Writing essays using borrowed objects to think about people

1. A 500-word essay on borrowing things to reflect on others

The cow is very ordinary, but it is also great.

The cow has a pair of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and a slender tail. Young and strong cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, cowhide can be used to make shoes, and beef can be eaten.

In the countryside, you can see it everywhere. The cow dedicated his life to people, but died silently in a corner of the cowshed without asking for anything in return.

No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it has done for us after it dies. This is how cattle are born in the world in obscurity and leave in obscurity, but they leave many things to people.

But it never asked for anything, as long as a pile of hay and a cowshed were enough. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "With a cold brow and a thousand fingers, I bow my head and am willing to be a ox."

What a cow eats is grass, but what it milks is milk. This unknown cow reminds me of people like it in life.

Farmers, factory workers, and school teachers are like cattle, working in obscurity without asking for much in return. And how can society continue to exist without them? Without farmers, people would have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there would be no high-rise buildings; without teachers, students would not be able to learn knowledge.

In the West, there are many such people. On July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those volunteers who participated in the development of the western region.

They endured cold weather, drought and floods, and brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland. Even though it was so difficult, they persevered.

But how much did they get in return? Don’t we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works harder, everyone can achieve obscurity and selfless dedication. I respect the cow. It is diligent, hard-working, and selflessly dedicated to people in obscurity.

It can be compared with pine trees and poplars; it can stand and sit with the "four great gentlemen". I must learn from this spirit of cattle. 2. A two-hundred-word essay about borrowing things to reflect on people

Today, it was drizzling. I opened the shoe cabinet and heard a crisp sound of ***. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a baby in the neck. A poodle with a small bell. "Beibei..." I couldn't help shouting out loud, and the train of memory took me back to that spring... "Woof, woof, woof," Beibei called me affectionately, I deliberately Throw the shoe to the other side, and the little guy will always pick it up cleverly. Since discovering that it has this ability last weekend, it has practiced this method no less than ten times a day. I don’t want to be a first-level tamer. The dog master is just for fun. "Are you still having fun? Go clean up and go to the street with me later!" Mom went upstairs and said, "That's great! I'm bored to death at home every day!" I put on my shoes excitedly, and just when I was about to go down, my mother came to the ground and said regretfully: "Forget it, it's getting cloudy, I won't go, let's go another day!" Hey, what a damn weather! My interest suddenly dropped and I crawled back into bed again. "Woof, woof woof", Beibei was still there clamoring for me to play with it. When I got angry, I deliberately made a shoe and threw it out the window. Then he quickly hid the shoes behind his back. The silly guy was really anxious to go downstairs and put the shoes on for me. I was so excited that I finally got rid of the noise and got a moment of peace, and fell asleep unknowingly. Composition Wake up Come on, it's already dark, and there's the sound of rain pattering outside the window. The raindrops are hitting the window. It's really starting to rain. What's even more annoying is that I forgot to close the window, and the rain came in and wet half of the ground. Yeah, Shoes, Beibei! My head suddenly woke up. I went downstairs like crazy and searched every room but there was no sign of my clever little guy. I rushed out of the house and saw a dark and noisy world of rain. "Beibei! Bei-bei-" I shouted all over the world, but the "woof" sound never appeared... The next day, I went looking for it with my parents early in the morning, but we couldn't find it. On the third day, too, Not found. On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day... Beibei seemed to have disappeared from this world, taking the sneakers in his heart with him... He never wore that pair of sneakers again, not because of seeing him. Thinking of things and people, but because of guilt. It rained all night again. The next day, the rain stopped. Beibei, it’s time for you to go home...

3. A two-hundred-word essay about borrowing things to reflect on people

Today, it was drizzling. I opened the shoe cabinet and heard a crisp sound of ***. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be a baby in the neck. A poodle with a small bell. "Beibei..." I couldn't help shouting out loud, and the train of memory took me back to that spring...

"Woof, woof woof" Beibei was kind. The ground called me, and I deliberately threw the shoe to the other side. At this time, the little guy would always pick it up cleverly. Since discovering that it had such an ability last weekend, it has practiced this method no less than ten times a day. I have not I don't want to be a first-class dog trainer, I just want to have fun.

"Are you still having fun? Go clean up and go to the street with me later!" Mom came upstairs and said , "That's great! I'm bored to death at home every day!" I put on my shoes excitedly, and just when I was about to go out, I saw my mother said regretfully: "Forget it, it's getting cloudy soon, I won't go, let's go another day!" "Hey, what a damn weather! My interest suddenly dropped and I climbed back into bed again. Composition

"Woof, woof woof", Beibei was still there clamoring for me to play with it. When I got angry, I deliberately pulled my shoes off. I made a motion of throwing it out the window, and then quickly hid the shoes behind my back. The stupid guy was really anxious to go downstairs and give me the shoes.

I felt happy that I finally got rid of the noise. There was a moment of tranquility and excitement, and I fell asleep unconsciously. Composition

When I woke up, it was already dark, and there was the sound of rain pattering outside the window. The raindrops hit the window. It really started to rain, and it was even worse. I was so angry that I forgot to close the window, and the rain came in and wet half of the floor. Oh, shoes, Beibei! My head suddenly woke up. I went downstairs like crazy and searched every room but there was no sign of my clever little guy. I rushed out of the house and saw a dark and noisy world of rain. "Beibei! Bei-bei-" I shouted all over the world, but there was never that "woof" sound...

The next day, I went looking for it with my parents early in the morning, but there was no result. Found it.

On the third day, it was not found either.

The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...

Beibei was like this. It was as if it had disappeared from the world, taking the sneakers in its heart with it...

I never wore those sneakers again, not because I missed the person after seeing them, but because of guilt.

It rained all night again. The next day, the rain stopped. Beibei, it’s time for you to go home... 4. A 500-word essay on borrowing things to remember people

Cows are very ordinary, but they are also Very great.

The cow has a pair of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and a slender tail. Young and strong cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, cowhide can be used to make shoes, and beef can be eaten. In the countryside, you can see it everywhere. The cow dedicated his life to people, but died silently in a corner of the cowshed without asking for anything in return. No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it has done for us after it dies. This is how cattle are born in the world in obscurity and leave in obscurity, but they leave many things to people. But it never asked for anything, as long as a pile of hay and a cowshed were enough. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A cold brow is pointed at a thousand men, but one bows his head and is willing to be a ruthless cow." The cow eats grass, but milks it for milk.

This unknown cow reminds me of people like it in life. Farmers, factory workers, and school teachers are like cattle, working in obscurity without asking for much in return. And how can society continue to exist without them? Without farmers, people would have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there would be no high-rise buildings; without teachers, students would not be able to learn knowledge.

In the West, there are many such people. On July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those volunteers who participated in the development of the western region. They endured cold weather, drought and floods, and brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland. Even though it was so difficult, they persevered. But how much did they get in return? Don’t we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works harder, everyone can achieve obscurity and selfless dedication.

I respect the cow. It is diligent, hard-working and makes selfless contributions to people in obscurity. It can be compared with pine trees and poplars; it can stand and sit with the "four great gentlemen". I must learn from this spirit of cattle. 5. Write an essay about borrowing things and remembering people: My uncle is more than 400 words

Students, after reading this topic, you must have thought that my uncle was a big man. No, no, my uncle is bigger than me. I am still two years younger, and his name is Miao Yi.

He is chubby, with a pair of round and big eyes embedded under his thick eyebrows. His skin is white and rosy, and he is short. Among his peers, he is considered to be "outstanding". .

Why should I call him uncle? In his words: "I am older!" He often boasts in front of others that he is my uncle. He often uses his status as uncle to oppress me.

I remember one time, he put on the air of an adult in front of me again, saying that I was poor at sports and that I should exercise more. He said that I was poor before, but I usually exercise more. His sports were like a dwarf walking on stilts - he grew a lot, and he used to skip rope. I couldn't even dance once, but now I can dance more than a hundred times. I was so angry that I rolled my eyes. I really couldn't open the pot and pick it up. Another time, with his hands on his waist and an old-fashioned look, he ran up to me and said to me: "Chen Junji's grandson." I was self-defeating and thought it was Long Live Chen Junji! It made everyone burst into laughter. It embarrasses me so much.

But sometimes he is also very cute. Once, he called me "grandson, grandson". I had an idea and said, "Miao Yi, your shoelaces are loose." He was really fooled. , as soon as he lowered his head, I shouted: "Ping - Sheng." I did this every time, and he was fooled every time, making him blush with anger.

Usually his father and mother are very busy, so he always goes home alone, eats, sleeps by himself, and completes his homework consciously without letting his father and mother worry. His grades were among the best in the class, which made me admire him from the bottom of my heart.

My little uncle is a cute but immature man. I believe everyone who meets him will like him. 6. An essay about plants that reflect people’s feelings through borrowed objects

Everyone says flowers are beautiful, but I love pine trees.

In autumn, the flowers wither, the grass withers, and the leaves of many trees have fallen. However, the pine tree stretches its branches and leaves in the autumn wind and rain. Its leaves are like long dark green needles, The skin is also like pieces of tape interlaced and attached to the trunk. Bunches of needle-like leaves swayed in the autumn wind, as if to say: "Don't be afraid of the wind."

In the cold winter, goose feathers and heavy snow were flying in the air, and the biting cold wind whistled and swayed violently. with pine trees. Large swaths of snowflakes pressed against the pine tree, and its branches were covered with thick snow. Both wind and snow want to conquer the pine trees, but the pine trees defeat the wind and snow again and again with their tenacious perseverance and cold resistance, waiting for the arrival of spring.

Spring is here, and the misty spring rain is nurturing all things like milk. The pine trees also bloomed under the nourishment of spring rain. Small yellow flowers grow on the branches, smiling and laughing in the warm spring breeze... As long as you touch the branches with your hands, the yellow-green pollen falls like smoke, and the warm spring breeze slowly floats. go.

I love pine trees, and I love their meticulous dedication even more. The trunk of the pine tree is excellent wood and can be used to make paper; the leaves of the pine tree can be used to refine volatile oil; the sap of the pine tree can be used to make rosin and turpentine; its branches and roots can be used as fuel to make torches to light people's way forward. In summer, it opens a big umbrella to let people enjoy the cool air... Pine flowers are so beautiful and fragrant that humans, even if they are broken into pieces, they will not complain.

I looked at the row of pine trees in the distance and thought silently: I also want to be someone who cannot be crushed, as tenacious and heroic as the pine trees, and a person who will serve the motherland throughout his life. 7. Borrowing things to think of people Composition 700 Junior High School

I have a car, which is placed in the upper right corner of my desk. Every time I come home from school, it accompanies me to do my homework. When I see the car every day, I feel like It reminds me of its original owner, Sister Awei.

The car is not only realistic in shape, but its chassis is also made of aluminum alloy die-casting. This seemingly ordinary car has an unusual The story.

One day last summer, my father’s friend’s daughter, Sister Awei, was ill. We went to visit. My sister was very happy when she saw me. She pointed at the dazzling array of toys in the cabinet and pointed at me Said: "You can choose whatever you want." I chose a small car model. My sister said: "This is the symbolic model of our company! There are only a few of them, and only a few owners..." After listening, I carefully moved the car Put it back in its original place. My sister said affectionately: "Since you chose it, it shows that you are very discerning. I decided to give it to you. But my sister has a hope for you: you must study hard now and create better things in the future." "It's an advanced car!" I took over the car as I wished and felt it was so heavy in my hand...

When I got home, my father pointed at the car in my hand and said, "Wei." My sister has studied hard since she was a child. After graduating from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, she went to the United States to obtain a master's degree. Because of her excellent grades, she was recommended by the school to the world-famous G&E Company. She was developing new high-efficiency cars when she was just under 30 years old. A major breakthrough was made in the battery project. For this reason, I was rated as a senior engineer.” After listening to my father’s story, I felt that the weight of the car in my hands was much heavier.

One day half a year later, my father picked up the After making a phone call, he said to his mother in a serious tone: "Prepare a black suit for me. I will go to see the nurse tomorrow. The child is gone and died young!" This sudden bad news was like a bolt from the blue. I was dreaming. I didn’t expect that this car would become a bequest from Sister Ah Wei.

From then on, I placed the car neatly in the upper right corner of my desk as my motto, Sister Ah Wei. The spirit of diligent study will always inspire me... 8. Write a composition about borrowing things to reflect on others: My uncle

My uncle is a tall man, he is humorous and talks and laughs happily.

Many people like him very much because of his personality and are willing to make friends with him. Although my uncle is now in Guangzhou, he still keeps in touch with friends.

Whenever he returns to Anyang, there will always be many friends to greet him, and it is the same when he returns to Guangzhou. I like my uncle very much.

Every time my uncle comes from Guangzhou, he travels thousands of miles to bring me a variety of Guangzhou specialties with unique flavors. My favorite is mung bean cake, which is fragrant and sweet. My uncle is an English teacher and he is very concerned about my English learning.

He encouraged me to study hard and asked me to learn English well from elementary school. My uncle's English proficiency was already very high, but he still didn't forget to study. At almost 40 years old, he unexpectedly got admitted to graduate school.

His spirit of studying hard gave me the motivation to study. I am determined to treat learning as fun like my uncle.

In order to learn English well, I also participated in off-campus English classes on Saturdays and Sundays. I am now more and more interested in English and can answer questions eagerly in class.

My uncle was very happy to hear that my English had improved significantly, and he sent me many English books in the mail, as well as the little people's books that I never tire of reading. When I saw these books, I jumped up and down happily and couldn't put it down, reading each book.

The Chinese New Year is almost here, and uncle will be back soon. In order to meet my uncle, I must study hard and get excellent grades.

I will never let down the care of my teachers, parents and uncles. 9. Write an essay using metaphors to describe people, about 400 words

As the calendar turns over page by page, time flies by.

When night falls, every house turns on the lights. When I was about to open my schoolbag and do my homework, the battery suddenly ran out.

At this time, I thought of the half candle that I thought was left in the corner. A candle that is more than ten centimeters long is so insignificant in the eyes of others.

But it can bring us benefits. When there is no electricity, candles can bring us a bit of light, a bit of romance, and some warmth. Every time I think of candles, I think: "Spring silkworms will die until they die." When the silk is gone, the candle turns to ashes and tears begin to dry up. "I think candles not only give us light, but more importantly, they have a spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice.

Just like a teacher, he instills his life's knowledge into us without reservation. Teachers are an inconspicuous candle, a candle that devotes silently at critical moments. They sacrifice their precious youth, but they cultivate batches of pillars for the country.

Teachers are selfless and they deserve all praise. The cow is ordinary, but it is also great.

The cow has a pair of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and a slender tail. Young and strong cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, cowhide can be used to make shoes, and beef can be eaten.

In the countryside, you can see it everywhere. The cow dedicated his life to people, but died silently in a corner of the cowshed without asking for anything in return.

No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it has done for us after it dies. This is how cattle are born in the world in obscurity and leave in obscurity, but they leave many things to people.

But it never asked for anything, as long as a pile of hay and a cowshed were enough. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "A cold-browed man can look down upon a thousand men, but he bows his head and is content to be a bully cow."

The cow eats grass, but milks it for milk. This unknown cow reminds me of people like it in life.

Farmers, factory workers, and school teachers are like cattle, working in obscurity without asking for much in return. And how can society continue to exist without them? Without farmers, people would have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there would be no high-rise buildings; without teachers, students would not be able to learn knowledge.

In the West, there are many such people. On July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those volunteers who participated in the development of the western region.

They endured cold weather, drought and floods, and brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland. Even though it was so difficult, they persevered.

But how much did they get in return? Don’t we have such a spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works harder, everyone can achieve obscurity and selfless dedication. I respect the cow. It is diligent, hard-working, and selflessly dedicated to people in obscurity.

It can be compared with pine trees and poplars; it can stand and sit with the "four great gentlemen". I must learn from the spirit of the cow! (2) Using things as metaphors for people - Source of plum blossoms: I praise the steadfast pines and cypresses, I praise the hedge chrysanthemums that brave the west wind, I praise the lotus for showing its contempt for the mud, but I even more praise the plum blossoms for blooming proudly in the snow.

When all the flowers wither, only the plum blossoms are vibrant. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, we stand proudly in the biting cold wind.

In the middle of winter, the ground is freezing and the sky is cold, but the plum blossoms blooming proudly against the snow are blooming so brightly. The fragrance of the stock is refreshing.

The flowers are white with red inside, and the petals are smooth and transparent, as if they were carved from amber or jasper, with a bit of ice-cold elegance. Some are as bright as morning glow, some are as white as auspicious snow, and some are as green as jasper.

Plum blossoms may bloom early or late. On the same plum tree, you can see various forms of blooming. Some are waiting shyly, with tender and lovely pink buds; some have just bloomed, and a few little bees have gotten in, greedily sucking the pollen; some have been blooming for a long time, with tender pink petals that are lovely; previously they were lively and lively The plum blossoms that once bloomed have now withered petals.

When the wind blows the flowers and falls, you don’t have to worry about the petals breaking. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder it is, the more wind and snow pressure it has, the more energetic and delicate it blooms. There is a saying from the ancients: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

What blows it is not the gentle spring breeze, but the biting cold wind; what moisturizes it is not the cool and sweet fragrance. Rain, but freezing ice and snow; what shines on it is not the bright sunshine, but a ray of setting sun in the severe cold. Only a challenging life is a good life.

It was a proud fragrance in the cold. Facing the fluttering white snow, she smiled even brighter. It never competes with the flowers for the bright spring, nor does it show off its beauty. It is proud and never arrogant.

Every morning in the cold winter, a unique, elegant fragrance floats from the window. It is not only its elegant and elegant demeanor that makes ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also its ice (3) flowers. I praise the steadfast pines and cypresses, I praise the hedge chrysanthemums that brave the west wind, I praise the lotus's arrogance in the mud, but I even more Praise the plum blossoms in full bloom.

When all the flowers wither, only the plum blossoms are vibrant. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, we stand proudly in the biting cold wind.

In the middle of winter, the ground is freezing and the sky is cold, but the plum blossoms blooming proudly against the snow are blooming so brightly. The fragrance of the stock is refreshing.

The flowers are white with red inside, and the petals are smooth and transparent, as if they were carved from amber or jasper, with a bit of ice-cold elegance. Some are as bright as morning glow, some are as white as auspicious snow, and some are as green as jasper.

Plum blossoms may bloom early or late. On the same plum tree, you can see various forms of blooming. Some are waiting shyly, with tender and lovely pink buds; some have just bloomed, and a few little bees have gotten in, greedily sucking the pollen; some have been blooming for a long time, with tender pink petals that are lovely; previously they were lively and lively The plum blossoms that once bloomed have now withered petals.

When the wind blows the flowers and falls, you don’t have to worry about the petals breaking. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder it is, the more windy and snowy it is, the more energetic and delicate it blooms. There is a saying from the ancients: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

What blows it is not the gentle spring breeze, but the biting cold wind; what moisturizes it is not the cool and sweet fragrance. Rain, but freezing ice and snow; what shines on it is not the bright sunshine, but a ray of setting sun in the severe cold. Only a challenging life is a good life.

It was a proud fragrance in the cold. Facing the fluttering white snow, she smiled even brighter. It never goes with hundreds.