Chapter 1: My Idol Composition 500-word history book of sixth grade primary school, writing style, official position, looking at the gray sky, infinite melancholy is introduced into my arms.
The wind outside, the rain outside, you write: all the poor people in the world are happy, and the storm is like a calm mountain, alas! When I suddenly saw the house in front of me, I froze to death easily. The poem is so heroic and carefree, but who knows the joys and sorrows in your heart?
When time goes back to your prime, you are only 25 years old, you have a higher mood than the sky, and you climbed the mountain. You wrote: once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. S poem, you are proud of the officialdom and the Tang Dynasty, and you hope the emperor will pay attention to you. Will your revenge come true in the future? You look at a great country, and you care more about the country and people.
However, for a long time, your fate is not like Li Bai's. You have separated from your wife and children and fled, which makes you feel the feelings of the villagers. After you arrange your wife and children, the villagers come to bid farewell: farewell to the wine, the millet is abandoned, the soldiers are still alive, and the children are trying their best to explore the East. I am willing to make an old song for my father, which is embarrassing and affectionate. Song sighed and shed tears. You choked, you waved your blue shirt and you were alone under it.
How I wish I could be with you and help you succeed. Du Fu, my mind is not as lofty as yours, and you are not as talented as you. This is about my shortcomings. In today's advanced science and technology, I also want to have that kind of undisturbed state, where I am, perhaps, I will get more talent to show. How different your fates are, your feelings and your revenge have not yet been revealed. Do you hate them? No, you don't. You only hate all kinds of officialdom That's why you choose to grow beans and experience that feeling. You also hope that you didn't go against your wishes.
I hope that on that day, I will stand with you and talk about past lives, human geography and hide my sigh. At some point, your charm will not change. In the fragrance of chrysanthemum, I understand you and have that hesitation.
In my heart, no one can compare with Du Fu.
Article 2: My Idol Composition 500-word sixth grade primary school "Didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and ran to the sea, never to return?" Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night ... "This poem was written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. After reading this poem, I was deeply moved.
Li Bai in my heart is a man who dares to love and hate, is free and unrestrained, talented and chivalrous. He left home at the age of 25 and traveled all over China. In the first year of Tianbao, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty went to Chang 'an to be an official, but because he didn't want to flatter the powerful, he was banished from Beijing and continued to wander around. His poems are mostly manifested in his dissatisfaction with feudal dignitaries and his love for the great rivers and mountains of the motherland; His poems not only reflected the prosperity of that era, but also exposed and criticized the absurdity and corruption of the ruling group, showing the positive spirit of despising the powerful, resisting the traditional bondage and pursuing freedom and ideals.
Li Bai is not afraid of powerful people and often curses corrupt officials. Once he took part in the imperial examination, he was humiliated face to face by the traitor Yang and his adjutant at that time, saying that Li Bai only deserved to polish their shoes and ink, and could not compete for fame and fortune. Li Bai made a dash for the door and vowed to let Yang grind ink for him, while the adjutant carried shoes for him. Until later, the official history of the country sent a document, and Xuanzong asked someone to translate it, but no one could translate it. Li Bai was later recommended. Xuanzong was overjoyed when he met Li Bai, but Li Bai said, "You should invite a Buddhist to wipe the ink and an adjutant to carry the shoes. I dare to write. " Xuanzong cherished his talent and had to let him play and urged Li to write back. At that time, Yang was definitely unwilling to fight in every way, but the emperor allowed him to fight, so he stood under Li Bai's head blushing, while the adjutant stood under Yang's head with shoes, while Li Bai wrote on the stool. And looking at Yang from time to time.
Li Bai has an unshakable position in my heart. He is my idol, the only idol, forever idol!
Chapter III: My Idol Composition 500 words Idol in the sixth grade of primary school is a noun, indicating the object of worship. I believe everyone has an idol in their hearts!
When talking about idols for the first time, the students thought of famous stars in the entertainment circle. But my idol is extraordinary. He is teacher xx.
When listening to his classmates talking about him, what they described was a creepy teacher. But since I met this teacher xx who has only heard of him but never seen him, I think Mr xx is not only powerful, but also kind, humorous and capable.
Why do you say that Teacher xx is my idol? Let's start with this:
The fifth grade studied for two class hours last semester, and the exam is coming soon. I was on pins and needles, because I found that all my classmates seemed to have answers: how did you review? I'm sure I can get more than 85 points! Always immersed in the failed math exam in the past, the more I think about it, the more I feel inferior.
How can a teacher teach them to be so smart? I waited in fear for the day when the results were announced. Despite my psychological preparation, I was still so dazzling when I saw the score of 79! Tears filled my eyes. Teacher xx talked to me after class, and he analyzed the reasons with me. Tell me that I must use my head, raise my hand and speak actively, do more exercises and open up new ideas ... Teacher ... ……xx seems to have seen my inferiority in math learning long ago. Finally, he encouraged me to say: you are not stupid, but you have not mastered the method. If you do what the teacher says, you will certainly make progress! ; The teacher's simple words gave me confidence. From then on, I put down my inferiority complex, listened carefully in class and raised my hand to speak actively. When I encounter problems, I use painting to solve them, which inspires me to think. For interesting application problems, I don't just stay on a solution. I asked myself to try several solutions. Finally, I got 99 points in the final exam of grade five last semester-the second in my class! How much sweat this has condensed me! I finally understand this sentence: the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold! I think it's because of teacher xx that I came out of my inferiority complex.
Once a teacher, always a father. My idol is my goal! I think this idol is good!
Article 4: My Idol Composition 500 When I mentioned idols in the sixth grade of primary school, I think there must be an idol engraved in everyone's heart. Some people worship tireless teachers, some people worship shining stars, some people worship their native parents ... and my idol is a strong and stubborn disabled person.
In this world, disabled people have to bear great pressure, and they are often discriminated against by normal people. In daily life, they have made several times more efforts than normal people. However, in the face of the hardships of life, they did not give up life, but bravely faced life, used their only strength to overcome all difficulties, and tried to make themselves happier and more fulfilling. That's why I admire them. Perhaps, when they faced difficulties for the first time, they felt afraid and shed tears, but they didn't give up. This is their spirit of never giving up and never giving up, and it is this spirit that has kept them alive until now.
I once read an article, which is still fresh in my memory. The hero in the article is a middle-aged man who has lost his arms. Because he has no arms, he is not married and has children, but he doesn't feel lonely and lives a delicious life, which is envied by others. He learned to write brush calligraphy since he was a child, so he developed a good brush calligraphy. He writes and draws at home every day. Maybe you think this is normal, but he doesn't write and draw by hand like ordinary people, but uses his mouth and feet. At first, he repeatedly wanted to give up writing with his mouth and feet because he was afraid of being talked about by others. He doesn't want to be the laughing stock of his neighbors. He just wants to live alone in an obscure corner of the world, so that others will never find him. But since he watched the wonderful performances of disabled people on TV, there seems to be a light in his life. So he practices calligraphy and painting diligently every day and has time to do some coolies to earn some money.
This is my idol. Although he lost his arms, he also has unparalleled love and unyielding will. Therefore, I will always worship him and he will always be my idol.
Chapter 5: My Idol Composition 500 When I was in the sixth grade of primary school, I sat in a chair and looked out of the window with ecstasy. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger, which made me dizzy. When I opened my eyes again, I came to a peach grove. I looked at my clothes, such as Hanfu, big sleeves, long skirt and a few hairpins on my head. Could it be that I traveled back to ancient times?
I walked around this forest and found that besides water and peach blossoms, there is also a big pavilion called Peach Blossom Garden. There is a man in the garden, with a long beard and long hair fluttering, which gives people a faint drunkenness. I took a closer look. Ah, isn't this Li Bai? I stepped forward and asked politely, "Are you Li Bai, the Poet Fairy?" "The poet doesn't deserve it, and the next one is Li Bai."
God, I really crossed it! I said to him, "My little daughter was born in a scholarly family. I heard your poems when I was young. I didn't mean to offend you just now Please forgive me. " "It's okay, it's okay. If you all like my poems, I will write more! Rizhao incense burner students ... "Don't do this. If it is too difficult to write too much, then when we study poetry, we will ... "What do you think?" "Yeah, this poem is great! You are so talented. Why don't you write more songs ... "Hey, why did I let him write? I don't want him to write, but I can't tell him that I'm from the future.
Just as he was talking, there was another strong wind. After a while, I returned to my desk. Is what just happened true or false?