This road is paved with stones: the ocean is made of water droplets; Society is supported by them, respectable ordinary people and the cornerstone of society.
-inscription 1. On the lonely mountain road halfway up the mountain, only the thin old horse accompanied him, and only the cool running water and cheerful bird songs comforted him. Lonely postmen travel in the mountains at least 25 days a month. His job is to deliver letters. In this closed and backward mountain area, the only way to communicate is the oldest man.
The postman never complains about anything He knows what he means. Whenever those expectant eyes fall on him, he feels that his efforts are worthwhile and what he has done is right. Even if he walks silently in the deserted mountains, even if he walks through the thick snow, he will never be noticed ... However, he, an ordinary postman, has touched the whole of China. Ordinary people in the mountains, the mountains salute you.
2. It's scorching sun on the road, and an old man who picks up rags walks with difficulty. On the road, the traffic is heavy and people are crowded.
The door of a limousine slowly rolled down, and a cigarette end with sparks immediately jumped out of the window and landed under a small tree on the side of the road. This road seems to be blackened by the sun.
The flame ran up the trunk of the young tree, and passers-by exclaimed and fled. Nobody wants to hurt themselves.
"What a nice tree! What a pity to be hurt! " Csi who collects garbage is extremely anxious, and there is no water on the roadside. What shall we do? He missed the abandoned mineral water bottle he found in the snakeskin bag, so he started his own "rescue operation" with the ridicule of everyone, and used the remaining water in the abandoned mineral water bottle to "put out the fire" for the young tree! This ordinary person on the road, society pays tribute to you. Third, the Great Wall is on the Great Wall. This dragon with a history of thousands of years is still carrying the garbage left by tourists. Who kept "loong" proud? They must be in the answer.
They are volunteers who don't get a penny. They roamed the Great Wall for many years. The Great Wall seems to be related to them. Where there is rubbish on the Great Wall, there are their figures. They don't ask for anything in return, but silently do what they think is right. These ordinary people on the Great Wall, China salutes you.
On the mountain, on the road, on the Great Wall, on the street ... these ordinary people are everywhere, and their "ordinary deeds" have achieved great harmony in society. They are the paving stones and cornerstones of society. Let's pay tribute to ordinary people.
Ordinary extraordinary grass is ordinary, it has no stalwart body and charming fragrance; Bees are ordinary, their lives are so short and so peaceful; Spring silkworm is common, it silently spins silk until the end of its life. However, their ordinary reveals the extraordinary and shows us the true meaning of life.
Not all the worlds are built by heroes. In fact, it needs the support of ordinary people like you, me and him. He, with a flat head, looks very inconspicuous when walking in the crowd. He came from the countryside to work in the city, wearing simple clothes and running for life all day. However, you still remember that day, in the storm, a young woman slipped and fell into the water, and many people were watching. He rushed up and jumped into the water.
The wind and waves are high. He had ups and downs, but he didn't give up and tried his best to save the young woman. When he landed, the young woman was saved. Without saying a word, he quietly withdrew from the crowd and slowly disappeared into the sea of people. This is Wei Qinggang.
Without asking or asking, Wei Qinggang jumped into the water to save people without thinking. Yes, he is just a migrant worker. He is ordinary, but in this ordinary, he showed great, a brave spirit. He moved us and made us feel the beauty of the world.
He is a postman, but he is "the closest postman in the world", a horse, a bag of dry food and a bag of letters, so he walked a hundred miles to the depths of the mountains. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
But he managed to finish it and walked for decades. The horses that accompanied him changed one after another, and what remained unchanged was his heart of serving the people in the mountainous areas forever. It is really hard for me to believe that a person has traveled hundreds of miles alone to deliver letters to people in the mountains for decades, but the dearest postman in the world has done it.
Dedication is a portrayal of his life. She is a swallow in the mountains in spring. People in the mountains call her that. She is a doctor, a barefoot doctor.
She takes care of people in the mountains. She is always the first to arrive when their family members are ill. The mountain people couldn't afford the medical expenses, but she went happily, but her family was getting poorer and poorer, but she didn't complain. She is Li, angels in white in the mountains.
She, Li, like a swallow in spring, sends care and love to the people in mountainous areas in various ways. She is ordinary, but she is great. It is the greatness of life to show the extraordinary in the ordinary. They are ordinary people, but they move us a lot.
Heroes are as warm and brilliant as the sun, which makes people admire them. Ordinary people are a grass around them, but ordinary people feel kind. They dedicate themselves all the time, decorating the beautiful spring.
I want to be a grass on the earth, what about you? The Song of Stone Stone is the most common, common and inconspicuous thing in the world. Oh, there is no majestic momentum of "the sky is constant, the five holy peaks are on the top, and the shadow penetrates China"; There is no imperial style of "neat, flat and wide, leading to all directions of the city" in the ancient capital Chang' an. But please listen carefully. Ordinary stones are also singing their own angular songs with their lives, and the songs are lingering ... The lingering songs brought me into a wonderful book, A Dream of Red Mansions.
Granny Liu, a nobody in the Red Chamber. As soon as I entered the Grand View Garden, I collected some money for poor families to live in. Entering the Grand View Garden, playing with ancestors and brothers and sisters shows the most unpretentious but warm side of the Grand View Garden. An old lady who is nearly eighty years old has brought simple earthy feelings to the Grand View Garden, in exchange for everyone's sincere laughter. Three into the Grand View Garden, but only when Jia suffered a fiasco.
Looking for Qiao Jie, traveling for three years, emptying a poor family's purse; Brothels help each other and cry in unison, but they thank Jia Jia for his kindness. Grandma is simple and sentimental, so it is no wonder that Zhou, the master of Redology, can't help but admire: "Grandma Liu, it's really strange girl."
In the red building.
Please write a composition on the topic of ordinary people around you.
The road is paved with stones, paved with stones; The ocean is made up of water droplets; Society is supported by them, respectable ordinary people and the cornerstone of society.
-inscription 1. On the lonely mountain road halfway up the mountain, only the thin old horse accompanied him, and only the cool running water and cheerful bird songs comforted him. Lonely postmen travel in the mountains at least 25 days a month. His job is to deliver letters. In this closed and backward mountain area, the only way to communicate is the oldest man.
The postman never complains about anything He knows what he means. Whenever those expectant eyes fall on him, he feels that his efforts are worthwhile and what he has done is right. Even if he walks silently in the deserted mountains, even if he walks through the thick snow, he will never be noticed ... However, he, an ordinary postman, has touched the whole of China. Ordinary people in the mountains, the mountains salute you.
2. It's scorching sun on the road, and an old man who picks up rags walks with difficulty. On the road, the traffic is heavy and people are crowded.
The door of a limousine slowly rolled down, and a cigarette end with sparks immediately jumped out of the window and landed under a small tree on the side of the road. This road seems to be blackened by the sun.
The flame ran up the trunk of the young tree, and passers-by exclaimed and fled. Nobody wants to hurt themselves.
"What a nice tree! What a pity to be hurt! " Csi who collects garbage is extremely anxious, and there is no water on the roadside. What shall we do? He missed the abandoned mineral water bottle he found in the snakeskin bag, so he started his own "rescue operation" with the ridicule of everyone, and used the remaining water in the abandoned mineral water bottle to "put out the fire" for the young tree! This ordinary person on the road, society pays tribute to you. Third, the Great Wall is on the Great Wall. This dragon with a history of thousands of years is still carrying the garbage left by tourists. Who kept "loong" proud? They must be in the answer.
They are volunteers who don't get a penny. They roamed the Great Wall for many years. The Great Wall seems to be related to them. Where there is rubbish on the Great Wall, there are their figures. They don't ask for anything in return, but silently do what they think is right. These ordinary people on the Great Wall, China salutes you.
In the mountains, on the roads, on the Great Wall and on the streets, these ordinary people are everywhere. Their "ordinary deeds" have achieved great social harmony. They are the paving stones and cornerstones of society. Let's pay tribute to ordinary people.
Ordinary extraordinary grass is ordinary, it has no stalwart body and charming fragrance; Bees are ordinary, their lives are so short and so peaceful; Spring silkworm is common, it silently spins silk until the end of its life. However, their ordinary reveals the extraordinary and shows us the true meaning of life.
Not all the worlds are built by heroes. In fact, it needs the support of ordinary people like you, me and him. He, with a flat head, looks very inconspicuous when walking in the crowd. He came from the countryside to work in the city, wearing simple clothes and running for life all day. However, you still remember that day, in the storm, a young woman slipped and fell into the water, and many people were watching. He rushed up and jumped into the water.
The wind and waves are high. He had ups and downs, but he didn't give up and tried his best to save the young woman. When he landed, the young woman was saved. Without saying a word, he quietly withdrew from the crowd and slowly disappeared into the sea of people. This is Wei Qinggang.
Without asking or asking, Wei Qinggang jumped into the water to save people without thinking. Yes, he is just a migrant worker. He is ordinary, but in this ordinary, he showed great, a brave spirit. He moved us and made us feel the beauty of the world.
He is a postman, but he is "the closest postman in the world", a horse, a bag of dry food and a bag of letters, so he walked a hundred miles to the depths of the mountains. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
But he managed to finish it and walked for decades. The horses that accompanied him changed one after another, and what remained unchanged was his heart of serving the people in the mountainous areas forever. It is really hard for me to believe that a person has traveled hundreds of miles alone to deliver letters to people in the mountains for decades, but the dearest postman in the world has done it.
Dedication is a portrayal of his life. She is a swallow in the mountains in spring. People in the mountains call her that. She is a doctor, a barefoot doctor.
She takes care of people in the mountains. She is always the first to arrive when their family members are ill. The mountain people couldn't afford the medical expenses, but she went happily, but her family was getting poorer and poorer, but she didn't complain. She is Li, angels in white in the mountains.
She, Li, like a swallow in spring, sends care and love to the people in mountainous areas in various ways. She is ordinary, but she is great. It is the greatness of life to show the extraordinary in the ordinary. They are ordinary people, but they move us a lot.
Heroes are as warm and brilliant as the sun, which makes people admire them. Ordinary people are a grass around them, but ordinary people feel kind. They dedicate themselves all the time, decorating the beautiful spring.
I want to be a grass on the earth, what about you? The Song of Stone Stone is the most common, common and inconspicuous thing in the world. Oh, there is no majestic momentum of "the sky is constant, the five holy peaks are on the top, and the shadow penetrates China"; There is no imperial style of "neat, flat and wide, leading to all directions of the city" in the ancient capital Chang' an. But please listen carefully. Ordinary stones are also singing their own angular songs with their lives, and the songs are lingering ... The lingering songs brought me into a wonderful book, A Dream of Red Mansions.
Granny Liu, a nobody in the Red Chamber. As soon as I entered the Grand View Garden, I collected some money for poor families to live in. Entering the Grand View Garden, playing with ancestors and brothers and sisters shows the most unpretentious but warm side of the Grand View Garden. An old lady who is nearly eighty years old has brought simple earthy feelings to the Grand View Garden, in exchange for everyone's sincere laughter. Three into the Grand View Garden, but only when Jia suffered a fiasco.
Looking for Qiao Jie, traveling for three years, emptying a poor family's purse; Brothels help each other and cry in unison, but they thank Jia Jia for his kindness. Grandma is simple and sentimental, so it's no wonder that Zhou, the master of Redology, couldn't help admiring: "Granny Liu, what a good girl.
3. Write a topic composition with people around you as the theme.
That morning when I was eleven, an ordinary moment ... At that moment, I didn't think anything, but I was angry. That encounter left an indelible scar in my memory. When my bike was hit, a sanitation worker quickly helped me up. I didn't hear what she said, but I only saw her smiling. Her smile warms the coolness of autumn, but her smile doesn't warm my heart.
I remember one day, in a noisy street, the traffic was blocked, and I went to school by bike. The air in the morning is really good, and the leaves are still falling, just like a "leaf rain". I saw a vicissitudes-faced sanitation worker cleaning leaves. I can clearly see the wrinkles on her face in the distance, and I don't care, because I have seen this situation a lot, and sanitation workers are cleaning everywhere. We got closer and closer, and suddenly she changed direction. I honked the horn before I knew it, but she didn't hear me. By the time I knew it, I was already lying on the ground. She quickly helped me up, and I gave her an angry look. She said nothing but smiled. I ignored her, picked up my bike and left without looking back.
Since then, the sanitation workers have only hatred for me.
Once again, on my way home with my mother, I saw her on the bus again. At that time, I recalled the scene and was very angry. So I turned around and angrily told my mother what happened that day, listening to her mother's answer, as if I had known the sanitation worker before, so I continued to inquire. It turns out that she has a miserable family, and all the family members have had car accidents. And she's the only survivor in the family. She is deaf and dumb. She only smiles in her silent world. After listening to everything my mother told me, my heart ached and I couldn't lift my head any more.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter cycle. I have never seen that sanitation worker again. According to my mother, she died of illness a year ago. Her neighbors helped her when she was buried. My heart is only a little depressed. I regret not remembering her smile. I regret not remembering her appearance. There is only one unknown outline in my memory, and nothing else can be remembered.
Since then, I have never hated sanitation workers. Every time I pass them by, I just smile at each other.
On an ordinary morning, I rode my bike and found the place where we had an accident. There is no longer your figure, only fallen leaves drift with the wind and blow through a desolate place. "Sanitation worker", an unknown name, and I were involved in an unbroken love affair. She will always be the most familiar person around me.
4. Write a composition on the topic "People around me"
People around me.
In the eyes of others, I am a disobedient troublemaker, a bad boy who will contradict his parents and have no manners. Although they euphemistically say that children should be naughty to be smart. But I know they are still glad that I am not their child, otherwise they will be bored to death.
My mother always talks about my family's misfortune and how people like me were born. But I want to say that this is not entirely my fault, but also part of my mother's education method. Mom always hits people, but she doesn't say it well. Besides, I always say how bad I am outside, so I also learned a way of revenge. Whenever I have the opportunity to talk outside, I try to talk about her scandal. The consequences can be imagined, being fooled by my arrogant and unreasonable mother. I don't know how much I wrote this composition, but it's a bit uncivilized every time, calling my mother a bitch. But it's true, it's just that the language is a bit excessive. Mom's language always changes a little, because things are changing. Example: When I refused to do the homework assigned by her, she began to nag: "Look at you, your Chinese is not good, your math is not good, and you don't understand English. What is good and what is useful to you? Do you want to study or do your mother's homework? You don't have to go to school tomorrow, and you can pick up garbage tomorrow. " I'm sorry to hear that First, I don't agree that my Chinese is not good, but it's not very good either. I should work hard. Two: I don't agree that I am not good at math. Although I am not very stable in math, I can't always be the first, but I am sure I am good at math. Third: I don't think I am an English prodigy like Zhu Yuwen, but I can still rank second. I think I am the only one who got 100 in the last English dictation. So I think what my mother said is too much. I don't agree with it at all. But if I do well in the exam, my mother will say, I know Ye Sirui will do well in the exam. This kind of topic is simply childish. I'm confused. My mother didn't say I was stupid and couldn't learn well. How did I change my mind so quickly? So, I'm not interested in this compliment. But it's changed now. Whenever I do well in the exam, she will say, "Gee, it fits together. It's good to see your level of 90 points. " I nodded my head with duplicity, and there was nothing I could do. If I say no, I will get a sentence from my mother: You are proud, and you will definitely fail the exam next time. Anyway, I am used to this kind of echo.
Another thing, I like playing computer, but I'm not addicted yet. I just regard playing computer as a leisure way. But after I went to my mother's shop, I saw a bottle of drink there, so I went to see if it was my mother's and if I could drink it. As a result, my mother stopped in front of me and said, "Don't touch my computer?" I was surprised and full of anger. Shouting: "I don't want to touch your broken computer." I just want a drink. " I stormed out of her office. It's so unreasonable!
Mother has another shortcoming, that is, she does not distinguish between merits and demerits. In her eyes, there is no word "transaction" for me. Example: July 16 is the birthday of a female classmate in our class. She discussed it with me at school, and we also discussed where to eat in the past! She called me early in the morning and asked me to wait for her at gate 3 at 5 o'clock. I agreed. But my father gave me a look, which meant that your mother wouldn't agree. I know my mother won't agree, but I have to go. I went to my mother's shop and talked to her. My mother is adamant that she can't go 1. I can't help it, but my father said, "If you don't go, the gift won't be delivered." "After listening to my father's words, I understand that going to her birthday party is just an expression of my mind. My present has arrived, and so has my heart. I went to Wen Jing department store and bought a set of blue dolphin fruit forks. I gave her this gift at the third door.
Mom, it's time to say uncle. I have two uncles. I am talking about my little uncle. He is very kind to me, but he always says something depressing. Example: I refused to do my mother's homework in my mother's shop. He said, Ah! We lujia people are all finished. That is to say, I, my two cousins, and my eldest sister have nothing to see (note: my eldest sister and cousin, one of whom has already worked in the statistics bureau, one of whom has applied for a poor university, and my little cousin is a senior in high school, with poor grades). After listening to this, there is only one sentence in my mind: nonsense! Politeness is nonsense.
That's enough. I've said enough. Do you know the people around me? I criticized them for not being qualified. Of course, I made a mistake, and I will change it. But if they can't change it, neither can I. I am not a threat. This is a fact. Because every move of adults will directly affect children's behavior and thoughts. Stop it, goodbye!
5. Write a composition on the topic of caring for people around you.
1 Care for others
Miss Wang who cares for me.
When I think of Teacher Wang, my heart is warm and full of gratitude.
School is over at noon on Wednesday. Because my mother is not at home, I don't know where to go. Just when I was in a hurry, Miss Wang came over. She looked at me and said kindly, "Go home with the teacher!
"Look, I'm still hesitating there. Miss Wang reached out and took my little hand and walked to her house. I think her hands are warm.
When I arrived at Mr. Wang's house, Mr. Wang provided me with a delicious hot meal. I looked at Mr. Wang's gentle eyes, and my heart was very practical. I had a delicious meal. When I was full, Miss Wang seemed to know that I wanted to sleep and said to me, "Go and sleep for a while." I lay in bed and fell asleep soon. I slept soundly. Teacher Wang gave a gentle cry and I woke up. I am surprised that my mother has to shout five or six times before she wakes up at home. Why did I get up when Miss Wang called me?
Teacher Wang takes me to school. On the way, I looked at Miss Wang's kind eyes and thought: Her eyes in class are very strict. How can she become so gentle now?
I thank Mr. Wang for his love for me. Her love is my motivation to study, and I must get good grades to repay my teacher's love.
Love between people
6. The composition of people around you, more than 600 words.
Now I am a junior high school student, but I can't forget Mr. Hou, the head teacher of my fifth and sixth grade primary school.
To tell the truth, Mr. Hou is not beautiful, but he has an irresistible intimacy. She is like an angel, giving people a warm feeling.
In the new semester of grade five, I do my homework like other students. Suddenly, I remembered that my deskmate forgot to bring an eraser yesterday. I glanced around secretly to make sure no one noticed me, so I leaned down slightly, covered my mouth with my hand and asked with concern, "Hey, did you bring an eraser today?" She nodded. I just saw Mr. Hou coming this way with a face of anger. I was in a bad mood and bowed my head guiltily to do my homework. Teacher Hou came up to me and pointed at me and criticized loudly. I saw other students stop writing and look at me with strange eyes. I feel particularly wronged, and my heart is not the taste. My heart is like being cut one by one and it hurts again and again. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I gritted my teeth and endured it.
In the evening, vent your dissatisfaction in the exercise book due the next day like venting.
The next day, I regretted it after handing in my exercise book. According to the teacher's temper and yesterday's injury, I washed my homework, and today is even worse. "dismemberment" is the best. The exercise book was handed out, so I opened it carefully. There are three words "sorry" in the notes of the exercise book. My heart was suddenly enlightened, as if it had been baptized by the sun. Warm feelings spread throughout the body. Mr. Hou's misunderstanding suddenly vanished. I also understand that Mr. Hou did this because he didn't want me to influence others.
I really appreciate Mr. Hou. How absurd it is that the teacher can put down his airs and apologize to his classmates. However, Mr. Hou can do it. Mr. Hou, like me, can impart knowledge to me and never fails; Mr. Hou is like a friend who can help you out. Teacher Hou is like an angel, who can warm people's hearts with the kindest smile. Miss Hou is like a clear spring, which can wash my mind. When I graduated, I wrote a poem to Mr. Hou. His language may be naive:
Six years.
As short as a day
I can't forget your voice and smile.
If I were a ship,
You are the sail that guides the direction.
Although humble.
But let me fight for peace
I will sail soon.
Sail alone
Although I don't want to
But I can only wish the sail.
Have a nice/safe trip
I use this poem to express my gratitude to Mr. Hou. I have embarked on a new journey, and I only hope to preserve this precious memory.
7. Writing with people around you, 800 words high, narrative.
The night is already deep, the night sky has become particularly deep, and my heart is very heavy ... I walked into the room and leaned in the corner, watching my mother sew clothes for me by herself in the dim light.
In the dim light, my mother is sewing my clothes by herself. Her hand was so clever that she sewed it in an orderly way and stuck the needle into my heart.
I want to cry, but I can't cry. I hold back, although my heart is like a drop of blood ... I carefully look at my mother's strange hands-a pair of yellow calloused hands. What is that? It's a souvenir of the years.
For me, for this family, my mother worked hard, leaving early and returning late. Until the moment I left home, my mother was still working ... I love these hands, and they will touch my heart forever. After a long time, mother raised her head.
Seeing me standing there, he called me over. Mother twisted her back a little and then let me sit by the bed.
I know, mom. Her back must be very painful now. I said, "Mom, let me rub your back".
She nodded with a slight smile. My hand gently hammered my mother's back, looked at my own hand and looked at my mother's hand, and my heart was extremely painful ... I finally couldn't help but hold my mother's hand, feeling thick and warm, and my mother smiled at me. Then, she began to tell me that I should study hard, take good care of my health, wear more clothes and eat less snacks when I went abroad ... I firmly said "Mom, I" to my mother, who touched my head with her hand. "Daughter, just live well."
I will always remember this sentence from my mother and never forget it. Early in the morning, I embarked on a journey away from home.
Mom helps me with my luggage. The same hand, hold me.
When I arrived at the station, my mother talked to me again and said many warm words. I got on the train, opened the window and looked at my mother next to the train. My heart became heavy.
I'm leaving, my nostalgic home, my mother! The horn sounded and the train slowly began to move forward. At last, I took a look at my mother. She waved her strange hand and whispered, "Goodbye".
I will always remember this photo, which is touching and unforgettable ... On the way of growing up, my mother and her hands will accompany me and make me warm and moved all the time.