Essay 300 words Everyone looks different when eating, how do the elderly eat, how do the children eat?

Recommended 2008 Hubei College Entrance Examination Excellent Composition: With Every Move

a Warmth Version

When my grandfather was dying, my grandmother chatted with him in a low voice all night, or Looking at him, it was as if time had stood still.

When I was a kid, I loved going to my grandpa’s house. Grandpa knows a lot of interesting things, and grandma’s cooking skills are superb. Whenever my grandpa finished talking about something with great joy, both my grandfather and grandson would get hungry. So grandpa crept into the kitchen, picked up a few pieces of freshly fried chicken steak while grandma was not around, and hurried back to share it with me. Like a little child. There were several times when my grandpa was "snatched" by my grandma, and she had no choice but to be beaten by her. Then we obediently set the table and prepared for dinner. At that time, I was so happy.

Sometimes it takes grandma a long time to buy groceries. Grandpa was so anxious that he couldn't sit still and kept looking at the window, hoping to see grandma. But when he learned that grandma had gone a long way to buy the corn we loved to eat, grandpa smiled again.

However, my grandfather later went to another world that he could never touch again.

The next New Year’s dinner without grandpa was at a hotel. Grandma came, but she was not very happy. It turns out that among the tableware prepared for everyone, grandpa’s was missing. But when the waiter brought a chair, grandma refused and thanked her.

Grandma said: "The old man told me in his dream last night that he also wanted to eat something. If you are all filial and remember to order what he wants to eat, he should be happy. However, the old man said that he would like to eat with us. It’s enough for me to squeeze into a chair and sit..." Grandma was a simple person, but her words made me remember them better than any other famous book.

Grandpa and grandma always exude something, something in every gesture, something I can’t put into words, but something I always want to be close to.

Therefore, even on the Qingming Festival before the college entrance examination, I still insisted on climbing mountains, visiting my grandpa’s grave, and communicating with him silently.

Grandma is very attentive and sets out a small table of exquisite and delicious meals in front of the cemetery. At this time, grandma always cries. I know that grandma has heard others say that people in the other world really want to eat the food offered, but their throats are only as big as the eye of a needle. Grandma would be very sad when she thinks of grandpa like that. And the paper money that grandma folded every day was so thick that she couldn't burn it all. If the flying ashes can bring my grandmother's thoughts, then I think those are the most beautiful scenes.

The small actions and small conversations between grandpa and grandma made me witness their persistence. The corners of my eyes are often moist, perhaps because I have been in the hustle and bustle for a long time and finally touched a string that has not been plucked in my heart for a long time.

And I always try hard to convey something with every gesture. Is it admiration for love, or gratitude for love?

b philanthropy version

The wheel of life is slowly moving forward, and human beings have grown from a young and ignorant species into highly civilized and intelligent creatures. Knowledge and responsibility allow us to gradually get rid of our self-centered narrowness, and we increasingly consider treating nature well. And I want to say that to be kind to nature, please start with every gesture.

There are many environmentalists in the world. They can hold massive demonstrations to protest against the brutal killing of whales by the Japanese, or they can build strange and sturdy wooden houses to live in the trees to oppose the deforestation by businessmen. Sometimes, we can’t help but feel that such courage and feats are too far away from us. Nothing wrong. But love and kindness don’t always have to be expressed in earth-shattering sacrifices. With just a few gestures, we can show kindness to nature.

Equal love and respect among living things are manifested in every gesture. Don't think these are trivial things. Because nature shines in every weak life, and every small action is a cherishment and protection of nature. We need to organize a huge environmental movement on a large scale, but we also need small and meticulous things that can make up an ocean.

There is a scene in the cartoon "Journey to the West" that impressed me the most: Monk Tang was meditating and reciting sutras, when suddenly an ant fell on his hand. Tang Seng did not wave his palm roughly or crush the little insect to death. He just gently put the hand where the ant was on the ground to let the panicked ant leave safely. I remember that every time I saw this paragraph when I was a child, I would always laugh at Tang Seng's pedantry and hypocrisy. But as I grew older, I gradually understood that it was the kindness in every gesture that made a compassionate and holy monk appear. Out of the Buddha’s fraternity and wisdom. Similarly, when we accumulate kindness to nature with every gesture, who can say that we are not true environmentalists?

Who said that human beings should look at themselves and the earth with a universal view of universal love. Cosmology tells us to learn to treat nature equally and to regard human beings as ordinary members of the earth. I believe that we should look at the world and our own behavior from the most microscopic perspective. Because it is the small acts of kindness that reflect the light of a soul and reflect a sincere heart full of love and beauty.

cNoble Edition

Do you know the meaning of "gentleman" and the concept of "noble"?

Please forgive me for asking you so bluntly. I didn't see the shabby clothes on your body; I didn't pay attention to the shiny shoes under your feet. I just want to know whether the coin you gave to the beggar yesterday was squatted down and gently put into his broken bowl; today, in your bulging purse, is there a handful prepared for the stray cats downstairs? Rice grains.

I want to know whether you are standing in this noisy and lonely world, nobly bending down, or humbly raising your head.

Bending down and extending your hand, this is such a humble and respectful gesture, but it is also such a warm gesture from a noble gentleman.

Like many people and you, I was shaken by the Wenchuan earthquake and had many luxurious thoughts shattered. It was played over and over again on TV. Volunteers walked through the ruins, tents, and wards, bending down and stretching out their hands to hug the children's tear-stained or stunned faces.

They say that only by bending down can one turn a blind eye to the children, and only by bending down can one understand their fear and sadness.

Because by bending down, your heart will love willingly. Your love for the world, others, and yourself is so heavy that it makes your heart fall, falling from the void into the dust. White flowers bloom and the fragrance flows.

There is also that gesture of reaching out, coupled with a gentle and calm smile, giving a hug to a child who wakes up from a nightmare, giving support to a blind person on the road, and asking the people around you: "Do you need me?" Can you help me? ”

When you clench your fists, you only have nothingness in your hands, but when you open your hands, you hold a world.

Oh, the best thing is like water. Water lives below and benefits all things. Water will pour into the humblest corner and silently moisturize all things. But do you have a heart as soft as running water to take care of nature, others and yourself in a silent gesture of moisturizing things?

Every gesture, the smallest move, reflects your entire attitude towards the world and life.

You say your clothes are shabby, you say your shoes are shiny, but these shabby clothes and these shiny shoes are not the clean attire of a gentleman. "Gentleman" is a resounding name for those with noble human nature. You can see that they interpret the connotation of kindness, independence, and moral cultivation in every gesture. Their faces may have been weathered and their hair on their temples will be frosty white, but the clean brilliance in their clothes will never fade away. .

In every gesture, they will often be a humble bender, placing themselves in a very low position in the world to look up to happiness, cherish the present, and be pious and grateful for what they have; they are more He would often reach out and ask the world with a smile: Do you need help?

O gentle gentlemen in this world who are as gentle as jade, even if the movements of hands and feet are as bright as fireflies and beans, blending and converging into an ocean of light, there should also be white rainbows that penetrate the sun and swaying spring breezes. .

d Fengya version

I am Fengya. ——Inscription

My grandfather is an old party member, and his ancestors are the descendants of the Qing Dynasty. He pulled me up with one hand, but his discipline was very strict. I was ignorant when I was young, and I always hated him:

When going out and returning home, you must say goodbye and greet your family members one by one; when eating, you are not allowed to use chopsticks until the family members are all there. Eat what you want, and you are not allowed to rummage through the bowls and dishes; you are not allowed to talk while eating; you must sleep properly, with your legs together and lying on your side; you must sit in an upright posture, and hold your head and chest high when standing and walking; you are not allowed to interrupt others when they are talking, and cover your mouth when sneezing. I turned my head and lowered my head...

So many rules were all tied to me like shackles. Although I knew that adults' education was for my own good, I found that few children of the same age were treated similarly to me. Moreover, due to my grandfather’s tough teachings, I had to learn self-restraint and discipline from an early age, which was actually quite painful for a naughty and fun-loving child.

As I grow older, what these rules and regulations have given me is called quality and education. Every detail displayed in every gesture shines with the brilliance of personality.

So I always say "please, sorry, thank you..." and say it sincerely; so I never interrupt others arbitrarily but wait patiently for the other person to finish; so I I ran for the position of labor committee member for three years, and I always hummed happily while working; so when the teacher assigned a lot of homework and the classmates sighed and lamented, I wrote down my homework silently...

Showing hands and feet It is a ruler, it is the standard for measuring the inner gold content of a person. A person with high gold content must, I dare say, be a great person.

In order to give alms to a beggar on the roadside, Turgenev rummaged through all his pockets, but could not find a penny, so he had to hold the beggar's hands and say "I'm sorry, friend"; Lei Feng In the absence of his comrades, everyone's clothes were washed and dried; Premier Zhou Enlai was neatly dressed, spoke generously, and behaved generously. How could it be achieved overnight? Or like Xu Sanduo in "Soldier Assault", when his comrades in the class only drink tea and play cards all day long, he silently carries stones, and he builds a road over time...

Hands are a trivial matter, feet are a trivial matter, and details are even more trivial. Eating is a trivial matter, talking is a trivial matter, going out to the street is a trivial matter, and returning home is a trivial matter. Associating with a friend is a trivial matter, and associating with a stranger is also a trivial matter. In fact, life is a trivial matter that requires us to do it bit by bit; even a trivial matter such as national revitalization requires the recognition of one in 1.3 billion of us. Do it seriously.

I understand my grandfather’s good intentions more and more, and I am more and more grateful to him. He used strict education to tell me that I should be a person who upholds the Chinese tradition and be a high-quality person.

Why don’t I hope that there will be more people like my grandfather, and more people will train a good generation? Let the elegant and noble Chinese style be passed down from generation to generation.

Comment: Life is the source of composition

Zhao Yan, Chinese teacher of No. 1 Middle School of East China Normal University

These four excellent compositions have four things in common: they are written It is about real feelings and does not pay much attention to technical skills; the materials are selected from the details of life, for example, some students chose "Earthquake" and "Xu Sanduo"; on the basis of touching, they all rise to the height of rationality, embodying both emotions and thoughts. A person with high realm and deep thinking about life; in terms of language, solid basic skills, strong narrative summary, expressive and appealing writing, and literary talent, which shows that he usually pays attention to the accumulation of language.

From the perspective of genre, some of these four articles are narratives, some are argumentative essays, and some are like essays; from the perspective of content, the author draws materials from life, either expressing tender feelings or writing profound stories. Love may be elegant and civilized, or it may be a noble act, to name a few. "Ask where the canal is so clear, so that there is a source of living water." Generally speaking, excellent compositions come from life and society. As long as students pay attention to life and express themselves with heart, it is easy to write excellent works.