respect his spirit, perseverance and personality.
The rain hit him mercilessly, but he didn't feel a trace of escape. He was holding a broom almost as tall as him in that street, sweeping away dead leaves. At this time, raindrops fell on the ground, and there were few people in the street. He has no umbrella, only his straw hat accompanies him.
He is a man who knows magic-cleaning the streets bit by bit. No, it's not an exaggeration! Because it is! The scorching sun scorched Xiangtan, and the whole Xiangtan was like being baked in an oven. Hot air, hot floors, walls and trees are all hot. But he's still here, still wearing his work clothes. I can see that he is very hot and tired-he is still panting, and there seems to be a drop of sweat on his forehead. But he did not stop. He continued to sweep. After sweeping for a while, I need to wipe my forehead with my hand. When he looked up, I saw that he was still smiling. He didn't rest. He kept sweeping.
When I get up every morning, he has already started sweeping the floor. When I wanted to sleep, he was still sweeping, sweeping, sweeping ... I still remember that on that snowy day, the snow had covered the ground like a white quilt. It was only 45 o'clock! He has already started to work. He swept all the snow in a corner of the street and waited for it to melt into water. When he came to the roadside, his hands were red with cold. I want to ask him if he is tired or cold. I want to give him my scarf, I want to give him my cotton-padded jacket and I want to give him my gloves.
Everyone should have guessed that he is a sanitation worker, and there are many sanitation workers. They are selfless and don't ask for anything in return, but many people still dislike them for being dirty and smelly. In fact, we should sympathize with them and thank them for their contribution to society. I really admire your spirit.
Such a person asked me to write a second composition, what was the topic?
I admire such people very much.
In the unique misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you came quietly. Big and divine eyes with slightly drooping eyelashes and slightly upturned corners of the mouth, holding an oiled paper umbrella in hand and gently stroking Bai Lianhua with the other hand. Small round drops of water on the white lotus slipped into the water, causing tiny ripples that were almost invisible. You smiled and walked towards a life that amazed me and made me admire.
You spent your childhood in a water town. Raindrops dripped from the eaves, leaving a crisp sound on the bluestone board. An equally clear children's voice came from the room, getting closer and closer: "It's raining, it's raining!" " Childhood passed quickly, and only the long rain echoed in my ears. ...
You grow up and become the high flyers of the architectural design department. After graduation, you and your husband Liang Sicheng look for unknown ancient buildings hidden in the mountains of China. When you climb the mountain and cross the river, you finally find the magnificent ancient temple. The bricks and tiles have gone through vicissitudes, the pavilion covered with cobwebs and the Buddha statues covered with thick dust are priceless in your eyes. You have come a long way and experienced difficulties and obstacles, but you still persist. I wonder if in the dead of night, you think of the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, and whether there is a long rain in your ears. But you are no longer the naive girl who has passed the test of Qian Shan. Your gentle brow is a little more determined and tenacious, but your calm and calm manner remains the same.
"I said that you are an April day on earth, laughter lights up the winds around you, and light spirits dance and change in the glory of spring." You are an excellent architect and writer. Look at these magnificent pictures, misty and rainy, and let your inspiration gush out. The light language and lively style in You Are the April Day on Earth make people admire you as a talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River.
After the founding of New China, you participated in the design of the national emblem, and this shining national emblem condensed the fruits of your labor. At this time, you have entered middle age, and the vicissitudes of life do not seem to leave too many traces on your face. I seem to be the dignified, beautiful and optimistic woman when I was young. Sometimes, a person, a book, a cup of tea and a dream all seem lonely and wonderful, and only at this moment will the world be so calm on your peaceful face.
You are like a white lotus, quietly blooming in troubled times. You are the most determined, tenacious, agile, peaceful, dignified and admirable talented woman in Jiangnan-Forever Forest.
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
I admire such people very much.
"Dear audience friends in front of the TV, hello everyone! Welcome to today's weather forecast. Tomorrow, the temperature in Xiangtan and other areas will continue to drop and there will be heavy snow. Please … "I was very excited when I heard that it would snow tomorrow!
"Jingle bells, Jingle bells!" The sound of the alarm clock accompanied the arrival of Cheval, and I forgot to change clothes. I just took a thick and big coat beside me, put it on, ran straight to the window, opened the curtain and put my hand on the glass. "It's so cold!" ! I put my face in the past and looked around. It was all white between heaven and earth. Wow, it's beautiful! I can't help exclaiming! I'm curious about a baby who hasn't seen snow for a long time!
Standing by the windowsill for a long time, I was awakened by the sound of shoveling snow. I came to my senses and suddenly had an interesting idea. After seeing the snow, why not play? So armed to the teeth, I went out and went downstairs with great excitement!
I'm relieved. It's really cold outside! Huh? Why is there no snow? The car runs smoothly on the road. Is it inconvenient to travel in this weather? The sidewalk is flat, too, except for the accumulated snow on both sides of the road. I looked forward and saw some people in orange vests shoveling snow with various tools. I walked towards them. Even in the cold winter, they have swept a clean and safe road for Xiangtan with warm hands. They are sweating from night to day, and from the Second Ring Road to Jianshe North Road, people come and go warmly! They are a fire in winter, opening a bright road for people!
They are not heroes or superhuman beings, but they can feel full of positive energy when they walk past them. They seem to be attracted by the past! Their heart of serving the people has taught us future generations! No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter whether it is cold or hot, they will always be by our side!
They are a group of ordinary and great sanitation workers whom I admire!
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
I admire such people very much.
That person is humorous, that person is serious, that person is cheerful, that person is introverted, that person. ...
As my friend and monitor of our class, Fang Yicheng was deeply impressed by him from elementary school to junior high school. Sometimes he drills around in the ocean of learning, just like seeking truth from the bottom of the sea. The higher you climb, the harder it is to climb; The harder it is to find, the more hungry it is. He wants to learn everything in the textbook.
As my friend, space bound recovery is a humorous and cheerful space bound recovery. He sometimes likes joking, some humorous people; Sometimes he is very open-minded, but he is meticulous in his study. He is very focused in his study, and the most amazing thing is his learning efficiency. Sometimes I recite the text with him, and I only recite half of it, but he finishes it at once. Sometimes I can't believe my eyes. I have been reciting the text wholeheartedly, but he is faster than me. Is it time? He has memorized it? Is it efficiency? He has more methods than I do? I asked him, and he simply said, "Remember more and recite more." I don't understand, so this is what I admire about him.
As the monitor of our class, he is serious. I admire him for being serious, decisive and reasonable. He is not very talkative, and he is a little silent after class. He always does his homework in his seat and is a little introverted.
However, his enthusiasm is recognized by all of us. He usually cares about the class and will take the initiative to help those students with poor grades, so I will respect him very much.
This is the person I admire-my friend, the monitor of our class.
Such a person asked me to write my own composition topic five.
I am moved by such people.
Although we are not familiar with such a civilian hero with lofty spirit, what he did really impressed me. My mind went back to the scene on TV:
The TV program "Civilian Heroes" reappeared, saying that a resident suddenly caught fire because of improper installation and use of his own gas tank, and there was a possibility of an immediate explosion. The owner immediately panicked and shouted. The neighbor next door came, "hit 1 19" and the squealer ran away. To tell the truth, anyone who dares to get close to this situation will explode at any time!
The host is still crying for help from passers-by outside the house, and his voice is almost hoarse. At this critical moment, an enthusiastic and bold man passed by, only to see him grab a pole with a hook and rush in without saying anything, and soon he saw him dragging a fiery red object out and running on the road. Everyone screamed when they realized that the hot object was a gas tank that could explode at any time. I watched this thrilling scene and felt the same way. I dare not make a sound in my throat. I feel the smell of death so close.
The hero is not affected at all. He ran so fast that he turned around and threw the fiery red gas tank into the pond, which successfully prevented the explosion disaster. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The landlord sat on the ground with weak legs and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you for saving my home." I also shed tears with the mainstream of the room.
Later, I put pictures interviewed by reporters. He smiled shyly and said, "I didn't think much at that time, only I knew what I should do." What he did, I think: he towed away the gas tank that was about to explode at any time, he put his life and death at risk, and he saved the lives and property of the residents ... It was such plain and simple words that touched me, and it was such warm and noble behavior that touched me. Let us pay tribute to such a civilian hero!
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
Such people make me unforgettable.
On the time axis of life, there are always a few lingering names. Maybe a close relative, maybe a close friend. She is one of them. She is someone I will never forget.
She has been my head teacher since grade one. I have a general impression of her: a very gentle woman. Later, I don't know if it was because I was too impressed with her at first, or because she hasn't changed. I always thought she was a very gentle person.
Every time I enter her office, I will see her busy at her desk, either correcting her homework or preparing lessons. I don't know why, she always has a lot of things to do.
She dotes on us so much that even people in her office can't stand it. Every time I finish the exam, I go to her office with my friends. It may be the correct answer, but most of them are coquetry to her and let her correct our papers first. If it were another teacher, we might have been kicked out long ago, but she wouldn't. She always smiles helplessly and pulls out our first grade from a pile of papers to let us know the results first. Other teachers always scold her with a smile: "You just spoil them too much!" " She always smiled indifferently: "They are like my children. I don't spoil them. Who do I spoil? "
Later, we had to choose a school exam, and several grades in our class were particularly poor. She was in a hurry, so she gave us an extra class every afternoon, seven classes a day. Other teachers always laugh at her stupidity, saying that she works overtime every day and the headmaster won't give her a raise. She always laughs it off and goes on correcting our homework.
On graduation day, all the girls in our class cried and all the boys were red-eyed. She has always been strong, her eyes are moist, and her eyes are full of tears and disappointment. I didn't want to see such a picture, so I ran to her office. A lot of homework on the desk disappeared and was replaced by a thick photo album. Curiosity drove me to open the photo album. It's full. From grade one to grade six; From thigh height to taller than yourself. We spent six years, and we also spent six years of her youth. At the end of the album, there is a blank space of graduation photo, and there is a handsome handwriting: We have been crazy together for six years, and we have been willful for six years. A little graduation photo has fixed all your primary school days. Goodbye, my children. ...
Time has taken away her youth and our childhood, but what I can't take away is my unforgettable memory of her and the full memories between us!
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
I am awed by such people.
"Rigid personality ... will affect our potential ..." I was absorbed in my class notes, and inadvertently, a black shadow appeared behind the doors and windows. ...
Doors and windows shaped like dragon immortals
Her figure, always shuttling between the classroom doors and windows and the office, from time to time in the classroom door to explore the situation after work. That tight, serious face became the number one alert in the class.
At the slightest sign of trouble, the active students immediately sat up straight and took notes carefully, as if they had kept this posture all the time. ...
As long as we look at her sign on the doors and windows, we can immediately break out in a cold sweat.
But this sign is usually difficult to find, because she will always launch a sudden attack when we are slack, appear quietly like a dragon and hold our "throat" tightly. Of course, students who have committed crimes will inevitably have a taste of "fried meat with bamboo shoots".
But with such a serious and strict teacher, the learning atmosphere in our class is getting stronger and stronger.
Clever lying relaxes my heart.
According to the grapevine, she will return to her hometown recently.
When this statement came out, the whole class cheered, just like the successful launch of the manned spacecraft Shenzhou 5.
But there are also many people who have doubts: "What if she looks at us with her eyes?" ? ""Are you sure it's true? " But most people were carried away by excitement, and even several boys encouraged each other to go downstairs to play ball before the "ball ban" expired.
However, the next scene instantly solidified our boiling blood! I saw a familiar figure, his hands in his pockets, a leisurely face appeared at the door of the class, and his mouth was smiling.
One by one, we were struck by lightning and trembled all over. Alas, with such a mysterious teacher, the students in our class are completely obedient. ...
Chalk awakens a sleepy mind.
"Spring sleepy autumn sleepy summer sleepy". Some students are listless and yawn in class. Of course, this will be discovered by her so-called "Eagle Eye".
First, she stared straight at the classmate and observed it for a few seconds. If that classmate recovers, she will let him have a rest. If this classmate is still indifferent, she will throw the chalk head in her hand at the blackboard.
At the same time, she shouted out the name of the classmate with the "lion roar" that she had practiced for more than ten years, followed by a series of questions: "Where did the square difference of the square difference formula come from? What are A and B? You doze off before you understand the problem and stand behind with a book! "
You see, with such a strict and responsible teacher, everyone in the class is full of energy and anger in math class. ...
This is my head teacher. I am in awe of her strict, responsible, earnest and powerful aura. But I know that all this is full of her hard cultivation of us.
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
Such people make me feel cold.
What is learning for? Parents, teachers or yourself?
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This semester, because the old math teacher was ill, I changed to a new math teacher. The teaching methods of the two people are very different. If nothing else, having a "Zhou Qing" is very different. The new teacher asked us to write the answer directly on Zhou Qing's question, then correct and make up for the mistake by reciting it, and then recite it with the warden after class. When the new policy came out, everyone had their own worries.
No, you see: after class, everyone rushed to the district chief, and my side was crowded with people. But asking questions one by one is too slow, so some people sit in their seats and rewrite the questions themselves. After reading it, I had a brainwave: why not let everyone copy the questions in the exercise book before doing it? So I don't have to waste my time, and I don't have to waste other people's time. What a way to kill two birds with one stone! As soon as the proposal came out, everyone returned to their seats and began to copy the questions and rewrite them.
But some people don't want to bother to copy it again and ask me if I can take a blank roll of paper and copy it again before doing the problem. I also readily agreed. After they copied it, they showed it to me and offered to give me the Zhou Qing questions they wrote. Then they sat in their seats and began to write, and I continued to finish my task.
After a while, I wanted to look at the time, so I turned to look at my watch, only to find that they were copying the answers at the same table. Suddenly the fire flew into a rage and rushed at them at once. When they saw me, they didn't have much expression. They said to me slowly, "You don't have to be too angry. If you study so badly with us, Zhou Qing won't let us pass the exam. " They were copying without looking up when they spoke. The "naughty boy" in our district looked shy and smiled and said to me, "Mayor, please give us an accommodation. Anyway, the teacher won't know."
Listening to their words, I had mixed feelings in my heart, and I sighed. Then I said, "The names in Zhou Qing's exam are randomly selected, not according to the learning level. Don't be lucky. " They disagreed and casually said, "What's the big deal even if it's a lottery?" After that, let me see what you can do to me. I'm really dumb to eat coptis chinensis-I have a hard time. A sense of powerlessness welled up in my mind. After a period of stalemate, I was defeated. When your mind is hot, you pretend you don't know anything and turn your head and leave.
I don't know if I did it right, but if I had to choose again, I would still do it.
When a person has given up on himself, why don't others give up on him?
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
I am moved by such people.
He is a man who makes me love and respect, and sometimes I am a little scared. But when I need it, nothing can stop him from doing his best to care for me. At that moment, I was moved to my heart.
This year's winter is another cold winter. The cold people shivered, and a biting cold wind blew to me. I took my hand out of my freshly heated pocket and tightened my hat. After school, I stood at the bus stop waiting for my mother's arrival, and one car after another flew by me. I waited and waited, but not my mother, but snowflakes flying all over the sky. They are beautiful, but I'm not in the mood to appreciate them. So I complained about my mother and this "disgusting" snow over and over again in my heart!
I looked down, and a drop of "water" fell to the ground, but turned into ice in an instant. I subconsciously reached out and touched my face, probably because of the damn wind, even though my face was covered with tears. I dry my face, sit on an empty stool, close my eyes, raise my head and let the snow hit my face. I don't know who held me in my arms, "Dad"! I was pleasantly surprised and cried excitedly in a hoarse voice. Father handed me that stupid thick cotton-padded jacket. "Mom temporary meeting, let me pick you up. Too bad I didn't drive. Let's go back by bus! " There was some apology in my father's tone. I just nodded in agreement.
On the bus, in my father's warm arms, a sleepy intention came to me. When I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in a warm and comfortable bed. I don't know how my father walked home step by step in the snow, carrying me 100 kilograms. It was already dark, and as soon as I went out, I saw my mother. "Where's Dad?" Send you back, and then go to work. Mom replied. I called my father and he said wittily, "wake up!" " What a slacker! I can fall asleep anywhere. "I answered him tearfully:" Yes. "Because from his voice, I can clearly hear that he is still panting wearily. In such a dark night, such a cold day and such a heavy snow, he is still fighting for this family.
He must work because he has our support; He didn't have to pick me up, but he chose to walk in the snow. Maybe he is not good at talking, but I know he loves me dearly. How can such a person not touch me? ...
Such people let me write my own composition topic.
Such people make me sigh.
In life, we will meet all kinds of people, some make you respect, some make you admire, some make you moved, and some let you down. ...
There is such a person in my life, who makes me sigh. I clearly remember everything that happened that day, and the person who had an argument with others and made me cry.
During the day, before the night falls, it becomes dark consciously. It was going to rain soon, and I walked out of the music room with great grace. At this time, the silver light flashed and slammed, and the rain kept crying like a wounded child. "Well, how can I go back? The teacher is far from here! " Next to the "big miss" complained again. I rolled my eyes at her anger and replied angrily, "I shouldn't have brought you." "Hum!" She gave a reasonable answer and didn't want to talk to her. It's so annoying
After walking for a while, a senior fell down. I paused and hurried to help. A nearby sneered, "Haha, I laughed so hard that I couldn't walk. Are you a pig? " I was very angry when I heard her words. I'm afraid she will be broken, because my sister's delicate eyebrows are a little angry. I quickly apologized for him, which made the elder sister look good. When I left, my elder sister asked me to go with him. She was holding an umbrella, but she didn't let the "big lady" in. The "big lady" was anxious and cursed: "Bitch, why don't you let me in?" I replied, "Your virtue is not enough to borrow an umbrella from others."
We had a quarrel, but the director was called and he was very angry. As soon as she opened her mouth, she called her immoral and inhuman. It's nice, but I still sighed for her, "Hey"!
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I am moved by such a person. There are 10 selected compositions.
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