Association of 450 words in street lamp composition

Li Huiling, a 10-year-old girl who came with her mother, is wandering in the street because her mother can't find a job. After school, she is eager to study. By chance, Chen, a girl from a primary school near Qianlong Bay in Shekou, met her. Every day after school, she teaches Li Huiling to read and draw with textbooks under dim street lights. This touching scene has recently become a scene on Xinghua Road in Shekou. According to the report, on the 22nd, the reporter met Li Huiling's mother, Feng Li, at the bus stop in Qianlong Bay, Xinghua Road opposite the Hsi Chin Hotel in Shekou. Li Feng sat under the awning of the bus station with three bags and clothes. She is drawing a picture on a book for her daughter with a marker. Li Feng told reporters that she is from Dawei Town, lingchuan county, Guilin, Guangxi. 10 years ago was sold to Jiexi County, Guangdong Province, married and had children. After divorcing her husband a few years ago, she returned home with her daughter Li Huiling. Because the economic conditions at home are also very difficult, she has no life. A few months ago, she came to Shenzhen with her daughter, ready to go to an acquaintance to find a job. I didn't find an acquaintance, a job or money. I just live on the street. Several passers-by confirmed to reporters that Feng Li and her daughter had been wandering around Qianlong Bay on Xinghua Road for more than half a month, and their daily lives depended on a few good people nearby.

Feng Li told reporters that her daughter Li Huiling came to Shenzhen with her after finishing the second grade of primary school, and now she can't study because she has no fixed address. She is very sad, but there is really nothing she can do. Feng Li said that her daughter wanted to study very much and pestered her every day, asking her mother to be her teacher and teach her to study. If there were any books to read, my daughter would be in the third grade now. Li Feng pointed to a parcel she was carrying with her and said that the thick stack of exercise books and picture books in it belonged to her daughter. My daughter likes drawing very much. The picture book is full of her photos. On several occasions, a kind person gave her some money to buy food, and her daughter took it to the store and bought a picture book. Every day, when it's time to go to school and leave school, my daughter will stare at them enviously for a long time when she sees children of the same age carrying schoolbags to school.

Those who love reading know Chen, a fourth-grade primary school student who passes by here every day. One day, Chen was reading picture books while walking on the road. When I saw that Chen's picture book was very good, she also looked at it and followed her. Chen lent the picture book. In this way, the two became good friends. Residents nearby told reporters that every afternoon after school, Chen came to the place where she lived with her mother, carrying her schoolbag, reading her own textbooks, bringing her own picture books and helping her with her lessons. Li Huiling was very happy at this time. Two little girls are sitting on the ground, close to each other. They discuss the contents of books, read picture books and tell their stories at school and in the street. They often laugh happily. Chen often brings delicious food from home, while painting for Chen. These two good friends talk about everything. A photographer saw the scene of studying with Chen Yiqi under the dim street lamp and was deeply moved, so he took this scene. He said, one is a school student aged 12, and the other is an out-of-school girl aged 10; One is wearing a beautiful school uniform and the other is in rags; One has a warm home, but the other lives in the street, but there is no gap between them. That kind of intimacy is moving.

It's really touching. How can you not be moved? The innocent and selfless love of this little girl, who is only 12 years old, seems like a warm current in her heart. In other words, it seems to give most adults who are addicted to the pursuit of material desires and seem numb the most profound lesson. A simple behavior in the eyes of the little girl really embodies the great love that human beings should have, and it is precisely because of us adults that we should be role models or models for the little girl. However, we have long been accustomed to or used to the intrigue, indifference and even indifference that invade our social body. In fact, our constant struggle and competition are often selfish excuses; After reading this little girl's story, I realized that this 12-year-old girl is not only the teacher of homeless girls, but in fact, in a sense, she is more like the teacher of our adults. She is teaching us how to behave with her kind heart. Who can not be moved by such a girl? Her noble kindness makes the thoughts of mercenary people look so low and dirty, and it also makes us think deeply and reflect. Our society needs to reflect, besides material pursuit, it should also have a minimum moral return.

Therefore, I think that the behavior of 12-year-old girl not only brings us feelings, but also reviews and examines the overall moral values and values that have been seriously distorted in China society, and even makes us adults feel ashamed of her behavior to a great extent; As long as we close our eyes, we will see that from top to bottom, our eyes are full of desires, powerful officials are corrupt, and nouveau riche collude with officials and businessmen to profit from them and live a luxurious life. Judge Nanjing's "analysis according to common sense" buried human kindness in his heart, and ordinary people also learned to be insensitive and stand by. Experts and scholars who speak for the rich have cornered the disadvantaged and the poor. The false advertisements, erotic performances and other means of making money by celebrities are no less than those hooligans who abduct and rob the streets. This city decorated by young ladies' mistresses has long forgotten the traditional values of our society. It is true that it is difficult to make a living now, but it seems that it is not the real poor who cry in the media all day, but the doctors and civil servants who enjoy life while collecting red envelopes and black money. Officials and police dare to claim that they are "vulnerable groups/bodies" in the media, with black and white upside down and chaos. Think about the actions of those ugly public servants, the case of whoring with young girls, the incident of molesting young girls and other sensational news, which can only be described in one sentence, that is materialism, moral decline and lack of faith. Therefore, the story of teaching a homeless girl to read under the lamp of a 12-year-old girl is like a lotus flower in the mud, a breeze in the turbid current and a warm current in the cold current, which makes people who are struggling to make a living in reality see the long-lost love and touch, and may make the lost people see the moral light.

We will also think, how many out-of-school children like Li Huiling are there, even street children who are out of school? Even with the help of Chen, a girl of 12 years old, who can paint and read for a while, how many practical problems can she really solve? Chen's little girl is only out of pure love, but what should be ashamed of is the society that makes children homeless and what we call compulsory education and its implementers. As an education department, we can take it for granted that we can turn a blind eye to homeless children and feel at ease, but how much substantive significance does it have to us to be moved by a little girl of 12 years old? After all, only touching can't help street children who are out of school.

Anyway, Chen, a 12-year-old girl, is a good girl, which deserves our touching and deep thinking.

street lamp

Every day, every day, I see them. They have taken root-in a land that is not suitable for taking root.

One day, on a hot and melancholy afternoon, I was walking on the sidewalk, listening to my lonely footsteps shuttle. Suddenly, I saw them again. Suddenly found that there is such a complete language in the world of trees.

I stopped quietly, trying to understand a story they told:

We are a row of trees, standing in the dust of the city.

Many friends say we shouldn't stand here. In fact, we know this better than anyone. Our home is on the mountain, in the dark virgin forest. And we actually stand here, standing on the roadside of these two lanes, which is undoubtedly a kind of degeneration. Our companions are all sucking dew and playing with cool clouds. What about us? As you can see, our only decoration is a shaking ash.

Yes, our fate has been arranged. In this industrial city full of cars and chimneys, our existence is just a sad ornament. But you can save your sympathy, because this fate is actually our own choice-otherwise, we won't have to grow green leaves in spring and give shade in summer. The sacred cause is always painful, but only this kind of pain can give us depth.

As night falls, the whole city is full of complicated strings and hurried flutes, all red lights and green wine. And we are in silence, we are in the dark, we are in the loneliness that is not understood. However, we gritted our teeth hard until the flag of the morning glow, Ran Ran, rose and we stood in a row to pay tribute-in any case, someone in our city must meet the sun! If no one else greets us, we will be responsible for welcoming the light.

At this time, perhaps an early child came over and greedily breathed fresh and clean air. This is our proudest moment. Yes, maybe everyone has long been accustomed to filth, but we still stubbornly create a sense of freshness that is not cherished.

Maybe we are happiest when it rains. The news that the rain brought to our old friends brought us back to the carefree old forest in our imagination. We cried in the rain, and we always loved life there-even though we gave it up.

Standing in the dust of the city, we are a sad and happy tree.

When the story was finished, there was silence all around. A story with neither plot nor episode, but I heard them sigh deeply. I know this story touched them at least. Then, I heard another deeper sigh-I knew it was my own.

Fourth Floor

It's better to write it yourself so as not to be found.

Fifth Floor

Who lit up a bright sky for people in the dark? Who is still standing tall and serving people under the impact of storms? It's that humble street lamp.

In the night when you can't see your fingers, when you walk in the street, what exists in your field of vision is not the bustling street, but also the "worker" who often stops at night-the street lamp. On a stormy night, when you walk in the street, you will be bent by the cold. At this moment, you look up at the street lamp, still so tall and straight, and use your only ability to bring people a bright world and let pedestrians walk unimpeded.

Speaking of street lamps, I can't help thinking of the teachers who fought on the education front. The street lamp is my lighting lamp at night, but the teacher is my "indicator light" on the road of life. I am a middle school student. Everything the teacher said to me was a ray of light from the "guiding light". Although it was a small beam of light, he guided me to choose the right path without going astray. I walked through a part of my life without being stopped by his light.

Street lamp, you are the eternal luminous body in people's darkness, the only strong person in the wind and rain, and the greatest brave person in people's hearts. You are my role model. I want to learn from you, your indomitable spirit and your mentality of serving the people. Learn the noble quality of doing things for others without considering your own safety.

Street lamp! You are a lamp, I am a pedestrian, who is my illuminator except you in the dark? I want to follow your example, be a strong person, and build my distant and brilliant future with my strong body and noble personality.