Ask for five 500-word winter vacation compositions, grade three, don't be naive, thank you.

Friend, when you see a mountain of garbage; The river stinks: how do you feel about harmful gases poisoning people? I was so angry that I wanted to shout out: "Please pay attention to the living environment of human beings!"

Everyone knows that the earth is our home. If the earth is destroyed, where will human beings live? It was the end of the world at that time! Who caused the end of the world in the future? It is human beings who pretend to be "masters of the earth"!

As we all know, in 1950s and 1960s, the sky was blue, the mountains were green and the rivers were clear in Wan Li. Then the fish and shrimp disappeared into the stream, and now the river is dark and smelly. And who caused this terrible situation? Are short-sighted egoists who plunder resources.

Isn't it? After entering the industrial society, the economy has developed rapidly, and these developments are based on the premise that the environment is getting worse and worse. This "clever plan" to develop the economy at the expense of destroying the environment has continued to this day! You see, the top of the mountain is bare, and white pollution spreads all over urban and rural areas; Look, the black smoke from the chimney and the overwhelming sandstorm. ...

Yes, economic development and business prosperity! But who can think of the tragedy and bitterness behind it? When you see pieces of fertile land washed away; When you drink polluted water; When you breathe harmful gases, can you think of our future and our future generations? When you did something that destroyed the environment, didn't you think further about the consequences of your "atrocities"-the destruction of the earth?

My friend, please pay attention to the living environment of human beings, just like your own life. Please take care of our earth and protect all the useful resources in nature! By then, our living environment will become more beautiful and pleasant.

There was once such a person.

She is in her early forties with long hair and a red hairpin on her head. But the petals are like her face, the willow leaves are like her eyebrows, and the eyes of the phoenix are always shining with vigilance. The cherry mouth was smeared with blood red, and the splashing saliva was also very disappointing.

At this time, she is chatting with other staff in the only swimming pool in this city. She is just like them.

There are many children in the swimming pool, but most of them are thin and small. She can't stand that disgusting look. During the conversation, I looked into the swimming pool from time to time, looking for her "topic", with contempt in my tone. "Is that physique still dare to come? Be careful to be flooded! " She shouted at the top of her lungs, and all the women around her were snickering.

At this time, a thin boy came by the swimming pool, timidly holding a swimming ring and looking around from time to time.

She saw the child. With a few grunts in his nostrils, he walked quickly to the boy, his mouth was red, and his throat was sharp and mean: "Hey, go somewhere else if you have nothing to do, don't get in the way!" The boy just wanted to say something, but he was scared back by her locked brow and contemptuous expression.

With a triumphant smile on her face, she tried to scold a few more words, but several others stopped her. The woman was unhappy and asked the people next to her why not let her scold a few more words. A man whispered to her, "He is the son of President Wang and the nephew of Director Li." She froze, her mouth wide enough to hold an egg. The woman's son is in the third grade, and his grades have not been tested in the only key high school, President Wang High School. As for Director Li, he is the director of the Municipal Education Bureau, and he has put down his words. As long as the money is heavy enough, everything can be said. But now, this woman has scolded the headmaster's son and the director's nephew. It seems that nine times out of ten her son's concentration will not work.

In a blink of an eye, the tigress turned into a docile little sheep. Her face is full of smiles, and her eyes are bent into a beautiful crescent. "Xiao Ming, tell your aunt when you come next time. Look, Auntie didn't prepare anything ... "The boy was obviously not used to it and ran away trembling.

The swimming pool was bright and crowded, but no one noticed a middle-aged woman standing beside it.

Helping others is actually very happy.

In class, teachers often say to us: "Students should be considerate and help each other. As the saying goes, helping others is the foundation of happiness. " I often think about this sentence: "Every time I have difficulties and don't know how to solve them, there are classmates in my class who can help me solve them." Can I help other students solve some difficulties? "So I made up my mind to find a chance to help my classmates!

Finally, one day, I have fulfilled my wish for many years (only once every three years), and I don't want to mention how happy I am! This is the first week of school. I picked up my schoolbag and flew to school like an arrow. After entering the classroom, I just put down my schoolbag when Huang came. He is one of my good friends. When I saw him coming, I ran to him excitedly. I ran to him and found his nose was red, so I asked him, "What's wrong with your nose? Just like a red nose bleeding! " ""no ... nothing! I just sneezed and my nose turned red. " "Oh ...!" I replied. After a while, a nosebleed suddenly gushed from Huang's nose. Huang was frightened by this move and stood there motionless. When I saw it, I remembered when I had a nosebleed, and my grandmother taught me how to stop bleeding. I immediately told him to clench his fist to the sky with one hand and lean his head back to stop the bleeding temporarily. Then take him to a place with a tap, turn on the tap, pick up the water with your hand, and pat his neck first. Tell him to keep his head down and tell me to shoot. He closed his eyes as if he were afraid. After filming for a while, I took the water with my hand and patted his head, which could coagulate the nosebleed. I borrowed a napkin from my classmate to dry the water and nosebleeds on my yellow face. Huang Gang opened his eyes and touched his nose. He felt that there was no blood, so he took my hand excitedly and said, "Gong Hangtian, you are really a friend." Hearing this sentence, I couldn't help laughing with satisfaction.

I helped a classmate in need and did something meaningful. I am very happy.

love

Love is a beautiful word. However, what is true love has always eluded me. I didn't understand their true meaning until I saw them.

Among the top ten caring people who touched the people of China in 2006, there was a Henan native named Yao Yide. He and his wife, Sun, came to Hainan 20 years ago and have been making a living by collecting junk and doing odd jobs. Lao Yao has five children, but since 1988, Lao Yao and his wife have adopted 10 abandoned babies. He said, "Destruction is a great sin. Eat less bitter, eat more bitter, and save a life is worth it! "

Yao Yide, who makes a living as a garbage collector, recreates one life after another with love. When the national financial resources can't establish a perfect social security system, it is heroes like Yao Yide who support our social moral beliefs. The appearance of Yao Yide has made countless full-fledged lives slim down. Yao Yide showed the richness of spirit and the greatness of personality in his unique way.

However, in today's increasingly civilized society, the phenomenon of not paying attention to social morality still exists, and we can easily encounter these situations. Some people smoke in public without fear; Some people always like to draw a beautiful arc in the air when throwing peel debris; Someone turned the stereo on earth-shattering, forcing nearby residents to enjoy it; On the bus, the young man grabbed the seat for the sick pregnant woman and felt at ease when he saw the woman hanging the handrail in one hand and holding the child in the other. These phenomena are more than normal. What's the real problem? Are these people not educated in this field? Isn't anyone setting an example? Isn't this propaganda enough? Is it necessary to talk about public morality now? I don't think so. We all look elsewhere, into the material, only thinking about the happiness we get, but ignoring the happiness we get by giving others our love.

Our love is the greatest happiness of others.

Love is a beautiful word. However, what is true love has always eluded me. I didn't understand their true meaning until I saw them.

Among the top ten caring people who touched the people of China in 2006, there was a Henan native named Yao Yide. He and his wife, Sun, came to Hainan 20 years ago and have been making a living by collecting junk and doing odd jobs. Lao Yao has five children, but since 1988, Lao Yao and his wife have adopted 10 abandoned babies. He said, "Destruction is a great sin. Eat less bitter, eat more bitter, and save a life is worth it! "

Yao Yide, who makes a living as a garbage collector, recreates one life after another with love. When the national financial resources can't establish a perfect social security system, it is heroes like Yao Yide who support our social moral beliefs. The appearance of Yao Yide has made countless full-fledged lives slim down. Yao Yide showed the richness of spirit and the greatness of personality in his unique way.

However, in today's increasingly civilized society, the phenomenon of not paying attention to social morality still exists, and we can easily encounter these situations. Some people smoke in public without fear; Some people always like to draw a beautiful arc in the air when throwing peel debris; Someone turned the stereo on earth-shattering, forcing nearby residents to enjoy it; On the bus, the young man grabbed the seat for the sick pregnant woman and felt at ease when he saw the woman hanging the handrail in one hand and holding the child in the other. These phenomena are more than normal. What's the real problem? Are these people not educated in this field? Isn't anyone setting an example? Isn't this propaganda enough? Is it necessary to talk about public morality now? I don't think so. We all look elsewhere, into the material, only thinking about the happiness we get, but ignoring the happiness we get by giving others our love.

Our love is the greatest happiness of others.

If you give me another chance.

If you give me another chance, I will choose to love you-my alma mater.

If I am given another chance, I will walk into the familiar campus again in midsummer, stay in the sunshine with full enthusiasm and youthful joy, walk through the classroom that I have struggled, touch the brand-new desk, throw away all my growing troubles and bury them in the desk drawer. The feeling of escaping from campus has long gone, and what is surging in my heart is the infinite attachment to my alma mater.

If you give me another chance, I won't cry because I am dissatisfied with my alma mater, but because I bid farewell to a tense and affectionate, energetic and naive era, and the day of leaving school is getting closer and closer, but I don't miss it at all. On the contrary, more and more people are nostalgic every day. Looking back suddenly, campus life turned out to be so warm, and attachment unfolded in memories.

If you give me another chance, I will stand on the playground again and see all the familiar things, the beautiful teaching building, the spacious swimming pool and the laughter. In physical education class, we used to play there with great interest, and we didn't want to give up the venue until after class. During the big break, we used to exercise seriously there and let the warmth of the sun spread all over our body. Looking at the teaching building where I have lived for 6 years, my sight is a little blurred, my nose is sour, and tears have already swirled in my eyes.

If you give me another chance, I will spare no effort to climb the teaching building step by step and set foot on the steps that have accompanied me for six years, with a strange familiarity in my heart. I came to the music classroom on the sixth floor and sat in front of the piano, playing jumping notes and composing the melody of youth. The days of chatting, singing, telling jokes and passing notes in music class seem to have returned to me.

If I were given another chance, I would step into the teacher's office, help them sort out piles of test papers on the desk, such as mountain-like student exercise books, cultivate lesson preparation materials for Chinese flowers, and then insert fragrant carnations to make the whole office full of lingering fragrance, which is full of deep gratitude to the teacher. I'm going to say goodbye to my teachers, step out of the office and bow to them. They spent six years with us.

If you give me another chance, I will definitely start a new exploration on the road of life. The past years have passed quickly, and we look forward to the future with gratitude and hope. In the fleeting years, the warmth of our alma mater will remain in our hearts forever. As for my love for my alma mater, it will never change.

Let me remember this day.

Every bleak autumn night, just outside the door, a vague figure is accompanied by a knock at the door. ...

"Excuse me, can you turn down the volume?" Dad bowed his head and said to his neighbor on the fourth floor. "er ... ok!" Before he finished, his father interrupted him again. "My child is doing his homework. Your voice is ... a little loud. " "bang!" With the sound of closing the door, my father turned around, sighed and frowned lightly. Suddenly, the air around him seems to be trapped, only full of faint sadness and helplessness.

This is an ordinary "landscape", which is familiar to residents of Building 6. Because, almost every day at this time, my father on the fifth floor will come over and ask my neighbors not to make any noise to influence me-a student who "struggles" for the senior high school entrance examination.

But, who knows, there is no reason not to make a sound? Not to mention the buzzing sound from Aunt Zhang's washing machine on the sixth floor, even the rock music played by Xiao Wu on the fourth floor is enough to make me unable to do my homework with peace of mind.

"Well, too influential! Say it again today! " Dad didn't wait for the "movement" to start playing, but wanted to say to his neighbor, "Dad, don't go. Why do people listen to you? " When I heard my father's complaint in the room, I felt like a walnut was suddenly knocked open, and the cool bitterness welled up in my heart. I can't help but rush out and say to him.

"no!" Dad didn't listen to my persuasion at all and rushed out of the house.

I lie prone on the window buckle and can't bear to see the scene at this moment: a father over half a year old has to pay dignity for his daughter!

One hand was raised, and just as I was about to "enjoy" the noise for a few minutes, suddenly, the sound disappeared! Father's hand "knocked and stopped" immediately stiff. At this moment, Building 6 has returned to the scene of "All is silent".

On this day, my heart was deeply shocked. I can't forget my father's love, but the silence of my neighbors moved me even more. Has the "scenery" disappeared? No, the once "scenery" is gradually sneaking into the night. Now, the silence of that day continues as always, and I keep this day in my heart.

Remember this day, remember that moment, and remember the love of everyone around you. Because this day contains the love of my father, the understanding and concern of my neighbors, and my careful interpretation of the word "love"!

I have learned that true love and friendship.

There are many kinds of love, such as: the love between mother and child is called "great maternal love", the love between father and child is called "father love", the love between teachers and students is called "teacher-student love", and the love between classmates is called "friendship" ... The world is full of love, and each of us lives with the help of love and grows with the support of love. Among all kinds of love, the greatest love in the world is maternal love, but I think the closest love is "friendship", which is often overlooked and the purest.

Cherish the mutual affection between people and treat life well, and you will feel the fullness of life and be proud of it.

In my daily life, such a thing happened that I will never forget.

That was last year. At that time, I was still in the fifth grade of primary school. At that time, I was still a naive female student. I remember one Thursday after school during the day, maybe I went out to play with a cold. Maybe I kicked off the quilt when I slept at night, and woke up in the morning, dizzy, as if I had been beaten. I have no spirit at all, and I feel uncomfortable all over. The alarm clock has rung several times, but I still don't want to get up. Mother cooked the meal and walked into my room. She touched my forehead and said in surprise, son, why is my forehead so hot? Is it a fever? Then my mother brought a thermometer to take my temperature. Five minutes later, my mother took out her thermometer and looked at it. Ah, I have a high fever of 39 degrees and 6 minutes. My mother and I agreed not to go to school today! I nodded helplessly, and then my mother asked the teacher for leave and took me to the hospital.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, I caught a bad cold and caused tonsillitis. Bought me an infusion bag and a big bag of medicine. It seems that I will spend these two days in the hospital bed.

Two days later, under the careful care of my mother and doctor, my condition has greatly improved. Chatting with my mother at home on Sunday morning, worrying about missing classes! Mom opened the door and saw the teacher bring three good female classmates to my home to make up lessons for me and comfort me. Wish me a speedy recovery. A classmate also brought a lot of delicious snacks from home! Looking at this classmate, a warm current came to my heart, with tears in my eyes. I don't know what to say at the moment. My mother also rushed to get fruit and tea for my classmates. This joyful atmosphere seems to make my illness better at once, and my body feels refreshed as never before. This may be what we often say about helping each other, supporting each other, forging ahead in unity, making progress, and the pure and simple friendship between classmates.

Then three students used the evening time to make up lessons for me. I didn't miss my homework because of illness. It's almost a year now, the first half of the semester. I don't go to school with some of my classmates anymore. We each found a middle school that we thought was satisfactory and started an intense study career. But my friendship with those classmates will never change and be forgotten with the passage of time.

It has always been treasured in my heart, and I can't brutally erase it; It left a deep imprint on my young mind. At the same time, love is mutual pay, everyone needs to pay a little love, and the world will become better!

Friendship refers to the love between our classmates. It is an intimate and unquestionable love. It is pure and noble and worth cherishing. Its power cannot be underestimated.

The scenery left in my heart

In my life, the eternal scenery in my corner is green tea, music, mobile phones, computers, soft and warm lights, an oil painting of a small bridge with blue sky and white clouds, and myself. After many dinners, I will walk into this small world, or read books, or meditate, or listen to music, or type trivial words, surrounded by a smell that only I can smell, and the days are dull and quiet.

In fact, scenery is not only water and mountains, but also a kind of spirit. For example, goddess peak in the Three Gorges, Tiandu Peak in Huangshan, Tianchi in Xinjiang, Luhuitou in Hainan ... Every scenic spot, big or small, has a legend. Towering peaks, strange rocks and deep pools with clear water are all ingenious, but those mysterious legends with profound meanings and wonderful moving are the best display of the interpretation of human thought and spirit. If there were no magical legends, how gloomy the scenery would be! People who don't care about their feelings when they see smart scenery must be indifferent to life.

Scenery will become magical because of people's creation, and people will become moist and connotative through the cultivation of scenery. In the long river of years, even if you walk in the loneliest journey, or walk in the most remote and poorest place, there will be one or two scenery dotted with your life, from which people can enjoy and comfort.

I remember when I went to the countryside for a few years, my life was very poor, there was no TV and no entertainment, and my life was very dull. But there is a row of poplar trees outside the residence, which grow luxuriantly and stab into the sky. On lonely days, paying attention to trees is no less than watching the strange pines in Huangshan and the bamboo in Xiaoxiang. Appreciate a touch of green on the tree in spring, which makes you feel refreshed and ignites your interest. In summer, sometimes standing in the shade of a tree, my eyes stretch out to the sky along the tree, my heart drifts away on cloudy days, and my heart soars into space on sunny days. If I focus on the distant and approaching sky pointed by the tree, my heart will fade and I will have the will to soar. Instead, I will think: I don't live long but I am deeply lonely. What about the villagers born and raised in Sri Lanka? Then masturbate: there is no scenic city here, and my mood will never come again ... For a moment, my mind was like a breeze, and I suddenly saw a sunny day and felt a little comfortable. ...

In those days, every time I stood under the tree, Lao Liu would come over and say with a smile, "I'm not used to life!" " "I dare not admit it. He is an educated youth in Jinan. He married a wife and gave birth to a son in the village. He was one of the few educated youths who took root in that place at that time. He created a lonely life in two places: enjoying the gentleness of his wife and caressing the children. Love, joy, worry and annoyance in my heart are all poured into one place, and I am unaware of the hardships of life. Seeing him like this, a beautiful scenery suddenly lit up in my heart, and then I thought: this peace of mind is my hometown.

I thought of my father again. He suffered from brain atrophy in his later years. He has been unable to walk by himself for five or six years. My mother is with him every day, and my father's speaking ability drops. My mother talks to him every day, saying that she works hard, but in his eyes, her husband is a beautiful scenery that she will never find in her life. What about her father? Isn't it also accompanied by mother's extremely precious scenery?

The scenery is beautiful, but there are not only mountains and rivers, animals and plants, but also storms, earthquakes and alien objects ... The scenery is colorful because of its richness and complexity. If people can treat everything they face as a landscape, they can accept it calmly, with ease and joy in it.