My mother is a very ordinary person. She is like a drop of dew on the grass in the morning, never attracting attention. She worked in her post with trepidation. After a hard day's work, I came home, not only without rest, but also pretending to be relaxed and cooking and doing housework for us. She is always so obscure, conscientious and without complaint.
I always thought my mother did the right thing, so I got used to it. After dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework and my father went back to work. Only my mother cleared the table and sweat ran down her face. Scenes like this happen every day, just like the manuscript taken out of the copier, which makes people feel the same. Composition library network xiaoxue 123 Welcome to contribute!
I turned a blind eye to my mother's hard work for her family and me. Instead of helping her, I often scold her. Mother has no complaints and no conscience. For her family and me, she gives without reservation, just like white clouds dotted with blue sky, which is endless. In retrospect, it's a pity. I am also a member of this family. My mom shouldn't be the only one paying the bill. I should also learn from her spirit and do something within my power for this family.
When the dew of grass meets the bright sunshine, it is no longer a forgotten corner, but becomes the focus of attention. Just like my mother, I have a deep admiration for her, as well as an unspeakable admiration.
2. Who will write about my idol?
Whenever I melt myself into harmonious music, I find that I have a sense of pride-because I have an idol, an admirable idol, a touching idol and an evocative idol. This is G-Dragon.
He is the captain of a powerful national idol group BIGBANG and one of the best idols in Korean music. Have a world-class rap level and excellent writing and composing skills. Because of his talent for accurately grasping fashion, he became the leader of fashion trends, and his dress, modeling and performance always caused a sensation. Unique personality and style, with high visibility and influence.
Although he is the captain, he feels that he is the youngest, and there is always a carefree smile on his tender face. In private, I always play naughty with my members. When practicing, Zhilong will get serious and earnestly urge the players and themselves to do everything best. Although Zhilong can always see the natural HIP-POP style, he and TOP represent the top rap level in Asia, as if HIP-POP has become a part of his body, but he can never find the pampering and impetuousness of ordinary post-80 s teenagers. This boy is very modest, polite and peaceful at all times, and he persists despite too many hardships.
In the first round of selection of BigBang, Zhilong was confirmed as a full member of BigBang, which all depends on his personal talent. We can see that most of Bigbang's songs were written by him and received rave reviews. People can't help but admire that this small body seems to contain infinite energy, which will always bring infinite surprises to people.
We can hear about his life from his songs. The picture appeared in front of my eyes, either happy or sad, or happy or sad. An extraordinary life has made this talented person.
From his songs, we can hear his persistence. No matter how ups and downs in life, there is always a power in his songs. He pursues a realm. No matter the beautiful scenery, wilderness, stream, huge waves, fragrant rice or withered fields ahead, he walked past with a smile and faced firmly, leaving only a back for the people behind, as always.
We can hear his spirit from his songs. Fundamentally speaking, he is famous for his spirit. He loves music, melody and notes. He doesn't care about other people's advice, wears headphones, blends into his happy world, and interprets his love with notes. He is no longer a singer. He did everything ordinary, which made him extraordinary. He is a hero. He infected everyone with his voice, he spread every belief with his voice, he interpreted every love with his voice, and he also showed a unique hero with his voice. He's a real hero!
Then I put myself into music and found myself with many new things. That is the spirit of life and persistence from Zhilong's songs, which can't be named.
3. Is it better to write about idols or friends? I was nearby, and I heard the footsteps of spring. Swallows whisper, geese fly over the blue sky, and the gurgling water brings the message of spring. The cold wind has quietly disappeared, leaving a string of faint bells. The warm sunshine shines on the thin snow, and the footprints of spring appear faintly.
Spring, why are you always late? Let me miss your gentle and lovely image crazily in the ruthless winter. Several times I almost thought that you should forget our agreement and hide in a quiet corner, humming a sleep symphony gently. Although this spring came so late, you finally came to the appointment, and our appointment began.
As the saying goes, "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." My first date with Spring was on an early morning in this suburb. Like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brings some new earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. These naughty winds swept away my depression and sadness at home in winter, brought bursts of comfort, and let the seeds of hope sprout quietly. The seeds sown by birds last year have been hidden in the ground, but now, I can't stand the loneliness in the ground and stick my head out quietly. They are scrambling, as if coming out a second late can't add elegance to the world, and they can't get close to their dear spring. On the green bud, a few drops of water are shining with crystal light. I don't know which child touched the tender leaves lightly, and the lively water drops actually waddled and danced. The spring morning is really full of vitality and gives people hope.
Time flies to noon, no matter where I go, the faint fragrance of flowers is with me. The sunshine came to me and called out my shadow. I run and it runs; I jumped, it jumped, and we had a good time together. Some birds are singing happily. Maybe they are infected by us. They kept jumping around the tree, and my shadow and I couldn't help laughing. At noon in spring, it inspires people and gives us courage.
I played with the shadow to my heart's content, not knowing that I was tired. Gradually, in the evening, I met spring by the river again. Xiaolang is flirting with each other. I didn't know I was here to enjoy their wonderful concert. The lake is crystal clear, like a mirror, reflecting the purest side of people's hearts. The weeping willows brushed the water, and the microwave rippled, setting off a few fine waves. The Spring Festival Gala is like this, quiet and natural, which makes all the vulgar thoughts in people's hearts disappear.
I was so anxious to get together with spring, but I was silent when I left. "A year's plan lies in spring" Let's meet in spring and cherish this annual "date"!
4. What do idols (compositions) in life usually write? My idol. For a changeable, naive and happy senior one girl like me, idolization is a relatively normal thing.
I don't like bookworms who only read all day but don't know fashion, and I don't like crazy' hot' (uncool, homophonic' bad') teenagers who only pursue fashion without reading. In my bedroom, there are many posters of S.H.E and Cyndi Wang, and those awards are "displayed" on the wall.
But if someone really asks me, "Who is your idol?" I will announce loudly: "it's my mother!" " "Please don't spray tea, and don't be surprised after listening. Yes, in my eyes, my mother is my idol.
She is a kindergarten teacher, probably because she is in contact with children every day. She is naive and acts like a child all day. Other people's mothers are always worried about their children's food and clothing, but she doesn't care about such things.
But if I have any problems in my life, tell her that she always listens carefully and gives me advice like a real friend. I remember once, when I was in the sixth grade, I had a conflict with my good friend Xinxin.
When I got home, my mother saw that I was pale and asked cautiously, "What's the matter?" I finally let go of my resentment that I had been holding for a whole day. "Wow ..." I cried. My crying startled my mother. She was at a loss. She said some innocuous words of comfort and wiped my tears.
When I told the whole story off and on, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said to me, "It is inevitable that there will be conflicts between good friends. This little friction is nothing. Isn't it that she scored more than you 1 point and then deliberately belittled you? " Imagine how many years you can live when you grow up if you are so angry and haggle all day! Be a man, especially in the communication with good friends, you must be generous and tolerant, so that others will be willing to make friends with you. If you always frown because of such a trivial matter, won't you become a little old lady? "I" sloped "a loud laugh.
From that moment on, I regarded my mother as my idol and worshipped her every day ... Another time, I failed in the math exam, but I did well in the English exam, with a score of 97. I am ambivalent in my heart. I don't know whether I am sad or happy. What worries me more is how to explain to my mother when I get home.
It was autumn, and my mood was like this road home: the fallen leaves turned over from the tree and fell to the ground, and the slight autumn wind blew the leaves on the ground into the air and fell again. The lonely light from the lonely sunset passes through the branches, symbolizing happiness and beauty. The only wild chrysanthemum only blooms in this lost place, swaying gently in the wind.
When I got home, my lovely and kind mother praised me for the first time, saying that I did well in the English exam. Then analyze with me why I only got 78 points in math, find out the root of the problem and how to work hard in the future.
My mother is not angry or disappointed, but she is still full of confidence in me. My mood is finally calm.
I set this friend-like mother as an idol because she is naive, lovely and considerate, not a parent who only looks at her grades. Ah, my idol, and so is my mother.
It feels good to have an idol. Everyone has his own idol, and I am no exception.
However, some people's idols are celebrities; Some people's idols are stars. My idol is not a celebrity; Not a star; She is an ordinary primary school Chinese teacher.
Maybe you will ask me, "There are so many teachers, why did you choose her?" If you want to know, just look below!
I admire her simplicity. Originally, the professional salary of being a teacher should be very high, but the clothes she wore were cut by herself, and her motorcycle was not given to her by her sister. However, there are many new books and exercise books in her room. This new book is for herself. Occasionally, a classmate in the class makes rapid progress or performs well in a certain behavior or competition in the grade, and she will give him one or two books. A small part of the exercise book was bought for her son, and the rest was awarded to us.
I appreciate her beautiful voice. She sings beautifully. We have music lessons every Tuesday. The song she sings is very sweet. She also won the second prize in Jiangmen Singing Competition!
I admire her diligence. She gets up early every day and is never late on weekdays. On weekends, you will help us correct our homework. Besides, in labor class, she also helps us weed and pick up garbage. During recess, she often comes to our classroom with a broom to clean. The work was originally done by the cadres in our class, but she helped us finish it.
I admire her knowledge. When we encounter difficulties in life, she always comes out to help us. When we had problems with our homework, we ran to ask her, and she answered at once. Although she is a Chinese teacher, she can complete math problems and English translation for her, and she does well, and both English teachers and math teachers praise her. I often communicate with her and learn a lot of learning methods, but it is difficult to use them in junior high school. Therefore, my grades have been declining, just like a helicopter without oil.
This is my idol, an ordinary teacher, but she has different attractive charm.
6. Write an 800-word composition on the topic of "Idol" and try to find an emergency dream.
-To the great and unyielding soul
A nation without idols is a nation without hope, and a person without idols has no future.
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In a chilly spring season, plum blossoms are full of branches, and my soul is looking for you. Through just visiting, I opened my eyes for nearly a thousand years, and finally met you, my eternal idol-Yi 'an lay man. Your face is so pure and beautiful, so dignified and beautiful. The whole body exudes the breath of youth! "I am ashamed to go, leaning against the door and looking back, but I smell Qingmei." You are young and naughty, which makes people fondle it. A touch of plum blossom fragrance will make you look like a plum blossom, with a little laziness, but still noble and elegant, with a touch of tenderness and sadness.
When Xia Feng blows the lotus leaves green, shy lotus flowers, thick or light, quietly open tender arms to welcome the warm and warm sunrise. You are in a pond full of lotus fragrance, surrounded by lotus leaves, and there are even happy fish swimming around in the clear water. Your left hand touches the round and crystal dew on the lotus leaf, and your right hand picks the newly-bred lotus flower and sings "Jiangnan Qu", which is "picking lotus flowers in the south pond in autumn and lotus flowers on your head". It's so uncomfortable! Drinking and singing in the "Xiting", but I don't know that night is coming, a song "Like a Dream" will freeze your beautiful and romantic girlhood in the distant and clear Xiting sunset!
"Always remember XiTing sunset, drunk don't know the way home. ……"
After marrying the beloved Zhao Mingcheng, countless parting makes your thin body thinner, but you can't lose your deep yearning for your husband. "Last night, the rain dispersed suddenly, a deep sleep without residual wine. ..... should be green, fat and thin. " Summer nights are short, so we can only drown our sorrows by drinking, and dilute our deep thoughts with temporary anesthesia and pleasure. "Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the geese return, the moon is full of the West Building. " Affectionate you, falling petals in front of your eyes, separated geese, a plant, a tree, a flower and a bird in the real world are always touching your sentimental and sensitive nerves! "Flowers follow Shui Piao, and there is no way to eliminate this feeling." The carefree days of girlhood have gradually passed away with the years. When you sing "just frown, but go to your heart" over and over again, you sigh for this tenderness. You didn't expect a huge disaster to come to you step by step, revealing its ferocious face.
With their sharp knives, the Jin people knocked on Bianjing, which they thought was indestructible. Kidnapped Evonne and his son, and the Northern Song Dynasty perished. During the war, almost all the stone utensils, literature and poems you have worked so hard to collect were destroyed by the war, and your husband died on the way to his post!
The disaster of national destruction and death has left you in a state of extreme pain and despair. Escape from the disaster with the fierce people and drift to Hangzhou, which is known as the "paradise on earth". You have no friends, your life is nowhere to be found, and you are almost sad. Therefore, what will accompany you for the rest of your life is mostly a piano, a cup of thin wine with a faint chrysanthemum fragrance, and your endless sad poems. "Search, deserted, miserable, warm and cold, the most difficult to rest. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? You are late, and the wind is urgent ... "Even if you drink wine again and again in Dongli, you can't put out the lonely flame burning in your heart! But you came all this way! Full of poetry, the precious wealth left to us makes us taste for life!
I want to pay tribute to your unyielding will and noble soul!
My spiritual journey is finally over. I can't stay in the magnificent world of sadness and missing forever. I just recite your poems over and over again and feel your sadness and anxiety more than 900 years ago. I feel that I haven't lost my conscience, and I have a faint bitterness; Feel your intelligence, alertness, youth and romance!
You are an idol in my heart, a monument that will always stand in my heart, and the strongest voice of life that will always echo in my ear! I am glad for your innocence; Moved by your elegance and nobility; Sad for your life; Pray and praise for your powerful reason!
7. Write a 600-word composition on My Idol, and give my idol a score of 20.
1955101On October 28th, Bill Gates was born in Seattle, USA. It took him 15 years, and the accumulated assets reached 1 1000 billion dollars. His motto in life is: "I am the king, I can win!" " "
You must be curious, why is my idol Bill Gates? Because he made a lot of money? Or because of his superhuman wisdom? To tell the truth, these are not the reasons why I admire him.
I like Bill Gates' lofty ideals and his ever-confident smile.
Gates likes reading the world encyclopedia since he was a child. This book is very thick and weighs one third of his weight. Little Gates often reads this voluminous book for hours on end. He is often lost in thought and always feels strongly that there is a magical world hidden in these small words! He often fantasizes that human history will get longer and longer, so won't the future encyclopedia get bigger and heavier? How convenient it would be to build an encyclopedia as big as a magic box, but the wonderful dream of being all-encompassing was finally realized by him. With his invention, we only need a small chip to read the whole world.
Gates is reading more and more books and thinking more and more questions. One day in the fourth grade, he said to his classmate Carl Edmund, "It is better to be an oak tree on a bare hill than a grass in the lawn." Because the grass is the same and has no personality, while the oak tree is tall and straight, with its head held high. "From then on, he kept a diary and wrote down his thoughts at any time. In his early years, he thought like an adult. He realized a long time ago that life was hard to come by. He wrote in his diary: "Life is a grand date. For a person, the most important thing in life is to abide by the highest promise put forward by human accumulated rationality ... "He wrote in another diary:" Perhaps, human life is a burning fire, and all a person can do is try his best to get out of it. This is to catch up with life. "
The spirit of Bill Gates will always inspire me to move forward!