1. Write an essay on the topic of trash cans

There is a trash can in front of my house. Although it is very dirty and very big, it is very useful. . The trash can is like a garbage god, helping me collect garbage every day, and my neighbors also throw garbage in it. I like it very much.

One day, when the trash can was full of garbage, I took it to the garbage pool to empty it. Along the way, the trash can swayed back and forth, making a thin and crisp sound from time to time, like a little tune, which was very nice. As soon as I was inspired, I gave it a name: "Music" trash can.

Speaking of the "music" trash can, I remembered something. This happened last week, and I can't forget it for a long time. At noon that day, I finished taking out the garbage and just wanted to play when I saw an old man walking with a cane on the ground. It seemed that the old man's foot was sprained and he was walking with a limp, which was very inconvenient. The old man was holding a big bag of garbage in his hands. At this time, I took a step forward and said to the grandfather: "Grandpa, let me help you pour it? Where do you live?" The grandfather looked at me and replied with a thick accent: "My home is half a mile away from here. Only I and a five-and-a-half-year-old grandson are at home. My daughter works out of town and doesn't have time to go home." After hearing this, I immediately helped the grandfather put away the garbage. Take it and throw it away. The old man nodded with a smile and went back. I thought: It’s so inconvenient for grandpa to move around alone at home. Didn’t the teacher teach us to “imitate Lei Feng and do good deeds”? I have to help grandpa more often from now on.

From then on, I carried my "music" trash can to my grandfather's house every now and then to help him clean his room and house. Then I put the garbage into my "music" trash can and took it out. Grandpa praised me as a sensible child. The old man wanted to give me some reward many times, but I didn't accept it. I said to the master: "This 'music' trash can has given me a lot of convenience, but it has never asked me for payment."

What a great "music" trash can! With it, I can help others; with it, I can be motivated to make continuous progress...ah! I want to learn from the "music" trash can and its spirit of serving the people and bringing greater contributions to people!

2. A 600-word essay about the trash can

When the trash can took a closer look, it turned out to be the little owner who loved him most before.

At this time, Trash Can cried heartbrokenly. It remembered that a year ago it was the little master's favorite trash can, and he would hug it when sleeping... But then the little master was taught a lesson by his parents and no longer hugged the trash can to sleep. I fell asleep with a toy bear in my arms.

The trash can also fell asleep. I didn't expect that the little master would treat "me!" the trash can so "heartbroken" when I saw him once! The trash can suffered a lot in the next few days.

Moldy bread, uneaten dried noodles, a pack of oily paper bags... Gradually, the trash can started to smell strange, so the little master threw the garbage into the trash along with the trash can. field. Trash Can feels helpless.

It wants to get rid of the sticky stuff stuck to it! Shaked it off with the help of the wind. But I couldn't get rid of a small part of the paper on my body and the white oil stains.

"Little master, why are you doing this to me!" The trash can was angry for the first time. I stared blankly at the disposable lunch box in front of me. The fried rice noodles filled with it had obviously gone bad and gave off a smell that made my brain hurt.

It had had enough for a long time. It cursed loudly and occasionally kicked its feet to relieve its anger. After a while, the plastic box became a pile of falling apart puzzle pieces, but its feet were still relatively clean. , has turned brown and is covered with vegetable leaves, but he is still cursing: "But I have no obligation to serve disgusting masters like you. You humans who don't respect me again will definitely be punished!" "After many days, there was obvious pus on the edge of the trash can, and there were some white mold masses in the middle.

The trash can couldn't hold it any longer, so he tried hard to escape.

But it can’t move! The trash can looked desperately at the scenery in the distance. There was no garbage on the other side. He looked up to the sky and screamed, "Why can't I get respect from humans, but only be despised!" The words of the trash can revealed the sorrow and sorrow of the trash can. 3. Use the first name to write about the trash can

I am a trash can, an unknown and extremely simple trash can on the street, but since people are about to usher in a grand event - 2010 After the Shanghai World Expo, the worker uncle renovated me and put a "recyclable garbage" label on my belly. I knew that I was no longer an ordinary trash can. I also have responsibilities and missions for the trash cans in Shanghai, the host of the World Expo.

From then on, I changed my usual laziness, held my head high, chest out, and "enjoyed" people's "rewards" with an open belly. Only then did I realize that everyone is very consciously paying attention to environmental protection. .

On this day, an old man came over, threw a bag of food scraps into my stomach (maybe he couldn't see the mark on my body clearly), and then turned around and left. This is incredible! Food scraps cannot be recycled! My stomach started to make a fuss, which made me feel uncomfortable all over. Even the shelves were creaking. At this time, the cleaner aunt came over, took out the garbage in my stomach, and picked out the unsociable ones. of garbage, saved me. Looking at the beads of sweat on my aunt's dark forehead, I think everyone is working hard for the Expo!

As dusk approached, I started to yawn again. Not far away, there was a jumping little boy drinking milk. I was secretly happy and straightened my back again. But after the little boy finished drinking, he threw the milk carton aside as if he hadn't seen me. I couldn't help but be anxious, wishing I could grow a hand and pick up the milk carton! Fortunately, the little boy's father came and saw the milk box on the side. He shook his head, smiled helplessly, touched the little boy's head and asked him to pick up the box. The little boy opened his big eyes full of doubts, tilted his head and said nothing. The little boy's father told him about our Shanghai, our World Expo, and our responsibilities. As he talked, the little boy blushed with embarrassment, but there was a firmness in his big eyes. He quickly walked over, picked up the milk carton, threw it into my stomach, pulled Dad, and jumped away again. Looking at the happy figures of the father and son in the sunset, I think everyone is changing for the Expo!

In the days leading up to the Expo, I was just a trash can, but I am a trash can that has been working hard, changing, and fulfilling my duties for the Expo! 4. A 600-word essay about the trash can

When the trash can took a closer look, it turned out to be the little owner who loved him most before. At this time, Trash Can cried heartbrokenly. It remembered that a year ago, it was the little master's favorite trash can, and he would hug it when sleeping... But later, after the little master was taught a lesson by his parents, he no longer hugged the trash can to sleep. I fell asleep with a toy bear in my arms. The trash can also fell asleep. I didn’t expect that once I saw the little master, he would treat “me!” The trash can was so “heartbreaking”!

The trash can will suffer a lot in the next few days. Moldy bread, uneaten dried noodles, a pack of oily paper bags... Gradually, the trash can started to smell bad, so the little master threw the trash and the trash can into the dump. Trash Can feels helpless. It wants to get rid of that sticky layer stuck to it! Shaked it off with the help of the wind. But I couldn't get rid of a small part of the paper on my body and the white oil stains. "Little master, why are you doing this to me!" The trash can was angry for the first time. I stared blankly at the disposable lunch box in front of me. The fried rice noodles filled with it had obviously gone bad and gave off a smell that made my brain hurt.

It had had enough for a long time, and it cursed loudly, and occasionally kicked its feet to relieve its anger. After a while, the plastic box became a pile of broken puzzle pieces, but its feet, which were relatively clean before, had turned brown and were still wet. It was covered with vegetable leaves, but he was still cursing: "But I have no obligation to serve disgusting masters like you. You humans who don't respect me again will definitely be punished!"

After many days, there was obvious pus on the edge of the trash can, and there were some white mold masses in the middle. The trash can couldn't hold it any longer, so he tried hard to escape. But it can't move!

The trash can looked at the distant scenery in despair.

There was no garbage on the other side. He looked up to the sky and shouted, "Why can't I get the respect of humans, but only be despised!" The words reveal the sadness and sorrow of the trash can. 5. Expository essay "Trash Can" 600 words

After dinner, I looked at the pile of garbage in front of me as high as a hill, and I immediately called my "Mickey Mouse"—— A multifunctional trash can that integrates processing and manufacturing.

After "Mickey Mouse" came over, I pressed the red button, opened its four large trash cans, and four iron plates stretched out. There were red toxic trash cans, blue Recyclable trash cans, green kitchen waste trash cans and other gray garbage, what is the use of that iron plate? In fact, that iron plate is used to put garbage. There are four iron plates in a house, and there is one in front of each trash can. When you put the garbage in front of any iron plate, it will automatically help you put it away. Garbage recycling goes in. There is a tiny computer at its base that is responsible for sorting and processing the garbage that people put in. I put the garbage in the kitchen waste, and after helping me recycle the garbage in, the trash can started to play wonderful music, and it was still dancing there. I listened to this wonderful music and waited for it to finish processing the garbage. After a while, "Mickey Mouse" beeped, indicating that it had finished processing the garbage. It came from behind "Mickey Mouse" Air-conditioned. "Mickey Mouse" can convert kitchen waste into air conditioning or heating; recyclable waste can be remade into new paper, homework books, cardboard, correction tape and other daily necessities for backup when needed; Toxic waste is turned into fertilizer and water for the trees. What’s more interesting is that it will go to the saplings and pour the fertilizer to help it fertilize and water it; other waste can be replaced with some small tools, such as hammers and scissors. , screwdriver, etc. You don’t have to worry about the bad smell in the trash can. Moreover, when people are too lazy and just throw garbage aside, it will provide "environmental protection education" to that person. When there is no garbage around it, it can turn into a small tree, absorbing carbon dioxide and releasing oxygen. It also allows people to protect their eyes, which really kills two birds with one stone!

With this multi-functional trash can, environmental workers will be more comfortable and at ease. Treated garbage can also be turned into treasure. With this multi-functional trash can, the resources on the earth can be reduced to waste, and the disasters caused by natural disasters will also be reduced. I know that it is not enough for me to only have ideas. I also need to study hard now and use all my ideas. Use the knowledge you learned and your own innovation to fulfill your dreams! 6. Write a composition about the trash can

Look at the words "my trash can" you wrote. Imagine that you are in primary school.

Give you some ideas.

You can start with the appearance of a trash can, what its structure is like, and what parts it consists of. Why is it made like this? What role does it play? This summarizes what people think when doing the same thing. And their hard work.

Let’s also start with the function of the trash can and what role the trash can plays. As the name suggests, it is used to throw away garbage. But have we ever thought about what "thoughts" the trash can has when we throw away discarded scraps of paper, leftover fruit, and kitchen waste? When we reflect on this, we are actually reflecting on ourselves. Everything is sentient.

To write well, you need to write more and learn to read. It is said that "if you have read thousands of volumes, you will be able to write like a god".

Don’t be afraid of making mistakes or making people laugh if you write poorly. Write more and read more. After a period of time, you will find that your writing has improved unconsciously. 7. Write a composition about a trash can (must include ordinary things)

The trash cans that we usually see fall over when touched, which sometimes feels very inconvenient. Today we are going to make a trash can that does not empty.

The non-empty trash can actually uses the tumbler principle to control the center of gravity within the bottom range of the trash can. At this time, you need to find some dense items to fill at the bottom of the trash can. Dad thought of stones, but I thought of the waste batteries that had been deposited at home for a long time. But what to use for a trash can? Alas, the lollipops at home happened to be finished, and the big empty bucket of lollipops was just right. yeah! Let's do it quickly!

First, we use transparent glue to firmly fix the waste battery on the bucket lid. Cover the lid and turn it upside down to get a ready-made tumbler. Use a sharp knife to trim the bottom of the original bucket. 8. Volume 2 of the third grade: I am a trash can and write a diary

On Sunday, my mother and I went to the park to play.

We walked slowly along the tree-lined avenue of the park, and I saw a trash can on the roadside. There were two buckets inside, and there were two lines of words written on the outside of each bucket. I asked my mother: "What are the words written on it?" My mother told me seriously: "One bucket says 'recyclable garbage', and the other bucket says 'non-recyclable garbage'." ”

“What does this mean?” Why are there two buckets? "I couldn't figure it out even more. My mother smiled and explained: "We can classify 'recyclable garbage' and 'non-recyclable garbage', put them into different trash cans, and process them separately, which is beneficial to protecting the environment. "

I kept my mother's words in my heart, and I said to my mother: "When I return to school, I will also tell my classmates and call on everyone to sort their garbage and strive to protect the environment. The little guardian of the home. ". 9. Use the first name to write about the trash can

I am a trash can, an unknown and extremely simple trash can on the street, but since people are about to usher in a grand event- —After the 2010 Shanghai World Expo, the worker uncle renovated me and put a "recyclable garbage" label on my belly. I knew that I was no longer an ordinary trash can. The host of this World Expo - Shanghai's trash can, I also have responsibilities and missions.

From then on, I changed my usual laziness, held my head high, puffed out my chest, and "enjoyed" with an open stomach. With people's "rewards", I realized that everyone was very conscious about environmental protection. On this day, an old man came over and threw a bag of food scraps into my stomach (maybe he couldn't see the logo on my body clearly). , then turned around and left.

This is terrible! Food residue cannot be recycled! My stomach started to feel uncomfortable, and even the shelves were making a crunching sound. At this time, the cleaner aunt rushed over, took out the garbage in my stomach, and picked out the unsociable garbage, and rescued me. Looking at the fine beads of sweat on her dark forehead, I think everyone was worried. Working hard at the Expo! As dusk approached, I started to yawn again. Not far away, there was a jumping little boy drinking milk. I was secretly happy and straightened my back again.

After the boy finished drinking, he threw the milk carton aside as if he hadn't seen me. I couldn't help but be anxious, wishing I could grow a hand to pick up the milk carton! Fortunately, the little boy's father came and saw it. took the milk box, shook his head, smiled helplessly, touched the little boy's head, and asked him to pick up the box. The little boy opened his eyes full of doubts, tilted his head, and said nothing.

The little boy’s father told him about our Shanghai, our World Expo, and our responsibilities. As he talked, the little boy blushed with embarrassment, but there was a firmness in his big eyes.

He quickly walked over, picked up the milk carton, threw it into my stomach, pulled Dad, and jumped away again.

Looking at the happy figures of the father and son in the sunset, I think everyone is changing for the Expo! In the days leading up to the Expo, I was just a trash can. However, I am a trash can that has been working hard, changing, and fulfilling my duties for the Expo. 10. Side view of the trash can

That day, the sky was gray, there was an impetuous wind in the air, and the salty and wet smell hit us like a flood.

At this time, we were wearing bulky rain boots and a conspicuous blue raincoat, which stood out among the crowd. Pedestrians were in a hurry, and from time to time someone cast a surprised look at us.

There are always some people who, when we bend down to pick up a can covered with mud, throw a wrapping paper into a small muddy pit and then cast a contemptuous look at us. Finally disappeared in the heavy rain and fog. Having already accumulated a lot of anger, we stopped what we were doing, feeling aggrieved and angry filling our minds.

Some people even kicked the trash can, and the garbage was scattered all over the ground, drifting into the distance with the wind. An old woman walked over slowly.

She looked at us and then at the garbage on the ground, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was displeased. She walked over silently, shakily threw the garbage into the trash can, bent down, picked it up, bent down to pick it up... The old lady walked away slowly, leaving us eager to find a hole in the ground to crawl in.

Several old people on the roadside sighed and said: "Old Ma came out to do some charity work again. I thought these children could help me, but I didn't expect, alas..." They looked at them with unclear expressions. glanced at us. Time seemed to have stood still, and the ticking clock sounded again and again.

At this time, the rain stopped, and the afterglow of the setting sun coated everyone's face with a halo, evaporating our reluctance to pick up garbage into the air. What fell was the hard-working and unwilling Let’s complain again. In this garbage picking activity, we picked up the garbage in the city and the dust in our souls.