One person, one thing, one quality essay 900 words

In the morning, listen to the birds outside chirping crisply on the branches; Listen to the fallen leaves fall to the ground with a "swish". At this moment, I seemed to hear the "swish" sound of the cleaner's broom rubbing against the earth. The sound is so elegant, so melodious, the birds, the leaves, the dust, the earth, all of these things are like the accompaniment to the sound of the cleaner sweeping the floor, playing a melodious "Morning Symphony".

It was such a morning that the simple cleaner came to my mind, causing me infinite nostalgia and reverie.

It was a quiet morning, and the cleaner got up early and came to the street late to clean up. The "sizzle" sound of the cleaner sweeping the floor broke the silence of the early morning. I sat quietly in front of the window, stopping to watch the cleaner.

The cleaner was dressed in green overalls, with a big braid on his head, a white mask on his face, two watery eyes set on his pink cheeks, a white glove on his hand, and a broom. On the stone ridge, a mother and son sit. I faintly heard the conversation between mother and son.

Child, don't be like that sweeper in the future, sweeping around the street with a broom, what a shame! We're going to live a life of glory and prosperity instead of working hard under the dust, you know? "The mother was educating her son.

Got it, Mom, I must raise a lot of money in the future so that you can live a happy life! "The young child chimed in. "Kid, it's good you know!

As she spoke, her mother threw the finished bottle of mineral water on the ground. The child reached out to pick it up, but the mother was furious and stopped her son: "Why do you want to pick it up, do you have to lose my face to be satisfied?"

Don't be like the aunt who is sweeping the floor, always living in a dirty world, like a frog sitting in a well watching the sky, with shallow knowledge, doing this kind of low-level work. When the child saw that his mother was angry, he quietly stretched out his hand again. Hearing these words, the anger in my heart erupted like a volcano, and I felt indignant for the cleaner.

What's wrong with the cleaners, if it weren't for them, then the earth would be dirty, they are so noble, so beautiful, how can you who call yourself noble compare to those cleaners? And who is purer than those conscientious cleaners? Just as I was struggling with the cleaner, the cleaner crept up to the mother and son, bent down, and built the mineral water bottle.

I left in a hurry. Looking at the back of the cleaner in the distance, at this moment, my heart is really not a taste, as if I have knocked over the five-flavor bottle. Ah, I admire them, they give us sweet milk.

They sprinkled every drop of sweat on the boundless fertile soil. Ah, they create beauty, they are the creators of beauty, I admire them!

"My Little Friend".

When I was a child, I knew many children, but the one I remember the most was my best friend. Her name is Zhang Sixuan, although she is not particularly beautiful, but she is smart and cute, with long black hair, a neat row of bangs, and a pair of big eyes that are always bright. As long as she sees someone in trouble, she will always help him enthusiastically.

I remember one time, we were in an art class. After the bell rang, the art teacher came to the classroom and gave us a lesson on "Black and White Contrast in Line Drawing", using a thick liner pencil. This was one of my favorite lessons, and once I had figured out the styling, I happily took the pencil out of my bag.

However, because the cap of the pen was too tightly covered, I made a lot of effort, and when the cap was removed, the ink also splashed out all at once, making my desk, clothes, and paper all stained with ink, and even Zhang Sixuan's body was splashed with specks of ink. My pen is leaking! I was in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

At this time, Zhang Sixuan, who was sitting next to me, saw my helpless appearance, immediately stopped writing, quickly took out facial tissues and wet wipes from my schoolbag and handed them to me, asked me to wipe my hands, wipe my clothes, and help me wipe the table, but she completely ignored herself. She wiped it back and said, "Don't worry, go home and wash the clothes quickly, lest the stains on them come back and not be washed off."

I nodded gratefully and said, "Your clothes should also be wiped quickly, otherwise they will dry out in a while, and they will not be washed off." And she said:

Mine is okay, wipe it later. "We wiped the table together, and with the help of Zhang Sixuan, we finally wiped it clean. But when she returned to her seat and continued to draw, she found that my paper was dirty, so she took out a clean piece of paper from her bag and handed it to me, and we began to draw.

But after a while, the bell rang at the end of class, and we didn't finish the drawing. I walked up to her guiltily and said, "Thank you for what happened just now, but your painting was not finished, and the teacher who painted this time is going to keep a score."

But I didn't expect Zhang Sixuan to still smile and say, "It's okay, the teacher agrees that we will make up after class." I smiled at her gratefully.

Since then, we have become inseparable friends.

This is my classmate, a girl who helps others. Every time I see her wearing that speckled dress, I think of her beautiful qualities, and I am determined to be like her, enthusiastic about helping her classmates and being a good student who cares about others!

Discover the beauty of strangers.

The spring rain mixed with the cold wind came to Xiamen one morning. With an umbrella in one hand and a kettle in the other, I walked to the station with my school bag on my back. As soon as I walked downstairs, the lid of the kettle suddenly loosened.

I raised my wrist and looked at my watch, hey, it's okay, it's still too late. I put down my umbrella, picked up the kettle with one hand, and tried to press the lid with the other, but I couldn't press it tightly. The raindrops fell on me one after another, cold, and I couldn't help complaining about this spring rain in my heart:

Really, can't the spring rain be a little warmer?

Suddenly, the rain "stopped" and the lid of my kettle was closed. I straightened up and looked up, only to find a dark blue umbrella over my head, and I still thought about the sound of the rain in my ears. The rain hasn't stopped, hasn't it?

I turned my head a little in surprise and saw a little boy wearing a Hamato Elementary school uniform. There was a freshly healed cut in his big eyes for some reason, and he was holding a blue umbrella in his hand. A warm current flowed through my heart.

I hurriedly said to him, "No......No need to ......Thank! Then he turned and ran away.

I picked up my umbrella, hummed a little tune happily, and took the bus to school. I've been in a good mood all day.

Although I don't know what the boy's name is, I think that someone like him who is passionate about helping others must have a beautiful heart.

As the saying goes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", and in this spring rain, I saw the "friendship" with strangers

Early in the morning, Pan Qiang was dreaming. Suddenly, he was woken up by a loud rumbling noise outside the house. He rubbed his blindfolded eyes and noticed that it was pouring rain in the sky.

Oh no! There will be a lot of standing water at the school gate. Every time it rains, the little students are worried at the door, and this time it will be the same.

Thinking of this, Pan Qiang got dressed neatly, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to run outside the house with an umbrella. Pan Qiang's mother saw it and shouted loudly: "Qiang Qiang, you haven't had breakfast!"

Mom, I'm not eating. There is an urgency. With that, Pan Qiang ran out of the house.

Pan Qiang saw more than a dozen young students standing at the entrance of the school from a distance. He took three steps and two steps to the school gate, and saw the sad faces of his little classmates. Pan Qiang thought about it and had a way. He put down his umbrella and strode towards the brick stack to the west of the school.

When he came to the brick stack, Pan Qiang moved four red bricks at a time, once, twice, and three ......timesHe's doing it so hard. Gradually, a crooked path appeared at the entrance of the school. The faces of those little classmates bloomed with joy.

I'll help you through. Pan Qiang held the arm of the little student with one hand, and held an umbrella for the little student with the other hand, and passed on the path step by step. One, two, three ......Gradually, there were more and more students on the other side of the school gate.

At this time, Pan Qiang's heart was sweeter than eating honey.

Father-in-law Sun quietly watched the students coming and going at the school gate. A few days passed, and the water at the school gate dried up, and Pan Qiang moved the bricks back to their original places one by one.

Let's comment, aren't classmates like Pan Qiang worth learning from me?

Whenever I open the pencil case and see the black pen, I can't help but think of an incident that happened a few days ago. It was Thursday night in the nursery class, and I was writing my homework, when Mr. Zhu walked in and gave me a proposal for the Young People's Congress, asking me to fill it out before class and give it to Mr. Wang, and asked me to fill it out with a black pen. When I heard it clearly, I picked up a black pen and began to write.

As I wrote, the handwriting on the paper faded, and when I looked, there was no ink in the pen. What can I do? I'm about to pay it, ask my classmates to borrow it?

What the hell is going on? Hurry up! "I can't write it with a pen, but the proposal is about to be handed in, and I'm in a hurry!"

I thought what the fuss was about! Xiaoyi said, "I'll borrow you." Xiao Qi, who was sitting in the front, heard it, turned around and said:

The teacher didn't require that this homework could only be written with a black pen, and you only had one, which was lent to Xiaoting, what should you do? Aren't you afraid that you will be left behind because you can't finish your homework? Didn't we say okay, let's go to Xiao Gui's house after school today?

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Since she has an urgent use, of course I will lend it to Xiao Ting first, the overall situation is important!" With that, he handed me the pen, and I looked at her with gratitude and began to write quickly.

After a while, the proposal was written, and I returned the pen to Xiaoyi, who successfully completed her homework before the class bell rang. Although this incident is small, it has left a deep impression on me, and a pen embodies the sincere friendship between me and Xiaoyi.