Grade 5 Lower Unit 2 Essay 500 is going to be 20 today

Dear friends of the same age:

Hello! Hello, I am in the third elementary school, my name is: **

I saw your thin figures on TV, and I saw your helpless eyes, all of you are in a very difficult family, often do not have enough food and clothing, but you want to go to school very much, eager to learn some knowledge that you are looking for.

Take a look at your school! The dilapidated houses, the desks made of dirt, the broken benches of various sizes brought by the classmates from home, no electric lights, no books, not even chalk! None of this is something we can imagine.

Some students practice the dense writing on the book, erase it with an eraser after writing, and use it again; Some students use their pens so long that they are reluctant to throw them away; Some of the students' schoolbags were sewn by their mothers from some old pieces of cloth; Some students have been in a few semesters, and the books are still new and have not been rolled up at all; Some students ......You still insist on studying under such difficult conditions, and some of your students' grades are surprisingly good!

Look at us again. We have a variety of study supplies, beautiful books, brand new stationery boxes, pens with different functions, colorful school bags ......Numerous. Many of our classmates are little princesses and little emperors in the family, and the family revolves around us all day long, but we are still in the blessing and do not know the blessing, do not study well, think about playing all day long, and have to look at something, which always makes the adults angry.

We are all the flowers of the motherland, we must learn from you, grow up to better build the motherland, and make the motherland a better tomorrow! I hope to join hands with you and make progress together!

I wish you progress in your studies and progress every day!

A classmate who cares about you:**

If I were a painter.

Everyone has their own dreams, some want to be doctors, some want to be engineers, and some are quite show hosts. I wanted to be a painter.

Deeply touched by the heart.

Moved, it seems, is only in an instant. However, in that moment, it can make me remember deeply, make me have endless aftertaste, and make me cry like rain!

During those days, my heart was darkened and I couldn't seem to pull it together. My grandfather died, my grandfather, who loved me the most, died, his tears had dried up, his eyes were no longer as clear as before, and he was staring at a certain place all day long.

The grades plummeted, and the teacher could only sigh frequently. I don't know what day I started, but I found a few more sheets of paper in my schoolbag that were stapled together with a stapler, on which the key points of the teachers of each subject were written. Beautiful and clean handwriting, who wrote it?

And why would he or she help me take an extra note?

I never looked, I threw it aside every time, and continued to think about my grandfather in a daze.

The paper was piled higher and higher, and it was already a thick pile. What kind of person is it that has such time and perseverance? This mystery, which I had been puzzled about, was finally solved by me after a gym class.

After the physical education class ended that day, I walked back to the classroom with heavy steps, and as soon as I walked into the classroom, I accidentally saw a person in my place, who was that person? I saw that person slowly turning around, and he and I were shocked, it turned out to be him, who had been fighting against me in his studies! I immediately stepped forward and glared at him

What are you doing? Are you sympathizing with me, pity me? Remember, no matter how far I fall, I don't want your charity!

With that, I took out a few pieces of paper from my bag that he had just stuffed into and tore them off in style. In an instant, the entire classroom fell silent.

He didn't say a word, silently returned to his position, buried his head and began to write hard, and after a while, a note flew over, I opened it, and it was so beautiful and clean handwriting: Grandpa will not be happy to see you like this in heaven. Cheer up, no one is competing with me for the first place, I'm not used to it!

After reading it, I felt very uncomfortable, I had a complicated feeling, tears rolled in my eyes, and I couldn't bear it to let it fall. I walked up to him again and yelled at him, "You don't have to worry about my business!

If you don't get used to it, you won't get used to it, and it won't get in my way! Why are you tired of being the first one? You don't have to show off in front of me!

Throwing off the last word, I turned around again and returned to my seat. He kept his head down and didn't say a word.

The next day, I thought there would be no more notes, but unexpectedly, there were two more, yesterday and today. In an instant, tears splashed, and I suddenly woke up to ......

Before this, I was cold to everyone, but he melted my cold heart ......Since then, I have been sunny and happy, and I am optimistic about life!

ps: Absolutely original, no plagiarism!!

I'm also in a hurry, and I need it too! Hey (.)