Speaking of cleaners, we all said with one voice, "Is there anyone dirtier than a cleaner in this world?" As soon as we see the cleaner, we will despise him. Is everything the cleaner does wrong?
What a sacred and great name the cleaner is. The broom held by the cleaner is not just like the pen in our hands. He changed the earth with this magic pen.
Cleaners are ordinary and great. He silently contributed to human life. Whenever we have classes and work, the cleaner is working, whenever we play and play. The cleaner is working. He also has a home!
Once, while sweeping the street again, the cleaner accidentally touched a person's shoes with a broom. The man shouted for the cleaner to kneel on the ground and wipe his shoes with a cloth. Cleaners also have dignity!
Maybe we don't understand him, but what would our life be like without a cleaner? Have you thought about it? The cleaner sticks to his boring job every day, but he never feels bored, because he has a goal in mind-to make the whole world clean, even if there is no hair on the ground. As we all know, as long as a person has a goal, he will succeed. If a person has no goal, his life will be boring.
Don't cleaners deserve our respect? Is his life only insulting and not encouraging? Is his life worthless? Doesn't he know we respect him? He loves his motherland, people and Mother Earth, and he is making contributions to mankind. He is very happy every day, because he has his own motherland in his heart, and he works hard for the beautiful environment of his motherland.
The person I know best, my sister.
My sister is of medium height, slightly fat, with black hair and a little curly hair, a bit like my father. My sister often wears pigtails and has a pair of big eyes, which makes people feel very clever; There is a cherry mouth under the high bridge of the nose, which looks beautiful. My sister's clothes are simple and generous. In summer, she likes to wear a white T-shirt with a beautiful little girl on it. She likes to wear sweatpants.
My sister's hobby is studying, but I only play all day, so my parents love my sister very much and often criticize me, so I am jealous of my sister. My sister is now in Grade One, and she studies hard, but she still works hard. Until now, her studies are among the best. She gets up at six o'clock every Saturday and Sunday morning to read or recite English words. Whenever I get up, I will find my sister reading a book or reciting English words on the desk. She will go to a remedial class at noon on Saturday and guide me in the afternoon.
Sister is really my good sister, my little teacher, and she is the most familiar person in my life. I love my sister.
When I saw Aunt Dong Qing on TV, I couldn't help dreaming of becoming a host. Dad seemed to see through my mind, touched my head and said with a smile, "Hey, my daughter still wants to be a host like Dong Qing. Ok, I'll give you a little lecture tomorrow. " "Great!" I jumped up. In this way, my hosting dream embarked on a happy journey.
The training of the host began. In order to test our perseverance and improve our standing posture, the teacher asked us to practice standing posture outdoors with books on our heads. When I first started training, I was secretly proud, thinking: Standing posture is my strong point, just put a book on my head, it's a piece of cake! As long as it doesn't shine, then I can easily pass! But as soon as I stood up, Grandfather Sun smiled brightly, as if to test me.
One class is an hour, but I only stood for less than 20 minutes, and I began to fail. Sweat kept slipping from my face, and the clothes wet with sweat had just dried out and were soaked with sweat. At this time, a naughty sweat fell into my eyes, and I really wanted to rub my eyes with my hands. But I was afraid that the book would fall, and finally I heard a whistle of "Ba-",and this class was over. I am so tired that my back hurts. What kind of painful training is this? Can I survive the next class? I'm starting to get a little confused. ...
"Want to be a host like Dong Qing?" "hmm." I replied smoothly. "Huh?" I followed the sound and looked back in surprise. The teacher stood behind me. "There are efforts behind the glory of the host, but we can't see it. Think about how many times Aunt Dong Qing won books in those years to get here today. Of course, the process is very painful, but in order to realize her dream, the dream in your heart is getting closer step by step. How happy! " Practicing standing posture is the first step to be a host. This step is done, and the next step is done. Can you realize your dream? I close my eyes and imagine myself standing on the stage of the Spring Festival Evening, hosting the program with Aunt Dong Qing. ...
"Shh-"The teacher blew the next class, and I started training happily. I don't complain or be confused anymore, because if I want to pursue my dream, I must do it step by step happily and finally realize my dream. I want to be a happy dream catcher now.
Because of my happy pursuit and unremitting efforts, I walked into the pilot room of the young master and realized my dream. ...
Sang Na said, "I went to Simon's house and found Simon dead. I saw two children sleeping next to her. I really couldn't bear to leave them alone and took them home. "
The fisherman said, "Sang Na, you did the right thing. How can these two children survive if they are left alone in that hut? " ! We can't give up these two little lives. "
Sang Na said, "At that time, I didn't think so much. I just knew I had to do it. But after bringing the child back, I was worried that you wouldn't agree, so I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't expect you to support me so much. "
The fisherman smiled and said, "You shouldn't worry that I won't accept it. Your decision is correct. Simon is our neighbor. She has passed away now, leaving two small lives. Can we just stand by and watch? Although we are not rich, we can survive after all, can't we? "
After listening to the fisherman's words, Sang Na was silent for a while, smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, we will definitely get through it!"
Sang Na and the fisherman looked at the two sleeping children, smiled sweetly and embraced happily!
Sang Na opened the curtain, and her husband saw seven little heads sticking to each other, sleeping soundly.
Two of them are very close together. Both of them have light yellow hair, their white faces are slightly red, their small noses are slightly trembling, they breathe evenly and calmly, and they fall asleep sweetly. The fisherman looked at the two children and asked Sang Na happily, "Did you bring them here before I came back?" Sang Na nodded. They were silent for a while, and the fisherman's face became dignified. He said with great distress, "Alas, although they are young, they also have feelings. What should we say to them? " This is really hard to say. "Sang Na thought for a moment and suddenly said," We can tell them a lie first, and then tell them in detail when they grow up. what do you think? However, this did not let go of the fisherman's knotted eyebrows. The fisherman said disappointedly, "but what should they do when they wake up and find their mother?" "Take them to Simon's house?" The couple thought a lot, but it was useless.
The next day, the two brothers woke up in a hurry to find their mother, only to find an aunt sitting in front of the bed. One used messy gestures to express his ideas, and Sang Na told them the ins and outs after he knew it. Although Sang Na spoke tactfully, they knew that their mother would not take them home. They didn't know when there was a burst of tears in their eyes. It was really pitiful. Those tearful eyes seem ready to cry at any time. At this point, Sang Na's heart is also very sad. He suddenly held Simon's child in his arms and hugged him tightly. . . . . .
From that day on, Simon's two children almost went on hunger strike, and Sang Na regretted it. A day or two later, they ate and laughed as never before. They seem to accept this "new mother" and come out of that shadow, and Sang Na laughs with them. She seems to see the most beautiful thing in the world. From then on, Sang Na, the fisherman and seven lovely children live a happy life every day, and they will grow up happily!
The sixth article of the fourth grade composition "Dance bug, the music is going to ring!" "Shadow bug, there's another blockbuster on TV!" "Nerd, do you want to starve me?" "Play with insects, it's almost time to eat!" This kind of voice will often appear in our home. Let me introduce you!
There are four people in my family, namely, grandma, dad, mom and me. Grandma-Zhang Suzhen is 63 years old this year. She is a happy little old man. Grandma is chubby, short and cute. She usually likes to wear colorful clothes, beige pants and flat shoes. Grandma likes dancing best. Every night from/kloc-0 to 8: 30, the music in the square will start on time. At this time, grandma will leave her job quickly, change her clothes and go downstairs to meet her partner. Dad-Zhou Hua, 34 years old, is an ordinary employee of the county agricultural technology center. Dad is thin and tall. He likes to wear fashionable and casual clothes, dark pants, sports shoes or black leather shoes in his spare time. My father likes watching movies. For example, once I was watching TV, my father said, "Duo Duo, do you see if there are any blockbusters in the movie station?" I quickly changed the channel and said, "Sorry, the movie you ordered is gone!" " "Hearing this, the father quickly occupied the computer. Mother-Wang Huiwen, 35, is an engineer of human soul. She used to be a primary school teacher, but now she is in middle school. Mom likes reading. Although she has a pair of glasses on her nose, she still can't bear to put down her books. Recently, my mother is addicted to online novels again. On holidays, as long as you don't call her, she can watch it on the computer for a day. Alas! I'm really worried that her lenses will become thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle. I, Zhou Duoer, am 9 years old. I am a student in Class 4 (2) of Yolanda Primary School, and I am also the standard bearer in the class.
I am neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and I am of medium height. I hate wearing school uniforms all day. I like shorts and short sleeves in summer, especially the blue ones. I have many hobbies. I like surfing the Internet, watching TV, drawing, dancing, writing calligraphy and playing with toys. I want to play when I do my homework. I want to play when I sleep, and a day without playing can suffocate me. Although our family is ordinary and not rich, I love everyone in my family.
The person I admire most is my grandfather. He is over 80 years old this year, not too old.
He is the owner of the factory, and I admire him very much, because he has a high position and a wide range of knowledge.
My family was poor when I was young, but I lived in the country. He is eager for a book to read, so he borrows books like others and reads them every day. With good grades in primary school and college, he moved to the city to find a good job. He made a lot of money. When he was in his thirties, he built a factory, and people from rural areas also went to work in his grandfather's factory, earning a good income.
Grandpa's knowledge is very first-class, and he is very accurate in how to calculate. He is an expert in arithmetic. Of course, his calligraphy is also very good, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Although grandpa is good at math and Chinese, he is not good at English. Because grandpa likes Chinese and math since he was a child, but he doesn't like English. His English grades are not very bad either. He is the third in his class and the first in the other two classes.
But at the age of 80, he was nearsighted, and this obstacle could not beat him. He won't retire like this. In the past few years, my grandfather has been bravely moving forward and never flinched. I want to be as smart as my grandfather when I grow up.
Some people like fierce tigers, some like cute kittens, some like cunning foxes, but what I like best is the dog that everyone loves.
I have a puppy at home. Its name is Xiao Hu. Tiger's ears are always drooping. A pair of watery eyes are like two black grapes. Four short and thick legs. The tiger is white all over.
You don't think it's cute, but it's a veritable "naughty boy"! . No sooner had the sun smiled than I was awakened by the barking of dogs. I went out to have a look, and my home was a mess. I saw the tiger running around and knocked the chair upside down. It's not over yet. The tiger jumped on the table again and knocked over the fruit and bowl. I was so angry that I ran around. I want to take it to my small garden, but it just won't go. I flew into a rage and arrested the tiger, but the tiger escaped from my palm with lightning speed. I started chasing her so hard that my throat was smoking. As for it, those big watery eyes looked at me as if to say, "Little master, you can't catch me." I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.
We tigers are more difficult to serve when eating. Whenever we are ready to eat, the tiger runs to the table early and looks at me piteously. I had no choice but to throw a bone at the old dog. I saw the tiger jump three feet happily. He came up to me after eating the bone and shook his tail vigorously. He must want me to give him some snacks. What a glutton!
Tiger, tiger, although you are naughty and greedy, we all love you the same!
If there is anyone I admire most, it must be my mother.
I admire my mother's learning spirit. Mom is a person who thinks seriously about everything, never superficial, and handles things. Sometimes, when I encounter a problem that I don't understand, and my mother is somewhat ambiguous, I have to look it up in the dictionary and check the computer until I understand it. I remember once, I asked my mother what are the disyllabic words of the word "He"? Mom said: He (two tones, harmony), Hu (two tones, harmony), Huo (two tones, dough mixing), Huo (four tones, harmony medicine) He (four tones, harmony poems). At some point, I don't know which word "dough and medicine" belong to. I said you're right. It seems that the teacher taught us the same thing. My mother immediately retorted to me and said, "Don't say that learning is learning. If you don't understand, you must ask the teacher or look it up in the dictionary. You must get it for a while, and your study will be solid. " Let me make it clear when I look it up in the dictionary. I secretly saw my mother turn into the study and check the computer again. When dealing with learning, mothers often have their own set of theories: that is, if you don't learn, you must learn solidly, seriously and understand.
I admire my mother's eloquence. No matter what mom says, it sounds so organized, clear and convincing. I still remember the scene when I participated in the city-wide English style competition. I was very nervous on the day of my first exam. My mother enlightened me at the scene: "Look at the candidate in front of you. Because of nervousness, the whole story was intermittent, and his eyes kept staring at the ground. If he fails, it is not that the judges did not choose him, but that he failed first. " ... "The more I listen, the more confident I am. Yes! There are only two possibilities: courage overcomes nervousness, and nervousness overcomes courage. At this time, the gods can't help me, they can only rely on themselves. Hehe, that's it. With the encouragement and support of my mother, I walked all the way from the preliminary, semi-final and final, becoming more confident and experienced every time. On the day of the final, I played very well and won the four-year special prize. Don't mention how happy you were on the day of the award. Of course, I want to thank my mother. Sometimes I make mistakes, and my mother always teaches me seriously. Sometimes when it comes to the depths, I will be moved to tears.
I admire my mother's simplicity and kindness. My mother takes me to the streets. When I see a beggar, my mother will give him some change. If mom goes to a small market to buy food, she never bargains with them, because mom says it is not easy for them to get up early and work hard outside. If someone helps us or gives me something, my mother always calls others or gives some gifts, saying that she should learn to be grateful.
I even admire my mother's concern and care for me. My mother has always taken care of my life and study, but she has no complaints. I remember it snowed heavily last winter because I couldn't drive on the road. When my mother picked me up from school, she brought me her scarf and gloves because the road was snowy and slippery. My mother took my little hand and walked slowly in the snow. When I got home, my mother's hands and face were red and cold with the wind and snow. At that time, my tears were about to fall.
My mother has many things that I admire. If you ask me who I admire most? I will tell him loudly: it's my dear mother!