I am eager to go to school to write a composition during the epidemic.

1. I am sick and eager to go to school. This is the first time I have seen her. My father took me to the countryside to visit relatives and hold a wedding reception. She is busy helping adults wash dishes and make fires. The yellow shirt is wide and big on her body, with patches on faded coarse trousers and mud shoes on her feet. Maybe it's fate. I greeted her and she smiled shyly at me. That's how we met. She told me her name was Yu Xiu.

"Where is your home?" She broke the straw, threw it into the fire, wiped her sweat with a patched homespun apron, and said, "My house is at the other end of the stockade. Come to my house in the future! " She smiled, and her dark face showed a mouthful of white glutinous rice teeth. When I asked her what grade she was in, she slowed down her work, looked straight at the flame and choked up. "I just graduated from primary school, and my father is digging coal for the owner of a small coal mine. Unfortunately, the mine collapsed, and my father and many miners were seriously injured. When the mine owner saw something was wrong, he ran somewhere else. Helpless, I have to admit my bad luck. During the treatment, the medical expenses alone spent all the savings at home. We were kicked out of the hospital because we had no money. Now my father is a little more stable after taking the folk prescription. Since then, the burden of the family has completely fallen on my mother. I have a brother who is five years older than me. He is now in high school in the city. Although he worked hard to make money during the holidays, it was insignificant for the high tuition fees. My mother earned only enough money for my brother to study, so I had to drop out of school. " As she spoke, her eyes were red and tears filled her eyes. Pattering on the straw. I found her eyes so eager, naive and beautiful. Her big eyes, eager to read and helpless, have touched the hearts of countless people. If it weren't for those eyes flashing with longing and innocence, those big eyes full of melancholy, and an ordinary photographer who faithfully recorded that moment in the camera, the words "Project Hope" wouldn't have shocked hundreds of millions of sincere hearts so deeply. Are those dedicated and eager eyes not the hearts of millions of children in poverty-stricken areas who are eager to read? It is these shocking big eyes that make countless sincere and kind people shed tears. These melancholy and eager eyes have aroused the love of millions of people at home and abroad, and countless people have extended a helping hand to children who are eager to study. As a result, one child after another can return to the classroom, and one child after another hopes that the primary school can be set up and run. From her clear, beautiful, black and bright eyes, I saw her desire for reading. Yes! These big eyes are so focused, because she cherishes this hard-won learning opportunity; The reason why she is so depressed is because she is afraid of losing her hard-won learning opportunity; It is so eager to learn, even if the learning conditions are so harsh. These big eyes are the epitome of Qian Qian's children who are on the verge of dropping out of school. They shout out to the world that I want to study.

She stood up, patted the dust on her body, took off her apron and said to me with a tearful smile, "Oh, forget it. If my brother is admitted to college in the future, it is worthwhile for me to drop out of school. " In the dark kitchen, the blazing fire reflected her strong figure. "Go, go to my house!" She put down her apron, grabbed my hand, pushed through the bustling crowd at the party and crossed the winding path to their home. As soon as she stepped on the threshold, I was stunned by what I saw. I saw that the simple furniture was dim and the light in the room was dim. In the corner, there is a wooden bed. The man lying in bed, pale and coughing, is Yu Xiu's father. He vomited all over the floor, and the medicine bottle was knocked over and spilled all over the floor. When Yu Xiu saw it, he ran up, picked up a shovel and sprinkled some dust on the vomit, and picked up a broom and swept it up. "You sit down! You're welcome. " I took a small bench and sat down. Suddenly, there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the kitchen. "Oh, no, mom is not at home today, and the medicine is burnt." She put down the broom, rushed into the kitchen and took down the medicine pot. I walked into the kitchen, and the pungent smell of medicine made me cough. "Are you okay? I help my father boil medicine every day and get used to it. " Then, I followed her to the pigsty. She put on her shoes, picked up a shovel, stepped into the pigsty door and shoveled out the pig manure one by one. I stood by and watched and said I wanted to help, but she refused. "when mom is not at home, everything at home is * * *, I can do it." With that, she poured the pig grass into the trough. We talked for a long time, and she said that she likes painting and writing. Her painting won the prize, and she won the first place in the final exam.

She took me to her room. The wall made of loess is covered with "three good students", "good students" and "first place". A primary school textbook, a short pencil and a big round eraser are lying quietly on the table. "Do you still study?" I asked her gently. "Yes, I can't stop studying because I dropped out of school. Although I lost the opportunity of education, I will not put down my book. " There was a firmness in her eyes, and I carefully opened the slightly yellow book. On the first page of the book, the four characters "I want to study" are neatly written. These four words caught my eye and struck my heart heavily.

At this time, I remembered the popular campus catchword "study hard, study tired, pay tuition". I come from China. I don't learn foreign languages and don't know ABC, so I fly a plane. These words come from students who waste time and money at school. They can never make up for their absence from class. How unfair the world is, Yu Xiu lost the chance to blossom in spring, and the fertile land has since become a overgrown Gobi.

When we parted, Yu Xiu held my hand tightly. The bamboo forest behind her was rustled by the autumn wind. She cried when the car started. I comforted her and said that I would come to see her again. In this way, the start of the car broke free from our clenched hands. Far away, I saw her thin figure standing in the bleak autumn wind, farther and farther away from my sight. At this time, my heart is so heavy.

She is eager to go to school. She is wearing this shabby dress, with dark fingers and big eyes on her sallow face, and she is full of longing to go to school. There is a speaker with a high nose and a small mouth below. She is a poor mountain child who is eager to go to school.

She has a short pencil in her hand. She clutched the pencil tightly, as if it were a treasure, for fear of being snatched away by others. There is also a piece of paper under his hand, and many words are neatly written on the branches. But the girl is still trying to find a space to write.

This is a photo in my book. The girl really wants to go to school, but there is no money at home, so she can only buy a piece of paper and a pen. The girl still practices her calligraphy hard. I wrote it again and again, front and back.

How admirable this girl's spirit of seeking knowledge is! I want to learn from her! ! !

3. Air pollution, eager to go to school.

I am a student in Class One, Grade Six. Here, the flowers are fragrant, the grass is lush, and the teaching building is tall. In this beautiful school, we walk in the tree-lined campus, study in the classroom with bright windows, study in a clean and elegant environment, bathe in sunshine and harvest in the beautiful campus environment, and learn from nutrition to grow.

However, as I grow up day by day, I find that the campus is full of things littered by students, and the playground has become a paradise for garbage. Although there are more and more trash cans beside the playground, it seems that there is nothing in front of the students. The water from the tap is spraying, and the bathroom is empty. What's more, after class, take a drink bottle to pick up water and play "water war". Who would have thought that 1 bottle of water would be wasted by China 1 person, and the world would suddenly lose1300 million bottles of water? If we waste without restraint for a long time, in the near future, the last drop of water will also become human tears!

In order to make the campus more beautiful, I put forward the following suggestions to the school:

1, carry out environmental protection activities, and the teachers and students of the whole school will jointly protect the vegetation, and do not trample on the green lawn or climb branches and flowers; Love every green leaf and every seedling;

2. Hold a knowledge contest on environmental protection, so that the truth of "abolishing shame and saving honor" is more deeply rooted in people's hearts;

3. Educate students to develop good hygiene habits, and do not throw fruits, skins, cigarette butts, food packaging, etc. Feel free, don't spit everywhere. Cultivate students' love, pick up a piece of waste paper, a cigarette butt and a waste plastic bag on the ground, and bend down to do something for the cleanliness of the campus.

4. Put up slogans to protect the environment on campus, reminding students to start from me and from now on.

5. Take the way of "picking up garbage, adding points and winning prizes" * * * Students care for the environment, and select "Top Ten Outstanding Environmental Defenders" to give praise and encouragement.

I hope teachers can take time out of their busy schedules to take a closer look at my suggestions and adopt them. I also hope that my little suggestions can add a color to my alma mater.

4. An essay about all children eager to go to school, a touching article of about 500 words, let's help poor children eager to learn together. In the autumn of 2004, I went to the west with a delegation of Henan writers.

I first went to Gansu, strolled along the Silk Road for a few days, and then took the train from Dunhuang to Turpan. When you get off the train in Turpan, the first stop is not the world-famous vineyard, but the old town of Gaochang.

I have long heard of Gaochang ancient city. This city with a history of 1400 years is located in the open plain in front of the Flame Mountain, with an altitude of about -40 meters. It is an oasis irrigated by the river in Mutougou, named after its high terrain and prosperous population.

Xuanzang, a monk, prayed for Buddha in Gaochang Western Heaven, and King Gaochang was very generous, which was an eloquent historical record as early as the Tang Dynasty. Today's Gaochang Old Town is already a huge ruin-otherwise it wouldn't be called the Old Town.

After getting off the tour bus and waiting for the tour guide to buy the ticket, I stood at the humble entrance and looked in. I can't wait to see the outline of piles of loess in the distance.

"Aunt." Someone pulled my skirt.

I frowned. I wore a white dress today, which is very resistant to dirt.

Looking back, it was a typical Uighur girl. A tall nose, deep-set European eye sockets, long eyelashes, a small rose vest with a gauze skirt and a small black hat with beads.

She is wearing a string of ornaments made of bells. Oh, she's selling me something.

I shook my hand at her. "Aunt."

She growled again. "What is it?" I have to answer.

"Is this your first time here?" Her mandarin is very stiff. I didn't know until I arrived in Xinjiang that the Uygur Mandarin spoken in TV sketches was not exaggerated at all.

"yes." "Do you like it?" "I like it."

Are you a teacher? "I am a teacher." I'm a little surprised.

I have a history of teaching in the countryside for four years, but how can she tell? "You look like a teacher and a good person." She has a sweet mouth and is good at talking.

I can't help laughing. It depends on my appearance, right? A friend once joked that I look like a good wife and mother.

Good wife and mother = teacher = good person? Interesting logic. But then again, this is a simple compliment.

"You are very beautiful." She continued to attack.

There is a luxury bus in the parking lot recently. Why is she still pestering me to do useless work? I'm a little worried about her. I think I'd better buy one for her.

"How much is your stuff?" I asked. She untied the next one and handed it to me: "Here you are."

"How much is it?" "No money." "What?" "No money."

Are you kidding? It is free to sell things in tourist areas. Can you deliver the goods? I ignored her and went to get my bag.

She stopped me seriously: "I really don't want money." "Then I don't want it either."

I also said it very simply. Free money is the most expensive in another sense.

I wouldn't do such a stupid thing. The tour guide is already greeting everyone.

I went in with the team and waved to her. Sitting on a beautifully dressed donkey cart, we walked into the depths of the city in the dust and played for more than two hours, and I was still trying to figure it out. I saw the little girl at a glance.

She stood at the exit, and Lima followed me. "The donkey didn't trip you, did it?" "No, thanks."

"Here you are." There she goes again.

I still don't want it. Of course not.

I walked around the stall and learned the price of this bell. The highest asking price is five yuan. So, when she handed it to me again, I handed her five dollars.

"No money, no money." She said anxiously, "Here you are, here you are."

"Send me? Why? " "Because you are a teacher and a good person." I smiled.

But to be honest, I don't believe I will have such good luck. Wise men at all times and all over the world have taught us that there will be no pie in the sky.

So, I don't believe this five-dollar pie-no, it's not worth five dollars. In the final analysis, this is just a more humane way of selling: I'm sorry if you give me something for free, but I have to give you money.

So, everyone is very happy. Under the soft satin, the package is still cold RMB.

"Don't be afraid, I really don't want money, really." She patiently advised me, "I often give things to my favorite guests, and today I chose you."

Afraid? What am I afraid of? Still afraid of you, little girl? I took the bell. A delicate mouse is engraved on the silver pendant.

I happen to be a mouse. She saw my doubts and pointed to my chest.

I'm wearing a wooden mouse-headed necklace from a friend in Gansu. This ghost elf! "Ok, I'll take it."

I said, I made up my mind to hand her the money from the window when I got on the bus. I took a photo with her and promised to send it to her.

Then I went to buy silk scarves, and she still followed me and told me what silk scarves were. I bought two at her suggestion. After buying, the tour guide began to urge me to get on the bus. She was standing outside my window when I got on the bus.

We didn't know what to say, so we just giggled. The car is moving.

I said goodbye to her at the window. I took her dirty little hand and shook the money.

Zheng, she understood. Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

"Don't! Teacher! Don't! Teacher! " She shouted for money. Then she ran after our car.

The dust on the wheel washed her little face and soon covered her tears. However, more tears rushed down.

Her face soon became blurred. The driver stopped the car.

Everyone in the car looked at me, and I turned my face to her with difficulty. I admit, I began to regret it the moment I saw her cry.

Regret and shame. I got off the bus and took her money.

She smiled. The dusty little face smiles like a pale daisy.

"You must tell me what you like? I will also send you a present when I go home. " I said.

She refused for a long time until I threatened her not to have bells. She told me shyly that she liked stationery and books. At my request, she found a cigarette case and wrote her address on the back: Hatiya (receipt), * * Village, * * Street, * * Township, Turpan City, Xinjiang.

Then I saw her solemnly write the words in brackets, and I wanted to be happy again. Does she think I can't write? Lovely child.

After coming back from Xinjiang, I went to the photo studio to develop photos, bought a set of fairy tales from the bookstore and bought some stationery from the stationery store.

5. Write a letter to big eyes eager to read. When I was very young, I saw such a picture: a little girl with big eyes looking straight ahead and eager to learn. The title was "I want to go to school". Today, when I study this text, those big eyes full of longing still deeply shake my heart.

1992, reporter Jie Hailong met a group of children who trudged more than 30 miles every day in a primary school in Wantou Village, Jinzhai County, Anhui Province. Among many children, he found a little girl with big eyes shining, because the reporter was moved by the indomitable learning spirit of the little girl. When the little girl looked up at the blackboard, her eyes were caught by the reporter's camera, leaving a very precious and interesting photo. Su Mingjuan in this photo has also become the image spokesperson of Project Hope.

I found Su Mingjuan's eyes so eager, innocent and beautiful. Her big eyes, eager to read and helpless, have touched the hearts of countless people. If it weren't for those eyes flashing with longing and innocence, those big eyes full of melancholy, and an ordinary photographer who faithfully recorded that moment in the camera, the words "Project Hope" wouldn't have shocked hundreds of millions of sincere hearts so deeply. Are those dedicated and eager eyes not the hearts of millions of children in poverty-stricken areas who are eager to read? It is these shocking big eyes that make countless sincere and kind people shed tears. These melancholy and eager eyes have aroused the love of millions of people at home and abroad, and countless people have extended a helping hand to children who are eager to study. As a result, one child after another can return to the classroom, and one child after another hopes that the primary school can be set up and run. From her clear, beautiful, black and bright eyes, I saw her desire for reading. Yes! These big eyes are so focused, because she cherishes this hard-won learning opportunity; The reason why she is so depressed is because she is afraid of losing her hard-won learning opportunity; It is so eager to learn, even if the learning conditions are so harsh. These big eyes are the epitome of Qian Qian's children who are on the verge of dropping out of school. They shout out to the world that I want to study.

Today, when we go to school happily with our schoolbags on our backs, have you ever thought about the hardships of those peers who dropped out of school because they couldn't afford the tuition? When we are coquetry in our parents' arms, have you ever thought about those children who can still stand on their own feet in a poor life? How poor they are! If "big-eyed" Su Mingjuan can move us and make the Hope Project deeply rooted in people's hearts, then we should also treat them as our brothers and sisters with our love, sincerity and kindness, and give them love and warmth, so we can do it; Cherish the beautiful and happy study life now, and we should do it. I hope more caring people will pay attention to Project Hope and the children who are eager to go to school but can't go to school in rural mountainous areas, and lend a helping hand one after another. As long as we all give a little love, the world will become better!

6. I am eager to write a composition. It was a dreary evening, and it was quiet around me. I sat at my desk, but my heart was dry. I opened my diary. "If someone asks me what I want now.

I want to say:' I am eager to fly.' "Because of illness in the morning, I have to ask for leave to go to school after seeing the disease.

My right hand pressed the place where my left hand was injected with a tampon, and my father's urging voice buzzed in my ear: "Get on the bus quickly, you are so late, and you have missed several classes." Although all aspects are very helpless, but finally opened the door, mechanical floor tiles and went in.

I live by the rules every day, except books. I have forgotten the season now. Is it spring or winter now? The street lamp outside the window flashes quickly, just like time, and it is gone in an instant. I frowned. Suddenly, I realized a touch of green and a touch of Qin Huang. What is that? It's rape, getting closer and closer, and finally, it's big. Because the car took a shortcut, I passed a field, so I also had a chance to feel alive, I thought.

What a lovely picture of clothes outside the window! Green poles are close together, yellow flowers are crowded together, and the wind blows gently. Yellow jokes, you push me, I push you, and finally smirk away. Green is so new, so clean and yellow is so blessed.

I was infected by the painting in front of me. Spring used to be so beautiful. I reached for it, but my hand bounced back from the plexiglass in the window. It turns out that this spring does not belong to me.

In a blink of an eye, I went to school and saw the tall black school gate. I felt like a cage. Sadness rises from the bottom of my heart.

In fact, how I long to fly like a bird, I want to fly into the long-lost nature and feel the blue sky. The purity of white clouds is flawless.

Decorate the sky with my posture and add luster to spring. I long for flying and freedom.

I don't want to lock myself up, don't wander between the expectations of my parents and teachers, I want to fly, and I want to get rid of my parents' bondage and heavy textbooks and homework. But where are my wings? Purple butterfly has wings because it has experienced the pain of changing from pupa feather to butterfly; Birds can fly because they have experienced the hardships of test flight.

But what about me? Are my wings strong? Are my feathers plump? Can I fly in the wind and rain? I need pupae just to add wings to myself. Although there will be hardships, tears and sweat, I am not afraid. I will fight for my desire. When the sunset was about to receive his last afterglow, I added a sentence at the end of the sentence in my diary, "I will fight for this wish from the moment I write my homework."

7. This morning, Mr. Hu showed us some photos about Goudiaoyan Village in Maochang Town.

When I saw the fourth picture, I suddenly froze. A boy who is only ten years old has a basket almost as tall as him. He had to work in the fields because his family had no money to pay 140 yuan's tuition and fees. At that time, the reporter asked him if he wanted to go to school. He answered at once. But his family is poor, so he proved the value of his life with his own labor. When I saw the words next to this picture, I felt very shocked and sad. A ten-year-old boy has been eager to go to school, but he gave up the opportunity to go to school because he had no money at home.

One hundred and forty dollars is only for eating, drinking and having fun for us children living in the city, but it is simply astronomical for their families. Even I think he is more valuable than our children living in the city. He can prove the value of his life with labor, and we will only spend a lot of parents' hard-earned money.

Although a ten-year-old boy gave up his bright future, his spirit deserves our praise and admiration. If we were him, would we prove ourselves with labor like him? No, absolutely not.

I looked at his emaciated body and couldn't help thinking: How far away from success depends on my own efforts. Work hard step by step along the road of struggle, and success will not be far away. My future is not a dream.

I believe that one day, he will prove the value of his life to everyone with his own labor!

8. Write a composition on the topic of "longing", not too abstruse [about 600 words] Every child is eager to grow up and wants to be an adult. %26nbsp In the years when I am eager to grow up, I am also looking forward to it. ...

That year, I looked at my brother who went to school next door with a red scarf and schoolbag, and counted with my fingers broken, thinking when I could be like him. So when someone asks, "Do you want to grow up?" "Of course." "What are the benefits of growing up?" "When you grow up, you can take up your schoolbag and go to school like your brother next door!" In this way, a year has passed by, and the brother next door has put on the league emblem again. I think I've grown up. In the years when I am eager to grow up, I am counting and looking forward to growing up.

Those sneakers, lying quietly in the shoe cabinet. I often ask, "Mom, when can I wear it?" My mother held my head and whispered, "When you grow up, you can wear it!" " "Oh, I see, you can wear it when you grow up! I began to look forward to growing up every day; So, I open the shoe cabinet and try it on every day; Measure the height with a city ruler every day. Because I know that I will grow taller when I grow up, and I can wear new shoes when I grow taller. In the years when I longed to grow up, those shoes always accompanied me.

I remember when I was in the first grade, my sister always pulled my nose and said, "You are so naive!" " "Grow up, grow up quickly, I thought. You won't be naive when you grow up. When you grow up, you are "mature". When you grow up, you can hold others by the nose and say, "You are so naive!" " Others asked, "What about growing up?" "Of course!" "But why am I older than you, but I don't think I can grow well?" I ignored him, and my heart was more sad. I was infected with the "grown-up" flawless jade. What should I do if I say I am disappointed when I grow up? Can't you grow up? In the years of longing for growth, I have a little resistance to growth.

9. The composition with the topic of "desire" is 500~600 words, which middle school students are eager for.

Some people say that life is just a meteor in life, because it is short; Some people say that life is a long play without a director, because you are at a loss; But I think life is just a journey, which releases colorful light in the ups and downs. Many people complain about their misfortunes and lament the hardships and difficulties of life. But I am convinced of Balzac's famous saying: "Difficulties are abyss for the weak and wealth for the strong." Although I have only taken a small step in my life, I have also embraced many difficulties. These difficulties are insignificant to the weather-beaten people, but they have brought me joy after suffering and enrichment after depression. Of course, in the face of difficulties, I have been discouraged, depressed, sad and cried, but I know that tears can't make a ship with a broken mast sail further, so I fell down again and again, got up again and again, and realized the true meaning of life in difficulties.

I once read such a little poem:

Always fall and get up,

Always rise again and again in adversity,

Always ask yourself more than once: "What is the true meaning of life?"

When you dry your lost tears and face difficulties again,

When the confused sadness is put away again,

Rewrite the diary of youth,

That's when I realized

Never give in to difficulties, but fight again and again.

I believe that we will eventually win.

This is the meaning of life!

Hard training made me mature, filled me with * * *, and made me love life more.

The road of life has passed like this, with joy and sorrow, wind and rain. After tasting the pain of separation, I felt the joy of meeting; Only when you have tasted the bitterness of failure can you appreciate the joy of success. I am a girl, and I know that the most important thing for girls is self-esteem, the most precious thing is self-improvement, and the most rare thing is self-reliance.

I long for more difficulties in life, smile in difficulties and rise in adversity, so as to become a self-respecting, self-reliant and self-reliant person.