In daily life or work and study, everyone has written essays, and you must be familiar with all kinds of essays. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my collection of essays on the founding of the party in the past century. Welcome to share.
1 grandparents are over 60 years old and live in the countryside. They can't let go of the Peach Blossom Garden.
In March, the peach blossoms opened, and from a distance, there seemed to be red clouds floating in the garden. Standing under the tree, you can see countless bees picking honey from the flowers, and a buzz interweaves into the most touching music in spring. When peaches grow to the size of table tennis, grandpa will put on a "coat" for them-an insect-proof bag, so that pests and sparrows can't eat it! In another month, when the peaches took off their "coats" and appeared in front of us, it was already "eighteen changes in women's universities", and they were all rich and red! Only I know how hard my grandparents worked in Taoyuan!
It is difficult to grow peaches, and it is even more difficult to sell them. Grandpa's Taoyuan is in the westernmost part of former Huang Zhen, Qian Fang Town is a section to the west, and Minami Natsuki, a ridge where cars can't pass, is a section to the north. At the end of June, my grandparents picked peaches in the field before dawn and drove a few miles to the town to sell them. The town couldn't sell it, so we had to drive a tricycle to the peach purchase point in Wuxi. When they returned to Taoyuan, it was already dark.
A few years ago, a wide asphalt road (south extension project of Changwu Road) passed through the countryside, less than 50 meters away from grandpa's orchard! Grandpa, stop driving so many wrong cars! Grandpa's peaches are so delicious that several fruit shops are vying for them-in the morning, Grandpa sent a batch of peaches to Zhaiqiao, and later sent a car full of peaches to Huang Ming and Hutang, and stopped by to make lunch at his new home in the city. How convenient! If you don't believe me, please see: that road is right below my house. It floats south like a ribbon full of happiness, to the place where peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Essays on the centenary of the founding of the Party II. The teacher's kindness is unforgettable and affectionate, and youth is deep in the years.
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There are two kinds of people in the world who won't hurt you. One is a parent and the other is a teacher. During my long journey of studying, they nurtured me to grow sturdily and taught me to be a man.
I have been focusing on the teacher and I feel guilty. She is my junior high school teacher. Although she is not tall, she always walks with big steps. In my impression: she is a strict and responsible teacher. As the saying goes, "A strict teacher makes a good apprentice." Teacher Jiao is strict not only with his students, but also with himself.
When she was our head teacher, her youngest daughter was in the third grade, but she stayed with us almost all the time. At noon that day, the head teacher of Jiao's little daughter sent the composition to Jiao. The title of that composition is "My Mother"
"My mother is a teacher. She always gets up early every morning. She will get up before dawn. She woke me up from the warm bed at 5 o'clock in the morning and sent me to school after breakfast in a hurry. But the school gate won't open so early, I can only wait and wait ... Mom is really busy! When can my mother be less busy and spare some time with me? " Yes, Teacher Jiao gets up at 5: 0010 in the morning, and runs and exercises with us, reading early and having dinner together. We are more like her children. She was not on a whim, nor did she fish for three days and dry the net for two days, but day after day, year after year, until we graduated, and she never changed a day from beginning to end. At that time, we all thought she was too strict. When other classmates are still running around outside, chasing and fighting, we have already "returned to God". Needless to say, she was there. Whenever we make a mistake, she always says, "You mess around casually, and I won't care about you in the future. Anyway, I didn't learn it, and your grades won't deduct my salary. " But the teacher just paid lip service and didn't leave us alone. Miss Jiao is a heartless person. She taught us not only knowledge, but also the truth of being a man. She often says that we should be filial to our parents, respect the old and love the young, and be ready to help others. "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to raise and not kiss." She also often talks about it.
Teacher Jiao has a bad cervical vertebra and often sees her rolling back and forth around her neck with a thermos. I know it's because I bend my head to correct my homework for a long time, and my muscles are in a state of tension, which leads to muscle strain. At this age when we should pay attention to health care, Mr. Jiao has really paid too much for us.
Teacher Jiao is not only a strict teacher, but also an amiable mother.
On that day, the weather was stormy, and the stony "dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain" also had deafening thunder and dazzling lightning from time to time, giving people a sense of terror. The light rain came as scheduled and kept falling. That night, about one or two in the morning, I fell asleep in a daze. Listening to the light rain outside the window, I turned over and prepared to go back to sleep. Suddenly, I began to feel a burning sensation in my fingers. My fingers seem to have been stabbed by thousands of burning sharp arrows. Pain came to me like a spring tide, wave after wave. After a while, that feeling continued to flee upwards, filling my whole arm. My intuition tells me that I may have been stung by a scorpion. I hurried out to ask the teacher for help. In the middle of the night, Miss Jiao was awakened by the phone, listening to what happened and comforting me. As time went by, the pain in my fingers became more and more serious. I watched the pouring rain outside the window, watching the raindrops fall on the window, ticking, dancing like an elf, and like countless snowflakes, they scattered on the ground, opened beautiful flowers, and then drifted with the wind in the wind and rain. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Teacher Jiao appeared in front of the dormitory. I clearly remember that the rain fell to the ground drop by drop along the tip of teacher Jiao's hair, stirring up drops of flowers. The teacher touched my cheek gently with her hand and wiped the tears from the corner of my eye with a tissue. He said, "Let me see. Where did you get hurt? " Looking at her anxious face, I suddenly felt a warm current coming to my heart. Tears of disappointment flowed from the corner of my eyes again. I don't know if it's because my hand hurts unbearable, or because of Mr. Jiao's cordial greetings. For a moment, I thought I really saw it, in my imagination-is this still the usual strict teacher? No, she's more like my mother. I really want to hug her. She wiped my tears with paper over and over again, stroked my hand and said, "Come, I'll show you around. Hey, don't cry. " He took my hand and walked to the door. Walking out the door, the teacher seems to have found something again. Say, "Are you cold? Go back and get dressed, don't catch a cold again, in such a cold day ... "Say that finish and subconsciously touch my head. When I got dressed and prepared to go out with my teacher, I met a teacher on duty. The teacher is a chemistry teacher. Although he didn't attend our class, we also heard about his fame. When he saw us, he asked, "Teacher Jiao, where are you going?" The teacher told him the whole story. He thought for a moment: "I'm afraid it's hard to find a doctor at this juncture?" Teacher Jiao nodded: "Yes." The air suddenly solidified and only the sound of rain was heard.
Suddenly the teacher had a brainwave and patted his head. After a while, the teacher said loudly, "I found it." It is said on the Internet that alkali and soapy water can relieve pain. " Teacher Jiao quickly chimed in and said, "Is the restaurant open now?" The chemistry teacher smiled again: "Miss Jiao, you forgot that I am a chemistry teacher. There is alkali in the chemistry lab. " Teacher Jiao quickly said, "Then let's go." That's it. Two teachers dragged a little tearful person to the laboratory. The teacher wiped my hand with alkali and asked me kindly, "What's the matter?" ? Is it better? "My fingers are numb, but the pain in my arm has really eased. So I nodded my head. I've been busy for about an hour or two, and it's almost dawn. Go back to the dormitory and fall asleep with tears and warmth. The next day, Miss Jiao called me to the office and asked me how I slept yesterday. I said good. She smiled and said, "I guess I didn't sleep well all night." "Are you better now? Does it still hurt? " Then he took my hand and looked around. I touch my swollen finger from time to time and say, "almost ready, thank you, teacher." She said: "Nothing, nothing is good, hurry back to class." This matter will really be remembered for a lifetime. And this person will remember it for life.
Seriously. I really feel guilty, Miss Jiao. The teacher has always wanted me to study hard, at least to mix better than her in the future. But I don't live up to expectations and work hard, which runs counter to her idea. However, when I grow up, whether I grow into a towering tree or a trivial grass, I will bless her with the green of life. Thank you! My teacher! I'm sorry! My teacher!
If possible, I want to be a teacher. An excellent teacher, ordinary and ordinary, teaches and educates people like Jiao, with peaches and plums all over the world.
It has been raining for three days since the centenary of the founding of the Party, and I am waiting for you. Smoke billows from the kitchen, and a thousand miles across the river.
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Recently, I just learned an article "On Teachers" in Chinese class, in which there is a sentence: "Teachers are teachers, so they are taught by professionals." Somehow, it suddenly occurred to me that the teacher asked us before: What do you want to do in the future? At that time, two-thirds of the students said in unison that they wanted to be teachers, including me. I don't know why I thought so at that time. Maybe I'm just following the trend.
Looking back now, I suddenly feel a little confused. At that time, what did I know? Later, I went to junior high school. Although I am a different teacher, I asked the same question. As before, I want to be a teacher, but now there are fewer people talking than before. Maybe I have more knowledge, so I think this is a bit common.
And I really understand what I will do in the future, during the epidemic in 2020. At that time, for the sake of safety, we were all isolated at home, unable to go out or go to school, but as students who are about to take the senior high school entrance examination or the college entrance examination, how can we give up studying?
At that time, in order to let us study at home, the school used the current software to let the teacher let us study through live broadcast. I thought at that time: fortunately, there are these softwares, otherwise what will I do in the future! At the same time, I also feel that if there is only some software and no teacher comes to class, it seems to be no different from no class.
During that time, we all worked hard at home, but if there were no teachers working hard behind us, how could we be the top students?
A stone stirs up a thousand waves, and two fingers pop up all kinds of sounds. About a thousand years ago, when Zhang wrote Moonlit Night on a Spring River, he didn't know that a stone was enough to change a student's ambition.
The reason why I can unswervingly choose a teacher is a stone, that is, an unremarkable stone that can be seen everywhere, which makes me know the most important life mentor in my life-Mr. Xiao! She made teaching career my first choice.
Vaguely remember: during the epidemic, I had the idea of dropping out of school because I was depressed in my studies.
Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. When I was isolated at home, I indulged myself too much and never took my homework seriously, so that the first exam at that time fell from the top five to the top twenty in my class.
When I learned about it, my mood was as cold as falling into an ice room. In order to vent their emotions, I found a random place. When I saw a stone on the road, I picked it up and threw it forward. At that time, I didn't notice anyone around me, let alone the people who accompanied me silently all the way.
When I threw stones around again, Mr. Xiao stopped me and I threw them away. As expected, I threw it in front of Mr. Xiao. Fortunately, no one came to me, otherwise I would be guilty! I looked at the teacher passively and didn't dare to look him in the eye. I'm confused about Mr. Xiao's arrival. He is my physics teacher. He usually talks poison in class, but he is telling the truth!
Just when I was embarrassed, he first said, "I know your grades are not ideal this time." In fact, you are very clever, but your cleverness is not used in the right place; " You are also a sensible student. Other students are very silent and avoid me. Only you can ask questions with my sharp words. 95% of what you are now is your own fault. You are not a bad student, but now you are different from those who are not easy to learn! "
I bowed my head and listened to Mr. Xiao without saying a word, and we were silent. He didn't speak, and I didn't say a word. I know Mr. Xiao is waiting for me to talk. Very simply, I said a very hurtful sentence directly to Mr. Xiao: "Then if you think I am a bad student, you should give up on me." Anyway, I am now self-indulgent. " I knew the teacher would feel bad, but I still blurted it out without knowing what was going on.
I can't help but feel sorry for Mr. Xiao's dim eyes, but I thought he said something that impressed me for a long time: "Mr. Tao Xingzhi once said to the teacher," You have Watt under your pointer, Newton in your cold eyes and Edison in your sneer. "So no matter how you treat yourself, what I have to do now is to be a good teacher. Then he left.
I stayed where I was, quietly watching him leave, for a long time.
During the epidemic, some students were happy and some students were sad. I am a part of sadness. Why should I indulge myself? Teachers don't give up on anyone. Why should I give up first? I thought about it for a long time and finally decided that no matter what the result is, as long as I do it now, I will never regret it in the future. The future is arranged by yourself!
I'm really glad that I met such a good teacher. Teacher Xiao's morality has deeply influenced me and made me more aware of the career orientation I need. Sometimes the teacher's vicious words are a slap in the face, not necessarily on purpose. They may just want us to learn something from the painful experience. Teacher Xiao is my goal and my mentor!
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you. Smoke billows from the kitchen, and a thousand miles across the river.
Dear teacher, when we meet again, my Excellence is just as you wish.
Essays on the centenary of the founding of the Party 4 Grandma's tape recorder always plays such a song "Without the Party, there would be no new China ..." I asked Grandma why she always played this song, and she said, "You were born in a good era, and you don't know what kind of life we used to lead." So I pestered my grandmother to tell me the story of her childhood.
Sitting on the warm balcony, grandma gave me a leisurely way. Grandma said, "She was born in 1954. Because of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression before, everyone was displaced. Her mother told her that when the Japanese army came, people in mountainous areas could only run to the mountains, and people in plain areas could not hide. People all over the country are in danger at any time, and they don't know when they will lose their loved ones and their lives. It was not until later that there was a producer of * * * that there was hope! * * * The production party not only does not use the masses as a needle, but also leads the army and militia to fight against the enemy. Only in this way can the Japanese army be driven out of China step by step, and everyone can live in their own land. " Finally, my grandmother told me: "When you grow up, you must join the party. You are from China. You should serve your country and be a person who loves your country, your family and your compatriots. " . I secretly made up my mind, thinking: Grandma, don't worry, I will listen to you and do as you say!
Grandma went on to say, "Later, the enemy was finally driven away, and everyone no longer had to live in fear." But the problem is coming again. Everyone was poor at that time. When they were young, they couldn't eat white flour and the rich fruits and vegetables now. The whole family is half hungry and half full, and sometimes they are starving. She said that when grandpa married her, there were only three big pieces: a watch, a bike and a sewing machine. However, when it comes to marriage, the days of real poverty have just begun. Everyone has no money and eats miscellaneous noodles. "She said," My mother didn't grow tall because her nutrition didn't keep up. Mother's clothes were mended again and again, and the sisters took turns dressing. Every time my mother pays the tuition, she has no money to pay the tuition. She has to go to relatives and neighbors to make it up. It's okay now! Good policies, good party spirit thinking, and sincere concern for the people. Now the school has nine-year compulsory education, and all tuition and miscellaneous fees are exempted. When they go to college, there are also national student loans, so that those children who really want to go to school can complete their dreams and finish their studies. "Grandma wants me to cherish the learning opportunities now. In fact, she studied very well when she was a child, but because there are many younger brothers and sisters at home, they all need to be taken care of and there is no money for her to go to school. She had to drop out of school and go home to take care of her younger brother and sister with her mother. Finally, grandma sighed and said, "It's good to go to school. You can read so many words and books. "Once again, I made up my mind to cherish this learning opportunity and take her to Tiananmen Square, the most talked about place.
Heartfelt thanks to China * * * production party, thanks to the new China, so that grandma's mother, grandma, mom and I, our four generations of life is getting better and better, more and more happy! Grandma's words made me love our motherland and China * * * production party even more!
I think everyone has heard of placement students. But have you heard of the over-class teacher? You will be surprised to hear the teacher's performance in class. Stop it, which school will arrange teachers for students so wonderfully? Yes, yes, congratulations! As you guessed-this strange school is my old school.
The thing is, just at the most tense moment of my study in the second half of my second year of high school, I never expected that the school suddenly gave us a new English teacher and asked her to take over as our head teacher. To tell the truth, for me at that time, it didn't make much difference for me, an English scum, whether to change teachers or not. After all, even if I changed my teacher, I would still listen to gobbledygook and play chess with Duke while making tea in English class. Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. "Even a new teacher will take care of me at first, but gradually she will give up on me because of my achievements.
But I don't think I was wrong. She didn't give up on me. Even if I think about it now, I still feel incredible.
I remember her third week as our head teacher, after the monthly exam results came out. Seeing the decline in my grades, I carefully thought about my study status in recent days. He called me out decisively and even called my mother to her office. She told my mother so much that I can't remember what she said to my mother. I only remember that later she asked me to go back and think about it. I walked out of her office for no reason. I don't know what she wants me to think. Maybe I'm slow.
Outside her office, I felt that she just verbally asked me to think about it, and would not really ask me if I understood it thoroughly. Oh, I didn't expect that I miscalculated again. The next day, she found me again. Ask me what I am thinking.
"er ... teacher, what's wrong with you ... what do you want me to think?" I got up a lot of courage and stammered out such a question. "You! Think about your recent state and what to do in the future. Let your mother come to my office again this afternoon. " Yes, I was successfully called a parent again. Finally, I promised to study hard in front of them and try to enter the learning state.
Oh, no, it's not settled yet. Maybe it will be over after junior high school. (I thought so, too. )
When I changed my seat a week later, she might have seen my progress. She transferred me behind the best girl in the class. Let her take me to study, and slowly I became good friends with that girl. She helps me study and I take her out to play. From then on, the nerds in our class are no longer nerds. Similarly, the most difficult students are not so noisy. Maybe we are gradually neutralizing and complementing each other.
Speaking of which, I'll tell you a secret in secret. In fact, I haven't really changed since then, but I always feel that she is staring at me behind my back. It is her concern that makes my progress slow.
Later, I found out that I was not the only one who was specially cared for by her. In her opinion, everyone is special, and she will pay attention to every student like her own child, as if every student is her child.
I think I will never forget a lesson she gave me. That day, she reminded us of the most grateful person in junior high school for three years. I was crying when I said this. I don't know why, but tears can't help falling. After listening, she said to me, "This is your own change, and it has nothing to do with me. If you don't want to change, there's nothing I can do. "
This is the teacher who interrupted in class that I can't forget. She treats each of her children fairly. She is very kind to her children. She never boasts of her merits. She has been working hard.
Thank you, my dear teacher! You let us know that there is sunshine in the heart and sunshine in the future. Even if you walk alone in your dreams, you should break away from comfort and embrace the starry sky.
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