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A detailed description of 500 words.

1.500 words describe in detail that last summer vacation, I stayed at my grandfather's house temporarily, and it was almost noon 12. My cousin and I came back from outside and found everyone asleep when our stomachs were growling. Everyone in my grandfather's family has the habit of taking a nap. I can't bear to wake them up except my cousin.

So at this time, I suddenly came up with a good idea: cooking by myself.

However, there is still a question before me: what should I do? Let me see, well, let's make the simplest egg fight!

At this time, my cousin went out to get the book again and pushed the task to me. I want to be her.

Cousin, I am very hungry. I can't help being hurried.

First of all, get all the raw materials ready and start working! Dice the ham sausage and put it on a small plate; After breaking three eggs, put the yolk and egg white in a small dish and mix well; Then soak the green beans in a small bowl: fried rice (fortunately, my mother taught me a few tricks, otherwise I can only eat "ham and sausage mixed with cold rice" today). All right, get to the point.

By this time, I had put the oil into the pot and heated it, making a crackling sound. I poured a little oil into the pot and it smelled good. Then I put down the ham sausage and green beans and fried them for a few minutes. A fragrance floated to my cousin's side, and then I poured a little oil. This is a terrible release. All the spilled oil stars fell on my arm. I'll fire the leftovers.

I hope this will be great! So I took a bite. Honey, come on, I haven't added salt yet! So he quickly added salt. Then turn off the fire. Happy ... finally finished!

Although I was tired and hurt, I finally had my first meal. Although it is not very delicious, I believe that with this experience, I will do better next time!

Maybe less than 500 words.

The scenery outside the window is colorful, and almost all the scenery is panoramic. The scenery outside the window has modern buildings, and the cars in the street are running. Students, young people and old people in the street are busy making a living. There are tall trees, bright flowers and green grass. Birds live and play in the trees ... Birds in the sky are flying freely and swallows are lining up. How wonderful all this is!

By noon, the scenery outside is more beautiful. The sun shines on the earth, people are shopping, cars extend in all directions on the expressway, people seem to be packed, very lively, some buildings are under construction, cranes are constantly transporting cement, workers are also very hard, and everyone is quiet in joy.

At night, there are fewer people in the street. At this time, the birds in the sky have returned to their nests, and there are so many cars. At this time, every household is cooking their own food. This shows that people's living standards have improved.

In the evening, the sun will set and the workers will have a rest. The clouds are particularly red and beautiful by the sun. At this time, there are clouds in the fire in the air. By this time, everyone had finished eating and came out to see the clouds in the fire. It is very comfortable for people to look at the clouds in the fire while walking. At this time, some people play basketball, some people play badminton, and some people pace and daydream. ...

It was getting dark slowly, and thousands of crows suddenly passed in the sky. It's spectacular. They seem to be talking to each other, as if chatting. It's getting dark, and the stars and the moon are coming out. It's dark now, but the moon and stars make the sky very beautiful. The sky at this time is not the sky, but the starry sky. Suddenly I remembered a poem, "The starry sky will be boundless, and the cowherd and the weaver girl will cross the river." Then I wonder why there are so many crows. Think, think, oh I see, crows like dirty and smelly places. There must be factories and garbage dumps around here. Sure enough, there really is a factory operating not far from here, and it is still emitting black smoke. Only then did I know that this factory attracted crows. This factory is not only harmful to us, but also pollutes the environment.

At this point, it's getting late. I think the world outside the window is wonderful, but it is also a pity. Unfortunately, the natural and harmonious scenery is shrouded in black smoke. I naturally think that I should shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting my home. For this reason, I want to appeal loudly to get rid of the "bad things" that endanger our humanity and give us a fresh and clear world. I think that only in this way can the sky where we live with everything be the most harmonious and beautiful. Only in this way can our home be more attractive and attractive!

3. Write a 500-word landscape composition. Spring is a season full of imagination. It's not as hot as summer, but the temperature is suitable. Unlike autumn, everything is green and full of vitality, full of green. It is not like heavy snow in winter, but a breeze. I like the reverie of spring, and I prefer the story of spring.

Grass has such a touching story. Spring has come. After many painful struggles in the soil, it broke through the ground and ushered in the first day of sunshine and rain, breathing the first breath of fresh air, smiling and swaying freely in the breeze. It was free and easy, and the green leaves dotted the earth. No matter whether it rains or blows, it tries its best to give the most beautiful wishes and laughter to spring. The strength of the grass is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties is inspiring. Throughout the ages, how many poets, poets and writers have praised the grass? Although its life is short, it plunged into spring without hesitation. Well done!

There is such a touching story on the hillside: with the ringing of the spring bell, everything on the hillside has revived as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant. They all stretched themselves, washed the dust off their faces, coated them with smooth oil, and all of them were radiant. They also occupied every corner of the hillside like grabbing land, and the grass and flowers complemented each other; Butterfly bees work together; Tall trees and low trees are pitching, and these beautiful scenes are unique in harmony with other scenery.

This river has such a beautiful story: with the continuous restoration of the scenery around the river, it also wants to show its most beautiful side. It fluttered and its voice was much brighter than before. In the bright sunshine, it exudes dazzling light, as if wearing a flash suit, dazzling. The river is clear, tastes sweet and smells pure. This river! River! I didn't know you really had a gift for this.

There are many stories about spring. As long as you pay attention to the bits and pieces around you, you will find them vivid, mysterious and beautiful, which will bring you full of shock and wonder. They all exude a noble temperament and are pleasing to the eye!

Spring, a wonderful season!

4. Write five compositions of about 500 words to give a score, brother. . . . . . What is happiness? It seems that such a profound question is not suitable for you to think when you are in such a low mood, but it has been lingering in your mind. Cinderella said: Happiness is dancing with the beloved prince every night; Sleeping beauty said: Happiness is getting a sweet kiss when sleeping in the dark; Hai's daughter said: happiness is to make the person you love happy, even if you lose your life; But fairy tales are fairy tales after all and cannot replace reality. What is happiness? Happiness is talking with friends about poetry and painting, playing the piano and singing; Happiness is fighting with the master and learning martial arts; However, ancient times are ancient after all and cannot replace the present. What is happiness? Is to open your eyes in the morning, see the sun shining all over the room, smell the sun and the smell of the morning; It was a sunny morning, sitting on the empty balcony with my favorite book, enjoying the wind blowing and the words crossing; It was a rainy afternoon, walking quietly in the rain, watching the grass dance in the rain and listening to the sound of rain dripping on the earth; It was the evening when the lights were on. I was walking idly on the road and heard a familiar old song. I stopped and let the memory clear in my mind. It was a starry night, sitting by the field watching the stars blink, watching fireflies flying and watching the neon flashing in the distance; What is happiness? It was spring that saw the first touch of green and felt the warm wind blowing through the hair weaving; It is summer to see flowers in full bloom under the scorching sun and sit by the sea to watch the ebb and flow of the tide; Seeing red leaves flying all over the sky and walking with long shadows in the sunset, it was autumn; When I see snow everywhere, it is winter, running in the world of silver; What is happiness? When I was ten years old, I wore new clothes, held lucky money, waved fireworks and played with my friends. At the age of 20, I chatted with some close friends all over the world, drank and finally cried. At the age of 30, I walked down the red carpet with my beloved and dressed up as a nest together. At the age of forty, I watched the child dress up in front of the mirror and praised her as more beautiful than her mother. When I was fifty years old, I went shopping with my children and was said to be brother and sister. At the age of 60, the whole family got together during the Spring Festival and sat together to eat jiaozi when the bell rang on New Year's Eve. At the age of seventy, I took my wife's hand and went for a walk in the park, watching the sunset on the bench together. What is happiness? Happiness has too many definitions, maybe it's just a feeling; I don't know if I am happy, but at this moment, I let my mouth slightly rise. For a long time, I was depressed, unable to appreciate the joy of life and didn't know what the meaning of life was. Every day, I live like a walking corpse. When I am alone, I often ask myself: How am I doing? Is my life happy? Am I happy? Why do I always feel unhappy? What kind of life is happiness? I was born in that era of material scarcity. At that time, it was difficult for people to live without food and clothes. So once I naively thought that happiness was the richness and abundance of material life. What a pleasure it is to have food, clothes and some pocket money in your pocket. But when my material life was satisfied, I found that I didn't feel very happy, or even unhappy at all, because my heart was always empty. So, I think, happiness should also be a kind of spiritual abundance. A person who has ideals, pursuits and his own career should be a truly happy person. Based on this idea, I strive to enrich my spiritual life. When I finally got a little achievement, I once again reflected on whether I was happy or not. I found that I still didn't feel too happy, because success only brought me temporary happiness and didn't make me feel very happy. I'm a little confused, so what is happiness? What kind of life is happiness? I've always wondered. By chance, I saw a short story on the Internet: A philosopher saw a fisherman sunbathing on the beach and asked strangely, "Why don't you go fishing?" The fisherman said, "I'm back." The philosopher said, "Why not catch one more boat?" The fisherman replied, "We have enough to eat and drink." The philosopher said, "Fishing more can save more money." The fisherman shook his head and said, "What are you saving for?" The philosopher calculated, "If you catch one more boat every day, you will buy many boats in fifteen years." The fisherman said lazily, "So what?" The philosopher said seriously, "At that time, you could lie on the beach and bask in the sun." The fisherman said, "I am lying on the beach in the sun now." After reading this short story, I suddenly understood a truth: happiness is not a deliberate pursuit, but a indifferent, simple and personal feeling. Happiness cannot be measured by the amount of money, nor can it be measured by the success of a career. Millionaires are not necessarily happier than penniless fishermen, and successful entrepreneurs are not necessarily happier than ordinary citizens. Finally, I know my happiness: after washing and grooming in the morning, I breathe the fresh air and walk leisurely on the way to work against the rising sun.

The composition described in about 5.500 words is my most unforgettable person.

"Unforgettable people, unforgettable people ..." Gee, it's really hard. I still can't figure out who to write about. Yes, that's him.

He has short black hair and is the third highest in the class. His chubby body is a chubby figure in the eyes of his parents. Although he is a boy, he has a pair of curved arch eyebrows. He remembered Song Dandan's sentence, "Everyone will be happy when the willow leaves bend their eyebrows and the cherry mouth." However, he hates his beautiful eyebrows very much.

If there is a running account of his "glorious deeds", let's talk about reading books. His pronunciation is very distinctive, that is, a two-part allegorical saying, "Run the marathon in one second-fast". It is well-deserved to say that he is fast. I remember one time, he was so absorbed in three musketeers that he stared like a robot. When he saw the plot of the fight,

He is also a groupie. He is a big fan of Jay Chou. He is infatuated with Jay Chou's songs, dreaming like a dream, intoxicated with them, as if he were integrated into Jay Chou's emotional world. In his eyes, Jay Chou's nunchaku dance is the coolest. The rhythm of nunchakus is exciting and touching. You can feel the cruelty of war in the last battle. Li Qixiang is like a sweet poem, a breeze. ...

Ha! Do you want to know who he is? She is the person I know best-Yoko.

6. Character description composition (500 words) 1. Writing about appearance is to describe the facial features, head and posture, voice, smile and dress of the characters. The description of characters' appearance can be concentrated at the beginning of the composition. It can also be dispersed with the development of narrative or storyline. However, it should be noted that no matter how you write, what you write and how much you write, you must be able to serve the performance of characters or characteristics and highlight the central idea.

Second, write actions or events. Actions or events are a form of expression of people's ideological activities, and also reflect some spiritual qualities of people to some extent. For example, the action description in "He Jumped and Jumped Along the Way" shows the inner joy of the characters: the action description in "He gritted his teeth and threw himself forward with all his strength" reveals the strong and brave qualities of the characters. When describing actions, be sure to use accurate and concise words.

Reference: My mother

I have a good mother who loves me. She is not beautiful, but in my heart, my mother is beautiful.

My mother cares about my study. Whenever I hear that I can't do some problems, she will explain them to me in detail. Whenever I bring back an excellent test paper from school, she will squint with a smile and turn into a crescent moon. After praising me, she didn't forget to say, "Although I did well in this exam, don't be proud!" ! Make persistent efforts next time, I believe you will do better next time! "Hearing these words, my heart is sweeter than eating honey. When I didn't do well in the exam, my mother didn't criticize me either, but asked me why I didn't do well in the exam, and then analyzed with me why I was wrong. Listening to my mother's instructions, I made up my mind: Mom, I must do well in the next exam!

My mother not only cares about my study, but also my health. Every morning, after my mother urges me to do morning exercises, I can see all kinds of nutritious and appetizing breakfasts. In the evening, after the "Symphony of Pots and Pots" always sounded in the kitchen, an overflowing smell of food hooked me on the table, and I always enjoyed a hearty dinner. My mother always matches vegetarian food and tells me to pay attention to a balanced diet and not to be picky about food. In life, my mother is so considerate and meticulous to me.

Unconsciously, wrinkles quietly climbed up the mother's vicissitudes of life. Ah! Mom, you have spent all your efforts on me, and I won't let you down!

The composition "character" described in 7.500 words is the soul of the article. However, the common characters in students' exercises are often one-sided, without personality and vividness, and the whole article looks dry, boring and lacking in appeal. If you read these works carefully, you will find a common problem: you often just pursue writing something completely, ignoring vivid, concrete and nuanced details.

Detail description has a wide range and various functions, but it mainly depicts characters and shapes their images. Vivid details are like human cells. Without them, people will lose their lives, characters will lose their flesh and blood, and there are no details. Writer Lee Joon said: "In revealing a character's personality characteristics, a detail sometimes plays the same role as a plot or a scene." As the saying goes, "the spirit is seen in the nuances."

The creation of literary masters attaches great importance to the description of details. In Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q, the first sentence of Ah Q was described in detail: "When it was time to draw a circle, the hand just shook with a pen, and the man spread the paper on the ground, and Ah Q fell down and tried to draw a circle. Afraid of being laughed at, he decided to draw a circle, but the damn pen was not only heavy, but also disobedient. It just shook and almost closed, but shrugged its shoulders and turned into a melon seed. " The details of this behavior concretely, vividly and vividly reflect Ah Q's personality characteristics ―― he stuck to the "spiritual victory law" of self-deception until his death. When people read this detailed description, who can not think that Ah Q is ridiculous, sad and pitiful? How can we not "mourn its misfortune and anger it" and then think deeply about the national inferiority?

Not only China writers, but also foreign writers. Like Balzac's Eugénie? Grandet wrote that before Grandet died, when the priest sent the gold-plated cross to his lips to kiss the icon of Christ, "he made a terrible gesture to hold the cross in his hand, and this last effort killed him." Only this detail vividly depicts the ugly image of the insatiable and untiring miser. It is the detailed description that makes the characters lifelike, and the whole article is full of vitality and strong appeal.

Of course, not all the details of life are valuable, and it is not just to write "fine". A good detail description must be useful, true and typical. It must express the mental outlook of the characters and deepen the theme of the article. It must conform to the personality characteristics of the characters and the reality of real life, and should best highlight the personality characteristics of the characters. Where do the details come from? Literature comes from life, and details are in colorful life. Be a conscientious person in life and always pay attention to the people and things around you, especially the objects you describe. On the streets of Shaoxing, Xianheng Hotel, Lu Xun concentrated on observing short-sleeved gangs and long-sleeved guests before "painting the soul of the silent". In the dark coffee room in Dublin, Joyce coldly looked at the wandering * * *, liars, mental patients, beggars and rich people, brewing Ulysses that shocked the world. Throughout the ages, great writers have always devoted their lives to catching people and things that make the soul tremble and casting them into chapters that will last forever. Capture the details, use the details, make this golden key work for you, and make your article shine!

A detailed description of the characters in 8.500 words. He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy. They are silent, but they only seem to feel the sky.

Lively. A comb like the moon describes an immature girl, but she is not shy to see people, and she has both light and outline.

Fresh and carved dewdrops can gradually set off the night scene. Insects on the grass in the small garden talk in trivial ways at night. hear nothing of

Qi Xin, a group of frogs and Qi Xin worked together to blow the horn, like the sound of a boiling fire. A few fireflies swam around,

Unlike flying, like floating in the thick air, a little firefly flashes in the darkness without moonlight.

Like a green eye on a summer night.

"Good rain knows the season" has quietly happened to these women who are fighting for beauty. The enchanting peony dripped in the spring rain.

Under this nourishment, the beauty of the country is increasingly displayed, and the beauty of the country is displayed. The petals are covered with dew.

Beads, wrapped in its attractive color, dripped silently and got into the grass, lingering fragrance. Xiaocaoer

Also stand proudly, pop up a small head like a needle tip, like a newborn child, moistened by the spring rain.

With lovely green and new green, grow sturdily in the embrace of rain. Elves on the grass

Dynamic colors like pearls and emeralds are embedded in pure cotton silk. Birds fly low in the spring rain.

Sing softly in the treetops when it rains. Birds and flowers, the scenery is infinitely good!

The moon rises from the edge of the forest and emits cold light, which makes the snow-covered fields look particularly white.

More and more people feel cold. Thousands of stars shine like night pearls scattered in the night sky.

Yin Hui can.

As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless little stars, blinking and imitating.

The Buddha invited people to travel in a vast space.

The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while and lifting the veil for a while to reveal her beauty.

Rong, the whole world has been immersed in the moonlight and turned into a dreamy silver gray.

1. Aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trouser legs. She moved slowly in the stream.

Lift your left foot slightly, take a small step forward, and then slowly drag your right foot forward as if you were wearing it.

Thousands of pounds of shoes. She twisted her hat, hunched her back, squinting with her head down and holding it in her hands.

What things look like. At this moment, she stopped and looked at a place on the right instead of looking around.

Without staring, he suddenly reached into the water with a small fish in his hand.

She picked up chopsticks, reached into a brightly colored plate, gently picked up a piece and held it in her left hand.

Holding it under the child, I carefully followed the chopsticks. Originally, the muscles and veins were abrupt, but now the veins and veins are harder.

The supplement is obvious. She put the dish in her mouth carefully and tasted it carefully.

Grandma slipped her right foot into the shoe mouth, and her bulging hands clung to the door frame.

Gently lift your left foot, carefully insert the tight foot into the shoe mouth, then plunge it in, and then step on it.

After a few steps, I put my feet comfortably and went out contentedly.

4, near, more and more close, the team leader finally came to his side, like mount tai stood in front of him, shout

"Hand in your homework, hand in your homework!" He "hey hey" smile, expression is so funny, that.

Mysterious, suddenly, he plunged into it, like a slippery loach passing by the leader's arm and his soles.

Ran away like oil

There is an old woman at the crossroads, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling with an umbrella.

Walk hard on an empty road. The wind hit me in the face with heavy rain, and she bent forward hard.

Hold on to the umbrella, take another step, take a half step back and stumble forward.

Grandpa has a bronzed face, two bell-like eyes and a sharp chin.

A wisp of goatee He is tall and has broad shoulders. Although he is over 70 years old, he can still speak.

The voice is as powerful as Hong Zhong; Start "pushing, pushing, pushing" him, even the young man can't catch up.

I'm going.

In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll. The circumference of the sun is the largest.

Red, red is so charming. Red is spreading everywhere, spreading half the sky, layer by layer.

Fade gradually until it turns gray. There are soft, transparent and clear things floating in the sky.

Humid air. Write it like this. . .

9. Write an essay of more than 500 words.

After class, the students walked out of the classroom in twos and threes. "Pa ..." Suddenly, there was a voice behind me. Looking back, I found that the glass in the classroom was broken and the glass was broken all over the floor. The students leaned in at once. This cup was fine just now, obviously it is broken. who is it? Some students said; "weren't you by the window just now?" Another man said, "I saw you picking up stones just now." You must have broken the glass! " ""you ... don't be bloody! " The whole class immediately quarreled like a frying pan. You say me, I say you, to outdo each other. It seems that anyone can be a murderer.

At this moment, the head teacher, Mr. Wang, came. She looked at the broken glass on the ground, her eyebrows became inverted "eight" and she shouted. "Who did it? Stand up for me! Otherwise, the whole class will stay and add homework! " The classroom suddenly became quiet, some students stamped their feet secretly in anger, and some even began to cry. Classmate, teacher, you look at me, I look at you, and time passes silently. Seeing that no one admitted it, the teacher turned and wrote on the blackboard "Copy one unit a day". "This is the result of who all don't admit. Now, you can learn about it from copying books and tell Mr. Wang why you are looking for that person? "

Students, look at me, I look at you, all sad, afraid to say anything. Suddenly, the monitor stood up and said; "Teacher, it's me." Teacher Wang's eyes widened. It's impossible! As a monitor, the school's brigade committee, top students with excellent grades ... The air in the classroom suddenly froze. The teacher asked in a low voice; "Is it really you?" How much surprise, how much doubt and how much pity are in your eyes! Unexpectedly, before the monitor could answer, someone stood up again: "Teacher, it wasn't the monitor, it was * * *!" The teacher looked back and found that he was a poor student in the class. He often fails exams, doesn't listen to lectures in class, and always makes a lot of small moves ... The teacher looks at him and his classmates. Judging from the students' direct eyes, I think it is possible that his monitor may have suffered from generation to generation. "Classmate, how to deal with this matter?" As soon as the voice fell, a female classmate stood up, blushed and whispered, "teacher, it's not them, it's me ... I want to show you magic when I'm playing with stones." Unfortunately, no one watched me change. I was so angry that I wanted to throw the stone out of the classroom, but I didn't expect it to hit the window ... "When the teacher saw it, it turned out to be very quiet in class and very good at ordinary times.

Everything is clear. The teacher motioned the three of them to sit down first, and then said, "I won't punish anyone for this today." I think all the students in our class had a good "integrity" class today, and they all understood what "integrity" is. Why should I find her out! " The teacher picked up the blackboard eraser and turned to erase the line just written on the blackboard. The small wooden boat ended and the students walked out of the classroom in twos and threes. "Pa ..." Suddenly, there was a voice behind me. Looking back, it turned out that it was my good friend Xiaoli who broke the small wooden boat that I was praised by the teacher in the art class. I became angry from embarrassment and walked over angrily. She quickly said, "Sorry, I didn't ..." She heard a bang in the middle of her speech. I took his little wooden boat and slammed it on the ground. She looked at the small wooden boat and said angrily, "I didn't mean to!" " "I didn't listen to her explanation, grabbed the book and left without looking back.

When I got home, I immediately ran on the treadmill to ease my anger. But the more I think about it, the more wrong I feel: she didn't mean it, and I can't let our friendship be destroyed on this small wooden boat. Thinking of this, I immediately rebuilt a delicate small wooden boat and carved four big words "Friendship Boat" on it.

The next day, after class, I went to Xiaoli's desk and took out the exquisite wooden boat from my pocket. I said to Xiaoli, "Yesterday was my fault. You were careless. Besides, I shouldn't have damaged your wooden boat. I made you another small wooden boat! " He took a small wooden boat and said, "Actually, it's my fault. I shouldn't have broken your little wooden boat. I made another one for you! " "We are good friends again!

After this incident, our friendship deepened. After this incident, I deeply realized that students should be considerate of each other, so as to make friendship indestructible.

10. Write a composition of 500 words. Someone I respect.

In my mind, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but there is one person whose character has benefited me all my life-the cleaner.

I remember on that cold morning, on my way to school, I vaguely saw a man sweeping the floor with a broom. I walked in and turned out to be a cleaner. Just then, I thought, isn't it cold that the cleaner is sweeping the floor in such a cold day? I saw her wearing a uniform and a mask, with a broom in her left hand and a dustpan in her right. The wind that stung her face turned her ears red.

She held a dustpan in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, sweeping it carefully and patiently. I saw her sweep this stolen goods and that stolen goods. I don't know how many times this action has to be repeated. Look, how tacit her hands are! When the dustpan is full, carefully dump it into the garbage truck for fear of polluting the ground that has just been swept. After pouring, I began to sweep again. I can see from her eyes how much she wants everyone to stop littering and keep the roads clean. At this time, a strong wind blew and the road was dirty. The cleaner said helplessly, "alas, there is really no way." I have to sweep it again. " Then, he cheered up and said, "Never mind, I will definitely finish it!" " "Then she began to sweep. This time, she swept the garbage together first, and then swept the garbage into the dustpan with a dustpan. When it is full, block the mouth with a broom to prevent the garbage from falling down and entering the garbage truck. I think: this can save more time and clean up the garbage. On second thought, the cleaner cleaned up the garbage. I walked into him without hesitation and said with a smile, "How kind of you! I want to learn from you the spirit of silent dedication! " The cleaner listened with a smile in his eyes.

This is the person I admire most. A person who gets up early every day and is greedy for the dark and silently dedicated. Isn't this man's character worth learning?