Article collection for the centenary of the founding of the Party

Five essays for the centenary of the founding of the Party

In daily life or work and study, everyone has written essays, and they must be familiar with various types of essays. Essays must be on topic Focus on the same topic and make an in-depth explanation. Avoid rambling, the topic is scattered or even has no topic. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a collection of essays collected by me for the centenary of the founding of the Party. You are welcome to share them.

Essay on the Centenary of the Founding of the Party 1

My grandparents are over sixty years old and live in the countryside. They can’t let go of their peach orchard.

In March, the peach blossoms bloomed. Looking from a distance, red clouds seemed to be floating in the garden. Standing under the tree, you can see countless bees gathering nectar among the flowers, and the buzzing sound is intertwined into the most beautiful music of spring. When the peaches grow to the size of ping pong balls, grandpa will put on "coats" for them - insect-proof bags, so that pests and sparrows can't bite them! In another month, when the peaches take off their "coats" and appear in front of us, they will already be "women's eighteenth transformation", and all of them will be plump and rosy! ——Only I know how much hard work my grandparents put in in the Taoyuan!

Growing peaches is hard, selling peaches is even harder. Grandpa's Taoyuan is in the westernmost part of Qianhuang Town. A short walk to the west is Fangqian Town, and a short walk to the north is Nanxiashu - there is a ridge in the middle that cannot be passed by cars. At the end of June, my grandparents went to the fields to pick peaches before dawn and traveled several miles to the town to sell them. They couldn't sell them in the town, so they had to drive a tricycle to the peach purchasing point in Wuxi. When they returned to Taoyuan, Tiandu Dark.

A few years ago, a wide asphalt road (Changwu Road South Extension Project) passed through the countryside, less than fifty meters away from grandpa’s orchard! Grandpa, don’t waste your time on so many journeys again! The peaches grown by grandpa taste very good, and several fruit shops are vying for them. Early in the morning, grandpa delivers a batch of peaches to Zhaiqiao, and then sends another load of peaches to Minghuang and Hutang, and stops by the city. It’s so convenient to make lunch at my new home! If you don’t believe it, please take a look: that road is right downstairs of my house. It floats southward like a ribbon full of happiness, towards the place where peach blossoms bloom. Essay Collection for the Centenary of the Founding of the Party 2

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable and the affection is deep, and the years are full of youth.

——Inscription

There are two kinds of people in the world who will not harm you. One is a parent and the other is a teacher. During my long journey of schooling, they nurtured me to thrive and taught me how to behave and be a good person.

I always feel guilty about Teacher Jiao. She is my junior high school teacher. Although she is not tall, she always walks with a long, fast stride. In my impression: She is a strict and responsible teacher. As the saying goes: "A strict teacher produces a good disciple." Teacher Jiao is not only very strict with her students, but also with herself.

When she was our class teacher, her youngest daughter was in the third grade, but she spent almost all her time with us. At noon that day, Teacher Jiao’s youngest daughter’s class teacher sent her youngest daughter’s composition to Teacher Jiao. The title of that essay is "My Mother" -

"My mother is a teacher. She always gets up very early every morning. She has to get up before dawn. She wakes up at 5 in the morning. She woke me up from the warm bed at about 1 o'clock, hurriedly finished breakfast and sent me to school, but the school gate would not open so early, so I had to wait and wait... Mom is really good Busy! When will mom stop being so busy and take some time to spend with me..." Yes, Teacher Jiao gets up at 5:10 in the morning, runs exercises with us, reads mornings with us, and eats with us. We are more like her children. She is not a whim or a whim, nor is she fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, but day after day, year after year, until we graduate, a day has not changed from beginning to end. At that time, we all felt that she was too strict. While students from other classes were still running around outside, chasing and fighting, we had already "returned the gods to their places" early. Needless to say, she was also there.

I've been busy for about an hour or two, and it's almost dawn. Return to the dormitory and fall asleep with tears and warmth. The next day, Teacher Jiao called me to the office and asked me how I slept yesterday. I said it was pretty good. She smiled and said, "I guess I didn't sleep all night. Are you feeling better now? Does it still hurt?" After saying that, she took my hand and looked around. Touching my swollen fingers from time to time, I said: "It's almost healed now, thank you teacher." She said: "It's okay, it's okay, just go back to class." This incident will really be remembered for a lifetime. And this person will remember it for the rest of his life.

Seriously. I really feel guilty for Teacher Jiao. The teacher always hopes that I can study hard and do at least better than her in the future. But I didn't live up to expectations, didn't work hard, and ran counter to her ideas. However, when I grow up, whether I grow into a towering tree or an insignificant grass, I will bless her with the greenness of life. thank you! my teacher! sorry! my teacher!

If possible, I would like to become a teacher. An excellent teacher is ordinary and ordinary, like Teacher Jiao, he teaches and educates people, and he has many students. Essay Collection for the Centenary of the Founding of the Party 3

The sky is blue waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you. Smoke curls up from the kitchen, thousands of miles across the river.

——Inscription

I just recently learned an article called "Teacher's Comments" in Chinese class. There is a sentence in it: "Teachers are the ones who preach and learn karma to resolve doubts." Somehow, I suddenly remembered that the teacher asked us before: What do you want to be in the future? At that time, two-thirds of my classmates said they wanted to be teachers, including me. I don’t know why I thought that at the time. Maybe I was just following the trend.

Looking back now, I suddenly feel a little confused. How did I know anything at that time! Later, I went to junior high school. Although it was a different teacher, he asked the same questions. It's still the same as before, I want to be a teacher, but fewer people say it than before. Maybe I have more experience, so I think this is a bit common.

When I really understood what I wanted to do in the future, it was during the 2020 epidemic. At that time, for safety reasons, we were all isolated at home and could not go out, nor could we go to school. But as students who are about to take the high school entrance examination or the college entrance examination, how can we give up studying?

At that time, in order to allow us to study at home, the school used current software to allow teachers to let us learn through live broadcast. I thought at the time: Fortunately I have these software, otherwise what would I do in the future? At the same time, I also feel that if there are only some software and no teachers to teach, it seems to be no different from no class.

During that time, we were all studying hard at home and working hard. However, without the serious work of the teachers behind the scenes, how could we students be on the gold list?

One stone stirs up thousands of waves, and two fingers make all kinds of sounds. When Zhang Ruoxu wrote "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" about a thousand years ago, he didn't know that a stone could change a student's ambition, right?

The reason that enabled me to unswervingly choose the teaching profession was a stone, that is, the insignificant stone that can be seen everywhere, which allowed me to meet the most important life mentor in my life—— Teacher Xiao! She made the teaching profession my first choice.

I vaguely remember: During the epidemic, I was depressed due to study reasons, so I had the idea of ??dropping out of school.

Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat. During that period of isolation at home, I indulged myself too much and never took my homework or lectures seriously, so that in the first exam, I plummeted from the top five in the class to outside the twentieth.

When I found out, I felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar. In order to vent my emotions, I randomly found a place. When I saw some stones on the road, I picked them up and threw them violently forward. At that time, I didn’t notice anyone around me, and I didn’t even care that someone would accompany me silently. All the way.

When I threw stones around again, Teacher Xiao stopped me, and I threw the stones over without paying attention. As expected, I threw it in front of Teacher Xiao. Fortunately, no one got on me, otherwise I would have committed a big crime! I looked at the teacher awkwardly, not daring to look directly into his eyes. The arrival of Teacher Xiao made me very confused. He is my physics teacher. He usually talks very harshly in class, but what he says is the truth!

Just when I was embarrassed and confused, he spoke first and said: "I know your grades this time are not ideal. In fact, you are very smart, but your smartness is not used in the right place; you are also a Sensible student, other students are silent and shy towards me. Only you can ask questions despite my sharp words. Ninety-five percent of what you are like now is your own fault. You are not a bad person. Student, is there any difference between you now and those who don’t study hard?”

I lowered my head and listened to Teacher Xiao’s words without saying a word. We were silent like this. He didn’t speak and I didn’t say a word either. . I knew Teacher Xiao was waiting for me to speak. I simply said a very hurtful thing to Teacher Xiao directly: "Then if you think I am a bad student, then give up on me. Anyway, I have already given up on myself." I knew that the teacher would feel very sad after hearing this. , but I blurted it out without knowing what was going on.

I couldn’t help but regret looking at Teacher Xiao’s somewhat gloomy eyes, but I thought he said something that I will remember for a long time: "Mr. Tao Xingzhi once said this to the teacher: "Your There is Watt under the pointer, Newton in your cold eyes, and Edison in your ridicule." So no matter how you treat yourself, all I have to do now is to do my duty as a teacher. After that, I left.

I stayed there alone, quietly watching his leaving figure for a long time.

During the epidemic, some students were happy and some were sad, and I was part of that sadness. Why should I surrender to myself? Teachers don’t give up on anyone, so why should I be the first to give up? I thought about it for a long time and finally decided that no matter what the outcome is, as long as I do it well now, I will never regret it in the future. Well. The future is decided by myself!

I am really glad that I have met such a good teacher. Teacher Xiao’s ethics has deeply influenced me and also made me more capable. Understand: The career orientation I need. Sometimes the teacher’s vicious words and warnings may not be intentional, they may just want us to learn something painfully. Teacher Xiao is my goal and my mentor!

The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you. The smoke is rising thousands of miles across the river.

Dear teacher, I look forward to my excellence when we meet again. , Just as you wish. Essay on the Centenary of the Founding of the Party 4

There is always such a song playing in my grandma’s tape recorder every morning, "Without the Communist Party, there would be no new China..." I asked my grandma why she This song was always played, and she said: "You were born in a good era, you don't know what kind of life we ??lived before. "So, I pestered my grandma and asked her to tell me stories about her childhood.

Sitting on the warm balcony, grandma told me slowly. Grandma said: "She was born in 1954. Because of the previous Anti-Japanese War, everyone was displaced. Her mother told her that when the Japanese army came in the past, people in the mountainous areas could only run into the mountains, but people in the plains had no way to hide. People across the country were in danger at any time, and they never knew when they would lose themselves. of relatives and lives. It was not until later that the Communist Party of China came into existence. With the Communist Party of China, there was hope! The Communist Party not only did not take advantage of the masses, but also led the army and militia to fight against the enemy. In this way, the Japanese army was driven out of China step by step, and everyone could live safely on their own land. Finally, my grandmother told me: "When you grow up, you must join the party. You are a Chinese. You must serve your country and become a person who loves your country, your home, and your compatriots."

Oh, no, things are not settled. Maybe things will end after I am in junior high school. (That’s what I thought at the time.)

When she adjusted her seat a week later, she may have seen my progress. She moved me behind the best-study girl in the class. Let her take me to study, and slowly the girl and I became good friends. She helps me study and I take her out to play. From then on, the nerd in our class was no longer a nerd. Likewise the most difficult students are less noisy. Maybe it’s because the two of us have gradually become complementary to each other.

Having said that, let me tell you a secret secretly. In fact, I didn't really change after that. It was because I always felt like she was staring at me from behind. It was her attention that made me slowly improve.

Later I discovered that I was not the only one receiving special attention from her. In her opinion, everyone is special, and she will pay attention to every student as if she were her own child.

I think I will never forget the last lesson she taught me. That day she asked us to recall the person we were most grateful for in the three years of junior high school. I burst into tears when I told her about this. (I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but shed tears. After hearing this, she said to me: “This is your own change and has nothing to do with me. If you didn’t want to change at that time, I would have done nothing. No. ”

This is the transfer teacher that I will never forget. She treats every one of her children fairly, she is kind to her children from the bottom of her heart, and she never boasts about her Credit, she has always worked diligently.

Thank you, my beloved teacher! It is you who make us understand: if the heart is clear, the future will be clear as well, even if we are walking alone on the road to pursuing our dreams. , but also to leave comfort and embrace the stars;