One of my most admired people needs to write 300 words quickly.

My mother is the person I admire most. Because she loves me more than herself. And her care and teaching made me really understand the true meaning of "maternal love". My mother is a music teacher, so the music atmosphere at home is very strong. When I was four years old, my mother began to teach me to play the piano. I was naughty at that time and didn't want to sit next to the piano. So I was so disgusted with my mother and the piano that I even smashed it for a while. What moves me is that my mother always tries her best to make me sit in front of the piano and "play" the piano. In order to let me learn the piano better, my mother quit all the work of tutoring the electronic piano! After primary school, my mother relaxed on my piano and began to grasp my study. In the final exam of the third grade, I only got 83 points in mathematics, and I have always been excellent. At that time, the paper had not been sent, but the impatient mother couldn't wait to send it out. She went to the teacher's office with me to look at the paper and asked me to do it again. I don't want to, but I dare not disobey my mother's orders, because my mother's eyes tell me that I have to do this. I think this is the first time she has been so strict with me. By the fifth grade, I have passed the CET-6 piano exam. My mother asked me if I wanted to take the exam again, and I said no without hesitation. Although my mother said nothing, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. Since then, I have never studied piano systematically. Time flies, and I will graduate from primary school in a blink of an eye. In order to choose an ideal middle school for me, she signed me up in many schools. At that time, my mother shuttled between many schools in the city, and the first thing she did when she met an acquaintance was to ask which school was better. Really, my mother is the busiest one in the family these days. After much deliberation, my mother finally chose No.1 Middle School. When I got the acceptance letter from No.1 Middle School, my mother was almost crazy with joy. At that moment, I felt the greatness of maternal love for the first time. It was also from then on that I developed a sense of worship for my mother! What pains me is that in the second half of the first semester of junior high school, my mother suffered from strange diseases of lumbar and cervical vertebrae because of excessive fatigue. Although seeking medical treatment everywhere, it has not been completely cured so far. Although my mother is in poor health, she still cooks breakfast for me every day. Whenever I see my mother busy in the kitchen, I feel an indescribable emotion in my heart. At this moment, I can't help but go to the piano and play the first song she taught me-"Only a mother is good in the world". Mom, in my world, you are warm, you are love, and you are the person I admire most in my life.

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Some people worship singers because they have a good voice; Some people worship painters because their works are vivid and pleasing to the eye; Some people like athletes because they win glory for their country. And the object I worship is really an ordinary and simple cleaner.

Since I was a child, I looked down on cleaners and thought their work was dirty. Not long ago, I changed my mind.

It was early in the morning, a little fish-belly grey had just appeared in the east, and there was no one in the street. Quietly, furtively, a car flew by by accident. I woke up from a beautiful dream and wanted to go to the toilet. When I walked through the living room, I suddenly heard the sound of "brushing". In the empty street, the sound was particularly harsh and aroused my curiosity. Walking into the window, I saw a uniformed cleaner sweeping the floor, and sweat was flowing out of her thin body. Seeing this, I unconsciously changed my mind: the cleaner is really hard, others are still sleeping, but I get up early and sweep the floor in the dark.

In the morning, I go to school at a brisk pace. When I came to a path, I saw a cleaner sweeping the floor. She swept carefully, as if she were the only one in this street. At this time, a crisp high-heeled shoes sound from far and near. It turned out that a fashionable white-collar girl came over. When she walked past the cleaner, the cleaner's broom accidentally swept her high heels. "Sorry, I was careless." The cleaner apologized quickly, but the girl didn't appreciate it. She frowned and said, "How did you sweep it? You are too careless. Pay attention next time. " The cleaner was still apologizing, but the girl walked away.

Seeing this, I can't help but stop: is this still a white-collar worker with higher education? I couldn't help feeling sorry for the cleaner, so I went up to her and asked, "Are you all right?" She seemed a little surprised, and then smiled faintly: "Nothing, I'm used to it." Say that finish, and bowed his head, continue to sweep the floor. Suddenly, I found this street so clean.

On the way to school, I thought: Although the cleaners are humble, their selfless dedication and hard work make us live in a clean environment every day. Isn't it worthy of respect? Thinking of this, the thin figure of the cleaner in the morning suddenly grew taller in my mind. ......

This is the object of my worship. Although he has no glamorous appearance, he is noble and simple!