Everything in the world has life, including a tree, a flower and a grass. Including a bird, a pig and a fish, are all creatures living with us on the earth, and we should respect them as we respect ourselves. Do you want a puppy that is playing with you one second to be delicious on the human table the next? Do you want the forest where you camp to become a desert in an instant? Don't you want the clear blue boundless sea, and the disgusting bodies of all kinds of fish float in the next second? I don't think you want this.

In embroidery, it is not difficult to see large tracts of roses and peonies, but when people put white pollution all over the place and discharge industrial sewage into the ground, we can only see withered flowers and plants, but we can't see their scenery on embroidered cloth at all. Don't you hope that in the future, our life will always be full of tall buildings, with no green at all?

In order to survive and restore health as soon as possible, humans catch a large number of bears and extract bile. Their skills have a wound that will never heal, and their claws have been shaved off. Bears, who should enjoy themselves in nature and show their mighty side, now look at greedy humans outside cages with frightened eyes, pierce their bodies with terrible machines and extract their bile to make drugs. Do you want the whole world to have only humans, no animals and no life?

Fish don't forget to bow up to protect the fish eggs in the hot oil pan; When the mother wolf saw the little wolf captured by human beings, she cried sadly on the cliff alone; Mother bird is determined to let the bird learn to fly alone, even if it falls black and blue; The calf knows to cover the butcher's knife with his body and beg the butcher with tears; Dogs will try their best to protect their owners when they are killed, even if there is a road to heaven ahead ... This touching story after another is all about animals, and animals are not unconscious and heartless. Like us, they have feelings, thoughts, crying and laughing. ...

Let us appeal to all mankind that protecting the environment means protecting our lives; Protecting animals means protecting our families; Protecting plants means protecting our hearts ... let's act together, fearing plants, animals and life!

On the life of senior one II

If there is no tomorrow in your life, then there will be no life in my tomorrow. A dying mother said to her son. There is a young man who always complains that there is no tomorrow in his life, so he spends his days doing nothing, just like walking dead. His mother saw that it was really hard for her son to live like this, so one day, in order to wake up her son, she chose to die. On her deathbed, he only said to her disappointing son, "If there is no tomorrow in your life, there will be no life in my tomorrow."

After hearing this story, my heart was deeply moved. What kind of love is that? What kind of power is it to let the mother choose death? Let the idle son cheer up from now on, that is the power of maternal love, that is the greatest maternal love.

So, I thought deeply ...

In the past few days, I have been intoxicated by beautiful and energetic music. I like the singing sounds of insects and birds in nature. I like the invisible sound between words. I am moved by the encouraging voice of strangers in natural and man-made disasters ... but I ignore the most beautiful voice in the world-the call of my mother.

Those voices always exist for granted, which leads us to never pay attention to them. Now, those ordinary voices deeply affect my heart.

Mom, you said I was your sun, and I could do anything for me. You say that I am your angel, and looking at me can bring you happiness. You also said that I am your concern, and in your heart, I will always be a child who needs your protection.

However, I want to say that you are my sun, because of you, my world is full of sunshine, and you are my angel. Because of you, I get more happiness. Thank you, thank you for all your voices, and make my life more brilliant.

That voice is the kindest voice coming from the mountains, lingering in the sky and hovering in my mind for a long time; That sound is like the sound of waves from the sea, stirring in the waves, making my blue dream float in the harbor you miss; That voice will haunt my mind forever and touch my heart forever.

An argumentative essay on senior one's life.

Life is as thin as cicada wings and as crisp as reeds. It is the responsibility of all mankind to let life exist, and it is rich and colorful. -inscription

Women workers in the spinning workshop measure their lives with a needle, so their lives are monotonous; Farmers who work hard in the fields but still can't make ends meet measure their lives by the number of fields cultivated, so their survival color is bleak and painful; A literary and art worker measures his life by how many times he hasn't read, so his vivid colors are full of longing. ...

Everyone's life is painted with their own color, and no one can replace or change it. Just as each of us is an ordinary grass, we all have our own reasons to be proud. Yes, we are happy, compared with them: when the raging tsunami hit that land, what color were the lives of those people who were terrified and at a loss; When those hungry people can't stand and crawl on dry land because they haven't eaten for a long time. What color can we use to describe their lives when we see those small hands like eagle claws? When the eyes of knowledge are presented to us through those pure and expectant eyes, do we understand the color of their lives? When the local underground mine collapsed, we saw our relatives buried alive in the ground, and our mother or wife and children cried their eyes out. We will certainly appreciate the color of their lives.

Therefore, in drawing lessons from a painful experience, we understand that coloring life is not only for ourselves, but also for those who have the spare capacity but are unable to do so. Teresa gave up the superior living conditions, walked out of the high wall, walked into the slums, and brought love to the darkest corner of the world. "A normal heart, free to give, free to love until you are hurt ..." Compared with her, we don't have to be so sad, just do what we can. Dostoevsky said: We are afraid of death because we cherish life. Yes, life is as thin as cicada wings and as crisp as reeds. It is the responsibility of all of us not only to make life exist, but also to make it colorful!

I like Tagore's poems very much:

Life is as bright as summer flowers and death as beautiful as autumn leaves.

Therefore, I use the colors of summer flowers and autumn leaves to describe my life ―― I know that action is the most important thing.

Argumentative essay on life in senior one four.

A wise man corrects his own mistakes through the mistakes of others. West hedge chrysanthemum, oriental fragrance. -inscription

There are thousands of styles in life, but please remember that noble style is a seedling in the mountains and rocks, and will eventually become a shade.

Because of nobility, our lives bloom like flowers. In the course of life, we hold our heads high and smile in the face of the fiery red sun, so as to face a golden sand of life and sprinkle it in every dark place, so as not to let every minute pass in vain.

I have seen the movie College Entrance Examination in the City. Qin Peng, a senior three student, is a free teenager. He is enterprising for his dreams, independent of external factors, and sticks to his own style. His talent has been fully released in the article. Therefore, his youth was full of happiness, and in his style, he became a contract writer. From his growth, I see that everyone should have their own style, make unremitting efforts, and eventually have fruitful results.

Han Han, a racing driver and writer, has an amazing smell of gunpowder in his articles. There is an unspeakable pleasure in reading his works. Because he dares to tell the truth, a poem "Departure" tells many true and surprising stories, and every word reveals his style. No, no, it's his label. He told me what is true and what is false. I believe that truth is invincible!

I also want to walk out of my own style on the road of life. The difference between nobility and inferiority lies in style.

I want to have a noble life, and self-confidence is my style. Although I can't be as quiet as Mr. Qian Zhongshu in this noisy city, I will confidently prove to others that my life is also brilliant.

Integrity is the style of bamboo, tenacity is the style of wintersweet, wealth is the style of osmanthus, and gentleness is the style of jade. Life is colorful because of different styles.

Live high's style, let your own style become a kind of persistence, don't lose your own style easily because of someone else's words, and get the ultimate glory in nobility.

From now on, cultivate a style, fertilize it, water it and take good care of it to make it a dream tree.

If one day, you find that your uniqueness makes you successful, then you already have a noble style.

An argumentative essay on life in senior high school

In life, there is always a rain, a news and a story, but the sky can never cry forever, and it will always clear up after the rain. These turning points will affect our feelings and moods. A story may completely change your attitude towards life! I used to think that life could not be exchanged for anything, so I thought it was worthless. Recently, however, I discovered an amazing secret, which changed my attitude towards life. A while ago, by chance, I was surprised to find that my intimate friend who relied on me and accompanied me to break through the bottleneck of life turned out to be a "abused child"!

Her mother is a bride from other places, and her parents didn't get married because of love, so there is no affection between husband and wife. Perhaps unwilling to be left out in the cold; Perhaps I hope my husband can give her more tenderness; Maybe she didn't want to marry here at all from the bottom of her heart, so she kept punching and kicking her daughter, but my classmate didn't complain because she knew her mother didn't mean to. After these inhuman abuses, she chose to forgive her because she believed what I said.

At the beginning of the day, I always eat the biggest breakfast, but she goes to school hungry; At noon, I savored a nutritious lunch, but she wolfed it down because she didn't know where her next meal was. I asked her, "Do you hate it?" She replied, "No, there are many poor people in the world, and I am satisfied." I asked again, "Have you ever tried suicide?" She still replied, "No, I will never give up my life. Even in the harsh environment without soil, water and sunshine, tenacious grass can grow. How can I give up this earth-shattering vitality? " "From the above conversation, can you imagine whether she is a mentally retarded child or an abused child?

After listening to her story, I have a feeling that her strength makes me want to work harder; Her optimism makes me want to face the sun and get rid of the shadow; She forgave my mother's generosity and made me want to thank those who helped me and loved me. Her attitude towards life suddenly made me understand that nothing can be exchanged for life, just because life is priceless! Her situation and experience remind me of a sentence: "People should cherish what they have, and don't just see what they don't have." I have too much, but the most valuable thing is only one-life, which is my wealth. It's good to be alive!