Is there a good writer friend who can help me write an 800 word essay for junior high school student

800 is a bit much, I don't know when I'll finish it, so I'll give you a simple summary of what you're writing! Can you give you an idea or something?

It was a scene that touched me.

When it rains, I think of my dear grandfather and the thing that touches me the most.

It was Friday, and I don't know who provoked God, but the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and it began to drizzle. But who would have expected that by the time school was out at noon, the drizzle had gradually turned into a downpour, and my mood was like the sky, much darker. What to do?

What to do? I didn't bring an umbrella and didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain couldn't stop for a while.

My parents are still working, my grandparents are not in good health, and I don't have any money, so my mood is really bad.

Seeing my classmates walk out of school one by one, I was really envious. At this moment, a kind and kind voice came into my ears, "Jiang Meng!" I looked back and said, "Grandpa!

I cried out excitedly, only to see my grandfather riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but this little raincoat couldn't stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran over to my grandfather, who quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I found that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather, and he said that he was afraid that he would get wet on the road, and I was very moved.

Sit on! Grandpa said. "No, I have an umbrella anyway, I can go back by myself, don't take me on a ride, it's so slippery."

Grandpa is old, and it may be dangerous to ride a bicycle by himself, let alone take me on a ride in the rain. Grandpa hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't worry about you going back on a rainy day, let's go, the rain will be heavier in a while!"

I had no choice but to say yes.

Grandpa was very careful with every step he rode, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and my umbrella was repeatedly blown over several times, so Grandpa simply put away my umbrella and draped his raincoat over me. The bean-sized raindrops hit my grandfather's body and face, and I insisted on returning the raincoat to my grandfather, but to no avail.

When I finally got home, my grandfather's whole body was covered with water, and my grandmother quickly brought a towel and asked me what was going on, and my grandfather quickly interjected and said, "It's okay, the umbrella broke down on the road, and I gave her a raincoat, so it got wet, and I went to take a shower." "As soon as Grandpa turned his head into the bathroom, tears welled up in my eyes.

This incident is unforgettable for me, and it also made me know how much my grandfather loves me and how much I love him. I'm proud to have such a grandfather, proud!

Write about the rainy day, and at the end the teacher lends you the umbrella, and you look at her disappearing figure in the rain, and you are moved. over

The red sun sinking in the west paints the sky with strands of lonely orange red. Under the sunset, the ancient path of Cangsang is full of misty style, which is particularly quiet. Everything in heaven and earth seemed to be intoxicated with this frozen but very fleeting beauty, and all sounds were stopped.

I dragged a long shadow, walking in the quiet ancient road, my heart tumbling with thousands of thoughts, sad for the frustrations and troubles of the days. Suddenly, a melodious sound mixed with a gentle breeze gently entered my ears. The beautiful sound of the piano seemed far away, far away, and yet seemed very close and lingering in the ears.

I stopped, letting the strings of swift and jumping notes glide gently across my heart, dancing happily.

The sound of the piano still echoes on the path in the twilight, but it is like a clear spring that washes away the dirt of the soul and the tired dust for every passerby. My thoughts gradually merged with the sound of the piano, and I had the feeling of transcending the red dust, "the heart condenses and releases, and the ten thousand transformations are combined".

I followed the trail of sound and came to a dilapidated hut. This melodious sound came from within. I was about to hold my breath and enjoy the music when the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

A childish child's voice came into my ears: "Grandpa, I'm tired." It's so fun to play the piano, and even though I can't see it, I can feel it with my heart, right?

An old voice: "Yes, little girl, you play very beautifully." I see how nimble your fingers are, like dancing on those keys.

My heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, and many question marks rose in my mind, could it be ......Are they ......I quietly looked through the dusty glass window, and saw a little girl of seven or eight years old gesturing with her hands and talking to an old man. It's just that although the little girl's eyes have lost their brilliance, they reveal a happy sense of confidence. She's blind!

And the old man who was sitting there was a deaf man! My heart was deeply moved again, and two lines of warm tears quietly rolled down. These tears are sweet!

The setting sun retracted its last rays of afterglow. At the moment when I turned to leave, the beautiful sound of the piano sounded again, and once again moved me inexplicably. The ancient road echoed the laughter of the grandfather and grandson and the touching sound of the piano.

My steps forward became firm, because on this dark night, the touching sound of the piano was the light for me to move forward.

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Comrade, buy a book to copy, it's more convenient to copy, and if you don't have it, you can make it yourself!

Writing essays is really simple

Don't copy the upstairs, I don't believe they will write it themselves, it's better to find it yourself, it's best to write about what you've experienced, if you really don't have it, you can also write news or something For example, isn't it Wu Bin recently, when I watched the China Dream Show, I was moved and burst into tears

LZ, you always have to give a theme, right? Otherwise, have you experienced it ourselves?

That touched my smile At that time, it was summer, and the sun was scorching. My friends and I were on our way back to school. In an instant, a few slender rays of rain hit our faces, slowly thickening ......The rain was getting heavier and heavier, spilling away the summer vibe from the beginning, and we ran as fast as we could towards the BRT station.

Finally, it was time to arrive at the station. The rain was still falling without any worries, and I looked up at the watch in the station, and it was already 1:05 p.m.! It's going to be late.

The sound of the rain outside and the sound of our heartbeats combined to form a symphony, beating fast rhythms. However, another unexpected thing happened - we forgot to bring the money! A few of us kept moving around the station, so anxious that we couldn't speak.

The wind seemed to be laughing at us, and the rain refused to stop, and I sighed as I looked at the heavy rain outside the station. At this moment, an extremely gentle and calm voice broke the tense atmosphere: "Child, don't pay yet, let's go, I'm going to be late......."She smiled at us, her deep eyes like deep pools of water, and motioned for us to enter.

Suddenly, her smile became a warm current that flowed into the hearts of each of us, and that invisible thing touched me bit by bit, nourished my soul for a long time, so that I will never forget - this BRT aunt! In this way, we got into the car, and somehow, the wind stopped breathing at this moment, and the rain seemed to feel the breath, and gradually became smaller, and a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky, just like the aunt's smile ......Because of that aunt, we were not late, we didn't know my aunt, but because of her smile, I felt her warmth, just a smile, a simple word, but touched the hearts of many people! It is such a simple warmth, like a spring breeze, that penetrates into everyone's heart.

Love is everywhere, and it is sprinkled in every corner of the world. Love – it's not just great, it's simple. Love, what about **?

It's in the heart of each and every one of us. Yes, we don't ask for anything in return, just – with love! Now, on a rainy day in the summer, I think of that aunt again, and every time I walk to that station again, I can't help but feel a ripple in my heart.