How to write an essay in a hurry!! 10

The love for the mountainous area is large and small, and the narrative is easy to write.

Parental love.

I was fortunate to be born in a happy family, my mother said: "The future will be a very competitive society, your success and happiness depend on you studying hard since you were a child, since you eat well, dress well, play well, you should study well, otherwise, when you are older, we are old, we can't help you, you will be an unhappy youth." ”

A poet once said that father's love is as great as green mountains; Broad as the sea! Mother's love is as holy as ice and snow; Warm as the sun! Father's love never ends, and mother's love never withers.

In the days of the years, the love of my parents was by my side every day, meticulous, maybe the sun shone on my body every day and was very warm, so I was a little lazy. Although I said that I was okay in my studies, I couldn't keep up with that hard work. I often noticed that my parents were discussing and arguing together for my studies.

There was a midterm exam that I didn't do well. The test paper was sent down, "I dare to say that there are ten points that you should not deduct," my father was very angry after reading it, and asked me: Have I told you all these questions?

I nodded. My mother was also angry and said, "Your math teacher is talking to me and saying that you have regressed in math."

The father's face was gloomy. I suddenly felt that my life was starting to get cloudy, and it was about to thunder and rain. I thought to myself:

Why are my parents so strict with me? "No one is perfect, no one is perfect, no gold is enough. "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

That night, I heard my parents arguing about my studies and finding a good way to educate them. Alas! Worry! It is divine motherly love! Expect! It's a great father's love!

The next day, my mother took me to Xinhua Bookstore, and she said she was going to buy a book. What books is my mother going to buy? I just can't think of it.

My mother searched for a sea of books, and finally, my mother found a book called "My First Math Book", which is the best-selling and most popular math book in Japan and Korea. My father finished reading all the books and discussed them with my mother. I'm bored, is my life starting to be cloudy again?

Since then, my father has designed me a lot of math games for me to do. When my mother took me out to play, she would come up with some questions for me to do, and I was happy to accept them.

On Friday of this week, Mr. Chen gave us a lecture by a teacher, which was really tear-jerking, thousands of parents in China will pay whatever it takes for their children, but what can we repay them?

Father, Mother, it is you who have given me a wider sky, and it is you who have made me see higher and farther; It was you who made me grow stronger, and it was you who made me know what the greatest love in the world is, that is, the love of my parents!

Absolutely original.

Warmth is a guiding light in the dark night, allowing the disoriented to walk towards the light; Warmth is a fire in the snow, making people feel the heat in their faces; Warmth is a rare drop of water in the desert that sweetens the mouth of a dry mouth.

When winter comes, snowflakes are flying in the sky, spreading a thick quilt on the earth. I walked down the street, feeling very cold, and from time to time I covered my mouth with my hand to warm up.

By accident, I noticed a few leaflets and other pieces of paper pasted on a smooth wall opposite, and an old cleaner who looked to be forty or fifty years old had brushed the paper with a water-soaked brush, and then carefully tore it with his hands.

Although she was on the other side, she could clearly see that her hands were red from the cold, and the red was like fire.

After carefully clearing several pieces of advertising paper, she continued to walk to another. However, I saw that her right hand was raised, but it stopped in the air, as if frozen. Seeing her move closer to the wall, she shook her head slightly and left.

What's going on? Why didn't she know her? Is she lazy? A series of questions ran through my mind.

I was about to take a look, but I saw a skinny female cleaner approaching the paper. I thought she would clear the paper, but she did exactly the same thing as the old cleaner: she raised her right hand, froze in the air, shook her head slightly, and turned away.

When I saw it, I was even more confused, so I made up my mind to take a look.

Cross the street and come to the wall. What catches your eye is a 'missing person notice'. It reads: Zhao Jie, 16 years old, male ......

The suspicion was relieved, and I understood everything in an instant. At this time, a warm current came to my heart, and the snowflakes were still flying like goose feathers, and I no longer felt cold, but felt exceptionally warm.

Winters are cold. But he also makes people feel warm, just like the two cleaners, the deep warmth in this world comes from the burning heart. It is this 'sacred' fire that ignites the petal of incense in my heart.

I think it's warm enough to haunt me for the rest of my life.

Albert Einstein once said, "A man's worth should be judged by what he has contributed, not by what he has gained." In other words, the meaning of life is to give, not to take.

In the history of China, there have been many such people who sacrificed for the motherland and others: Qian Xuesen, who gave up everything and dedicated himself to the motherland's aerospace industry; There is Luo Shengjiao, who sacrificed his strength to save North Korean children; There were also Liu Hulan and Xia Minghan, who died at the hands of the Kuomintang reactionaries in defense of the motherland. The list goes on.

But the most sincere thing in the world is maternal love, the most selfless is maternal love, the greatest is maternal love, and the most eternal is maternal love. And after that time, my understanding of mother's love has deepened ......

On that day, the sky was snowflakes. I went home with an umbrella and accidentally fell into the mud and got dirty. When I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to wash it up.

But on such a cold day, how cold should it be to go into the water! So, I quietly put the umbrella in the corner of the door.

At night, I was about to go to bed when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing, brushing, brushing". I tiptoed to the bathroom, opened a crack in the door and looked inside, where my mother was brushing her umbrella. I saw her bent down, holding the board brush tightly with one hand, the board brush was covered with black silt, and there was black foam floating on her hand, and the other hand held down the umbrella cooperatively, the umbrella was placed diagonally in the basin, and the water in the basin almost turned into sewage, but my mother was still brushing seriously.

Her hands rubbed the mud on the umbrella and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time. There was a pained expression on her face, beads of sweat the size of beans seeping down her forehead, and she frowned tightly and brushed meticulously. The white surface of the umbrella slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly wiped off.

Mom gradually showed a relieved smile, and her locked brows were relaxed again.

Suddenly, my mother withdrew her frozen purple hand with lightning speed, and her brows were furrowed. There were several bloody cuts on his hands, and so many calluses! Mom endured the pain, and sighed as if it would alleviate the pain, and put her hand into the cold and biting water......I pressed my lips against it, I couldn't believe it.

Mommy's hand retracted and stretched out again and again, and what a pain she endured! In the end, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella, and there were a few elegant and pure lilies blooming on the white umbrella surface, but can this lily compare to my mother's love for me? No!

No matter how elegant and pure the lily is, can it compare to the sincerity and touching of mother's love? Nothing in the world can compare to great motherly love! Slowly, my eyes moistened, and somehow, I was always at peace ...... my heart

In fact, I think that mother's love is more like a pure umbrella, it is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, and it is also true and ......beautiful

In fact, after reading the material, you should understand the direction of your writing. For example, some border police officers who silently dedicate themselves to the people, it is precisely because of their silent waiting that the people's lives are healthy; Some of the characters around me, such as Marie Curie, Beethoven, etc., have made contributions to us, etc. However, it is best to cite some of the latest characters to make the composition more novel and moving; Okay, that's my tip, and you'll have to think about how to write it

China – a proud name. Great it is prosperous, prosperous, and stronger day by day. At the same time, I am like a baby waiting to be fed in the arms of a loving mother.

I grew up in the bosom of my motherland, I saw and thought of many, many ......The motherland is the mother that feeds us and the cradle of life, and we should be proud to be a Chinese. Therefore, we should always say to ourselves: "I am Chinese, and I am proud of this!"

I firmly believe that only by caring for the motherland can we grow up healthily! The fate of the motherland is also the fate of every Chinese, and the development and prosperity of the motherland depend on the contribution and struggle of every Chinese son. We should always think about what I have done for the motherland, not what I have asked for from the motherland, and love the motherland must not rely on empty words.

Our motherland has a long history, a vast land and abundant resources, and has experienced wind and rain, standing majestically among the world's ethnic forests. Our national spirit is centered on patriotism, which is the soul of China and the noble sentiment that illuminates the future. The spiritual world of human beings is like an unattainable mountain, and the responsibility of each of us is to be a climber to climb this mountain, because the peak of the mountain has the great spirit of the Chinese nation!

We must establish a lofty aspiration, establish and cultivate correct ideals and convictions, be full of hope for our own future, and be determined to work hard for our future and build the motherland into a country with material, political, and spiritual civilizations. Therefore, we must cherish and grasp every second of our childhood, get a good grasp of exercising our bodies, cultivate noble morals, master rich knowledge, closely link our study and growth with the great cause of socialism in China and with the prosperity and strength of the motherland, and make preparations for the motherland's construction and rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. The first pronunciation I learned was "Mom", the first word I recognized was "Zhonghua", and the first song I could sing was "I Love Beijing Tiananmen" ......Since then, the immature heart, I have been dedicated to the motherland, 15 springs, summers, autumns and winters on the road of life, I am lucky, always full of joy, everywhere is covered with flowers, the history of China warns us:

If there is no motherland, there will be no home, and if the country is not strong, it will be beaten if it is backward! The motherland is our common mother and our dearest mother! Later, I gradually understood that the motherland was the cradle of life, and she gave birth to thousands of lives.

As the grade grew, I read many articles praising the motherland, and I realized that the motherland has beautiful mountains and clear waters, high skies and light clouds, busy traffic in the cities, thousands of miles in the fields, and herds of cattle and sheep on the plateau. There are vast grasslands in the west, vast oceans in the east, rich Pearl River Delta in the south, fertile black soil in the north, and mountains around it, two rivers that gave birth to the civilization of the Chinese nation--- the Yellow River and the Yangtze River traverse the east and west of the motherland from west to east. Let's move forward together towards the goal of "caring for the motherland and growing up healthily"!

Love Campus has started! The school started to charge for books and fees. After breakfast, Xu Xin took the money from his father and walked happily to the school.

But when she entered the classroom, she touched her pocket, and it was bad! The money is gone. At this time, Xu Xin panicked, what should I do?

Tears were dripping from her eyes. You know, this is Dad's hard-earned money! There are also several younger siblings and a long-term sick mother at home, and the whole family is supported by a salary from her father, and now her father even gives her the only little household in the family.

I lost my money, how can I be worthy of my father! The more Xu Xin thought about it, the more sad she became, her tears were like beads with broken threads, and she couldn't stop.

At this time, Xu Xin's tablemate, Lin Zi, known as the "little angel", learned of this situation, and her family, which was not very wealthy, was usually reluctant to buy even a popsicle. But this time, she did not hesitate to donate the 10 yuan she usually worked hard to give Xu Xin. She also inspired other students to donate to Xu Xin.

Somehow, this matter reached the ears of the head teacher, Mr. Zhang. She was first taken aback, surprised by Lin Zi's approach, but more of a sense of admiration. So, Ms. Zhang wrote a letter of request to the school, hoping to hold a fundraising event for Xu Xin.

Unexpectedly, the school agreed in one bite. The principal also personally donated 100 yuan, and more and more people donated 50 yuan, 10 yuan, 5 yuan, 3 yuan, ,......It's all put in the donation box. When the donation ended, the school settled it, and it was a total of 1,250 yuan.

This not only taught Xu Xin miscellaneous book expenses, but also helped make up for the family's living expenses.

Then, Mr. Zhang and several student representatives sent the money to Xu Xin's home. After Xu Xin received the money, she was very moved, tears fell again, she took the money in her hand, and said excitedly: "This is the hard work of the students and teachers, this grace I Lin Zi must remember, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Thank you for your concern for me, thank you! ”

Since then, Xu Xin has studied harder, and her grades have risen from more than a dozen in the class to the top three, which makes the teachers feel gratified.