Model essay 1 Rinrin Bell, after school, the baby Mars rushed home, ate the fruit and went to bed without washing his hands.
In the bacterial kingdom, there are many small bacteria. They are all asking if they have any food. The king of bacteria thought of a way to send bacteria to unsanitary people by magic. As a result, the bacteria ran to Mars' home and landed on Mars' fingers, happily eating the fruit next to them.
The next morning, the sun was shining, and the dazzling sunshine came in from the window and shone into the eyes of the baby Mars. Baby Mars opened his eyes, got out of bed, ate some fruit, and suddenly heard someone calling. It turned out that the little white rabbit sent the baby Mars to the elephant doctor for examination. Baby Mars went to the elephant regardless of finger hygiene. Doctor Elephant saw that Mars' nails were too long, so he took out scissors to cut Mars' nails. Mars had already left. Baby Mars feels hungry, so he goes to Sister Bear to eat fruit. Sister bear saw that Mars' nails were so long that she asked them to cut them off before eating. Hearing this, Mars left. Later, an old lady gave Mars an apple, and the bacteria happily got into her stomach. In fact, the old lady who gave Mars an apple is the king of bacteria. At night, the baby Mars began to have a stomachache. Baby Mars ran into the hospital with a stomachache and said to the elephant doctor, "I have a stomachache." The elephant doctor immediately treated the Martian baby. It turns out that Mars babies have a lot of bacteria in their stomachs. The doctor immediately gave the baby Mars two white pills, and the baby Mars' stomach immediately stopped hurting.
From then on, the baby Mars pays attention to hygiene every day and washes his hands when eating.
Excellent composition model essay 2 "Students, today I will assign a special assignment." As soon as the teacher spoke, twenty-seven pairs of eyes in the class looked at her as if waiting for something. "Just say' I love you' to mom or dad when you get home." Everyone started chattering as they pleased, but the teacher just stood there smiling. When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and sat at my desk, thinking about how to get out better. I rushed out of the door several times and came to my mother, ready to say "I love you" directly, but as soon as I stood there, my mind went blank, making my mother think I was ill, and I went back to the bedroom in despair. Suddenly, a picture appeared in my mind. ...
That time, I failed in the Chinese exam and my grades plummeted. I took the test paper with countless forks and handed it to my mother carefully with anxiety, thinking: I will definitely escape this time, but I will be beaten and scolded. But the reality is always beyond my expectation. My mother looked at the test paper and said to me earnestly, "I understand that you are sad, but you have to understand that no pains, no gains, and good grades depend on …" I lowered my head and listened to my mother's instruction. I hate that I was so playful at that time and failed my mother's painstaking efforts ... I thought of it again. My mother saw me and asked, "Xinxin, what can I do for you?" "Come on, remember you can do it." I quietly cheered myself up, and then solemnly said to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "My mother was stunned at first, but soon lost her mind and said," My lovely daughter has finally grown up. My mother is so happy. "My mother threw me into her arms, and I saw naughty tears in her eyes, but at this time, our mother and daughter were very happy.
Let's remember that maternal love is selfless, it doesn't need too much return, and a few simple words can satisfy mom. "Mom, I love you, and I will always love you!"
Excellent composition model essay 3 is naturally philosophical.
In early spring, everything is shrouded in rain and fog, as if only "green is about to drip" is worthy of this scenery. "Green is just for charming eyes, and shallow grass can have no horseshoe." It is the best freehand brushwork of stubborn grass on the ground. This newly sprouted grass, like a soldier guarding the border, presents a "heroic and spirited" momentum. Even if passers-by trample on it again and again, they will stand up strongly. This indomitable spirit and tenacious vitality are the best propositions of natural philosophy.
Nature is literary.
In midsummer, the field presents a refreshing green, cicada is a poet of nature, tirelessly praising nature; Woods are writers of nature, spreading lush branches and depicting nature. You don't need passionate words and lengthy chapters. Nature in summer always has a poetic rhythm.
Nature is aesthetic.
In late autumn, fallen leaves cover the last forest that will become a tall building in the corner of the city. When the insects preparing for the winter were leaving, the prisoners were singing the last tune in green rhyme. This is not a flowing note, nor is it a beautiful beat. But the sound of nature can bring us the deepest touch and the most unforgettable beauty.
Nature is art.
In winter, the most beautiful snowflakes fall from the sky, and a thick quilt is spread on the ground, which covers the noise and noise. Only quietly appreciate its artistic sense. This sense of art keeps us away from the atmosphere bound by the city and lets our hearts travel freely and carefree.
Nature is nature.
Natural spring, summer, autumn and winter have different beauty. But whether it is the beauty of philosophy, literature, aesthetics or art, the essence of this beauty is only nature.
The noise of modern life masks the natural sound of nature; The fascinating colors of the virtual world make us forget the most beautiful green in nature. These noisy sounds and complex colors keep our hearts away from nature. For the release of the mind, why not listen to this natural voice? Why not look for that natural feeling?
Nature needs to understand with the heart.
Nature needs to listen with life.
In the morning, the sun is lazy, so am I.
The good news is coming. I'm still sleeping under the covers. It's noisy outside, and I vaguely hear that a ewe gave birth to a lamb.
I ran quickly to the house where the sheep were herded. I looked at two lambs and stood on the ground. It is interesting that they tripped.
Then I got a little emotional. Life comes so suddenly, life comes so happily and life comes so hard.
Being born is not easy for a mother. Life is not easy for us.
Mother sheep barked at the lambs one by one, telling them to stand up strongly.
Lambs also responded to their mothers one by one. They told it that we would try to live.
For my mother, we live to give them a heritage of life. Happiness, joy, liveliness, tears, pain and helplessness are all returned to them when we grow up.
For us, their living is to give us a meaning of life. Care, love, strength, toil, heartache and pain were all given to us in their old age.
Two lambs, one strong and the other thin.
Be strong, stand up first and eat your mother's milk first.
Weak people can't stand up and keep calling for their mother.
Why doesn't mother sheep like the weak, throw it aside and be indifferent?
Baidu told me that the natural law is that the strong decide everything.
I'm glad that human evolution has been successful.
I am weak in born this way, so weak.
I am weak, but I have become strong because of my mother.
The transformation between strength and weakness is not easy for our mother.
The weak sheep died, and I, weaker than it, not only survived, but also became a strong one.
I thank my mother for giving birth to me.
I thank myself for ending my life.
It's mom's hard work and our efforts.
In exchange for our lives.
Childhood is like a string of pearls in the distance, which is unforgettable for a long time. Now, let me choose a big round pearl to share with you!
It was when I was 7 years old that my mother came home and brought me a cotton candy. I jumped beside my mother and said with a smile, "Did my mother bring me something delicious?" "As long as you are greedy, come on, I bought you a marshmallow." "oh! Mom is the best! " I looked at this soft marshmallow and thought: This marshmallow must be delicious! I can't wait to take a bite, hmm! Delicious! Sweet and soft, it melts in the mouth. It's delicious! But with my personality, I want to eat more after eating such delicious cotton candy! So I made a small abacus in my heart: I want to eat, I can do it myself! Yes, that's it!
Finally, the opportunity came. When mom and dad were not at home, I started to do it. I turned left and right from my bedroom and found something similar to cotton candy-cotton. I thought: Isn't there the word cotton in cotton candy? I wet the cotton with water and took a bite. Gee, it tastes terrible. By the way, marshmallows should have sugar! So I went to the kitchen to look for sugar, spilled a spoonful on it and took another bite. Sweet is sweet, but I don't want delicious cotton candy! I swallowed it with a frown. This is, my mother came home, saw my pain and asked, "Yang Yang, what's the matter?" I didn't say anything, still savoring the delicious cotton candy. My mother saw the marshmallows in the bowl and asked, "What is this?" "This is my marshmallow." Hearing this, my mother laughed and said, "cotton can't be made into marshmallows." "Why?" "Because cotton is a crop and marshmallows are candy, of course not." "Oh, I see. No wonder I think it tastes a little strange." "Let's go, I'll buy cotton candy with you!" "good!"
Childhood is like a colorful flower, with sadness, happiness and embarrassment.
What is happiness? For birds, the vast sky is their happiness; For fish, the vast sea is its happiness; For a horse, the vast grassland is its happiness; What about me? What is my happiness?
I met a woman who was dressed in fashion. She is covered with famous brands and her jewelry is shining. She is beautiful and rich. Is this the happiness I want? No, I walked past her quietly. Happiness built with money is too superficial, which is not what I want. I walked on, walked into the splendid castle, and saw the beautiful and noble princess dressed up. They use the noblest cosmetics and clothes. Is this the happiness I want? No, these luxurious buildings are the blood and sweat of the people. While they are happy, they don't think of other people's pain. This kind of happiness is something I am not ashamed to want. Walking, I came to a sacred church and saw the Virgin Mary sincerely praying for homeless children. She gave everything to these children, but she had nothing. I firmly believe that I have found my own happiness.
I walked and walked all over the world, and countless pictures stayed in front of my eyes. I saw doctors who saved lives and didn't need any reward, and I saw volunteers who taught children to read in the mountains ... I think these happiness are real happiness and will always accompany us. At this moment, I finally found my happiness. Happiness is neither noble nor rich, nor beautiful and noble. Happiness is to help others and get happiness by yourself.
The wind kept blowing and refused to stay away. Fog, like the desire of the earth, obscures the sun she breathes. Everyone loses their light because of the fog sometimes, and then I don't want to go. Instead of walking aimlessly, it is better to stop, lean on the trunk and wait to see my happiness. At the moment, my life is changing. ...
This is my happiness, always around me, hugging me.
Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month is a traditional festival in China. This year, I spent a particularly lively midnight snack. Say special, because this is the first time I'm not at home for the holidays. In the past, every year on the fifteenth day of the first month, the family got ready to see the lanterns early. Every year, I can enjoy beautiful, novel and colorful lanterns and see beautiful, charming and colorful fireworks. According to my mother, Zhangye's lantern festival will be brighter than Linze's, so I got my parents' permission to spend the Lantern Festival at Aunt Zhangye's house.
Aunt had already cooked jiaozi, round and sweet. My brother and I only ate a few, so we pestered her to take us to see the lights.
When we arrived at the square, it was a sea of people, surrounded by lanterns of various shapes and sizes, which made people dizzying. There are burning goldfish lights, Fuwa lights and peacock lights symbolizing the Olympic Games ... This year is the Year of the Ox, and the ox is of course the protagonist. In spring, there are golden bull lights, cowboys playing with cows, bullfighting lights and rows of shining flower cow lights, wishing people health, career and life this year.
The flashing lighthouse in the distance attracted me, and we had a hard time getting to the front. The tall lighthouse is inlaid with beautiful neon lights, red, blue, yellow and green, colorful, standing in the center of the square, very beautiful.
After a while, we came to Ganquan Park, where many lights were hung, especially among the willows. There are lovely doll lights, beautiful peacock lights and golden gold ingot lights, which really make people linger.
At this time, the sky in the square suddenly lit up with a rumble. Oh, it turns out that the fireworks have started to set off. This is what I am looking forward to most. I saw fireworks bloom in the air like beautiful flowers, and then slowly disappear. Some of them are like beautiful meteors flying across the sky, while others are like scattered flowers falling slowly from the distant sky. Very beautiful.
How lively Zhangye is on the fifteenth day of the first month, and how charming the night view of the Lantern Festival is!
Hello, dear teacher!
Just after a summer vacation, the new semester will come to us, and the first one is your holiday-Teacher's Day.
You are often compared to a "red candle", which shines silently and makes people respect you enthusiastically. You always try your best to make learning a pleasure; You let us know how to be an honest child, give full play to our advantages and correct our shortcomings; You always care about our study and life. In the morning, when we were still on the road, you stood at the school gate and greeted us with a smile. At noon, we are hungry. You stand in the classroom and serve delicious food to our classmates. In the evening, when we came home from school happily, you were still assiduously correcting our homework line by line under the lamp. You are the person we will always trust. You let us know that no matter how noisy it is outside, in your class, we will find a kind of quiet learning, as well as tolerance, laughter and excitement. ...
Teacher, you are like a hard-working gardener, helping us water and fertilize all the time; You are like a selfless dedication melon vine, giving us sweet juice and leaving bitterness to yourself; Teacher, you are like ... you are like. ...
Some people say that the teacher is a ladder, holding our tender feet step by step with a stalwart body; Some people say that teachers are candles, illuminating our way forward with immortal faith, reflecting our faces and constantly exploring!
However, as students, our singing is not beautiful, our painting level is not high, and our poetry level is not good, so we can only leave our blessings and admiration on this piece of white paper.
Bless you-teacher, I wish you good health and all the best!
Your student: xxx
Angels have a pair of pure white wings, which spread out like white clouds on the horizon, and butterflies have a pair of gorgeous wings, which spread out like gorgeous robes.
In fact, everyone has a pair of invisible wings, but some people's wings were cruelly broken early.
Our wings, just like our imagination, are indescribable, endless and constantly extending. ...
But what about now?
One test paper after another, one red mark after another, seems to dominate our fate, being scolded or leaving a message. The only happiness is to play with good friends during recess, but sometimes it is deprived by the strange eyes of teachers and classmates.
Where are our wings?
Sometimes I like to think quietly, think simply, recall the past or fantasize about the future. However, if something happens, you will suddenly be shocked. Is this a waste of time? Sometimes, holding a pot of cold water in your hand, making a fire with water instead of a mirror, talking to yourself, and then splashing water on your face, is this growth?
Growing up, is that right?
Growth makes our wings stronger; Growth makes us no longer simple; Growth, let us know how to leave.
Every day, I open my eyes and close them. Although I know that I will be separated in the near future, three years is nothing to the elderly, but three years is very important to me. For three years, I have been constantly changing and growing. Really, I'm so scared. I'm so sorry! ! !
Day by day, my wings and my growth are improving day by day, and the days are gone forever.
Grow up, friends, please learn to cherish! ! !
Excellent composition model essay 10 This is a mountaineering trip. The mountain road is steep and the climbers are a group of young people. There are gorgeous wild flowers on the mountain road, and the climbers are a little dizzy. They stay here, smell the charming fragrance and stop.
The bell is ringing! Through the tranquility of dawn, the heart of the climber is more exciting. At this moment, in the high-spirited crowd, generate showed the power of life, overcame difficulties, dashed forward, never flinched in the face of difficulties, stepped on sweat, infiltrated into the soil, and exuded lasting fragrance, making the whole mountain feel ashamed!
If blood and tears lead to success, then the thorns on the climber's road perfectly play the role of stepping stone. Although it will make you very painful, you are grateful after the pain. Teenagers don't know the long river and Wan Li days, but there are mountains outside Fugui Mountain and days behind it, so they easily give up their original insistence.
Look up at the top of the mountain and enjoy this moment of comfort. The vast sky is like a bloody sunset. Visiting the nirvana-like phoenix and being reborn is bound to bear the pain of heartbreaking, and the only way to overcome this pain is to overcome many difficulties and transcend the soul itself.
Looking up at the top of the mountain, remembering the history of blood and tears, paving the stone of success, piercing the sky with the courage of thunder, painting the solemn and stirring hymns, stepping on the lofty aspirations of Qingyun to cross difficulties and obstacles in the fragrance of bloodthirsty, lighting the dazzling lamp of life, illuminating the way forward, striving for progress and singing this poem of life without ears.
Life is an endless journey. For example, a hurricane starts from the end of Qingping, it needs to go through thousands of difficulties and dangers, and stick to it, successfully swim across the river, meander to the height of life, take the lead, take responsibility, and strive to move forward on the road of life!
Get up! Life road! Singing extraordinary songs in the boundless sky, playing brilliant symphonies for our own lives, singing flutes in prosperous times, raising a rainbow in the sky and waving the flag of endless waves, we can walk in the beautiful field of life without hardship.
Get up!
Excellent composition model essay 1 1 I cried ...
In that warm spring, grandpa, the person who loved me the most, left me, and I cried ... My story with grandpa repeated itself. ...
Grandpa has loved me since I was a child. He often cooks, invites me to his house for dinner, and often secretly gives me pocket money. My parents will scold me severely afterwards, but I'm not afraid because my grandfather is here.
Every holiday, grandpa will ask my father to pick me up by car. When I get home, grandpa will cook my favorite fish and braised pork. Let me drink beer with him. When I go back to school, I will hold my grandfather and cry for a long time. When I got on the bus, I saw my grandfather also shed tears.
But last winter, grandpa was unwell one day and asked his father to take him to the hospital for examination. As soon as the result came out, we were all shocked! ! Grandpa has "liver cancer", and it is terminal. The doctor also told us that grandpa could live for two months at most. At that time, my heart was bleeding, and tears could not help flowing out. My family is comforting me, and I complain why God is so cruel and heartless. ...
From then on, I bought grandpa his favorite candy, watered his flowers and helped him every day. ...
As the years passed, grandpa's illness became more and more serious. Grandpa said to me, "I have to watch my little granddaughter go to college!" " "After listening, I threw myself into grandpa's arms and cried sadly! ! ! !
Since then, grandpa has been fighting the disease. Grandpa is very strong. He is afraid that he can't get up, so he sits every day and never gives in to the disease! !
In the end, grandpa still failed to overcome the disease. Grandpa left and I cried ... no one can stop you, but I often want to see you ... Grandpa, I want to say to you: I will be your granddaughter in the afterlife, but I have one condition. Our relationship must be longer than this life! ! ! !
Excellent composition model essay 12 family is a ray of sunshine that warms my heart; Affection is a cup of strong tea, which makes me more delicious; Affection is a glass of cold water, nourishing my young mind. A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep there without sweetness?
I remember one morning in the first grade of primary school, my mother caught a cold. When I was going to school, she specifically told me to bring an umbrella, but I looked out of the window. The sky is clear and radiant. I thought: How can it rain in this weather? So I left my umbrella and ran away. Towards noon, suddenly dark clouds were gathering, followed by a downpour. It's really June weather, the child's face.
After school, all my classmates went home. I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to sit in the classroom and wait for the rain to stop. But the rain seems to be bad for me. It's raining harder and harder. At this time, I was cold and hungry, thinking: If I had known it would rain, I should have listened to my mother. My father is on a business trip, and my mother has a cold, so it is impossible to pick me up ... I can't help crying when I think about it. At this moment, I saw a hazy figure with reddish-brown hair and freckles on her face. "ah!" I screamed "Mom!" Mother came up to me and said, "Come on, son, put on your raincoat." My mother asked me to put on my raincoat and walk out of school with an umbrella and wind and rain. In the rain curtain all over the sky, the umbrella on my head is so pale and powerless. My mother's hair was wet by the heavy rain, and the rain dripped from her hair on my face. Ah, it's so cold. When I got home, my cheeks were wet and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.
Without the love of sunshine, there is no beauty of flowers; Without the love of dew, there is no growth of small trees; Without selfless self-sacrificing maternal love, a child's mind would be a desert.
Excellent composition model essay 13 Huangshan sunrise is called a beautiful spectacle. In order to witness this beautiful scenery, our family came to Huangshan yesterday.
That night, we stayed at Beihai Hotel. The fatigue of the whole day made me fall asleep as soon as I lay in bed. In a daze, I heard someone shout, "Come on, go and see the sunrise!" " "I immediately got up, rubbed my hard-to-open eyes and followed the adults involuntarily. A gust of mountain wind made me awake a lot. Looking at the stars in the sky, the shadows are dancing all the way, which is quite mysterious. I came to the cool platform, which is a good place to watch the sunrise. At this time, many people are waiting here to watch the sunrise.
After a while, the east was a fish-belly grey and the crowd began to move. In a short time, the fish-belly white gradually turned pink, and an orange-red rosy cloud appeared in the eastern sky, which was dazzling in beauty. I don't know which child said "soon, soon!" with a sunny child's voice. "
I looked around and the adults were very excited. Those with cameras are ready to press the shutter, waiting to take this magnificent scene. People without cameras are waiting, and everyone seems to have stopped breathing. I don't know how long it took, but the sun suddenly jumped out from the horizon, but from the sea of clouds. At first it was half, and later it became a big red ball. Mother Earth seems unwilling to let the sun leave her arms, and the sun can only go up bit by bit.
About half an hour later, the sun finally broke free from the embrace of Mother Earth and jumped up. Ah, how spectacular and beautiful! In an instant, the vast sea of clouds is illuminated by the red light of the sun and colorful. Under the cover of the sea of clouds, only small peaks are exposed, just like small coral reefs in the sea ... People are filled with emotion and admire the beautiful scenery on the earth!
This spectacular scene also excites me. Ah, the sunrise indicates the beginning of a new day, full of hope and light! Ah, sun, you bring warmth and light!
Fan Wen 14 is getting closer and closer to March 30th, and I am getting more and more excited, because the school held the spring sports meeting that day, and the project I signed up for was face-to-face relay. Finally looking forward to this day, I got up early, came to school, and took a bus with my classmates to Xuanwu Stadium.
The sports meeting has started, and all the competitions are going on in an orderly way. On the field, athletes race against time; Outside the stadium, all classes of cheerleaders cheered and the atmosphere was very warm.
The most exciting race is the relay race. The competition is about to start, and the athletes in all classes are gearing up and can't wait to win glory for their classes. In the same mood, I stood in the queue anxiously waiting for the game to start. With a gunshot, the athletes of each class rushed out of the baseline at the same time and ran forward quickly. The students in our class went to the opposite side first, but when handing in the baton, the baton fell to the ground because of excessive tension and was surpassed by other classes; But this did not discourage everyone, but worked harder to catch up. At this moment, it's my turn. I stood in my position, quickly picked up the stick and rushed forward with all my strength. There is only one thought in my heart: catch up, catch up! Stick after stick, our class is getting closer and closer to the first place, finally catching up with the first place and surpassing it. Finally, with the joint efforts of all the athletes in the class, we won the first place in the face-to-face relay of the whole grade. I jumped up with the other players: yeah! We won! Teachers and classmates in our class are very happy: our class is really great!
Through this sports meeting, I deeply feel that the teachers and classmates in our class are United and great.
Being at home is like living in a big happy family, caring for and encouraging each other. I sincerely hope that every member of this big family will make continuous progress and be happy!
The clock on the wall is ticking away. Suddenly, the door creaked and opened gently.
Through the sunshine of the window, I saw a tall and burly figure. I quickly closed my eyes, still counting "ticking" in my mind.
He is my father. Although he always looks serious and difficult to blend in with people, his heart loves me very much. When I was a child, my father always stared at me and slept quietly in the night. Father is very busy all day, and he will definitely take time to see me in the evening.
Vaguely, I heard my father's light footsteps, and the faint light accompanied my father's love, comparable to the sunshine. This will not only affect my sleep, but will immerse me in the scenery in my heart.
My father approached me gradually, and I was very nervous, afraid of being discovered by my father, because my father was a shrewd man.
"Bell", dad's cell phone suddenly rang. I realized that my father didn't come home from work until now, and he came to see me in a hurry. I don't know why I really want to see my father after a hard day's work, and I really want to see my father who has worked hard for me. So, I rubbed my sleepy eyes with my hand and saw my father who had worked hard all day. Before my father recovered, I didn't want to be exposed by my father, so I said a "sly" word to my father: "Dad, your cell phone ringtone is too loud! It woke me up, you know? I just had a good dream! " "Oh, really? Then can you tell me? " My father's eyes lit up and smiled, "You are my daughter. Of course I'm glad you had a good dream, but I'm afraid you didn't fall asleep just now! "
I smiled, so did my father. I opened the faint wrinkles and narrowed my eyes.
What kind of dream is that?