The people I admire are all written by the first grade.

Writing is the most familiar thing in real life or work and study. Writing needs a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid an endless composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is the composition of people I admire in Grade One, for reference only. Let's have a look.

The person I admire has such a noble grandfather. He is just a stranger I met on the road, but his noble quality will always remain in my heart.

It was a day in the summer vacation, and my father drove me, my mother and my sister to my grandmother's house in a van.

As the saying goes, "the face of a child in June." Before long, after a while, the blue sky became gloomy. In a short time, it began to rain cats and dogs, and the wind mixed with bean-sized raindrops beat on the window, and the small trees on the roadside had been bent by the wind.

I only heard my father honking his horn on the road. I looked out of the window and found a vague figure in front of me. Dad took a closer look, and it turned out to be a grandfather of about sixty years old. I saw him standing in the heavy rain with an umbrella. Because of the heavy rain, the old man was soaked through. Grandpa's face is full of vicissitudes, and his forehead is wrinkled, like old bark. Wearing work clothes, his face was covered with rain. Dad thought it was a toll, so he took out 10 yuan from his pocket, opened the window, put the depreciated 10 yuan paper money into the old man's hand and said, "Here, here's the money!" But grandpa stood there motionless, still keeping his original posture. Dad felt that Grandpa was too short of money, so he took out 20 yuan paper money from his pocket and stuffed it into Grandpa's hand. I think this 20 yuan is not only money, but also disrespect for grandpa. Grandpa seems to understand what dad means. He blushed and said loudly, "I don't charge tolls." I just want to remind passers-by that the line is being repaired ahead, please detour. " There is no sign here. Who will be responsible in case of danger? "Dad heard these words, suddenly red in the face, and even seem a little overwhelmed.

The old man in front of me suddenly grew taller. His words touched my heart. Isn't his spirit of thinking of others everywhere the quality that every one of us should have?

Grandpa returned 30 yuan's money to his father. Dad repeatedly said "thank you!" Respect the elderly. . Grandpa walked slowly to the intersection, waiting for the next passerby. Looking at his fading back, I thought a lot.

The rain has stopped and the air is much fresher. ...

When I got home and went there again, I saw my grandfather still standing there, and I was in awe of him.

Although it has been a long time, it still echoes in my mind. It always inspires me, spurs me and teaches me how to be a man and how to do things.

In our class, there are many people I admire, and one of them is my favorite, because he ran fifth in the sports meeting.

Some people may think that the fifth place is nothing, but he did run 20xx meters and had some accidents on the way. Knowing this, you may know why I admire him.

As our school is a branch school, the sports meeting of our school is held in the general school, and the teachers and principals of our school hope to get a good result. The sports meeting has begun. We all achieved good results in one sport after another. In the last sport, "Ayong" from our class played. He is an expert in our monitor's running, but no one expected that he had a bad start. He fell at the beginning, and he fell badly. After falling, I turned a somersault, but when I ran again, I overtook a person. He still kept the original speed, surpassing several people, but he suddenly twisted his foot while running. We can clearly see the painful expression on his face, and his speed has obviously slowed down. At this time, several people passed him, and he accelerated again. At the end of about two or three hundred meters, he suddenly sprinted past several people and finally got the fifth place. Several people in our class have helped him. He limped back, and there was a fall on his arm, which bled until the end of the game.

I really admire him because I admire his indomitable spirit in the face of difficulties and setbacks!

People I admire We will meet all kinds of people in our life, some will make you cry with gratitude, some will make you hate it, and some will make you extremely helpless ... but I admire this person.

He is an old man, sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, a face full of furrows and ridges, and the veins stood out on his hands. He looks very old. He always stands at the nearest traffic light intersection to Yanglan Primary School to help the traffic police maintain traffic order. Once someone runs a red light or the traffic is not smooth, he will whistle, and the chaotic traffic will suddenly become smooth.

On arriving at school, he began to work again. At this time, a "low-headed family" crossed the road while watching the mobile phone. Grandpa kept reminding him: "Son! It's dangerous for you to cross the road like this. Put down the phone! " But the young man seems to be possessed, completely immersed in his mobile phone, and seems to hear nothing. Suddenly, a car rushed up like a runaway wild horse, and the grandfather gestured desperately and whistled. The driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late! The car went straight for the young man.

At this critical moment, grandpa hurried forward and dragged the young man to the side of the road. The young man woke up from his dream and thanked the grandfather again and again: "Thank you! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have been lying underground. I remember your kindness. " Said, and he also took out a few hundred dollars from his pocket, thanking grandpa. Hearing this, the old man's eyebrows just unfolded and wrinkled again. He said seriously, "I certainly can't take this money." I should have saved you. Who will be saved from destruction? This is the conscience of being a man! " Grandpa put the money back into the young man's pocket and continued: "Don't play with your mobile phone when crossing the road in the future. Very dangerous. Mark my words and hurry back! "

From then on, grandpa's image in my heart is getting higher and higher. He volunteered to direct the traffic without expecting anything in return. His spirit is worth learning from each of us. If there are more and more such people, the society will be better!

One cloudy afternoon, I hurried home. It was going to rain.

After a while, it began to rain lightly, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. They all walked slowly with umbrellas for fear that the rain would splash on their shoes. I saw an orange figure in the distance-a cleaner, a middle-aged woman, sweeping the leaves with a big bamboo broom, without wearing a raincoat. The rain soaked her trouser legs and the wind blew away her skirts.

Curious, I went up and asked, "Aunt, why don't you go home?"

She looked up and I could see clearly-chapped lips were slightly white, a few drops of rain were dripping from the tip of her nose, her eyes were bloodshot, and her headscarf was wrapped in messy hair. She is about fifty years old.

She saw me zheng, then put a wisp of hair to her ear and answered me:

"Well, it's autumn, and the leaves fall soon. If you don't sweep them for a while, they will be all over the floor. This tree happens to be a sewer, which is easily blocked by fallen leaves. If so, it will be in trouble. Many people have thrown garbage into the manhole cover, and the sewers are not smooth. "

"Then you should go home soon after sweeping." I said goodbye to her.

On the way home, I kept thinking that if everyone could stop throwing garbage into the manhole cover casually, if everyone could consider the cleaners, they wouldn't have to work so hard. People have always looked down on cleaners. I don't study hard. My mother sometimes says to me angrily, "If you don't study hard, you will sweep the streets when you grow up." But I think they are also great. Would our city be so beautiful if there were no cleaners? Thought of here, I can't help looking back at the orange figure.

The person I admire most is an obscure but hard-working cleaner.

Let the person I admire write this topic on the composition 5 of the first day of junior high school. My back neck seems to be shaking. You know, the word "admiration" is not commonly used on weekdays. Besides, people worship great men who have made great contributions. I don't know what's wrong with me, so I worship such a person, a very ordinary person.

This man, often with a tall ponytail, has a smooth forehead and no hair. A pair of black-rimmed glasses sat firmly on the bridge of the nose, and the pupils under the lenses sparkled, making people afraid to look straight.

I am in the same class as this man. When I first started school, I met her with applause and admiration. She is a scholar and knows a lot about ancient Chinese and history. This has caused me a bad impression on her, because in my understanding, most of the scholars are "with deep eyes and long beards", all of whom are arrogant and indifferent to people. As for her, she has neither sunken eyes nor a flowing beard. I was completely moved by her gentle and intimate attitude towards others.

To say what I admire most about her, it can be simply summarized as one word "true", really true, sincere and true.

She smiled and laughed happily. After listening to a small joke or story, she often grinned and laughed incessantly, even ignoring the image.

She cried, and she cried very sadly. At the sports meeting, she confidently reported her best skipping event, but she missed it because of an accident. We all advised her not to care. She pursed her lips and smiled as if to comfort us. Later, at the conclusion meeting, she finally could not help crying. In front of all her classmates, she stood up and sobbed in the classroom. She confessed her inner shame and regret in intermittent words. I looked at her red and swollen eyes and couldn't help but feel deeply. I have seen too many girls cry, crying like a pear flower with rain. And her crying is unpretentious, full of sincerity and responsibility to the collective.

People like her are well-informed but modest and polite; People like her are considerate and honest.

I admire such people very much.

On the bookshelf, the complete works of Li Qingzhao are like a piece of jade, glowing with moist light. In the bleak autumn, the poetess of the Song Dynasty poured a cup of memory wine, drank it alone under the window, and looked up at the north. The prosperity of the Song Dynasty was gone, leaving only broken old dreams lingering.

I still remember that year, when you spent the first time, you were full of joy and happiness. This year is the beginning of your destiny change. With a stroke of the pen, you wrote a song "Like a Dream", which surprised the whole country.

I envy your writing and pen and ink, I envy your reading, and I regret your marriage. Zhao Mingcheng, the love of your life! How wonderful it is to be a husband and wife, how sweet it is to fly with me, and it is Qi Mei who envies others more. It's a pity that Ming Cheng died young. You not only have to face the sadness of sorting out your husband's legacy, but also have to be displaced in that foggy era. How hard it is for a woman!

I admire you, a beauty, but Fu, you are too humble to forget your country. In the face of his hometown being trampled by the nomads from the Golden Army, he felt sad and indignant, and attached himself to the poem "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost hero". So far, you miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "

You, a follower of Jingkang, are a saint! You look at the mountains and rivers of the old country and sigh that "the mountains and rivers are left behind, and future generations are worried"; You miss your husband, and you are angry at "where people are, even the grass can't see the way back"; You look at the past and say in a low voice, "Things are people, not things, tears flow first."

A generation of talented women, the queen of eternal words. You, guarding your home, guarding your mountains and rivers, as a poet, using words as a critical tool, full of vitality and vitality!

You, let Du Nan, who prefers Jiangnan, be ashamed of Song Ting; You make countless beautiful women who only know how to dress ashamed; You, as a junior, I admire you; You are not only guarding your children's affair, but also your love for your country!

Li Qingzhao, a poetess in the Song Dynasty, poured a glass of memory wine in the bleak autumn, drank it alone under the window, held her head up with tears, and the wine turned into tears of mountains and rivers.

The man I admire is a teacher, and nothing can make him give up teaching and educating people.

My calligraphy teacher surnamed Wang is a beginner, but he writes well. Teacher Wang's teaching is rigorous, with both ability and political integrity, honest and selfless, and his teaching intentions are well known to everyone he has contacted. I admire him not only for his good handwriting, but also for his attitude towards people.

Once, Mr. Wang taught us to write the word "Cheng", which seemed simple, but in fact it was extremely mysterious. A little carelessness will make mistakes, and one stroke will ruin the whole word. I dipped in ink to refresh myself and wrote the word "Cheng" on the paper. However, I have tried several times and always find this word awkward. The word "Yi" is not well written. This oblique hook structure is different from my usual practice style. This time, I am puffed up. At this time, the number of words practiced on paper increased one by one, but I didn't write its charm. I was in a hurry.

Just thinking, Mr. Wang came over. I secretly called it bad. I hope he won't come to me and pray that he won't see my "masterpiece". However, contrary to expectations, bad things came. When Mr. Wang saw my crooked words, he frowned and raised his eyebrows slightly, showing displeasure. However, he quickly adjusted his mood, pointed out my shortcomings and said, "Dip the ink evenly." Then he picked up a brush and slowly demonstrated the word "Cheng" on the paper. The ink is even, the font is smart and powerful, and there is no flaw. Compared with my handwriting, I am ashamed.

Teacher Wang went on to say, "Your writing mind is too impetuous. The most taboo for us to learn calligraphy is impetuousness. Only when we are calm and dedicated, the words written are good words. " After listening to Mr. Wang's words, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Why is Miss Wang so powerful that she knows I didn't pay attention? I've really been thinking about that unfinished novel just now. What will happen next? I didn't concentrate on writing at all. I just want to finish it quickly and then go home after school. Therefore, writing is a task. How can I be as calm as Teacher Wang said?

I calmed down again, thinking about what Mr. Wang said and suppressing my impetuousness. I wrote one by one, and after writing a few words, I felt something. Finally, I wrote what the teacher said, that handsome and powerful word "Cheng", although very different from Mr. Wang's, is far from my previous word "painting". Under the guidance of Mr. Wang, my calligraphy is getting better and better.

Teacher Wang's meticulous teaching attitude and constant efforts for ten years have cultivated many excellent students. Teachers, so preach, teach, and solve doubts. I admire such a person!

People I admire 8 Everyone has a huge warehouse in his mind, which contains bags of memories. One of the packages contains someone I admire. male ......

After lunch, the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of yarn, all gray pencil drawings. Dragonflies fly very low, and fish keep jumping out of the water, spitting bubbles, as if to tell people something-yes, it's raining cats and dogs! God, it's dark, and the wind is blowing, cutting my face like a knife. Then, cheerful raindrops fell from the sky.

Turning around, I saw an old man in his sixties holding a five-or six-year-old child under the eaves to shelter from the rain. I have long heard that there is an old man who collects junk in this place. No one knows his name, only that he shuttles around people every day, which neither brings happiness to people nor hinders others.

The old man was wearing a tattered old dress, with several patches, the color was unclear, and his trousers were tattered, but he could still see that it was a pair of trousers. And the child in his hand looks sallow and seems to be malnourished. The howling cold wind made people shudder, but the old man took off his tattered coat and put it on the child, but he was shivering with cold.

The child looked at the old man with big watery eyes, which made people feel pity. Soon, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, and there were more pedestrians on the road. Suddenly, the old man was awakened by a "ding" and saw a one-dollar coin rolling on the ground and then stopped. The old man looked up and saw a tall and fat middle-aged man standing in front of him. As soon as the middle-aged man went to the store to buy things, he threw the change to the old man. Soon, the old man seemed to understand something, put down the child, picked up the coin and chased it up.

"What do you mean?"

"Hum, I feel sorry for you. It's for you. "

"Here you are," the old man handed the coin. "I am not a beggar!"

"Don't forget." The middle-aged man laughed, took the coin, threw it out conveniently, and gave a "ding" sound-the coin fell into the corner!

This crisp voice hit the old man's heart very painful, very painful, and the whole person seemed to be hit by this middle-aged man, and my heart was corrected into a ball. I don't know what that feels like.

At the beginning of the shower, only a few raindrops were still sticking to the eaves, and these crumbling raindrops were still hanging on the green coat of the grass. I looked at the back of the old man's departure and felt sad. It's a little chilly, but it can't stop the warm current from rippling in my heart.

Although he is not rich materially, his spirit is superior to most people. He is an ordinary old man, but he has something extraordinary. How can such a person not let me admire him?