Do it. I took a broom and cleaned it happily. I started from the sixth floor and swept down layer by layer. I will collect cigarette butts, scraps of paper, peels and leaves on each floor, then sweep them into the dustbin and pour them into the dustbin downstairs. I forgot to rest after sweeping the floor. I brought a basin of clean water, wet the rag and carefully wiped the handrail of the stairs from top to bottom. After wiping, I looked at the water in the basin and couldn't help laughing-it was darker than the water in the sewer.
Uncle Shi, who lives on the first floor, saw me cleaning and said cheerfully, "Isn't this a living Lei Feng?" I turned around and said shyly, "Hello, uncle, I walk here every day to see the dirty things and clean them up." Uncle said admiringly, "It's good to learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds. I didn't find you have this spirit before, which deserves praise. I don't think you should call Ai Tiantian in the future, just call Ai Leifeng. " Uncle Shi said, touched my head and walked away with a smile.
After more than twenty minutes of hard work, the corridor was cleaned. Looking at the brand-new corridor, I feel sweaty, but I feel full, happy and relaxed. I just realized that it is really glorious and proud to do something good for everyone! Mom and dad also praised me for growing up and being sensible.
The corridor is where everyone passes every day. If everyone loves it and keeps it clean, our living environment will be more beautiful, warm and harmonious.
I decided that I should always do something easy to do in the future, such as helping my mother with housework and doing my own thing, instead of being a "little emperor" who "has food in his mouth and clothes in his hand", and strive to be a self-reliant person.
2. Write a composition entitled "Warmth in the Corridor". The weather in late autumn is warm. The dew is cold and the wind is cold. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground are rolled up by the wind, spinning in the air, just falling and being rolled up ... people's faces are full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless.
Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear ... that was a beggar.
She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms.
Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She snuggled up to the child and hugged her tightly. She couldn't wait to give half of her body temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking ... At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, as simple as grass and Buddha, and even the wood was torn off, which was extremely biting and violent. She shuddered.
However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She holds the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still asleep, as if she doesn't know the predicament he faces, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, making me feel warm. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm ... "Warm" is autumn.
There is already a hint of coolness in the air. Walking under the tree, a fallen leaf fell quietly.
I thought its life was over, useless and meaningless, and it was time to return to the dust. But it happened to fall on me, giving me warmth and encouragement when I was disappointed, and letting me know not to waste this life.
When I first found this leaf, I didn't even look at it. I just put it in a book. I don't even know which book I put it in. To me, it's just a small leaf that is yellow and about to turn into powder.
Because I will never know its mission, its fragility, its warmth ... the winter vacation is coming, but it also means that the final exam is coming. Of course, I am in a hurry to review. Every day, the sky is gloomy and gloomy. I'm bored to death except reviewing every day. When I think of that leaf, I often think of a sentence. I think if a leaf is meaningless, what is the meaning of that person's life? But I have been unable to answer this question. In this way, I have been reviewing with this question, and that leaf has been with me.
But I didn't do well in the exam in the end. When I was wandering around the community, the leaf suddenly fell from the book and picked it up. The leaves are not cold at this time, and now they make me feel very warm. I thought it was the only one who could listen to me quietly now! Touching this leaf, I suddenly understood that the moment it fell from the tree, just like people, it fell silently after completing its mission, which is unfair! But this is life. For it, its mission is to go to Qiu Lai and Qiu Lai, Qiu Lai in the spring; For people, it is to live well and do what you should do in your lifetime. Although life is full of misfortune, it can't be like this, because one's life can't be smooth sailing.
Thinking of this, I am full of hope for tomorrow and the next tomorrow or the day when my life ends. Maybe a small leaf can give me warmth, just listen to me quietly, just give me inspiration, but this is the warmth that a small yellow leaf that almost turns into powder can give me, that's all.
"Warm" is warm, and the world is full of warmth. Just like the sunshine in winter, although it is not strong.
But it's always memorable. We played a game: Unity Circle, Trust Sit.
All the people form a circle and sit on the lap of the man behind. We trust each other and sit on the lap of the person behind us completely at ease.
In the sky, a ray of sunshine shines on us, and we laugh. It is the mutual trust between classmates that keeps us warm! Later, everyone's legs began to hurt slightly.
The monitor sang a song for us. In our small circle, I think of a firm and melodious song.
It is this song that inspires us and keeps us warm! It's almost over, and finally someone is starting to insist. All the people greeted him eagerly.
"What's the matter with you?" "Are you all right?" "Can you hold on?" This place is full of care and friendship. It is the concern of our classmates that keeps us warm! That classmate cried and laughed.
Tears glistened with firm eyes. Bite your teeth and stick to it.
It is this classmate's determination not to be afraid of pain that keeps us warm! In such a small matter, full of trust, hard work, persistence, encouragement and unity. Everything is warm.
In winter, the faint sunshine shines into the window, which reminds me of those warm things again. "Warm" I have a warm and harmonious family, which is composed of my father, mother and me. The three of us form a family of three, which is harmonious and beautiful.
I passed on this warm chain. My mother has a fever, so I have to watch her every step. Sometimes as long as my mother has a fever of more than 38 degrees, I always secretly cry beside her. I really want to share some. Mom's illness finally recovered, and my hanging heart finally fell down.
Father came home from work, so tired that he lay in bed and rested quietly. At this time, my mother saw it, and quickly told my father to sit up, gently * * * his shoulders with his hands, and didn't rest for a while. After giving it to my father, I was tired, but I didn't say a word.
3. Write a composition. A few days ago, I caught a cold and coughed. When I came home on Friday, my mother took me to the hospital. The doctor said I had to put an intravenous drip.
During the two days I hung up the drip, there was always an old man in the crowd, sweeping and mopping the floor for the patient.
The old man seems to be in his seventies, with gray temples. He always wears a light brown dress, a pair of brown trousers and black shoes, and a black hat on his head.
He went to the ward where the needle was hung, with a broom in his right hand and a dustpan in his left. He went to the garbage, swept it into the dustpan with a broom, and then dumped it. When he can't sweep away the rubbish stuck on the floor, he always turns the broom upside down, scrapes it off with his head, and then throws it away.
I always sit at the door these two days, so it's easy to see him working. A few times, as soon as he took out the cleaned garbage, someone threw it on the ground again. He just walked silently, swept away and never complained.
Several times, when he saw that the nurse's dustbin was full, he took the initiative to walk over and take out the garbage.
Today, I came again, only to find him sweeping the longan shells, cores, napkins and other rubbish as usual.
Not long after, he came back with a mop and continued to mop the floor. Many people came up without waiting for work, leaving a few footprints on the ground, so he had to walk over and drag.
I went to the hospital before I went home. There is no cleaner except him. What makes him work so hard?
Now, there are many people like him all over the world. Isn't he worth studying?
Grandpa studies computer.
2 1 century, world science and technology developed gradually. In life, telephones, televisions and computers are found in almost every family, but they are very novel to grandfathers born in the old society.
Our neighbor has a grandfather who was born in the old society. He used to be a retired worker. He is still an "old urchin"! Sometimes he has nothing to do. As soon as he saw me, he began to fool me, but I can't fool him casually! He often hears young people say, "Computers can watch news, process documents, watch movies, chat and play games ... The benefits of these computers mentioned by young people" aroused "his curiosity. He clamored for his precious son to buy a computer all day, and talked about a lot of benefits of buying a computer. In fact, he was bothering his precious son to buy a computer. His son can't stand his nagging.
The computer has been bought home, but the old man still can't operate it or even dare to turn it on. The old man's high-tech product, the computer, fascinated him. He touched the shiny black shell and couldn't put it down. He's so excited. Although he has a computer, he can't operate it. He is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks all day.
I need to write an article about corridor lighting. I think I have an idea.
The idea is this.
Print the following on A4 paper. . Daughter XXX, 18 years old, goes to XXX school. Who lives in XX community (this community is some distance from your community). On XX, XX, my daughter went to the wrong building when she was looking for classmates to play in your community. She may have entered your corridor by mistake and been attacked. After struggling to escape. However, I was robbed of XXX yuan in cash and my mobile phone. . My daughter didn't see the prisoner clearly because there was no light in the corridor and the line was very dark. This person is about XX in height and XXXX in appearance. . . Because of this, my daughter had a nervous breakdown and cried at home every day, afraid to go out. I can't even go to school. . Please think about your children. For the sake of all the children, please let me know if you have any clues. . Even if I lose everything, I will catch the prisoner.
Well ... this is the general idea, and the specific details need to be polished. . . Everyone is most concerned about family, women and wives. . It is because it is too dark and there is no light that this tragedy is caused. . . Should remind some people.
5. How to write an 800-word composition about the civilized facilities in the corridor? He only agreed to my request and wiped it with a rag.
It took us nearly an hour. As I said, he picked up the dustpan and emptied the garbage into the dustbin. I put the rag on the railing and just finished my homework.
I am responsible for cleaning the handrails and then mobilizing again and again. I soaked the rag in water.
Then, then. Although we are tired and hot, we give the impression that we are dirty. He swept out a pile of rubbish. My corridor is very dirty, so I put my hand on it and wipe it hard.
However, the garbage in the whole building corridor has been cleaned up. Here we go.
He didn't want to fall behind, so he swept down from the top floor layer by layer with a broom, leaving no dust, rags and buckets. After I scraped off the black spots, he was responsible for cleaning the corridor. The corridor was covered with layers of dust, so I scraped it with my nails and with a knife.
He didn't want to meet the indelible black spots, so he thought of asking his good friend Li Pengfei on the first floor to do it together. Today is Sunday. Pick it up and wring it dry
I cleaned very carefully, so I cleaned the corridor with a dustpan, wiped the handrails and worked happily with me. Handrails have also been cleaned. I took out my broom.
Then. After sweeping for a while, he came back to sweep the corridor.
I think it must be very tiring to clean up alone, but I see the corridor is clean. I took the bucket to the faucet and put half a bucket of water down on the top handrail, so I smiled happily.
6. How to write a composition on civilized etiquette in the corridor 10 June 1 is the birthday of the motherland, and it is full of joy everywhere.
I see the squares and streets are full of flowers, including yellow chrysanthemums and a bunch of red flowers. They are arranged in various patterns. Some are decorated as small fish, some as pandas, some as ancient copper coins, and some as "Welcome to National Day". How beautiful!
I also saw red lanterns hanging at the gates of institutions, schools, factories and mines. From a distance, they look like small fireballs. There are some yellow ribbons under them, which are blown by the wind and sway like small fish.
I also found colorful flags all over the street, and I felt like I was sitting in a boat, because colorful flags were blown by the wind like waves.
I want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" "
7. sweeping the corridor composition [sweeping the corridor composition]
Today, I was alone at home, and I felt bored. I'm going to play with the children. Open the door. I saw that the corridor was particularly dirty, so I decided to clean it. I picked up the broom and swept it from top to bottom. There is so much rubbish in the corridor! When I get home, I use it to dustpan and prepare to put the garbage in. At this time, a gust of wind blew away the garbage. I struggled to get them back, and the corridor was finally cleaned by me. At this time, my mother came back and saw me cleaning the corridor, boasting that I was an environmental guardian, sweeping the corridor, and writing the composition "Sweeping the Corridor" in the fifth grade of primary school. Pupils sweeping the corridor composition 150 word composition (/)
8. A 600-word inspirational composition on the topic of corridor On Sunday afternoon, after I reviewed my lessons, my father said to me, "You should clean our corridor and wipe the handrails." I agreed happily.
Do it. I took a broom and cleaned it happily. I started from the sixth floor and swept down layer by layer. I will collect cigarette butts, scraps of paper, peels and leaves on each floor, then sweep them into the dustbin and pour them into the dustbin downstairs. I forgot to rest after sweeping the floor. I brought a basin of clean water, wet the rag and carefully wiped the handrail of the stairs from top to bottom. After wiping, I looked at the water in the basin and couldn't help laughing-it was darker than the water in the sewer.
Uncle Shi, who lives on the first floor, saw me cleaning and said cheerfully, "Isn't this a living Lei Feng?" I turned around and said shyly, "Hello, uncle, I walk here every day to see the dirty things and clean them up." Uncle said admiringly, "It's good to learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds. I didn't find you have this spirit before, which deserves praise. I don't think you should call Ai Tiantian in the future, just call Ai Leifeng. " Uncle Shi said, touched my head and walked away with a smile.
After more than twenty minutes of hard work, the corridor was cleaned. Looking at the brand-new corridor, I feel sweaty, but I feel full, happy and relaxed. I just realized that it is really glorious and proud to do something good for everyone! Mom and dad also praised me for growing up and being sensible.
The corridor is where everyone passes every day. If everyone loves it and keeps it clean, our living environment will be more beautiful, warm and harmonious.
I decided that I should always do something easy to do in the future, such as helping my mother with housework and doing my own thing, instead of being a "little emperor" who "has food in his mouth and clothes in his hand", and strive to be a self-reliant person.
9. The composition of cleaning the corridor tells you a way. Write a composition for cleaning the stairs in ten minutes, and the teacher will praise you for your good writing:
Theme: cleaning stairs
The first paragraph: Describe sunny weather, cloudless Wan Li, clear Wan Li, etc., and show that you are in a good mood.
The second paragraph: How do you clean the stairs and how do your classmates clean the stairs? Although you are tired and the water is cold, you are all happy.
The third paragraph: At this time, you encountered a difficulty, such as cutting your hand. You want to give up, but you feel that you have to stick to it despite the difficulties, so your classmates wrap it up for you and you continue to work.
The fourth paragraph: looking at the clean stairs, I am very happy. More importantly, we overcame difficulties and defeated ourselves. .
Clean the corridor
My family lives in a six-story building. This is a residential area built in the 1980s. There is no property management, so there is no special person to clean the corridor. There used to be an old woman who lived opposite my house. She often cleans the corridor, but since she moved away, few people pay attention to the sanitation of the corridor. Cigarette cases, food bags and melon seeds can be seen everywhere on the steps, and sometimes you can see dead mice lying on the ground. It's really dirty
Today is Sunday, and my father, who has been busy for a week, finally stays at home. I think it's time for him to take me out and have fun. Who knows, just after breakfast, my father smiled and said that he would give me a "glorious and arduous" task-cleaning the corridor from the sixth floor to the first floor. Wow! This is the last job I want to do. I wanted to shirk it, but when I saw my father's seriousness, I had to accept it helplessly.
I took a broom, trash can and dustpan from home and went straight to the sixth floor. The corridor is full of dirty toilet paper, food bags and peels ... I usually feel sick when I look at them. I walk with my nose covered, but now I have to face them. What shall we do? I bent down, picked up the broom and began to sweep. Soon, the dust was rolling in the corridor, and I was coughing. At this time, my father came over and said with concern, "sprinkle some water first, it won't get dusty." As planned, I took a bucket of water from home, sprinkled it evenly on the ground with a spoon, and then swept it. This trick really works, and there is much less dust.
After a while, the sixth and fifth floors became clean. Uncle Wang on the fifth floor just opened the door and saw me sweeping the floor. He gave a thumbs-up and kept saying, "What a good boy!" "My heart is full of sweetness, and it is more energetic to sweep.
Clean the corridor
My corridor is very dirty, covered with layers of dust, giving people the impression that it is dirty.
Today is Sunday. As soon as I finished my homework, I thought of taking time to clean the corridor and wipe the handrails. I mean what I say. I took out a broom, a rag and a bucket. I think it must be very tiring to organize myself, so I want to invite my good friend Li Pengfei on the first floor to organize together. At first, he didn't want to, but after repeated mobilization, he agreed to my request and cooperated with me happily.
I am responsible for cleaning the handrails and he is responsible for cleaning the corridor. I took the bucket to the faucet and put half a bucket of water on the handrail at the top. I soaked the rag in water, then picked it up and wrung it out. Then, I put the rag on the railing and rubbed it hard with my hands. I cleaned it carefully without leaving any dust. When I meet small black spots that are hard to erase, I will scrape them off with my nails and a knife. After I scraped off the black spots, I wiped them with a rag. He didn't want to fall behind, so he swept down from the top floor layer by layer with a broom. After sweeping for a while, he swept out a pile of rubbish and cleaned it with a dustpan. Then, he picked up a dustpan and emptied the garbage into the dustbin. Then, he came back to clean the corridor.
It took us almost an hour to clean up all the garbage in the corridor of the whole building and wipe the handrails very clean. Although we were tired and hot, we smiled happily when we saw that the corridor was clean. We laughed so sweetly. ...