Sixth, I was interested in reading the story of Lei Feng_ Reading a good book is talking to noble people -- Goethe. I recently added a book called & lt& lt; Lei Feng's story & gt& gt;， Everyone knows Lei Feng. He has changed from an ordinary soldier to an extraordinary person. People often say, 'Lei Feng travels a thousand miles, and good deeds make a train'.
When Lei Feng was a child, his family died, and he became an orphan under the age of seven. When his sixth grandmother saw the poor, she took Lei Feng in. In order to repay him, he went up the mountain to cut firewood. Suddenly a landlady came out and said that Lei Feng saw his firewood and cut three knives on Lei Feng's back. Lei Feng will always remember these three knives.
Lei Feng once saw the people's Liberation Army passing by his hometown and asked the villagers about their well-being. Lei Feng found the army to be a soldier. Because he was too young, he was rejected, but the company commander gave him a pen and said, 'you should study hard and defend the motherland when you grow up'. Lei Feng was very excited and inspired to become a soldier when he grew up.
When he grew up, he became a soldier. He not only studied with an open mind in the army and helped his teammates, but also went to help wherever there were difficulties. He never left a name for doing good deeds and often ran away after doing good deeds. He was reluctant to buy this and that. He mended his clothes when they were broken. He also loved reading. He was a book worm.
On one occasion, he went to drive with his friend. Lei Feng commanded him. When his friend was driving, he accidentally knocked down a thick column and just pressed Lei Feng. Lei Feng died on the spot. But he will always live in our hearts.
Lei Feng wrote many famous sayings before his death, such as: youth is always beautiful, but the real youth only belongs to those who always strive for the top, those who are always modest and those who forget their work; Strength comes from unity, wisdom from labor, action from thought, and honor from the collective & hellip& hellip;
From his modest study in the army, I know that no matter how learned he is and how great achievements he has made, he will not be proud and show off. Think about how ashamed you are! I was so happy that I just got a little achievement that I flew into the sky.
From his reluctance to buy this and that, and to mend his clothes when they are broken, we can see that Lei Feng is very simple and reluctant to buy his own money. Now, we buy famous brands and expensive things, and throw away the clothes when they are broken, which is not economical at all. He did a good deed without leaving a name. When we did a good deed, we would bluff and let everyone boast. Although I have love, I didn't do well enough. I should continue to work hard.
I remember once when I came home from school, I found a man wearing a purple coat and a schoolbag with a princess on his back walking around and wiping his eyes with his sleeves. I think something must have happened. I hurried to this page and "read. 4hw. Com. CN" pushed the content for you and asked what had happened. Seeing that I was very kind, she told me the whole story. It turned out that the little sister didn't take the bus. Due to the irresponsibility of the car driver, she drove away without counting whether the number of people had arrived or not, allowing the little sister to walk about one-third of the distance. After I understood, I comforted her and accompanied her to wait for the bus. Finally! I waved. He stopped and found that a little sister beside me was very much like the person in their car. As a result, he thought carefully and knew himself & hellip& hellip; He felt a little ashamed and lowered his head. Finally, the little sister went home happily. She said cordially on the window: 'goodbye, sister!' At that time, I was happy.
We learn from Lei Feng; Learn from his spirit and be a 'living Lei Feng' in people's hearts.
Composition about hometown in the sixth Experimental Primary School under Hong Kong: after reading_ Mother's expectant eyes burned for centuries, and finally came to the season of warm flowers in spring. The dream of a hundred years is about to come true, and the moon of a thousand years will be brighter. After many years of separation, the mother and son met again under the bright moon in their hometown, sighing 'the moon is the bright moon in their hometown'& hellip;& hellip;
The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.
I sat alone on the beach and looked up at the sky. The vast night sky is like a blue velvet curtain, setting off the brightness of the moon and the twinkling of stars. The moon tonight is also more round than usual, like a silver plate embedded in the sky. I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a bright and full moon night.
I don't know who first saw the moon, and I don't know when this month shines on people. For thousands of years, the moon has been a symbol of beauty. The poet Taibai once held a cup to invite the moon, and the literary hero Dongpo once asked Qingtian for wine. For hundreds of millions of years, the eternal dust can't obliterate her holiness, and the eternal cycle can't change her appearance. In the hearts of Chinese children, the moon is reunion, peace and harmony. For a hundred years, the sound of the aggressor's artillery shattered the perfection of the moon and defiled the sanctity of the moon. The burning fire in the Old Summer Palace, a paper treaty under the stone city and a gunshot on the Bank of Lugou bridge have taken away our home looking up at the bright moon, but also made us sober and deeply appreciate the beauty of our hometown! The bright moon thousands of miles, shining on the bleak tsunami; The rolling typhoon rolls the iron hooves of foreign invaders! If the moon has no hatred, the moon is often round. How can the moon not hate? In the heavy gunfire! How can the moon not hate? In this continuous war! How can the moon not hate? When she watched her children being kidnapped from her mother's arms, it was like the end of the world! The moon of my hometown is so sad that I lost my bright face. From then on, I will never see the moonlight night again.
'the past is only sad ', which is the cowardice of the later Lord. The hardworking and brave Chinese people have always been tenacious. In the face of the barbaric acts of the aggressors, the humiliated Chinese children stood up bravely! The moon shines on the front line, where there is the blood of the Eighth Route Army; The moon shines in the rear, where there is grain in front of people's carts; The moon shines on the green gauze tent, where there are vigorous figures of guerrillas; The moon shines on Xibaipo, where the commander's light stays on all night & hellip& hellip; All the people in China are soldiers, just to drive away the shameless invaders and make the moon in their hometown glow again!
Unique heroes drive tigers and leopards, and no heroes are afraid of bears. The heroic Chinese children drove away the invaders, but the children who had been separated for many years still could not return to their mother's arms. Who says the moon doesn't know how to hate bitterness? How many people pray to the moon that the day of reunion will come soon, and how many people remember the beauty of their hometown to the moon! Blood is thicker than water, so that mothers and children deeply appreciate the beauty of the bright moon in their hometown, and look forward to meeting again under the bright full moon in their hometown one day. Month, unable to carry this heavy nostalgia, she lost weight. But she firmly believed that mother and son would be reunited one day, and she eagerly looked forward to it!
Mother's expectant eyes burned for centuries, and finally came to the season of warm flowers in spring. The dream of a hundred years is about to come true, and the moon of a thousand years will be brighter. After many years of separation, the mother and son met again under the bright moon in their hometown, sighing 'the moon is the bright moon in their hometown'!
Two of the three separated children have been put into the arms of their mother, but their brothers are still wandering. Are you separated from your mother for too long and forget the way home, or are you confused by the lights and wine in a foreign land and forget the bright moon in your hometown? Do you know that the mother of blood is thinking of you in her heart, the brothers with deep brotherhood are calling you, and the bright moon in her hometown is waiting for you! The moon is full and short, short and round, silently waiting for the message of the return of the last child! The sea rises and the moon rises. It will be here for a hundred years. I looked at the bright moon by the river and thought about the past with great emotion. The perfect moon in my hometown was once a beautiful dream haunting many people. Now, most of the dream has been realized. Tens of thousands of Chinese people on the mainland are looking across the Strait, hoping when the moon will be brighter and rounder. Return to the original pure heart; Goodbye to the old hometown - I'm interested in reading hometown_ 2000 words for the title of Hometown:
When I saw the topic of hometown, what suddenly echoed in my ears was my mother's exhortation, small call, and the silent power that affects the deepest part of my heart & hellip& hellip; In fact, you think so when you see this topic. So now that you think of it, write something.
--For me, 'hometown' is not just a tile, a wall or a street. Mr. Lu Xun's "Hometown" is not so. It's just a place full of memories and warmth. Please allow me to tell my 'hometown' & hellip& hellip;
That building reposes my 13 years of sadness, happiness and dream & hellip& hellip; I also made good friends like leap earth here. The image of Runtu here does not mean the image of oppressed and exploited farmers like him. Like the pure friendship between him and Lu Xun when they were children.
These 13 years may be the most precious time of my life. At the time of separation, I received a letter, which perhaps moved me the most & hellip& hellip;
I remember a passage in my heart, which is my memory of my 'hometown', and now I share it with you & hellip& hellip;
'in my first year of junior high school. You have a fracture. That summer, Ying and I drove you around in a wheelchair. Do you still remember?
At night we play hide and seek. Three people hide together. We're both scared. You said you weren't afraid. As a man, you will protect us. Do you still remember?
On the day of the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games. The four of us are in your bed. It's 12 p.m. Do you still remember?
That day you played the guitar and said you would use angel's wings as the entry. I was too moved to speak. Do you still remember?
The basement we were all afraid of, you remember.
There was a secret base. Do you remember.
We curled up in bed on a cold night. Sing loudly. Do you still remember?
At midnight, we went to see the premiere of Haqi after everyone fell asleep. Do you still remember?
On that little sofa. We amuse ourselves with solitaire. I can't remember what to do next. You always help me out. Do you still remember?
You two helped me comb my hair that day. Turned me into Nezha. Do you still remember?
One year your birthday. Someone gave you a grapefruit with SpongeBob. Do you still remember?
We touched each other's faces for cakes. I hit my head against the door frame. Do you still remember?
After I buy clothes and change them. You two take pictures on your cell phones. Constantly evaluate which is good-looking. That's not good, do you remember. The waiters were helpless.
on one occasion. It's raining. I quarreled with my father. He dropped my computer. I ran out of my house. You hug me with the an umbrella and a vest. Do you still remember?
Your father hit you. You're angry. Don't open the door. Ying and I called you outside your door for a long time. Do you still remember?
You said. You're going to be my bridesmaid. Have you forgot?
You said. To watch me get married. Then let my child call you fuck. Have you forgot?
You said. Only you are the most reliable man in the world. Did you forget? "
Yes, it was written by a hairdresser who is five years older than me. Two years later, I haven't forgotten. I still remember that someone helped me with my math homework. I remember someone eating a fifty cent bag of shredded mushrooms with me. It's so hot that my mouth cramps. There's a race to see who can finish it in one bite. I remember someone took me in when I secretly skipped class. And convince mom not to talk about me. Remember you. I remember the name of this letter is "tomorrow will be better", and I remember my 'hometown'.
I remember when we were together