My mother has a pair of watery eyes and a pair of arch eyebrows, a small nose and a small mouth, which looks very kind; Fair skin and short black hair; Mom also likes to wear dark clothes, which is very spirited.
My mother can't often accompany me to do my homework because of her busy work, but she is still very concerned about my study. However, she cares about me in a different way from other parents.
My mother never forces me to study actively. I'm on my own. She often encourages me and seldom criticizes me, especially when I fail in the exam. I feel particularly uncomfortable. She will comfort me and hope that I will try harder next time. With such comfort, it feels as warm as drinking chicken soup.
Relax, maybe some parents won't give it to their children. But my mother is different. She will give me time to relax. Take me out to play on Saturday (on the premise of finishing my homework). I'm really happy to have this life.
My mother's love of work is also worth learning. Mom works very hard. If she doesn't finish the work, she will work overtime. She often can't have dinner with me because she often works overtime. On one occasion, she worked overtime until 7 am. She stayed up all night, but she went to work in high spirits the next day. This year, my mother was rated as a national model for women's achievements and went to Beijing to receive the prize. I am very happy to hear that she told me this on the phone. On the day she came back, I took flowers to meet her at the airport and saw many of my mother's colleagues also meet her. I am really proud of my mother. Although my mother seldom accompanies me, I don't blame her at all.
Compared with other students, I really feel that it is my greatest honor to be assigned to this mother by God. I will follow this mother like a daughter in my next life. I admire my mother very much.
In my mind, my father has always been a hero with indomitable spirit and a broad mind like the sea.
My father has been wearing a pair of cloth shoes, a white gangster, wide and big, which is particularly dazzling and outdated among the people coming and going in the street. Once I asked my father with a smile, "Now that you are a big shot, why are you still wearing such rustic shoes?" ?
"My father smiled for a long time without saying a word.
My father once said to me, "son, don't think that we are rich now, but we have the blood of rural people in our veins, and we should have the simplicity and faithfulness of rural people in our bones."
"I listened to my father and nodded thoughtfully.
When my father was young, his family was very poor. My father has no good clothes to wear and not enough to eat. But my father studies hard and is willing to work hard. He has always been the first in his class.
Under the threat of poverty, many children drop out of school and go home to herd sheep, but my father's father, my grandfather, an honest but determined cultivator, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how hard and poor you are, you must let your children learn."
"In this way, grandpa finished junior high school with his broad shoulders and glittering and translucent sweat, and his family was poor. With the industriousness and honest intelligence of rural children, my father was admitted to the county key points with the first good result in the county, but (but) a gloomy cloud also rose to grandpa's mind: "Where did the children come from and go to the middle school in this county?" "
"Grandpa tossed and turned on the kang, didn't worry about a result all night. The next morning, grandpa calmly said to his father, "Come with me to cut wheat this morning." The sensible father blinked as if he understood something. Without saying anything, he picked up his sickle and followed his grandfather out of the yard.
But when grandpa stepped out of the threshold, he couldn't help but be shocked, and so did his father-all the men and women in the village stood outside the door, some carrying half a rice bag, some carrying a thin chicken, some holding a few sweaty broken banknotes, and some holding a few worn-out but clean clothes ... The village chief grandpa four smiled and said, "Our ancestors had good water supply, and a scholar was a mistress."
Tears rolled down the wrinkles on grandpa's face, and grandpa shouted at his father, "kneel down for everyone." ...
"Father" well ",kneeling on the soil. ...
My father later said to me, "Do you know why I always wear cloth shoes? When I left that day, the fourth grandmother in the village gave me a pair of cloth shoes and said,' Xiaosanzi, it's true that everyone has difficulties these days. You can live your whole life. You can't always think about yourself, but also think about others. Who has no problem? Your fourth grandmother, when I was living in old bones, I was looking forward to a talented person and a high official in the future, so that all the people in our village could have enough to eat and all the children could study.
Later, I went to college and saw the world, but whenever I faced the colorful world in the city, I would think of the scene that the whole village gave me. People should live with a conscience. People should not only think about themselves, but also think more about others!
Looking at the tears in my father's eyes, I suddenly understood the reason why my father resolutely gave up his generous treatment and returned to the village to lead everyone to start a business: people can't just live by themselves.
Comment: at first glance, the topic of "father's cloth shoes" thought it had nothing to do with the topic However, wait a minute. After reading the whole article, you will feel that this candidate has written a short story with profound implications. The theme of this story coincides with the topic of "seeing yourself and seeing others".
After graduating from college, my father resolutely gave up his generous treatment and returned to the village to lead everyone to start a business. When he became rich, he became a "big shot", but he "always wore a pair of cloth shoes" in order not to forget his roots. "You can't just think about yourself, but also think about others." This paper is novel in conception and fluent in language. Zhang Xianzhi; "People can't stand on their own feet" played the strongest voice of the whole text.
Not long ago, my mother enrolled me in a composition class. There, I not only made many new friends, but also met a teacher I admired most.
My composition teacher is of medium height, with shining black hair mixed with strands of white hair, and her loud voice has been echoing in my ears. She has a pair of stern and caring eyes, and often throws warm eyes at us.
In the composition class, I was attracted by the teacher's beautiful and interesting classroom language. At that time, I always thought that the teacher read it to us according to the content of the composition book, but the language was very expressive. In order to find out, in a composition class, I specially put the book that the teacher usually uses in class on my desk. I thought to myself: The teacher can't find the textbook. How can she take this course?
Who knows that teachers don't look for books at all in class? While reading a book and listening to the class, I opened the book and found the content of this lesson. At this time, I discovered that the teacher's language is not the same as that in the book! Not only did she explain the key knowledge of this lesson clearly, but the language was so beautiful, interesting and attractive, and she also listed several examples that were not in the book. A very boring writing theory class, after her teaching and guidance, the students easily mastered it, as if they had a feeling of unfinished business. Until the bell rings, the students are still pestering the teacher to listen to their gains!
Since then, the students not only like our composition teacher, but also look forward to the weekend coming soon every time. In order to appreciate the teacher's elegant demeanor, learn more knowledge and enjoy more beauty, we all have a lot to say to the teacher. Gradually, our interest in writing is getting stronger and stronger, and our writing ability is constantly improving.
Don't you think such a good teacher deserves our admiration and praise?
I'm talking about someone I respect, including the amiable grandpa the cleaner. At first, I thought he was nothing special, but through this incident, the image of grandpa the cleaner gradually changed in my heart. ...
On the way back from school one day, I may have caught a cold the night before, and I have been uncomfortable in the morning. I tried my best to bear it, but I couldn't. I threw up on the street in the community before I got home, and almost threw up my intestines. Just when I was uncomfortable, a man dressed as a cleaner came in a garbage truck with a foul smell. He bent down to look at me and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, little friend?"? What's wrong with you? " Grandpa will help you. "At this time, an unpleasant smell came face to face, which made it worse." Nothing, don't worry. "I quickly covered my nose and stared at him sideways, thinking: Hum, it's dirty and smelly, so leave me alone. Grandpa may have realized something and didn't go any further. He just stood at a distance and looked at me anxiously.
After vomiting, I felt much more comfortable and walked home slowly. As I approached the door, I subconsciously scanned the place where I vomited just now with the corner of my eye, and saw grandpa the cleaner slowly cleaning up the dirty things I vomited just now with a broom. Soon, the ground was clean again, and there was no trace of anyone spitting. I was very moved when I saw him, and I had a strong curiosity about him. Since then, I have quietly paid attention to him.
More than half a year has passed, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, he will appear in the community on time, cleaning and transporting garbage. In addition to doing his job well, he also took pains to publicize the necessity of protecting the environment and take timely remedial measures for the destroyed grassland. In order to beautify the community environment, he often mobilizes children to plant flowers and trees together. When someone is in trouble, he always helps for free. Grandpa's obscurity and selfless dedication moved me. He is a person with a strong sense of social responsibility, he is a dedicated person, and he is a charitable person. He is a man I respect!
One person I admire is my friend and one of my big sisters. Her name is Kong Kaiwei. She is not outstanding, but she always wears a sweet smile and looks particularly kind and lovely.
Sister Kong Kaiwei has almost all the advantages of an excellent student. What I admire most is her study. She studies very well. No matter in Olympics, computer, composition or other aspects, she is excellent in every subject, and she is also good at talking. She likes studying very much. She is also in No.12 Middle School. She is a student in a special math class, so she is particularly interested in math. Junior high school will leave a lot of homework every day, but she still insists on doing some Olympic math problems every day. She often goes to bed at eleven or twelve in the evening and gets up early in the morning. She is very tired. Before, I thought her parents forced her to do it, but later I learned that she asked for it herself. I see. Kong Kaiwei said before that doing problems is a pleasure. Being able to do more questions is also an improvement of your knowledge. Although he was very tired, he gained a lot. Not only that, she studies very hard. On her birthday, she agreed to let our friends wait for her call in the morning and then go to her house to play. Unexpectedly, the phone didn't ring until two in the afternoon. It can't be that our home phone is broken, so I called them again. It turns out that Kong Kaiwei arranged some questions for himself before calling at ten in the morning. I didn't expect the topic to be difficult, so I wanted to play after writing it. I didn't expect to write them ... although we waited all morning in vain, I also saw her seriousness and had to admire her.
Kong Kaiwei is particularly open-minded and tolerant to his friends. Once, she borrowed some money from me and didn't pay it back for a long time. I am in a hurry, but I can't find her. I thought she wanted to default, so I spoke ill of her behind her back. Later, my friend told me that it was over when it reached Kong Kaiwei's ear. She will definitely ignore me in the future. Sure enough, after several days, she didn't call me. I'm too bored to stay at home alone. I want to go out, but I'm afraid I'll accidentally run into her. It's embarrassing that she talked about me in the street. So I stayed at home. Just then, I suddenly received a phone call from Kong Kaiwei and asked me to come out and meet her. Before we met, I thought she would definitely say something about me. Unexpectedly, as soon as we met, she first said "I'm sorry" and gave me back every penny of the money, and I stood there. I asked, "What about the fact that I spoke ill of you behind your back?" Seeing me say this, she quickly took my hand and said, "The past is over, let's go and play." She took my hand and ran to the stadium. Since then, I have never spoken ill of her, and I have become generous to my friends.
She has much to admire. She is trustworthy, generous and helpful ... It is not easy to make such good friends in life. I will cherish this friendship. I will follow her example and learn from her.
Some people admire Ronaldo who is all-powerful on the football field; Some people admire Beethoven, a musician who can play countless beautiful music; Some people admire Lu Xun, who is knowledgeable; Some people admire ... but I admire an ordinary English girl. Guess why?
Words have to start from last year's world-class disaster-the Indian Ocean tsunami. In Puma Island, a tourist resort in Thailand, an English girl and her mother followed a tour group to visit. One day, the weather was fine, and the little girl and her mother went swimming in the blue waves. Just as they were having fun, the little girl found many dead fish floating to the shore. At the same time, bubbles appeared on the water from time to time, and the tide receded far away. The little girl remembered a tsunami open class at school not long ago. The teacher said that all the signs before the tsunami were completely consistent with the current phenomenon. The little girl told her mother anxiously, "Mom, the tsunami seems to be coming soon. Tell everyone to run!" " Her mother was a little skeptical at first, but after listening to her daughter's analysis, she shouted, "The tsunami is coming, run!" Everyone ran away! " After listening to my mother's advice, everyone went ashore and fled to places far away from the sea, but some people were still picking up colorful shells by the sea, unaware that death had quietly approached them. The little girl saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, so she went up to persuade. After her unremitting efforts, those people finally listened to her persuasion and went ashore. The little girl is right Sure enough, after a while, the tsunami came. The waves are getting higher and higher, and in an instant, the houses by the sea are swallowed up by the tsunami. People are doomed when they are at the seaside!
I admire her for saving so many people! I admire her for applying the knowledge in class to daily life! I admire her for being so calm in such a dangerous situation! I admire her. ...
Speaking of the person I admire most, that is Mr. Chen, who is now the Chinese teacher in our class. You asked me why I chose Mr. Chen among so many old teachers. Of course, this is not because I don't admire other teachers. I also admire other teachers, because teachers teach us what they have learned, and I admire all teachers. However, Mr. Chen's unique education method is different, which makes our classmates who didn't like Chinese become fond of Chinese, and those who like Chinese become more fond of Chinese. This is also the reason why I admire Mr. Chen most.
Let me introduce Mr. Chen to you. Teacher Chen's face is round, sharp but not sharp, which is very beautiful. Teacher Chen's nose is very high, and she looks noble with a pair of glasses. With that sky-blue dress, it is perfect. Her eyes are bright and bright. The mouth is very small and delicate.
When Mr. Chen first came to our class, the math teacher said that this teacher's teaching method is very unique, so you must study hard. This sentence makes me think that Miss Chen is fierce, but I was deeply impressed by her in the first class. Her class made me feel that time passed quickly and the class was over soon, because we were all very happy in her class.
I remember once in class, she asked us to read the text freely, so we did as she said. Because we used to read books in our seats, she read them and said, "Little friend, don't you know what free reading is?" We argued and said, "Yes, of course. Just sit in your own work and read the text. " She said, "Of course not. Freedom is not necessarily a person sitting in a seat to study. You can also leave your seat to find your good friends and partners. If you don't want to find friends and partners, you can leave your seat and study while walking. Isn't this much more interesting? " Later, we read freely according to the teacher's method, not only learned something, but also corrected the wrong pronunciation. Isn't it the best of both worlds? The teacher's reading method is really good.
Teacher Chen, you are really a good teacher worthy of our admiration!
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In this colorful world, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but the person I admire most is my head teacher, Mr. Cheng. Teacher Cheng is in his early twenties, tall and thin, with long black hair. She has an oval face, curved eyebrows, a pair of glasses on her high nose, and her big eyes are hidden behind them. She always looks at others kindly and shows kindness and respect.
Although Mr. Cheng hasn't worked for a few years, every class can make us feel like a kind of enjoyment. Needless to say, her tactfully moving voice and her lectures are so vivid and touching, so easy to understand, which really makes people feel immersive. Teacher Cheng treats every student equally, regardless of his academic performance. She often said, "at the beginning of life, nature is good." She believes that we are all plastic talents, and it is her confidence in us and her tireless inculcation that makes our class's academic performance and all aspects of performance among the best in the school.
Teacher Cheng's love for us is like a small spring rain, which nourishes our healthy growth all the time. She not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us how to be a man. Call her great! She didn't really do anything earth-shattering Call her ordinary? She gave us her youth and love. At this moment, I silently thought: Although Miss Cheng is not as distinguished as Bethune and Nobel, she will always be the person and teacher I admire most.
The person I admire most is the cleaner. I have only met her once, but her image and spirit of serving the people are engraved in my heart like a sharp knife, which left a deep impression on me. In her, I realized a lot of life truths.
The first time I met her was at that time, on my way to school, when it was raining heavily. People on the road are all wearing raincoats and umbrellas and rushing home. At this moment, I saw a man cleaning up the garbage beside the garbage dump in front of my house. Who is there? This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? With questions, I went over. I saw a dusty aunt wearing a tattered raincoat (water came in from the hole in the raincoat). She cleans up the rubbish very carefully. I was very surprised. I've never seen a cleaner clean up our garbage in such a heavy rain since I was a child. He holds a shovel in his left hand and a broom in his right. He sweeps garbage into the shovel with a broom and holds the shovel with a broom. Then "send" the garbage into the garbage truck with a shovel. I can't help asking: "Auntie! Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Just come back tomorrow. " At this time, aunt wiped the rain on him. At that time, he could not tell whether it was rain or sweat. ) hit a "Haqiu". Ah! She caught a cold because she was caught in the rain! She picked up the broom again and told me in her hoarse voice, "No! If I don't clean up this rubbish as soon as possible today, there will be more bacteria breeding. At that time, the smell will float into the sky, so that you will be affected and the city will be affected! " After listening to her words, I asked again, "But you have a cold! I have to see a doctor! " After listening to my words, it seems that she just remembered her illness. Smiled and said: "Nothing! My cold is only related to my own health, but cleaning up the garbage is related to everyone's health. Do you think everyone's health is more important or your own health is more important? Of course, everyone's health is very important! So, I have to pick up some garbage and go to see a doctor! " With that, she picked up a broom and shovel and went on working.
At this moment, I froze. Some people look down on them because of their humble occupation and status, and avoid them everywhere because they are dirty. In fact, how great they have become. If there were no cleaners in the world, the streets and alleys would be full of rubbish. By that time, it will stink and the earth will be like a garbage dump. Is it beautiful? They contributed to the beauty of the earth. That cleaner just now was like that. When she has a cold, she thinks about everyone's health, not herself. Some people always look at them with discriminatory eyes and say that they are useless, but they still clean up the garbage for us seriously without complaining. In this rainy day, in this humble corner, almost no one will find this "city beautician", let alone come here to praise her, but she still makes extraordinary achievements in that ordinary post. Her spirit is admirable and worth learning.
I haven't seen her since, but his spirit inspired me. It tells me that people live in this world to make contributions to themselves and everyone.
I admire her very much!
I have a poor family and an ordinary father, but I love my family and my father.
People praise the beauty and prosperity of this city. As the father of a construction worker, he is also the shaper of the beautiful image of the metropolis. Dad likes painting. As long as a pencil is used, clear skies, distant peaks, mountains, trees, houses and bridges with aura will appear in his works. He is also a good player in playing with mud. Lovely "small animals" are lifelike in his works. As a result, there are lively deer, peaceful pigeons of peace, and thousands of Shuanglong playing beads,,,,
Dad seldom wears a suit. When he took off his work clothes, washed and dressed, that handsome look penetrated from his white shirt, beautiful tie and angular suit. At this time, I will look up and down: "Hey, Dad is great!" "
Mom said, dad is the sun, mom is the moon, I am the star, and we are an eternal combination in interstellar space, forever and ever. Dad is the pillar of the family. Without him, the sky would fall. To this end, dad worked hard for several years.
In late autumn, my mother received a remittance and learned that my father who was far away from the construction site was hit by a steel pipe and his arm was broken, but he didn't want to go home. Autumn wind blows, leaves rotate and grass trembles. I am holding the money for tuition, thinking about my father's pain at this time, and tears drop by drop. Only then did I really understand why people call money "hard-earned money".
Life is a long way, and my father supports this family with perseverance. My family is still perfect, warm and has endless happiness. In my eyes, dad will always be the sun that never sets. ...
Grandpa Li is my neighbor. He needs a wheelchair all day. Although he is disabled, he is a good man in my neighborhood. If anyone encounters any difficulties, he comes uninvited.
Aunt Mao and his wife upstairs are both disabled and their lives are very poor. Last year, my daughter was admitted to the university, and the tuition fee was still more than 1000. Nothing to say. Grandpa Li heard about it and remitted 1000 yuan to Mao's family without saying anything, which solved her urgent need.
Brother Xu, a neighbor, suffered from cerebral palsy since childhood and lived alone with his grandmother. Grandpa Li also paid 32,000 yuan for grandma's cerebral thrombosis hospitalization. Afterwards, Grandma Xu told everyone that Grandpa Li saved her life and her family would never pay off Grandpa Li's debts.
Grandpa Li once said: "People should create value for society when they are alive."
Over the past few years, Grandpa Li has donated more than 2 million yuan to the society. Therefore, he also won the honorary title of advanced individual for the disabled in China.
He is physically disabled, determined and helpful, and he is the person I admire most.
The person I respect most is my father. That's because something happened a long time ago that made me admire my ordinary father.
I remember when I was in primary school, during the May Day holiday, my father took my sister and me to live with my grandmother in the countryside. My sister and I are very happy, because this is my first time to take a long-distance bus. Looking at the green mountains and green waters outside, I feel that everything is so beautiful and novel. Looking from a distance outside the car, Shan Ye is green and tender. Birds are flying around in the green, twittering and listening so sweetly, as if eager to tell people the beauty of spring. The water in the river flowing by the road is clear, and there are three or five groups of white sheep drinking water by the river. They often look up at us enjoying the natural beauty, and baa seems to say: welcome.
When the bus stopped suddenly, I was immersed in the beautiful scenery of spring and my own imagination. The driver told everyone to wait in the car. He wanted to check it. Say that finish, the driver got off and the car stopped on the hillside. Nobody cares, but I still talk and laugh. At this time, the car began to slide slowly down the slope. Everyone immediately panicked, and I grabbed my sister's hand and shouted, "Dad! Dad! Come on! " The people in the car are also shouting, and the driver's master has been thinking about what he is shouting under the car ... At the critical moment, I only saw a familiar figure rushing past me and coming to the driver's seat with an arrow step. It's dad! You can feel the danger from dad's nervous back. Just as people shouted for help, the car suddenly stopped. I saw the sweat and smile on my father's cheeks, and my heart sank. At this time, the whole car clapped unconsciously, and the driver and teacher caught up with me and got on the bus, holding my father's hand tightly and saying thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
When I arrived at my grandmother's house in the evening, I described the thrilling scene today to my grandmother. My relatives say I have a good father.
She-tired for this family every day, running around for this family. She-regardless of fatigue, carefully guides the children's life direction every day and guides them to complete their homework. She is my mother.
Once, I was ill and caught a bad cold. My head was very hot and my ears hurt badly. It was already four o'clock in the morning. When my mother found out, she dragged her tired body and drove me to see a doctor. After seeing a doctor, the doctor told my mother that my condition was very serious, which would affect my ears and cause severe pain in my ears, and said that a few bottles of infusion would be fine. Reluctantly, I asked the doctor, "How many bottles should I hang?" "Not much, just three bottles." The doctor replied. I thought to myself, "You are really joking. You don't say much about hanging three bottles. At least you won't be finished until nine tomorrow. You have to go home and change after hanging clothes. I don't think there will be a class tomorrow morning. " I thought about it, and my mother patted me on the shoulder: "What's the point of staying?" Without saying anything, I followed my mother to a room with many small beds and chairs. Then we went to the injection room for an injection and got the bed. I lay on the bed and waited for the nurse to help me with the infusion bag. The nurse came and told me to clench my fist first, then tie a thick yellow belt on my hand, and then stick a needle with a tube into my blood vessel. I suddenly feel a pain in my hand. I was lying in bed, screaming repeatedly that my ears hurt, I couldn't sleep, and I was sleepy. Mom had no choice but to give me a massage and put me to sleep, saying that when I fell asleep, it wouldn't hurt. Sure enough, I fell asleep, probably because of the infusion bag or bottle, and my ears didn't hurt so much. Wake up in the morning and ask mom what time it is. Have you finished the infusion bottle? My mother said wearily, "Oh, you are awake. It's already seven o'clock and the infusion bottle has been finished. Come, go home and change clothes and go to school. " I wanted to say that I had to pull out the needle before I could leave, but I found that the needle had been pulled out. It turns out that my mother stayed up all night and has been waiting for me. The nurse pulled out the needle as soon as the infusion bag was finished.
My good mother, you stayed up all night waiting for me, and you made me feel maternal love all the time. You are really a good role model for me.