Write an essay that impresses you the most?

Writing an essay, the most impressive thing is that his name is the most memorable person. That essay was my grandmother. My grandmother was always very fond of me.

Now my grandmother has been dead for 15 years. I still miss him so much. If there is an afterlife, I must be well.

Repay my grandmother.

The most impressive person can be written in your life, who do you think is the most impressive person?

Students, have you ever visited scenic spots? Have you ever seen the tender West Lake of Hangzhou? It has been rumored since ancient times: "The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and only Hangzhou is Bianzhou." "I visited the beautiful West Lake in Hangzhou once.

One summer vacation, my aunt, grandmother and sister and I came to Hangzhou on the Harmony, and we put down our luggage and started the day's journey!

We arrived at the West Lake first, and just walked in: on both sides of the road, there were rows of weeping willows, and the long, soft willow branches fluttered in the wind. The graceful dance is so beautiful and so natural.

When the lively and lovely birds stand on its waist and sing, the stream next to it also sings harmoniously, making a pleasant sound. We strolled to the West Lake, and somehow the face of the monkey changed, and the sky was drizzling, and the whole West Lake was immersed in a haze.

After a while, the fog on the West Lake gradually receded, and we found a wooden chair by the West Lake and sat down, watching the beauty and charm of the "mysterious world".

Look at the lake again: lotus leaves have covered the entire lake. Each piece resembles a turquoise jade plate, filled with crystal clear dewdrops. In the morning light, the dew drops shimmer, like diamonds in the sun, shining in the sun.

The flowers and bones that cover the surface of the lake are like brush heads pointing straight to the sky. Those "brush heads" are stained with purple and red colors, as if they want to blur the morning glow on the horizon.

It was very quiet. I can hear the flowers blooming, I can hear the dew rolling on the lotus leaves.

I closed my eyes slightly, intoxicated by this incomparably beautiful natural sound, and the beautiful sound flowed out like a spiritual spring. At this moment, I feel that they are **superior to everything in the world**.

Hangzhou West Lake is so beautiful! It's really tender like water! The beautiful scenery in the West Lake will be immortalized in my heart!

One of the things that stuck with me the most, I'll never forget what happened in my language class that day. When Ms. Chen was in our Chinese class, our foundation was not very good, and during the class, everyone was not very active in speaking, for fear that she would criticize us if we answered wrong. I remember once, when I was teaching the lesson "Prairie", she said:

Who will say what it means to outline? The students sometimes raised their hands hesitantly; Some just lifted and put down; Some sat with their heads bowed ......At this time, Mr. Chen called me. I slowly stood up with my head down, stammering, incoherent, and as quiet as a mosquito.

My classmates laughed, and I buried my head lower in shame, wishing there was a hole I could get into. At this time, instead of blaming me, Mr. Chen said kindly: "Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, it's wrong, it doesn't matter, at least you can be a teacher's problem, this is courage, this is what you do well!"

Hearing Teacher Chen say this, I really seem to be full of courage, I raised my head to look at you, just met her encouraging eyes, ah! This gaze made me feel the warmth of the spring breeze and the love of a mother. All of a sudden, I was enlightened, and I was able to come out of the problem fluently, although it was not entirely true, but Mr. Chen still praised me vigorously.

There was a round of applause in the classroom, which was both for me and for Teacher Chen. Ah, Mr. Chen, it was you who gave me courage, and from then on, I was full of confidence in learning; I'm no longer afraid of the teacher's questions; Since then, my language grades have improved by leaps and bounds. Ah, Mr. Chen, you are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and leaving knowledge.

You are the hard-working gardener who nurtures us little flowers. Ah, Mr. Chen, it was you who gave me courage, and your encouragement and education for me are deeply imprinted in my mind.

[Most impressive].

It was a sunny winter afternoon. I was walking on the way to the bookstore, and there were a lot of pedestrians on both sides of the road. At this time, a fashionably dressed young man was eating a cake while walking, and then a piece of cake wrapping paper fell down.

The paper swirled low in the air with the wind. I took a look, but didn't pick it up, thinking to myself, "It's not mine, it's okay." The others just looked up and watched the paper fall to the ground little by little, and had no intention of picking it up.

The originally clean road suddenly had such a piece of waste paper on it, which made it particularly conspicuous. But I walked into the bookstore on my own.

When I was shopping for books, I saw through the glass window that the plastic paper was still moving little by little with the wind. At this moment, an old lady on crutches came from a distance, and she walked with difficulty, bent over, hunched over. The wind blew the paper to her feet.

She looked down and looked around again. After some hesitation, she slowly bent down and picked up the paper on the ground with difficulty with her hands; Then he put his hand on the tree beside him, stood up again little by little, and staggered to the garbage can, and carefully placed the crumpled piece of paper in the garbage can. Immediately, she walked away as if nothing had happened.

I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave, the aging back giving people a feeling of weakness. When her figure disappeared into the sea of people, I realized that there were many pedestrians on the side of the road like me, looking at the gray-haired old lady in a daze, and there was a kind of admiration in their eyes. I walked to the checkout desk with the book in my hand, thoughtful, ashamed of myself.

There will always be people or things in life that impress you. A drop of water reflects the sun's brilliance. If you are a person with a heart, you will find that the noble quality of thought, the great spirit is everywhere.