Write an essay on the topic of delivery

1. Write an essay on the topic of "delivery", no less than 600 words

Delivery The sky in the afternoon was gray and there was no wind.

The dark clouds were very low and it seemed like it was going to rain. It's like a person who wants to sneeze but can't sneeze and feels uncomfortable holding it in.

Someone at the stall kept shouting: "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums..." I strolled up to the stall owner and asked the price of the chrysanthemums, "Ten yuan a pot." So. , I dug into my pocket with only ten yuan left, reluctantly handed it to the vendor's hand, and took the pot of golden chrysanthemums.

After thinking about it carefully, it’s ridiculous that I bought this pot of flowers for no other use. "Ma'am, okay."

Suddenly, a childish voice attracted all my attention. Following the sound, on the street not far away, a ragged little boy stretched out his dirty little hand and followed a woman.

The woman was obviously shocked, and then she turned to anger. She slapped the little boy's hand hard, took out a pack of tissues from her bag, took out one, and wiped the hand that had just hit the little boy vigorously.

"It's so unlucky that I met a beggar as soon as I went out... so dirty..." She kept mumbling while wiping. "I'm so hungry, you're so pitiful..." "Get out!" Considering that she wouldn't be able to get rid of the beggar, she turned around and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there, with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face. Just as I was thinking about it, the little boy walked up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten for several days."

Looking into those watery eyes , I put my hand into my pocket in disbelief. The money is gone! Just as I was about to explain it to him, he stared at the pot of chrysanthemums in my hand with surprise on his face: "Sister, this flower is so beautiful, can you give it to me?" His big eyes were gleaming.

Anyway, I don’t know where to use this pot of chrysanthemums, so I gave it to him. While the little boy took the anus, a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you -" He happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away. The next day was Qingming Festival, and I went to visit the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery. A patch of green gradually made me feel better.

Suddenly, a golden light came into my eyes - it was him. That ragged little boy.

The raindrops began to fall slowly on my body, one drop at a time. And he, as if it wasn't raining, was holding the pot of chrysanthemums and moving forward slowly step by step. He forgot everything outside him, and his thin body looked even thinner.

I saw a cemetery not far from him. The chrysanthemums in his hands were blooming in the wind and rain. They were so beautiful. My eyes gradually blurred.

The passing of chrysanthemums is the blending of different hearts. Hopefully, the next person to pass on to the chrysanthemum will be you. 2. Please write an essay on the topic of "delivery", with a word count of about 600 words.

It’s a hot summer day.

I sat on the bus without a breath of wind, feeling sleepy. Suddenly there was a sudden brake, and my head hit the front seat involuntarily. It hurt.

When I looked up, I saw a person in front of me stepping on another person's foot. A huge mud mark lay proudly on the polished black leather shoes, which was particularly eye-catching.

The face of the person who was stepped on turned red and he didn’t say a word. This is clearly the calm before the storm.

The storm is about to break out. The person who stepped on someone said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm just now and stepped on you. It was my fault."

As he said that, he took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it over. past. He was stunned for a while after being stepped on, and then he recovered.

He took the tissue, and the blush on his face was replaced by a bright smile, "It's okay, it's okay, what's the big deal about stepping on your toes? Crowding is inevitable when there are many people..." So the two of them got along peacefully. , and even had a pleasant conversation along the way. A breeze suddenly blew by, bringing freshness along the way.

The autumn wind is gentle. The heavy schoolbag on my back was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. Seeing that it was about to rain, I ran all the way home.

There was a loud bang, and before I could figure out what was going on, I was lying on the ground in an instant, with the wheels spinning rapidly around me, just like my frightened heart. I heard someone walking towards me. A big hand lifted me up and gently patted the dust off my body. It was an old man.

"Children must pay attention to safety when riding a bicycle. What if something happens if you ride so fast?" He seemed to be admonishing, but he was also full of sincere exhortations. He held up the car for me again, watched me get in, and then watched me go away.

The setting sun suddenly revealed its brilliant face, casting a bright light on the body. To this day, when I see those helpless people, I will try my best to help them, and when I see those who have made mistakes, I will try my best to tolerate them.

Because I often benefit from others and feel grateful to others, because I understand that being kind to others requires everyone to carry forward and pass it on. Pass it on forever. 3. Write an essay on the topic of transmission

I have read Li Mi’s "Chen Qing Biao" for a long time, and I still remember many of the beautiful sentences in it clearly: "If I didn’t have my grandmother, I wouldn’t be where I am today; if my grandmother didn’t have my ministers , I won’t be able to live longer.” Reading these heartfelt words always comes from my heart. In ancient and modern times, there are countless stories that moved the world because of filial piety. Dong Yong sold his body to bury his father, Huang Xiang fan pillow warm quilt, Meng Yu cried and bamboo shoots grew, all of which shine with the light of traditional Chinese virtues. Filial piety is a question that has been asked for thousands of years. A son gave his own answer with his body in 2004. He gave part of his life back to his critically ill mother. Tian Shiguo conveyed love with his body and brought comfort to all mothers in the world.

A casual promise made him the father of more than 170 children. In order for the poor children in the mountainous area to receive their tuition fees on time, he always ran to the post office as soon as he received the performance fees, sometimes without even bothering to count them. In 12 years, he gave more than 3 million yuan of his earnings to his poor children. At the beginning, everyone did not fully understand him, but after going to the mountains with him once and seeing the children's eyes eager for knowledge, everyone completely understood him and began to do their best to support him. This person is Cong Fei. It was the source of love that made him do this, and it was the trembling of his heart that made him become the father of his children, turning his life into a pure spring and passing it on to the hearts of his children.

His mother abandoned the family, his father was mentally ill, and his younger brother left without saying goodbye. However, he used his young shoulders and selfless love to pick up a broken home, and he also adopted an unrelated sister. . A room with an area of ??about ten square meters is a temporary home for him and his little sister. Every morning, I get up on time at six o'clock to make breakfast for my sister "little one". At seven o'clock, my sister has to go to the elementary school one kilometer away. After seeing his sister off, he started a day of study and work. In order to earn living expenses for the brothers and sisters, he had to sell products in his spare time. He said: "As long as your confidence persists, nothing can knock you down; as long as your heart is filled with love, it will be even more exciting." It is love and strength that make his life shine. He is Hong Zhanhui - maybe very ordinary. , but he moved his family and society with his love! 4. Write an essay on the topic of "delivery", no less than 600 words

Delivery

The afternoon sky was gray and there was no wind. The dark clouds were low and it seemed like it was going to rain. It's like a person who wants to sneeze but can't sneeze and feels uncomfortable holding it in.

Someone at the stall kept shouting: "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums..."

I walked up to the stall owner and asked the price of the chrysanthemums. One dollar a pot.

"So, I dug into my pocket with only ten yuan left, reluctantly handed it to the vendor's hand, and took the pot of golden chrysanthemums. After thinking about it carefully, it was ridiculous. I bought this pot of flowers. There’s no point in using force.

“Madam, just do it. "Suddenly, a childish voice attracted all my attention.

Looking around, on the street not far away, a ragged little boy stretched out his dirty little hand. , followed by a woman. The woman was obviously shocked, and then she turned to anger. She slapped the little boy's hand hard, took out a pack of tissues from the bag, took out one, and wiped it vigorously. The hand that hit the little boy just now. "It's so unlucky that I met a beggar as soon as I went out... so dirty..." She kept mumbling while wiping her hand.

"I'm so hungry, just you." Poor and pitiful..."

"Get out! "Considering that she would not be able to get rid of the beggar, she turned around and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there, with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face.

Just as I was thinking about it, the little boy walked up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten in several days. "When I met those watery eyes, I put my hand into my pocket in disbelief.

I ran out of money!

As soon as I was about to explain it to him, he had a look on his face. Staring at the pot of chrysanthemums in my hand in amazement: "Sister, this flower is so beautiful, can you give it to me?" "His big eyes were flashing.

Anyway, I don't know where to use this pot of chrysanthemums, so I gave it to him.

After the little boy took it While holding the chrysanthemum, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you -" he happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away the next day. It was Qingming Festival, and I went to visit the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery and my mood gradually improved. Suddenly, a golden light came into my eyes - it was him. The raindrops began to fall on me slowly, one drop at a time, and he was holding the pot of chrysanthemums as if it was not raining. , moving forward slowly step by step, he forgot everything outside him, and his thin body looked even thinner. Not far from him, I saw a cemetery, and the chrysanthemums in his hands were blooming in the wind and rain. So beautiful.

My eyes are getting blurry.

The passing of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts. I hope the next person to pass to chrysanthemums will be you. Write an essay of no less than 800 words on the topic of "passing on"

The passing of chrysanthemums is a blend of different hearts.

I hope that the next person to pass on to chrysanthemums. It will be you. The sky is gray in the afternoon and there is no wind.

The dark clouds are low and it seems like it is going to rain. It was very uncomfortable.

Someone at the street stall kept shouting: "Buy chrysanthemums, buy chrysanthemums..." I walked up to the stall owner and asked the price of the chrysanthemums, "Ten yuan a pot." . "So, I dug into my pocket with only ten yuan left, reluctantly handed it to the vendor's hand, and took the pot of golden chrysanthemums.

Thinking about it carefully, it's ridiculous , I bought this pot of flowers for no other purpose. "Madam, just do it.

Suddenly, a childish voice attracted all my attention. Looking around, on the street not far away, a ragged little boy stretched out his dirty little hand. , followed by a woman.

The woman was obviously shocked, and then she turned to anger. She slapped the little boy's hand hard, took out a pack of tissues from the bag, and took it out. She wiped the hand that had just hit the little boy vigorously.

"It's so unlucky that I met a beggar as soon as I went out... It's so dirty..." She kept muttering as she wiped it. "I'm so hungry, you're so pitiful..." "Get out! "Considering that she would not be able to get rid of this beggar, she turned around and roared.

The little boy stopped and stood there, with a trace of sadness and disappointment on his face. Just as I was thinking about it, the little boy walked up to me and spread out his dirty hands: "Sister, I haven't eaten for several days."

Looking into those watery eyes , I put my hand into my pocket in disbelief. The money is gone! Just as I was about to explain it to him, he stared at the pot of chrysanthemums in my hand with surprise on his face: "Sister, this flower is so beautiful, can you give it to me?" His big eyes were gleaming.

Anyway, I don’t know where to use this pot of chrysanthemums, so I gave it to him. While the little boy took the anus, a sweet smile appeared on his lips.

"Thank you -" He happily held the chrysanthemum in his arms and ran away. The next day was Qingming Festival, and I went to visit the grave with my mother as usual, but the weather was still gloomy.

I felt a little bored, so I looked at the surrounding scenery. A patch of green gradually made me feel better.

Suddenly, a golden light came into my eyes - it was him. That ragged little boy.

The raindrops began to fall slowly on my body, one drop at a time. And he, as if it wasn't raining, was holding the pot of chrysanthemums and moving forward slowly step by step. He forgot everything outside him, and his thin body looked even thinner.

I saw a cemetery not far from him. The chrysanthemums in his hands were blooming in the wind and rain. They were so beautiful. My eyes gradually blurred.

The passing of chrysanthemums is the blending of different hearts. Hopefully, the next person to pass on to the chrysanthemum will be you. 6. An 800-word essay on the topic of passing on

Passing on "where there is love, there is hope, and where there are blessings, there is a future."

Blessing is the warmth that exists all the time. --------Inscription: The resurgent spring is the earth’s warm blessing to all things; in the hot summer, the cool rain is the sky’s vocal blessing to the earth; in the autumn of harvest, the heavy fruits are nature’s warm blessing to mankind ; In the cold winter, the warm sunshine is the sun’s silent blessing to all things.

When parting, a friend's words of "bon voyage" warm the hearts of passers-by; in times of difficulty, friends' support is a huge force; in times of sadness, parents' careful care is an invisible force; in times of disappointment, The teacher's words of encouragement ignited the confidence that was about to be extinguished in our hearts. There is a kind of life that is passed on by nature.

Spring sounded the prelude to the life of all things, moistening things silently, and then spring passed life to summer; with violent storms, life in the ocean experienced struggles, so summer passed life to autumn; Hundreds of rivers flow into the river, and the sky and the earth are vastly different. Life gradually takes on a golden color and maturely bends down. With a light that is not dazzling, life is passed on to winter; in the wind and snow, life surges in the earth. Even in the end, we must "turn into spring mud to protect the flowers." This is the passing of life, life in passing, where there are no complaints, no shrinking, and no sadness, just like this, year after year.

There is a kind of blessing that is delivered with love. The wind conveyed the message of spring to the earth, and thus all things revived; love conveyed the sentiment to relatives, and then there was reluctance... Just like that, year after year.

There is a kind of happiness that is conveyed through friendship. Happiness is actually a state of mind, a mental state.

It comes from your heart and exists around you. As long as you have a good attitude and a cheerful personality, you can truly feel it. Sometimes it is in a piece of text, sometimes in In a piece of music, as long as you can capture it, you can feel it.

Open your heart, embrace all the beauty in this world, send your smile, and happiness will surround you forever! Life is limited, but delivery is infinite. Life, blessings, and happiness need to be delivered by you.

Passing on wisdom is a detached attitude towards life. Look for it with your heart, and when you learn to pass it on, you will find happiness everywhere.

7. Write a composition of more than 600 words with the title of "Transmission"

I am in Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school. Many people think that I am very powerful and have good academic performance. They envy why my parents are both college students. Theirs is not.

But I don’t think I am worthy of their envy. I often feel that I am a very bad person, very ignorant and naive. Although sometimes I will say narcissistically: "I am definitely a genius."

But that is just a joke. I have always been an ignorant and naive child who knew very little, so I often unintentionally hurt those who were close to me.

Because of me like this, many people will be sad, why can’t I grow up, why can’t I be more mature. Seeing their sad expressions, I suddenly felt how pathetic I was, so I strongly wanted to get ahead, make them live a happier life, let them laugh happily all the time, and not feel sad because of me.

In fact, they passed my dreams to me invisibly. They may not know that this dream has taken root in my heart and is unshakable! However, it is really difficult to realize this dream. Sometimes I can't hold on anymore and almost give up? I was still thinking a few days ago, what am I living for? I may be busy all my life and end up empty-handed.

But later I figured out that the meaning of life lies in the struggle itself. Everyone today can be better than yesterday. The process of fighting towards the dream is life itself. I can always see my dreams, thank you to those who passed them on to me! Composition on the topic of delivery (2) Positive energy is actually a positive, optimistic and sunny attitude. It is like a glass of wine. Take a sip and it will be intoxicating. The rich aroma is evocative? - Inscription Now Newspapers and TV will always report some news: "XX died of excessive blood loss because he failed to rescue him in time after being hit." "XX was wronged for helping an old man who fell down."

A horrifying article The shocking news and the horrific pictures are like whips, lashing our hearts again and again. The "Little Yueyue Case" allows us to see the indifference of human nature, and the "Peng Yu Case" allows us to see the indifference of the world.

The moral fire is extinguished little by little, leaving only a weak fire. How much our society needs people who uphold justice, how much we hope that there will be fewer tragedies, even fewer.

Finally, I saw the light: some noble people delivering positive energy to people. Gong Jinchuan is the principal of a primary school. He lost his right arm at the age of fourteen, but he is physically disabled and has a strong will.

One morning, he was doing morning exercises by the river when he suddenly heard a "plop" and a heavy object crashed into the river. Immediately afterwards, he heard panicked cries for help and saw a few strands of silver floating on the river.

He seemed to realize something, and jumped into the river regardless of his own safety. The wind was howling, the setting sun of winter was shining weakly on the river, and the biting and cold river water was rushing towards him, but this could not shake his determination to save people.

He supported the old man with his right shoulder and kept paddling with his left hand. The river water kept rushing towards him, entangling him like a golden python.

This was an extreme challenge for a man who was only 165 meters tall, but he ignored it and held on to the rope thrown by a kind person. He persisted until he reached the river and successfully rescued the man who fell into the water. who. When he got home, his family was shocked to see his dripping appearance, but he said lightly: "Fell into the water."

His deeds touched countless people, and he was a positive force. Energy is like a clear spring, flowing into everyone's heart. I will never forget that day. The mourning and music in Hongfu Garden in Quanzhou City were low. Quanzhou City leaders and many strangers from the public came to see a deceased person off.

He is not a leader, let alone a great man, but he is recognized by the citizens as "the most beautiful bus driver". Because, at the moment when his life ended, he used all his strength to step on the brakes and save the lives of a car full of people.

Although he died young, his spirit is like a positive energy, like a spring breeze, blowing in everyone's heart.

Because adults lead by example, even children become part of the positive energy chain.

A little boy in Jiangsu accidentally scratched a private car when he was going to school. Since he could not wait for the owner of the car, he left a note. After the car owner found out, he was deeply moved. Not only did he not ask for double compensation, but he also waived all compensation.

The positive energy conveyed by the boy touches the string deep in our hearts. Precisely because many people have joined the ranks of delivering positive energy, the moral fire that was almost extinguished is finally burning brightly again.