Careful observation is the golden key to improve students' writing level. Only by careful observation can we find broken jade from the mineral deposits of life phenomena and grab the shining treasure from the mixed sediment. The following is an 800-word composition written by a writer in Grade Two. You are welcome to check it out.

There is an elderly scavenger in our village. He may be ordinary to us, but his optimism, positive spirit, hard work and persistence make me awe. It is thought-provoking to see his back still so clear.

The students' long-awaited winter vacation has arrived. Of course, no matter when, the old man will still wander around the garbage dump. I looked at him quietly at the window as usual, and he was still smiling.

Recalling his life experience, I don't know much; His parents abandoned him; When he grew up, his adoptive parents rejected him and stopped raising him. I was scolded and beaten at home, and I was scarred all over. When the village chief saw it, he was abused. At the age of eighteen, he finally escaped from this home. Because I haven't received any study and can't read, I came from society and ran into a wall everywhere. Without a job, he can only make a living by scavenging. It all came from my father.

I remember when I first met you as a child, I liked to call him "Sanwazi", but now I know that it is wrong to call him that. It turned out that for the sake of happiness, he kept screaming repeatedly, but he didn't feel angry at all. On the contrary, he smiled at us and we smiled at him. Every time we turn around, we will play like this. Over time, his back was deeply imprinted in my heart.

Hard work may be your sign. From morning till night, no matter whether there is garbage collection on the ground or not, he insists on walking on this road, not hoping that someone will pay attention to him, but taking it as his own responsibility. Whenever someone encounters difficulties, he will definitely come forward to help; When he doesn't need it, he smiles at people, and there is no loss on his face. At sunset, he hobbled to the "small room" with a snakeskin bag on his back. His back makes me feel a deep and complicated thinking.

Now, he is older. But I still come regularly, leaving the most beautiful back.

After getting over it, I still leaned against the window and quietly looked at his busy back. The unchangeable him and his unchangeable back, and the unchangeable memory!

In my spare time, when my mother and I were cleaning the room, my mother took out an album, gently wiped off the dust on the album, and then opened the album and read it intoxicated.

Curious, I lay on my mother's shoulder and watched black and white photos together. In the photo, my mother is wearing a student's head and her face is filled with a bright smile. ...

"Hey? This aunt is so strange! Who is she? " I pointed to an aunt in the photo and asked. "Oh, she was my best friend in middle school." "Then how did you become friends?" I couldn't help asking again.

"Ah, this classmate used to mix with people in society, and his academic performance was very bad. He even quarreled with teachers and class committees. That time, she didn't hand in her homework again, so she advised her a few words. Who knows, kindness is like the liver and lungs of a donkey. She didn't listen to my advice, but got back at me. She crept up to my seat and kicked my stool hard. As a result, I slipped and fell to the ground in embarrassment, looking at everyone with a red face, while she sat in her seat as if nothing had happened and looked proudly out of the window. " Mom said with a frown. "How can she be so unreasonable!" I am angry for my mother. "But in that case, how did you become friends?" I can't help but have a few big question marks in my mind.

At this time, my mother looked unhappy and said excitedly, "once, something happened to this classmate's family, and her parents were going to let her drop out of school and go home." I went to her house with several class committees. I saw her like a dead leaf, listlessly sitting in a chair processing carpets. Tears rolled in her eyes from time to time when she saw us. When I saw her, I immediately stepped forward and took her hand to find her father, persuading her father to let her go to school. Finally, her father finally agreed to let her go to school. In the later time, several class committees and I saw that she was in trouble and helped her: taking turns to make up lessons for her and often sending her some school supplies. Her academic performance not only came up, but also became good friends with us. "

"wow! Well done! You were really capable then! " I can't help screaming. "Ah, is caused by the special environment, unlike you pampered now. There is a down jacket when it is cold, air conditioning when it is hot, and the food every day is very nutritious ... ""Hey, mom is remembering that painful experience again. " I didn't wait for my mother to finish, so I said something in my mother's tone.

At sunset, my mother hugged me and smiled happily. ...

Standing on the river of years, watching the flowing water slide gently, watching the flowers fall, and watching the clouds sink in Yun Qi. Inadvertently, a petal slipped gently and fell into a calm sea of hearts, causing some ripples, and the heart curtain slowly opened.

In countless pairs of strange eyes, that coward is so calm and confident. But he is so poor and lonely that no one knows what he is thinking, but he always enjoys his lonely world alone in that dark and lonely corner. He wants to have many friends, but he can't trust anyone. I was afraid that someone like the original would be cheated. I went back to help that person get money, but he was so timid and lonely.

The most unexpected thing happened in class. I was once emphasized by the teacher in my class as a student who didn't like the group, didn't want to help and didn't want to think, and was later rated as an excellent student. Unexpectedly, he became an excellent student, but he has one shortcoming, that is, he has no friends.

But some people in the class look honest and dignified in front of the teacher, but in essence they are two-faced, not only lively, but also naughty, rebellious and naughty.

Maybe I've experienced more and seen more, so I don't care what others think of me anymore, because I know that everyone has their own opinions and everyone has their own evaluation of others. Different people have different comments. The level of others' evaluation of you lies in how good you are.

A's straw is B's treasure, but I think the most important thing is how you look at the problem. Your attitude will determine your future and everything in the future.

I think you should correct yourself when criticized by others, and learn to be tolerant and considerate when misunderstood by others, but don't complain, because I know that different people have different me in their hearts, but no one can hinder your point of view, even if I am different in others' eyes, I am still me.

In fact, we are all very small, but we are different together, just like a piece of tea in a teapot and some tea in a teapot. These are two different concepts. Tea is like me and the universe is like a pot. Although small, they are all unique. Because although every piece of tea tastes similar, every piece of tea has a unique experience and history.

Although there is no indifferent ambition of Zhuangzi, there is a leisurely attitude to experience life; Although there is no wild feeling of Su Shi, there are countless drops of warm sweat on the sports field. Although Tang Bohu's talent for writing poetry is inferior to others, he knows that it is accumulated through hard work.

Sometimes I really want to ask who I will be, but I am who I am, and there is no other person exactly like me. Then who am I?

Every time I stand on the balcony and look at the building in the second phase of the community, I will think of a worker who works in the second phase of the construction site-Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang is about thirty, and his life is very hard. When he came to Liuzhou from the countryside to find a job, he was hired to work in the second phase of our community. Look! How energetic his thick black hair looks! Square face, thick curved eyebrows and bright eyes. Under the eyes is a nose that doesn't stand up very well, and a glib mouth. Uncle Zhang wears very simple clothes and is clean every day. Give everyone a grin first, which makes people feel that he is very kind. At work, Uncle Zhang is also serious and responsible. He never complained about his food, clothing, housing and transportation on the construction site, but worked hard in his obscure job. Every day is his earliest and latest, but he never cares how much he pays. I admire uncle Zhang's serious and responsible attitude towards his work and like him very much.

I remember once, my mother went to the second-phase construction site to find Uncle Zhang and asked him to buy a garage buried water pipe for our family in the second phase. Uncle Zhang agreed without thinking, and immediately walked to my garage with his toolbox. But it's getting late now. My mother wants Uncle Zhang to bury the water pipe again tomorrow. But uncle Zhang refused to say anything, insisting on doing it now, saying that he was afraid of delaying our time tomorrow. Mother had no choice but to carry a fully charged charging lamp and come to my garage with Uncle Zhang. Under the dim charging lamp, Uncle Zhang began to bury the water pipe. He took a heavy hoe and knocked on the hard concrete floor again and again, trying to dig a hole. With the passage of time, the concrete floor gradually smashed a pit. But uncle Zhang is exhausted. Thin sweat oozed from his head, and his hands were covered with blood after a day's work, but he totally ignored it and still pounded hard. Finally, the hole is enough to bury the water pipe, and Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he took out the water pipe and buried it in the ground, and skillfully connected another pipe with the water pipe. Soon, many processes were completed. After uncle Zhang turned on the tap and showed it to his mother, he packed his toolbox and left. Mother asked Uncle Zhang to come to our house for dinner, but Uncle Zhang politely refused and left with his toolbox on his back. I looked at Uncle Zhang's fading back, and I felt a sense of admiration in my heart, and I liked Uncle Zhang more and more. Recently, Uncle Zhang was also rated as a "model worker" on the construction site!

Now, Uncle Zhang is famous in our community. As long as people mention Uncle Zhang, they will be amazed and say that he is a hard-working and helpful worker!

I have a happy family. There are my parents and my sister at home.

Look, my mother is on the left. I often talk back to my mother, but no matter what I say, my mother endures. In the middle is my lovely little sister, Du. Speaking of her, everyone loves to watch flowers bloom. She loves dancing and is the flower of her class! Of course it's my dad on the right.

My father is tall and has bright eyes. People say dad is slim, but I think dad is too slim. Dad is a teacher by profession, but he has many hobbies, such as playing basketball, watching news on the Internet, watching TV and playing table tennis.

Dad always watches several table tennis and volleyball matches in China. Even in the middle of the night, my father has to get up to cheer for the China team, and sometimes he looks as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I am almost a small fan. ...

Dad can not only repair all kinds of things, but also write a very ingenious composition.

Once, I rode my bike down the slope, and the car ran forward like the wind, reaching the limit of this bike. On the second slope, I wanted to be faster, so I stepped harder. Who knows, the chain came out of the sprocket teeth, which almost caused me to fall down, so I had to stop and install the chain. Not long after riding, the disappointing chain broke again. At this time, my father came up to me, looked at my sad face and asked me, "What's the matter?" I said hesitantly, "Dad, I ... I lost the chain of my car ..." Dad smiled and said, "Isn't it easy?" After that, I took out my pliers from the room, quickly took off a chain end, and then connected the chain, so that my bike could sit again. ...

Another time, I was writing my composition My Dog. I wrote the beginning and the process incisively and vividly, but there was no end. Seeing me scratching my head, my father knew that I had another problem, so he kindly said to me, "Another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the end and said, "I can't write the end." Dad said patiently, "This is my puppy." He paused. "This is my lovely dog. Do you like it? Both endings will do. " Dad helped me solve the problem and I finished my composition happily. ...

This is the person who impressed me deeply-dad.