1. Composition on the topic of donation An incident two months ago made me very unforgettable and regretful.

On May 12, a magnitude 8 earthquake occurred in Wenchuan. After the earthquake, the whole country was actively responding to donation activities, and our school was also preparing for donation activities.

In the afternoon before the donation, the teacher asked us to bring the donation the next day. The minimum limit was one yuan, the more the better.

When I woke up the next day, I had forgotten about the donation and walked to school with only one yuan of meal money.

When I got to school, a classmate asked me how much I had prepared?

I couldn't figure it out at all.

By the time I reacted, class was almost over. I wanted to ask someone to borrow it, but the crisp footsteps were already in my ears. I could only save one yuan of meal money, but it was not enough.

what to do?

I was so nervous that my palms were sweating.

"It's about to begin," I muttered to myself, thinking to myself, I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

When donating money, I glanced nervously at the classmates around me from time to time. I saw that they had serious expressions, their eyes were full of love for the people in the disaster area, and they were holding large amounts of money tightly in their hands.

Seeing this, I became more and more nervous.

At this time, I seemed to see the helpless and painful faces of the people in the disaster area who had lost their loved ones and were homeless.

My eyes couldn't help but become blurry, and I thought about it.

When I handed over the money, the teacher raised his head, looked at me in surprise, and exhaled slightly: "One yuan?" My face turned red, and I hurriedly turned away and walked to my seat.

Suddenly, I felt the eyes of my classmates gathered on me. At this moment, I really wanted to turn into a mouse and find a crack in the ground to burrow into.

Because of this, I was in a daze all morning.

I couldn't get through this long morning.

When I got home, the teacher's surprised face and the students' dagger-like eyes kept echoing in my mind.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I rushed to the bed and burst into tears.

I suddenly felt that I had become so small and selfish, only caring about my own happiness and not caring about the life and death of others.

The more I thought about it, the more I blamed myself and allowed myself to cry louder and louder.

After a long time, I stopped crying. When I sat in front of the TV again, I didn't dare to watch the news because I didn't dare to look at the faces of the people in the disaster area, because when I saw them, I felt so guilty because I didn't do my best.

The greatest strength to help them and care for them.

It was like this two months ago, and it is like this now... 2. Write an essay on caring for strangers (for donations) of more than 400 words. Caring means caring and caring, and it is everywhere around us.

Each of us needs care, and care is indispensable in life. If others give us care, then we should care and love others, so that the world will be full of love!

Caring for others can start with small things. For example, you help a classmate with homework. A compliment or a few words of encouragement from a good teacher can often bring unremitting motivation to students. For example, you can help a blind man cross the road or have a heart-to-heart talk with an elderly person.

…These are all manifestations of caring for others. If you give care to others, you will feel happy in your heart.

Suhomlinsky said: "If every child's joy and distress hits your heart and causes you to think, care and worry, then you should bravely choose the noble work of teaching as your career.

You can find the joy of creation in it. "Because of love, there is the joy of creation, and because of the joy of creation, we are more full of love for education and students.

The teacher loves us, and her love is selfless!

Our parents have given us care, and their love is great!

We must also learn to care for ourselves, care for others, and care for ourselves!

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized a trip to visit the elderly in a nursing home. There, we helped clean, served them tea, chatted with the elderly, and even performed performances for them. They didn’t know how happy they were, and they couldn’t stop laughing.

I can't close my mouth. Looking at their bright smiles, I want to cry. They are already old and there is not much time left. Shouldn't we give them more care and love so that they can grow old?

Are you happy?

!

I think they must be warm in their hearts!

Another time, my parents and I went shopping in Huaqiangbei. My mother asked me and my father to wait for her below. She went to the Women’s World to buy clothes. My father and I sat below and waited. I saw a little girl. She

She is quite beautiful and is wearing an old school uniform, but she has no arms and relies on her feet to write to beg. In front of her are ink, paper and a small red bucket containing money. She holds a writing brush between her toes and dips it in.

She used ink and started writing. She wrote four big words on the paper: Happy Year of the Rooster.

The handwriting is pretty good!

I feel so pitiful for her!

Without hesitation, I walked over and put five yuan in the little red bucket. Then everyone passing by gave their love, but what was annoying was that there were always some parents holding their children who took one look and left.

, there is no love at all, which has caused those children to receive bad influences since childhood and is not conducive to cultivating love.