Six 500-word essays on a person I respect in fifth grade

A 500-word composition about a person I respect in grades 1 and 5

The person I respect the most is my mother.

My mother is very capable. No housework is difficult for her, and cooking is her strong point. The food she cooks is very delicious. The dishes she often cooks include stir-fried pork, braised beef, spicy chicken, cabbage, cucumber, bitter gourd, potatoes... When my mother makes stir-fried pork, I put some chili peppers in it. When I eat it, my tongue It will feel hot, like it's on fire. Oddly, even though it was spicy, it was delicious.

The cabbage made by my mother is my favorite. When my mother makes cabbage, she doesn’t add any MSG. It looks very light, but when you eat it, it tastes sweet and delicious! The cucumbers she made are also my favorite. They are sweet, delicious and appetizing. The more I eat them, the more I want to eat them.

Not to mention how delicious the bitter gourd made by my mother is. When we mention bitter melon and read the word "bitter", we seem to feel the unbearable bitterness and don't want to eat it. But the bitter melon made by my mother is different. It is green in color and looks very fresh. It makes people want to eat it at the first sight. It tastes crunchy and a little sweet.

My mother is afraid that I will eat dirty things into my stomach, so when washing vegetables, I always wash them very carefully and cleanly. Moreover, my mother is very efficient in washing and cooking, and can prepare a large table of dishes in no time. During the Chinese New Year and festivals, my mother always cooks at our house. Her dishes are always a hit and we eat them up as soon as they arrive on the table.

This is my most respected and capable mother. Well, after reading the article, you also want to eat the food cooked by my mother! Whether you want to eat it or not, I really want to eat it! No more writing, I'm going to eat the food cooked by my mother.

A 500-word composition about a person I respect in grades 2 and 5

You want to ask me who the person I respect the most is? It's mom.

My mother has a helpful heart and is a very filial person. Take what happened last time as an example, which shows her helpfulness and filial piety. Last spring, our neighbor Jiang Zhirui's father had an accident while on a business trip. His (Jiang Zhirui's) mother was so sad that she shed tears. When my mother found out about this, she went to comfort her: "Don't be too sad. Sometimes in life That's it, there will inevitably be joys and sorrows. For the sake of your lovely son, cheer up!" The aunt nodded after hearing this.

My mother said again: "If you need help with anything in the future, just say it." Soon, the aunt went to work in Sanguandian, and Jiang Zhirui's lunch became a problem. When her mother heard about this, she immediately agreed Let Jiang Zhirui come to our house for dinner at noon. The aunt said movedly: "Thank you, you have really helped me a lot. Thank you so much." My mother said: "You're welcome. Neighbors should help each other!" That's it, we are still a couple until now. Good neighbors who help each other. My mother is better at filial piety. If you don’t believe me, just listen to me: The year before last, my grandma went back to her hometown in Zhuxi because of something. After living there for a while, she ran out of money. When my mother heard this, she hurriedly I went to the post office and sent more than 2,000 yuan to my grandma. There is no airtight wall in the world, because I was still young and ignorant at the time. After hearing about this incident, I burst into tears and complained that my mother should not have sent so much money at once and sent away my tuition fees. .

My mother patiently enlightened me and said: "As people get older, children should be more loving and filial. This is our responsibility and our obligation." After listening to my mother's words , I know my mother is right, and I won’t object if my mother sends money to grandma in the future.

A 500-word essay about a person I respect in grades 3 and 5

Everyone has someone they respect, some respect their teachers, some respect their parents , some people respect the sanitation workers who devote themselves silently...but it is my grandma who I respect.

My grandma is almost 80 years old this year. She has short ear-length hair, a medium and thin figure, a face full of wrinkles, and a head full of white hair. But her clothes were clean and her smile was kind.

At that time, due to various reasons, my grandma obeyed the family’s arrangement and married the poorest grandfather in the village. She only had a tile-roofed house with leaks here and there. At that time, my grandma was very unwilling and tried every means to make her life better, so she raised a lot of pigs, cut a lot of firewood, and then found the right opportunity to sell them. Soon, my grandfather’s family became the only one in the village that could afford bicycles and sewing machines.

Gradually, my father, uncle, and aunt were born one after another. Tragically, my uncle suffered from polio, which was almost impossible to cure at that time. Grandma was extremely sad and even despaired, but as long as she had a chance, she would try her best to heal her uncle. So, she listened to the old Chinese medicine doctor and gave her uncle traditional Chinese medicine all night long. She stayed up all night and stayed up all night. She stayed with her uncle in pain and cried with her uncle all night long. Soon, my uncle became the best child in the village to be cured of polio.

Later, my father, uncle, aunt, and I all got married one after another, and my brothers and sisters and I were born one after another. In order to enable us to study and get good books, my grandma persuaded my parents to work abroad. So, we became left-behind children.

But grandma supported the whole family. She took us to school, picked us up from school, took us to the fields and took us shopping. She makes her parents feel more at ease at home, and also makes her parents feel more at ease at work. Soon, our family moved to live on the street and became one of the few "urbanites" in the village.

Grandma had a hard time coming here. Now she is really old and tired, but she will always be the person I respect the most. Grandma, I hope everything is well with you!

A 500-word essay about a person I respect in the fourth and fifth grades

When it comes to respect, everyone will definitely think of one word - great, but the person I respect is a An ordinary sanitation worker. Although I don't know his name, he deserves my respect.

Every morning at five or six o'clock, I can always hear a "rustling" sound, but I don't know what it is, and I don't pay much attention to it. But one day, I suddenly I had a whim and wanted to explore the source of the sound.

In the morning, I heard the familiar "rustling" sound again. Driven by curiosity, I finally couldn't help it anymore. I had to go take a look and find out who it was. What are you doing so early?

I gently got out of bed and looked up at the sky. Sister Yue hadn’t gotten off work yet. When I opened the door, I saw this scene: an old man in his fifties or sixties. His hair was gray and there were deep wrinkles on his face. He was sweeping the floor seriously, not even letting go of the dust hiding in the gaps. Suddenly, he stopped. I thought he was tired and wanted to rest. However, I saw him take a bottle of water from his tricycle, walk to the place where he stopped, and then sprinkle some water there. It turned out that it was the unethical person who spit on the ground. He picked up the broom, swept it hard a few times, sprinkled a little water, and just like that, he swept it again a few more times, and the phlegm was finally swept away, with a relaxed smile on his face. At this moment, his image suddenly seemed much taller, and I suddenly felt a sense of admiration for him.

An ordinary sanitation worker does extremely extraordinary things, day after day, year after year, without interruption. They make great efforts for the cleanliness of the city and for our better life. Having learned so much, isn’t it worthy of our respect?

“Giving roses to others leaves fragrance in your hands.” The spirit of selfless dedication of sanitation workers deserves respect from all of us. Shouldn’t we learn from it? Let us be as dedicated as sanitation workers!

A 500-word essay on a person I respect in fifth grade

A pair of weather-beaten hands are always working non-stop; a pair of focused eyes are always staring closely The work in hand; a pair of sensitive ears that listen to the surroundings at any time; and a happy smile always on his face, this is him - the helpful cake seller downstairs!

He is a diligent man, young, about forty years old. He is very kind to people. The characteristics of his pancakes are that they are large and have a lot of pits in them. The surface is sprinkled with many fragrant and sweet sesame seeds. He often attracts many people to come here to buy pancakes. There is also a crowd in front of his stall. The place is always full of people.

The cakes taste very delicious. I like to eat his cakes. Not only does it taste good, but another reason is that he is very warm and loyal to people, which makes me respect him very much.

I remember one day, it was raining. I thought the weather was bad and there were not many people buying cakes, so I went to buy some cakes to eat. I took the change my mother gave me and went downstairs to buy pancakes. From a distance, I saw no one in front of his stall. I was so happy that I walked over quickly and saw that there were only three pies left on the plate. Originally I wanted to buy one, but when I saw the tempting cakes, I wanted to buy all three cakes. But I counted my money and found that it was not enough, so I said to my uncle: "Uncle, I don't have enough money. Can you leave me two cakes?" "Of course you can! But you can eat it first if you are hungry." You can pay me later!" My uncle said and put all three cakes into my bag. I was stunned and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't give you the money?" "What are you afraid of? You have to be honest in business. , You must trust others as a person. Besides, if you are hungry, you must not be hungry because of money! You must eat enough when you are growing. Take it, go back quickly." Uncle gave me the cake and turned around. Back to busy with his business. I took the cake and immediately went home to get the money.

As soon as I got home, I started to look for money, but I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and couldn't find the money. I had to wait for my mother to come back.

A few hours later, my mother finally returned home. I took the money and hurried to the pie stall. I found that the stall was closed and my uncle was about to ride away. He saw me and said, "What's the matter? What's the matter?" "Uncle, I'm here. "Repay the money." "Oh, come to think of it, you are really trustworthy." "No, you taught me this."

A 500-word essay about a person I respect in the sixth and fifth grade.

The person I respect the most is my father.

My father is in his thirties. His black hair has turned gray over time. He has a pair of glasses on his nose and a peeling mouth. Why is it said to be peeling? The reason is that my father is always on business trips, and his mouth is blown into disarray by the wind: the skin is even standing on his lips! Dad often licks it and puts some mom's lip balm on it to make his mouth look nicer.

Dad is the best to me, I am his baby! When I go on a business trip, instead of buying me clothes, I buy toys and expensive snacks. Last time I went to Xi'an, I bought a silk dress and a big bag of beef jerky. I was reluctant to eat the juice and peanuts on the plane, so I ate them all.

However, although my father loves me and cares for me, he is very strict with my studies!

Last time a teacher corrected my paper and made a question that was originally wrong into a correct one. That was a 6-point question. Dad noticed it when he was reading the paper and said to me: "Mao Er, you go to school tomorrow and ask the teacher to change this question back and give it the wrong number!" When I heard this, I cried and fussed: "I don't, no. !" Dad frowned: "No, if you don't go, I'll go." I had to obey.

Dad is very honest. One time, he broke one of his mother's favorite flower plates. Before her mother noticed, his father admitted his mistake to her: "My dear wife, I accidentally broke one of your favorite plates. I'm sorry." When my mother heard this, she rushed into the kitchen like a rocket. When she came out, she couldn't laugh or cry: "I forgive you. Oh, it's my plate!"

Dad is a capable and hard-working man in the company. If we compare our family to animals If we talk about it, my father is an old ox, my mother is a hen, and I am a little pig that sleeps when it is full.

My father is a college student. He talks endlessly about the truth and explains the topics to me seriously. If I don’t understand, he will take the trouble to explain it again until I understand it.

How is it? Does my father deserve my respect?