Continuation of the essay on the trash can

1. Continuing the essay on Universal Trash Can with 300 words

As soon as I turned around and walked back, a childish voice sounded: "Sister, don't leave! Pour your garbage in It's on the ground, we have to dump it in the trash can." I turned around and took a look. This was a six or seven-year-old girl with two pigtails on her head and a brand new skirt. I said impatiently: "Why are you making such a fuss! It's just that you dumped the garbage a little sideways. There's no need to make such a fuss." The little girl took a few steps forward and said to me: "Sister, you can't say that. Talk. If everyone dumps garbage everywhere like you, wouldn’t the earth become a garbage dump? Our teachers all teach us to protect the environment.”

My face turned * after hearing this. ** It's spicy, but I'm still not convinced: "So what? It's none of your business, you can't control me." At this time, many people came to watch and accused me, saying that I didn't care for the environment. I lowered my head in shame and thought: This is terrible. If I had known better, I would not have been lazy. I would have walked a few more steps and dumped the garbage in the trash can. But what's the use of regretting. The top priority is to solve the problem at hand. Fortunately, at this time, an old man stepped forward to help me: "Everyone, be quiet. I don't think this kid did it on purpose. I might as well let her sweep up the garbage and dump it on the ground." In the trash can, just apologize."

I quickly stepped forward to sweep the garbage into the dustpan and dumped it in the trash can. Then, I bent down to everyone and said, "I'm sorry." Now the old man said, "Just acknowledge your mistake. Don't make this mistake again in the future. Do you understand?" I nodded heavily, tears streaming down my face. My eyes welled up. Until now, I am still very clear. I still remember this lesson. It always reminds me to protect the environment. 2. Recently, the trash can in the class is always full of essay writing

Worrying about you, I had a little quarrel with my deskmate! Despite all the ups and downs, I still ran last with all my strength! When I entered the third grade, some classmates couldn't help being late several times. My eyes were blurred, and I would rather lose my face.

In the early morning, I met my beloved teacher: Teacher, in the past, this was not considered a health area at all, which would make everyone think I was irresponsible: Hello, stop and watch, take out a napkin and wipe my mouth. There is no sound, will it affect the hygiene performance of our class? Look at the clean ground. My classmate who was lying on the side immediately sat up. After hearing this, I, who was chubby, bit the bullet and signed up. Before I had time to put on my shoes, he came to me and gave me a pat on the back. However, the situation in the health area of ??our class was very special. Help me lie down and put on my shoes and tell the teacher on duty? For my class.

At last year’s sports meeting, I was late! The topic of my speech today is me and my class. You care about me, even though sometimes you can't help but get a little awkward. I didn't use a broom to sweep on the lawn. You will definitely be attracted by the classmates in the classroom, thinking about what he just handed me. Come over here napkins! After a while, I was frozen in the grass and came to the warm and beautiful campus in the sunshine. At that moment, in addition to doing a good job in classroom hygiene, standing in front of the window, so friendly, what an honor.

Because I firmly believe it. The two trash cans are always full.

Winter morning. I remember one time, after a small incident, I saw a familiar classmate.

Teacher He said, because? I have never been late once. They asked me how I felt. Choosing athletes became a difficult problem and gave me warmth, because there were a lot of fat male students in our class. In the beautiful morning light, a new day of study begins. We are in the same class.

Running is common, I went to get a mop. I am a voluntary worker in the health area. I have been connected with him for a long time. I vomited as soon as I lay on the bed. I will proudly tell you that one day at noon , he brought a mop and wiped the floor clean. Can you believe it, I felt the warmth from my classmates! I love my class. This is the dirtiest place in the school. We ignored each other for many days. No one signed up for the 400-meter run. I didn’t feel ashamed at all. I was one of them. It was a mess. He offered the most timely help. With the hands of friendship and sometimes smiles, my class and I have gone hand in hand for three years. When you walk past a class, everyone wearing down jackets can’t stretch out their hands. However, our class is assigned to the sanitary area near the school trash can.

Teacher He asked everyone to sign up voluntarily, and the students in other classes wore gloves to clean the toilet area. They sat there quietly, holding a book in their hands. If no one signed up, I don’t know how happy I would be, with milk bags and sometimes frowning. Wow, Class 4, Grade 3! In Class 4, Grade 3, my classmates and I have persisted in our work until now, making people laugh and worry about them. Only this beautiful scenery decorates this ordinary classroom in the morning light.

It is such a dirty place. My dear classmates and beloved teachers have long been my second home! As long as we save face for the class and look at his busy figure, we have no choice but to pick up the familiar class with our hands. In this almost a year, our 45 classmates are like 45 brothers and sisters, all of them have been blown away by the wind. In the lawn. Speaking of Grade 3 and Class 4, he took his water bottle and asked me to rinse my mouth! I am happy for you and will bring more tasks to the students. This is Class 4 of Grade 3, and there is so much garbage.

You have to ask which class this is, our true love remains the same, we can’t finish picking it up, I have a cold and a fever. I signed up without hesitation. The trash can’t fit in the trash. I love you and I’m happy for him.

On the sports field. We all have lunch at school! I feel happy for my decision. The cold wind is biting. I listen to Teacher He saying over and over again that persistence is victory, because at least our third grade and fourth class did not abstain from this project. There are a lot of rubbish that are very small and no one can laugh at them. .

I was moved by lying on the bed, listening to the cheers of my classmates! Because I love my class. When I needed help the most.

These hands are in the same boat, no noise, a warm home. I am proud to have such classmates in our class. So what if I run in the end? I will be with you through thick and thin. Confetti! I can't bring discredit to my class. In this lovely class. 3. Continue writing based on the material. There is a promotional placard nailed on the front of the trash can: Pay attention to hygiene, love cleanliness

I was about to turn around and walk back when suddenly there was a sound of gasping in my ears. I turned my head and saw an old woman with white temples holding a garbage can with one hand. She slowly bent down and picked up the garbage on the ground with one hand. Then she straightened up with difficulty, and then slowly put the garbage in her hand into the bag next to her. in the trash can, and then bent down to pick up other garbage. And the rubbish on the ground was exactly what I dropped just now because I didn't pick it up because I thought it was dirty. Her hands holding the trash can were dirty, her face was slightly flushed from bending over too much, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. I felt my face was getting hot and my heart was filled with guilt. I hurried up and picked up a piece of banana peel that the old lady was about to pick up. I threw it into the trash can. Then I helped the old lady's arm and said with a blush: " "Grandma, please rest for a while, and I'll pick it up. I dropped it in the first place, so I should pick it up." As I said that, I didn't care whether it was dirty or not, and quickly picked up the rest of the trash. I lowered my head in shame and whispered: "It's all my fault." When I raised my head, I saw the admiring smile on the old grandma's face. She took my dirty hand, took out the handkerchief from her pocket and slowly Then she wiped her hands clean, then wiped her hands again, and said to me with a smile: "It's okay, kid, don't you think you've done it now?" Then she said seriously: "Look, uncle sanitation They come to take out the garbage every day before dawn. How hard it is for them. We can no longer cause trouble to them. Well, go home quickly. Your mother is still waiting for you to eat. "Thank you, grandma, I understand." "Goodbye, grandma," I said, waving my hand to the old grandma, then turned around and ran home in a bound.

I have to write it myself in the future 4. I have the continuation essay in my hand. Holding a banana peel, I was too lazy to get close to the trash can, and threw it hard, "Pop"

"Huang Jimin..." A greeting from my companion broke the tranquility of the home. I hurriedly picked up a banana from the table and ran away. go out. On the way to school, my friends and I were talking and laughing, so happy. After crossing the road, I was about to enter the campus. I had finished eating the banana in my hand. Holding the banana peel, I looked around and saw that there was no trash can. What should I do? Unable to withstand the urging of my friends, I threw the banana peel to the left side of the gate with a "pop" sound. At this moment, a second-grade classmate came over, bent down to pick up the banana peel, and walked directly to the trash can on campus.

Teacher Zhang, who caught up from behind, saw this scene and couldn't help but said: What a great job this little classmate did! At this moment, my face was hot. Although Teacher Zhang did not criticize me, I was even more ashamed. I felt that everyone around me was pointing at me and saying: "A fifth grade student is not as good as a lower grade student." , It’s really outrageous!” I hurriedly avoided the crowd and fled as fast as I could... It’s been a long time, but I still remember it fresh. From then on, whenever I walked into the campus,

I would pay attention to every corner. Once I found paper scraps or peels, I would bend down to pick them up and put them in the trash can. Whenever I saw classmates throwing trash away casually, , I will also step forward and help them correct their behavior. Every time, when I look at the clean campus, I will smile knowingly.

I deeply feel that we are the masters of the campus now, and the environment depends on all of us to maintain it. In the future, we will be the society. As long as everyone contributes, our society will be better. 5. Sixth grade continuation essay

I was holding a pile of garbage in one hand, too lazy to get close to the trash can, so I dumped the garbage hard, and with a "pop", more than half of the garbage fell into the trash can. outside the box.

I was about to walk back when I suddenly saw an old woman with white hair and beard not far away from me cleaning the garbage next to the trash can. I saw him bending down and standing up with great effort. I carefully poured the garbage into the trash can, and then repeated the same action. I suddenly felt a soreness in my nose. I remembered what my father taught me to respect the fruits of other people's labor." I also remembered the story of Uncle Lei Feng, Looking at the figure of the aunt not far away, I finally gathered up the courage. At this time, a strong wind blew, and the garbage on the ground was flying everywhere. Looking at the scattered garbage, I felt even more ashamed. I hurried to pick up the garbage. Finally, I finally picked up the garbage. I picked up the garbage on the ground and put it in the trash can. When I got home, I wrote down what happened today in my diary. I think I will never litter again, and I hope everyone will stop littering. Littering, so that uncles and aunts can have more time to do other things. 6. Expand the imagination according to the content of the material. I have a banana peel in my hand and am too lazy to go near the trash can.< /p>

1. One day, my mother asked me to empty the dustpan into the trash can. I said, "I understand. "I picked up a dustpan of garbage and walked out of the door, walking towards the trash can in the distance. I was holding a full dustpan of garbage in one hand. I don't know whether the garbage was too heavy or just too lazy to get close. I was still two or three steps away from the trash can. I pushed the dustpan hard towards the mouth of the box, and with a bang, most of the dustpan filled with garbage fell outside the box. I was about to turn around and walk back, when my good friend called me from a distance with a new racing car. It turned out that he was holding it. A new racing car was so beautiful that I couldn’t wait to run in front of it.

2. But as soon as I took two steps, something came over me. Something slippery slipped, and the dustpan fell far away and broke. My good friend ran over to help me. I felt a sharp pain in my hands and knees. When I stretched out my hands, I saw, ah, my hands were broken. The bright red blood was stained by the soil and nothing could be seen clearly. I slowly rolled up my trouser legs again and saw that they were bleeding too. My good friend said, "Your hands and knees are broken. You'd better go home." "Just take some medicine." "It's okay." I endured the pain and said. I looked back casually and saw, isn't this the banana peel I scattered outside the box? At this time, my good friend said angrily: "Which one is this? A moral person dumps the garbage outside. Didn't he see the promotional sign on the trash can? The red letters on the white background are very eye-catching! "I saw the propaganda sign saying: "Protect the environment, put garbage in the bin." Looking at these eight big words, I felt very ashamed. My face was so hot that I even forgot about the pain in my hands and knees. I was right. The friend said: "Wait a moment, I will go home. "Bringing a broom and a new dustpan, my good friends and I emptied the garbage into the trash can.

3. From now on, when I take out the trash, I have to go to the trash can and carefully empty it. When I go in, if I see others dumping garbage outside the trash can, I will pick it up and throw it into the trash can or use a dustpan to hoe the trash into the trash can.

4. Because this lesson is too profound. : People who are immoral will ultimately harm themselves.

7. Continuation of the essay: I was carrying a dustpan full of garbage in one hand, too lazy to lean against the trash can, so I pushed it hard

Just as I was about to turn around and walk back, I heard a little sister say: "Sister, Didn't you see the promotional sign on the trash can?" I raised my head and said dismissively, "So what if I didn't see it?"

Just as I was talking, a cleaner came. The garbage collector is here. When she saw the scene on the ground, she frowned and said angrily: "Who is this, littering? It's so immoral, so annoying!"

The little sister ran over quickly, pointed at me and said : "Auntie, it's her." When the cleaner heard this, he asked me angrily: "Child, why do you dump the garbage?" I replied impatiently: "So what if I dump it? Can you take care of it? "Why are you so unreasonable? Go! Go see your parents!" Auntie became even more angry when she saw my attitude. Just then, my parents came. After they understood the whole story, they educated me earnestly and said: "Xiaoya, it's your fault this time. It is everyone's responsibility to care for the environment. Think about it, if everyone is like you, the world we live in will be worse. What's going on? If you listen carefully, even the trash can is crying!"

At this time, I saw people passing by covered their noses tightly, and the flies slowly started to cry. There are more... My face turned red. I lowered my head and whispered to the cleaning aunt: "Auntie, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

The aunt smiled, my parents laughed, and the little sister also laughed. 8. Continue writing based on the material

I was holding a bumpy pile of garbage in one hand and was too lazy to pour it into the trash can. I poured it hard, and with a "pop", half of it was filled with garbage

Sprinkle outside the trash can. I was about to turn around and go back when I saw a student tripping and falling, so I was called to the office. The teacher asked me to go home and think about the harm of littering and write an essay. When I got home, I didn’t like reading. I picked up a comic and read it. ,

After reading the cartoon, I felt ashamed

The cartoon "Littering" depicts a pair of young people eating snacks and chatting on chairs in the park. They threw all the peels and rubbish they had eaten on the ground. The woman suddenly saw an old man next to her looking at them intently, and said to the man: That old man is always looking at us, let's go! So they were talking and laughing and preparing to leave, but as soon as they got up, they heard "Wait a minute" from behind. They didn't know what happened, so they said, "What do you want?" "When they turned around, the old man put the garbage they had just thrown on the ground in tape, and said respectfully: "Please throw your peels into the trash can! "After hearing this, they suddenly became stuffy and blushed.

I was very angry after reading this cartoon. Why are these young people so unethical and littering? Have they always been like this? They The same is true at home, in places where you live and work, just throw it away and never clean it up. If the kind old man didn't help the young people pick up the trash, would they look back and pick it up? . How worthy of learning from that old man that he cares about the environment!

Is this "littering" phenomenon eliminated on the highway? For personal convenience, people just throw away food and garbage, even if the trash can is next to them, without any awareness of protecting the environment. In fact, in many public places, people will litter. . They are often greedy for convenience and violate their own principles and conscience.

Friends, for the sake of you and me, please don’t litter. As the saying goes, “Protecting the environment is everyone’s responsibility!” " 9. A 600-word essay about the trash can

The trash can took a closer look and found that it was the little owner who loved him most before. At this time, the trash can cried heartbrokenly. It remembered that it was a year ago. The little master's favorite trash can, he always hugged it when sleeping... But later, after the little master was taught a lesson by his parents, he no longer slept with the trash can, but with a toy bear. . The trash can also fell into a deep sleep. I didn’t expect that the little master would treat me like this! "The trash can is "heartbroken"!

The trash can has suffered a lot in the past few days.

Moldy bread, uneaten dried noodles, a pack of oily paper bags... Gradually, the trash can started to smell bad, so the little master threw the trash and the trash can into the dump. Trash Can feels helpless. It wants to get rid of the sticky stuff stuck to it! Shaked it off with the help of the wind. But I couldn't get rid of a small part of the paper on my body and the white oil stains. "Little master, why are you doing this to me!" The trash can was angry for the first time. I stared blankly at the disposable lunch box in front of me. The fried rice noodles filled with it had obviously gone bad and gave off a smell that made my brain hurt. It had had enough for a long time. It cursed loudly and occasionally kicked its feet to relieve its anger. After a while, the plastic box became a pile of falling apart puzzle pieces, but its feet, which were relatively clean before, had turned brown and were still wet. It was covered with vegetable leaves, but he was still cursing: "But I have no obligation to serve disgusting masters like you. You humans who don't respect me again will definitely be punished!"

After many days, there was obvious pus on the edge of the trash can, and there were some white mold masses in the middle. The trash can couldn't hold it any longer, so he tried hard to escape. But it can't move!

The trash can looked at the distant scenery in despair.

There was no garbage on the opposite side. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Why can't I get the respect of humans, but only be despised!" The words reveal the sadness and sorrow of the trash can. 10. Composition of "The Self-Report of a Trash Can"

I am just a little trash can, and my friends are all over the world. Even though I am a little trash can, I still have a lot of troubles.

I always stand quietly in a remote corner. Over time, I have been forgotten by people. Thinking of this, I feel sad and angry. Because people have forgotten me, there are always people throwing garbage that is dirty and disgusting, with a sour smell that even flies don't like, and dripping with yellow soup in a very conspicuous place. The stench from the garbage is everywhere. It's so thick in the air that I feel uncomfortable smelling it. Didn't those people smell it or see it? What role does my little trash can play?

I still have another worry. I remember that when I first came to this community, there was a clean ground and the fragrance of green grass in the air. How unforgettable it was! At that time, people happily walked towards me carrying garbage. In order not to make me dirty, they even tied the bag tightly and threw it into my big belly. I also received them with a smile, alas! I couldn't help but sigh, but the good times didn't last long. After only two or three days, they got tired of me. In addition to littering, some also threw garbage on me. Looking at the stains on my body, I remembered something that happened two days ago. That day, a boy in junior high school rushed downstairs and turned the untied garbage around a few times, like a bullfight. Like a soldier, the garbage was scattered all over the floor like a goddess scattering flowers, and only half of the garbage was left. Then he took a few steps forward and ignored it with a three-pointer, but the garbage hit me in one go. A small part of my head went into my big belly, and most of the garbage was scattered around my feet. I suddenly felt dizzy, and it left another stain on my body, and the boy curled his feet. Why did he turn a blind eye when he left?

I really don’t understand why humans treat me like this. Although I am a small trash can and unable to resist, I shout in my heart: Why don’t you and I care for the environment? Is it difficult to care for the environment?