I will do my best until I die.

A courtier will not rest until he dies.

2. Ode to Lime in Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.

Even if it is smashed into pieces, it is not afraid, and it is willing to leave its innocence in the world.

3. "Dreaming on Tianmu Mountain/Sleepwalking on Tianmu Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face! ?

How can I grovel for the powerful, so that I can't have a comfortable smile!

4. "Two Saigon Poems, Part Two" Tang Dynasty: Dai Shulun

If you want to serve your country, why should you be born in Yumenguan?

As a citizen, I am willing to serve my country all my life. A gentleman does not need to return to China alive to make contributions.

5. "Summer quatrains" Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

You should be born a hero and die a ghost.

I want to contribute the description of the characters. The description of the characters in the narrative: A poet gave an example: a fireman saved a child from a sea of fire. This fireman deserves respect.

But if he also keeps the teddy bear that children like very much, then he is moved.

Toys are lifeless and can be bought with money, which may be a meaningless behavior for firefighters.

However, it is so important in people's minds that everyone wants to be friends with this fireman.

The story of the TV series "Long March" is magnificent, with grand scenes and many characters, but some vivid details are impressive, among which pepper is the most unforgettable.

Monitor Hu was bombed by enemy planes when he was cooking pepper water to protect everyone from the cold. He died in order to cover * * *.

* * * put a red pepper on the snow-covered grave and said affectionately, "It's very cold here. You should drink some pepper water to drive away the cold! " This little red pepper contains profound revolutionary feelings and shines with burning spiritual character! Snow and red pepper are like the proud snow of red plum. The friendship of revolutionary comrades-in-arms melted into the sky of the earth with the suona sound of "Ten Send to the Red Army". Generation has a strong shock and appeal, making people cry.

Language description: Language description refers to the language dialogue that describes characters.

"Words speak the truth, and language dialogue is a reflection of characters' thoughts and personalities.

To describe the language of characters, we should not only write what people say, but also grasp how characters say what they want to say.

Portrait description: Portrait description is also called appearance description.

Appearance description refers to the description of the external characteristics of characters, that is, appearance, clothing, posture, expression and so on. Successful appearance description can not only make the characters stand out clearly in front of readers, but also show the identity and experience of the characters, thus revealing their personalities.

Psychological description: psychological description is used to reveal the inner activities of characters in a specific environment.

Psychological description should let readers directly feel what the characters are thinking and how they think.

Action description: Action description is also called behavior description.

Action description refers to describing the actions of characters in specific situations, including gestures, running, jumping, sitting and lying down.

Action description should be good at grasping the characteristic actions that express the personality of the characters and give people a sense of movement.

Action description should not only show what he does, but also show how he does it.

Reading Bible: Many years ago, blind people often squatted by the roadside and played a very sad tune with the erhu.

His technique is not good, the piano quality is poor, and the notes are choked intermittently. He just wants to pull away as soon as possible.

In front of him, there is a broken jar with odds and ends of money in it, and the rusty bottom can always be seen.

I occasionally put a little money in, but I also cover my ears and approach.

Later, he set up a stall selling handkerchiefs and socks, and the business was very weak.

One night, I got off the bus on my way home. It was dark and quiet.

It turned out that there was a sudden power outage in this area, and even the street lamps were extinguished.

Only next to the telephone pole, a beam of light pierced the sky like an index finger.

When I approached, I saw the blind man holding a flashlight and selling candles and matches. The price is very cheap.

I quickly bought a copy and brought the light back to my relatives. I feel very happy.

One day after that, I saw a blind man on the side of the road again, so I went over angrily and said, you can't make such ill-gotten gains when the power went out! What kind of candles are you going to sell that day? The candle oil was dirty and burned my hand.

The candle is not bright at all, as small as the tail of a firefly.

He pointed his sunken eyes at me and waited for a while. It took him a long time to say, I'm sorry, I ... I don't know ... how big the candlelight is.

How bright the firefly's tail is.

I heard that there was a power outage that day, so I quickly sold candles.

All I know is ... it's dark and uncomfortable.

I froze.

That dark night, even if the candle is like a bean, it is still better than complete darkness.

A blind man is working hard for the discerning, and I blame him indiscriminately. I regret it.

There is a kind of love in my heart, which always gives me warmth.

It was on a rainy day.

In the heavy rain, glittering and translucent water drops hit the window and made a "snapping" sound, and there was deafening thunder from time to time.

I thought to myself: Oh, no, I didn't bring my umbrella. My mother took my brother to Guangzhou to see a doctor. How should I go home? Students have been picked up by their parents.

It's raining harder and harder, like a column of water falling from the sky. The situation is amazing! I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I have a rash.

After coming here for a while, most of the students left, only my shortness of breath echoed in my ears.

It's getting dark, the rain hasn't stopped, and my heart is full of fear. I carry my schoolbag like I'm running outside the school gate.

My heart seems to be beating drums, and I just want to go home quickly.

The rain washed away the potholes in the ground.

Running and running, I stepped into the water with one foot and fell with a splash. My legs kept bleeding and I was covered with mud.

I smiled again, and then began to cry.

At this moment, a man ran over and asked me gently, "What's wrong with you, little friend?" ? "I looked up and it turned out to be my mother! I stopped crying at once and hugged my mother hard.

Mother's white dress was stained by me.

Then, my mother patted me on the mud and helped me up. Her crystal tears hung on my cheek and gently said to me, "son, let's go home. Mom will dress your wound."

"Suddenly, my heart is full of warmth.

My mother took me home regardless of the hard work.

I used to think that my mother often beat me and blamed me, but I know that it is also a kind of love, because my mother wants me to be a useful person, so I will carefully hide this heavy love in my heart and let me cherish the best love in the world forever!

In this world, I only respect three kinds of people: those who make selfless contributions to people; People who have an influence on my life and study; My elders.

Dad is a person I respect, but not only because he is my elder.

I remember one year, he chatted with a friend at home and made an appointment to meet at the gate of Nanning Library tomorrow 10.

The next day, something unexpected happened and it rained cats and dogs.

Although I stopped him, he walked away.

At 1 1, 12, ... 3, he came back and pinned his greetings on the rain.

"Why, he didn't come? I knew it. If I told you not to go, you would go.

There is no harm in being late without an umbrella.

"I said leaning against the wall.

"This is not a question of going or not, being late or not, but a question of credibility.

Although he didn't come, I went, and I had a clear conscience.

In addition, if you get wet, you can dry it; If you are sick, you can take medicine; But without credibility, nothing can be done! "This passage shocked me.

I respect him because he is trustworthy.

One weekend, my father took me to the vegetable market to buy food.

We walked to a stall selling fish. The fish seller is an old lady.

"How much is this fish?" "3 yuan a catty.

""well, give me one.

"Say that finish, the old lady quickly caught a fish, weighing 2 Jin, and then bagged it.

Dad paid the money, but when he took the fish, he looked suspicious, but it disappeared soon.

When we left, dad went to the scale to weigh the fish. The fair scale shows 3 kilograms.

Without saying anything, dad immediately ran to the fish stall and gave the old lady the money he should pay.

He also said: "You should change the scale, no!" Say that finish, we go.

I respect him because he is honest.

One day when I was walking home, suddenly an old man's crutch fell into the fence and he couldn't reach it with his hands. The old man can't walk without crutches.

Pedestrians came to ask, and pedestrians shook their heads and walked away.

I can't take it anymore. I walked to the fence. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. "Little classmate, I don't need you!" When I turned around, it turned out to be my father. He was shocked to see that it was me.

I stepped back and saw my father grab the fence, jumped, turned around and went in.

Take out the crutch and slowly put it in the old man's hand.

Then, dad left immediately.

The old man asked me, "Who is he?" "My dad!" I'm proud to say.

I respect him because of his selfless dedication.

My father is trustworthy, honest and selfless.

I am proud to have such a father! References:

But not about animals. If not, just say so.

My Chinese teacher, you see, this middle-aged teacher wearing a black gabardine tunic suit, black wide-brimmed glasses and a smile on his face is our respected Chinese teacher, Miss Chen.

Teacher Chen is knowledgeable and has rich teaching experience. He is always so relaxed, lively, lively and interesting in class.

We especially like listening to his composition class.

His lectures are always so funny, humorous and fascinating that we are all interested.

We unconsciously fell in love with composition and gradually understood the "mystery" of writing.

"Ding", the class * * * rang, and this section is a composition class.

Teacher Chen strode into the classroom.

Today, he is very excited. He went to the podium, smiled and said, "Students, I am very happy today. Do you know why I am happy? " We all smiled and shook our heads.

Teacher Chen went on to say, "I went to the bazaar this morning and bought two old hens for one yuan." Do you think you can be unhappy? " The students burst into laughter, and Zhang Jin laughed so hard that he couldn't even keep his waist straight.

I think: Teacher Chen must be joking again.

But Mr. Chen said solemnly, "Really, I never lie. If you don't believe me, I will read it to you. "

"He said, and picked up a composition book and read it aloud.

It turned out that a classmate wrote in his composition that he and his father went to the bazaar to buy chickens, and his father only paid one yuan for two big fat hens.

The students suddenly realized that Mr. Chen was criticizing some students for making up their compositions regardless of the facts.

Teacher Chen said: "No matter how vivid your description is and how rich your words are, an untrue article is meaningless and not a good composition.

"I think I often get into this kind of trouble. For example, when I used to write an autumn outing, I always wrote "Spring is beautiful, and a hundred flowers are blooming ..." After that, students always have to ponder carefully and understand deeply. What if they don't understand Naishi? ? Hi, does your thumb hurt? Br> Another composition class.

Today, Mr. Chen, who has always been affable, suddenly dragged Jun Chen out of the door.

We were all too scared to breathe.

I didn't expect Mr. Chen to close the door and turn around and say with a smile, "Students, don't be nervous. Now I want to test your eyesight. "

Are you familiar with Jun Chen? ""familiar! " The students answered in unison.

Teacher Chen then asked everyone, "What color and style clothes do you think Jun Chen is wearing today? Are you wearing leather shoes, cloth shoes or running shoes? " Everyone was stunned by this question and no one said a word.

After a while, Mr. Chen called Jun Chen into the classroom before we looked at him: he was wearing a sky-blue zipper shirt.

Under the sea blue trousers, I wore a pair of liberation shoes.

Teacher Chen smiled and said to us, "This is called careful observation.

"Then I told a few short stories that I carefully observed, and then arranged for us to observe the campus garden.

This time we looked more carefully.

Every kind of flowers and plants have been deeply observed, from their colors to shapes, living habits and laws, and some people even consulted relevant reference books.

Everyone wrote a better composition this time.

Through this incident, we know that only careful observation can make a good composition.

This is how Mr. Chen guides our study and composition.

You said, we have such an excellent Chinese teacher, can we not be happy? How can I not have a strong interest in writing? In the teacher's comments on my Chinese teacher, the author described two composition classes in detail. Through these two typical events, Mr. Chen's vivid teaching style is reflected, which is picturesque. When we write about people and reflect their characteristics, we should choose a clever angle. By describing Mr. Chen's behavior and language in the classroom, the author successfully shaped the image of a teacher from the perspective of students.

Little Musician My little friend Zhang Mengyao has big eyes and neat white teeth. She's cute.

Tell you, she is still recognized as a "little musician" by her classmates! Once, Zhao and I went to play, and Meng Yao was practicing playing the erhu.

She said, "Why don't you come and listen to me play the erhu?" We agreed, sitting on the sofa, listening and watching.

I saw that her left hand plucked the strings, her right hand drew the bow, and her feet kept beating on the ground, which made her look so devoted and emotional.

She said: "I must win the championship when I attend the art festival."

"Zhang Mengyao played again and again, and we were deeply attracted.

On the day of the festival, I ran backstage to deliver ice cream to Zhang Mengyao.

She said, "Eat, I don't have time.

"I have to eat it myself.

I ate and said to Meng Yao, "Meng Yao, I wish you success!" "She said quickly," thank you.

"It's Meng Yao's turn. She stepped onto the stage and bowed to the audience. Then, she sat in a chair and played a tune-Walking in the Light.

Her performance was beautiful.

The audience listened carefully, and I was fascinated, as if I had returned to the days of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and fought bloody battles with the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians.

While I was immersed in the music, a loud "I" ended the whole music.

Suddenly, there was warm applause from the audience, and teachers and classmates congratulated her on her excellent performance.

A few days later, the teacher announced that Zhang Mengyao had won the first prize in the instrumental competition of the festival.

Hearing this exciting relief, Meng Yao burst into tears with excitement.

She knows that this is the result of her years of hard training, and years of sweat have not been in vain, and finally won glory for the school.

To this end, she felt extremely proud and proud.

Ah, Zhang Mengyao, I admire you. You are our pride! During the 16 second of Li Jianying Hero Test Pilot, maybe you were drinking a coke, maybe you were eating a hamburger.

But this hero must make one choice after another in this short 16 second, about people and life.

Perhaps every hero regards his life as insignificant, so he is not afraid to sacrifice for the people, others and the country.

Then tell me that the key choice at that time may involve his family, because he gave up his family and his life in order to be with more people.

) How deep the water is, and how long the lives of young soldiers who died to save drowning people in Meng Xiangbin can be.

Trade the life of a soldier for the life of a suicidal woman, ...

A helpful person, she is a lovely and clever girl. She has a kind heart. No matter what difficulties others encounter, as long as she sees and knows, she will definitely help us. She is also a girl who can bring happiness to others.

She is at the top of our class, but she is never proud. Even if she doesn't do well in the exam, she never loses heart and tries to get good grades in the next exam.

In our eyes, everyone can see how enthusiastic she is! I remember once, when I was taking an exam, my pen ran out of water. At that time, I didn't give a speech. I'm really like an ant on hot bricks. I am very anxious. When she saw it, she threw the pen underground, because we were very close. After class, I returned it to her and said thank you, but she smiled and said, "You're welcome. Let me know if you need it next time! " I was really shocked at that time, thinking: Although this is only a small example in life, it shows her good quality of being enthusiastic and helpful.

And when she has a good book, she will recommend it to us at the first time or borrow it from us. All her happiness is shared with her good friends. What a helpful person she is! And her name is-Luo!

Write a personal composition. He is a man of strong will. The strong-willed wintersweet is known as challenging winter.

And Cheng Xiao's strong personality will also become the paving stone for his success.

Among my friends, there are many people with different personalities: introverted, cheerful and optimistic … but what I admire most is that kind of strong personality.

Cheng is such a person, from writing to learning, never give up, never give up.

I have never seen him cry since I made friends with him all these years. From him, I learned what is strong.

Cheng, a black and thin boy, has heavy eyebrows and big eyes that reveal a kind of unyielding power.

It is such a boy who told me what is called "clank of iron".

In the last school sports meeting, he submitted 1800 meters to challenge himself.

At the command, the players are like arrows.

He flew away, but before he ran a few laps, he was exhausted and panting. Everyone advised him: "stop running, you will fall!" " "But he kept running, until later, he finally fell down with a" poof ".

Although he failed in this competition, he explained to us the true meaning of being strong and unyielding.

After class, I accidentally hit my head on the corner of the table.

I bulged a big bag, but I didn't hear the word "pain".

In math class, the teacher set a difficult problem for us to solve by ourselves. No one can work it out until class is over. Many people chose to give up, only he persisted.

Look at him, with his chin in one hand and a pen in the other, constantly calculating on the draft paper, frowning and muttering, as if he would never stop until school was over.

His classmates were laughing at him, and he totally ignored him.

The next morning, unexpectedly, he really got the right answer.

He can lock himself in his room for more than two hours to tie Chinese knots. He can come to school at six o'clock every morning to learn to sweep the floor ... If difficulties are a river, then his strong character is a boat that carries him across the ocean; If difficulty is a tree, then his strong character is a knife to sharpen his thorns; If difficulty is a mountain, then his strong character is an axe to help him climb it.

The strong-willed wintersweet is known as challenging winter.

And Cheng Xiao's strong personality will also become the paving stone for his success.

Early in the morning, listening to the birds chirping in the branches outside; Listen to the sound of fallen leaves falling to the ground.

At this moment, I seem to hear the broom of the cleaner making a "swish" sound against the ground.

The sound is so elegant, so melodious, birds, leaves, dust, the earth, all of which are like the accompaniment of the voice of the cleaner sweeping the floor, playing a wonderful morning symphony.

It was such a morning that a simple cleaner appeared in my mind, causing me infinite nostalgia and reverie.

It was a quiet morning, and the cleaners got up early and came to this street to clean up.

The swish of the cleaner sweeping the floor broke the peace in the morning.

I sat quietly at the window and stopped to see the cleaner.

The cleaner is dressed in a green overalls, with a big ponytail on his head, a white mask on his face, two watery eyes embedded in pink cheeks, a white glove and a broom in his hand, and is cleaning the street seriously.

On the stone ridge, there sat a mother and son.

I vaguely heard the conversation between mother and son.

"Son, don't sweep in the street waving a broom like a sweeper in the future. What a shame! We should live a rich life instead of working hard under the cover of dust, you know? " The mother is educating her son.

"See, mom, I must earn a lot of money in the future to let you live a happy life!" The child echoed.

"Son, it's good that you know!" Mom said, throwing the finished mineral water bottle to the ground.

When the child reached out to pick it up, the mother flew into a rage and stopped her son: "Why should my son pick it up? Do you have to lose my face to be satisfied? " Don't always live in a dirty world like that aunt who sweeps the floor, just like a frog sitting in a well watching the sky, with little knowledge and doing such a low-level job.

"Children see mother angry, quietly put his hand back.

Hearing these words, my anger erupted like a volcano, and I felt wronged for the cleaner.

What happened to the cleaner? Without them, the earth will become dirty. They are so noble and beautiful. How can you people who claim to be noble compare with those cleaners? Who else is purer than those conscientious cleaners? Just as I was struggling for the cleaner, the cleaner quietly came to the mother and son, bent down and capped the mineral water.

Left in a hurry.

Looking at the cleaner's distant back, at this moment, I really don't feel like knocking over the five-flavor bottle.

Ah, I admire them. They gave us sweet milk.

They shed a drop of sweat on the boundless fertile soil.

Ah, they created beauty, they are the creators of beauty, and I admire them!

Zhang Haidi is the person I admire most, because her deeds touched me. When I learned about Zhang Haidi's deeds, I was moved by her persistent spirit and determined to be a good comrade like Zhang Haidi. Zhang Haidi was disabled since childhood and lost consciousness below the chest. The doctor said that the paraplegic patient would not live beyond 27 years old at most. Zhang Haidi knew that he would not live long, but he was unwilling to live all his life. She decided to make people remember her with her own actions. Zhang Hai is determined to learn medical skills well and relieve the pain of others. In order to learn medical skills well, she did experiments on small animals. Finally, it is "much trouble", and Zhang Haidi has mastered the medical skills skillfully. Because Zhang Haidi is very helpful at ordinary times, people around her ask her for help if they have any difficulties. Once again, an old man came to her with an imported medicine. But Zhang Haidi also don't understand. She looked at the old man's disappointment and made up her mind to learn a foreign language well. Through hard work, she has learned a foreign language well. When she showed the translation to the editor-in-chief, the old comrade, who was over 50 years old, shed two lines of tears excitedly and wrote a preface for it enthusiastically: The road extends at the foot of a paralyzed girl. This is Zhang Haidi.

Many students worship singers and stars, but my favorite is my father.

I remember when I was eight years old, my father took me to the park to play. At that time, I was still young, and I was ten thousand times less courageous than a mouse. Even my parents will accompany me to the toilet at night, because I read too many ghost stories.

In order to exercise my courage and will, my father asked me to slide on a cylindrical slide.

I watched the slide ten times in fear. I was afraid to go because it was dark and terrible, but my father came and picked me up.

I can't see my fingers there.

After about a minute or two, I finally landed.

I was so scared that I fell into the abyss when I came down.

I was so scared that I cried: "No more skating, no more skating!" " When I came out, my father picked me up and said to me, "It's no use. Why are you crying? You should be a man.

"Later, when I grew up, I realized that my father was exercising me.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I just studied calligraphy for a few days and went home to show off. My father came over and asked me to write the word "Yong" and said, "People who practice calligraphy like to write the word" Yong "best. You write it.

"I listened to it and wrote it without hesitation.

After two or three strokes, take a look, ah! A little bit like an egg with soup.

"Horizontal" is like a pointed sweater needle, "Left" is like a big nail with a hat off. Really ugly. No, it should be ugly! Dad came over and wrote the word "Yong", which was very master-like, but I said, "Dad, you have crossed more bridges than me, of course you write better than me!" Dad said kindly, "Calligraphy can't be practiced overnight. Although I am older than you, don't you think the handwriting written by those adults is ugly? " Be patient, son. Don't worry.

"Say that finish dad taught me to write again.

Under the cultivation of my father, I finally stopped being timid and gradually became a strong and brave person.

I no longer feel that my father is indifferent, and now he shows a gratified smile.

Everything he did was not in vain. I want to say loudly: "Dad, I love you!" " ! ! ! " ...

I was taking a nap when I suddenly found a harsh white hair mixed with my mother's shiny black hair. My heart jerked, my mother was only 36 years old! Why is there white hair? My mother is very strict with my study at ordinary times. In order to let me master the knowledge of the day, she often finds some typical questions to strengthen for me. I did badly in the exam. My mother didn't criticize me. She analyzed my mistake in time and found out the reason. The teacher reflected that my mother would educate me and let me know the importance of attending classes. My mother gave me meticulous care in my life: I had a conflict with my good friend and made a mistake in front of my mother when I got home, but my mother asked me to find faults from myself and let me learn to treat my friends correctly; The exam is not as good as others. When I am in a bad mood, my mother always asks me to find out my own gap and treat my grades correctly. When I was criticized by the teacher, I went home and complained to my mother. My mother helped me find out the reason, let me treat the teacher's criticism correctly, and encouraged me to cheer up ... During the holiday, a friend of my mother gave her an education network, and famous teachers taught physics, algebra, geometry and English. My mom thinks it's great. In order to make me have a better learning effect and exercise my listening efficiency, my mother puts down her own things and listens to me every day, and patiently explains what she doesn't understand. My mother will give me difficult questions about the key parts, and even listen to them several times in some important classes until I fully understand them. In my spare time of study, my mother went to do her own thing again. In the evening, she often finds some typical examples in her spare time so that she can write them down and explain them to me the next day. When I go to rest at night, I can't help but say, "Mom, you are really hard!" " Mother pinched her sour neck and said meaningfully, "Mother will do anything for your success." Listening to this unpretentious language and feeling the broad maternal love, my heart was shocked again. My mother has done so much for me, but I often make her angry. I shouldn't talk back when she criticized me! "Mom, do you still need to buy food tomorrow morning?" When sleeping, I asked. "If you don't want to go, I'll buy it. Sleep more in the morning. " "no! I will buy it for you! " I am determined to care for and repay my mother's love with my own actions.

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