I admire such people very much. We will meet all kinds of people in our life, some will make you cry with gratitude, some will make you hate to avoid, and some will make you extremely helpless ... but there is such a person, which makes me admire.
He is an old man, sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, a face full of furrows and ridges, and the veins stood out on his hands. He looks very old. He always stands at the nearest traffic light intersection to Yanglan Primary School to help the traffic police maintain traffic order. Once someone runs a red light or the traffic is not smooth, he will whistle, and the chaotic traffic will suddenly become smooth.
On arriving at school, he began to work again. At this time, a "low-headed family" crossed the road while watching the mobile phone. Grandpa kept reminding him: "Son! It's dangerous for you to cross the road like this. Put down the phone! " But the young man seems to be possessed, completely immersed in his mobile phone, and seems to hear nothing. Suddenly, a car rushed up like a runaway wild horse, and the grandfather gestured desperately and whistled. The driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late! The car went straight for the young man.
At this critical moment, grandpa hurried forward and dragged the young man to the side of the road. The young man woke up from his dream and thanked the grandfather again and again: "Thank you! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have been lying underground. I remember your kindness. " Said, and he also took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket, thanking grandpa. Hearing this, the old man's eyebrows just unfolded and wrinkled again. He said seriously, "I certainly can't take this money." I should have saved you. Who will be saved from destruction? This is the conscience of being a man! " Grandpa put the money back into the young man's pocket and continued: "Don't play with your mobile phone when crossing the road in the future. Very dangerous. Mark my words and hurry back! "
From then on, grandpa's image in my heart is getting higher and higher. He volunteered to direct the traffic without expecting anything in return. His spirit is worth learning from each of us. If there are more and more such people, the society will be better!
Such people make me admire the complete works of Li Qingzhao on the bookshelf, just like a piece of jade, glowing with moist light. In the bleak autumn, the poetess of the Song Dynasty poured a cup of memory wine, drank it alone under the window, and looked up at the north. The prosperity of the Song Dynasty was gone, leaving only broken old dreams lingering.
I still remember that year, when you spent the first time, you were full of joy and happiness. This year is the beginning of your destiny change. With a stroke of the pen, you wrote a song "Like a Dream", which surprised the whole country.
I envy your writing and pen and ink, I envy your reading, and I regret your marriage. Zhao Mingcheng, the love of your life! How wonderful it is to be a husband and wife, how sweet it is to fly with me, and it is Qi Mei who envies others more. It's a pity that Ming Cheng died young. You not only have to face the sadness of sorting out your husband's legacy, but also have to be displaced in that foggy era. How hard it is for a woman!
I admire you, a beauty, but Fu, you are too humble to forget your country. In the face of his hometown being trampled by the nomads from the Golden Army, he felt sad and indignant, and attached himself to the poem "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost hero". So far, you miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "
You, Jingkang adherents, Ci Sheng! You look at the mountains and rivers of the old country and sigh that "the mountains and rivers are left behind, and future generations are worried"; You miss your husband, and you are angry at "where people are, even the grass can't see the way back"; You look at the past and say in a low voice, "Things are people, not things, tears flow first."
A generation of talented women, the queen of eternal words. You, guarding your home, guarding your mountains and rivers, as a poet, using words as a critical tool, full of vitality and vitality!
You, let Du Nan, who prefers Jiangnan, be ashamed of Song Ting; You make countless beautiful women who only know how to dress ashamed; You, as a junior, I admire you; You are not only guarding your children's affair, but also your love for your country!
Li Qingzhao, a poetess in the Song Dynasty, poured a glass of memory wine in the bleak autumn, drank it alone under the window, held her head up with tears, and the wine turned into tears of mountains and rivers.
Such people make me admire writing this topic in the first day, and the back of my neck seems to be shaking. You know, the word "admiration" is not commonly used on weekdays. Besides, people worship great men who have made great contributions. I don't know what's wrong with me, so I worship such a person, a very ordinary person.
This man, often with a tall ponytail, has a smooth forehead and no hair. A pair of black-rimmed glasses sat firmly on the bridge of the nose, and the pupils under the lenses sparkled, making people afraid to look straight.
I am in the same class as this man. When I first started school, I met her with applause and admiration. She is a scholar and knows a lot about ancient Chinese and history. This has caused me a bad impression on her, because in my understanding, most of the scholars are "with deep eyes and long beards", all of whom are arrogant and indifferent to people. As for her, she has neither sunken eyes nor a flowing beard. I was completely moved by her gentle and intimate attitude towards others.
To say what I admire most about her, it can be simply summarized as one word "true", really true, sincere and true.
She smiled and laughed happily. After listening to a small joke or story, she often grinned and laughed incessantly, even ignoring the image.
She cried. She cried very sadly. At the sports meeting, she confidently reported her best skipping project, but she missed it because of an accident. We all advised her not to care. She pursed her lips and smiled as if to comfort us. Later, at the conclusion meeting, she finally could not help crying. In front of all her classmates, she stood up and sobbed in the classroom. She confessed her inner shame and regret in intermittent words. I looked at her red and swollen eyes and couldn't help but feel deeply. I have seen too many girls cry, crying like a pear flower with rain. And her crying is unpretentious, full of sincerity and responsibility to the collective.
People like her are well-informed but modest and polite; People like her are considerate and honest.
I admire such people very much.
Such people make me admire most people, such as astronauts, scientists and other great men. However, the person I admire most is the doorman in our community.
It was a hot noon. The summer sun is like a big fireball, too hot to escape. People in the community don't want to come out, and I also watch the scenery on my balcony. The community is empty and unusually quiet. Think about it, too. In such hot weather, it is estimated that no one wants to wander under the community.
Suddenly, a figure not far away caught my eye, which stood out on the deserted residential road. That's the uncle of the janitor in the community. He patrols the community regularly every day to maintain the safety of the whole community. Maybe it's too ordinary, so ordinary that I usually subconsciously ignore his existence.
Beside the guard room, there is a tall old poplar tree. It was so hot that soon the janitor was sweating like a pig. Cool and handsome, he stood under the old poplar, took a break and started his next tour. Although the guard uncle is forty or fifty years old, his waist is still as straight as the old poplar, guarding our safety with the old poplar.
Uncle doorman is unsmiling and keeps a straight face every day, giving people a very fierce feeling. However, all the residents who have come into contact with him know that he is actually a genuine warm-hearted.
Once, Grandma Wang next door came back from buying food, chatted with the doorman and came up. After a while, I heard Grandma Wang praise the doorman with her mother and other neighbors: "That doorman works very hard. I just told him to go to the guard room to have a rest. " He said he was afraid of what would happen suddenly in the future. Another aunt said, "Yes, I bought a lot of things the other day, but they were heavy. The doorman saw it and carried it upstairs without saying anything. He was very enthusiastic.
The enthusiasm of the guard uncle makes the whole community warm. Like the old poplar tree next to the guard room, he is deeply rooted in the soil and sticks to his post. Although he is ordinary, he can persist in doing the most ordinary things day after day, which makes him extraordinary.
Ordinary and extraordinary guard uncle, let me admire.
Such a person makes me admire a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his high nose, and his chubby cheeks show that he is serious. His motto in life is: "If you don't touch mud, you won't be evil." This is Lian Xiao.
He is a serious man.
Every cleaning, Lian Xiao is the most serious one. Once the teacher said, "Let a classmate clean the classroom." At this time, the classroom was surprisingly quiet. At this time, a hand held high. It's Xiaoxing. He picked up the broom without saying anything. For the good environment of our class, he swept the corner of the cupboard and under the seat. I said, "Don't sweep it so carefully, no one will see it anyway." "How can this work?" He said: "The class is my home, and protection depends on everyone!" I admire his seriousness.
He is an honest man.
The exam results have come out, and there is no doubt that he is the first. When the teacher gave us a lecture, the expression on his face became more and more serious. After class, he rushed out like an arrow and stopped the teacher. He said, "Teacher, your judgment on this question is wrong!" " "The teacher said," the scores are all finished. It doesn't matter whether you change it or not. " However, he stuck to his point of view. The teacher had no choice but to change the 100 mark of the paper to 95, but he was very happy. I admire his honesty.
He is a brave man.
Sports meeting registration, the teacher said which student signed up for1500m. There was a terrible silence in the classroom at that time. At this time, Xiaoxing raised his hand. According to my understanding of Xiao Xing, he usually doesn't exercise well and has a cold ... The teacher also said, "Otherwise, don't attend, you haven't recovered from your cold yet!" " Xiaoxing said, "Never mind, it doesn't matter if you have a small cold. A cold is nothing for the honor of the class. " The teacher said, "But this is 1500m!" Xiaoxing said: "Nothing, I can do it. What's the point? " I admire his courage.
This is the person I admire most, a serious person, an honest person and a brave person. I admire such people very much.
Such people make me admire the composition of the first grade. One cloudy afternoon, I hurried home. It was going to rain.
After a while, it began to rain lightly, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. They all walked slowly with umbrellas for fear that the rain would splash on their shoes. I saw an orange figure in the distance-a cleaner, a middle-aged woman, sweeping the leaves with a big bamboo broom, without wearing a raincoat. The rain soaked her trouser legs and the wind blew away her skirts.
Curious, I went up and asked, "Aunt, why don't you go home?"
She looked up and I could see clearly-chapped lips were slightly white, a few drops of rain were dripping from the tip of her nose, her eyes were bloodshot, and her headscarf was wrapped in messy hair. She is about fifty years old.
She saw me zheng, then put a wisp of hair to her ear and answered me:
"Well, it's autumn, the leaves are falling fast, and they will be all over the floor if they don't sweep for a while. This tree happens to be a sewer, which is easily blocked by fallen leaves. In that case, it would be troublesome. Many people have thrown garbage into the manhole cover, and the sewers are not smooth. "
"Then you should go home soon after sweeping." I said goodbye to her.
On the way home, I kept thinking that if everyone could stop throwing garbage into the manhole cover casually, if everyone could consider the cleaners, they wouldn't have to work so hard. People have always looked down on cleaners. I don't study hard. My mother sometimes says to me angrily, "If you don't study hard, you will sweep the streets when you grow up." But I think they are also great. Would our city be so beautiful if there were no cleaners? Thought of here, I can't help looking back at the orange figure.
The person I admire most is an obscure but hard-working cleaner.
Such people make me admire the first composition 7. It rained cats and dogs all at once, without warning. It was hard for us who were looking for Taiwan Province. I ran like hell, trying to catch up with the thin figure in front.
We are only one stop away from finding it, but there is still no reply at the last stop. Now it's raining again, and the interference is more serious, but she won't give up that little hope.
We looked for it for a long time, but we still found nothing. The heavy rain soaked our clothes. At this time, it was late autumn, and the wind was cold. I got cold after wearing only a short sleeve, and finally I couldn't help but give up.
"Moon, why don't we ... rush to the finish line?" I hesitated for a long time and couldn't help saying it. She stopped and looked at me. I don't know whether it is rain or sweat on her face. Her wet hair sticks to her face, but her eyes are particularly dazzling in this misty world. Her tone was unexpectedly firm, with a hint of pleading: "Xin-er, can you find it for a while?" No.8 (Taiwan Province) is getting louder and louder. "At the end of the day, I still don't have the heart to leave her alone in this terrible place, but nodded.
Another round of signals. This is the nth signal. Only we in this place, or only she, are still so persistent in looking for the platform that has troubled us for a long time.
She ran so firmly that I could see that her body trembled slightly because of the cold and her legs became stiff because of fatigue, but she persisted and refused to give up.
Finally, the sound of Channel 8 became louder, but its direction was in a forest.
I looked at the muddy ground formed by rain and the invisible Woods, and hesitated. But she has been desperate to rush in, I looked at her stubborn back, awe, and followed the past.
Suddenly, we saw a touch of blue in the dark green forest. It's too bright to dazzle our eyes. We finally found it!
Walking out of the Woods, I saw her face and that smile. It was a bitter and relieved smile, which she earned with the efforts of "Desperate San Niang"!
I admire such a person!
I admire such people very much. In my life, there are many people I admire, some are familiar and some are strangers. My uncle is one of the people I admire most.
When my uncle was young, he was a "poetic and self-righteous" young man. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his reputation spread throughout the village. However, he failed in the college entrance examination. For a confident person, this is a great blow. Cheer up, uncle. He passed the exam for the second time, the third time and the fourth time, but he still didn't make the list. He collapsed and felt completely abandoned by the world. People in the village never forget to make fun of my uncle when they pass by his house. His family earnestly advised him: "He is forty years old. If he doesn't work hard in the fields, he won't take the exam! " The family has no money to pay his tuition. Uncle doesn't want to be trapped by this mountain. He studies while doing farm work. Finally, I was admitted to the only university in the county for the fifth time.
Uncle is 90 years old, still reciting Tang poems, copying calligraphy and reading famous works at home and abroad. As soon as I entered my uncle's house, I heard his voice: "I want to know why my golden harp has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval." . As soon as I entered the study, I saw my uncle reciting and writing calligraphy. Every word is so vigorous and powerful, and every movement is so engrossed. Every time we have a family reunion dinner, my uncle will ask us, "What's new recently?" We tell my uncle about the latest books and new knowledge, and he always chats with us happily. He read almost everything we said and learned. Such an old man is like a modern young doctor.
Uncle believes in self-reliance and lives on his pension and the income from selling couplets. Every Spring Festival, he will set up a table in front of the door to write couplets. Uncle's couplets are always like spring flowers, giving people a charm of spring.
Such people make me admire the composition of the first grade. In our class, there are many people I admire, and one of them is my favorite, because he ran fifth in the sports meeting.
Some people may think that the fifth place is nothing, but he did run 20xx meters and had some accidents on the way. Knowing this, you may know why I admire him.
As our school is a branch school, the sports meeting of our school is held in the general school, and the teachers and principals of our school hope to get a good result. The sports meeting has begun. We all achieved good results in one sport after another. In the last sport, "Ayong" from our class played. He is an expert in our monitor's running, but no one expected that he had a bad start. He fell at the beginning, and he fell badly. After falling, I turned a somersault, but when I ran again, I overtook a person. He still kept the original speed, surpassing several people, but he suddenly twisted his foot while running. We can clearly see the painful expression on his face, and his speed has obviously slowed down. At this time, several people passed him, and he accelerated again. At the end of about two or three hundred meters, he suddenly sprinted past several people and finally got the fifth place. Several people in our class have helped him. He limped back, and there was a fall on his arm, which bled until the end of the game.
I really admire him because I admire his indomitable spirit in the face of difficulties and setbacks!
This kind of person makes me admire my first composition 10. Some birds are doomed to be trapped because their feathers are too dazzling.
Andy, the hero of the movie The Shawshank Redemption, is a "bird" destined to be trapped in Shawshank prison.
1947, Andy, a banker, was accused of shooting his wife and her lover and sentenced to life imprisonment, which means he will spend the rest of his life in Shawshank prison.
When Andy first went to prison, he always acted out of place with others. Although he was trapped in prison, he always longed for freedom. In the days when he was not free of body, Andy always maintained the freedom of mind. He will take the prison yard as a park and walk leisurely in it; I will send a harmonica to Rhett and listen to the melodious and slight harmonica sound in the dead of night.
Later, Andy used his intelligence and identity as a banker to get to know a number of prison guards in the name of reasonable tax payment, and befriended the warden, gaining his trust and winning more opportunities for his escape plan.
However, the process of escape from prison is ups and downs. Nearly a month's solitary confinement, bullying by "three sisters" and Tommy's accidental death could not extinguish his desire for freedom. It seems impossible, but Andy caught every tiny firelight and finally realized the freedom he longed for.
As the movie said, in your heart, they can't take away the intangible hope, which belongs to you alone. It is precisely because of his infinite longing for freedom that Andy completed the most beautiful innocent defense in his own way with his calmness, peace, wisdom and belief.
Andy is a beacon in Shawshank prison, guiding the road to freedom. He is a lamp in my life, firmly following my heart, never giving in to power and never giving up the desire for freedom. How can such a person not let me admire?
Although Andy is a fictional character in the movie, his spirit will remain in my heart forever, guiding me to the road of spiritual freedom.