Then, I followed her to the pig pen. She put on her water shoes, picked up a shovel, stepped into the pen door, and shoveled out the pig manure one by one. I stood aside and watched, saying I wanted t

Then, I followed her to the pig pen. She put on her water shoes, picked up a shovel, stepped into the pen door, and shoveled out the pig manure one by one. I stood aside and watched, saying I wanted to help, but she refused. "When my mother is not at home, all the work at home is done. I can do it." After saying that, she poured the pigweed into the trough. We chatted for a long time, and she said she liked painting and writing. She even won awards for her paintings, and she even got first place in the final exam. She took me to her room. The wall made of loess is covered with "Three Good Students", "Good Student", "First Place", ```````` A primary school textbook lies quietly on the table, and a short pencil, A round and large piece of rubber. "Are you still studying?" I asked her gently. "Yes, I can't stop studying just because I drop out of school. Although I have lost the opportunity to receive education, I will not just put down my studies." There was a firm gaze in her eyes, and I carefully opened the slightly yellowed book. On the first page of the book, four large characters "I want to study" were neatly written. These four big characters caught my eye and struck my heart heavily.

At this time, I remembered the buzzword that has become popular on campus recently: "Studying is hard, studying is tiring, and studying also requires tuition fees." "I'm Chinese, I don't learn foreign languages, I don't know ABC, but I still fly a plane." These words come from the mouths of students who waste time and money in school. They never paid for the pain of missing school. The world is so unfair that Yu Xiu lost the chance to bloom in spring, and a piece of fertile land turned into an overgrown Gobi.

When we parted, Yu Xiu held my hand tightly. The bamboo forest behind her was rustled by the autumn wind. When the car started, she cried. I comforted her and said I would come to see her again. Just like that, the car started to break free of our clasped hands. From a distance, I saw her thin figure standing in the bleak autumn wind, getting further and further away from my sight. At this time, I felt so heavy. 2. Composition on eagerness to go to school

She wore this shabby dress, with black fingers, and a pair of big eyes on her waxy face, full of eagerness to go to school. There is a tall nose and a small mouth of the speaker below. She is a child from a poor mountainous area who longs to go to school.

In her hand, the pencil was always very short. She held the pencil tightly as if it were a treasure, for fear of being snatched away by others. There is a piece of paper under the hand, with many words neatly written on it. But the girl was still trying hard to find a space to write.

This is a photo in my book. The girl wanted to go to school so much, but her family had no money and could only buy a piece of paper and a pen. The girl still worked hard to practice calligraphy. I wrote it over and over again, finishing the front and writing the back.

This girl’s spirit of seeking knowledge is so admirable, I want to learn from her! ! ! 3. Essay about air pollution and desire to go to school

Example

I am a student in Class 1 of the sixth grade. Fragrant flowers, green grass and tall teaching buildings are in this beautiful place. In our school, we stroll on the tree-lined campus, study in classrooms with bright and clean windows, study in a clean and elegant environment, bask in the sunshine and harvest, and absorb nutrients to grow in the beautiful campus environment.

However, as I grow up day by day, I find that littering by classmates can be seen everywhere on campus, and the playground has become a paradise for garbage. Although there are more and more garbage cans next to the playground, they are like nothing in front of students. The water in the faucet was flowing loudly, but the bathroom was already empty. What's more, after class, they took the drinking bottles to pick up the water and have a "water fight." Who would have thought that if one person in China wastes one bottle of water, the world will instantly lose 1.3 billion bottles of water.

If it is wasted without restraint for a long time, in the near future, the last drop of water will become human tears!

In order to make the campus more beautiful, I make the following suggestions to the school:

1. Carry out environmental protection activities. The teachers and students of the school will work together to protect the grass and trees and not trample on the green lawns. Do not climb branches and pick flowers; cherish every green leaf and every seedling;

2. Hold an environmental protection knowledge competition to make the principle of "waste shameful, conservation glorious" more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people;

3. Educate students to develop good hygiene habits, not to throw away melon rinds and fruit shells, cigarette butts, food packaging, etc., and not to spit anywhere. Cultivate students to have love, pick up a piece of waste paper, a cigarette butt, and a waste plastic bag on the ground, bend down and use your hands to keep the campus clean.

4. Post environmental protection slogans on campus to remind students to start from me and start from now.

5. Adopt the method of "picking up garbage, winning points, and winning prizes" *** Students care for the environment and select the "Top Ten Outstanding Environmental Guardians" for praise and encouragement.

I hope the teachers will take time out of their busy schedules to take a closer look at my suggestions and adopt them. I also hope that my little suggestion can add color to my alma mater. 4. An essay about the desire for all children to go to school, about 500 words

A touching article, let us work together to help poor children who are eager to study. In the autumn of 2004, I went to the west with a delegation of Henan writers Collect style.

First we went to Gansu, wandered on the Silk Road for a few days, and then took a train from Dunhuang to Turpan. After getting off the train in Turpan, the first stop was not the world-famous vineyards, but the ancient city of Gaochang.

I have heard of Gaochang Ancient City for a long time. This city with a history of more than 1,400 years is located in the open plains in front of the Flaming Mountains, with an altitude of about -40 meters. It is an oasis watered by the Mutou Gou River. It is named after its high terrain and prosperous population.

The eminent monk Xuanzang went to Gaochang to pray for Buddhism in the West, and the king of Gaochang was generous with gifts. This is a conclusive historical record as early as the Tang Dynasty. Today's Gaochang Old City is already a huge ruin - otherwise it wouldn't be called the Old City.

After getting off the tour bus, while waiting for the tour guide to buy a ticket, I stood at the simple entrance and looked inside. Seeing the outlines of piles of loess in the distance, I couldn't wait to see them.

"Auntie." Someone tugged on my lapel.

I frowned. I wore a white dress today, which doesn't hold up well to stains.

Looking back, I saw a typical Uighur girl. She has a high nose, deep-set European-style eye sockets, long eyelashes, a rose-red vest over her long gauze skirt, and a black cap studded with beads.

She was carrying a bunch of bells in her hand. Oh, she's here to sell me something.

I shook my hand at her. "Auntie."

She called again. "What's the matter?" I had to answer.

"Is this your first time here?" Her Mandarin was very stiff. Only when I arrived in Xinjiang did I realize that the Uyghur Mandarin spoken in TV sketches was not an exaggeration.

"Yes." "Do you like it?" "Yes."

"Are you a teacher?" "I have been a teacher." I was a little surprised.

I have a history of teaching in rural areas for 4 years, but how could she see that? "You look like a teacher and a good person." Her sweet mouth is very good at talking.

I couldn’t help laughing. Probably because of my appearance? A friend once joked that I looked like a good wife and mother.

Good wife and mother = teacher = good person? Interesting logic. But then again, this is a simple compliment.

"You are beautiful." She continued her attack.

Another luxury bus came to the parking lot. Why is she still pestering me to do ineffective work? I was a little worried for her.

I thought I might as well buy one so that she could save me the trouble.

"How do you sell your stuff?" I asked. She untied one and handed it to me: "Here it is."

"How much?" "No money." "What?" "No money."

Are you kidding me? . I sell things for free in tourist areas. Can I give them away? I ignored her and went to dig out my wallet.

She stopped me and said very seriously: "I really don't need money." "Then I don't want it either."

I said simply. In another sense, it is the most expensive if it does not cost money.

I won’t do such an outrageous thing. The tour guide is already greeting everyone.

I followed the team in and waved to her. After getting on the colorful donkey cart, we entered the depths of the city in the flying dust. After playing for more than two hours, we were still not satisfied. When we came out, I saw the little girl at a glance.

She was standing at the exit, and Lima followed me. "The donkey cart didn't run over you, did it?" "No, thank you."

"Here you go." She came again.

I still don’t want it. Of course not.

After walking around the surrounding stalls, I learned about the prices of such bells. The highest asking price was five yuan. So, when she handed it to me again, I handed her the five yuan.

"No money, no money." She said anxiously, "It's for you, it's for you."

"For me? Why?" "Because you are a teacher. Good guy." I laughed.

But to be honest, I don’t believe that I will have such good luck. Wise men at home and abroad in ancient and modern times have taught us that pie will not fall in the sky.

So, I don’t believe in this five-dollar pie—no, it’s not worth five dollars. In the final analysis, this is just a more humane sales method: you give me something for free, and I feel bad about it, so I must give you money.

So, everyone was happy. Under the soft satin, there are cold RMB wrapped in it.

"Don't be afraid, I really don't need money, really." She persuaded me patiently, "I often give things to the guests I like, and the one I chose today is you."

Afraid? What am I afraid of? Are you afraid of you, a little girl? I took the bell. An exquisite mouse is engraved on the silver pendant.

I happen to be born in the Year of the Rat. She noticed my confusion and pointed to my chest.

I am wearing a rat head wooden necklace given to me by a friend in Gansu. This ghost! "Okay, I'll take it."

I said, I was determined to pay attention and handed the money to her through the car window after I got in the car. I took a photo with her and promised to send the photo to her.

Then I went to buy silk scarves. She still followed me and told me what kind of scarves were good. I bought two according to her suggestion. After buying it, the tour guide started urging me to get in the car. When I got in the car, she was standing outside my car window.

We didn’t know what to say, so we just giggled at each other. The car started moving.

She and I said goodbye at the car window. I held her dirty little hand and took the money.

She was startled and understood. Tears welled up from her eyes in an instant.

"No! Teacher! No! Teacher!" She shouted while holding up the money. Then she took off running, following our car.

The dust emitted by the wheels washed her little face and quickly covered her tears. However, more tears rushed down again.

Her face soon became blurry. The driver stopped the car.

Everyone in the car looked at me, and I turned my face to her with difficulty. I admit, I started to regret it the moment I saw her tears.

Regretful and ashamed. I got out of the car and took the money from her hand.

She smiled. The dusty little face smiled like a pale daisy.

"You must tell me, what do you like? I will also send you a gift when I get home." I said.

She resisted for a long time, and it was not until I threatened her that I would not give up the bell that she shyly told me that she liked stationery and books. At my request, she found a cigarette box and wrote her address on the back: Hatiya (collection), No. ** Street, ** Village, ** Township, Turpan City, Xinjiang.

Then I saw her solemnly writing the word "close" in parentheses, which made me feel a little happy again. Does she think I don't know how to write? Adorable child.

When I came back from Xinjiang, I went to the photo studio to develop the photos, went to the bookstore to buy a fairy tale collection, and bought some stationery at the stationery store. 5. Write a letter to the big eyes eager to read

When I was very young, I saw such a picture: one hand holding a pencil, two eyes looking straight ahead, full of desire for knowledge. A little girl with big eyes, titled "I want to go to school". When I studied this text today, those big eyes full of longing still deeply shocked my soul.

In 1992, reporter Xie Hailong met a group of children who traveled more than 30 miles every day to study in a primary school in Wantou Village, Jinzhai County, Anhui Province. Among the many children, he found a little girl with big shining eyes. The reporter was moved by the little girl's spirit of not fearing hardships and studying tenaciously. When the little girl raised her head and stared at the blackboard, that momentary look was captured by the reporter's camera, leaving a very precious photo that attracted the world's attention. Su Mingjuan in this photo has also become the spokesperson of Project Hope.

I found Su Mingjuan’s eyes so eager, innocent and beautiful. Her big eyes eager to read but helpless touched the hearts of countless people. If it weren't for the pair of eyes that sparkled with desire and innocence, if it weren't for the big eyes full of melancholy, if it weren't for an ordinary photojournalist who faithfully recorded that moment into his lens, the four "Project Hope" Words cannot deeply shake hundreds of millions of sincere hearts. Aren’t those focused and eager eyes the same as the hearts of millions of children in poor areas who are eager to study? It is these big, shocking eyes that have made countless sincere and kind-hearted people shed tears. These melancholy and longing eyes aroused the love of millions of people at home and abroad, and countless people's helping hands were extended to children who were eager to study. As a result, one child after another was able to return to class, and one hope primary school after another was established and put into operation. From her clear, beautiful, black and translucent eyes, I saw her desire to read. yes! These big eyes are so attentive because she cherishes this hard-won learning opportunity; they are so melancholy because she is afraid of losing this hard-won learning opportunity; they are so eager to study, even if the learning conditions are not enough It's so hard and harsh. These big eyes are the epitome of thousands of children on the verge of dropping out of school. They shout out to the world that I want to study.

Today, when we happily go to school with our schoolbags on our backs, have you ever thought of our peers who dropped out of school because they could not afford the tuition fees? Have you ever thought of those children who can still be self-reliant in a poor life? How pitiful they are! If "Big Eyes" Su Mingjuan can move us and make the Hope Project deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, then we should also use our love, sincerity and kindness to regard them as our sisters and brothers and give them care and warmth. What we can do To; Cherish the beautiful and happy study life now, we should do it. I hope that more caring people will pay attention to the Hope Project, pay attention to the children in rural mountainous areas who are eager to go to school but cannot afford to go to school, and lend a helping hand one after another. As long as each of us gives a little love, the world will become a better place! 6. Desire Composition

One dull evening, the surroundings were quiet. I sat at the table, but my heart became restless. I opened my diary and said, "If someone asks me what I long for now.

I want to say: 'I am eager to fly. '" In the morning, because I was sick, I had to take time off to go to school.

I used hemostatic cotton with my right hand to press the injection site of my left hand. My father’s urging buzzed in my ears: "Get in the car quickly. You are so late and have missed several classes." Although I felt guilty in my heart. I was helpless in every possible way, but in the end I opened the door of the car and got in.

Living a regular life every day, with nothing but books, I have forgotten the current season, is it spring or winter? The street lights outside the window flashed by quickly, like time, disappearing in a flash. I frowned. Suddenly, a touch of green and a touch of yellow entered my realization. What was that? It's rape flowers, getting closer and closer, and finally, they become a large area. Because the car took a shortcut, we passed by a field. In this way, I also had the opportunity to feel the vitality, I thought to myself.

What kind of cute clothes are there outside the car window? The green poles are close together, the yellow flowers are hugged into a ball, the wind is blowing gently, and the dirty joke, you push me, I push you, finally dispersed with laughter. The green is so new, so clean, the yellow is so rich, and so refreshing.

I was affected by the paintings in front of me. Spring turned out to be so beautiful. I stretched out my hand to hold the spring, but my hand was bounced back hard by the plexiglass of the car window. It turns out that this spring does not belong to me.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived at school, and when I saw the black school gate, it felt like a prison. Sadness arises from the bottom of my heart.

In fact, how much I long to fly like a bird. I want to fly into the long-lost nature and feel the blue sky. The purity of white clouds.

Decorate the sky with my presence and add splendor to spring. I long to fly, long to be free.

I don’t want to block myself, and I don’t want to wander between the expectations of my parents and teachers. I want to fly, I want to get rid of the shackles of my parents, and get rid of the heavy textbooks and homework. But, where are my wings? The purple butterfly has wings because it has gone through the pain of transforming from a pupa into a butterfly; the bird can fly because it has gone through the hardships of test flight.

But what about me, are my wings strong? Are my feathers full? Can I fly in the wind and rain? I need the pupa just to give myself wings. Although there will be hardships, tears and sweat in it, I am not afraid, I will fight for my desire. When the sunset was about to receive its last afterglow, I added after the sentence in the diary, "Starting from the practice, I will fight for this desire." 7. Longing Eyes Composition 600 words

This morning, Teacher Hu showed us several pictures of Goudiaoyan Village in Maochang Town.

When I saw the fourth picture, I was stunned. There was a little boy who was only ten years old with a backpack that was almost as tall as him. Because his family had no money to pay 140 yuan for tuition and miscellaneous fees, he had to work in the fields. At that time, the reporter asked him if he wanted to go to school? He immediately replied thinking. But his family was very poor, so he used his own labor to prove the value of his life. When I read the text next to this picture, I felt very shocked and sad. A ten-year-old boy had always longed to go to school, but he gave up the opportunity to go to school because his family had no money.

For us children living in the city, one hundred and forty yuan is just for food, play, and drink, but for their family, it is simply a Astronomical numbers. I even think that his life is more valuable than our children living in the city. He can use labor to prove the value of his life, but we only spend a lot of our parents' hard-earned money.

Although a ten-year-old boy gave up a great future, his spirit is worthy of our praise and admiration. If we were him, would we use labor to prove ourselves like him? No, absolutely not.

I looked at his thin body, and I couldn't help but think: How far we are from success depends on our own efforts. Try to go step by step along the road of struggle, and success is not far away. My future is not a dream.

I believe that one day, he will use his own labor to prove to everyone the value of his life! 8. Write an essay on the title "Desire", not too profound [about 600 words]

Every child is eager to grow and become an adult. 26nbspIn the years when I longed to grow, I also Looking forward to...

That year, I looked at my brother next door who was wearing a red scarf and carrying a schoolbag to go to school. I kept counting my fingers and thinking about when I could be like him. So, when someone asks: "Do you want to grow up?" "Of course I do." "What's good about growing up?" "When you grow up, you can carry your schoolbag and go to school like the brother next door!" Just like that, counting A year passed, and the brother next door wore the league emblem again. I thought, I "grew up". In the years of longing for growth, I was counting my fingers and looking forward to growing up.

That pair of sneakers is lying quietly in the shoe cabinet. I often ask: "Mom, when can I wear it?" My mother held my head and said softly, "When you grow up, you can wear it!" Oh, I know, when I grow up, I will It’s time to wear it! I began to look forward to growing up every day; so, I opened the shoe cabinet every day and tried on them; I measured my height with a market ruler every day. Because I know that when you grow up, you grow taller, and when you grow taller, you can wear new shoes. In the years when I was eager to grow up, that pair of shoes has always been with me

I remember when I was in the first grade, my sister always pulled my nose and said, "You are so childish!" Grow up, grow up quickly, I thought to myself When you grow up, you will no longer be childish. When you grow up, you will be "mature". When you grow up, you can pull other people's noses and say, "You are so childish!" Others ask, "Is it okay to grow up?" "Of course. Ah!" "But why do I think it's not good to grow up when I'm older than you?" I ignored him, but there was an extra sadness in my heart, staining the flawless jade of "growing up". What should I do if the growth I longed for disappoints me? Isn’t it good to grow up? In the years when I was eager to grow, I became a little bit resistant to growth. 9. A 500~600-word essay titled "Desire" for middle school students

Desire

Some people say that life is just a meteor in life because it is short; It is said that life is a long play without a director, because it is at a loss; but I think life is a journey, which releases colorful light in the ups and downs. Many people complain about their misfortunes and lament the hardships and hardships of life. But I firmly believe in Balzac's famous saying: "Difficulties are an abyss for the weak and a fortune for the strong." Although I have only taken a small step in my life, I have also embraced many difficulties, which are very important to me. It is insignificant to a person who has experienced hardships, but it has brought me joy after pain and fulfillment after melancholy. Of course, in the face of difficulties, I have been discouraged, frustrated, sad, and cried, but I understand that tears cannot make a ship with a broken mast sail far away. In this way, I fall again and again and climb again and again. Get up and realize the true meaning of life amidst difficulties.

I once read a poem like this:

Always fall and get up again and again,

Always rise up in the face of adversity again and again ,

Always ask yourself more than once: "What is the true meaning of life?"

When you wipe away the tears of loss, / face the difficult situation again,

When I put away the confused sadness again,

re-wrote the diary of my youth,

Only then did I understand

Never bow to difficulties, but It is to fight again and again

Believe that you will eventually win.

This is the meaning of life!

Difficult training makes me mature, makes me full of enthusiasm, and makes me love life more.

The road of life goes like this, with ups and downs, wind and rain. Only after tasting the pain of separation can we feel the joy of meeting again; only after tasting the bitterness of failure can we feel the joy of success.

I am a girl, and I know that the most important thing for a girl is self-esteem, the most precious thing is self-improvement, and the most rare thing is self-reliance.

I long for more difficulties in life, smile in difficulties, and rise in adversity, so that I can become a self-respecting, self-reliant, and self-reliant person.