A 200-word essay on my brothers accompanying me throughout my life

Mr. Lu Xun once said, "There is no road in the world. When more people walk, it becomes a road." And my growth path is not only made of the sweat of labor, but also a path that requires optimism. Only with a heart, a wise brain, a noble character, and sufficient courage can you build your own growth path.

I have gone through 9 spring and autumn years. Looking back on every bit of the past, some are sad and some are happy. In these years, the saddest thing for me was the primary school life of looking up the dictionary in 2000, which made me feel the splendor of life. But more worries and study pressure made me stronger. Having an optimistic mood and enough courage allows me to face the difficulties of life, constantly improve myself, and surpass myself!

Everyone is writing history. Let me have a normal heart, adapt to ordinary life, and enjoy a wonderful life. I cannot decide the length of life, but I can expand the width of life. Let us leave a string of beautiful memories on the road to growth

My growth is reading. A 200-word essay

Many people like to read, and I am no exception. Books bring me endless knowledge, and books teach me how to be a human being, because there is a house of gold in the book, and there is a beauty like jade in the book.

Reading, in this world of knowledge that contains infinite fun between the lines, I can travel to my heart's content, I can have long conversations with great people, I can relax my body and mind...

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Before going to bed every night, I always like to take a swim in the ocean of knowledge to relax my body and mind after a day of studying. In my opinion, reading is the most effective mood mediator. When I feel anxious, I pick up a book and I miraculously become happy. I tasted and thought about it carefully, and I understood, because the book is like a good teacher and friend, it touches me gently, comforts me, and soothes the impetuousness in my soul and the anxiety in my soul...

There is so much fun in reading, I can’t finish thinking about it or talking about it. In short, you can gain knowledge and have fun at the same time. This is the joy of reading. That brother gave me an essay on "My Ideal" of about 200 words.

On the first day of elementary school, I sat in a low, decaying adobe classroom. The sunlight slanted into the room, and I was The wooden window lattice is square and square, and a few grains of dust are flying in the sunlight.

Looking back today, the air at that time still maintains a fresh smell. The teacher waved his long eyelashes, flashed his big eyes that could water, and his two dark long braids hung down to his hips, like two A strange string puppet was twisting and dancing on her back.

I sat in the front row, and the sun shone unbridled on my face.

The teacher asks every child what his ideal is when he grows up! When it was my turn, workers, peasants, teachers, and scientists of the People's Liberation Army were all fooled by others. I lay lazily on the table and said that when I grew up, I wanted to be a push button. As soon as I finished speaking, I burst into laughter (pressing buttons is considered a push button). what ideal).

A joke seemed to have filled the room for a long time. I said the most ridiculous thing and ignited them. I could see the laughter. They squeezed out of the window with a bang, as if they had wings. , they flew around as soon as they went out the window, some hit the wall of the 20,000 house, and the rest jumped into the sky and disappeared.

Everyone was laughing, but I was still immersed in the unbridled sunshine. Those blurry figures laughing exaggeratedly turned green in my sun-drenched eyes.

The teacher explained it to me and classified me as a scientist. The teacher said that I just couldn't express my meaning with words.

I have seen those who push buttons. My grandmother lives in a distant city. I saw those push buttons on the TV at my grandma’s house. I am a lazy person, and the job of pressing buttons is clean and leisurely. , I like that kind of work.

Twenty years have passed, and most of the children who once laughed at me are like me, buried in their own lives.

Later, I threw down my hoe, dusted myself off, and went to study in a spacious and bright classroom for a few years. I also made a living through photography in a daze, and one day after I finished shooting, In the dim studio, I pressed the empty shutter over and over again, suddenly thinking of the ideal I had when I was a child... "A 200-word summary composition of the Seven Calabash Brothers"

The seven Calabash Brothers each have their own strengths, some are good at fire attacks, some are good at water attacks, and some are extremely powerful... At first, each Calabash Brothers is alone When I challenge the snake demon, I always fail.

Why is this? This is because they are not united as one, and collective power is the strongest.

In the end, the Calabash brothers also understood this truth, and together they worked hard to defeat the vicious snake demon and rescued the respected grandfather.

I like "Calabash Brothers". It makes me understand better the meaning of "inches are strong, rulers are short" and "united as one". Everyone has their own advantages and disadvantages, but If we unite and pool our strengths, we will definitely be able to overcome greater difficulties. Rewrite the memory of brothers in Shandong on September 9 into a short essay of about 200 words

Rewrite the memory of brothers in Shandong on September 9 by Lu Weiwei One morning, I was alone as a guest in a foreign country. The people and the place were unfamiliar, and I felt lonely.

Every time during the festive season, I miss my relatives at home even more.

I was in a distant place, thinking that my brothers, sisters and brothers must have climbed every mountain.

I really wish I could climb every mountain.

I really want to go to the brothers all at once and climb to high places with them.

But I saw that all the brothers were standing on a high place with beautiful dogwood trees. I was the only one missing. The brothers all climbed up to the high place happily.

(//zzwlbxx/ShowArtiContent.asp?type=1290amp; id=906) Rewrite "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" - Deng Wenjing The Double Ninth Festival is here, and many people are climbing mountains with relatives and friends. Wear dogwood, drink chrysanthemum wine, and celebrate the festival happily.

I stayed in a small shop. I was sitting on my desk, looking at the bright moon. I remembered scenes of the festivals I had with my brothers and sisters last year: I went hiking with my brothers that day. , wearing a dogwood on his chest, and taking home-made chrysanthemum wine, drinking and playing, his little brother Wang Jindong was hiding in Tibet, as if he was playing some game.

The eldest brother Wang Kang was drinking and memorizing sutras, very attentive.

We played for most of the time and then went home after drinking the chrysanthemum wine.

As these scenes flashed by, I felt bursts of sadness. In this sad emotion, I wrote this poem: "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th."

Tears flowed down my face, and there were tear stains on the paper. At this time, how I longed for my brothers to appear in front of me! (//thjy.edu.cn/user1/1083/archives/2006/28001) Rewritten poem "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" November 14, 2006 Autumn passed in the blink of an eye, and the annual Double Ninth Festival came again.

I sat alone in front of the window, drinking wine.

I miss my relatives in my hometown more and more, and I can’t help but wonder what my brothers are doing? Have you already put on the dogwood and climbed high? Are you drinking fragrant chrysanthemum wine and reciting poems on the top of the mountain? How I want to spread my wings and fly back to spend the happy Double Ninth Festival with them! Unfortunately, I am out of town.

Think of this.

I couldn't help but shed tears again. I can't celebrate the festival with my relatives. I can only wish my relatives and brothers good health and happiness every day! (//blog.sina.cn/s/blog_4962350a010006i0) Just "edit" it yourself and it will become a new article. Banana Essay 200 Words

"The two brothers are so harmonious. They sit side by side every day. When I was young, I liked green clothes, and when I grow up, I always wear yellow clothes.” Do you know who it is? That's bananas.

... It is best to write it yourself. I only provide the beginning and the end... It is best to use some explanation methods in the middle. You can also write about the types of bananas and its growth process.

And what it looks like.

"The two brothers are so harmonious. They sit side by side every day. They liked green clothes when they were young and wore yellow clothes when they were old." I love bananas, their cuteness, their deliciousness, and their wonder. growth process. An essay about gaining friends is about 200 words

Friends, this strange but familiar word, is the support of our life and the indispensable wealth in our life. It is this word that makes me understand life. , it is friends who lead us to success.

I think the word "friend" sounds very simple, but the meaning of this simple word is something that many people cannot understand forever. Only those who have had true friends can understand the true meaning of this word. The meaning of "Friends" is that my friends made me understand that human friendship is priceless and cannot be measured by any amount of money.

Friends will always be by your side. It is they who speak poorly in front of us, but friends praise you like a god to others.

Brothers are brothers when they settle accounts, and friends don’t care whether they have money in their pockets or not. No wonder we can’t become brothers, but we are closer than brothers when we are with friends.

It is friends who make you feel that the world is not alone. Because I have been with you all my life, I will never forget our childhood of playing games~~~ My friend’s innocent vow to you. My friend exchanged his life for you. Today, friends are still closely connected despite being separated from each other on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. My friends will never change no matter where they go in heaven or hell. Friends are the ones I rely on throughout my life. It is you who have walked with me throughout my life, who have accompanied me through difficulties, and it is you who have helped me solve my problems.

A friend will never be lazy in asking you. This is a true friend. If you have such a friend, I wish you long-term success.

If I were to help define a friend, it would be forever~~~~~ This essay is written for all my friends~~ Friends, I hope we can be happy and walk through this life happily. Comparative essay of about 200 words

Mother, like a wall, blocks the wind and rain, and blocks the scorching sun, so that we small saplings that have not experienced wind and rain can thrive; mother, like a kind mother bird, Every day, we stroke the feathers of our young chicks with loving hands, encouraging us to fight for thousands of miles in the sky.

My mother is also like a wall. Like a mother bird, she takes great care of me and encourages me. What makes me especially grateful is that my mother often guides and encourages me when I am lost, so that the profound truth can be revealed to me. It took root in my heart that she was my first teacher.

I clearly remember that it was a few years ago. In an exam, I actually scored 86 points.

School was over, and the classmates all went home happily, but I packed my schoolbag slowly, with "golden beans" spinning in my eyes.

I dragged my tired body and walked home step by step with heavy steps.

Compared to the past, the schoolbag seems to be much heavier.

The birds on the tree were chirping, seeming to be laughing at me; the passers-by on the road seemed to be looking at me with contempt, giving out a subtle sneer; all I could see was my mother. The figure who tutored me in reviewing my homework in the middle of the night was filled with the expectant eyes of the teacher, and the ridicule and ridicule of my classmates... Everything made me feel ashamed.

When I finally got home, my mother understood everything when she saw my dejected look. She comforted me softly and told me how could I see the rainbow without going through the wind and rain.

Then, my mother also helped me analyze the topic and told me the ideas for solving the problem.

Under the guidance of my mother, I finally understood the root cause of the loss of points, and my mother also smiled happily.

Ah! Mother selflessly dedicates her love to us so that we can thrive.

Come, let us all be grateful to our mothers and do something for her, even if it is just washing feet and wiping tables and chairs. I believe that these trivial actions will surely soothe our mother’s tired heart. .

I remember that when I was young, I was very willful. My things could not be given to others or taken away by others without my permission.

One day, I came home from school and saw my cousin crying. My mother was holding the stuffed bear that I was about to throw away and coaxing her.

At that time, I was very A Scenery Essay 200 words

1. The sounds of nature are wonderful. As long as you listen carefully, you will definitely make new discoveries.

Listen, it is coming.

"Hu-hu-" It came quietly, like a gentle girl, playing a brisk tune without any noise, so pure and flawless.

In the morning, its crisp sound wakes up people in their sleep; in the afternoon it is so quiet, the sound of the wind drifts slightly in people's ears; in the evening, the light wind accompanies people who have worked hard for a day into sweet dreams .

In the sky, the cloud girls are all wearing black cloaks, clustering together like dancing.

"Boom, boom", and then a light appeared in the sky, and the two brothers also came to join in the fun. These two bad guys scared the people on the street so much that they were like rats crossing the street, running around with their heads in their hands.

And what about them? Still causing trouble.

The streaks of lightning illuminated the pitch-black sky as bright as day, like a giant dragon flying in the sky.

"Papa papa -" is like a wordless song. Listen, this is the sound of rain falling on the earth, and it seems to be saying hello to the earth! "Sha la la -" Listen, this is the sound of rain falling on the leaves. I don't know what the two of them are whispering! "Crash-" Listen, this is the sound of Yu falling in the creek, as if the child Yu is unhappy and crying! "Ding dong, ding dong?" Listen, what is this sound? Oh, it turned out to be rain falling on the roof, and the raindrops dripping down the eaves, as if some world-famous pianist was playing! All the sounds in the rain merged into a beautiful symphony, which is thought-provoking... 2.. I deeply knew that the moment I slipped, it meant that many lives could survive, and I was very proud.

I believe that it should be the most beautiful scenery that belongs to me! Under the strong sunlight, I transformed into water vapor, merged with my brothers and sisters from all directions, and turned into a white cloud.

The wind slapped our bodies, and we moved forward.

Looking at the earth in the blue sky, I couldn't help but feel happy: the big tree in the sky is trying its best to grow upward, hoping to have more contact with me; the flowers on the ground dance in the wind to greet me; And the green grass is smiling... The beautiful scenery along the way, I can't help but sigh: How great mother nature is, nurturing thousands of lives, making their lives full of laughter and full of joy. happy.

But at this moment, I saw a dry field, and the crops were miserable due to the sun. The happy news stopped singing, and there was no more laughter on my face. .

My heart trembled when I saw this.

There was no time to say goodbye, no time to say anything, so I changed my body and ran towards the field I had been waiting for for a long time.

In the air, I didn’t have any sadness at all, I didn’t look back at those regretful eyes, and I didn’t pay attention to such hurtful words! I know, my life is almost over! But I have no regrets.

I ran down with a smile on my face! I penetrated into the soil and tried to use the last bit of my strength to find those roots. Finally, I fainted. When I woke up, I became one with the plant and rolled in its juice.

I don’t regret my decision! I know deeply that the moment I slipped, it meant that many lives could survive, and I am very proud.

I believe that it should be the most beautiful scenery that belongs to me! 3. People who love life treat spring as sincerely and persistently as they cherish their own lives.

An inconspicuous green, an insignificant touch of blue, will make his eyes sparkle, filled with the brilliance of youth: the lake in his heart will shine with ripples of happiness.

For those who love it, spring exudes magic and vitality all the time.

As a person who mostly lives in school, I have woken up from my dreams several times and opened the window - there is still no trace of spring... I should go to the mall to buy a pair of "finding mirrors". Because I can't see green.

So, I don’t know when spring crossed the threshold.

Until that day when I went to wash my face at the faucet, suddenly a green patch of grass rose from the ground - grass, there is grass! Haha, haha! My eyes are full of life and vitality.

How shocking! The campus transformed from an understatement sketch into a beautiful and moving oil painting and landscape painting overnight! Suddenly, my heart was like a pungent wild chrysanthemum, blooming with all its heart and effort, blooming! I don’t know when spring crossed the threshold and entered the campus.

It is a willow with leaf buds.

The small green and thin leaves are like the flower and bird paintings on the curtains, which are of course cuter.

When the spring breeze blows, they will touch each other, and I will touch you. Of course, they are not fighting.

They are kissing each other, encouraging each other, and playing with each other, just like children playing bumper cars, laughing and joking, extremely happy inside, friendly and sweet.

The branches of the willow are like the bright long hair of a beautiful woman, draped from shoulders to hips.

Wearing small green hairpins on her long hair, they float with the wind to the clear sky, enjoying the grace of the spring girl! I can't help but think of my first year of junior high school, my life in the first year of junior high school.

Because these beautiful picture albums are so much like a tape, they allow me to pick up my life in the first grade of junior high school one by one.

My first year of junior high school was not a happy one, I was not outstanding in my studies, and I would remain silent whenever sad things happened.

Once the teacher told me a "secret recipe for happiness", he said... So every time I was unhappy, I would always walk to the window as if conditioned to a conditioned reflex, and look quietly through the clear and clean glass. I looked at the little willow tree outside the window, chatting and chatting in my own unique language.

It once comforted me when I was hurt and made me find happiness again; it also encouraged me more than once, come on! come on! ——Growing leaves, blooming, and bearing fruit! In the days to come, Liu and I became a pair of very mysterious and good friends. I found the value of life and the hope of life in him! Today's willows have lush branches and leaves and are full of energy.

It can be said that "spring is the season of the year."

There are clumps of small pink and white flowers blooming around it. The flower vines build bridges, and each one is a naughty, cute and hard-working elf - bee, "buzzing", singing and dancing. .

Their singing is like an astonishing wave, which accidentally falls into the child's heart lake, so the heart lake throws out thousands of ripples like thousands of ropes to catch the wave.

"Caught!" A group of first-grade children shouted excitedly and happily.

I took back my heart that was scattered across the earth, smiled, turned around and walked back to the classroom.

Nature... 200-word essay on AIDS

AIDS patients are also human beings. AIDS--a word that cannot be ignored~ Today is the 16th AIDS Day . I have forgotten that from that day on, the slightly Western word AIDS broke into our lives. It woke us up from our slumber. It made us know AIDS, understand AIDS, fear AIDS, and stay away from AIDS. It is at this time that human nature is reflected. I am not very familiar with Pu Cunxin, but he is a famous AIDS ambassador. Maybe I can’t even write his name, but I admire him from the bottom of my heart because he has a A clear heart and a noble soul. In fact, I also know in my heart that AIDS is transmitted through sex, blood, and mother-to-child transmission. But even with the selfishness of human nature, I also protect myself. If someone stands in front of me and says If he wants to shake hands with me and tell me that he is an AIDS patient, I am afraid that I will be timid and hesitate. But what about him? Resolutely shake hands with them, eat, and communicate with them. Maybe these are too insignificant between normal people. But if it is between a normal person and an AIDS patient, then what a noble integrity it is. What a noble character. Great. They did it, but I really can't do it today. At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Maybe it's selfishness that obliterates my kindness. Maybe it's the awareness of self-protection that makes me put away my kindness. Today I can only Here we sing triumphant songs and praise in every possible way those who can achieve equality with AIDS patients. A 200-word essay on my stationery friend

Stationery is my good friend, and I am a good friend of stationery.

We help each other, let’s take a look at my life with stationery.

First of all, the schoolbag is the elder among stationery, because it contains the most knowledge in its "belly", and it also carries books, pencils, pencil cases, pens, rulers... The schoolbag must be very heavy for grandpa to carry. .

The second largest one is the pencil case, which also carries things, but instead of knowledge, it carries various pens.

My pencil case has two layers, and the pen is placed on the upper layer. It is wearing a black dress and a little black hat on its head. It looks good.

But its disadvantage is: if the words are written incorrectly, they cannot be erased.

But it made me more careful and attentive. If I write something wrong and cross it out, it will look ugly! The lower layer contains pencils, rulers, and erasers.

As the saying goes: A good memory is worse than a bad writing.

It means that no matter how good your memory is, you will always forget it, but as long as you write it down with a bad pen, you will never forget it.

Pencils, like chalk, sacrifice themselves, but let us gain knowledge, so we must listen carefully and make the sacrifice of pencils worthwhile.

The biggest advantage of the pencil doll is that it can be erased. When I write a typo, the manly eraser will volunteer to erase the typo for me.

The body of the ruler girl is straight. When connecting lines, it can help pencils and pens connect the lines straight.

Some of Lao San’s bodies are long and some are short. There are many pages inside, and there are many neat text compositions.

Guess who is the third child? By the way, it's a book.

The Chinese character dolls in the Chinese book taught me: how to write a composition, as well as starting sentences, transitional sentences, parallel relationships, parallel sentences... The flexible and clever numbers in the mathematics book made me understand I learned: division, multiplication, calculation of descending equations, calculation of vertical expressions of division and multiplication... Each letter in the English book gave me an extra language. I sometimes use it to have English conversations with my mother and take exams by the way. Mother.

There are also science, music, information technology, moral character, etc. Each book tells us different knowledge. I have to study hard so that I will have more and more knowledge in my head. Make me smarter.

Stationery and I are inseparable good friends, are you?

Family love is like a cup of honey, comforting you when you are bitter; family love is like a cup of bitter coffee, refreshing you when you are tired.

However, today the teacher taught us a cruel lesson.

As the sad music played, the teacher asked each of us to take out a piece of white paper and asked us to write down our five dearest people on the paper.

I was hesitant, but in the end I wrote down my parents, my parents, my grandparents and me on the paper.

The teacher said, "One of your relatives will leave you. Who will you choose? Please cross out its name." Tears rolled in my eyes, and in the end I had no choice but to cross it out. Grandma.

The teacher asked us to cross out another person. This time I crossed out myself.

I finally couldn't help it anymore, and tears flowed from my glasses from time to time.

But my heart seems to be telling me to be stronger! When the teacher asked me to cross out one person at the end, I chose Dad, but I regretted it because Dad always brought me a lot of delicious and fun things when he came back from business trips.

After finishing this class, many students gave up.

Although this class is cruel, I still thank you, teacher, because you let me know that family love can be cut at a distance.

I still remember a long time ago, I read this motto of Bernard Xiao: "Life is not a short candle, but a torch we hold temporarily. We must burn it very brightly and brilliantly." , and then hand it over to the next generation.

"I didn't understand it at first, but when I participated in the "Family-School Interactive Education" held by the 2002 class of the Basic Medical College, this sentence flashed into my mind again.

I seem to see bright and brilliant torches being passed.

Bernard Shaw expressed the true meaning of family love from the deepest level.

We often say: "Our life course is integrated into every wave of family affection, every set of melody, every exhortation, every laughter, every look, every step..." "However, the best love in the world does not only mean care, but more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom can be passed on.

I remember when my parents taught us, they often said: "We eat more salt than you eat, and the bridge we cross is longer than the distance you walk.

" We are always so young and frivolous and don't take it seriously.

We ignore that when the years slip away silently, they leave traces on their faces and temples. Naturally, many priceless wisdom and experiences will accumulate in their hearts.

They are always willing to give us everything they have, but we always stubbornly believe that this is no longer appropriate.

He ran around like a newborn calf until his body was bruised and his horns were bleeding. Then he ran towards them, rested his head on their arms, licked his wounds, and moved on.

Family-school interactive education builds a bridge between parents and students. Parents come to the podium to talk about their learning methods during their student days, their work experience, and how they Get along with strangers, talk about their expectations and confidence in our future, talk about their understanding of us... They grant us priceless treasures and pass on to us the torch that burns extremely brightly.

We accept all this with gratitude. Listening to their words is far better than reading ten years of books, and we have benefited a lot.

We feel everything with a delicate heart and feel the selflessness and unreservedness of family affection.

Parents who are full of wisdom, their image in our hearts is so majestic.

At the same time, we were also pleasantly surprised to find that they are eager to understand us and to be understood by us.

In fact, everyone can become close friends.

In this event, we have a deeper understanding of what family love is.

Family love is an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely, melancholy, weak, thirsty and sick, just look at it and your eyes will be filled with brilliance, and your soul will be comfortable, so you will not be lonely.

Then you will step forward quickly. With just a drop of water, the rolling ocean of life will spread in your heart.

Family love is the North Star in the dark night.

We once chased the goal and ignored its existence, until one day we couldn’t tell the direction, raised our heads slightly, and a beam of soft light guided us to take firm steps.

Family love is a harbor in sailing. When we hit the rocks again and again, we slowly sail in. There are no strong winds and waves here. We can stop here for a while, repair the wounds, prepare supplies, and set sail high again. .

……. Because family affection is great, so we are grateful for family affection.

At the same time, we are also grateful to the teachers for their careful cultivation. The "Sunshine Project" has set up a stage for us to show our multi-faceted talents; family education also allows us to understand the etiquette of respecting filial piety.

They inspired us to write the "worth ten thousand gold" letter home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, to send a greeting to our parents and say thank you.

They carefully prepared this communication activity between parents and children. They not only taught us earnestly, but also often communicated with us heart to heart. This is a blend of kindness and friendship.

So we are grateful not only for family ties, but also for teachers and students.

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