Walking on the streets of the city, there are many tall buildings and flashing lights. The shop window was decorated with clothes popular in the four seasons. The crowd is like ants, and strange faces pass by. The city is marching in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, but the affinity and trust of life and the blending with nature are gradually drifting away.
Living in a house of young crops and red bricks, I thought this was my world and my paradise. Carefree, happy to grow up in this rainless sky.
Off the flower season, ushered in the rainy season, I also embarked on a journey of studying in different places. Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowd and the endless stream of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant.
Sometimes, when the storm breaks during the day, the thick night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the falling night outside the window, getting stronger and stronger. I don't want to turn on the light, but just sit quietly in loneliness. I am eager for the barking of dogs in distant villages, the croaking of frogs in ponds and the chirping of crickets. They swing from the horizon and faintly lift my thoughts in my heart valley. The hometown I miss day and night is getting closer, richer and clearer.
The village is very small, but it is so lively and interesting because of the water plants, houses, cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, simple and hearty villagers, and children who can tie birdcages to catch slugs. Therefore, it has become an unforgettable memory in my life.
Running around in high and low villages without knocking on other people's doors. Although each house is similar, it is still clearly distinguished by us because of some differences.
The morning glory of this family is covered with sticks, and the red pepper of that family is hung on the eaves. Every small garden is in good order, all kinds of vegetables are cultivated in ridges, vines are rising, and small flowers are blooming.
Full of green, a small garden, originally overflowed with the true taste and hope of life.
2. There is true love in the world. There are true feelings everywhere in the world-homesickness is still there.
In a busy and meaningless sigh, days slip gently from the sleeves of the ears. Walking on the streets of the city, there are many tall buildings and flashing lights. The shop window was decorated with clothes popular in the four seasons. The crowd is like ants, and strange faces pass by. The city is marching in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, but the affinity and trust of life and the blending with nature are gradually drifting away.
Living in a house of young crops and red bricks, I thought this was my world and my paradise. Carefree, happy to grow up in this rainless sky. Off the flower season, ushered in the rainy season, I also embarked on a journey of studying in different places. Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowd and the endless stream of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant. Sometimes, when the storm breaks during the day, the thick night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the falling night outside the window, getting stronger and stronger. I don't want to turn on the light, but just sit quietly in loneliness. I am eager for the barking of dogs in distant villages, the croaking of frogs in ponds and the chirping of crickets. They swing from the horizon and faintly lift my thoughts in my heart valley. The hometown I miss day and night is getting closer, richer and clearer.
The village is small, but it is so lively and interesting because of the water plants, houses, cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, simple and hearty villagers, children who can tie birdcages and catch slugs. Therefore, it has become an unforgettable memory in my life. Running around in high and low villages without knocking on other people's doors. Although each house is similar, it is still clearly distinguished by us because of some differences. The morning glory of this family is covered with sticks, and the red pepper of that family is hung on the eaves. Every small garden is in good order, all kinds of vegetables are cultivated in ridges, vines are rising, and small flowers are blooming. Full of green, a small garden, originally overflowed with the true taste and hope of life.
3. Outline of Human True Love (400 words) "You come, he comes, and everyone comes together ..." Whenever this touching song reaches my ears, an unforgettable thing will emerge in front of my eyes. ...
Last year was early summer. One day, a strong wind with dense raindrops made it difficult to look up. I came out of the Children's Palace, cursing the damn weather in my heart, and suddenly I heard a metal collision. I heard that a bicycle in front of the window of People's Shopping Mall was blown down by the wind, overwhelming a large row, about 30 cars.
Just then, an old man turned and put his umbrella aside and lifted a bicycle that fell at his feet. Seeing this scene, I quickly stepped forward to help the car with my grandfather.
Helping the car is not an easy task. Some cars are big and heavy. The leading tracks of several cars were inserted together, and some of them staggered and fell down as soon as they were righted.
Some passers-by saw it and threw themselves into the work of helping the car. One person, two people ... middle-aged, young, and childlike children like me. Their hair is wet, and the rain runs down their cheeks, blurring their eyes and wetting their clothes, so they don't care to wipe them; The umbrella put aside was blown over by the wind, and they were too lazy to pick it up, so a group of strangers gathered together. In a short time, more than 30 bicycles stood neatly in a row. There seems to be a little less wind and rain. When people picked up their umbrellas to leave, the owner of the last car came. He looked at the car he had just lifted and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you!" " " ……
Meeting is so hasty, parting is silent, although we don't know each other, but an emotion drives us together.
Isn't it the best proof? In this case, anyone who doesn't think Lei Feng's spirit is out of date will do so, although we don't know him.
4. Write a short essay on the topic of human true feelings, about 300 words. There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which I happened to meet today!
It was very hot, so my friends and I went to buy popsicles. We walked to the store, but it was crowded with people. My friend and I were just about to join the team when the old man in the shop stopped us and signaled us to go in without queuing.
Those adults also got out of the way and let us walk in. I thought at that time: the world is full of true feelings! When everyone picked out the popsicles they wanted, the classmate in charge of money screamed, "Where did my money go?" ? Why is there a big hole in your pants? "
The shopkeeper looked us straight in the eye, obviously full of trust and concern. The boss pondered for a moment and said to us, "Never mind, children, take it and eat it!" " I don't want to ask who stole the children's money, just ... don't arrest me! "
There was a commotion among the adults, and they all sympathized with us. Finally, they decided that everyone would donate one yuan to us.
Watching adults donate money, our eyes are filled with tears of happiness. There are true feelings everywhere in the world. When my friend and I came home with money, we suddenly found a stolen wallet and a note inside. The note said: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, forgive …
Our eyes are full of tears again. Yes, the true feelings in the world make our world full of beauty and love. ...
5. How to outline the composition with the theme of true feelings around the world? Sometimes I feel sorry for my indifference, but suddenly I feel too busy to gossip with others as usual, and it is better to spend a whole hour choosing which coat.
I feel very tired every day, so many things have not been done, so many work items have not been completed, and I have begun to lose interest in such things as spending energy to maintain interpersonal communication.
In this way, slowly, he became a person.
A person goes to work after work, a person goes out to talk about cooperation, a person goes to a bookstore, a person goes to a cafe, and a person goes to see a minority movie.
I often receive messages. You are always alone. Aren't you afraid of loneliness?
I'm scared. Why not? But what can I do?
It seems that we are all used to coming and going in loneliness, but we have completely lost any courage to resist.
6. I won't write a composition (400 words) about human true feelings word by word. Let's make an outline.
At the beginning, I introduced the topic, saying that although people are indifferent now, there is still truth, so it is best to quote a famous saying or something.
Then the next paragraph goes on to say that the true feeling of this world is something we can feel all the time. For example, let's take Yue as an example. Although many people are indifferent, we finally see the true feelings of the world, and donating money to treat diseases is also true feelings.
These two paragraphs are nearly 300 words.
Then I will express my opinion. I can often feel the true feelings of this world, such as the mutual help of neighbors and the love of teachers for students ... it's hard to talk about it. ...
Finally, to sum up, the true feelings in the world are very beautiful. . . . Let's convey our true feelings. . . . .
7. Write the true feelings of the world. There are true feelings everywhere in the world.
True feelings are not mysterious, they are all around us, in the big family of society. Let each of us give a little love and make this world a beautiful world full of love.
On Saturday morning, on a cloudy day, the north wind roared and leaves flew around like crazy butterflies. It's so cold that people are shaking.
I shrink my neck and go to breakfast with my father. Just as we were sitting down to eat, we suddenly saw a figure coming. Turned out to be a disabled person. He was in rags and his face was black and dirty, as if he had just come out of the garbage dump.
He went to the 1 table and wanted to beg for something to eat. Unexpectedly, instead of giving it to him, the man shouted in a rude voice, "get out of here!" " . The man walked away sadly, and he went to table 2 and table 3 again. They either said they didn't have enough to eat or drove him away.
When he came to our table, a stench came to our nostrils. "Good man, give me something to eat!" His voice is weak. It is obvious that he has not eaten for several days.
I wanted him to go away. Without saying anything, my father stuffed some buns and a cup of hot soybean milk into his hand. He stayed for a moment, his muddy eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to put the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth, munching on it, and his mouth gave out vague thanks. He thanked for a long time before he was willing to leave.
I asked my father why he gave him food. Father said seriously: "Disability is very difficult. It's unfortunate that he is disabled. Shouldn't we help him? " After listening to my father's words, I nodded to myself, speechless, but my heart felt warm. After breakfast, my father and I were on our way home. The north wind was still blowing, but I didn't feel cold at all. I kept humming to myself: "Ah, as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world."