If everyone is a star, then?

If everyone is a star, then society is a starry sky, and there are always some stars, even in remote corners, which still radiate dazzling light and deeply affect themselves. The following is a 600-word encyclopedia brought to you by such a person for your reference. Let's have a look!

Such a person asked me to write 600 words (1)

I have a good friend, her name is Xiao Wen, and she makes me admire her. She has shiny black hair and watery eyes, like two beautiful diamonds flashing. When she smiles, there will be two dimples on her face, which is very cute.

Xiaowen's classmates are always ready to help others without asking for anything in return. Once, Xiaowen and I finished lunch and went to play with two small classmates. They said listlessly, "I lost money today and didn't go to dinner." I don't think so. Without saying anything, Xiao Wen took them and ran to the canteen. When he arrived at the canteen, Xiaowen gave his pocket money and bus fare to the teacher. She would rather not take the bus and spend money than let others starve. You know, it takes a whole hour to walk from her home to school!

Xiaowen is very enthusiastic. One day, the homework assigned by the teacher was a bit difficult. A new classmate can't figure it out. Other students said that the new students were stupid and didn't use their brains. Xiaowen not only didn't laugh at her, but also helped the classmate enthusiastically. She regards her new classmate as her partner and friend and patiently tells her every question until she understands it. Looking at that enthusiasm really makes me jealous.

Xiao Wen is cheerful and lively. Don't look at her When we are very nervous about our study, she seems to be very free. However, her academic performance has always been among the best in her class, and she often uses her spare time to read extracurricular books. One day, I finished my homework and couldn't wait to ask her out. I saw Xiaowen still reading that old and broken book, so I asked curiously, "Xiaoli, what book is this?" It's old and broken, so throw it away and buy a new one. "Xiao Wen smiled and said," This book is useful to me. It's a pity to throw it away. " After that, he continued to read the book without looking up. I asked puzzled, "but you have read it hundreds of times." Aren't you tired of seeing enough She said: "The articles in this book are interesting, vivid and concrete. Compared with my composition, the articles in the book are really different. "After listening to her words, I had to play on the playground alone.

Xiaowen is such a passionate and enterprising girl. I really admire her. She is a good example for me to learn.

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Setbacks, difficulties, disasters, problems; In life, there will be some headaches and troubles more or less, but there will always be people to help you tide over the difficulties and solve them. Parents, friends and teachers all make us grateful.

Children's parents

Because of them, I was born. Life lasts for half an hour, and parents will accompany us from birth to school to work, caring for us all the time, understanding us, solving problems and overcoming difficulties for us.

When it comes to school, I always think of grades. My grades determine my fate. Good grades mean better development in the future, and poor grades have a great influence on future development. Since I entered junior high school, the fierce competition has actually become more and more fierce. My grades have been unstable, one after another, up and down. I am very worried about this. My mother stopped my computer for my study, confiscated my mobile phone and forbade me to read comic books. I banned many things that have nothing to do with study. Discuss study with me and often encourage me. Every time I am disappointed, she helps me regain my confidence. Every time I am happy, she is by my side. My parents are the people I am grateful to.

friend

Depend on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. In one's life, there are many friends, but real friends are rare. Students can be said to be the purest and best friends.

After more than two years in junior high school, the situation in the class has been excellent. Students have established a deep friendship through a series of activities such as study, competition, competition and mutual assistance. With the increase of days, competitions and awards, friendship also increases. If you have difficulties, let's find a way to solve them together. * * * together, brothers are United, and their profits are broken. I believe that no difficulty can stop the power of friendship. Friends are people I am grateful to.

teacher

Teaching is a sacred profession, but the task is arduous. Many teachers have silently dedicated themselves and their youth to their students, but there are also many teachers who have been forgotten. They do not regret it, because they have created the future for the motherland and are very satisfied.

Many students are annoyed with their teachers because they always feel that they are biased against them, but in fact, every teacher is fair to every student and will not treat them differently because of who is good or bad. Teachers are also our friends, parents, teachers for a day and fathers for life. The teacher is also our other parent. Teacher, this friend knows us very well, knows everything about us, and is also the friend who can enlighten us and help us solve problems best. Teacher, I appreciate it.

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Flowers bloom and fall, and spring comes to Qiu Lai. Your love has nurtured me, sheltered me from the wind and rain, and made me thrive. Your love gives me strength, nourishes my soul and helps me out of the haze. Dad, I want to thank you.

It's late at night, and I'm doing my homework under the lamp. Suddenly, my father's painful "ouch" sound came. "What's the matter with you, Dad?"

I asked in a hurry. "Nothing, just a little pain all over." Dad struggled to turn over. During this time, my father often couldn't sleep because of overwork, and tossed and turned in bed every day, making the bed creak.

In recent years, my father has been doing hydropower to earn money to support his family. This kind of work is fast, but he is too tired. Every morning before dawn, my father would go to work, carrying dozens of pounds of tools upstairs and downstairs. The heavy tools made my father unable to retreat, and my father had to trudge forward. I didn't see this scene, so I had to recite it to my father. Father smiled with relief and said, "You are too young. As long as you have this heart, my father will be very happy. "

Once, because no one looked after me at home, I followed my father to the construction site. I looked like a construction site all the way. But it was not until I found out that this was too far from my imagination. Looking around, the dust on the ground is actually half a centimeter thick, and the room is full of dust, which makes people feel suffocated.

Dad began to work as soon as he entered the room. Dad began to buckle the groove with an electric pick weighing dozens of pounds. With the lifting of the electric pick, the dust kept flying and the noise followed. In an instant, my father turned into a gray man, and his mask was covered with thick dust. Dad's clothes were slowly soaked with sweat, but dad didn't rest. Seeing this scene, I realized how difficult it is for my father to earn money, but no matter what I want, my father buys me, especially school supplies. At this moment, I realized how much my father loved me.

Finally, my father fell ill because of overwork. I cried in front of my father's hospital bed, thinking of his efforts for me and this family over the years. Dad, I love you.

Dad, don't worry, I will work hard and struggle to repay your contribution to me. Because you are the person I am most grateful to!

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I still remember that when I went to Huashan the year before last, it was him, a brother in his twenties who helped me. ...

Our family of three and our neighbors came to the foot of Huashan Mountain. I looked at the continuous mountain peaks, and had a daydream that "the stone path is far away from the cold mountain, and people are in Bai Yunsheng", so I couldn't wait to climb to the top of the mountain. The mountain peaks are brightly lit at night, and I can't help but think of Li Bai's poem "Hands can pick up stars" and "Fear is amazing". What a fairyland on earth!

So, I started a competition with my friends next door to see who was faster. He had more luggage than me, so I quickly overtook him. I played cool on the steep mountain road, stepping on two steps with one foot. I imagine myself as a kung fu superstar Jackie Chan, wandering in the dark. Gradually, I climbed higher and higher, and fewer and fewer people were around me. When I am tired of running, I sit on the stone and rest. After about half an hour's rest, I froze, only to know that I had become a lonely goose leaving the team.

When I was a child, I was scared to death to get lost in the mall, let alone in other provinces or in the mountains. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. Will I survive in the wilderness like Robinson? Will you meet a savage like Friday? At this time, the sky is particularly dark, and the whole world seems to be black. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, and I don't know what to do.

At this time, there was a brother playing guitar and singing leisurely. Listening to my brother's piano, I gradually calmed down and was sometimes even amused by his friends. I walked up to him and wanted to borrow his phone. "Kid, why do you run so fast? What about your family? " Judging from his accent, he should be from Shaanxi. He kindly asked me, "What's your mother's phone number?" Then I saw him take out a mobile phone, which was broken and still old. I quoted a string of familiar numbers, and I felt particularly warm when I heard that familiar voice.

Finally, under the guidance of my brother, I found my mother. The strange brother left quietly, and I was extremely grateful to see his thin figure.

The sun rises slowly every day, but the sun that day is particularly bright red, which makes me see hope. Now, whenever I think of that strange brother, I will be grateful. He taught me to calm down and ask for help when I was in trouble. At this moment, I want to say a word to him: "I am just a passer-by in your life, but you are a turning point in my life."

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Every day when I go to school, I pass a crossroads. I often see a traffic coordinator wearing a green hat standing in the middle of the road, tirelessly maintaining traffic. At this time, a respect arises spontaneously. I admire him for sticking to his post regardless of the severe winter and heat, and I admire his persistence in this profession.

One day, I went to school, and it was already a red light when I passed the intersection. At this time, a middle-aged woman with a child was about to run a red light, and her feet just took a step forward. The assistant uncle was agile and stopped the woman with his hand. He said earnestly, "Please don't run the red light until the green light comes on." "I have to send my children across the street and hurry to work. Shall we bend the rules today? " "Well, I'll take care of the children for you, and you can go to work." "Thank you, I met a kind person today." After school, I passed the intersection again, just in time to see a young man in his twenties rushing forward desperately. When the traffic coordinator saw him, he immediately stopped him, almost without any neglect, and said in an educational tone, "Young man, do you know that jaywalking is against the traffic safety law?" "Are you full and have nothing to do? Mind your own business! What's wrong with running a red light? Do you care ... "The young man is full of dirty words. I really doubt whether he has an education. But the traffic coordinator didn't feel angry at all. He said earnestly, "If you run a red light at will, there will be a traffic accident. A few days ago, a young man died because he ran a red light. What a blow this is to his family. His parents were heartbroken. He just turned 3 years old, crying for his father all day ... "The young man listened without saying a word, as if in meditation. Suddenly, his face rose like a ripe one.

Looking at this scene, I really admire my uncle, the traffic coordinator. He is conscientious in his seemingly ordinary post and treats everyone who wants to jaywalk with his patience and tolerance. Doesn't this reflect his beautiful heart?

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At noon and at night, the house is lonely.

This is a temporary wooden house built by volunteers. It is located in a place where people come and go, so that you can be on duty day and night. It's like the only gap blocked by a fence. However, it is not easy to enjoy the air that is no longer bound by it. Only the holder can go in and out of one or two places, and is not allowed to be free. This is only for the safety of volunteers. Even the birds are no longer noisy, and their behavior is restrained. They are not as surprised as before, disturbing my peace of mind and making no more noise. The furnishings in the house are only two tables and several chairs. They are flat and light, but they support a huge community. There is a notice on the door, which looks like a facade. So the doors are easy-going, half-open and low eaves. When it rains, it abandons the roof, enters the corner, and even forms a rain curtain.

Vaguely remember, there will be several people here, duty-bound, monitoring, but who wants to go in, volunteers will always come up to you with a small gun, look relaxed, pick a few polite words in their hands to signal you to stop, and fool around in your ear with a small gun. Noisy whistle will cover up the sound and it is impossible to tell where the drop is. After that,

I have my own family, but I can stick to it without any worries. I am selfless and tenacious here. In order to ensure work, in the dead of night, why don't you chat and walk slowly, never protect, never give up, just bow your head and pace here, but always pick up a topic, in this silent time. Laughter is clear to the ear, like a rainstorm splashing on a stream, but the current is swift. Therefore, I will also smile back at their smiles, but that is full of respect. After all, with such a person to maintain, how can I not rest assured?

Why hesitate? What is hesitation? Even if there are people I admire, how can I get lost!

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He loves learning, has ideals and goals, is United and friendly, is ready to help others, cares about his classmates, is modest and prudent, and sticks to his goals and will not give up. I admire such people very much.

He sticks to his goal and never gives up. Once in physical education class, the teacher wanted to choose a long-distance runner. We came to the playground. After everything was ready, everyone stood at the starting line. As the teacher gave the order, he flew out like an arrow before everyone could react. I feel a gust of wind blowing past me. Then everyone ran away. He runs very fast, his legs and feet cooperate with each other, and sand and stones fly under his feet. After we ran three laps. Everyone can't hold on. Only a few students are far ahead. At this time, I tried my best to catch up with him, and then I couldn't help asking him, "Aren't you tired of running like this?" So many students have stopped, let's have a rest! "He said," My goal is the finish line, and I will stick to it. "Although he is very tired, he speaks very forcefully, and I can't help but admire him.

He loves learning. I remember once after class, many students went out to play. He is still in the classroom. Seeing him solving a math problem, I leaned in out of curiosity. Seeing that it was the teacher's topic, I said to him, "Isn't this the teacher's topic?" He said, "Look carefully, what's the difference between this and the topic the teacher talked about before?" I looked carefully, and it turned out that I was wrong. I solved it for a while and then gave up. But he's still trying. I think he has solved page after page of draft paper, but he hasn't solved it yet. I said loudly, "I don't understand!" " He didn't hear. After a while, he solved it, and he told me the most detailed process, and I suddenly realized. Praise again and again: "cow! Cow! It is worthy of being the first in the class! " He said, "Don't you say that!" I apologized to her.

I admire such people very much.

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There are many people in this world I will never forget, but the one I will never forget is her. Her work is not good. She is an old woman in her sixties and seventies. She has silver hair and carries a bag every day, charging people for parking. Whenever she does this, I always think; "Love money like life!"

But one thing changed my mind about her.

One day in the summer vacation that year, my mother and I went shopping. It rained heavily. We took shelter from the rain at the gate of the shopping mall and saw a figure with a plastic poncho covering a bicycle. I looked intently, ah, isn't that the grandmother in charge of the car? I saw her facing the wind and braving the rain, trying her best to cover her body, and the poncho covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved by all this. I was thinking when a gust of wind blew. Oh, no, the poncho that grandma just covered was blown away by the wind, so grandma quickly covered it again. Who knows, the wind seems to be deliberately blowing at grandma with all its strength. The newly built poncho was blown away by the wind again. Finally, grandma limped to a corner and laboriously lifted several big bricks, pressing the four corners of the poncho one by one. Wind and rain can't lift ponchos!

The wind roared and the rain poured down. At this time, grandma was soaked through, but she didn't take it seriously. She just combed her wet hair with her hands.

Look, look, grandma's thin figure is getting taller. A feeling of being respected arises spontaneously, and I finally understand that grandma is not trying to make money, but to play the residual heat, serve everyone and make more contributions to the masses!

Now, whenever I meet this old woman, I always shout "Hello grandma!" " With all due respect.

This is an unforgettable person, and the tall and thin figure on that rainy night will be branded in my heart forever.

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The celebrity I admire most is Beethoven.

Whenever I can't sleep at night, I will take out that beautiful Beethoven classic and use it to help me sleep. In my dream, I always go to Vienna with music, which is the "city of music" where Beethoven wrote his first work. There, I will see Beethoven playing the piano. ...

In fact, Beethoven's achievements are also constantly tempered. Beethoven chose a family of court singers in Cologne. When he was a child, he studied music with his father. /kloc-When he was 0/9 years old, he studied philosophy at Bonn University and came into contact with the bourgeois revolutionary enlightenment. 1820, he was deaf in both ears, but he never stopped writing because of this, and pursued the idea of "freedom, equality and fraternity" all his life.

If you compare me with Beethoven, I'm really ashamed! I'm afraid it's hard to find a deaf person who can persist in his efforts like him. If I were him, first of all, I would give up my music career and ideal. Second, lose confidence in life from now on; Third, from now on, it is a waste of your life.

Every time I see blind people and people with broken legs and hands begging in the street, how sad I feel! Although I can give them a dime or a dollar, I can't give them money for life! I really hope that one day, I can tell them the story of Beethoven, let them know about Beethoven, let them learn from Beethoven and stand up again in life.

I admire Beethoven, and I admire his spirit even more. This is a spirit that cannot be described in words. This is a spirit worth learning. This kind of spirit makes us rush to the future and to the beauty.

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My mother, a greasy middle-aged woman, is 40 years old this year. She has big eyes and wide double eyelids. She looks ordinary, but she always gives people a warm feeling when she smiles.

I don't know why, I always feel that the distance between me and my mother is getting farther and farther. Maybe it's because I entered junior high school. I think I've grown up. I don't want to be with her as much as I did when I was a child. I chat and drink tea in my spare time. She seemed to sense my mood and tried to get close to me again, but I was not so cooperative.

She doesn't care whether I eat outside or not, but she always tells me seriously: "Things outside are not as clean as at home!" " "

I didn't take it for granted, because she always does. She used to say that, so I'll stay at home and eat. Now, I always want to go out and be with my friends. It's just that after leaving her alone at home, I always have mixed feelings and I feel bad.

One day, for some reason, all I could think about was her. I can't forget her. So, in the psychology class that day, I didn't listen to anything the teacher said in my mind, just staring blankly at the teaching building that was golden with the sun.

On this day, I didn't stay at school to do my homework as usual. As soon as the bell rang, I was the first to rush out of the classroom and run home. Sure enough, I came back half an hour earlier than usual. When I opened the door, I saw my mother and her smiling and kind face. It's strange, as if nothing had happened at home. Everything is as usual. The living room and sofa are clean and tidy. On the balcony, mother's favorite jasmine flower is filled with faint fragrance. I suddenly feel very at ease and calm. Looking at the delicious food on the table, and then looking up at the sweat on my mother's head, I can't help but feel sour in my nose and recall the past: when I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital countless times; When I was frustrated, I encouraged and supported me many times, helped me study and supported me to learn to draw ... scene after scene, reappeared in front of my eyes, constantly reappeared ... Warm current flowed in my heart.

It turns out that my mother has always been there, anywhere I need, waiting for me to go home. At that moment, I really wanted to give my mother a big hug.

Gradually, finally, my relationship with my mother was restored. There seems to have been a vigorous war between our mother and daughter, and after a calm, it fell silent. But, mom, you don't know what mountains and seas my heart has experienced; You don't know how warm and happy your daughter is with your youth!

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