I need an essay urgently! Thank you very much!

I need an essay urgently! Thank you very much!

A treasure in my home

In the closet of my home, there is a yellowed shirt hanging. It was not originally yellow, but it became an "old antique" because it was stored for too long.

This is no ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother’s endless love for me. Whenever I see it, I can't help but think of something that I will never forget.

When I was 9 years old, our family lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise building. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my father was on a business trip. In desperation, my mother took me to the hospital alone. When you arrive at the hospital, you have to queue up to register, queue up for treatment, queue up to get medicine, queue up for puncture, and then there is the long time to get the injection. By the time it was all over, it was already past 2 o'clock in the morning the next day. My mother, exhausted both physically and mentally, supported me and walked out of the hospital door.

The taxi took us to the door of our house. Looking at the tall building, I felt worried: The elevator stopped, how can we go upstairs? We live on such a high floor, how easy is it to walk up the stairs? But my mother made a quick decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I firmly disagreed, but I felt dizzy after just two steps, so I had to let my mother carry me.

At first, my mother was not very tired and her pace was quite relaxed. But as time went by and the floors increased, I clearly felt that my mother was tired. In the quiet corridor, my mother's rough breathing was so clear. Unconsciously, big beads of sweat oozed from my mother's forehead, and the white silk shirt on her body was soaked with sweat. I know that it is a new shirt that my father bought for my mother. My mother likes that white shirt very much and is very careful in everything she does, for fear of getting it dirty. At this time, she could no longer take care of her shirt, so I reminded her: "Mom, you are tired and your new shirt is wet. Let's take a break before leaving!" Mom disagreed: "It's okay, go back and wash it." Just wash it and it'll be fine." I lay on my mother's back, tears blurring my eyes. My mother carried me to the 13th floor and carried me home.

As soon as I entered the house, my mother didn't take time to rest. She hurriedly boiled water, prepared medicine, and urged me to take medicine. After getting me settled, she changed out of the shirt. I thought my mother would wash it right away, but my mother looked at the shirt for a long time. I asked doubtfully: "Mom, what's wrong with your shirt? Is it wrinkled?" My mother smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. , just iron it with an electric iron."

A few days later, I saw that my mother had not worn the washed and ironed shirt. When I asked, I found out that the shirt was hooked. There are so many strands, all caused by the zipper on my chest. Since then, although my mother has never worn that shirt again, I often see her open the closet and touch it. I can see that my mother still loves this shirt.

Four years have passed and we have moved twice, but that shirt is still hanging in my closet. Every time I see it, I will think of what happened a few years ago, and I will deeply feel the greatness of maternal love, the warmth of family, and the value of family affection. I need an essay urgently! Very urgent! Thank you very much!

Strength is the spiritual pillar; it is the faith to overcome ups and downs; it is the foundation of success. If a person is not strong, his soul will always be a dark and silent world.

Time is forever frozen at 14:28 on May 12, 2008. At that moment, the sonorous sound of the child's book suddenly stopped; at that moment, the bustling market suddenly became dead; at that moment, the way home became far away. The 5.12 Wenchuan Earthquake took so many lives!

During this earthquake, many children lost their parents and relatives and became orphans. What a serious blow to their young hearts! But they still had innocent smiles on their faces. Because they chose to be strong, raised their heads in the face of difficulties, and wiped away their tears.

Among the ruins, there is a touching story that will always be remembered in people's hearts. At the moment when a little boy about three years old was rescued by rescuers, he raised his immature right hand and saluted the people who rescued him! This is an irregular military salute. What kind of respect does it represent? !

No matter how many winds and rains, how many ups and downs, how many thorns we have experienced.

But we should maintain this belief: How can we see a brilliant rainbow without experiencing the baptism of wind and rain? "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes." On the road of life, it cannot always be smooth sailing, and there are many difficulties waiting for us. At this time, we should turn grief into strength and choose to be strong.

The road of life is not a sunny road, but as long as we overcome the obstacles, we will find another beautiful blue sky. Urgently looking for a National Day composition! Thank you very much!

National Day Thoughts

Today is National Day, a day celebrated by the whole country. As the saying goes: During the festive season, I miss my loved ones even more. I think although this sentence is old-fashioned, the meaning it expresses is very appropriate. For example, as a wanderer who has been away from home all year round, every time when holidays come, I can’t help but think of my parents, sisters, partners and friends who I used to play, study with, and work with. Therefore, in this supposedly happy day, there is always a hint of parting and a hint of sadness.

?My parents work in a hydropower department, and their task is to build hydropower stations on the upper and lower reaches of the Yellow River. Due to the nature of their work, they are traveling around all year round and rarely have a fixed living place. Therefore, I have been wandering around with my parents since I was a child, and have traveled through half of China.

?I remember that one of the most painful things for me when I was a child was parting with my friends. It was often when I first got to a place and got acquainted with my friends, and we established a deep relationship with each other. Friendship, my parents wanted to take me to another place again, so I had to say goodbye to my friends and go to a new place to find new companions. For this reason, I deeply experienced the pain of separation at a young age. I often dreamed of my good friends in my dreams, and felt sad that I could not see them. At that time, I thought: When will we never get along again? How wonderful it would be to be separated from the one you love. However, it seems that this little wish is not so easy to come true. Maybe I am destined to be the one who suffers the pain of separation. Because my decades of life experience prove that I must be homeless.

?When I was in college, I reluctantly left my parents and came to Xi'an alone to spend several years of lonely college life. I was the youngest in the class at that time, and I felt a lot of discomfort in being alone. During the days when I was separated from my family, I missed my parents and siblings especially during holidays. Although I often quarreled and bickered with them when we were together, But once I left, even recalling the scene of the quarrel felt very cordial. At that time, the spiritual pillar to overcome loneliness was that I could go home after graduating from college and reunite with my family again.

?Unfortunately, fate is not as good as fate. I met my husband not long after graduation. He was working somewhere in Zhejiang. For him, I had to leave my family and my hometown again. After I came to his side, I was destined to be a foreigner for the rest of my life.

?What I have always hated the most is separation, but life has played a big joke on me, and I often have to taste separation. Every time I go back to visit my parents and see their staggering steps, their heads full of white hair, and their happy expressions when they see us, I secretly scold myself for being unfilial: My parents raised us four siblings, and then They helped us bring up our children. Now they are old and need our care, but we are powerless and can only use money to satisfy their desire for family affection. In recent years, my parents' health has been getting worse year by year. Every time I call home, I will feel very relieved to hear news about their health. However, if my parents get sick again, I can only cry sadly. But there was nothing we could do.

?I often think: A person's life will inevitably go through many gatherings and separations. It is joy when we get together, but it is painful when we leave. But do people who are lucky enough to get together know how to cherish every opportunity to get together? Woolen cloth? It is actually not easy for people to get together. You think: in the vast sea of ??people, only at a very suitable time and place can you happen to meet him or her who happens to be there. If there is a little accident, you may be strangers for life.

Isn't there a saying that says: "It takes a hundred years of cultivation to cross the same boat." It takes a hundred years of cultivation to have the opportunity to meet in the same boat. So what if we are people who know each other and love each other? Doesn’t it require thousands or tens of thousands of years of cultivation? Thinking of this, can you still not cherish the moment when we are together by fate? Looking for an English essay! Very urgent! Thank you very much

We all live in the Earth. There are millions of creatures around us, including wild animals and plants which we call wildlives. The wildlives are really good for us, They are our good friends. They live deep in the forest,so we rarely see them.They help to keep the evioloment balanced.Generally speaking,protecting wildlives is protecting ourselves.If we kill them for meals,we will soon be punished for doing such a silly thing. Urgent Looking for a composition "Listening to the Rain". Thank you very much!

I had nothing to do on the weekend, so I put on a coat and curled up on the sofa near the window. The orange floor-to-ceiling curtains hung gently on the floor. I opened the curtains halfway, and the rain was hitting the banana outside the window. It was autumn. The night was as cold as water, with a slight chill, and the room was quiet. It should be a wonderful place to pick up a book of poems in your hand, flip through the book while listening to the wind and rain, let your thoughts melt into the outside world, and appreciate the gentleness and impassioned generosity of the ancients.

Forget all the noisy thoughts, read poetry and listen to the sound of rain. When you get up and put a stroke of ink on your desk, the fragrance of ink overflows, and you feel cordial. "The sound of the piano is moist after the rain, and the fragrance of calligraphy and ink comes when the wind blows." Whether it is drizzle or heavy rain, as long as you open the book casually, your heart will be withdrawn from the noisy and impetuous world to the quiet and leisurely words. Make a cup of tea, see the clear light and feel the sorrow in your heart, listen to Taibai sighing while drinking wine, and sleepwalk in Tianmu. In an instant, you dream back to the Song and Tang Dynasties, with the shadow of the sword in the cup, the wine and the chat, the whole world becomes both real and illusory, it seems. In one fell swoop, one can think about thousands of years, see through the eternity, and understand that the ancients were either calm and contented, or full of passion.

The rain hit the window lattice and glass, and struck my heartstrings with tinkling tinklings. It seemed like a throbbing pain, and then I smiled blankly, "Sorrows and joys are always ruthless, and they drop every step until dawn." At this time, the mind is like still water, exiled to the sky, and all worries are left behind. After reading an ancient poem and listening to the sound of rain, it is like listening to beautiful music, which has the taste of nine songs. If it has been sunny and rainy for a long time, when you listen to the long-lost sound of rain again, your heart will feel so comfortable for thousands of times, making people feel the joy of becoming an immortal. The sound of rain is sweet and refreshing! On days without rain, people will become dull and their brains will be as barren as a desert. Rain can make people think about everything. Because he heard the "sound of wind and rain at night", he could sigh "How many flowers have fallen". What Du Fu heard on a spring night was "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"; Du Mu also saw "Pedestrians on the road want to die" during the Qingming Festival; Lu You Xiaolou listened to the rain at night and concluded that "the deep lanes sold in the Ming Dynasty" Apricot Blossom". Suddenly, I remembered Su Dongpo's cool scene in the rain. After living in Huangzhou for two years, he "had a heart failure and became thinner and taller. When we meet, we should only recognize the old voice." However, one day, it rained on the way home, and everyone in the group was embarrassed, but he didn't notice it, and he was calm and contented. "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly." This is the mind of a master who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, regardless of wind or rain. , I have no intention of leaving or leaving, I am not surprised by favor or disgrace, "I can live my whole life in the mist and rain" and "there is neither wind or rain nor sunshine". Thousands of years later, this rain can still wash away my impetuousness and vanity! The fluorescent light on the desk is still there, the fragrance of ink is lingering. I take a sip of tea, stand up and put down the pen in my hand, walk back to the window, slowly close my eyes, listen to the rain, listen to life, reflect on the past and think about the present... Silent rain drops on the empty building, The sound is like complaining. The passing years float like water, spring and autumn return several times.

I need an English composition urgently, thank you very much!

My kitchen

My kitchen is *** all, but it is very beautiful, very clean. The kitchen has a big cupboard, the cupboard filled up with chopsticks. Have there is a new refrigerator, the refrigerator filled with all kinds of food. There is a clean wash the dishes tank. Mother every day to clean up the kitchen. and the kitchen is very tidy. Urgently looking for an English composition about a bad experience in school, Thank you, thank you very much

Good morning, my best teachers and good clas *** ates,

I think everyone has his own terrible experience,i am not an exception.Now, I 'd like to share with you all my bad experience.

When I was in grade one here in this school, my teacher told everyone in the class to give a brief introduction in front of the classroom.Most of my clas *** ate did very well.But when it was my turn, I walked very slowly to the platform,I fell down over one foot of my clas *** ate.He tried to make a joke on me and he sueded .At that time,all my clas ***ates laughed very loudly.

I got up and went on walking with shyness,but what was worse,I fell down again by the platform.I didn't notice that platform was too high for me to step on easily. This time my teacher also laughed at me, and my clas ***ates laughed again. I nearly lost all my face!

Then I said " good morning".My god,do you know what happened? All of them laughed the third time!! Because It was in the afternoon!

I know then I was too shy and a little nervous.I wish now you won't laug

h at me.I will never fet that terrible experience all my life!

That's all,thank you everyone!

Translation:

Dear teachers, Students:

Good morning, everyone!

I believe we all have our own worst experiences, and I am no exception. Now, let me share with you my bad experience!

When we were in the first year of junior high school, our teacher asked us to stand on the podium and give a brief self-introduction. Most of the students in our class speak very well. When it was my turn, I walked cautiously towards the podium. But I accidentally fell down. Suddenly the whole class burst into laughter. It turned out that a classmate wanted to tease me.

With a hint of shyness, I stood up and continued on to the podium. But what's even more disgusting is that I tripped over the podium and fell again. It turned out that the podium was too high and I couldn’t even step up. This time our teachers all laughed secretly, and the classmates laughed wildly again. It made me feel ashamed.

After standing firm, I started to say "good morning" to everyone. Oh my god, do you know what happened next? All the students in the class couldn't help but laugh again. I had an epiphany: It turned out to be already afternoon!

I hope everyone won’t laugh at me this time. I was really shy and nervous at the time. I think I will never forget that unlucky experience in my life!

My speech is over, thank you everyone!

(It took me a long time, but I finally finished it. It’s still simple. I hope you can do a good job in your speech. Come on!) Please write an essay {Thoughts brought to us by the 9.21 storm} It must be important. Thanks

Thoughts brought to us by the heavy rain Tuesday, August 4, 2009 18:42 I got up 20 minutes earlier than usual this morning. Thanks to going out 20 minutes earlier, I only got caught in the light rain. Although I brought a raincoat, but I didn't want to wear it. It started to rain a little bit harder on the way, so I put it on.

The lecture started at around 8:40. I was sitting facing the window and listening to the lecture. Suddenly I found that it was very dark outside, just like at night, and I could hear the rain outside very loudly.

I was able to get up early today because Xiami stayed at my house for one night, and I was worried that she would get wet on the road. Although there was an umbrella, even holding an umbrella was useless in this rain. Xiami received a text message when she got home, saying that it rained heavily at our place, but at her place it rained lightly.

Later, the news said that there was heavy rain in our city this morning, and an old two-story building collapsed. I also read relevant reports. The angle of the photo above is really good. The newly built Yuhua Road is a vast ocean.

I don’t think it’s unusual for photos like this. Having lived in this city for more than 20 years, I have seen a lot of heavy rains like this. How often has it not been flooded like this?

Let’s count the heavy rains that I have experienced and that I remember:

In the summer of 1996 or 1997, there were heavy thunderstorms. After school in the evening, I rode home alone. You need to pass through N alleys to get home. As a result, the terrain in many places is low, and the deepest water can probably flood a car wheel. I had no choice but to go around, and after going around and around, I finally made my way home. When my father saw me coming home, he praised me for being smart and told me not to take risks in the future. If I encounter such heavy rain again, I must take shelter first. At that time, our house was a bungalow. Because the rainwater could not flow through, the house leaked. . .

I forget whether it was the rain that time or another year. Not long after Ping'an Street was repaired at that time, after a heavy rain, there were many collapses of various sizes on the entire road. pit. I thought this was a quality issue, so the street was rebuilt.

Around 1999, there was a heavy rainstorm, and I walked forward in the rain again. I was the only one on the road. It looked like the photos on the Internet, a vast ocean. I was the only one riding my bike in the middle of the road, because the center of the road is the highest. I felt a little scared at the time. I was afraid that if someone lifted the manhole cover of a sewer to make the rainwater flow faster, I would fall in and no one would know what to do. I was absolutely late when I arrived at school that day, but less than half of my classmates came all morning. I am one of the students in the class who lives farthest away from home. It seems that my spirit is really commendable. My classmate Xue lost one of his shoes in the heavy rain. . .

The clothes of old man Wei, the mathematics teacher, were not wet at all, so everyone thought he had come here in a rowing boat. When I came home from school at noon that day, because the path was under construction, the slope turned into mud. I pushed the car for a long distance. My car and my shoes got stuck in the mud several times, and I was still afraid of falling into the pit. Here, due to construction, it is inevitable that there will be such pits. It’s still just me on the road. Because it was a weekend, we made up half a day of extra lessons. It rained so heavily over the weekend that everyone who had nothing to do hid at home. It was really scary to walk alone in the rain. At that time, my home was relatively remote and not as lively as it is now 10 years later.

A few days ago, on August 1st, I was hit by heavy rain again when I went home at night. I saw that I would arrive home in 10 minutes. The rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger. When we got home, it rained even harder and the road in front of our house was flooded. . .

Anyway, this problem will occur many times during heavy rains. Sometimes I think the small roads may be flooded due to heavy rain, so I take the newly built main road, but it is still flooded, even more seriously than the small roads.

When I came back from a business trip to Langfang last year, it happened to have just rained heavily. When I got off the expressway, I was blocked because the city roads were flooded again.

Thoughts:

The drainage system in our city is so bad! Urban infrastructure is not in place! Serious quality problem!

Some of the viaducts that have undergone major changes in the past three years were completed more than a year ahead of schedule. With such speed, how can the quality not be acceptable? Cement has a maintenance period, and this guy, the newly repaired bridge can be opened to traffic. Otherwise, someone would say, don’t walk under the bridge if nothing happens. It’s dangerous, maybe one day. . . I think so. For our own safety, we should avoid going under bridges.

Otherwise, by cutting corners, the money enriches some people, but harms the interests of more people.

Our city has become beautiful. I am very happy to see the huge changes in the city. I like this change very much. I feel that the taste of the city has improved. But I really don’t dare to worry about the quality of these projects. What can I say, because I think if the speed is too fast, the quality will not be very good.

Even if the city becomes beautiful and the quality passes the standard, the quality of the citizens still needs to be improved. It seems that our city has really carried out this quality-improving activity or action. I didn't find it either. Maybe it was because I didn't go out every day. I couldn't see anything except going to work and going home. I also saw that a while ago, many traffic police were managing non-motorized vehicles at intersections, and they were very strict. But after two or three days, no one took care of it again. There are too many people who don't follow traffic rules. We really need to manage them well, but it is really difficult to manage. We still have to rely on consciousness. This reflects the quality of citizens!

It was also raining that day. A car passed by at an intersection and splashed 2 meters of water onto a man riding a bicycle on the non-motorized lane on the side of the isolation zone. This man cursed when he opened his mouth. No one in the car could hear it. The driver was wrong, and the pedestrian was wrong for swearing. It’s still a matter of quality!

This rain has given me too much to think about, so I will write here for now, and I will write more when I have time. Please give me an English composition describing winter. Thank you very much!

Winter

Winter is cold. Let's play the snowball and m**e snowman. The snowman is big . I like to play snowball. I am on the snow. The snow is cold. I h**e a scarf and coat. So I am not cold. I like the Christmas. Because I can see santa clus in Christmas. Christmas tree is beautiful. The presents are on the Christmas tree. I like winter. Do you like winter?

Winter

Winter is cold. Let's play with snowballs and make snowmen out of nowhere. The snowman is big. I like playing snowballs. I'm on the snow. The snow is cold.

I have a scarf and coat. Therefore, I am not cold. I like Christmas. Because I can see the Santa Claus cluster at Christmas. Christmas trees are beautiful. Gifts on the Christmas tree. I like winter. Do you like winter? Urgently looking for a Japanese composition~~Thank you very much~~~~~

privy Japanese のアニメを见て Education ったgeneration です. ドラえもんやクレヨンしんちゃん, そして多くの日本文化と pick up しながらeducation ちました. Growing up, Japanese culture, interest, Japanese culture, and Japanese language, reluctantly. それに歴史をKnowing しているからこそ, private には両国の卡け Bridge になりたいという梦 があります.

I am currently enrolled in university and have been studying Japanese for more than two years. 日本语を reluctantly し开めた地はとても楽しかったです. しかし、Japanese language は学べば学ぶほど是什么意思是什么意思じました. けれども、これから前も日本语のスキルを高めたいと卡えています. Japan's culture is imported from China. だがそうではなく、Japanese unique culture っています. Private Japanese literary work "Pillow Mat" を読めるようになりたいです.

そして、After graduation, the Japanese language will be live and the career will be completed. The funds are stored and the Japanese funds are collected. Private future goals, Japan and China, historical issues, riding on the cross, and country, intimacy, and intimacy. 歴史をforgetれては行けません. しかし, 歴史 にtie られるのではなく, 歴史’s なquestion をstep まえてもっとgood relationship をbuild けたらと王んでいます. そのために、これから前も日本语を马き続けたいと卡えています.