A Hero in My Heart
Have you ever seen the film"hero"?I think you have .You may like the people in the film.But I don't think they are the real heroes.In my heart,the Chinese astronaut,Yang Liwei is the real hero.He was the first to get to the moon in our country.And the trip to the moon was succesfully made by him,though there were quiet a difficulties,Also,they brought us the courage as well as the knowledge.As an astronaut,Yang works very hard in order to finish the special trip perfectly.So we should learn from him to build our country into a stronger one .We Chinese people are proud of having such a wonderful space hero .
"Fire! Fire!" what terrible words to hear when one wakes up in a strange house in the middle of the night! It was a large， old。 wooden house--the sort that burns easily--and my room was on the top floor。 I jumped out of bed， opened the door and stepped out into the passage。 It was full of thick smoke。
I began to run， but as I was still only halfawake， instead of going towards the stairs I went in the opposite direction。 The smoke grew thicker and I could see flames all around。 The floor became hot under my bare feet。 I found an open door and ran into a room to get to the window。 But before I could reach it， one of my feet caught in something soft and I fell dom， The thing I had fallen over felt like a bundle of clothes， and I picked it Llp to protect my face from the smoke and heat。 Just then the floor gave way under me and I crashed to the floor below with pieces of burning wood all around me。
I saw a flaming doorway in front， put the bundle over my face and ran。 My feet burned me terrible， but I got through。 As I reached the cold air outside， my bundle of clothes gave a thin cry。 I nearly dropped it in my surprise。 Then I saw a crowd gathered in the street。 A woman in a night dress au d a borrowed man＇s coat screamed as she saw me and came running madly。
"My baby! My baby!" she cried。 The crowd cheered wildly as she took the smokeblackened bundle out of my arms， I had some difficulty in recognizing her。 She was the Mayor＇s wife and I had saved her baby。 I was a hero!
The other day the TV reported that a retired school math teacher, Beth Smith, has been volunteering for the past 20 years at a United Nation’s refugee camp in Thailand, helping kids who cannot afford to go to school learn math and English. I was deeply touched when watching the story, especially when the reporter asked Beth why she would spent all her time in a third world country volunteering, she replied, “By helping these kids, I feel I’m doing good for the society, therefore I feel happy.” Her answer made me think about the virtue of helping others, and I realize that she is a true hero in my heart.
The hero in my heart.
Everyone's heart have a hero,maybe a person who save the people,maybe a animal who have got good spirit. So far,I can't forget a person who helped plenty of people.His name is Leifeng.I think he was a good person I can't understand why he was so friendly,but I really know,he was a hero in my heart.I looked up upon him.and I will do all things I can do,I want to be the 2nd Leifeng.
My father is my hero.
When I was young he would kiss me every night and sing to me as I awoke. He made me feel so special. I knew that my father loved me. It made me feel strong enough to do almost everything.
He got sick, but strength(力气) kept him alive. He loved his children so much. He gave up years of his life caring for the woman, his wife. She was going to die. Day and night he struggled(努力) for years with her disease. (疾病)Despite disease of his own, he still stood by her side caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
My hero is not a person who is known by many people, she is just a person I want to thank most. She is my teacher.
My teacher is very experienced and well-trained. She has a sense of humor which makes her classes lively and keeps our attention to her subject. She teaches us not only much knowledge but also some skills on how to learn English well. She treats us as her own children. When we are in troubles, she always encourages us to face the difficulties bravely and cheers us up. With her help, I have made great progress in English. So she is respected by me and becomes the important hero in my heart.
My teacher is like a lighthouse in the sea, guiding me to reach the coast of success.
He is the real hero in my mind.
national heros always have marvellous reputations, after died miserablly. they died by a lot of reasons. some were killed because their emperors were too?afraid of the powers they had, some because their enemies bribed to the nation traitors, often who have had a great wealth or?a powerful authority. this is a nation that is like producing traitors overwhelmingly every time on a very dangerious situation, and quite often, heros are mistakenly treated as traitors but peple who really betrayed the fate of this nation, because of their ruling powers, are seen as the savior.
i shall admit there are some implication as a clue of history, to mirror what will happen repetitiously over and over again. heros are respectable, famous, and admired. without them, this nation should have gone through more sufferrings. they deserve what they own. however, tracking of our shameless history ,what to be noted is that ?noboy else but ourselves torture our heros, mistreated thier beloved, and even eradicated the origins of theirs. although hundreds of years later, they gained back their reputations, and if lucky, maybe they could get some statues, biographies or whatever else, one truth cant be denied. they were put in an etremely painful life, and so were their families and friends, for what these heros contributed to our nations future, and what they devoted their lives to protect. what can be concluded from it? if there r some potential heros around u, stay away from him or her, coz though we know we must show our respect to them, they are most likely to be a tragedy, which also causes people care about them to pay for the price.
its ironical, isnt it? this nation never stops calling for more heros desperately,in a name of protecting its people, but what im more interested in is, what the people do to the heros, when they are alive? if heros are the role models of most people of this nation, then how come heros are still so needed by us, especially when we shout out, justicely and loudly, that there must be someone else standing out to be heros. and if they dont wanna be heros, they gotta think about the outcomes that the entire nation curses them as wusses, humiliating them afterwards. but curiously, net time theyll still ask for someone else again to sacrifice their lives to defend the benefits of the nation( or the benefits of some). why dont u be then? or at least, why dont u, the nation people, protect the heros when they need u. when the emperors threaten ur heros, why didnt u overthrow the empire, instead u gave in the throne?when you know who betrayed the nation to sell off ur heros, just because of their powers, u gave in again?
the truth is, this nation grants the greatest hornor to heros, when it needs them. once heros lost their auras, or the public has to pay, heros begin sufferring. and what is hidden in the heart of most of people is, they want the rest to pursue the hornor of being a hero, but they themselves are more addicted into another thing---power. such people deem themselves wiser.
we are saying this nation is great, sorry, its a no. most of great genes of this nation have been eliminated by oursleves, in three thousand years grand history, dynasty after dynastry, one generation after one.