A writing article 1000 words.

* There is a bronze statue in Kunming Cuihu Park. It was not donated by the government or enterprises, but was built by citizens who donated spontaneously. ......

The hero of the story is an old man named Wu Qingheng. The old man is a retired worker. He has no family. For more than ten years, he has been feeding seagulls in Kunming Cuihu almost every day. The income of the elderly is meager. In order to feed the seagulls, his life is getting worse and worse, but he still lives optimistically. One day, when the old man came to feed the seagulls, he was seen by several photographers. They took a photo of the old man, and this enlarged photo appeared on TV several times. After a while, the photographer came to the river again, but could not find the shadow of the old man. So they inquired all the way and found the old man, and finally found the factory where the old man was. People in the factory told them that the old man had been dead for a long time, and the photographer learned the story about the old man from them. Over the years, he tightened his belt and insisted on feeding those lovely seagulls ... The photographers were moved, and they put the enlarged photos on the rocks by the lake, ready to mourn the old man. At this time, touching things happened. The seagulls flying by the lake recognized the old man in the photo. They immediately circled around the photo of the old man, and their soft wings fluttered sadly in the air. ...

* Looking at seagulls reminds me of the care of the elderly. ........

His name is Wu Qingheng, and he is an ordinary retired worker. He has been through hardships all his life. 1In the winter of 985, the red-billed gull from Siberia began to fly to Kunming. Wu Qingheng, who has been lonely all his life, seems to have met his children. He said that when the seagulls came, I knew that my blessing had come, and that the blessings of Kunming people had come. From then on, Wu Qingheng was satisfied with the days when there were red-billed gulls.

* Although the monthly retirement salary is only 308 yuan, Wu Qingheng always spends half of his money on biscuits, flour and eggs to feed seagulls, while he only eats two steamed buns and a bowl of rice and pickles a day; He wears his own coarse clothes and smokes cigarettes at 30 cents a pack. He never wants to take a bus for 50 cents. He walks from his home in the suburbs for more than three hours every day to feed the seagulls in Cuihu Park in the city center. The tattered cloth bag on his back contains cinders and branches he picked up all the way to take home as fuel, as well as a bottle of tea from an old beverage bottle.

Day after day, year after year, seagulls got to know the old man with hunched back. As long as the old man comes, they will stay with him for a long time.

* Some people began to notice the old man. Photographer Li Zhixiong is one of them. He photographed the old man and became friends with him. He promised to give the old man a set of photos and take him to Dianchi Lake to see the night habitat of seagulls. However, these two simple promises have not been fulfilled. One day, Li Zhixiong found that the old man had not come to feed the seagulls for several days. He immediately drove with his friends to visit the old man. When they finally found the old man's home, they were told that the old man had passed away the day before. In this poor old man's room with only a bed and a table, Li Zhixiong sadly saw a picture of seagulls scattered on the ground, which was taken by the old man with 3 yuan money.

* A few days later, Li Zhixiong and his friends published an obituary in the place where the old man often fed the seagulls, and posted photos of the old man feeding the seagulls before his death. At this time, countless seagulls flew over. After a few weeks around the portrait of the old man, they landed neatly in the front and back rows of the photo and held a wake for the old man for dozens of minutes.

2. touching things

Touched, everywhere; Touched, maybe in an instant, I want a meteor to flash by; Touched, within reach in life.

During the short five-day military training, I was deeply moved. Almost all the students in our class cried when they left. We are reluctant to be instructors and unforgettable military training life. After those five days, although it was only a short five days, we have forged a deep friendship with the instructors. How can we leave without saying anything? The leaves are blown by the wind and seem to sigh for us; The sky also wants to be sad for us, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The whole playground is quiet! Even the sound of raindrops hitting the ground can be heard clearly. Looking at the instructor and the sky, I can't help but see the scenes of these five days in my mind. The jokes told by the instructor and the games we played together appeared in front of me like movies.

Instructors have the quality of perseverance. Once we practiced standing posture, and the instructor ordered us to stand at attention in a standard posture. I didn't think so at first, so what about practicing this? Physical education class doesn't know how many times he has stood! But the weather is not as good as people, the site is long, and I am really a little tired. But look at the students who are still as tall as pine trees. I bit my teeth, sucked my stomach and continued to stand. After a while, the students seemed unable to hold on and began to swing from side to side. That's great. It made me relax, hunched my back and drooped my shoulders, as if I were disabled. Our eyes looked at the instructor in unison, begging the instructor to call for dissolution. Let's have a rest. The instructor seems to know what we think, and his men are not merciful at all. He said abruptly, "Don't move, or you will be punished for running!" " ! ! "We were immediately shocked by the instructor's words and didn't dare to move. One by one, the depressed balls bulged again. Even so, I can't help but whisper. Why don't you understand us? It will kill us. Hey, I can't help it. Just hang in there. After a long time, a loud whistle cut through the playground. We seem to be awakened in a dream, and suddenly a tingle, the instructor's crisp voice sounded in the ear, "dismissed." Suddenly, groans and shouts came and went, spreading in all directions. I'm surprised that we can stand for so long and still stand guard like the PLA. I am a child soldier, haha, I am proud that I finally survived.

The instructor is also a person who cares about us. From the emergency meeting in the middle of the third day, the students were a little scared and couldn't sleep. On the fourth day, before going to bed, I specially asked the instructor if he wanted to gather urgently for a few days, because today's training was very tired and it was a party at night. If we meet again in an emergency, we will really get insufficient sleep. The instructor seemed to know what was on our minds and said, "There is no emergency meeting today, I'm afraid you are too tired!" Check the training results tomorrow and go to bed. "Look! What a humanized instructor, how concerned about us, what is the difference between this and the meticulous care of the elders? Gentle words float across my heart like spring breeze, soft and pleasant, and my relieved heart also floats across like willow branches.

Touched all the time! In fact, moving is also a dish of life!

3. Unforgettable events

When I was in fifth grade, I did something wrong. It is like a mirror, which makes me deeply reflect on myself.

I remember one weekend, my good friend Zhang Dan bought a white handkerchief in Dingkuai. The pattern on it is exquisite: flowers are in full bloom, colorful butterflies are dancing among the flowers, and a little girl who looks like an angel's smile is leaning down to smell the flowers! . The first time I saw that handkerchief, I couldn't put it down ... if only I had one like this. However, Zhang Dan said that Ding Kuai didn't have the same handkerchief as her. What should I do? I really want to have such a handkerchief. I thought about it and finally came up with a "coup".

In the afternoon, I played with Zhang Dan. While Zhang Dan was not paying attention, I stumbled and pretended to fall, taking the opportunity to wipe the chicken blood on the handle. I saw Zhang Dan running in front of me and found my hand bleeding. She quickly took out a brand-new handkerchief from her pocket and quickly bandaged it for me. "Forget it, my hand is fine, your handkerchief ..." Before I finished, Zhang Dan quickly said, "Your injury is important, don't worry about anything else." I had to pretend to say, "Zhang Dan, thank you. May I wash your handkerchief and return it to you? " She nodded and sent me home.

When I got home, I quickly washed my handkerchief and hung it up. The next day, I went to see Zhang Dan. It happened that we met on the road. I pretended to be pathetic and whispered to Zhang Dan, "I'm sorry, I lost your handkerchief." Otherwise, I ... I'll buy you a new one. "I saw Zhang Dan hesitated, then patted me on the shoulder and smiled and said to me," Never mind, we are good friends. " Obviously Zhang Dan felt bad, but ... I knew I was wrong.

Later, Zhang Dan never mentioned the handkerchief again. The less she talks about it, the worse I feel. The handkerchief seems to say something about me: "Shameless, dishonest ..." I made up my mind to apologize to Zhang Dan, but I didn't have the courage to say it in front of Zhang Dan. What are we doing? I can't sleep well.

In a blink of an eye, summer vacation is coming. Finally, one day, I decided to tell Zhang Dan the truth, apologize to her face and return her handkerchief, no matter what she thought.

However, as soon as I got to Zhang Dan's door, I heard a man talking to her grandmother. Did Dandan go? Has she adapted to it? ""yes, nothing. You said that children don't want to go to school and have to work. "Hearing this, I froze. Zhang Dan has gone to work. Can I see her again?

When I got home, I folded my handkerchief neatly and put it away. Whenever I see this handkerchief, I will shed tears of regret. It always reminds me to be honest.

4. Unforgettable events

"Xia Qianhan, Xia Qianhan!" One morning, I was putting on my shoes when suddenly a clear cry came from downstairs.

Su Xiaoxia?' I was shocked. "Mom, just say I'm leaving!" I quickly gestured to my mother with my hand.

My mother gave me a puzzled look, but she tricked Su Xiaoxia away as I meant.

My family used to live on the third floor, but I changed with Su Xiaoxia's family and now I live on the second floor. For a long time, I carefully opened the curtains of the room and looked downstairs. Su Xiaoxia walked and looked back. I quickly hid behind the curtain. In fact, how can you see me from downstairs?

My mother asked strangely, "You are good friends. How can I see her shadow these days, just like a mouse sees a cat ... ""Oh, mom, where do you know me! "

It was last Sunday, and I went to Su Xiaoxia's house to play. Her father is a "flower fan" and loves flowers very much. His small balcony is full of gorgeous flowers: the beautiful and lovely Chinese rose is blowing her trumpet with her little face upturned; A string of sparkling red flowers opened fiery red buds ... colorful flowers lined with bright green leaves, bright and dazzling.

Su Xiaoxia led me to a pot of jasmine and proudly said, "This is my favorite jasmine fairy! Look, how white it is! How gentle! How fragrant! " This pot of jasmine is really beautiful. The green leaves hold white buds, and the delicate petals exude a refreshing fragrance.

I was fascinated at once. Suddenly, an idea rose in my heart: if only I had one! Even a small flower ... just reach out and pinch it gently, and you can get an intoxicating flower.

Su Xiaoxia is still enjoying the fragrance of flowers: "How fragrant, my beloved Jasmine Fairy." I stared at Molly closely, but I didn't dare to reach out and pinch it. How distressed she would be if she pinched it! I tried to calm myself down and let my thoughts disperse as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Su Xiaoxia ran into the house to drink water. At this time, I was left alone on the balcony. Like wearing a tie, I came to Molly again. I said silently, "I only picked one flower, only one-I'll plant it later, and I can make it up to her ..." I held out my trembling hand, squeezed a small flower with fragrance and dew, and left her house in a panic.

From that day on, as soon as I saw her, I felt panic. I am afraid of her big black eyes, her doubts about picking flowers, and her … I really regret it!

This thing really makes me happy.

Whenever I watch people swimming happily in the swimming pool, I always stare at them blankly, "sighing at the water." Who told me I was a landlubber? I can't always do this, so I made up my mind to learn to swim. I took my swimmer's father as my teacher, took the swimming ring to the swimming pool and started a long journey of learning to swim.

"First, practice the basic movements on the side, and then …" Dad said slowly. I can't wait to say, "teach one thing and practice another!" " "

"Good, good." Dad started a demonstration action: lean forward, raise his hands horizontally, then draw a small arc to his chest, close his hands and repeat. Dad asked me, "Did you see it clearly? Start practicing! " I practice hard, hoping to get into the water early. Five minutes have passed, 10 minutes have passed. More and more people look at me with disdain, exhausted. "Good have no? How long will it take to practice? I'm exhausted! "

"10 seconds left, 10, 9, 8," with the countdown. I'm getting more and more excited ... great, finally in the water? Aunt, do you think it is too difficult to save γ? By who? Fierce? What's the matter with you? ǎ? What's the matter with you? Looking forward to vinegar? Pancreas and spring converge and call? About the river witch, about the drought? Br> Swimming with a swimming ring is my specialty, so swimming is not difficult at all. Dad saw that my basic movements were ok, so he asked me to take off my swimming ring and put it on when I swam to the pool. I thought discontentedly: after swimming for a while, I don't have a swimming ring, and my life can't be guaranteed. Dad read my mind and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. I swim beside you. When you want to sink, I will help you. "

"Well ... all right!"

In shallow water, my hands and feet paddle irregularly in the water. I spend most of my time at the bottom. Look at my mess. A child threw water at me, and I stared hard, thinking, we'll see! When dad saw this situation, he instructed, "Don't push back and forth, but push hard at the same time. Keep your fingers straight and don't bend. " Then he added, "That way, people won't laugh at you."

I tried my best to do what he said, but in any case, my hands and feet wouldn't listen to my command in the water, so I asked my father if he had any tricks. "No, I can only practice by myself!" He shook his head and said firmly. So I continued to practice in the water, and after I felt that I had practiced almost, I got the nerve to take risks in the deep water area. At first, I swam carefully, but soon I began to feel proud. Unexpectedly, just when I was complacent, God punished me for drinking a few mouthfuls of water, and I kept coughing and my hands and feet were in a mess. Seeing that I was about to sink, I immediately grabbed the iron core by the pool. I took a deep breath confidently and thought, fortunately, I am close!

I regretted my blind adventure and returned to the middle reaches of shallow water. Dad immediately cheered me up and encouraged me to go to the deep water area. So I went to the deep water area to practice again.

After repeated practice, I finally learned to swim! I'm so happy! While swimming freely, I thought: I will never envy people who can swim again, because I am one of them!

Now that I have learned backstroke, I can swim freely, let alone how happy I am! The original uncomfortable feeling has been forgotten. Dad also praised me for swimming well. I listened to him and was happier than eating honey!