Ask for an essay with a word count of about 600 words, titled The Impression He She Left on Me !

In the depths of my memory, there is one person who has always been imprinted in my heart.

He taught me many things. He's what I met in the car. Probably.

Ten. High school students who are six or seven years old. He wears a pair of glasses, a black shirt and white pants, and a book as thick as a brick under his arm.

I remember one day during the summer vacation, I took a bus with my father to my grandmother's house, and it was just in time for the market, so there were a lot of passengers. We got on the bus and found the only two remaining seats, and there were "standing passengers" on the bus one after another. The bespectacled brother sat right in front of me.

He held the book in his hand and looked at it as if no one was around. He looked at it for a while, then lowered his head and pondered for a while, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and soon he continued to look at it with relish. The look of knowledge is like a seedling that has been in drought for a long time and meets Ganyu; Like a hungry calf breaking into the garden.

A brake came up to an old woman, who was clutching the handrail on crutches and struggling to climb into the car, and from her silver-white hair and the wrinkles on her face were enough to tell that she was not young. The aunt of the conductor at the side door saw it, opened her voice and shouted, "Who will give the old man a seat!"

Who gave a seat to the old man! The shouts of the conductor's aunt woke up the big brother who was reading and reading fascinated, and he saw the old grandmother, and then looked at the others, no one stood up, he immediately stood up, stepped forward, helped the old woman to sit in his seat, and said, "Grandma, you sit."

Lad. What about you? "It's okay, it's okay, you can sit down, I'll be fine standing."

Thank you, young man! "No thanks, I'm young, it's okay to stand. At this time, all the passengers of the car cast an approving look at him.

My father also said to me, "There are too few young people like him now." ”

It's been more than two years, but I still remember it vividly. This big brother's actions are not earth-shattering, and can even be said to be a very ordinary thing, but how many people in society can do it now? I hope that this flower of civilization can be like a peony flower, red and gorgeous, blooming all over the land of the motherland and people's hearts.

Since I was a child, I don't know how many things have happened to me, some are happy, some are painful, some are sad, and some are successful, but one thing has always been imprinted in the depths of my mind and made me remember it vividly.

Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of having a pair of pink sneakers. One day, my mother gave me 50 yuan and asked me to go to the store to buy it myself, and I was so happy that I jumped three feet high with the money my mother gave me. Came to the shop and the owner was very welcoming and asked me which color I liked, what size ......In the end, I chose a pair of **35 yuan pink sneakers, I took out the 50 yuan given by my mother to the boss, probably because there are more people in the store, the boss should find me 15 yuan, and finally took 50 yuan from the drawer to find me, and welcomed me next time with a smile.

I wanted to return the 50 yuan to the boss, but a trace of greed in my heart made me not have the courage to return it to the boss in the end. I was holding 50 yuan in my hand, my heart was full of panic, and my mind was still thinking about how to say it to my mother. I saw that the supermarket was selling ice cream, I took two and wanted to buy them for 50 yuan, and when I took out 50 yuan from my pocket and gave it to the boss, the boss took the money and said to me; "Children, we should be honest, we are not easy to do business, you buy two ice creams for 50 yuan, and it is still counterfeit money, do you want us to do a loss-making business?

I was blindsided all of a sudden, and with the 50 yuan, I hated the boss who gave me the counterfeit money. He saw through my greed for money and gave me counterfeit money, and I thought I was getting a bargain. Hey, if I knew this was the case, I should have returned the money to him, found 15 yuan, and then went home with peace of mind to explain to my mother.

When I got home, I told my mom what had happened. My mother didn't blame me, but scolded the boss, even the children, and comforted me: "Daughter, it's okay, it's not your fault, you should spend money to buy a lesson."

After listening to my mother's words, my heart suddenly became much brighter.

Although a long time has passed since this incident, it has brought me more than a little impression and some thoughts, and it has also made me see how sinister and insidious the hearts of some people in society are. That's right, it's what my mother said, "just spend money to buy a lesson"!

You exist in my deep mind, in my dreams, in my heart, in my singing.

--Inscription. The snow is falling, and the car, which has been driving slowly for a long time, finally arrives at the station.

It's so cold, whose child is this? "Street children, huh? "I got out of the car and saw a little boy near the parking lot with some chestnut-like pebbles in his hand. Looking at the bulging pockets, I understood that it was his "ammunition depot".

The boy was only seven or eight years old, wearing a cotton hat, and his clothes were fairly clean, except that the two "jade dragons" under his nose appeared and disappeared with his breathing. He was walking in front of me, and I noticed that he had a strange move: every time he passed a parked car, he would look down and seem to be looking for something.

What are you looking for? I couldn't figure it out. At this moment, he suddenly stopped, put the stone in his hand, and then drew an arc on his arm, and the "bullet" was "fired".

With the sound of "poof" stones hitting the ground, a little flower cat scurried out from under the car, ran into the grass, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. It dawned on me that he was looking for a target. How could this little boy be at odds with small animals?

Perhaps cruelty to small animals is a natural habit of children! I shook my head.

The little boy walked all the way ahead of me, and every car must be seen, and when a cat or dog stopped under the car, he would definitely hit it with a stone. Later, when the little boy walked into a noodle shop, I followed him and sat at the same table with him. I asked him:

Little brother, why are you hitting small animals? Animals are good friends of human beings, and we should live in harmony with them! ”

The little boy raised his head, flashed his two big eyes, and said confidently: "I didn't hurt the small animal, I wasn't beating the cat, I was helping it escape from danger, so that it wouldn't be run over by a car." I was stunned, only to see the shopkeeper say:

Kid, I'm going to fight the cat again today! The boy nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. I talked to the store owner and found out that the boy's kitten had been run over by a car a few days earlier.

It was because he was sleeping under a car parked on the side of the road and was run over by a car that started suddenly. The little boy was very sad and cried, and from then on, he paid special attention to the cats under the car, and whenever he was free, he went to the street to look for them, and when he saw them, he had to knock them out from under the car.

I was ashamed of my wild assumptions. As the little boy left the restaurant with the pebbles, I thought: When we pass by those cars, how can anyone worry about the cats under the cars?

Can we forget all our troubles and bend down for the sake of a cat, a little life? He has remained in my memory ever since!

There is such a person, no matter how long history has passed, he is still deeply embedded in our memory.

He was a leader and a poet. He spent his life writing poetry and leading people in the right direction. In his heart, there are the infinitely beautiful rivers and mountains of China, and the light and warmth of the rising sun; In his poems, there is an optimistic and upward revolutionary spirit, and there is an unremitting pursuit and persistence of hope and revolutionary victory!

His life is a chic and bold poem! So, naturally, he remained in my memory.

1 "Just a young man, in his prime......Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat? At that time, the Chinese nation was in a period of suffering, but he was still a teenager, but he already had the world in mind, actively participated in revolutionary activities, tirelessly waged struggle, and was ready to sacrifice himself to save the Chinese nation. He recalls the fearlessness of the wind and waves when he was a teenager, and inspires people to move forward bravely in the wind and waves!

Fight for the bright future of the Chinese nation!

2 "The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken, and the heavens are about to fall, and they depend on it. "The mountain he writes about is so lofty, so majestic, so strong, even if it pierces the blue sky, it is not damaged at all, and the sky can withstand it when it falls! Isn't this our Communist Party and its incarnation?

Even though they suffered difficulties and dangers, imperialist aggression and oppression by the Kuomintang, the party and it were like the pillars of optimus, supporting the destiny of the Chinese nation and creating an ironclad proletariat!

3 "The People's Republic of China was founded! His deep and cool voice spread all over the country, he is trying his best to write the most precious and important poem in his life, this poem, shook the world, stirred people's hearts, the 40,000 people across the country rejoiced at the birth of this poem, and he who created this poem shouted "Long live"! He stood on the tower of Tiananmen Square, looking at the sky, and condensed his flying thoughts into firm faith!

4 With the passage of time, he disappeared into this world, but his exploits and poems remained forever in the long river of history, forever sung by people, deeply in our memory.

He was in my memory, smiling, waving to ...... future

In the ordinary study, work, and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it, and composition can be divided into time-limited composition and non-time-limited composition according to the different writing time limits. How to write an essay to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my collection of impressions of her composition, I hope to help you slow down the jujube.

We have come into contact with many people in our lives, and there are only a few people who can remember them. She was one of them.

She's my mom. I didn't like her as a kid. She is not tall, slightly chubby, and has very long hair.

But she faltered and couldn't even run, because she had a high fever when she gave birth to me, and she took too many hormone pills, and she became what she is now. It turned out that I ignored the stool to explain her, but I was very envious when I saw other children running and frolicking with their mothers. And she couldn't keep up with me, so she could only shout my name in the street, and that voice became my first impression of her.

As I grew up, I became more and more face-conscious, and I didn't want my classmates to see that I had such a mother. Sometimes I quarrel with my mother to prevent her from sending me. She also gradually understood my thoughts, and every day when I walked to school, she only stood by the door and silently watched me leave.

My father talked to me several times, and I forgot what I said, but I remember his solemn expression, his serious tone, and I remember that he told me over and over again to be kind to my mother.

One day, when I came home, I saw my mother doing housework inconveniently, her cheeks covered with sweat, and many gray hairs added to her long black hair. I felt a little sad, and tears quietly rolled down my cheeks, across the years. I had run as fast as I could, shaking off her hands; I used to play with friends on the street and pretend I didn't know her; I ......That's how I used to treat her!

At this time, my mother turned around and saw me crying, and hurried over to help the tears. Maybe I went too far before, and she was a little scared, afraid that I would throw off her hand, afraid that I would quarrel with her. She tried to help the tears but hesitated a few times, and finally put the handkerchief on my desk and went about her own business.

And the back of the hurried departure was also my last impression before bidding farewell to childishness.

Now, I never bring up her clumsiness and avoid the topic every time we talk. And I am slowly changing, from deliberately ignoring her before to now naturally helping her downstairs and taking the heavy object in her hand; From indifference to now taking the initiative to help her with massage. I never knew she knew so much and how much she loved me!

Looking at her smiling face every day, don't mention how tall I am.

She is like a piece of jade, to be discovered gradually, to **. Those impressions are also remembered like the dazzling stars in the sky.