Essay on the topic of pouring, essay on the topic of pouring

Selfless dedication, the burning of youth.

Inscription. Pour, what does it mean? It means to put in. It means to give. In our lives, there is a manifestation of how much pouring.

The relationship between teachers and students is a symbol of dedication. Teachers are like deciduous fruits, spring, giving birth to flowers. Summer and early autumn have produced fruitful results.

In winter, withered and withered, returning to the bosom of the earth. During this period, the teachers did their best to nurture the flowers of the motherland, and did not hesitate to exhaust their efforts in order to make the flowers of the motherland more delicate.

The same is true between the engineer and each project, first with painstaking statistical funds, and then with full dedication to drawing, the accumulation of pieces of materials, and the condensation of sweat bit by bit. constitutes a magnificent building. Every brick, every drop of water, every square of wood, melted into their tears.

How many sleepless days and nights, for no engineer, "a good building is like their child, a piece of meat in their hearts, because he has poured everything into it, even to the point of giving up his life." ”

The boy in the fire in people's hearts, Lai Ning, bravely fought against the fire of the heroes for the sake of a more green land of the motherland, and finally gave his young life. Life is precious, but in comparison with the interests of the Motherland, he chose the latter. Looking at the green forests on the land of the motherland, it is not difficult to think that if there were no people like Lai Ning, the fiery man, perhaps today, the sky would still be full of yellow sand.

Pouring, that's all, needs to be giving, and there is no return.

Comrade Lei Feng, as we all know, is an iron-blooded man. The example of the people's mind, "Human life is limited, but service to the people is unlimited." "This is a portrayal of his character, he poured everything into the future of the motherland.

Pouring is sweet, warm, gratifying, and people will never forget.

The highest happiness in life is the love that comes from a mother!

Hugo. Love! The love that comes from the mother is always poured out. No matter how dry the sea is, it will never change.

Love! Love from Mother, poured out on us. It's like the ozone layer – it has taken away a lot of radiation and a lot of pain for the earth.

Unforgettable my beloved teacher, your care has accompanied my growth in the three years of middle school, learning, living, playing, getting along day and night, inseparable, and pouring your heart and soul all the time.

In the face of the love that my mother poured out on me, no amount of fierce wind could pass through, and no amount of words would seem eclipsed.

Why do you have to write mama or laoshi when you pour in? Wouldn't someone else or something else work??

Which school do you from? Dingfuzhuang's? Write it yourself.

Study hard and go up every day...

What a dullness of people's minds.

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I didn't belong to this planet, this world, this land, but here I plucked the strings that I shouldn't have plucked, and when the earth was disturbed and angry by me, she changed from then on. Perhaps, I should get out of here; Perhaps, I should give up here; Perhaps, I should go back to myself, be myself sincerely, return to my own land, and see my own sky, but I didn't do it, why? I can't tell, it's a strange force that wants me to belong to this land.

Perhaps, this power comes from its own existence.

Life here is a fairy tale that will end at any time, life here is a game that can fail at any time, no matter how you choose the drama, you can't cut off the most dangerous big section, although you will make up a lie every time to escape, but you can't get rid of Hades's deadly attack in the last scene.

I understand everything, I am sensitive to everything, and I know everything very well. That's right, there is a medicine in the world called "laughing medicine", and in this world, you can simply buy "regret medicine". I have also taken the "regret medicine", its taste is everything in red dust, its color is gray life, its effect is to cry, and the change it gives to the world is, no.

See? The lotus flower in the lotus picture next to me is still the same as before, and even the water in the lotus pond is still turbid. Have you ever remembered the oath of the fish, it also has the principle of living in this world?

The end of winter means the end of another mood, and in the spring of the next year, how will it give me the same mood? I'm just a "puppet doll", I just hope that one day I will have a soul of my own, because now I am so simple that even the rain can penetrate me.

I have also experienced wind and rain, and for this residual world, after all, we have been getting along day and night for more than ten years. I already have my own principles, since that three years ago, although I can't say a word on the surface, but my heart is filled with infinite sadness because of this principle. However, at least I'm still alive in this world, and because that's the case, I still have a heart for the world, so much, emotion and nostalgia.

I will never belong to this planet, this world, this land, but once I set foot on it, I feel so warm and warm, but I still understand that this is still not it, it is not my home. Really, I should get out of here, because I want to pursue myself, I want to fly with my dreams, continue to be myself, remember that I didn't come before, and live unreasonably, but I can't do it, just because, the scars haven't disappeared, and I can't forget the grief and pain of that night when the rain falls. I know, it's because the principles are crystal clear.

And this principle will never disappear in my heart, perhaps, it is the same as a scar, perhaps, it is the ** of the scar that will not be destroyed. However, I think it's really "beautiful", because I will always remember his bright face.

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