200 points for a 2500 word essay

After working for a while, I began to feel that it was difficult, and the little bit of sharpness of my youth was stifled by reality, only to find that I was stumbled by the little things that I thought were not difficult, and it was at the start, but fortunately, it was at the start, which was very rare, and what was even more rare was that I was not discouraged by this.

Unicom's biggest competitor is mobile, as the name suggests - an enemy, but also a friend, but also a benefactor.

Without mobile, Unicom people have such a strong fighting spirit, mobile is a goal, and it is a goal that Unicom people want to surpass.

It was also my goal to decide to grow with Unicom.

When I came back from the army, my social experience was basically equal to zero, and I simply couldn't read the competition in other people's smiles. Maybe it's because your pressure isn't strong enough, and time is the best additive. I'm optimistic about my tomorrow, and I hope you are too.

You are from Henan Institute of Technology, Introduction to Environmental Protection elective,

2500 words. ,I guess no one will send you the original.,At most, it's copied from other web pages.,You can look up information on the Internet by yourself.,And then write it yourself.,It's useless to wait here!

Pushing open the window, the clouds on the horizon faded. It has a faint grapefruit fragrance and contains the taste of maternal love.

The sunset faded the clouds and melted away the coldness in my heart. I leaned on my mother's side, grabbed a ray of sunlight in the sunset, stayed in my heart, and sucked the fragrance of grapefruit in the cold.

On autumn nights, the wind roared against the trees and windows, and the leaves were blown all over the sky. Under the light, look at the mother. On weekdays, the hard-working hand has a horizontal and vertical opening.

Mother brought the grapefruit, put it on the table, and began to peel the grapefruit.

The furrow in my hand would open open, revealing a little red, and the red stinged my heart. The mother endured the pain and leaned forward. Still smiling.

The mother peeled the grapefruit vigorously, her fingers running through it, and her palms clenched the grapefruit. Under the light, my mother was so old, and my mother always smiled at me, as if to say, 'It's okay, it's really okay.'" Looking up at the starry sky, the moon smiled at me, and everything outside the window was quiet, as if I was touched by my mother.

Speechless. After my mother peeled it, she put the grapefruit in my hand, and when my fingers touched each other, I actually felt a trace of warmth, like sunshine, and I chose one and put it in my mother's mouth, and my eyes were unconsciously facing each other, speechless.

The leaves outside the window began to rustle again, as if to accompany my mother and me, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grapefruit and exuded a faint maternal love. Before I knew it, a layer of fog filled my vision. Mother's love is like an umbrella on a rainy day, shielding me from the rain; Mother's love is like the newborn sun, giving me warmth and strength; Mother's love is like a book, a book worth discovering in my life.

Don't sigh, when will I be able to shelter you from the wind and rain?

The starry sky of the night was lit up, little by little the stars outlined the taste of mother's love, and with the faint fragrance of grapefruit, I fell asleep.

Forehead... I'm really speechless about you.

It's good to write it yourself, if you really can't write the difficult experience, you can Sun Qiliang appropriately refer to other people's opinions, thousand.

Don't copy the whole article, someone else really has it.

Maybe it's not as good as what you wrote.

If you copy it, it will only hurt you, so that you will never be able to write.

out of a satisfactory article.

As long as life exists, there will be no poetry, with or without sunshine.

When there is sunshine, poetry is relaxed and cheerful, and without sunshine, poetry is low and melancholy.

No matter which tone it is, it is an aria of life and a condensation of life.

It is recommended to go to the library and find the works of Lu Xun, Ba Jin, Mao Dun, Guo Moruo, Lin Yutang, Xu Zhimo, and Lao She, most of them have written many good poems, and you can extract suitable works from their prose. This method is very practical and practical. I hope you will adopt, thank you!

The sun is shining, and the mother chicken goes to the pond to look for food and accidentally picks up a whole cigarette. Mother Chicken has seen people smoking in style more than once, and she thinks cigarettes are a good thing.

When she got home, the mother chicken called the chicks to smoke together, but the chicks ran away as soon as they smelled the pungent fragrance. Only the mother chicken mimicked the smoke of the smoke, and although the smoke smoked her eyes and throat and made her uncomfortable, she felt very laid-back.

Who knows, after a cigarette is smoking, the mother chicken is addicted to smoking, and every day she runs to the garbage heap to cut cigarettes, sometimes half a cigarette, sometimes a cigarette butt, she happily takes it home and smokes it.

When the chickens saw that their mothers were about to become smokers, they advised more than once: "Mother, smoking is bad for your health." ”

Mother Chicken shook her head and said, "There are so many smokers in this world, why don't you see them harming your health?" ”

Since then, the mother chicken has intensified, and she has to smoke a few puffs of cigarettes every day, and if there are no cigarettes, there is no taste for even eating. On several occasions, because she couldn't find cigarettes in the garbage heap, the mother chicken actually ran to the cigarette shop to steal them, and was kicked out, and the feathers on her tail fell off a lot.

On this day, a guest came to the host's house, and the host wanted to kill the hen to entertain him.

When the owner approached the coop, the mother chicken was laying eggs. As soon as the owner lifted the mother chicken, he found that the mother chicken had laid a soft-shell egg, the eggshell was transparent, and the egg white and light yellow flowing inside could be clearly seen. The master has lived a long time, and it is the first time he has seen such a strange thing.

He brought the eggs to the living room to the guests, who were amazed and thought it was a miracle. Subsequently, the guest acquired this transparent egg with **.

Of course, the mother chicken was not killed later, but became a baby for the owner to raise, and the owner had to meet her various requirements, the most important of which was enough cigarettes.