Anxious composition

1. Where there is love, there is hope-Wenzhou, Xiong Qi!

At 2: 28 pm on May 12, 2008, the earthquake occurred at 3 1 degree north latitude and 0/03.4 degree east longitude. A strong earthquake with a magnitude of 7.8 occurred in Wenzhou, Sichuan, and the death toll was increasing, which was unpredictable. ...

I still remember that at 8: 49: 38.6 on October 26th, 2005/KLOC-0, an earthquake of magnitude 5.7 occurred between Ruichang and Jiujiang in Jiangxi. At that time, I was still in primary school, and I couldn't remember the specific events clearly. I only remember that there were aftershocks in our city. It was the night when my bed shook. At first I thought it was a dream. I didn't know the earthquake until the next day. This is also my first time to go to the earthquake site. Although the intensity of Ji 'an aftershock was not great, it was later learned that the aftershock affected Nanchang, Yichun and other counties and cities, and Hubei, Anhui, Hunan, Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other provinces and regions felt the earthquake. As of the 27th, 1 13 people died: among them, 5 people died in Jiujiang; Ruichang died 7 people; Hubei 1 person died. What horrible data this is for me, including now! After the earthquake here, many provinces sent greetings and assistance to Jiujiang. Life is the most precious thing for a person, but at an inexplicable moment, a life flew to another world ... More than two years have passed, and the earth began to get angry again, which exerted that powerful force in generate, causing a sudden disaster in Sichuan Province.

On May 15, at the disaster relief party of Hunan Satellite TV's "We are All Family", I especially remembered Wang Han's words, "You should remember that during the ice and snow disaster, many brother provinces brought warmth to Hunan, including our brother province Sichuan". I don't know how you feel after hearing this sentence, but when I heard this sentence, my heart was numb. When others are in trouble, we will always lend a helping hand, but when we are really in trouble, what we need most is the care of others. As the saying goes, even if you can't get goodwill, you should try your best, not to mention that we witnessed the truth at the same time! I don't know what to say when I look at the pictures on the internet and TV and those who suffer. I think it would be nice if this kind of thing happened closer. At least I can volunteer to help them, but I know I was wrong. Maybe it will endanger my own life. If I go there, it may cause more trouble. Maybe I will buy a ticket to prevent another rescuer from reaching the disaster area. Maybe ...

Every scene was moved by us, and we shed tears. We can't control our sadness, we can only use tears to relieve it. There is such a picture 1 1 year-old Zhang carrying his 3-and-a-half-year-old sister and struggling to walk. Grandparents are old and parents are working outside. Xiao Wanji bravely shoulders the responsibility of being a little man. It's been 12 hours since 5 am. Xiao Wanji said that he loved his sister very much. Moved, a little man of 1 1 years old, a 3-year-old girl who is not sensible, although only 8 years old, it is difficult for even adults to be brave and persistent. It is said that a friend in need is a friend indeed. This scene is also the best embodiment: a sudden disaster, in the building wreckage of Mianzhu North Central Primary School, a lucky child escaped from the clutches of death, and the second life was given to her, not by others, but by his father who kept digging for three hours with his hands. In fact, it's not only these who are moved, but also the rescue officers and soldiers: Chengdu Air Force dug all over Yinchanggou with bare hands and rescued more than 8,000 victims. ...

Heaven and earth are merciless, what can we outsiders do? In the face of disaster, we have to face it together. We can't reach the front line of disaster relief, but at least we can donate every penny we have, just as our classmates said, "Not much money, but love." In fact, what each of us donates is like a drop of water. When the people of the whole country gather together with the same strength, there is endless hope, because there is love and there is hope! Let us witness together: Wenzhou, Xiong Qi; Sichuan, Xiong Qi!

2. Be grateful for life and cherish the present.

At 2: 30 every afternoon, we may just wake up, we may be on our way to school, we may have stepped into the classroom, but the afternoon of May 65438+February 2008 is unusual. An earthquake of magnitude 7.8 occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. Shanxi and Sichuan are in the same earthquake zone. On that day, everyone felt the earth shaking, and people panicked and screamed. Fear is in the air. So far, nearly 10,000 people have died in the Sichuan disaster area, and tens of thousands more have been trapped underground, and there is no news. Turn on the TV and watch the news. Broken walls and broken tiles can be seen everywhere. See the rescue equipment that can't enter the disaster area because of traffic paralysis; Seeing the armed police soldiers who can only dig the ruins with their bare hands, seeing the Prime Minister directing the rescue at the front line in the storm, and seeing the shocking casualty data ... I can't help but feel very heavy. Recently, the class is also donating money and writing blessings for the students in the deaf-mute school ... Compared with them, we are really, really happy.

There are 1.8 deaths per second in the world, that is, 106 deaths per minute, a few of which are 6360, 152640 in a day and 557 13600 in a year. And we are still alive, healthy and happy. Shouldn't we thank God for his attachment to us? Life is a life process full of variables. Health and safety are only relatively short-lived and the future is unpredictable. Natural disasters, man-made disasters and diseases are unpredictable threats in our lives. The moon is full and sunny, and people are doomed to misfortune. The future is an unknown to us. Then what we should do is to be grateful for life and cherish the present. People can't live without goals, motivation and ambition, but they should also know how to cherish, be content, let go and be grateful. ...

Thank your parents for giving you life and bringing you up;

Thanks to teachers, they give you knowledge and teach you to be a man.

Thank your friends, they make you feel the warmth of the world;

Thank your opponents, they let you keep forging ahead and keep working hard.

Similarly, we should also be grateful for the wealth brought by pain and hardship.

Thanks to the man who despised me, he awakened my self-esteem.

Thanks to the person who hurt me, he honed my will

Thanks to the person who cheated me, he enhanced my wisdom.

Thank my detractors. He honed my personality.

Thanks to the man who abandoned me, he taught me to be independent.

Thanks to the man who betrayed me, he made my judgment mature

Thanks to the man who tripped me, he made my legs strong!

Thanks for the disaster, let us know the beauty of life.

I have heard the story of the crow feeding back, because the little crow is grateful, and this ugly little creature shines with unparalleled brilliance. I have heard the story of Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio. Because of the gratitude of the fox spirit, these small animals, which are famous for their cunning, look so beautiful and affectionate.

Whether animals or humans, whether myths or history, because of gratitude, the original ordinary story has become beautiful and moving.

As long as you are grateful, a withered seed can germinate and eventually grow into a dense forest;

As long as you are grateful, the trickle can grow and eventually converge into a blue sea;

As long as you are grateful, the icy heart like an iceberg will melt and eventually ripple into a spring breeze blowing green willows!

Bathed in the sunshine of love

There is one thing that can soften the heart of stone; There is one thing that can make a gloomy life full of hope; One thing has the power to bring back the dead. This is love. Love makes the world beautiful and decorates life.

When I was a child, love was a lollipop, a new dress and a sweet kiss from my mother. Now I always feel that love is like a vague shadow, and I can't find a clue. Love seems to be behind this shadow, but it refuses to show its true colors. I always try to find it, but it is like playing hide-and-seek with me, sometimes drifting and sometimes disappearing. It was not until I gave up my pursuit and calmed down slowly that I was surprised to find that love was by my side and always accompanied me.

I saw dad's back, bent back. It is this back that bears my childhood dream. Every day when I go to school and after school, I spend it on this back bend. Dad tells me jokes, stories about great scientists, stories about great men … I lean on my broad back and don't have to worry about the wind and rain, because dad has blocked everything for me. Now, I no longer lean behind my father, but take on the "work" of rubbing his back. I take this as a reward. But every time I face my father's crooked back, I can't help crying.

I see mom's lips, warm lips. Mom is not good at words, but I am always willing to talk to her. She always listens silently and then tells me, "Do what you want! I believe you can do better! " Whenever I take part in various competitions, she always likes to bend down and gently kiss my face before I leave. Yes, I'm used to it, too That's enough, isn't it?

I saw the teacher's eyes, deep eyes. It is these eyes that comfort me when I am discouraged; Give me encouragement when I make achievements; Give me strength when I am flustered and afraid; When I make a mistake and get lost, give me a warning ... it is these eyes that have been paying attention to me and let me never give up and go forward!

I finally understand what love is. Love is gratitude, hope and protection from any harm. And that vague shadow is my father's back, my mother's lips, my teacher's eyes and the care of all those who love me. It turns out that I have been bathed in the sunshine of love.

This is a festival that has always been praised as the most humane and poetic. It is said that I miss my relatives twice every holiday. The Mid-Autumn Festival will certainly be more deeply missed, especially when the moon is high.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival because the 15th day of the eighth lunar month is the lunar calendar in Sanqiu. On this day, the full moon in the sky is particularly bright and special, so this day is also considered a good day for marriage.

Speaking of the origin of Mid-Autumn Festival, there are many different legends and fairy tales. Among them, there are stories such as moths to the fire, Zhu Yuanzhang's moon cake uprising, and Tang's visit to the Moon Palace.

Of course, the most familiar story is the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon. Chang 'e stole her husband Hou Yi's elixir of life and ran to the Moon Palace. There are also many versions of the story. In earlier records, Chang 'e stole the fairy medicine and became a toad, known as the moon essence.

After the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, the Moon Palace where Chang 'e lived was actually a deserted place. There is nothing but a laurel tree and a rabbit. But there is also a saying that there is a man named WU GANG in the Moon Palace.

Tang visited the Moon Palace and said that the son of heaven Tang was very infatuated with Chang 'e. One day, he went to the Moon Palace, where he saw a jade rabbit and a group of fairies who could sing and dance.

Zhu Yuanzhang successfully overthrew the Mongols and established the Ming Dynasty. According to folklore, mooncakes are used as a communication tool. Zhu Yuanzhang took the lead in upholding justice and stuffed a note in each mooncake stuffing, calling on everyone to revolt in time.

Regarding the origin of Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a saying that the 15th day of the eighth lunar month happens to be the time when rice is ripe, and all families worship the land god. Mid-Autumn Festival may be the legacy of Qiubao.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, besides offering sacrifices, there are moon cakes and lanterns to celebrate the festival. Of course, Chang 'e is enshrined in the sky, and some people call her Moon Mother. The old man said that children should not point at the moon, or their ears will be cut off.

Today, not many people know the original intention of the Mid-Autumn Festival. For the new generation, the most memorable Mid-Autumn Festival is moon cakes and lanterns. Of course, a festival with a full moon in the sky is a good day for people to get together.

5. Precious memories

I haven't seen Mr. Zhang for nearly two years. What I can't forget most is his tireless teaching.

That was when I was in primary school. I was originally a student who didn't want to make progress and didn't know how to study. I always like to make small moves in class, but I finish my homework unconsciously after class. Besides, I'm too playful and my teacher didn't teach me much. Plus there are too many children at home, and my parents have no energy to discipline me. As you can imagine, my academic performance is very poor.

However, when I was in the sixth grade, my luck changed and I met a "special" teacher. Why is he "special"? Mainly because he is different from other teachers. The former teacher paid special attention to those students with good grades, while this teacher paid special attention to those students with poor grades. In a word, my first impression of this teacher is "special".

Later, I slowly began to like his class. Especially after several exchanges, I became more and more interested in him.

Because my home is close to school, I often play at school after school, and sometimes I even go home after dark. The teacher lives in school, and he knows that my grades are not very good. Once, he asked me, "Have you finished your homework?" I smiled and said to him, "I never do my homework." Hearing my answer, he was not angry. Instead, he called me to the office, showed me the compositions written by those students who had studied well, and patiently told me how to write, especially writing. He took pains to teach me. It was not until late that he told me to go home and write another composition as he said.

A week later, I didn't expect my composition to be posted on the blackboard in my class. The teacher also wrote a lot of comments at the back of my composition. The first time I accepted this kind of "treatment", I felt very contradictory and didn't know how to decide. You can't play in class. What if you have to do your homework after class? There must be an end between study and play. I resolutely chose to study! Maybe later he saw my determination, took extra care of me, often made up lessons for me and lent me many books. After hard work, my grades made great strides, and the final exam jumped from the penultimate to the second in my class.

This exam changed the fate of my life. If I fail this exam, I may not be able to enter middle school.

Thank you, my teacher! I don't know when I can see you again.