Unforgettable people write 500 words or 600 words (this composition should also use examples to say that what that person told me is my most unforgettable). The teacher asked us to recite one.

I was walking alone in the street when an empty taxi came. I looked at him, and the driver stopped beside me and stuck his head out to ask me where I was going. I pretended to be serious and asked if I could take a taxi if I had no money. Hearing this, the driver shrank his head back and said with an embarrassed smile, "Little girl is really interesting. How can I take a taxi without money these days? " Looking at the taxi far away, I secretly smiled: "This year!" Then I really met a "free" driver. On Saturday afternoon, I rushed out of the school gate and rushed home to get my tuition, otherwise I would close the door in the afternoon. I only heard a cry of "take the car". I didn't plan to sit because I had no money, but I was afraid that no one would be at home if I wanted to go home late again. In desperation, I crustily skin of head and said, "Can I sit without money?" After the drivers quieted down, I continued with a glimmer of hope: "I don't have any money on me now, so I will take the money home and pay the fare as soon as I get it-but there may be no one at home." A driver smiled: "No money to take a taxi!" "I looked down, my ears were burning, my face was very hot and my heart was pounding. I really want to find a crack in the ground at once, and I was about to turn and run away when a deep voice came: "I'll take you!" " "I'm so happy, a car slowly slipped in and stopped. That is an ordinary and kind face. He opened the car door and smiled at me: "Get on the bus." My heart suddenly felt warm. A driver smiled: "What kind of good person are you, learning from Lei Feng?" The driver smiled and said, "Be a Lei Feng today!" I got into the car and closed the door. Thankfully, I got home in time, took out 100 yuan and held it tightly in my hand. Don't give it to him yet. Let him take me back. When the car arrived at the small supermarket, I begged him to stop and said that he wanted to buy something to change the fare. He stopped laughing. I bought a bag of melon seeds and took a handful of change. Before going back to school, I gave him the round-trip fare, together with the bag of melon seeds. He looked at me in surprise and said, "Don't you want to eat it yourself?" Really give it to me? "I nodded and smiled." Thank you, please accept it. " She smiled at me and said nothing more. He must understand my mind. When I entered the school gate, I couldn't help looking back. The taxi turned around and drove away for a long time. I looked at the car drifting away, and I was very moved. There is a feeling of being warmed by special love. At that moment, the driver's kind and frank smiles are fixed in my memory and will never be erased-I thought there was no trust and warmth in this world, but it seems that I was wrong. He gave me trust and warmth, just like giving me a bright moon. There are many such people around us, and their eyes are everywhere stirring their love and care for the people around them. They planted the seeds of "love and care" in everyone's innocent heart. Let everyone know what it feels like to be loved, cared for and taken care of.

Unforgettable, this word is very solemn to me. Only what really makes you unforgettable counts. So, who is the one I can't forget? In my mind, the unforgettable "he" is a disabled person. I don't know his name, but I admire him today. On a busy street in Changsha, surrounded by a large group of people, I squeezed in and saw one end of a long painting lying on the ground. Look around, boy, this painting is several meters long! At that end, a little boy is lying on the ground, absorbed in painting. I squeezed forward again. When I came to the little boy, I looked at him carefully: he had black flat hair, a small man, watery eyes and a small mouth. It seems that he may be only seven or eight years old, but it is worth noting that his right hand is gone, and his left hand is just a meatball, but he still uses his remaining meatballs. His meatball paintings are absolutely lifelike. While watching it, people don't forget to feel sorry for the little boy. What a good boy, it's a pity that he doesn't have a right hand. Once he was reduced to painting on the street and living on people's charity, maybe he was a lively and lovely normal boy, but the reality is cruel, and I don't know why this perfect life has become incomplete. However, you see how strong he is, and he studied hard to get where he is today! I didn't dare to think much and left the crowd, but I still can't forget him. What I will never forget is his indomitable spirit of fate since childhood.

On a moonlit night, I leaned against the window and looked at the stars all over the sky. Your smiling face appeared in the sky, and a subtle smile appeared on my mouth. Looking back at the footprints you stepped on in the distance, a pair of big feet will always follow your little feet. For fourteen years, you have never complained or regretted it. When I pulled out a silver thread for you, you sighed and stared at the sky for a long time, silent ... thank you! Mom. It is you! You taught me to give up. You bought a popsicle and an ice cream in front of me, let me choose one. Cream-colored, brown-black chocolate popsicles tempted me, and vanilla-flavored square ice cream tempted me. I looked at you hesitantly and wanted you to take back your "destiny", but you shook your head and held your hand in the air for a long time. Look at this and think about that. As a result, both delicacies melted with the passage of time and my selfishness. I cried loudly, but you yelled at me. You said you must learn to give up in the future. People should not be selfish and give up if they have a choice. I see, I sobbed and nodded. Now, I finally understand that the road to life is an endless answer sheet, which contains endless multiple-choice questions. You can only choose one of ABCD, or even more. Only by learning to give up, can we unload the burden and go into battle lightly, and can we make a turning point in life safely. If you deliberately pursue and possess, it will be difficult to get out of the misunderstanding of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss.

It's Teacher's Day again. Teachers and students, I can't give you any precious gifts on this day. I just have a lot to say to you. I want to tell you that I am deeply grateful and how important you have played in my life.

Teacher, you know that everything in the world will fade away with the passage of time, but my thoughts about you are not only unforgettable, but also deepening with the growth of age. In the days when I haven't contacted you, I miss you more-my teacher sometimes even misses me with tears. I don't know what people around me will think, but I know how I feel. I know I miss you-my dearest teacher. She loves me just like my mother!

I was born in a remote mountain village with rugged mountain roads. Being blind since childhood, I have nothing to do at home except do some housework as much as possible. I'm not so bored when my friends are at home. I can play with my friends. When my friends go to school and I am alone at home, I will play with small animals such as chickens, ducks and geese. Whenever my friends go to school with schoolbags on their backs, I always stand at the gate and watch them silently until they are far away. I'm still in a daze How much I don't want to stay at home alone. I want to carry their schoolbags to school, do homework and recite texts like other partners, learn a lot of knowledge and get into college through my own efforts! I thought and thought, but I was afraid to tell others, for fear that others would laugh at me for being whimsical. When I was twelve years old, my father and I went to visit my uncle. He lived in the second middle school in the city, where I could hear Lang Lang reading every morning. After listening to it several times, I couldn't help reading with them. I can still hear them doing radio exercises there every morning. I listened to them carefully. I'd like to hear how they did it. But I'm disappointed. I can only hear their clapping and jumping, and the sound of their hands hitting their thighs when they are put down. As for the action method, no matter how hard I listen, I still know nothing. So I cried sadly. I have been asking God why everyone can see, read and do radio exercises, but I really can't see, read and do exercises. Why is this? Why?

A few days later, I followed my father back to my small mountain village and lived a long and tasteless life. I think my dream of reading this quilt is impossible anyway, so I can only stay in this mountain village all my life and wait for others to raise it. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I always cry secretly when no one is at home. I yearn for the outside life and their full reading life. Maybe my daily longing touched God and won his sympathy! God moved the headmaster of our village to help me. The headmaster learned that a blind person like me can go to school, so he signed me up first. 1994 One day, the headmaster of our village led two strangers to my house. He took my hand and shook them, and then told me that the teacher had come to pick me up for school. At that moment, I was shocked I can't believe it's true. I think this must be my own dream. But the teacher's voice is so gentle, his hands are so soft and warm, so real, I don't know if this is a dream or really such a good thing. My little hand clasped the hands of two teachers, and I kept asking the teachers all kinds of strange questions innocently-asking the teachers how to read and write, how to walk home, whether there is a talking bike for me to ride, and so on. The teacher patiently answered my questions one by one. Although their answers are different from what I thought, they are true and reasonable. With the pain of biting my lips with my teeth, I finally realized that all this was not my dream. So I skipped to see my grandmother with two teachers and the headmaster of our village. Before Lin left, my honest grandmother didn't want me to go to a school so far away from home because I was blind, but you persuaded my grandmother and teacher. You said, "Children can't always play at home like this. When they grow up, they must learn the skills of life. Otherwise, she will never be able to survive on her own, and she will have to live on others all her life. If you are tired, she will be tired herself. " When you saw my grandmother, you still couldn't make up your mind and said, "It will be fine. You can always rest assured that when the child arrives at school, I will take care of her as my own! " "

In this way, I walked out of the small mountain village under the guidance of my teacher. After a long journey all day, I finally came to Longyan City with my teacher and came to my dream school. As soon as I entered the school gate, I felt the comfort and beauty of the school When I walk on the smooth concrete floor, I can always smell the fear of flowers and the smell of grass. Across the playground, you took me directly to your own room. Although it was already late at night, you were afraid that I was hungry and took the trouble to cook a big bowl of hot noodles for me to eat. That night, you didn't trust me to stay at home, to sleep in the dormitory alone, and left me in your room to sleep with you. Teacher, how many times did I wake up that night? I regard you as my mother. Teacher: You are more considerate than your mother! The next day, you introduced me to other students and let me know that I am not the only one who can't see the world, so my mood gradually improved, and I was no longer sad about not seeing it, just like the pain of my blindness was shared. Later, you taught me how to take care of my daily life, how to get along with my classmates, learn to take care of myself and get used to collective life. Under your leadership, I gradually merged into the big family and the small society of the school from a little girl in a mountain village. Under the guidance of your hands, I learned how to touch Braille, read texts and write, and how much I want to learn radio practice.

To my surprise, on the afternoon of my first birthday at school, the teacher came into our dormitory, called me out and said to me, "Xiu, what day is it today?" I shook my head blankly. You added, "Today is your birthday. How did you forget? Happy birthday, teacher! Learn and progress! You are one year older, be good and listen to the teacher! " Say, you put three boiled eggs in my hand. I hold this boiling egg, and my tears can't help but stay. I have grown so big that no one remembers my birthday. No one has ever given me a birthday present. Teacher: You are more careful than my mother!

What impressed me even more was that the school organized us to visit Zhongshan Park that year. After hearing the news, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for days. Growing up, I haven't been to the park, and most of my classmates are as excited as me. We are counting the time every day, looking forward to this day coming soon!

This day has finally arrived. Early in the morning, led by our teacher, we came to Zhongshan Park in high spirits. A park, first of all, is a swing shelf, but most of us blind students have never played with this thing. So the teacher said, "Don't worry, everyone, line up one by one, and I'll push you." Everyone lined up and waited for the swing. Several students came down, and finally it was my turn. When I sit on the swing, you stand in front of the swing to protect my safety. First, you gently push the swing, but I don't think it's exciting enough. I keep asking you to push harder and harder. In order to make me have a good time, you must ignore your fatigue. According to my request, every time you hit it, the swing will be thrown high and fall heavily. My heart is like a congressman flying in the clouds, and then falls to the valley. I had a good time and didn't want to come down for a long time. Urged by my classmates who haven't turned yet, I reluctantly jumped off the swing frame. After I come down, you continue to push other students. I heard your deep breathing, but we didn't ask you to rest, didn't give you a moment's breathing time.

After the swing, in order to make full use of this hard-won opportunity to play, you still didn't stop to have a rest, and immediately went to show us all kinds of flowers and trees. Because we are all invisible blind people, you let us touch one hand at a time, regardless of your tired body, and tirelessly explain the shape of grass and the color of flowers to us. You explain where we are in contact. I seem to see those beautiful flowers in front of my eyes. You made me a healthy person that day. I forgot my blindness and all the unhappy things in my life. The next day, you were admitted to the hospital because of overwork. How I want to go to the hospital to see you and send you a bunch of flowers! But for various reasons, I didn't do it. From that day on, I have been feeling guilty. To this day, I still think about it in my heart.

In my seven years of study, the teacher took me back to my father's rented home under an umbrella in countless rainy days, and you spent countless holidays shopping with us. Due to family economic reasons, my tuition has not been paid off, and I have to drop out of school many times. It was you who insisted on letting me stay and continue my studies. It was you who led me on the road of self-reliance. It was you who taught me the truth of being a man. It was you who built a bridge between my hometown and society so that I could go to society smoothly. Without your hard work for so many years, there would be no me today, and there would be no me tomorrow ... your concern and love for me will never end! As I grow older, I understand that your hard work and selfless dedication have changed my life. Therefore, as time goes by, I miss you more deeply and appreciate you more deeply. Therefore, on Teacher's Day, I want to send my students the most sincere wishes and express my deep gratitude-I wish you a happy Teacher's Day, happiness forever and happiness forever.