Nothing can be done on the pretext of lack of time. One minute or five minutes is time. As long as we grasp and make good use of the scattered time, we can do a lot of things. The following is the award-winning composition of my idol that I brought to you. I hope it will help you.

My idol's award-winning composition is 1, "The pen falls on the wind and rain, and the poem makes the gods cry".

Throughout the ages, Li Bai's reputation has long been a household name, and the name of "Poet Fairy" has spread like wildfire. Today, the world is still chasing it. And I'm addicted to it.

Step into Xuanzong Palace, enjoy drinking in the imperial garden, and write several songs "Qingpingdiao". "Clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth" has also become a swan song throughout the ages. It is not difficult to imagine how gorgeous Yang Guifei, a beautiful woman in the Tang Dynasty, was. You must be intoxicated with it, too.

After crossing the land of Bashu, I can't help feeling that "the Shu Road is difficult to pass, and it is difficult to go to the sky, which makes people listen to this tune." You, dressed in white, stand out from the crowd in the vast mountains, chanting "Difficult Road to Shu", drinking highland barley wine, echoing in the valley and singing birds.

Standing on the edge of the surging Yangtze River, you shake hands with your friends and say goodbye. When you were leaving, you were slightly drunk and wrote, "The mountains are flat and primitive, and the rivers meander in the wilderness. Poems full of lofty sentiments such as "the bright moon is like a mirror, the sea clouds are like a palace". Think about it, Jingmen Mountain is lush, the sky is high and the clouds are light, so it is no wonder that it will be moved by the scene before us.

But how do I know you want to be a wandering knight? Snow-white clothes, three-foot swords and wine gourd, drinking and writing poems. In this case, you recalled the era of Kingoma Railway and wrote "Chivalrous Man". Your blood is still boiling when you read "Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles to stay". Being a knight-errant is also your second pursuit.

Oh! Li Bai, what a fallen fairy! You are really my idol!

My idol award-winning composition II. Most ignorant teenagers like me regard those young movie stars as their idols, but my idol is my father. This article introduces you to the content of my primary school idol.

I'm almost fifteen years old, and my father has been by my side for almost fifteen years. In these fifteen years, years have turned my father's once black and shiny hair into gray, which makes people feel distressed. If it were not for my family and me, my father would not be so tired.

Growing up, my father loved me the most. When my father was a child, he became deaf because he took the wrong medicine. But he is very capable and can drive any car. This is what I am proud of my father. Once, when grandma was alive, she always said, "If she hadn't taken too many drugs and become mute, she would have done a lot." Dad is disabled and other factories are unwilling to accept him, but he is lucky. He has been working in his uncle's brick factory since he was sixteen, and he is still working for him.

My uncle took care of our family, fearing that the brick factory would have no business in the future, and lent money to his father to buy tractors to plow the fields. Whenever the farm is busy, his father always works day and night and hardly sleeps.

Although my family's economy is not rich, my father tries his best to satisfy my wishes. Now that I think about it, it is really wrong to satisfy my desire with my father's hard-earned money.

After entering junior high school, I will live on campus. Every Friday, my father always buys me some delicious food, and I often prepare some fruits I like at home. When I go back to school every Sunday, my father will personally send me, and often take me to the supermarket to buy some sweets to take to school.

Yes, what did those so-called stars do for us? Send us to school like parents? Get up early and cook like your parents? Raising us like parents? No, they didn't. For them, maybe we just appreciate it.

My father is my idol.

My Idol Award-winning Composition 3 You must be curious, why is my idol Jimmy Lin? Because he made a lot of money? Or because of his superhuman wisdom? To tell the truth, these are not the reasons why I admire him.

I will always like Jimmy Lin's lofty ideals and his confident smile.

Jimmy Lin loved racing when he was a child. He once won a horse racing prize in this city. In his composition, there is a sentence: "My ideal is to be a racing driver." His first job was as a singer and later as an actor. 65,438+08 years old, successfully won his first car, BMW. Later, seven records sold over100000, which was called "the present". After unremitting efforts, I bought my first chariot, Ferrari, and won the third place in the first race. After that, he participated in the world international A-class cross-country race, becoming the first driver in Taiwan Province Province to participate in the top international race. He was the first paid professional racer in Taiwan Province Province, and was awarded the White House Medal of Honor by Bush the following year. In 2008, Xinfei Pan-Pearl River Delta Super Racing Festival won the first and second rounds in spring and the first and second rounds in summer. He has been advancing for his dream and won so many amazing awards.

Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, donated RMB 6,543,800+(the artist with the largest donation in Taiwan Province Province), volunteered in the disaster area (Taiwan Province Province was the first artist to go to the disaster area), adopted two earthquake orphans, and donated all the money for the test drive in Zhuhai in June 2008 to the disaster area and donated the championship trophy for charity sale.

This is Ying Fan's great Jimmy Lin. Jimmy Lin is a true dreamer. He not only realizes his dreams, but also helps others to realize their dreams. Maybe it's not just worship.

Everyone has his own idol, who will help you blow away the fog and point out the direction when you are confused. Who is your idol? My idol is my sister.

She has a round face, bright eyes and pink-rimmed glasses, and her bright black hair makes her more beautiful.

When she was a senior in high school, her favorite variety show and I were on the air. Every time I watch it with relish, the voice reaches her room, regardless. Once, I went in to deliver water and found her sitting there motionless, unaffected by the sound at all, still reciting English words. I was surprised and thought: My sister is so self-disciplined, I learned self-discipline from her that day.

In the fourth grade, memorizing words was my biggest headache. I was either too lazy to recite words or attracted by pictures, so I asked her. She said: "The most important thing in learning is self-discipline and diligence. If you can't do it, you can only force it. " After listening to these words, I remembered the little note in her pants when I was in the third year of high school, the little notebook she wrote in her father's car, her white hands full of words, the stomachache but I had to finish class, and I was still reading loudly that night, the sister who hurried back to the classroom after eating a few mouthfuls, and the sister who could renovate the book in a few days.

My sister guides my life. Isn't this the standard of an idol? Doesn't my sister deserve to be my idol?

My Idol Award-winning Composition 5 Everyone has his own idol, and everyone's idol is all kinds: maybe a singer, maybe an actor, maybe a dance star. However, my idol is a little different. She is my mother. My mother is a very ordinary person. She is like a drop of dew on the grass in the morning, never attracting attention. She worked in her post with trepidation. After a hard day's work, I came home, not only without rest, but also pretending to be relaxed and cooking and doing housework for us. She is always so obscure, conscientious and without complaint.

I always thought my mother did the right thing, so I got used to it. After dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework and my father went back to work. Only my mother cleared the table and sweat ran down her face. Scenes like this happen every day, just like the manuscript taken out of the copier, which makes people feel the same. I turned a blind eye to my mother's hard work for her family and me. Instead of helping her, I often scold her. Mother has no complaints and no conscience. For her family and me, she gave without reservation, just like white clouds dotted the blue sky, never ending. In retrospect, it's a pity. I am also a member of this family. My mom shouldn't be the only one paying the bill. I should also learn from her spirit and do something within my power for this family.

When the dew of grass meets the bright sunshine, it is no longer a forgotten corner, but becomes the focus of attention. Just like my mother, I have a deep admiration for her, as well as an unspeakable admiration.

In the eyes of ordinary people, idols should be sages like Confucius and Laozi or celebrities like a singer and writer! But my idol is different: she has short hair and big eyes with red borders, and there is always a sense of mystery, which is so desirable. She is the representative of Chinese class in our class-Di Qianru.

Her academic performance is very good, and she always works out the exercises in math class first. I remember once in math class, the teacher gave us a special question on the blackboard. The students frowned and thought hard. Only she glanced at the questions on the blackboard, picked up the pen and waved it on the paper, making a rustling sound. While other students are still trying to solve this problem, she has raised her hand high. The teacher told her to get up, and she spoke out the answer confidently. Sometimes she will sit down and listen carefully to other people's ideas to solve problems, even if she makes a mistake.

She also has a smooth mouth. In Chinese class, she always previews carefully before class and learns as much as possible about the author's various materials. Every time in class, she always shines in class. Because she has made full preparations before class, she can always answer the teacher's questions clearly and methodically.

Although she is rigorous and serious in her studies, there is no room for any omissions. However, during the break, when she played with her classmates, she was heartless and crowded together with them, playing in a dark place, completely without the seriousness and seriousness in class, just like a different person.

She is simply a two-faced person. She looks like one in class and another after class, which is really confusing. Being the first in all subjects is every student's dream, but only she has realized it. All along, she has maintained the top five results.

This is my idol. In order to keep up with her, I will definitely redouble my efforts!

My idol is a group, they all come from a variety show "Idol Trainee".

To tell the truth, I didn't know about this program at first, and even their existence was learned through my classmates. They have an organization called 9%.

At first, I didn't particularly like them. I just think that they have high value and strong ability, and they are slowly beginning to like them. Later, I got deeper and deeper, and now I can't live without them.

I began to collect their pictures, videos, buy postcards, bookmarks and all kinds of supporting items. I spent a lot of money on it, but I never regretted it, because they brought me the brightest light in my life.

Why do you say that? Because there was a period of great pressure, mental and physical, which made me breathless. Only when I face my idol will I get better gradually. I don't know when my mouth will rise with them, and whenever I see them crying, my heart will struggle with them. When I heard a classmate poking fun at them, I was inexplicably angry, but everyone held back. I can understand why they unconsciously make fun of my idol. Because they can't see the efforts of others, they don't understand the madness of our groupies, and they don't understand our minds. I sometimes hate them, thinking that I just said a few words casually, but I didn't know that I had deeply hurt our hearts. The boy we silently guarded behind our backs was teased by them at will. Who can hold back? We just don't want to care too much. Originally, idolization was a very tiring thing, and we were unable to argue, so we were very tired.

I only hope that one day everyone can understand our hearts.

However, I will never put my heart down for my idol. I will always stick to it, and I will protect them with other fans!

I will always remember that slogan.

In the storm, the big factory is waiting for you!