1. An 800-word essay with a clue
In the open space of the hospital, there is a Bodhi tree filled with happiness and infinite love. Legend has it that anyone standing under the Bodhi tree will get his wish if a naturally falling leaf falls on him. However, once a new outpatient building was to be built, the removal of the banyan tree became a necessary condition for building the building. At first, only a small number of patients objected, but after this beautiful legend spread, the proposal to shovel trees and build buildings was opposed by all patients. As a result, the lights in the dean's office were bright and difficult to turn off every night. Until one autumn many years later, an old man with gray hair on his temples came under the bodhi tree. There are still many people under the tree. Sitting on the chair was the old dean who had retired long ago. When she was dying, her only request was to sit under a tree. One, two... bodhi leaves fell into her arms, and she hugged the leaves and passed away. Maybe someone knows why this tree is of such great value; maybe someone knows...but no one knows better than the old dean. It was she who drew the blueprint for the legend of Bodhi, and it has been spread far and wide. .
The old dean is the embodiment of this tree. She preserved this tree with her perfect heart and brought hope and expectation to people. The old dean used his beautiful kindness to heal the unfortunate people, and at the same time, he also cured many of the dirt in this impetuous world. She is like a big bodhi tree protecting people and purifying people's hearts.
In this world, we need too much love to warm and care for others, but beautiful bodhi leaves are everywhere. On campus, countless gardeners are like angels, brewing a world of fraternity and a swaying life all the time. The close relationship between teachers and students is the most true and beautiful. Their joys and sorrows depend on the growth of the children, and the achievements of each child are their happiness and joy. Therefore, I believe that if you pay, you will always be rewarded. ?
Project Hope fundraisers never leave their names when donating, nor do they need to say thank you. I often think that if each of us gave a little love and asked for less, the world would be better. warmth.
Children in SOS Children’s Village will not feel the coming of winter when they live there. Life is full of colorful sunshine. Everyone is wandering between care and love, and no one will think of a cent in return. It is a paradise full of love and dust-free, more longing for peace and no more chaos.
Everyone exchanges your beautiful smile for your most sincere smile, and injects all the enthusiasm into your heart. It reminds us of a song: "As long as If everyone contributes a piece of love, the world will become a beautiful world.
Bodhi leaves are always there, always in every corner of the world. As the writer Qiao Ye said: "To If the saint is not realized, the true Buddha is speechless. She is the biggest Bodhi leaf, bringing good fortune to all people. ” 2. A composition with clues running through the whole text, 800 words
Feeling about family love... (Using a family relationship as a clue throughout the text)
Family love is like a tree in the desert Wang Qingquan can help you when you are in trouble; family love is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.
Family love is a clear sky that can never be covered by clouds!
Feel about family love. Family love is like a guidepost in confusion, guiding you on the road ahead; family love is like a lamp, illuminating the life you should take; family love is like a cup of tea, which can warm your soul. . My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side. I remember that in the first grade of elementary school, I was playing on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be swept away by a wave of excitement. I was pushed down by force and my chin hit a rock. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said I had to go to the hospital for stitches.
After my mother learned the news, she put down her housework and went to the hospital at "faster than light speed". I rushed to the hospital. On the hospital bed, I was very scared and saw the doctor playing with a needle. Suddenly, my fear turned into countless tears.
At this time, my mother ran into the ward, held my hand, and kept comforting me and said, "Don't be afraid, it will be okay! Mom is by your side, and I will always be with you!" I stopped crying and turned around. He looked over his shoulder and looked into his mother's eyes. For the first time, I discovered that my mother’s eyes were so big, so bright, and so charming. Gradually, I fell into sleep.
I only vaguely remember that I was lying on a warm, solid back. It was rocking gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up. When I woke up, I was lying on a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a small spoonful of nectar into my mouth, and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her---my most beloved mother. Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I didn't want my voice to break the tranquility. I was thinking, if time can stop, please let it stop at this moment. Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this cozy cabin. They were very quiet and didn't seem to want to break the silence.
Family love is like a piece of honey, giving you a sweet taste; family love is like a clear spring in the desert, which can help you when you are in trouble; family love is like a ship that carries you. Let you set off on a long voyage.
Family love is a clear sky that can never be covered by dark clouds! 3. Write an 800-word essay using childhood as a clue
Childhood memories Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you reminisce; The rainbow in the storm; colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic; and like the winding path, allowing you to grow up. The wind cannot blow away these warm memories; rain can't blow away these warm memories; It is impossible for children to cover up these touching melodies. Only the lovely sunshine shines on them and preserves them. Looking back on the inconspicuous things in childhood, although the things are small, those memories are so I feel touched, because only with these memories can I continue to make progress and pursue my pursuits, so that I can grow up. Childhood always reminds me of the colorful dreams, the time when Yaya was learning languages, and the time when I just learned When you walk, when you step on the stage for the first time, when you call your parents for the first time, for the first time. At that moment, those shots appear in front of your eyes in an instant. 4. An 800-word essay based on writing about people and things as clues
My grandma "Later/I finally learned how to love/Unfortunately you have long gone/disappeared in the sea of ??people/later/finally in I understand through tears/Some people are no longer there once they are missed..." Whenever Rene Liu's soft voice rings in my ears, I can't help but think of my grandma.
In my childhood memories, my grandma occupies three-quarters of the space and time of my life. When I listen to "Later", every bit of my grandma appears in my mind like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. . Grandpa passed away when grandma was very young, leaving three children to be raised by grandma who had no labor force.
Grandma sheds tears all day long, relying on the support of relatives, friends and *** to maintain a broken home, but only two of the three children are left. When my father got married, because my family was poor, my grandma had to borrow money here and there to help him complete the marriage.
Poor people want to change. After my parents gave birth to my younger brother, they took him out to make a living. My sister and I lived with our grandma. The difficult living environment made my grandma cry often. I always felt annoyed at that time. Whenever I saw her crying, I would run to my classmate's house without paying attention.
My grandma is in poor health and often takes medicine. The house smells of medicine all the year round. I always feel that there are too many things going on in our family, and the last place I want to be is home. Later, after my father's hard work, the family's financial situation improved a lot, and my grandma also had extra money, so she would always buy food and clothing for me.
My classmates all envy me and say that I have a good grandma. But I don't think so: my parents earned the money, and it's normal for them to buy me things.
In my memory, I rarely treated her kindly. That year I was in the first grade of junior high school. When I came home from school at noon, my grandma was still lying on the bed. I knew she was sick again, so I looked at the pot again. ——No food. Somehow, maybe because I was hungry. I asked her why in angrily, and she answered me in a weak voice: Grandma didn’t have the energy to buy vegetables today, so she only cooked mung beans. You can eat some first. Stay for a while... Before she could finish her words, I ran away again. Soon, I transferred to the county seat. In a place where people and land were unfamiliar and I had to take care of everything on my own, I gradually felt the value of family ties. The days when I depended on my grandma for life were so unforgettable! I still clearly remember the phone call I had with my grandma: Grandma, I miss you so much, I really want to go home and study... This is the first time in my life that I miss her. I think she must have been crying at the time, but I know she But she smiled in her heart: My little granddaughter is sensible now.
When my grandma was alive, I never bought her food or anything to use. The only commitment I made was during the first semester of high school. Because of registration, I had to go early. I said to my grandma who was lying on the bed: "Grandma, I'm going to school, and you have to take good care of yourself."
Wait until next week (The school has a long vacation every month) When I come back, I will go to the supermarket to buy delicious food for you. Also, when I make money, I will use the first month’s salary to buy clothes for you.” She smiled. So kind, so brilliant, even with the innocence of a child.
However, on the second day after I reported to school, my grandma left forever without saying a word to me. Why, I still can't figure it out, wasn't she in good spirits when she spoke to me just yesterday? Didn’t she tell me to take care of myself and go home early? My promise has become my most guilty excuse. Life and death are the most helpless things in life, no matter you are an ordinary person or an emperor or a general.
Farewell is inevitable, but you can still do a lot of things within your power before death to make your loved ones who love you happy. At this time, the question "How many things are there" came to my mind? Love can come back again/How many people are worth waiting for/When you cherish it and come back later/I don’t know if this love/will still be there...” I found it from the Internet and changed it if it was inappropriate.
5. An essay of about 800 words with emotions as clues
When I was practicing calligraphy, my writing was sloppy. Every time I did my homework, I was criticized by the teacher, saying that if I didn’t write neatly, I would definitely suffer in the exam. Originally My studies are not bad, but because I am not good at writing, my scores in every test are not high. My mother gave me an ultimatum: "I want to send you to learn calligraphy!" In fact, I don't want to learn to write because writing is too boring. , can it be more interesting than playing games? QQ Speed ????is fun. With your driving skills, you can climb over mountains and ridges and pass through enemy blockades. And learning to write, sketching on graph paper one stroke at a time, is so annoying. I don’t want to learn calligraphy, but my mother Every Saturday and Sunday morning, I was sent to the teacher’s house. The calligraphy teacher’s surname was Zhang. He was not tall, a little chubby, and had a very kind temper. On the first day he taught a few of our students, he taught him The winning works in the national calligraphy competition were shown to us. Looking at the dragons and phoenixes in the painting, I couldn't figure out why it won the first prize? Maybe this is the so-called art of calligraphy. But Teacher Zhang’s block letters are as neat and beautiful as printed ones. When Teacher Zhang teaches us to write, he first starts with the font structure of the word "米" and the "Hui" Gong grid. He said that the characteristics of Chinese characters are composed of squares, so the matching of each square should be even and reasonable, so that the font will be pleasing to the eye. I don’t understand it, but I practice according to Teacher Zhang’s method. After a month, I The written words are much neater. Next, Teacher Zhang taught us how to use the pen and the writing method. He said that the hard pen has a front edge and a side edge. If the pen is used with the front edge, the strokes written will be strong and upright. If the pen is used with the side edge, the strokes will be written The lines are soft and sharp... I started practicing with strokes such as dots, strokes, and strokes. I slowly overcame my impatience and concentrated on writing stroke by stroke. I pondered carefully and gradually mastered some writing skills. After one semester , the homework samples I wrote were enough to be posted in class. The teacher praised me many times and said that I wrote very vigorously. After finishing my homework every day, I used my free time to write. Maybe because of more practice, I The more I write, the more neat and beautiful my words become. I fall in love with calligraphy. When writing with this method, pay attention to the following issues: First, select materials and organize the article according to the different changes in feelings about the event. The emotional clues in "Practice Calligraphy" are very obvious : I didn’t like writing at first→My mother forced myself to learn calligraphy→My writing improved and I started to like writing a little bit→Until my homework was posted in class, I finally fell in love with calligraphy. The story is told smoothly and vividly as the emotions change. Chapter 1 2. In the process of describing the entire event, organize the material through different psychological feelings and plan the layout of the article. The article "Feeding the Pigs" captures the mentality of feeding pigs: Impatient with feeding pigs → Because the piglets are ungrateful, I left the pig pen angrily → After listening to my mother’s words, I fed the pigs again and found that the pigs were snatching the food. I felt relieved → Feeding the pigs was also very interesting and I fell in love with feeding the pigs. The writing was smooth and explained that you should have a calm mind when doing things. Only in this way can things be done well. Third, conceive the article and organize the materials through the different attitude changes of the characters during the development of the event. For example, "Kitten Fishing", the entire article develops the storyline based on the changes in the attitude of the kitten fishing. The Kitten Comes When I went to the river, I saw a beautiful butterfly that forgot to fish. When it wanted to concentrate on fishing, a bee attracted it again. Finally, under the guidance of the old mother cat, the kitten began to fish attentively and caught a lot. Fish. This story illustrates a truth: you have to be patient in order to gain something. 6. Write an 800-word narrative using grades as a clue
Grades are the thing that people pay most attention to in modern times. Teachers reward and punish students based on their performance, and parents use their performance to understand how well their students are studying in school. However, can these results really prove a student's true level of learning in school?
Some people think that yes, grades represent the quality of learning in this half semester and are an acceptance result.
Some people think not. Grades represent results, but do not represent the quality of learning or the amount of knowledge learned.
Personally, I don’t think it’s entirely right. Grades can represent the results gained in half a semester or a semester and provide a summary of these efforts. But grades do not represent the quality of a student.
In the eyes of parents, grades are their acceptance of whether and how much their children have learned in school. Some parents are more than that. They think that their children's achievements are both a way to show off and to be ashamed of. Of course, if your child's grades are good, you can show them off in front of other parents. Once you "fall off the horse", you will feel embarrassed. The drop in grades makes them feel embarrassed to speak out in front of other parents.
In the eyes of teachers, it is very common to use grades to determine the quality of students. When choosing a position in the class, even if it is a vote, the teacher will restrict it and put students with good grades among the voters. But can such a vote really convince everyone? There are countless opportunities for people with good grades, but only a handful for people with bad grades.
Returning to the topic, the quality of students cannot be judged from the aspect of learning. The teacher taught us: If we want to be successful in the future, we must learn knowledge well. Indeed, today's society pays attention to academics, and companies need talents with advanced degrees such as doctorates and masters. But are they really all talented? What about their character? This important thing is often ignored when studying.
To determine whether a student is good or bad, besides grades, there is also the aspect of character. Does a person with good grades really have a complete character? Do people with poor grades really lack character? If you think so, it can be said to be Miao theory. If a person has good grades but lacks basic character, is he really a good student? Can’t a person with poor grades become a good student if he possesses the most basic or even more basic qualities of a human being?
When students study in school, they are learning knowledge, not a tool for parents to compare themselves to. Some teachers encourage mocking puppets. In this case, in order to become a good student in the eyes of teachers and a good child in the eyes of parents, students will secretly cheat during exams. So what kind of assessment is there? Although students who cheat have poor self-control, does it really have nothing to do with it? The natural answer is no.
Therefore, although it cannot be said that there is no relationship between the quality of students and their grades, there is not too much relationship either.
I hope that parents and teachers will not use grades to comment on the quality of a student or child, as this will encourage them to form unhealthy tendencies. Students learn knowledge, not compete with abilities.
7. The 800-word essay on my father requires clues, descriptions, and emotional discussion, preferably dad
For some reason, unknowingly, tears fell from the corners of my eyes and dripped on my lips. Drops in my heart. I will never forget the author's sentence: "Have you ever shed a tear for your father?" Yes, I have not shed a tear for my father, although there are often tears in the corners of my eyes. I once shed a tear for a lonely old man I never knew. I have shed tears for the hawkers who worked hard in the cold wind. I thought they were suffering too much. But in front of my father, who worked hard day and night for work, he managed to show a happy face when he came home. Such a father has never shed a single tear. Friendships will always fade, vows may be forgotten, but family love will always be buried in the heart. "Blood is thicker than water, roots and leaves are connected." The father in the article is The author put in all his efforts, and why didn't my father put in his greatest efforts and efforts for me? Every night, no matter how busy or tired he is, he will take time to check my homework, for fear that I will not know the questions or make the wrong questions. Sometimes, he will even fall asleep on the desk because of fatigue. I am a daughter. Can you not feel distressed? However, I have never shed a tear for my father. On Saturdays and Sundays, he took time out of his busy schedule to take me to study classes and specialty classes, and gradually cultivated me into a versatile girl. And the years, But it made my father's tall body become heavier and heavier, and my confident face became older. Slowly recalling every detail in life, I suddenly discovered how great father's love is. At that parent-teacher meeting, I wrote to my father A small thank you letter, only a few lines, but my father was moved to tears. You know, it was only a few lines! At that time, I felt that my father was so worthy of praise for the first time, and I shed tears for my father for the first time! Friends, have you ever resented your father’s harsh reprimands? Have you ever looked down upon him for being out of date? Have you ever been separated from your dad due to the "generation gap"? There must have been one, right? However, please remember that in this world, the person who loves you the most, loves you the most, and understands you best is your father! "Ordinary Father" says this: The father wants to use his rough hands to hold the stars and the moon for his daughter, but he cannot; the father wants to give his daughter comfort, happiness, and warmth, but he cannot. He He can only use those hands to do what he can, to do everything he can for his children and the people around him! "Cry a tear for your dad. Tears contain your gratitude, your care, your concern. Please look at your dad's hands. They are rough and dry, all because of working all day and all night. Caused by hard work. Shed a drop of tears for your dad. This crystal tear interprets the understanding of the father in the past, reflects the praise of the father today, and shows the answer to the father tomorrow. Shed a drop of tears for your dad. Tears, let these tears turn into an umbrella to cover the wind and rain outside; shed a tear for your dad, let the tears turn into a breeze, dry the sweat drops on dad's forehead, let the tears turn into a breeze. I wish you the best and accompany the person you love most on the journey of life - dad. 8. An 800-word essay based on writing about people and things as clues
My grandma "Later/I finally learned." How to love/Unfortunately you have long gone/disappeared in the sea of ??people/later/finally understood through tears/some people are no longer there once they are missed..." Whenever Rene Liu's soft voice rings in my ears, I can't help but think of my grandma. .
In my childhood memories, my grandma occupies three-quarters of the space and time of my life. When I hear "Later", every bit of my grandma is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in my mind. Emerged. Grandpa passed away when grandma was very young, leaving three children to be raised by grandma who had no labor force.
Grandma shed tears all day long and relied on the support of relatives, friends and *** to maintain a complete life. family, but only two of the three children were left. When my father got married, because the family was poor, my grandmother had to borrow money from here and there to complete the marriage.
Being poor means changing your mind, and your parents gave birth to a younger brother. Later, I took my younger brother to go out to make a living, so my sister and I lived with my grandma. The difficult living environment made my grandma cry a lot. I always felt annoyed at that time. Whenever I saw her crying, I would run to my classmate's house without paying attention. .
My grandma is in poor health and often takes medicine. The house smells of medicine all the year round. I always feel that there are too many things going on in our family, and the last place I want to be is home. Later, after my father’s hard work, the family’s financial situation improved a lot, and my grandma also had extra money, so she would always buy food and clothing for me.
My classmates are all envious of me and say that I have a good grandma. But I don't think so: my parents earned the money, and it's normal for them to buy me things.
In my memory, I rarely treated her kindly. That year I was in the first grade of junior high school. When I came home from school at noon, my grandma was still lying in bed. I knew she was sick again, so I looked at the pot again. ——No food. Somehow, maybe because I was hungry. I asked her why in angrily, and she answered me in a weak voice: Grandma didn’t have the energy to buy vegetables today, so she only cooked mung beans. You can eat some first. Stay for a while... Before she could finish her words, I ran away again. Soon, I transferred to the county seat. In a place where people and land were unfamiliar and I had to take care of everything on my own, I gradually felt the value of family ties. The days when I depended on my grandma for life were so unforgettable! I still clearly remember the phone call I had with my grandma: Grandma, I miss you so much, I really want to go home and study... This is the first time in my life that I miss her. I think she must have been crying at the time, but I know she But she smiled in her heart: My little granddaughter is sensible now.
When my grandma was alive, I never bought her food or anything to use. The only commitment I made was during the first semester of high school. I had to go early because of registration. I said to my grandma who was lying on the bed: "Grandma, I'm going to school, and you have to take good care of yourself."
Wait until next week (The school has a long vacation every month) When I come back, I will go to the supermarket to buy delicious food for you. Also, when I make money, I will use the first month’s salary to buy clothes for you.” She smiled. So kind, so brilliant, even with the innocence of a child.
However, on the second day after I reported to school, my grandma left forever without saying a word to me. Why, I still can't figure it out, wasn't she in good spirits when she spoke to me just yesterday? Didn’t she tell me to take care of myself and go home early? My promise has become my most guilty excuse. Life and death are the most helpless things in life, no matter you are an ordinary person or an emperor or a general.
Farewell is inevitable, but you can still do a lot of things within your power before death to make your loved ones who love you happy. At this time, the question "How many things are there" came to my mind? Love can come back again/How many people are worth waiting for/When you cherish it and come back later/I don’t know if this love/will still be there...” I found it from the Internet and changed it if it was inappropriate.