The person I respect most composes music 1 He is a generation of big coffee, and his songs have touched thousands of people in Qian Qian. He is the person I respect most-Joker Xue.
Joker Xue, who made her debut with Fire of Snow, many people think that Joker Xue can be so popular. Is it easy to release this song? Then I'm here to tell you that's not the case. At that time, Joker Xue took the manuscript of this song and his agent, and searched all the local companies that invested in this song, but they were all driven out. At that time, his living expenses were almost the same, but at this time, his good brother also met with difficulties and asked Joker Xue for help, but Joker Xue did not refuse, so he gave his good brother a sum of money without saying anything. What a feeling! Black powder, I want to ask you, who else can help my brother without asking for anything in return when he is on the verge of bankruptcy? You have no idea how good he is. You just blindly condemn his shortcomings. I told you that Joker Xue had shortcomings, but I didn't see any shortcomings you mentioned. Did those people see them?
Joker Xue, you are the brightest star among the stars and the hardest stone in the mountains. Although the stone can't shine, you have inspired thousands of people to shine the brightest light, but you are not a stone, but gold, which gives me strength.
Here, I want to ask some people, do you have to spend a lot of money to go to the concert of Love Bean? However, Joker Xue did not charge for concert tickets. I still remember him saying, "think about it, if my fans are college students, the living expenses are so small." I have to set an expensive fee for concert tickets. Wow, I can't do it. " Joker Xue, he is not handsome, like Prince Charming or something, but in my eyes, he is the Prince Charming of our fans.
Joker Xue! Your throat was kissed by an angel, and your song came into my heart silently. You can be said to be affectionate to the extreme on the stage. You completely lost your idol burden on the stage. Give us a laugh, thank you!
Do you know that?/You know what? Every time I shed tears for you, it's not because what you said to us fans is so touching, nor because your songs are so beautiful, but because your words and deeds, as well as your quality and spirit touched me, which is why I admire you.
I respect most people. There are many people I respect, including teachers, fathers and mothers ... among them, I respect most the old people who collect rags in our community.
Grandpa is nearly seventy years old, with gray hair, but his thin face and two eyes look great. He is wearing a shabby blue shirt and his trousers have faded. Grandpa comes to our community to pick up garbage every morning and afternoon. Sometimes, I think: why does this old man pick up garbage when he is so old? No children? Still have children, but don't raise him?
One morning, from the balcony, I saw the old man carrying a snakeskin bag again. I searched very carefully and put some waste paper, old plastic, rags and used plastic cups and bowls together in time and stuffed them into the snakeskin bag. Turn it over and stuff it in. Suddenly, grandpa put down the clip and picked up a small piece of paper from the garbage. He looked at it, then looked up and looked around. There's nobody there. Facing the morning sunshine, this time I clearly saw that the old man was holding a brand-new but dirty RMB 100. Grandpa carefully wiped the dirt off the money with his sleeve, folded the money, held it tightly in his hand, lifted the snakeskin bag and left without looking back. He came to the security room and said to the security guard, "comrade security, have you lost any money?" "No." The security guard answered simply. Grandpa asked so many people in a row. But everyone's answer is no. Grandpa looks disappointed. He returned to the security room again and said to the security guard; "Security comrades, please use the horn in the community to ask if anyone in the community has lost money. Grandpa had no choice but to put the money in the love box at the gate of the community.
Although the old man who collects rags is poor, I admire his spirit of collecting money.
My most respected person composition 3 My most respected person, guess who it is, this person is my mother.
For my mother, of medium height, round face, big eyes and wearing a pair of glasses, like a scholar. In my mind, my mother is the most beautiful and the person I respect most. Why is my mother the person I respect most? Because my mother's method of educating and tutoring me is very special, which makes me easy to accept. You may want to know what the method is. Let me introduce you to one!
I remember once, I accidentally fell down and it hurt. I cried in the same place for a long time. When I stopped with all my strength, my mother came slowly. First, she asked me if it still hurts. I ignored her. Knowing that I like listening to stories best, she told me a short story: "Once upon a time, a man accidentally fell from the second floor and fell on a branch. This man broke his scalp and feet, but instead of crying, he immediately went to the infirmary to dress it. " Is it worth crying so badly for such a small injury? "After listening to my mother, I began to understand that the reason why my mother ignored me just now was to make myself strong.
Now, whenever I encounter setbacks, I will think of what my mother told me. This little story, I won't cry, but I will be firm. I know that I am a man and I must be strong. It is such a short story that makes me understand the profound truth and benefit me for life. This is a very convincing mother and I respect her very much.
My most respected person composition 4 A pair of calloused hands, a weather-beaten face and a familiar figure, this is my mother, and this is the person I respect most. My mother is a skilled peasant woman. She supports a happy and warm family with smart and hardworking hands. As time went on, my mother's white hands were covered with cracks and even yellow calluses grew. As long as I can remember, every morning when I open my dim eyes, there will always be something delicious on the table. When I walk into the garden, I always see lush vegetables.
I know this is the reward of my mother's hard work. When I was in tears, my mother always gently wiped the tears from my face with warm hands. I know that is my mother's selfless love for me. Of course, my mother's hand gave me warmth, and my mother's face was the source of my strength and gave me a strong backing. No matter how hard and tired the work is, every time my mother comes home, I see a faint smile on her mouth. I've never seen her exhausted. Maybe my mother wants to hide all unhappiness with a smile, or maybe she told me to treat all unhappiness with a smile. Occasionally, when I carefully observe my mother's face, I find that Zhang Xiuqing's face has already been engraved with deep wrinkles and crow's feet around her eyes, while her once shiny black hair has obviously increased a lot of white hair. Only then did we know that mother was old, that weather-beaten face was old for us, and white hair added luster to us. Although my mother always said that people will get old when they get old, and white hair will always exist, I know these words are self-comfort and comfort to me. I remember that rebellious age, I failed the exam and went home with my report card. I rushed into the room with a depressed expression and slammed the door and cried.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard the door opening and light footsteps. My mother came up to me and said to me with a big smile, "It doesn't matter, as long as you work hard." I found my confidence from my mother's words and smiles. This is the person I respect most, a peasant woman who has worked hard for her children for most of her life and lost her youthful appearance. This is the mother who gave me warmth and confidence.
There are many people I respect, and the one I respect the most belongs to my grandmother. Grandma is 62 years old, with wrinkled face, rough hands, sunken eyes and half-white hair. Grandma looks very kind and smiles very kind. Although grandma is over sixty, she has been serving my great-grandmother who is nearly ninety years old.
Grandma almost lost her ability to take care of herself because of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage ten years ago. However, after years of careful nursing, grandma's body gradually improved, not only her mental state was much better, but she was also able to walk in the fields.
I remember once, I went to my grandmother's house to play. As soon as I entered the room, I smelled an unpleasant smell. When I walked in, I found that my grandmother was taking a shit on me. Grandma is changing clothes. Grandma was so serious that I didn't even notice when I entered the room. I cried, "Grandma!" Grandma looked back at me and said, "When did you come? Let's stay outside for a while! " "Say, continue to do what you are doing. Grandma is still so kind when she speaks.
"Grandma's pants are dirty and smelly. Don't wash them. Throw them away! " I suggested. Grandma was a little unhappy and said, "Changing clothes is a common thing. Do you have to throw it away every time? " ? Filial piety is what every child should do, and you should also be filial to your parents in the future. "I listened to, some embarrassed to nod.
On the way home, I thought: I also want to learn from my grandma and be as filial to my elders as grandma is to grandma. Be the most filial boy.
The person I respect most is my head teacher, Miss Chen. He is over forty, but he looks very young. Her bright smile and kind gesture filled me with enthusiasm for learning.
Teacher Chen cultivates us with interest. As soon as he saw our listlessness, he told a humorous joke, which amused the whole class. However, Teacher Chen's requirements are also very strict.
Once, the teacher saw that I was holding the pen in the wrong posture and said, "If you hold the pen in the wrong posture, you can't write well." So, she taught me to write with a pen and taught me many methods. Since then, my posture of holding a pen has changed. On another occasion, the teacher said to us, "Your composition is very pessimistic. It seems that I will give you an outline." We all agreed, so the teacher spoke with relish. Teach us how to write people, how to write landscapes, how to write things, and teach us many methods. With the progress, our composition is getting better and better day by day. I secretly asked the teacher, "Teacher Chen, how come you have so much experience?" The teacher replied, "Because I started teaching at the age of 16, and I have been teaching for more than 30 years, I have accumulated so much experience through my own efforts, found out the attitude of each child and taught them in different ways."
I think: We are all lucky to have such an experienced and good teacher to teach us Chinese. I will definitely be admitted to a key university in the future to repay my motherland, society and my most respected teacher.
My most respected person composition 7 A pair of calloused hands, a weather-beaten face, a vicissitudes and familiar back, this is my mother, and this is the person I respect most. Mother is a clever peasant woman. She propped up a happy and warm family for us with smart and hardworking hands. The passage of time made the mother's white and tender hands full of cracks, and even grew pieces of yellow calluses. As long as I can remember, every morning when I open my dim eyes, there is always delicious food on the table. When you walk into the vegetable garden, you always see lush vegetables. I know, that's the reward of my mother's hard work with her hands. When I was in tears, my mother always gently wiped the tears from my face with warm hands. I know, that's my mother's selfless love for me. My mother's hand certainly gives me warmth, and my mother's face is the source of my strength and gives me a strong backing. No matter how hard and tired the work is, every time my mother comes home, I can always see a little smile rippling around my mouth, and I have never seen her physically and mentally exhausted. Perhaps, my mother wants to cover up all unhappiness with a smile, or ask me to treat all misfortunes with a smile. Occasionally, when I look at my mother's face closely, I find that Zhang Xiuqing's face has already been deeply wrinkled by ruthless years, and crow's feet have increased, and the once shiny black hair has obviously increased a lot of white hair. I just know that my mother is old, that weather-beaten face is old for us, and white hair is added for us. Although my mother always said that "when people get old, they will get old and have gray hair", I know these words are self-consolation and comfort to me. I remember that rebellious age, once I failed the exam and went home with my report card. I rushed to the room with a depressed expression, slammed the door, and then I burst into tears.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard a soft door opening and footsteps. My mother came up to me and said to me with a big smile, "It doesn't matter, just work hard." I found my confidence from my mother's words and smiles. This is the person I respect most, a peasant woman who has worked hard for her children for most of her life and lost her youthful appearance. This is the mother who gave me warmth and confidence.
I am a boy born after 00. Everyone knows that children in the new century are spoiled by their parents, but I am not.
My parents are very strict and make me recite English every day. My mind is full of knowledge now, so I often don't concentrate in class. Although I often miss classes, I still attend the plenary session. I don't know why the teacher lectures above, but I do my homework below. When the teacher talks about me, I do my homework after class
And all this credit is due to my father. Although he is not as good as my mother, he tells me as much truth as my mother every day.
I read books after supper every day when I come home from school. Reading comics occasionally makes you passionate. Just say today. I lay in bed reading comic books leisurely and eating them with relish. Suddenly, you took my comic book with a loud roar. I had to pick up the Chinese book and read it unconvinced. Then you told me how to study hard and get ahead, and that I dress like a playboy every day, and that if it weren't for my parents, you wouldn't even be a thing. I refuted this sentence, "Didn't you let your parents support you when you were a child?" Dad suddenly got excited: "I never asked my family for a penny when I was a child 12 years old." I ask your grandmother every day, don't believe it. " I was speechless at once.
Only through this incident did I know that it was not easy for my parents, so I respected my father very much. I hope everyone can talk to their parents more and spend more time with them so that they don't worry.
From kindergarten to now, there are many teachers who have taught me. One of them I admire and respect most is Mr. Sheng, who has taught me primary school for five years.
I remember one time, there was a sudden power outage, just as Teacher Sheng was on duty, and there was no bell after class. Teacher Sheng had to shout for class in her loud voice. In the end, Mr. rope was hoarse and couldn't say anything. Mr. Kesheng still insisted on giving us lessons and didn't miss a class.
The next day, Mr. Sheng came to teach us again. She walked into the classroom in no hurry. As usual, after visiting all the students, she opened her textbooks and gave a serious lecture. I found the teacher looking tired. Needless to say, the teacher must have stayed up late to prepare lessons and correct homework again last night. In class, the teacher endured a sore throat and tried to turn up the voice so that the students could hear clearly. However, her voice trailed off until she couldn't even speak. At this time, director Li of the teaching department came into the classroom and suggested that Mr. Sheng take a rest. But Mr. Sheng coughed a few times and said, "I won't go to rest until I finish these questions." Then he can't talk anymore. Although Director Li tried his best to persuade us, he gave us today's homework in a hoarse voice and reluctantly left the classroom.
The voice and figure of teachers' dedication to their posts are deeply engraved in my mind and printed in my heart. The noble quality and spirit of teachers deserve my respect and admiration. At the same time, I also understand the true meaning of this famous saying: "Spring silkworms must spin until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher, you are the cutest person in the world! Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people; You will never forget your kindness. Teacher, I will always remember you!
My most respected person composition 10 My most respected person is my helpful grandfather. Because his spirit taught me a lesson, on the one hand, let me know the truth of being a man and doing things, on the other hand, let my little heart sow the seeds of helping others. So I deeply admire and learn from my grandfather's example, and let my heart understand how important it is to help others.
He often helps others. He always has a smile on his face when he helps others. That smile is as warm as the morning sun and as bright as the fire tree and silver flower at night. Grandpa likes to plant exotic flowers and grasses on weekdays, so when he goes to his garden, he will always see butterflies dancing on it, bees busy collecting nectar and flowers thriving.
I remember that in the past, my family would go to see flowers together and enjoy family happiness. It was a clear sky in Wan Li and a cloudless day in Wan Li, which made me happier. Especially when we went to the place with flowers, grandpa began to tell stories. Those stories seem to make me sit on the time machine and return to his childhood. It was not until sunset that we reluctantly went back. I believe I will remember this beautiful and warm memory when I grow up.
One day in the hot sun, my grandfather and I went to the temple to worship Buddha and have dinner together, but when he was worshipping Buddha, he stood on the road sweating in the sun and worked very hard as a volunteer to maintain traffic. However, there are many believers who come from all over the world to pray for peace in the solemn and sacred Buddhist temple, which keeps my grandfather busy. Looking at his back made me feel distressed and suddenly realized that helping others is from the heart.
My grandfather is an ordinary and simple person with a very simple and sincere heart in his life. Even though he is old, he still helps others with the greatest enthusiasm and selflessness. Listening to his words and deeds made me understand how to help others, and it also made me feel happy and safe from the heart. I hope grandpa's spirit of helping others can be planted in my heart, and I hope that the seeds of this love tree can sprout and thrive with my growth. Thank you! My grandpa!
My most respected person composition 1 1 My most respected person is Mr. Qin, who is not only our math teacher, but also our Chinese teacher and head teacher.
Teacher Qin is a serious person. Please ask Mr Qin to teach us math. Teacher Qin is very strict when teaching us math! For example, I made a mistake at that time, and Teacher Qin asked me if you knew this question. I said yes. Teacher Qin said to me in a harsh voice, "Do your hands listen to your brain?" If you can't do such a small thing well, let alone other things. If you can't even do a small thing well, how can you do other things in the future! "I know that Mr. Qin is asking us to do things seriously and not be careless.
Teacher Qin teaches Chinese even more. When checking students' homework, you can see a punctuation mark and a radical error. Is Teacher Qin as picky as the Monkey King? I don't think so. It must be because Mr. Qin is very serious about his work and never lets go of any mistakes. He set an example for us. I must learn this serious attitude from Mr Qin.
Teacher Qin is also a very gentle person. One day, a classmate fell down. We picked him up and went to find Mr. Qin. At first, we thought that Teacher Qin would severely criticize us, but no, Teacher Qin comforted this classmate very gently. Ask her where it still hurts. Where are you hurt? And he gently touched his classmate's head with his hand. I feel just like my mother.
We are resident students and can only go home once a week. It's not mom and dad who spend the longest time with us, but our teacher Qin! Although Miss Qin is very strict with us, I know that Miss Qin is doing it for our own good.
Strict and gentle teacher Qin, she is the person I respect most.
My most respected person wrote 12 When I was a child, we learned two Lei Feng diaries. The short and helpful Lei Feng in the article left a deep impression on me. Later, when I saw Lei Feng, I felt that Lei Feng was a person I respected.
When Lei Feng was a child, his living conditions were not as good as ours. When he was seven years old, his parents died, but he got up early every day in the dark, herded cattle, farmed land and worked as a cattle and horse for the landlord, and finally made up the tuition.
Once, on my way to school. It was raining cats and dogs, and the river flooded a small wooden bridge, which was the only way for Lei Feng to go to school. In fact, the water is not deep, so he can just roll up his trouser legs and walk over. But what about other friends? Lei Feng took this into consideration. So he rolled up his trouser legs and carried his friends across the river one by one without saying anything.
Lei Feng is strict with himself and never wastes. Eat, just eat; Wear, mend, and mend clothes.
Lei Feng is strict with himself, but he is never stingy with others. Once, a comrade-in-arms' mother was ill, but she had no money to see a doctor, so Lei Feng saved 100 yuan from her daily food and clothing expenses and gave it to her. The mother of that comrade-in-arms refused to accept anything, saying that Lei Feng should stay and pay the living expenses. In order to make her accept it, Lei Feng had to lie to the mother of his comrade-in-arms and say, "Never mind, aunt, I still have enough living expenses here." In fact, Lei Feng himself has only a little money left. On another occasion, Lei Feng's troops organized a fund-raising activity for the mountainous area. The cashier went home after counting the money, and then counted the money the next day, but inexplicably found that it was too much 100 yuan ... There are countless things like this.
Lei Feng is still a person who values the collective. A bomb test, Lei Feng just passed. Although he was the only one who lost face in the exam, he was afraid of affecting the collective performance. So every night in the dead of night, I practice bombing alone, rain or shine. Several times, he was sent by the man on duty and told to go back to sleep, but the man on duty left and Lei Feng began to practice again. By the time of the exam, his grades had finally reached Excellence.
This is Lei Feng, and this is the person I respect!
My most respected person composition 13: a pair of scarlet thumbs, a fat mouth, a grave salary, a love for vendors, a shining temple, a neck and a wish.
Every morning, just before dawn, Mr. Chen came to the school to correct the students' homework and wrote a comment on each student. Looking at the comments written by Mr. Chen, we feel the teacher's hard work and efforts, and write homework more seriously.
Once in class, a classmate sitting in the last row suddenly said that his feet hurt. Teacher Chen hurried over and saw that there was pus on her classmates' feet. The teacher bandaged him like his own child, and at the same time called the parents to take the students to the hospital.
I see all this in my eyes and keep it in my heart.
During the self-study class, Mr. Chen was not idle. He comes to the classroom occasionally. If we don't understand, we can ask Mr. Chen, who won't tell you the answer directly. She will explain it to you bit by bit until you understand.
Another time, the teacher was talking beautifully about the text, but I was absent-minded, because I had a headache and it was getting more and more painful. The teacher seemed to find something wrong with me, came over and touched my forehead with his hand, and quickly sent me to the office to measure my temperature with my body temperature. Fortunately, I don't have a high fever. The teacher gave me water and took cold medicine. My heart is very warm!
This is my most respected teacher-Miss Chen.
My most respected person composition 14 "The most respected person in my family, the most respected person in my family ..." I mused and saw the old man at the garage door. On second thought, it's my oldest wife.
My wife is 93 years old. She spent her whole life in the countryside, but she was not sad about it. She has a good attitude and is always in high spirits at the sight of people. My wife has no special skills, but her spirit is worth learning.
One year during the Spring Festival, my family went to the countryside to visit my wife. The car walked very hard on the country road, and as soon as I got off the bus, I smelled a stench, which was completely different from the city. When I arrived, I saw my wife picking vegetables in the house, and her hands were blackened by the mud. I looked at my little hands and thought: Why are they all the same hands, so different? It is said that every time my wife rings the bell, she peels the beans, and dozens of pounds of beans are peeled by her old man without saying a word. My wife's hands were red with cold. I can still see my hands shaking in the cold wind, as if I can't lift them.
Another time I went to the countryside, my wife was eating. I took a naughty look into the bowl. Oh, my God, what is that, "porridge"? I guess by imagination, because I really can't see: there are some grains of rice floating on a bowl of soup, and the soup is a little white. My head sniffed forward, but I couldn't help it, as if I smelled mildew. I called my mother loudly and told her the "truth", but she said, "Don't worry about the children." It slowly occurred to me that my wife is the most thrifty in her life and is unwilling to throw anything away. She always says "you can eat, you can eat". When grandma threw away something, her wife's vicissitudes of life showed an expression of reluctance.
This may be the spirit of his wife's frugality and no complaints all her life.
My most respected person composition 15 Who made the city so beautiful and clean? Who makes every street so white without any pollution? Is a hardworking and willing cleaner.
Once, I was drinking milk and walking to Xinhua Bookstore. I finished drinking Gollum milk, and there was a trash can in front of me. Hehe, "How about just practicing my darts skills?" Raise your right hand and shoot at the target. "Wow" shot past, but I didn't expect my darts skills to be so bad that I didn't even touch the garbage can. I want to pick it up and shoot it again. I was just about to pick it up when, alas, I saw the garbage truck coming. Forget it. I stopped shooting and turned to go. I only heard a "click" sound, which was the sound of pliers crossing. I smell a bad smell. My curiosity came up, so I turned around and saw an aunt wearing orange clothes and an orange hat riding a garbage truck. The roadside said, "It is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment."
Yes, isn't the teacher always educating us to take care of the environment? But today, I am so uncivilized. When she leaned over to pick up the dirt I left behind, another boy on the roadside threw the cow and milk box at her. The remaining milk spilled all over her. At that time, I thought my aunt would be angry, but to my surprise, instead of being angry, she wiped off the milk on her body, picked up the milk box thrown on the ground, put all the garbage in her garbage truck, and rode away slowly, farther and farther, disappearing out of my sight.
I was ashamed at that time and thought, why do we all look down on her-the cleaner? The world has become so beautiful and clean because of them. I will never litter again. We should respect them.