Children pick up rubbish at school and talk about it.

On Sunday, my brother and I went to the park to pick up garbage.

When I got there, I ate a catty, only to see garbage such as cigarette butts and waste paper everywhere except flowers and trees. I hesitated and said, "Let's pick up some garbage as a charity."

The younger brother denied saying, "It's not ours anyway. The garbage is ugly and dirty. " I said, "Then let's pick up the garbage."

The younger brother said, "I don't want to pick you up." I answered it without saying anything, and that shameless brother was laughing behind me.

Passers-by saw me picking up garbage, so they lent a helping hand to pick it up together, but some people not only became bystanders, but also gave us trouble, threw their garbage on the ground and left. Everyone present was very angry when they saw it. An old man said, "Now our young relatives are really selfless."

Some middle-aged people also said, "Who are these people? Can't you see that we are trying to pick up garbage! Even if you don't pick it up, it's really too * * *. " Although some people said nothing, they were as angry as us and looked at them with contempt until they disappeared into the park.

And we only took one look and began to work hard again. Until about five o'clock, the garbage in the park has not been cleaned up, but when the time comes, people leave one after another, filling our hearts with the warmth and sweetness of praise.

I really don't know if I picked it up. I was shocked when I picked it up. It's terrible that a small park should have so much rubbish. Everyone is busy picking up rubbish and putting it in the dustbin, so that our life will be more sanitary and beautiful.

2. Write a composition about picking up garbage.

On Tuesday morning, the teacher suddenly announced that this afternoon's class, we will make contributions to the school, and we will compete with Class Five, Class Five and Class Six. Whoever cleans up the "site" of his class will win. As soon as the teacher's voice dropped, we were all eager to try. The following began to whisper. "Wow, I finally have time to go to the grass to relax!" But some people say, alas, why am I always unlucky? Oh, my God, it's picking up garbage again! "What about me? It can be said that it is half happy and half worried. Besides, can our class win? Say happy, I can make a little contribution to the school.

In a blink of an eye, half a day passed nervously, and we came to the playground in a neat and orderly team.

We started picking up garbage. I rolled up my trouser legs, looked far away, found the best "battlefield" and began to search for "enemy traces" After a while, I picked up a lot of "trophies" as if I didn't know. I was shocked! It's amazing to see other students! Nobody can open it. I looked left and right, and "grabbed" the garbage at a speed of 100 meters. Finally, I was sweating like a pig. Finally, I am also "fruitful". Three steps and two steps to the trash can. At first glance, it really looks like garbage in a meeting. There's a lot of rubbish! Plastic, leaves, candy paper, hay … a lot. Look, our boxes are all full, but the playground is so clean! Our class is sure to win! But my heart is not easy. Why is there so much rubbish?

Although this activity is very tiring, I know that Lei Feng has been doing good deeds and serving the people all his life. I think: We should learn from Lei Feng, and learn from people with the same qualities as Lei Feng!

It was a sunny day, and everyone was hiding in the air-conditioned room to "enjoy", but we bent down to pick up garbage in the community. It can be said that the community cleaners are excellent, and our work has been reduced a lot. However, we are all "conspicuous"! How can "hidden" garbage escape? I see that we are all resourceful, and we should "catch" the target-garbage as soon as we move. These "hidden" rubbish are usually cigarette butts and wrapping paper for some food. This gives us a headache. We must stamp out cigarette butts first and then throw them into garbage bags. We will be surprised if you see how we pick up rubbish. We moved quickly and held them in our hands with a whoosh. Beads of sweat often fall off. Because my hands are dirty, I shrug my shoulders and "wipe" the sweat off. "This is a very strange action." This is our unanimous evaluation of it. \x0d I have many natural feelings when I choose the name "feeling of picking up garbage". First of all, I'm surprised. In our beautiful "paradise" Hangzhou, someone actually throws garbage outside the trash can. It's really amazing. It is ethereal people who don't understand environmental protection. He saw us picking up garbage, gave us a contemptuous look and threw it away. Isn't this like a mirror, showing people's defects? .

4. The composition of the old man who picked up garbage, 100 words. Every evening around six o'clock, there is always a ragged and calm old man who comes to pick up junk. Always arrive on time and leave silently.

The first time I saw him, he was quarreling with the doorman of the community, only to see him growling: Why didn't you let me in? Is it regular? "Grandpa is skinny, and the veins stood out on his hands are obviously exposed.

Then there was a quarrel. Somehow, the doorman let grandpa in. Grandpa rummaged through the trash cans one by one. He is different from other garbage collectors. He only comes at night. He collects garbage. He doesn't do anything else.

Residents see grandpa's miserable life and poor life, but every time they collect junk silently and never complain, which makes residents show more respect for grandpa. Out of kindness, an uncle wanted to give a bag of good oranges to grandpa, but grandpa said that although he was poor, he never accepted delicious food, and then he left silently. Uncle was silent after listening.

The next day, grandpa came to collect junk. Uncle quickly put several bags of good fruit next to the garbage and wrapped the fruit in newspaper. Grandpa thought it was rubbish and picked it up. Two or three families followed suit. Grandpa knew, so he turned the things in the bag into garbage, put them in woven bags and put the good things at the doors of those houses.

Grandpa's behavior moved me. Even living in poverty, people need to maintain a dignity. This incident taught me what dignity and respect are.

5. As for the composition of picking up garbage, the experience of picking up garbage is that 350 words of labor is an inevitable obligation of everyone in society.

Frequently used keys are always shining. In order to make us a shining "key", the school offers many activities about labor, such as weeding, cleaning windows, cleaning the playground, and so on.

My most unforgettable task was that my classmates went to the school playground to pick up garbage. You must be strange! What's unforgettable about picking up garbage? Then listen to me slowly ... when I came to school, my classmates were picking up garbage with their schoolbags on their backs.

We put on bags or gloves, bent down and carefully picked up the unfinished milk boxes, shredded paper, dirty napkins and greasy food packaging bags on the ground ... we were all "picky". If you see how we pick up rubbish, you will be surprised.

We quickly shot, swish, and held the "trophy" in our hands, just like a frog eating a worm. Then I ran around and threw the garbage in my hand into the trash can at the school gate, and honestly let the garbage return to the team. In other words, we have honed our "little princess" and "little emperor", learned unity and discipline in our work, and cultivated a good character of not being afraid of hardship and fatigue, which has benefited us a lot for life.

Labor is the greatest, let's create a better life with our own hands and open up a brilliant life path for ourselves! In my life, I have met many good people and their good deeds, which are like a group of very dazzling shining stars, but among these stars, I think the brightest star should belong to him. On a hot summer day, our whole family hated the hot ghost weather, so we immediately took a trip to Tianmu Mountain. As soon as I arrived at Tianmu Mountain, I immediately gulped the fresh air of Tianmu Mountain and enjoyed the infinite shade here.

Within ten minutes, we climbed halfway up the mountain. Although we were panting, the cool wind blew on us, which was very comfortable. Suddenly, I saw an old man walking slowly past me. I looked intently, and suddenly my eyes widened in surprise. I found the old man cleaning up the garbage while climbing the mountain. She bent down and picked up the rubbish at hand.

I clearly saw that the old man did not show disgust. On the contrary, I found a smile on his face. I think: ordinary people are tired of picking up garbage and will hold their noses with their hands, but how can this old man not be disgusted? I was just thinking.

; The arranger straightened his back and threw the garbage into the trash can next to him in a very skilled posture. He turned and smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. I learned a lot after this incident.

An old man in his seventies can do a small thing that he doesn't usually do. Seemingly ordinary, but actually great.

I am very touched that he did such a "small thing" wholeheartedly.

6. Write a 500-word composition about picking up garbage and throwing it away. I don't know when it started. There is always an old woman who picks up garbage at school. She is about eighty years old and often wears a blue khaki dress with cloth buttons on it. Buttons, like those on my grandmother's clothes, are unique to women in China.

The old woman wobbles, holding a stick in one hand and a fiber bag in the other, and often looks for it in the garbage beside the teaching building. Once she found anything that could be exchanged for money, she put it in her bag as carefully as a baby.

Every time I look at her, I feel pity. How can such a kind and clean old man have no one to feed her? Sometimes, I will walk up to her and finish my drink quickly, so that I can give her the bottle. She always smiles happily.

Gradually, I got to know more about the old woman.

One day, we were cleaning. When I went out to take out the garbage with a dustpan, I smelled a bad smell in the distance. I looked around. It turned out that the old woman was burning garbage after picking up the "baby". Suddenly, the fire in the garbage dump was soaring, and the smoke was rolling, which scared the old woman to step back and cough a few times. Then the old lady beat the burning garbage with a stick in her hand from time to time, probably to make the fire more prosperous. Then, the old woman bent down to pick up garbage outside the garbage dump. It looks like an old hen pecking at it. She put the sellable things in a fiber bag and let it be cremated until the ground was clean.

Every day after that, I found the old women "repeating yesterday's story": first pick up the "baby" and then burn the garbage. So that the contracting area next to the garbage dump is clean. She did what she shouldn't have done in silence without hesitation. Compared with other scavengers, it's really hard to get!

Like a gust of wind, the old lady's garbage collection at school soon reached the ears of children working far away from home. Of course, the children strongly oppose the old woman's practice. But the old lady still "goes her own way". She showed up at school as usual. She said to people, "I'm not short of money, but doing something meaningful in my later years!" "

Yes! The old woman's heart shines like the sun and the moon, forever.

7. Little girl picking up garbage composition 150 I just left home and haven't walked to the trash can yet. I vaguely saw a little girl of eleven or twelve. She is wearing a dirty and small half-sleeved shirt and a pair of fat and worn shoes. She was carefully rummaging through the garbage with a hook, and found things like beverage bottles and cans, and picked them up and put them in the bag beside her. Suddenly, she picked up a book from the garbage, as if she had found a baby. Carefully brush off the dust on it, as if afraid of breaking it. Then she squatted there and read carefully. She was so absorbed and devoted that she didn't notice me walking behind her. I looked at the book and froze: Isn't this the old textbook I threw away yesterday? Only then did she notice someone behind her, hurriedly closed the book, turned around and looked at me timidly, her eyes full of alert and doubt. We just looked at each other. After a while, she slowly took out a handkerchief from her pocket, put away her schoolbag, picked it up and turned to leave!

"Wait a minute!" I suddenly had an idea and ran home, giving her the youth magazine I just bought and saying, "Here you are, little sister!" " She looked at the book, looked at me, tears in her eyes. She silently took the book and left with her bag.

I have been watching her figure, farther and farther away. I think about myself. With such good reading conditions, I'm still tired all day. She is unique. I threw out the garbage and stood there for a long time. The little girl's desire to love books has been emerging in my mind, and my heart is uneasy. An unremarkable textbook is a treasure in her eyes! What about me? But I don't know how to cherish it at all

I want to say to you: "Please help a child like her so that she can study!" "

In the morning, the teacher said that we would go to the municipal square to pick up garbage in the afternoon, and everyone jumped for joy.

In the afternoon, we came to school early, finished the first class, talked and laughed all the way, and in a blink of an eye we arrived at the expressway in the municipal square. We boys are in charge of the grass on the left side of the street slow lane, and the girls are in charge of the flower pond on the right side. Here we go. I opened the plastic bag, picked up chopsticks and picked up cigarette butts in the grass, one by one. Cigarette butts became our trophies, so I took one to show off to others.

I had a big cigarette butt in my hand. When I put it in my bag, Fan Xiaoyang hit me and put chopsticks on my chopsticks. The cigarette end actually fell, and the two of us grabbed it, just like grabbing a baby, and the cigarette end was sacrificed. Is it worth fighting for a cigarette butt? I was looking for the target when Li Haohua stepped on a piece of grass. "I want this land!" "Not to be outdone, I stepped on an empty lawn." I want this land! ""As a result, I didn't find a cigarette butt.

Finally, everyone has his own great achievements, and I also have my own credit. Although I am tired after the "25,000-mile Long March", my heart is sweeter than eating honey.

It is everyone's responsibility to lift a finger. Everyone raised their hands and threw cigarette butts into the dustbin. With so many people in China, it will be better for environmental protection if everyone makes a small gesture. On Sunday, my brother and I went to the park to pick up garbage.

When I got there, I ate a catty, only to see garbage such as cigarette butts and waste paper everywhere except flowers and trees. I hesitated and said, "Let's pick up some garbage as a charity."

The younger brother denied saying, "It's not ours anyway. The garbage is ugly and dirty. " I said, "Then let's pick up the garbage."

The younger brother said, "I don't want to pick you up." I answered it without saying anything, and that shameless brother was laughing behind me.

Passers-by saw me picking up garbage, so they lent a helping hand to pick it up together, but some people not only became bystanders, but also gave us trouble, threw their garbage on the ground and left. Everyone present was very angry when they saw it. An old man said, "Now our young relatives are really selfless."

Some middle-aged people also said, "Who are these people? Can't you see that we are trying to pick up garbage! Even if you don't pick it up, it's really too * * *. " Although some people said nothing, they were as angry as us and looked at them with contempt until they disappeared into the park.

And we only took one look and began to work hard again. Later, my brother came to pick it up and I said, "Do you want some light, too?" He smirked for a moment.

Until about five o'clock, the garbage in the park has not been cleaned up, but when the time comes, people leave one after another, filling our hearts with the warmth and sweetness of praise. I really don't know if I picked it up. I was shocked when I picked it up. It's terrible that a small park should have so much rubbish.

Everyone is busy picking up rubbish and putting it in the dustbin, so that our life will be more sanitary and beautiful.