Me and My Sunflower Sunflowers are my favorite plant. Its tall and straight posture and golden petals were like small suns. I planted the sunflower seeds myself and went to see it every day with anticipation. When the seed broke out of the ground, the tender green bud was full of vitality, as if announcing its arrival to the world. I carefully watered and fertilized it, watching it grow little by little. Sunflowers always faced the sun, full of hope and vitality. When I'm down, it's like seeing hope. It swayed gently in the wind, as if encouraging me to be as positive as it. With its company, I learned to face the difficulties in life with optimism. My sunflower and I are like a pair of intimate partners. It taught me a lot in silent language. I also gained growth and happiness in the process of taking good care of it. Read more exciting novels for free
Sunflowers were a plant that made people respect them. It had a brilliant golden color, the color of the sun and yellow earth. Sunflowers bloomed towards the sun, a symbol of courage and strength, full of passion and high spirits. Its flower head was like a smiling doll, optimistic and confident, pursuing the light. It was rooted in the ground, its stem straight and solid. Not only were the flowers for people to admire, but the melon seeds were also edible and had practical value. It was loyal to the sun, rising in the day and holding fast to its faith at night. It did not choose the soil, but it still thrived in the harsh environment. It silently contributed, did not play to the gallery, and humbly bowed its head when it harvested. It was really worthy of praise. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Tenderness What was gentleness? It was like a breeze in spring, gently brushing across the face without a trace of coldness. It was also like the moonlight in summer night, quietly sprinkling on the shoulders, full of tranquility and peace. It was more like the dewdrops in autumn, silently embellishing the grass tips, emitting crystal clear beauty. It was also like the warm sun after the winter snow, slowly warming the earth and transmitting endless kindness. I once met tenderness on the streets. It was a drizzling evening, and the streets were a little slippery from the rain. I saw a young mother holding an umbrella with her young child beside her. The child stopped in front of a small puddle, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness. The mother didn't tell her child to leave. Instead, she smiled and handed the umbrella to her child. Then, she squatted down, picked up her child, and gently jumped into the puddle. The child laughed excitedly. His laughter was as clear as silver bells in the rain. The mother's face was also filled with a gentle smile. That smile was full of tolerance and care for the child's innocence. There was also a gentle presence in the school. My form teacher is a very gentle person. Once I failed an exam and was in the dumps. The teacher called me to the office. Instead of criticizing me, she patted me on the shoulder. There was no reproach in her eyes, only concern and encouragement. She patiently helped me analyze the wrong questions and used gentle words to tell me that failure was the mother of success. As long as I worked hard, I would definitely improve. Under her gentle guidance, I regained my confidence and began to study hard. The gentleness still existed between strangers. On the crowded bus, an old man got on the bus shakily. There were no more empty seats in the car. A young man stood up without hesitation and helped the old man to his seat. The old man thanked the young man gratefully. The young man just smiled and said," It's nothing. Just sit tight." The gentleness in her smile was like sunlight illuminating the small carriage. Tenderness was like pearls scattered in the world. They were either the tolerance of family, the comfort of friendship, or the kindness between strangers. These gentle moments were woven into the most beautiful picture of life, allowing us to feel endless warmth and love in this world. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Here are some examples of essays of around 300 words: ** My After-School Life ** My life after school is very rich. Ping-pong, shuttlecock, piano, drawing, computer games, etc. are all things I do after school, and ping-pong is my favorite. One Friday night at the table tennis training center, I played against Coco Liao. We were both experienced players. I sent a chop and she returned it. When I spiked the ball, it went out of bounds. Then I was a little nervous because of this mistake and lost a few points. But I took a deep breath and thought of Zhang Yining's calmness when she lost the point. I remembered the key points of playing: quick reaction, fast footwork, and fast hitting speed. So I gave him a topspin serve and got a point back. I won the next few rounds and finally won this game. Playing table tennis made me understand that not only must you study hard to play well, but you also need a good psychological quality. Only with firm confidence can you use your skills to win. ** The Changing Teacher ** Our Teacher Cui is very special. He had an oval-shaped face, small eyes, and ears like gold ingots. He often wore black pants and sometimes a beige suit. Teacher Cui's personality was changeable. Sometimes she was outgoing and cheerful. She told us everything. She was very serious in class, but during the break, she played games with us like a big brother. He loved us very much. Once, when I went to school early, I fell down while playing with my classmates. My leg was bleeding. Teacher Cui immediately called my mother after seeing it and said that she was also responsible for it, so she followed us to the hospital. Teacher Cui was also very strict. For example, when he noticed Wang Cong kneeling on the stool during his lecture, he immediately glared at him and stopped him. From then on, Wang Cong was no longer naughty. Teacher Cui was humorous and strict, outgoing and cheerful, kind and serious. Everyone liked him very much.
The 600-word essay had different writing methods and expressions under different topics. If it was a 600-word essay on the theme of happiness, it could be written around the embodiment of happiness in daily life. For example, happiness was the clothes that were draped over one's body when one was sleepy, the steaming food after pushing the door open, the reluctance to wave when one left, etc. These ordinary family life scenes contained happiness everywhere. If he were to write a 600-word essay on the theme of the sea, he could describe the scenery of the sea, the activities at the seaside, and the insights he gained from the sea. For example, he could describe the magnificent sea, the flight of seagulls over the sea, the scenes of fishermen fishing, and even some small knowledge about why ships did not sink. There was also a 600-word essay about characters, which could start from the appearance, personality, behavior, and deeds of the characters. The essay about memorization needed to clearly express the cause, process, and result of the matter. The essay about scenery focused on the description of the scenery. The essay about objects focused on the description of the characteristics of the objects. The essay about discussion needed to be clear and justified. Different types of 600-word essays had their own main points and writing skills. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
The following is an 800-word essay titled "Them": "Them" In every corner of the city, there was such a group of people. They were ordinary and unique. They silently wrote the chapter of life in their posts. They might not be eye-catching, but they constituted an indispensable part of the city. Early in the morning, before the first ray of sunlight could completely penetrate the morning fog, the cleaners had already begun their day's work. They wore eye-catching work clothes and held brooms and dustpans in their hands. They carefully cleaned every fallen leaf and every piece of trash on the street. No matter the cold or the heat, rain or shine. Those rough hands were the marks left behind by time and labor. They didn't say much and just focused on the road in front of them, turning the mess into tidiness so that the city could welcome a new day with a clean face. There was a simple persistence in them. It was their responsibility for their work and their love for the city. On the construction site, the busy figures of the construction workers were like jumping notes. They wore hard hats and had dark skin. They carried heavy objects under the scorching sun and built steel frames in the sky. Their sweat dripped onto the ground, watering the skyscrapers. They left their homes and came to unfamiliar cities to create a better life with their own hands and contribute to the development of the city. They lived in simple work sheds and ate simple meals, but they had hope for the future. Their strength gathered and supported the city's skyline. The bus driver was also an important " they " in this city. Every day, they sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel, welcoming batches of passengers. They were always smiling and patiently waiting for the elderly and children to get on the bus, reminding passengers to pay attention to safety. They spent long working hours in a small space, but they always maintained a high level of concentration to ensure the safety of every trip. The small bridge was their stage. They drove the passengers to their destination steadily. Although these " people " came from different industries and had different backgrounds, they all had the same characteristics. They were ordinary but great, silently contributing, using their own efforts and sweat to live and struggle in the city. They were the foundation of the city and the backbone of society. They might not have achieved anything amazing, but they used their persistence day after day to interpret the meaning and value of life. We should respect them because they are also the masters of the city. Their contributions make our lives better. The story of one person and a group of people is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
My Father My father was an ordinary and great man. He was tall and had a tanned face. Time had carved deep marks on his face, which was a testimony to his hard work. When he was young, his father was always busy. Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight completely lit up the room, he would already get up and prepare to go to the fields to work. He bent over and worked hard in the fields. His rough hands held the farm tools tightly and turned the land over and over again. He took care of the crops as if he were his own children. At that time, I felt that my father's back was so tall that he seemed to be able to support our entire family. Once, I went to the market with my father. The market was bustling with people coming and going. I excitedly shuttled through the crowd, my eyes fixed on the dazzling array of gadgets. Suddenly, I was attracted by a small stall selling candy. I stood there and refused to leave. My father saw me and smiled. Then he took out some crumpled money from his pocket and bought me a sugar figurine. I happily took the sugar figurine and followed my father as I ate. As I walked, I realized that my father had been looking at a pair of shoes. It was a pair of very ordinary cloth shoes, but my father had been looking at it for a long time. I know that my father's shoes are already very old, but he is always reluctant to buy new ones for himself. In the end, my father put down his shoes and pulled me away. At that moment, there was an indescribable feeling in my heart. Although my father didn't speak much, his love for me was everywhere. I remember once when I was sick and had a fever, my father anxiously carried me to the village clinic. His footsteps were fast, and his forehead was covered in sweat. In the clinic, he held my hand tightly and his eyes never left me. He only breathed a sigh of relief when my fever subsided. Father is such a person. He used his hard work to support the family and used his love to silently protect my growth. He didn't have any earth-shattering feats, but he showed his greatness in his ordinary life. In my heart, he is someone I will always respect and love. The story of one person and a group of people is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Writing was a way for people to express the knowledge, experience, and thoughts stored in their memories in written form. An example of a 400-word essay is as follows: Using I Am a Killer Whale as an example, the story was written in the first person, describing his experience as a killer whale. The group I was in was made up of twelve killer whales. In the process of hunting swordfish, I first quietly approached a larger swordfish. I hid behind the coral and waited for the right time to attack, but the swordfish dodged agilely. After that, when they were chasing this swordfish, they encountered three swordfish blocking them. After a fight, they continued to chase and finally rushed into the swordfish territory. After an intense battle, they defeated the swordfish clan and everyone had a hearty meal. There was also " Something That Touched Me ". The story mentioned a kindergarten teacher in Zhejiang, Xiao Liye. There were originally two teachers and a life teacher in the class. One of the teachers went to give birth. When the children were not used to the new teacher, Xiao Liye became pregnant again. The parents were worried that her child would not be able to adapt to her leave. As a result, she took the initiative to abort for the sake of the students and quickly returned to the kindergarten to continue working. This was very touching. These essays were narrated, described, or discussed in about 400 words through different topics, such as animal life and touching stories. " Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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Ordinary Glimmer In the vast starry sky of our lives, we often look up to those brilliant stars and praise the great heroes. However, in this vast universe, there were more ordinary people who emitted a faint light. They were like specks of light that gathered together and were enough to illuminate the entire world. The glimmer was the kindness of the old man who was cleaning the house during the epidemic. As the haze of the epidemic enveloped the land, an old man with silver hair stumbled, but his mind was firm. He walked into the police station, gently put down the paper bag containing 12,000 yuan, turned around and left. The handwriting on the note was " Urgently transfer to the WuHan prevention and control center, add a little oil to the angel in white, a little bit of my heart, Donggang environmental protection ", revealing the most simple love and care. This 12,000 yuan may be weak for the huge amount of materials and funds needed for the entire epidemic, but it was all the savings that an ordinary old man had accumulated over a long period of time. His glimmer of light brought warmth and hope to countless people. Twilight was also the volunteer who stood guard on the road every day. Regardless of whether it was a sunny day or a stormy day, they would always appear in the streets and alleys to maintain traffic order and escort students across the road. The skillful commanding movements and the crisp whistle seemed ordinary, but it was like a trickling stream that nourished the hearts of the people. They might not be heroes who saved the world, but they used their own actions to make the streets more orderly and fill people's hearts with a sense of security. This ordinary glimmer was a different kind of scenery in the city. There was also Li Ziqi, an ordinary girl from the countryside. Her video was filled with the fireworks of rural life. She picked ingredients from the ground, washed them with spring water, and cooked them with a fire, presenting the tranquility and beauty of rural life. Although she was ordinary, she was spreading the traditional Chinese culture in her own world. Her video was like a beam of light. Through the screen, people at home and abroad saw the charm of the China countryside and felt the heritage of traditional culture. Each of us may be just an ordinary person, unable to do earth-shattering things, but we can be like the grass decorating the earth, the stars twinkling in the constellation, and be the ordinary glimmer. Even if the light was weak, as long as there was faith in one's heart, this light could still shine in one's corner, illuminating the surrounding darkness and warming the people around him. When countless glimmers gathered together, they could form a dazzling galaxy, lighting up the path of the entire nation and the entire world. The Extraordinary Ordinary Life novel is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
" An Unforgettable Shooting Competition " Shooting was a sport that tested accuracy and mental strength. I was lucky enough to participate in a shooting competition. It was an unforgettable experience. On the day of the competition, the sun shone on the shooting range, but my heart was like a taut bowstring. Standing in my shooting position, I looked at the target in the distance as if it was provoking me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but my heart beat faster. I picked up the familiar yet unfamiliar air rifle. It seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in my hand. I recalled the key points of training and kept my eyes on the crosshair. When the referee gave the order, I slowly pulled the trigger. When the first shot was fired, my heart was in my throat. I didn't know where the bullet went. Seeing that the bullet hole on the target had deviated from the center, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. However, I quickly adjusted my mentality and told myself that there was still a chance. After the next few shots, I gradually found the feeling. Every time I aimed, it was as if I was cut off from the world. All I could see was the crosshair and the target. My breathing became even, and the action of pulling the trigger became more and more steady. One shot after another, the bullet holes gradually gathered on the target. The surrounding players were also fully focused, and the sound of shooting rose and fell. In the last few shots, the pressure came again. I knew that every shot was crucial, and my palms were covered in sweat. I took another deep breath to calm myself down. After the last shot, I felt relieved. Looking at the results on the target, although it wasn't perfect, I knew that I had done my best. This shooting competition was not only a contest of shooting skills, but also a test of psychological quality. It made me understand that in the face of pressure, only by staying calm and focused can I perform at my best. " An exciting shooting competition." The shooting competition held by the school was like an intense battle. Every participant was a brave warrior. Walking into the shooting range, the tense atmosphere was like an invisible hand that grabbed everyone's heart tightly. I looked at the neatly arranged shooting equipment and felt both excited and nervous. While waiting for the match to start, I carefully observed the players in the match. Some of them had serious expressions and were careful with their every move, while others looked confident, as if victory was in their grasp. It was finally my turn. I walked towards the shooting position as if I was walking towards a sacred stage. I picked up the gun, adjusted my posture, and locked my eyes on the target. My mind was blank, and there was only the red dot in the center of the target. With the first gunshot, the entire world seemed to fall silent. I could clearly hear my own heartbeat. The result of the first shot wasn't ideal. I was a little depressed, but I knew that I couldn't be defeated by this small setback. I readjusted my condition and began the next round of shooting. I kept telling myself that I had to be steady, just like during training. This time, I felt as if I had become one with the spear. Every movement was smooth and natural. When the bullet was fired and I saw its trajectory towards the target, I felt a sense of accomplishment. After a few consecutive shots, my results got better and better, and my confidence gradually increased. The performances of the other contestants were also very exciting. Some of them scored extremely high points and won cheers. This also motivated me to work harder. I didn't want to be left behind too much. In the final shooting segment, I focused all my energy and did my best in every move. After the competition, although I didn't win the championship, I gained valuable experience. This shooting competition made me understand that in the pursuit of goals, every attempt is an opportunity to grow, and every setback is a driving force for progress. While watching the Olympics, you can also read the wonderful novels related to the Olympics!