Essay on my responsibility 800 words collection of 5 essays

This is our common home, this is the environment in which we live, and this is our common responsibility.

This is our common home. It used to be glorious and beautiful, but now it is dull and colorless. We were supposed to protect this once beautiful home, but we are destroying it with impunity to make it what it is now.

However, just when we hurt it for the sake of profit, we never thought that if one day this home of ours is really destroyed, we will go to **? Alien? That's just our dream!

If this great dream has not been realized on that day, then we will have to wait for perdition.

So we need to take action to protect our only home, to make it look new and beautiful again, but to make it new, we have to improve the environment. Make the environment better, and that will save our home!

When we walked quietly along the river, we saw that it was no longer a crystal clear river, but a channel for the factory to discharge sewage; When we step into the forest, which was once close to the greenery, we find that it has long since become an endless wasteland.

When we walk on the road that was once rural, we find that it has long been turned into a bustling city, and what we are stepping on is the strange and hard concrete, and what we see is no longer the once beautiful peach blossom tree, but the garbage flying in the sky; What is heard is no longer the moving song of the bird that once was, but the annoying noise; What I smell is no longer the refreshing fragrance of peach blossoms, but the dirty air with dust.

However, the sinners who caused all this are none other than us human beings. The owner of the factory discharges sewage everywhere for the sake of profit. Loggers cut down indiscriminately for profit.

However, we build cities to satisfy our desires without considering the environment, which leads to garbage flying in the sky.

That's why we have been punished by Heaven. The issue of "global warming" has forced us to be vigilant. If we don't take care of the environment now, the consequences can be imagined, so we need to act to defend our only home, which should be the responsibility of each and every one of us.

We may not know that our home is so fragile that it has changed drastically before we even react, but we must believe that as long as we work together, we will "protect the environment and care for the earth." "If we take it as a responsibility and take action, we will be able to protect the environment and save our homes.

Do you remember the clear and beautiful Mother Earth who used to be dressed in green? If you remember, then join me in building a green dream and take action! Let's welcome a more beautiful Mother Earth together!

Text: Responsibility is like a lifeline, we should always stick to it, and it cannot be crossed.

No matter how big or small the responsibility is, as big as the universe or as small as the stars, no one has its own responsibility in his heart.

In my impression, the father is a cold and vague figure. Father's love is more like cold seawater, two words "numb". My father disappeared after I was born, leaving me and my mother in that dilapidated house, and my mother would go out to do odd jobs every day, and I had to let me follow me, and every time I saw other children, I would be envious.

In the blink of an eye, when it was time to go to school, my mother was very embarrassed, so she went to do more odd jobs, and helped others wash and mend clothes at night. Finally, I carried the little schoolbag that my mother sewed for me and walked into the school, and in the spring, my mother would take me to the fields and plant vegetables, and the sweat dripped down my mother's face, but I didn't know anything about it, and threw it into the field.

In the summer, my mother took me to catch it. Then sell it to others, every time, my mother will put flower water on my body, and I will be bitten in a big bag everywhere, in the autumn, my mother is alone in the field to cut wheat, harvest corn, every time, my mother and I are in the dark night back home, my mother herself in the night to make corn, hand after blister.

In winter, my mother took other people's clothes back and washed them in the cold river water, her hands were red from the cold, and there were cracks one after another, my mother never complained, and whenever I mentioned my father, my mother's tears always slipped in the corners of my eyes, and slowly grew up, and this problem was also forgotten.

Scenes always appear in my memory, deeply imprinted in my mind, when I was a child, I said that I would protect her, but she only smiled lightly. Now, I want to protect her, and he is full of relief, and it is not a big deal to protect her: but it cannot be ignored, and this is my duty.