Essay, titled The Light Bulb That Changes Color , about 40 words.

Dad works at Weixintong, and many of the wireless communication products in the army are produced by Dad. Dad has a selfless work spirit. He often worked overtime and came back late.

From the moment it was born, a nation has never stopped developing, struggling, and marching toward a more perfect and civilized nation.

They come out of the forest to understand the world and follow their own path. Walking, gradually accumulating experience, they were amazed, surprised, and shocked. It is this humble spark that acts as a prairie fire—they learn to think, draw conclusions from thinking, and breed faith from conclusions.

They began to create, to create things that they didn't have before to enrich their lives – and yet, it all started with a way.

Ingenuity needs to be persistent, give it soul and life, it can let you get the final recognition, but every place outlines your youth memories, let your life also shine, what do we remember: you are used to reading at night before each exam, there are students of faith, and the good college years are like a long river. There are turbulent whirlwinds, there are flying streams, there are also quiet flows, often learning from books, this or full or empty three years, the temperament of the times of excellence in everything, only competition, survival of the fittest.

Don't always get angry with your work, because no job is unaggrieved. Do more things that others don't want to do, always maintain an insatiable mindset and pursue ingenuity, in order to cope with this hustle and bustle, neon glittering world. We do not desire the waves of fate and the graceful scenery, we pursue the inner calm and calm, in the end you still have to play alone, run hard, the dance of the wind, you will take the ordinary work as a kind of practice, inadvertently can accumulate the ultimate works and even extraordinary achievements.

Only with awe can we keep the "bottom line", respect and abide by the rules, be persistent in our work, and be responsible for customers and products. Since we have chosen the life of craftsmen, no matter how tired we are, we will not feel bored. You must engrave concentration into your life, and integrate perseverance into your blood, just to meet a better self, because of your flying struggle!

Three years of love, three lives, fate will always see you again! Goodbye, students, look forward to seeing you again! I wish the students a steady and far-reaching boat of friendship, a fruitful career, and a happy life!

Write a song that truly belongs to us, run to the distance of dreams, give life, to adjust your mentality, you are rich, because you have the youth of struggle, more experience to improve quickly. Take the initiative to temper more at the grassroots level, seize all opportunities to improve your own ability, develop and maintain good habits, and label the product with warmth. On the other side of the dream of becoming a craftsman in a great country.

The bench has to sit for ten years in the cold, and the article does not write an empty sentence "The rhyme of the heart, no matter how difficult it is today, it must continue", if you don't taste loneliness and experience perseverance, let us have a sense of awe, practicality, and convenience. If you are full of love and even awe for the cause you are engaged in, your Yanggong life may become a habit little by little, and you have already been closely connected with Yanggong, which is worthy of your "separation and forgetting".

This morning, I woke up and felt weird, no, why was my head so dizzy? So I shouted, "Grandma, come here, I'm a little unwell!"

But I was dumbfounded when this shout came out, although I was shouting at the top of my throat, but my throat seemed to be stuffed with something, and the voice of shouting was as thin as a mosquito. All my good mood for the day was in vain.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face groggily; finished breakfast in a daze; Dizzy writing homework. It's painful, numbing, boring......

Took the medicine". These words woke me up all of a sudden, and I had to live with medicine again, and my grandmother brought me a bowl of "steaming" Chinese medicine and urged me to take medicine. I really can't wait to turn over the soup, but looking at my grandmother's kindness, what a bad soup!

I know: I can't fight my grandmother's tenderness with my rashness, and there is only one way - drink.

I had to pick up the bowl, trembled my hands slightly, and gently pursed my mouth, a disgusting feeling! I almost didn't throw it up! I raised my neck and drank it all. Bitter! I poured boiled water wildly, and at this time the boiled water became better.

After a while, I don't know if it was the medicine that worked, or if I got up too early in the morning, I wanted to sleep in a daze, but the pile work in front of me made it difficult for me, I stared hard, like two big light bulbs, but after a while, the "light bulbs" were gone. Jingle bell, ** ringed. I guess it must be Mom, well, Mom!

Mom said in **: "Why are you sick again, alas, eat more food and take care of your body!" "I was really touched by her words of concern.

So, I said, "Well, Mom, I'm going to get better." ”

[Composition].

Grandma was sick.

The biting winter blew me with an icy wind, and I hid in the big warm quilt, not daring to come out, like a shy little girl. My grandmother was sick and admitted to the hospital, so my mother often cooked something for my grandmother.

I got up quietly, and though the icy wind was roaming through my bedroom, I got up too, for my stomach was growling with hunger, and it was like a rooster crowing. My mother once said: If your mother is not at home and you are hungry, you must learn to cook and cook by yourself, otherwise, when you grow up, you won't even be able to eat!

I first put the vegetables on the wooden board, and then recalled the way my mother cooked, and the clattering chopping of vegetables reminded me of a sentence: If you don't work, you won't get a harvest, and if you don't work with your hands, then you won't have a bite to eat in the future!

This sentence made me understand this fourth-grade text: "What is happiness", and then after the winter vacation, I studied the next volume, because I will never forget the text of "What is happiness" and the "dignity" of the second volume of the fourth grade!

Soon after, I started cooking again, chopping vegetables and pork ...... at the same timeRemember, little ones! You can't get it for nothing! The harvest! Use your own labor to get this food!

Forty minutes later, ......The rice was cooked, the dishes were cooked, and the fragrant food made my saliva run down ......, tick-tock, as if the alarm clock was calling. When my mother came back, I told my mother about the labor, and she praised me for being a person who earned from my labor.

Splitting headaches. I want to sleep, but I don't dare to sleep. A friend said that your physique is too bad.

After hearing this, there were tears in his eyes, but he forced a smile. At this time, I always feel that I am not valued. As a result, I often envy other people's sick children.

When I am sick, there is special care and care from adults, and there are many delicious things, and I can even avoid doing things I don't want to do, such as not going to school, etc. Now, being alone and sick is what I fear the most. A person's empty room, full of thoughts filled the space, speechless and choked, adding to the sadness.

Woke up in the middle of the night with aches all over my body and a dry mouth. I wanted to pour myself a glass of warm water, but there was no warm water here, so I didn't want to disturb his sleeping sleep. Open your eyes, listen quietly, chant in the night, and sing in a low voice.

The cold wind of the air conditioner swept away my already hot body, making the room even more freezing cold. In an instant, tears flowed down his cheeks. What kind of stubbornness is it?

will dim this bright smiling face. The sky was overcast, his eyes were blurry, and the sky was clouded by the impulse of the moment. I began to regret it, regretting that I had shed my tears again.

By the pond, under the moonlight, a lonely soul follows into the night, letting it drift east and west. The willows on the shore are still around, and the shadows of the trees are swaying. The late wind does not reduce the dryness of the heart.

Sitting on a cold stone chair, a pool of green water sparkling in front of me, and the wind whimpering. Inevitably, the beautiful scenery is full of sadness. I was hurt by the summer evening breeze and hurt my body, and my soul hurt.

I woke up from a dream, but why did I become a confused child with no direction? The clouds on the horizon, drifting around, can there be traces of my flight?

Today I got sick. It's uncomfortable.

In the morning, I felt weak and tired. Seeing this symptom, my mother said, "Jiaying, you're sick... I hurriedly asked:

What disease? "My voice is thin. "A little bit of a fever, a cold.

You can't go to school today. "But... It's time for the review stage! "No!

Be sure to rest at home. So, I had no choice but to rest at home.

Soon, my mother put a note on the door and hurried to work. The note read: Remember to take the medicine, the medicine is on the table!

By: Mom "What to take medicine!" My feet had to go limp.

I'm not afraid of the sky, I'm not afraid of the earth, I'm just afraid of taking medicine!! I was about to sneak away when my brother came. Brother said:

Little thief, run away after taking the medicine. "I have been defeated again by the hands of your lords. "Phew!

It's so bad to drink" I drank the medicine, I wanted to vomit it so much.

Hey... Sick and uncomfortable to death. I will definitely exercise well in the future and never get sick again!!

A few days I got sick and I was admitted to the hospital, but it was my birthday, but I didn't have a birthday, but my parents and grandparents who were admitted to the hospital came to see me. I think,