Find an essay that I m proud of

Beginning: The first time is a bottle of five flavors, sweet, sour, bitter...

Epigraph Ending: The first time was a beautiful world, the first time was a wonderful elf, they all had personalities, they all had souls, and I could hear them singing and moving.

People's songs, you can see them interpreting stories with dance. I proudly watched the way I walked slowly, admiring the story, intoxicated...

Beginning: In the bottle of life, it can be said that there are mixed feelings, sweet, sour, bitter ......All kinds of flavors. But what does it feel like to be honest? That's what I tasted that time.

Conclusion: "One cannot live without integrity. "I remember a foreign writer once saying. Right! No one can be dishonest. It's been years since this incident, but it's reminded me all the time. I'm proud of me because I'm honest.

Beginning: The long river of history will eventually return to the sea; The desolate land will be reborn with hope. Just because I love my motherland, and I am proud of my motherland.

The poet Ai Qing said, "If I were a bird......I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......The scholar Wen Yiduo said: "Vomit out a heart, motherland, you are in my heart." "How many times I was moved by the poet, how many times I was proud of the motherland.

Ending: I am a grain of sand, and I am proud of my motherland.

I am a son and I am proud of my "mother".

Beginning: My mother's life was not spectacular, but she was a true hero in my mind.

Conclusion: Yes, maybe my mother is not good in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, every word of my mother can become my motto, my long-term goal, and my unforgettable wealth.

Beginning: I'm used to having your comfort when I'm sad, I'm used to your encouragement when I'm lost, I'm used to worshipping you as my idol, I'm used to having you by my side, laughing with me, crying with me, and going crazy with me, Ziyu (pen name), you know, I've always been proud of you.

Conclusion: Thank you, Ziyu, it was you who helped me, you gave me comfort, and you gave me encouragement. Now that I am about to graduate, I am really reluctant to leave you.

Perhaps, time will dilute many things, but no matter what, it can't dilute our friendship and my memory of you. Ziyu, I will always be proud of you.

I'm going to write this essay too, but no!

I'm proud because I'm cold-blooded.

Yikes! It's so pitiful, how can you bear to step on it? "It's a pest, what if you trample it to death. Look at the beggar, he must have not eaten for days. At that time, he was so lazy to do it, why didn't he go to work when he was still in the prime of life, and it was a shame to beg.

You're too cold-blooded!

People around me may be no strangers to these conversations, and many say I have no empathy. I don't know why, no matter how powerful the tear gas is, I don't use it. When I watch sensational TV dramas, I laugh out loud. When someone around me cries, I will scold him for being useless.

On May 12th, the ** shook the hearts of the people of the whole country, and the whole country was sad for a while, people's eyes were always swollen, but I didn't shed a single tear. My classmates were talking about the suffering of the victims, and I couldn't say a word, because I didn't think it was a disaster for people, but a light rain in summer moistened people's dry hearts. It is the ** that the hearts of the Chinese people are united together.

It is the ** that has restored the fighting spirit of the lazy Chinese. If it weren't for **, I didn't know that people could burst out with such great potential in the face of adversity. If it weren't for **, I wouldn't know that China's power is so strong.

Should we cry? We've gained so much, should we cry? We should smile and say to ourselves:

I am Chinese and I am proud!

On Teacher's Day, the teacher sat on the podium, listened to the heartfelt words of the students, and quietly shed tears. The separated students cried bitterly, this was the last time our class spent Teacher's Day together. I sat in my chair smiling, a powerful contrast to the others.

I think that we should not cry at this time, we should remember this moment with a smile. Remember the teachers who love us, remember the lovely classmates, remember the caring good friends, and remember the bits and pieces we are in.

I see, I'm not cold-blooded, I just don't like to cry. I will learn a lot from the tragedy, and not cry for the misfortune. I will learn a lot from the things that I am touching, instead of being sad that we can't be together after separation. I'm proud of my cold-bloodedness.

I'm proud of the Olympics I remember when I was very young when I won the Olympic bid, and I still had a vague idea of the Olympics and didn't understand what the Olympic bid was all about. I just vaguely remember one night in 2001, my whole family was standing by the TV. After seeing a foreigner say something he did not understand, the TV screen said that Chinese people all rushed up, some shouted, shouted, jumped, jumped, cried, laughed, and hugged, and the scene was very "spectacular."

As I learned about the Olympics, the word Olympics has become deeply ingrained in my heart. It was like a seed buried deep in my heart, little by little, it took root, sprouted, and then blossomed and bore fruit. Gradually, I also understood the meaning of the Olympics.

It gives us, the people of the East, a chance to show ourselves to the world. Let the world understand China, let China go to the world, and tell the world that China can! In 2004, when the Olympic torch passed to us Chinese, my heart was extremely excited.

I also believe that there are many more people who feel the same way as me. At that moment, my eyes filled with tears. I don't know why I'm in tears, I don't have the bitterness of the Olympic workers who have worked hard for many years, and I haven't experienced the hard work of the Olympic bidding process.

But I still shed tears. These are tears of pride and tears of pride. At that moment, the name China attracted worldwide attention, and I don't know how many countries envied it.

As a Chinese, I don't know how proud I am, but I'm glad that I was born in this era and can make me feel this pride. The Olympics were held in China in 2008. The number "8" has always been praised by the Chinese as an auspicious number, as if China is destined to host the Olympic Games in the year of the great "development".

Plus it was opened on August 8. These "three shots" will definitely bring us good luck. In the past, I always thought that the Olympics were just a competitive competition in the ordinary sense.

Now I know that this is not just a competition, but to popularize the Olympic spirit, but a dream of all those involved in the Olympics, and everyone is constantly working hard for the dream in their hearts. In order to be in the same world, to achieve the same dream. The year 2008 is coming, and after seven years of hard work, China's development is really rapid.

In order to better show the demeanor of our Chinese, both the elderly and children are working hard to learn English, so that they can be a qualified host in 2008, so that foreign guests can feel the enthusiasm of the Chinese and better show the spiritual civilization of our Chinese to the world. I really want to be able to contribute to the Olympics, I want to be an Olympic volunteer and do my part. I want to show the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation to the people of all countries in the world; I want to prove that China is a great country; I would like to say a word to all the foreign guests who come to China:

welcome to china!”

I'm proud of me.

I'm proud of my first time.

The first time was a bottle of five flavors, sweet, sour, and bitter

Inscription. Writing for the first time.

When I was a child, my mother taught me to read. On that day, it was raining heavily, and looking out the window, I asked my mother, "Mom, how do you write the word "rain"?"

Mom smiled, grabbed the pen with her unadorned hands, and wrote down the word "rain". I watched the word "rain" rewrite it carefully, fantasizing about the rain jumping from heaven drop by drop, without hesitation, without a parachute, dancing with the wind in the air, and then smiling and dissolving into the earth. Looking at those four "dots", I thought:

The rain is so dashing, how can there be four drops? So on the basis of the original four points, I continued to point a few more strokes in the word "rain". When my mother checked it, my mother shook her head and smiled, and I smiled, and my heart flowed with the color of crystal crumbles.

Make a wish for the first time.

When I was young, I had a lot of childish dreams in my little head: on my 5th birthday, I made a wish: to fly freely in the boundless blue sky.

The teacher told me, "It's impossible for a human to fly." "Stubborn, I think:

The first time was a beautiful world, the first time was a wonderful elf, they all had personalities, they all had souls, and I could hear them singing and moving.

People's songs, you can see them interpreting stories with dance. I proudly watched the way I walked slowly, admiring the story, intoxicated...