If a girl smiles sweetly when she thinks of a boy, and sometimes she does something wrong and wants to do housework with him, she will fall in love with him.

I like pigeons. Pigeons have white feathers, a small white head, a red mouth and round eyes. They look so cute. Pigeons are not only good-looking, but also have a specialty-delivering letters for mankind! In ancient times, when the traffic was inconvenient, people used pigeons to deliver letters; Especially the news of the front war, is conveyed by this little pigeon! Whether it is windy, rainy or hot, they try their best to fly to their destination and successfully deliver the letter to people. Even if they die on the road, they have no complaints!

"Now the postman is not a pigeon? ! "I can't help but think so. These postmen work tirelessly on the road from morning till night. Their backpacks contain a lot of letters, which should be delivered to the people from door to door accurately. Whether in a thunderstorm, the rain wet their clothes, or in the hot summer, sweat flows through their cheeks, and the postmen persist without regrets. Isn't this the spirit of pigeons? !

I admire the quality of pigeons, and I admire the postman with pigeon spirit. It is they who ride bicycles, regardless of distance and bumps, to deliver letters to remote villages; It is because they neglected to reunite with their families during the Chinese New Year and sent letters of blessing to thousands of families in the biting cold wind. . . . . . I can't help saying to the postman, "Thank you! Thank you! "

I love pigeons, and I love the postman who is as conscientious as pigeons. Let us love pigeons and respect "pigeons". Thank them for letting us know about our friends and the safety of our families! In my eyes, pigeons' feathers are always white, and the postman's clothes are always green!

A teacher like a candle

As the calendar turns from page to page, time flies by, and "Teacher's Day" quietly comes to us with light steps.

Some people compare teachers to hard-working gardeners who take good care of us and let us grow up healthily; Some people say that teachers are our mentors on the way to school and they lead us to the other side of success; Others say that a teacher is like a machine that never runs; But I want to say that teachers are like candles. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night" is more suitable for teachers. Teachers teach us knowledge in obscurity and take us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.

Every time after school, teachers' windows will always see that teachers are still seriously correcting homework and preparing lessons with the company of those electric lights. Even in order to make us understand more thoroughly and learn more solidly, they will spend a long time making many models. Every hook and red cross in the exercise book embodies the sweat of the teachers. When we encounter problems that we don't understand, teachers will always patiently explain to us that "the teacher's kindness is as heavy as a mountain" and "the kindness of dripping water is rewarded with a spring". Students, don't wait for the result of your career. Just today, in the days and nights when teachers and students get along, we should extend our sincere thanks and best wishes to teachers, so that teachers can always feel the warmth of love!

They work hard, they are willing to be ladders, what are they doing in their poor life? In order to train more high-quality talents for the country, teachers are an inconspicuous candle, a candle that silently contributes at a critical moment. They sacrificed their precious youth, but they cultivated a batch of talents for the country.

Teachers are selfless, and they deserve all the praise.

Metaphorical writing candle.

Some people often compare teachers to candles, burning themselves and illuminating others; Others compare teachers to gardeners, watering and fertilizing our seedlings every day. However, I want to tell you more, Miss Liu, that you are really like my mother and care about us as much as your mother.

Teacher, you taught me from grade four to grade six. For more than two years, you have been taking care of me like a mother. I didn't understand your severity at first, and even spoke ill of you behind your back. Teacher Liu, now I want to tell you that I have finished reading Understanding. Teacher Liu, you want me to correct myself. Teacher Liu, sometimes you lose your voice in order to give me lessons. I really want to send you a bottle of throat lozenges!

Teacher Liu, do you remember? Once, the girls' dormitory in our class was deducted 5 points for talking during recess, and we were afraid to admit it. Only two girls admitted it themselves. The teacher was sad to learn that you were afraid to admit that your students had made mistakes, and you put the blame on others. Now I know that our selfish behavior is a disgrace to our teachers! I remember that all the girls in our class stayed after the third class in the afternoon, and all the boys went to eat. But girls should punish themselves with actions in order to be a noble person in society in the future. After you knew it, you rushed to persuade us. Think about how naive we were then! Mr. Liu, you would rather stay with us than eat. We all cried when we saw you like this. From then on, we made up our minds to be honest people. Teacher Liu, you must be very hungry that day, but you smiled and told us that you were losing weight. Teacher Liu, in order not to do anything wrong again, I would rather you gain weight!

Miss Liu, although you are a strict teacher, you are very concerned about our physical and mental health. Sometimes you get tired of studying and play with us like a child. Sometimes you play crazy, you are joking. Your jokes are humorous and pleasant to listen to. You can tell them to us one by one through stories, and often make the students laugh. Teacher Liu, I want to tell you that being fat is better than being thin! People often say that the heart is wide and the body is fat! You watch the host in Hong Kong on TV, "Pangpang", and she smiles, so charming.

Teacher, I also want to tell you that it is because you are broad-minded and treat us as your children that you live so smartly and fully! Miss Liu, I love you!

"It" is familiar to everyone. "It" sacrificed itself and brought us light. What is this? It's a candle that everyone thinks is inconspicuous. It is usually forgotten and thrown in a drawer or corner, but when the power is cut off, it will come forward, illuminate others and consume itself.

Our teacher is like a candle. For us, teachers have to prepare lessons and attend classes every night. They gave up the good old days. For us, white hair has grown on their heads and contributed to the cultivation of the next generation.

Take Mr. Li for example. Every time he starts teaching a new lesson, he always sits in front of the computer and checks the information. It takes 1-2 hours. Every time he goes to the textbook, several students don't listen. Are they worthy of the teachers who teach them? In my opinion, Mr. Li is just a glowing candle. He used knowledge to light up our way forward and make us useful to society.

And retired teacher Xia. Although she doesn't look up information like Miss Li, she is 75 years old and still has to copy papers, scores and compositions ... In my opinion, there is only one candle left, but the candle is still shining!

Ah! We should learn the spirit of candles!

Writing chalk that describes people with things.

"Zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi.

When wiping the blackboard, the chalk stood quietly, let the eraser gently wipe it on the blackboard, and wiped away the lines of handwriting written by it with the body. Countless thin pieces of chalk fell slowly, like rustling jade chips; Like snowflakes falling one after another ... but I feel more like a spirit, a spirit of silent dedication, and more like a noble person. This is the teachers who work silently and diligently to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. Teachers, they have paid their own blood and sweat and cultivated the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation. They work hard, from spring to autumn, from white hair to gray temples, with meager wages, but never complain; Let students step on their shoulders and climb the throne of success; Accept flowers, applause and trophies, but never take credit. Isn't this just like the selfless spirit of chalk? I praise chalk, but also people with chalk spirit-because they don't care about personal gains and losses, don't fight for fame and fortune, and selfless dedication to society!

Old apricot trees in the mountains

Apricots are ripe, just in time for the bumper wheat harvest in rural areas. One day after the wheat harvest, I took time to carry a stick with a basket on it and climbed the South Mountain.

I met my neighbor's second aunt on the way. When my second aunt saw me picking apricots, she quickly told me, "I have searched everywhere. There is Xinger on the tree in the second ravine in the south of Shanliang, but the apricots are green and small, and they are not delicious!" Say that finish, second aunt went down the mountain.

I climbed the ridge and saw the tree in the distance. This is the only apricot tree in that valley. When I looked closer, I saw the semi-red apricots in the green leaves on the tree, which were crowded with branches in strings. With a breeze, apricot trees shook their branches and leaves as if to say hello to me.

This is an old apricot tree, which grows beside the rocks lacking soil and water at the bottom of the ditch. Its trunk is tall, curved, thick and scarred. Obviously, it has experienced many vicissitudes. I put a stick around my waist and climbed up the tree. Sitting on the thick branches, I can see more clearly: on the branches, there is a round apricot hanging on each leaf nest. Most apricots have "yin and yang faces"-one side is green and yellow, and the other side is yellow and red; He is not small, and everyone looks like a little apple. Looking at apricots with branches among these green leaves, I don't know whether they are like pearls or precious stones, or like jadeite or agate. Squeeze a look, alas, the golden pulp is soaked in the juice and put in the mouth, sour and sweet, refreshing.

Looking up, I accidentally found a stone stuck between two branches. Oh! I got it all: My second aunt said that apricots are green and small because the trees are too high. She couldn't see the knotted apricots on it, so she only picked some small ones below. She can't climb a tree, can't reach it, and can't throw stones at it. Obviously, she really wronged this old apricot tree.

Looking at the fruit within reach of the tree, and then looking down at this weather-beaten old apricot tree, a feeling of admiration arises spontaneously. Old apricot tree, old apricot tree, you are not afraid of loneliness, difficulties and hardships, and you are rooted alone in this strange mountain, old and lasting. How many apricots have you produced for people year after year? But you don't want anything from others. When you are wronged or have a cold shoulder, your heel is still so firm and your mind is still so open and selfless. What a respectable old apricot tree!

I gently removed the stone and pulled out the stick at my waist, but refused to hit it, for fear of hitting Xinger, damaging the branches and leaves of the old tree and hurting its body and mind. So, I got off the tree, with a basket on my arm, climbed up the tree again, sat in the arms of the old apricot tree, picked apricots to my heart's content, and enjoyed the fruits it offered.

This is a beautiful, vivid and touching article. I believe that after reading this article, every student will realize that this article is not a simple "thing"; The author uses the method of metaphor for people, borrows the characteristics of the old apricot tree in the mountains, enthusiastically praises the people with the old apricot tree character (not afraid of loneliness, suffering, taking root in the mountains, weather-beaten, old and lasting, dedicated and selfless), and at the same time expresses his great love for the people with the old apricot tree character from the heart.

It should be noted that the characteristics of things described in words should be similar to people's personality; After reading the article, people can clearly understand what this article is trying to explain and what kind of people it is praising. If this is not the case, the method of "comparing people with things" will lose its use value.

Borrow things to compare people.

-Cow

Cows are ordinary, but they are also great.

A cow has a diagonal on its head, slender limbs, strong body and slender tail. Young and strong cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, cowhide can make shoes, and beef can be eaten. It can be seen everywhere in the countryside. Cattle gave their lives to people, but died silently in a corner of the cowshed, asking for nothing in return. No one will notice the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it did for us after it died. Cows are like this, born in obscurity in the world, left in obscurity, but left many things to people. But it never asks for anything, just a pile of hay and a cowshed. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A thousand fingers are pointed, and you are willing to bow your head." Cattle eat grass and milk.

This unknown cow reminds me of similar people in my life. Farmers, factory workers and school teachers work in obscurity like cows, asking for nothing in return. Without them, how can society continue to exist? Without farmers, people will have no food and vegetables to eat; Without workers, there would be no tall buildings; Students can't learn knowledge without teachers.

In the west, there are many such people. In July 2008 1, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those volunteers who participated in the Great West. They suffered from freezing weather, drought and floods, which brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland. They insisted on doing such a difficult thing. But how much did they get in return? Don't we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works hard, everyone can be unknown and selfless.

I respect cows. They are diligent, hardworking and selfless for unknown people. Can be compared with pine trees and poplars; You can sit with the Four Gentlemen. I must learn this spirit of cattle!

Chalk praise

There is a lot of chalk on the table in front of the blackboard. These chalks are almost at the end of their lives, and some are even too small to mention. Ding Lingling, when the bell rang, the students rushed to their seats and straightened their chests, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The teacher strode in, put the papers on the table and began the class. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk just enough to hold and turned to write for us from the blackboard. Sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic and chalk turned into white granular objects, left their marks on the blackboard, and then disappeared a little. "Borrowing things is better than people, supporting things to express our ambition", when this little piece of chalk wrote the last word for us, taught us the last knowledge and completed its last task, it disappeared. From this small piece of chalk, what a great quality is reflected. That is-dedication.

Dedication is a kind of selfless beauty, it is silent, but it is around us. Where there is a car whistling, there is a figure. No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, no matter the cold and hot summer, he (she) is sticking to his post, inhaling the exhaust gas of the car, hearing the horn and smelling the peculiar smell of the exhaust gas, but in exchange for the rapid and smooth traffic. Isn't this also a kind of dedication?

Chalk, your beauty is selfless, great beauty, dedicated to others, Tagore said: "The cause of fruit is lofty, the cause of flowers is sweet, but let me do the cause of leaves and contribute silently in the shadow." This is a tribute to you, how great you are. I praise you, chalk.

cattle

Cows are ordinary, but they are also great.

A cow has a diagonal on its head, slender limbs, strong body and slender tail. Young and strong cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, cowhide can make shoes, and beef can be eaten. It can be seen everywhere in the countryside. Cattle gave their lives to people, but died silently in a corner of the cowshed, asking for nothing in return. No one will notice the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it did for us after it died. Cows are like this, born in obscurity in the world, left in obscurity, but left many things to people. But it never asks for anything, just a pile of hay and a cowshed. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A thousand fingers are pointed, and you are willing to bow your head." Cattle eat grass and milk.

This unknown cow reminds me of similar people in my life. Farmers, factory workers and school teachers work in obscurity like cows, asking for nothing in return. Without them, how can society continue to exist? Without farmers, people will have no food and vegetables to eat; Without workers, there would be no tall buildings; Students can't learn knowledge without teachers.

In the west, there are many such people. In July 2008 1, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those volunteers who participated in the Great West. They suffered from freezing weather, drought and floods, which brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland. They insisted on doing such a difficult thing. But how much did they get in return? Don't we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works hard, everyone can be unknown and selfless.

I respect cows. They are diligent, hardworking and selfless for unknown people. Can be compared with pine trees and poplars; You can sit with the Four Gentlemen. I must learn this spirit of cattle!