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The person I respect most is in my memory. I admit that I have respected many people, including teachers, cleaners, construction workers and so on. But the person I respect most is my grandfather. Here, you will definitely ask me: "What are your grandfather's great achievements worthy of your respect?". Yes, my grandfather is just an airplane mechanic. Other than that, everything is ordinary, but everything he says and does is worth learning. I didn't know what money was when I was young. All I know is that once the money is spent, you can buy things. I often ask grandpa for money, and nine times out of ten I don't want to come. I think grandpa is very stingy. At this time, I caught grandpa's handle. Once, grandpa saw a beggar. He smiled and quickly took a dollar. I don't know why, so I went out to see it. It turned out that grandpa actually gave the beggar a dollar, which is nothing to me now, but at that time, grandpa only gave me a few cents at a time, so I quickly grabbed him and said to him loudly, "Why do you want to give me a few cents?" Grandpa listened with a serious face. He said to me sternly, "Do you know what thrift means? He is a frugal person who doesn't spend a lot of money. Do you know what poverty alleviation means? That is, a person does not spend money indiscriminately, but saves it and donates it to the poor. Your living conditions are so good now, but do you know that children in mountainous areas go to school? Do you know that some of them are self-taught and some are too poor to be child laborers? Grandpa's words convinced me, and I bowed my head in shame. Grandpa, I will study hard and make progress every day. Everything you say and do is always worth learning. The people I respect most are around me, and there are many people who deserve my respect. They are all examples of my progress on the road of life. However, the person I respect most is Lu Yao, a late young writer in Shaanxi, and I will never meet him in my life. Lu Yao was born in 1949 and grew up in mountainous rural areas. 1969 After graduating from junior high school, he returned to the countryside to teach for several years. 1973 entered the Chinese Department of Yan 'an University, and started literary creation in the same year. Lu Yao is an extremely diligent writer. In his creative life, there are almost no real mornings, and every morning begins at noon. When writing the famous novel Ordinary World, which won the Mao Dun Literature Prize, he said that he used his youth or life to "gamble" his destiny. Every night, he trudges alone beyond other people's dreams and climbs to the top of his ideal life. Finally, he died of illness in Xi 'an in 1992 1 1 month. Lu Yao's life is hard, but it is he who has grasped the hardships that shows his greatness. In order to get to know him better, we might as well read his writing essay "Ordinary World"-this is a writer's mental journey and his confession as a man rather than a god. From here, we can hear an ordinary and great heart singing-"... I am by no means a saint. For decades, in the long process of hunger, cold, mistakes, setbacks and self-torture, I have been striving to pursue a goal. But to be honest, I can never be satisfied for a long time in this overly dramatic life. I am eager to focus on a heavy. Only in extremely heavy labor can people live more fully. This is my basic outlook on life ... "Whenever I read these words, I always feel that he is talking with me about the hardships, depression, pain and happiness in the creative process ... In short, that sentence is so sincere, so kind, so tearful, but so inspiring! As the saying goes, writing is like a person. When I read this article with tears over and over again, I really understood Lu Yao. This is a way of thinking about the present world, a way of putting aside life and death and desperately trying to leave words in his pen. At the same time, I also understand his indomitable spirit and motivation. Originally, before Lu Yao wrote "Ordinary World", he could easily spend his life in the literary world with his own works, especially the novella "Life" which had great influence on society. They, like some writers, refused to continue their efforts because of the fame of a work, but were content to type some trivial articles to prove that they were still alive. However, Lu Yao deserves to be called Lu Yao. He didn't do that because, as he himself said, "as long as you don't lose your great sense of mission and keep a clear head, you can't keep the ship of life in a warm harbor for a long time." "We should set sail again, sail for the stormy waves of life and enjoy the infinite scenery. We must not only overcome failure, but also surpass victory. " In the six years of writing "Ordinary World", the pain and pressure that Lu Yao suffered was unimaginable and unbearable for ordinary people. There are both the pain caused by living environment and the pain caused by their own diseases; There are both external public opinion pressures and their own pressures. These have been accompanied by every day and night of his writing. However, these books cannot overwhelm ambitious and responsible people. Finally, at dinner on May 25th, 1988,/kloc-0, he drew the last full stop for this book with his huge sum of money. This means that he has contributed another awakening work to the world, which means that he has surpassed himself again. However, his illness is incurable ... Who can deny that he would have contributed more and better works to us if it hadn't taken his life? I am an ordinary literature lover. However, on the road of pursuing literary dreams, no one helped and guided me. You can imagine the frustration caused by countless submissions. If the spirit of Lu Yao hadn't inspired me all the time, it would be difficult for me to continue writing. I respect him and hope I can write touching works like him. The person I respect most is Grandma Wang, because she often helps those who are in trouble. Last year, for example. Grandma Wang and I were neighbors at that time. Li Nainai, who is over 60 years old, lives upstairs. Grandma Wang is older than Li Nainai. Li Nainai was ill at that time. Her son listened to a witch and told him to put Li Nainai in a dark room. Li Nainai's son listened to the witch. Li Nainai, who was ill, was shut up in a dark room. A few days later, Li Nainai's son left and took all the money with him. Before long, Li Nainai's condition became more serious. Grandma Wang is very sad, so she sends food to Li Nainai every day. She also invited a doctor to Nai Nai, Li See. Soon, Li Nainai recovered, and Li Nainai was very grateful to her after her illness. But Grandma Wang said, "What are you thankful for?" My classmate Xiaoli asked me to go out to play, and I promised her and went out. At noon, when I came back, I saw that my door was locked and there was no key, so I cried. Grandma Wang heard my crying and came out and said to me, "Your parents have something to go out. Why don't you eat here?" Grandma Wang said enthusiastically. I agreed. My mother went to thank her when she knew, but she refused. I love Grandma Wang because she has a kind heart. The person I respect most, she works in an ordinary post, but she has an extraordinary performance. She is of medium height, with long waterfall hair and a pair of half-rimmed glasses. She looks very gentle. She, working in an ordinary post, has an extraordinary performance. She is of medium height, with long waterfall hair and a pair of half-rimmed glasses. She looks very gentle. She is very strict with us. I remember one time, I was late on duty. She severely criticized me and said, "On the day of duty, every student on duty must arrive early. You are ten minutes late. " I was about to explain when she said, "Don't make excuses, it won't work next time." So, she punished me for copying the text, and that serious face didn't allow me to have any excuses. At this time, my heart swelled, thinking, I have never been punished by the teacher for copying the text from grade one to grade four, but today I am really angry because of such a trivial matter! When I got home, I was unhappy and prone on my desk to copy the text. My mother saw it and asked me why. "My parents are relieved to have such a good and strict teacher to teach you. You must study hard and be strict with yourself! " It suddenly dawned on me that the teacher's purpose was to make me understand: "Do everything seriously." She cares about us very much and always tries her best to arouse students' enthusiasm for learning. When school started, she began to organize a "book corner" with us. In order to organize this book corner, she not only called a meeting of the class Committee, but also discussed with the whole class during the class meeting and worked out ways together. She always listens to her classmates' suggestions with an open mind and respects us very much at class meetings. Looking at her kindly face, the students expressed their opinions and were very interested. The next day, some students took out pocket money to buy locks, and some students took out their own books and set up our "book corner" by exchanging and adding new books. It not only enriches our extracurricular knowledge, but also improves our reading ability and stimulates our interest in learning Chinese. She is more concerned about students with poor academic performance and tries her best to get some students with poor academic performance to do research. Usually, after school every day, she is always the last one to leave the classroom, leaving her classmates who didn't finish their homework or made mistakes that day and giving them patient and meticulous counseling until they got all their homework right. She never blames us for not doing well in the exam, and always encourages us to say, "Try harder next time! You can do it. " Our grades have improved a little, and we can also get her praise in front of the whole class. Students, do you want to know who she is? I'm telling you, she just cares about us and makes us respect Miss Huang. Speaking of the person I respect most, I'm afraid it's the amiable and respectable military uncle. In my impression, I don't think Uncle Jun is great. Although protecting the country and defending the country, some officials will still take bribes. So I don't like them. However, after that incident, I completely changed my mind. It was a summer vacation, and my mother had a whim to take me to see the place where soldiers live. When I came to the military camp, I really had an unspeakable feeling. It seems quite strict. After visiting the military camp, I stayed at the home of local residents at night. After supper, I went out for a walk. On the way, an old woman came up and asked, "Do you want to know a story about soldiers here?" I was surprised and answered without thinking, "Yes." So, she said. It turns out that she has a granddaughter named Lily. She is a smart and healthy girl, but one day she met a robber with a gun. A soldier was about to arrest her, but she was taken hostage by the robber to keep the soldiers away. In the stalemate, she found the opportunity and ran away quickly. The robber was about to shoot, but it was too late to say that Lily was going to be killed. At that time, the soldier rushed forward and launched a life-and-death struggle with the gangsters. Lily will go back and call someone at once. When they arrived at the scene, they found both of them dead. Say that finish, the old lady choked. Just repeatedly said, "Well, he died to save my granddaughter." . I didn't believe it at first, but then I saw a girl coming towards her, and when she was in tears, I understood everything. I don't know if I felt it in my heart or couldn't restrain my feelings. I also cried. Soon, the girl helped her grandmother leave. Their conversation came faintly from the air. The girl sobbed and said, "It's been three years. Grandma, do you still talk about him? " "Son, I can't help but mention that he is a great benefactor of our family!" . Now I understand everything. Suddenly, I felt sorry for my thoughts. Uncle Jun is really the cutest person. They are the people I respect most. The person I respect most is not a celebrity, but a very ordinary person. He is my father. But in my heart, I didn't think so at first, because it was this that I respected my father. The thing is, after school that day, I walked into the house with my schoolbag on my back and said, "Dad! Today, I won the first prize in the school composition competition! I looked at my father's face. He smiled and said, "It's really good, but I have to tell you that your mother won't come back for dinner after working overtime tonight. "I went to do my homework happily. At this moment, there seems to be praise and appreciation in my ear, as if there is something delicious waiting for me to eat. . . . . "Let's eat! "I ran a few steps to the table, I saw it, huh? How is it common practice? I looked at the kitchen, didn't I? Dad hid all the good dishes in the kitchen, which surprised me! At this time, my dad stabbed me and said, eat quickly. What? Just eat this, there is nothing delicious, and my heart is half cold. After dinner, I sat in my room sulking and tears rolled down like broken pearls. I immediately dried my tears and thought, anyway, things are over, so don't think about it. I casually opened the drawer and read the book. At this moment, I found a piece of paper written in the drawer. When I opened it, it turned out to be a charity event organized by Dad's Bank. He volunteered to donate money to the children in the disaster area, so they opened a certificate in the bank. It's a little yellow because it's been in the drawer for too long. But he never mentioned it. I think of my father, who usually sets an example and helps the children in the disaster area to go to school with his colleagues to reduce the burden on the bank. But my father never shows his achievements in front of my mother and me. My father always taught me to be an unknown bee and not to make a fuss. Thinking of this, I understand that my father knows that I have grown up and can't be coaxed like a child. I should be modest and not complacent. My eyes are moist again. I know how much my father loves me! The person I respect most is Mr. Shi, who has taught us mathematics for five years. Although she looks plain, her thin face is dotted with two bright eyes, but it illuminates my growth path. Teacher Shi is very responsible for his work. Almost every noon, she sacrifices her lunch break to lead us to correct the wrong questions. Some students changed it three or four times in a row without getting it right, but Mr. Shi patiently let them change it again and again. Once, Zhang Lin, a famous "slick" in our class, made a bad habit of not doing his homework again. Teacher Shi asked him to make up for it. He didn't make it up the first day and the second day, and Mr. Shi's thin face showed an anxious look. After repeated urging, Zhang Lin finally made up the "little tail" on the third day. But a new problem came out again. He didn't finish his homework that day. You urged him to make it up quickly, and a homework war began again. Teacher Shi is also very concerned about our lives. She doesn't leave too much homework every day, for fear of affecting our sleep. In this way, we can go to bed early every day, but we understand your heart and feel your feelings, and consciously read a few pages of extracurricular books before going to bed every day. Teacher Shi, I will never forget you when I grow up. No matter where I go, Qian Shan will always miss you! Everyone has an idol, so do I. He is Mr. Lu Xun. Why do I admire him? Because ... suppose he's patriotic. He is really different from ordinary people. He loves his country very much. As mentioned in the sixth lesson of Book 9, due to his strong dissatisfaction with the dark society, Mr. Lu Xun often published articles in different newspapers criticizing the authorities. The reactionaries refused to let him publish articles, that is, the text said that he always ran into a wall. The witty Lu Xun wrote articles with more than 100 pen names, fought against the enemy, and made the masses see the old society clearly and carried out revolution. Let's talk about how he helps people's lives. I remember the book that Lu Xun saved a rickshaw driver. The rickshaw driver stabbed the glass in the foot. Lu Xun gave him medicine to clean the wound and gave him money back. Who is not moved by it? In my mind, Mr. Lu Xun is a man of noble character, and I admire him most. He said, "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always something. "It has been printed in my mind and will never be forgotten! Do you know who I respect most? She is the head teacher of our class, Miss Zhao. She has long black hair and wears a pair of white glasses. Her eyes often peek in her glasses to see if I am listening carefully and playing with a pen. Do you know why I respect her most? Because every day, as long as our classmates fail in dictation, or don't know enough about what they learned that day, she will stay to help us make up lessons and help us remember what we learned that day. If the dictation fails, she will stay until she hears everything correctly. In order to let us master knowledge, she stays up late every day. She gave us almost all the time and love. Will her parents worry about her safety when she comes home so late? Teacher Zhao is also good at joking. I remember one time, my mother accidentally told Miss Zhao that when I was writing a composition in the Children's Palace, she wrote a duck. After listening to this, she didn't scold me and asked me, "Do I look like a mother duck? "Am I fat? Are you like a duckling? " I said shyly, "No, I just think you protect us like a mother duck protects her ducklings." "Oh, but it's also a good description." Teacher Zhao said with a smile. This is my most respected teacher. My most respected person mentioned Mr. Liang Shoucen, and my mood was very uncomfortable. It has been more than six years since he left this world (he died on New Year's Day in 2000). If he were alive today, he would be ninety years old. His voice and smile have always been in my mind, as if we were back to the days when 1983 worked together. It was very hot to learn foreign languages at that time. I was in charge of education, and Japanese teachers were scarce. Teacher Liang Shoucen is a part-time teacher who has experienced many difficulties. He is 68 years old and I am 25 years old. At that time, I was still young and had little work experience, and sometimes it was inappropriate to deal with problems. Teacher Liang Shoucen pointed out in time to help me analyze the reasons and find out the correct method. He was warm and sincere to people, gave me wisdom and strength, taught me how to be a man, and we forged an unforgettable friendship. Teacher Liang Shoucen has been engaged in Japanese teaching for more than 30 years, but every time he prepares lessons, he is still so serious and rigorous about his study. It is his habit to look up the dictionary. Every time students encounter new words, they always look them up in the dictionary and tell them while reading. He always said modestly, "There is no end to learning. I have too little knowledge and I have to keep learning. " He thinks time is precious, and the pursuit of knowledge is his greatest pleasure. He is a frequent visitor to the library, books are his bosom friends, and most of his salary is spent on books and periodicals. Teacher Liang Shoucen has a clear love-hate relationship and is enthusiastic about helping others. He hates crooked ways. Once, someone took a note and said it was a relative of a secretary. When he found me and wanted to attend classes for free, he met Mr. Liang Shoucen. Teacher Liang sternly refused and said, "No, don't you think this secretary is shameful?" There are too many such things. 365 days a year, he didn't take a day off. Every holiday, he goes to the classroom to make up lessons for students who are absent and backward. In order to make students lay a good foundation in Japanese, he designs chapter assignments according to the characteristics of amateur study and corrects them late at night every day. Why does a person close to ancient times have such enthusiasm and courage? "When people are alive, they must make a difference and benefit future generations." This is his answer. He gave his knowledge to people selflessly, never caring about personal gains and losses, and was hired by foreign universities to give lectures with high salary, which he politely declined. He said; I want to teach my students in a down-to-earth way. Goncharov once said: The whole life is thought and labor. Although the work is obscure and common, it cannot be interrupted. Teacher Liang Shoucen is an ordinary and noble worker, and his beautiful mind and tall image will always be cherished in my heart. Among the people I have met, there is only one person I respect most-my father, who is a doctor. He has a pair of bright eyes embedded in his round head and a pair of glasses on his nose, which is somewhat mysterious. Dad is very kind to me. Every time he encounters difficulties, he always puts down his work and thinks with me. On a charming evening, I was doing my math homework. Suddenly, a difficult problem stumped me. I racked my brains trying to think, but my mind was still blank. At this time, my father just came back from work and saw me thinking about the problem. He came up to me quietly like a kitten. He looked at the topic first, then took out a piece of paper and calculated it on it. Except for the rustling of the pen on the paper, it was quiet all around. After a while, my father jumped up happily and said, "I know what to do!" " "Just when I was still wondering, he sat down quietly, brought me the paper full of programs, pointed to the paper and the topic, and explained it until I understood. Dad is also a workaholic. Whenever a patient comes to see a doctor, no matter what he is doing, dad will not hesitate to put down what he is doing to treat him. I remember one time, my father dragged his tired body home from work and just wanted to rest on the table. Suddenly, a nurse rushed in and panted, "No, no! "There is an emergency on the first floor, patient." Say that finish, he leaned against the wall, panting like a cow. Where's dad? Hearing the word "emergency", I was full of energy and rushed to the first floor of the outpatient building at the speed of a wild horse that had just run away. I looked into the distance through the window and saw my father helping the families of the wounded and carrying them to the operating room on the second floor. An hour later, my father finally pulled the wounded back from the extreme of life. The families of the wounded shed tears excitedly, held my father's hand and said many words of thanks, while my father smiled as if he had just won the battle. Dad is also very polite, and his uncles and aunts in the hospital praise him as a good colleague who treats others with courtesy. Among my father's deeds, I am most proud of the time when SARS was prevalent in Guangdong and Beijing. Dad and colleagues learned from newspapers and TV that the infection rate of SARS was extremely high, but dad (she) stuck to his post-no one left the hospital, but took many protective measures, such as isolation suits and isolation rooms. I am also influenced by him (her) to be firm and confident, and keep exercising every day. Although SARS did not extend to Fujian, my father's spirit of sticking to his post has deeply touched me. I am really proud of having such a father. At the same time, I also learned a lot from my father, such as saving lives, treating people with courtesy, sticking to my post, caring for children and other noble qualities. For example, a person living in the world should not only help himself, but also help and care for people in trouble. Here, I want to say to the world: "Dad, I am proud of you!" " "The person I respect most, the teacher, is a reborn parent, and the teacher is an engineer who shapes the human soul. I respect teachers, I love teachers, and I want to be a teacher. I am a middle school teacher now, and my understanding and love for teachers is the most convincing. From primary school to university, from home to outside, from inside to outside, I have experienced many teachers. They have the same characteristics: persistence in love, shaping the soul and creating beauty. Almost every teacher who has taught me deserves my respect, and the most worthy of my respect is Mr. Liu Chengfeng, the head teacher of normal school. As soon as I entered the normal school, the first teacher I met was a young, tall, fit and beautiful female teacher. She is the head teacher of our class 865. Teacher Liu was assigned to high flyers from the Chinese Department of the University two years ago to take our two courses, Language Basis and Selected Works. Her lectures are very distinctive, and her pure and sweet mezzo-soprano is often used to give us model reading of American literature in class. Standard pronunciation, elegant timbre and charming artistic conception often bring us into a wonderful realm, which makes people daydream. My Mandarin learning can be said to have started from her. Besides studying, she also cares about me. She looked at me carefully and made me a cadre in the class. She found that I have a strong sense of responsibility and recommended me to hold an important position in the student union; She found that I like calligraphy and seal cutting, and created opportunities for me to exercise more, practice more and participate more. She said that I had a good smile, a good image and beautiful handwriting, but I was a little shy and not brave enough. She asked me to learn from each other and work hard to improve. I secretly made up my mind to silently remember the teacher's words and do everything well. Since then, with the care and help of Mr. Liu, I have made rapid progress and won many honors for my class, school and myself. In the second half of the second grade, Teacher Liu became a mother. She was replaced by a male teacher. Although he is also excellent, my gratitude and love for Mr. Liu is hard to erase. To tell the truth, in the early days of my thirst for knowledge and demanding progress, she was undoubtedly an amiable, lovely and respectable tall and beautiful image deeply imprinted in my heart. My present teaching style, dealing with people, words and deeds all have her shadow. I want to pass on her good side to my next generation. " Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts. " The teacher's responsibility may be to hand over the essence of our 5,000-year civilization, so as to better revitalize our China. The year I graduated, my teacher was transferred to another city. Now, although we are thousands of miles apart, my love for Miss Liu will never stop. She is the person I respect most. My most respected teachers are hardworking gardeners and engineers of human souls. They feed us with sweat. I have met many teachers since I was sensible, but what I respect most is my second-grade head teacher, Miss Yang. When I was in the second grade, my family was still decorating my house. My father works in other places, and my mother is busy decorating at work. I have no time to take care of myself. I often stay out late and go home. Homework is too sloppy, and grades have plummeted. Teacher Yang called my mother and asked her to spend more time in charge of my study. She also called her office and told me to study hard and not to be playful. With the help of my teacher and mother, my grades have risen rapidly. Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination is 98, and math 100. Another time, it rained heavily. After school, the students were picked up one by one by their parents. I was the only one standing alone in the corridor waiting for my mother to pick me up. At this moment, Miss Yang came down from the office. She took an umbrella and said, "Zhou Jiawei, let me take you home!" " "On the way, Miss Yang walked to my side with an umbrella. I saw the teacher half exposed outside the umbrella and said, "Miss Yang, you will get sick like this." "It doesn't matter." The teacher said. Later, Teacher Yang asked me again: "Did you understand the recent text? If you don't understand, you can always ask me. " I said, "I understand." On the way, mom came. My mother gave me an umbrella and said to the teacher, "Miss Yang, come and sit in my house for a while!" " ""No, I have a lot of things to do. " Say that finish, she disappeared in the rain curtain. Now, whenever I mention my teacher, I always think that I once had such a respectable teacher. People I respect the most There have been many scientists who have benefited our humanity in history, such as Nobel, the king of bombs, Edison, the inventor who lit up the night, Mendeleev, the discoverer of the periodic table of elements, and Copernicus, the scientific giant who founded Heliocentrism ... Among them, Edison, the king of inventions, is the person I respect the most. He had more than 2,000 inventions in his life and obtained invention patents. On average, there will be a new invention every 15 days. At the peak of invention, there is an invention every three days, so he is called "the king of invention", and his invention has made great contributions to mankind. He was curious when he was a child. No matter what happens, he will ask why. Whenever possible, he likes to do experiments easily, so he often makes big jokes. Once, he saw a hot air balloon flying and wondered if a person's stomach was full of gas. After that, he let his companion eat a powder that can produce gas, which almost killed him. His father also gave Edison a good beating, but his curiosity did not diminish. In class, he often asks questions that even the teacher can't answer. The teacher called him "idiot" and "imbecile", and finally he was expelled from school. But his mother is also a teacher and has been teaching him ever since. The most brilliant achievement in his life was the invention of the electric light. Before electric light appeared, people used dim kerosene lamps. After carefully studying the dazzling arc lamp, he announced that he would invent an electric lamp with soft light. He found 1600 kinds of heat-resistant metals and 6000 kinds of plant fibers, but all failed. Finally, one day Edison thought of trying cotton yarn, and then what they looked forward to day and night appeared in front of them: the light bulb gave off golden light. This day is 1879, 10, 2 1. Later, people designated this day as the invention day of electric light.