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I have read such a story, on a crowded bus. Walking up to an old lady who was faltering, a young man stood up from a comfortable seat and helped her to that comfortable seat enthusiastically and carefully, but the old lady didn't even say "thank you" to the young man, as if he had given her his seat for granted.

Suddenly, the old woman stood up and tried to find something. "Grandpa, it's easy to fall when you stand up in such a hurry!" "The young man kindly reminded the old woman again, which was a big hint. The old woman grabbed the young man's skirt and asked sharply, "Young man, I can't see! "How dare you even take grandma's money? Hand it over honestly! Otherwise, we will see you in court! " The young man was frightened by the grandmother's every move. He still doesn't understand how he got grandma's money. He is full of complaints. "Old man, I'm afraid you lost your money, but you can't plant it on me without any evidence!" "What? Plant it! Although I am old, I have a clear mind. Why are you so kind to give me your seat? This is because you already know that I have hundreds of dollars in my pocket and want to have it, don't you? Well, if you don't hand it over honestly, you can't get out of this car door.

Young people didn't expect to help others kindly, but there are too many such things in life. I have come to a conclusion that when we accept others' help, we should show our gratitude to show our respect for others, instead of blindly guessing and doubting others based on our own feelings, so we should look at the problem from others' perspective.

The 800-word composition thought of in "Ordinary World" opened the dusty bookcase, and a familiar smell came to my face, turning over the pages that had already yellowed, and my mood also fluctuated with the black words on the book ... Once on the barren and heavy loess plateau, there were such a group of suffering people who lived mechanically and carefully.

A policy can shape them today and a decision can destroy them tomorrow.

Lucky people can only live in fear and dare not do anything.

They are simple and ordinary, just like the dust under their feet and the dust in the wind. They use red beans and horns to digest the body of old pumpkins, which contains infinite power.

But they are old-fashioned, backward, sleepy and poor, just like a boat drifting on a vast sponge, with no direction and no way out, and life can only be resigned to fate.

This kind of helpless feeling is like a green vine stuck in my heart, which is getting tighter and tighter and suffocating.

However, in this miserable and poor yellow land, there are also many people who shocked me, such as ambitious Sun Shaoping, hardworking Sun Shaoan, considerate Tian Funing and kind and versatile Tian Xiaoxia.

Among them, Sun Shaoping's life experience is deeply engraved on my body, which often makes me cry.

He has a profound understanding of suffering, a thorough understanding of life and a lofty pursuit of the spiritual world.

He has a strong personality, great courage and strong spiritual strength.

From "African" as a student to "worker Han" as an adult, he experienced a hard life. But in the process of pain and tempering, he formed a sense of pride and loftiness in his suffering.

The book says, "... yes, he struggles at the bottom of society and suffers for a few dollars;" "But he not only regards this as a way to make a living and survive ... he now" loves "his own suffering.

Through this bloody baptism, he believes that the honey of life brewed by himself is definitely more delicious than that easily obtained-he self-deprecatingly calls his understanding "the theory of suffering" ... "What kind of understanding is this?

Whenever we encounter difficulties and setbacks-perhaps this kind of difficulties and setbacks is only one millionth of that suffered by Sun Shaoping, which is insignificant at all, but we have never known it like this? Even if one day the teacher arranges more homework after school, or the weather is sultry, we can't wait for the bus, not to mention that as long as we are a little unhappy, we will show a lot of complaints.

Are these also bitter? From reading Ordinary World, I learned the philosophy of suffering.

Suffering is also a teacher of life.

If there is no suffering, Sun Shaoping will not become a strong steel; Without suffering, Sun Lanxiang would not be outstanding; If it were not for suffering, Tian Runye would not rekindle the courage of life; If it weren't for suffering, all the people in the story who worried me and worried me would not have the happy ending I expected.

In the same book, "... we were born in a poor peasant family-never underestimate our origin, and it will bring us endless benefits in our life;" But we must get rid of the limitations of birth, completely betray the narrowness of farmers and pursue a higher meaning of life ... "This sentence also deeply hurts my heart.

As descendants of rural farmers, we always feel sorry for not having a comfortable life and always sigh for not having a bright future.

I want to say, please don't be depressed for your own ordinary, don't be lost for your own ordinary, as long as you persist in fighting against fate and life, as long as you keep a clear goal, a firm direction, persistent pursuit and tenacious struggle, you can write a unique "ordinary" epic! On the contrary, those who get lost in ordinary life, are familiar with the plain in front of them, are content with mediocrity in thought and the status quo in life are truly ordinary and do not deserve an extraordinary life.

The flower of happiness should be watered with hard sweat, and a bright future should be realized by our own efforts.

I suddenly realized that this is the meaning of struggle.

In the ordinary world, an extraordinary life is transpiration! This is an epic poem written with life. There seems to be an extraordinary sound echoing between the eternal earth and the boundless universe.

Just as Sakya's motto says, "Although the torch hangs down, the flame keeps burning upwards", even an ordinary person can write a stirring life, and even as an ordinary person, there will be happiness in his life.

An argumentative essay comes from a little thing that happened to me. Whenever I think about it, I feel depressed, guilty and sad.

That day, my mother and I went to visit my grandmother by car. After getting on the bus, there happened to be a seat on the bus, so I naturally sat down.

My mother stood by, and I wanted to make way for her, but I gave up the idea of making way at the thought of the long journey. I turned my head away from my face on purpose.

The journey to grandma's house is very bad, and the car is high and the car is low.

Mom's footsteps are constantly changing, and she can't stand.

Suddenly a little sister sitting next to her said to her mother, "Aunt, sit down!" " ! I'll stand for a moment.

"Mom said," thank you. You are still young. You should sit while I'm standing.

"My little sister said," sit down for a while. I'll get off at once.

It's okay to stand for a while.

"Mother stood tired and sat down.

The car is moving forward, and my heart is still in that short conversation.

The car stopped suddenly. The little sister smiled at her mother first, and then said, "Aunt, I should get off.

"Mom said," You should be careful when there are too many cars on the road.

"My little sister said," Thank you, I know.

"The car started moving forward again, but I fell silent.

My mother and I were unhappy when we came to grandma's house.

I am not even as good as a stranger. Others can care about my mother, but I treat my mother so selfishly. I feel so small.

My heart was touched and I felt guilty and sad. Loving my mother is something I will try to do in the future.

Yuan Mei Tess wrote 800 words. Yuan Mei's Moss is an inspirational poem. Although moss is out of sunlight, it is so small, quietly open, unobtrusive and unappreciated.

However, I am still so persistent and open, and I have no shame. It has the courage to realize its value in adversity, full of self-confidence, and seriously blooms its most beautiful moment to the world without reservation.

The original poem ***20 words are everywhere in the daytime, and youth has just arrived.

Although moss is as small as rice, it also blooms like peony.

Yes, moss's "ambition" comes from youth, from light, and more from its introspection: "moss flowers are as small as rice, but also learn peony."

From its yearning.

A person with yearning, he is self-motivated, curious and motivated to struggle.

Great perseverance is only produced for great goals.

Ambition represents a person's life motivation and embodies a person's soul.

Ying Zheng, the first Qin Emperor, set his ambition of "unifying the six countries" when he was not in power, and finally got his wish.

Marshal Peng, a great Hunan native, fought bravely in the long river of China revolution.

What prompted him to do so? It is his ambition to "turn over and be the master and strive for liberation for the poor".

Marshal Peng tapped his potential from "ambition" and produced a strong revolution, thus dedicating himself to the cause of the party.

People who don't have lofty aspirations often muddle along, never grasp the chance of success and never make a difference.

Ambition, for those who work hard, is motivation; For people who are confused, it refers to road signs; For those who fail, this is a spur. It reminds people all the time that victory is ahead when oil is added.

I often think of that 800-word composition. I often think of the moment when my grandma's stars twinkled, which lit up my eternal memory-my grandma-and the inscription "Winter Snow".

At dawn, I was half asleep, rubbing my sleepy eyes and struggling to get up and get ready to wash.

It was freezing, and the cold wind stabbed the window, shivering and making a "zi zi" sound.

Grandma also got up in a hurry, forgot to wash her hair, put on a cotton-padded jacket, closed the door and left to get me milk.

It's like this every day, and there is still a long way to drink milk.

I looked at my grandmother through the window, and my figure stood forever, walking in the snow, forming a winding footprint under my feet.

But she never stopped.

I once asked, "Does Grandma never feel tired?" Her almond eyes are gentle. She smiled and said, "I'm tired, but if I can't get milk, my heart will be more tired."

"I have never been touched, but when I saw this scene, it was like a ray of sunshine shining warmly on my heart through the shadows of trees.

Maybe it's time to smell the incense. Grandma is back.

Her clothes are wrapped in milk, and she wants the milk to heat up in advance.

She didn't move so fast and steadily when she went out, and slowly came to the kitchen.

I followed her to the kitchen, but she took the pot, filled it with water, fired it, and put milk in it.

She is willing to go through all these troubles, but refuses to put it in the microwave oven. That turn was in steaming advanced equipment.

She said that the microwave oven has a large radiation, which is bad for milk. She was afraid that it would affect my health.

I saw her face, and every inch of her skin was frozen stiff without any anger.

When you talk about me, there is a faint smile on your mouth.

But with me, I am willing to look at my grandmother's face, listen to her telling me and enjoy the warmth of being cared for.

Sometimes grandma sees how big the fire is on the stove, looks at whether the water in the pot is boiling, feels whether the milk is hot, or often sits and watches, silent for a long time.

The heat of the fire filled the kitchen without a chill.

Warm, I don't know why, full of a lot of heat, but not dry.

I've never felt before.

What time? A drop of warm tears silently scratched on the face, so serene and soft.

The warmth of the room turned into a silent touch behind me.

Why bother to remember? The light of one's love is projected from the silent back, radiated from the plain words and revealed from trivial actions.

This warm memory of my grandmother and I was stored in sporadic words and deeds as early as the snow.

Thousands of stars lit up the night in a touching moment.

I often think of my grandmother, and that moment that can never be erased is fixed in every shining star.

PS: I wrote it myself. It is ok to choose materials, but I feel that the topic is not in place. You can deduce the key words of the composition topic at the beginning or the end.

According to the composition requirement of a small matter: people who have read War and Peace of at least 800 words will like Napoleon very much.

The man whom Andre regards as an idol has curly hair and two clean moustaches.

In Andre's dying eyes, the supreme enemy general was tall and gentle, looking at the Russian officer in front of him as if he were his own son.

However, the whole world knows that this little man is extremely cruel. He is definitely a little man.

Both Bonaparte, a young shoeshine worker, and Napoleon, who later burned all over the European continent like fire, were fixed at the height of 154 cm.

So inconspicuous, it seems that if you throw it into a crowd, it will be submerged.

But the little man looked up with a smile: "There is a head gap between you and me, but I can eliminate this gap at once."

"So, he rode on a horse, waving combat knives, commanding thousands of men who needed to bow their heads to see him, fighting bloody battles and risking their lives.

No one can imagine such amazing talent and ambition in such a small body.

The decadent and weak nobles in the palace were afraid and fell to their knees before they saw the little figure.

Because they know that the appearance of that figure means death to them.

However, Napoléon Bonaparte, no matter how sacred he is, is only a mortal.

In the face of power and desire, the little man put down his combat knife and took off his crown.

Can't say that he is wrong. Perhaps the legendary "Golden Horse" was for the 20 cm high crown.

Perhaps the majestic power that gushed out of the little man's heart was driven by the jewels in the crown.

Anyway, Napoleon gave himself a crown height.

He once laughed at himself and said, "Maybe it's this that makes me so short.

Napoleon, who finally got his wish and grew taller, found that he still needed to "look up" to his subordinates.

The 20 centimeters above his head did not increase his momentum. He was still ambitious, but he could not find the desperate pride of that year.

With the height of the crown, Napoleon is no longer Napoleon.

Maybe he became taller, but the boy who bravely looked up and shined his shoes had sharper eyes than the emperor.

Because teenagers have a glorious future, while emperors only have a glorious past.

At the height of the crown, Napoleon had no future.

Napoleon was defeated, and there is no doubt about his failure.

The power that once made him invincible in the world gradually disappeared with the arrival of the crown.

The sparkling 20 cm did not bring him the expected strength, but took away all his original strength.

He was the same little man when he died.

Heroes are often inconspicuous.

Plus the height of a crown, a hero may no longer be a hero.

Once upon a time, there was a family with a white-haired grandmother, a kind father and three handsome young gentlemen. In the cold winter, my grandmother just finished her birthday. Because of the dry weather, my grandmother got angry, so my father asked someone to buy me pears. At this moment, Kong Rong chose a big and good pear for grandma and prepared to give it to her. Grandma is an old man and can't move her teeth. If only she could boil it into pear water! So, Kong Rong came to the cupboard, boiled the pears into pear water and sent them to grandma's room. Her grandmother praised him as a filial child. A few days later, the sweet pear water made her sick. Kong Rong thought; Father and brother are so hard, send them! But he did leave a small pear. His father asked him, "Why do you eat such a small pear?" ? Kong Rong said: "The older people are in front, and the younger people are behind." Father smiled with satisfaction. Kong Rong is such a good boy that I should learn from him.

Read the composition of "The Man in the Condom" with about 800 words, which was written in the late 1990s at19. At this time, a new Russian revolution was brewing.

In the face of the growing revolutionary forces, the czar authorities maintained their dominant position by strengthening the state machine, so Russia at this time was shrouded in white terror.

In this horrible environment, Russian intellectuals, as described in Gorky's Haiyan, have petrels flying bravely, freely and proudly between the dark clouds and the sea, but also seabirds and penguins who are frightened by the roaring thunder and timidly hide their fat bodies under the hanging rocks.

In The Man in the Condom, Bi Rykov is an intellectual image of seabirds and penguins who are afraid of change and even willing to act as a czar's eagle dog.

Throughout the whole article, Chekhov's Bie Rykov is an abominable but sad figure.

His biggest feature is to put everything in a condom.

First of all, in life, he used all kinds of condoms to wrap himself up inside and out.

He often wears boots, holds an umbrella and holds a hood by car on sunny days. No matter how stuffy the house is, he won't open the doors and windows.

When sleeping, you should not only wear a nightcap and pajamas, but also cover your head with a quilt.

He should not only cover his body and things with a condom, but also "cover" his thoughts and spirit.

* * * Notices, decrees and conservative newspaper articles are the only criteria of his thoughts.

He is also very unhappy about anything unconventional, although it has nothing to do with him.

This other Rykov not only hides everything in his condom, but what's annoying is that he doesn't even let go of everything around him.

When the teahouse, reading room and drama troupe were newly established in the city, he was terrified: "Don't make trouble"; Colleagues were late for the prayer ceremony, and when they heard the rumor that middle school students were naughty, he was in chaos: "Stop it.

"For more than ten years, teachers, principals and even people in the whole city have lived in fear and trembling, and the whole city has died.

People are afraid of him because he has the support of the tsar.

He also plays the role of defender of the old system, old order and old tradition.

Therefore, is Rykov abhorrent for a role like this?

However, as a nobody, Don Rykov is actually a victim. Condom not only hurts others, but also destroys and distorts his normal humanity.

Therefore, looking at his life, it is sad.

Through the conflict caused by his marriage, we can see his tragic side.

For Rykov, who is not married in his forties, falling in love and getting married is really a great pleasure, but he is afraid to propose because he is afraid of what will happen after marriage.

When he was pushed down from the upstairs by Ke Varenko, he was most afraid of "in this way, the whole city will know about it and it will also reach the ears of the principal and the inspector."

Oh, dear! Maybe something will go wrong! "Therefore, he actually died of panic and anxiety.

It's hateful and pathetic. No, Rykov! If Rykov dies, people should be liberated and free. However, there is a dead Rykov and many other Rykov, because this is a dead and decadent society.

"No, I can't live like this anymore!" Through the mouth of a veterinarian, Chekhov expressed his strong desire to destroy Russian autocracy and create a new life.

The Cover Character not only has the style of Chekhov's ordinary short stories, which is objective and implicit, simple and humorous, but also adopts the form of stories in the story.

The author tells the story of Bie Rykov in the big story "The Hunter Chats under the Moon". This form not only makes the content more realistic, but also makes the structure more compact.

I didn't expect that in my 800-word life, there were many "unexpected" words, but it was just this scene. My parents and I are on a bus, and the seats on the bus are burning in the sun.

Although the seats were very hot, they were all full at that time, and the rest were me, my parents and less than six or seven uncles and aunts.

At the station, many people crowded on the bus: men and women.

In the crowd, there is an old man who is nearly seventy years old. His hair is gray and he is wearing a light blue coat. His body is very thin. Next to him, he was holding a child. The child looks very fragile.

The car is bouncing, and it can be seen from the eyes of many young people that they have no intention of giving up their seats.

Perhaps the grandson of the old man had a sore leg and cried in the same place. A young uncle next to him saw it, but turned a blind eye and pretended to look out the window.

I can't help it I can only hope that someone will step forward and give up their seats.

Just then, a miracle appeared. A 50-year-old grandmother behind her uncle stood up. She motioned the old man to sit in her seat and touched the child's head kindly.

Suddenly, I froze, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment, giving people a feeling that they could not breathe.

Yes, who would have thought that in a large group of people, it was an old man who gave up his seat! The old man gave his seat to someone who needed it more than himself! I gave it to a man older than me! I think: Grandma's action is a good example, which is worth learning for those "fake illiterates" living in the new era! Let them know what is "letting" and what is "caring"! I was lost in thought: should we also give what we need to people who need it more than we do?