Tolerance is a Kind of Happiness —— Thoughts on Reading The Quarrel
On weekends, I read many good books, such as smart backpacks, short stories, great truth and love education. Among them, Education of Love left the deepest impression on me, especially Quarrel, which is still fresh in my memory.
The article "Quarrel" is written as follows: Claudius stained my book, and I was very angry and deliberately stained Claudius' book. Claudius and I made up after school, and I told my father about it. My father severely educated me to learn tolerance.
Actually, my father didn't just fold a ruler. He wants the author to know that he can't lift the ruler to a nobler person than the author. In short, my father hopes that the author can tolerate and forgive others.
When I read "since you are wrong, you should be the first to reach out and ask for his forgiveness, instead of holding up a ruler to a nobler friend than you." I hid the book and remembered an unforgettable thing: once, my deskmate Liang stained my painting, and I wanted to scold him, but I remembered what my mother said to me in the summer vacation, to be tolerant of others. Thinking of this, my cloudy day turned into a sunny day, and I forgave him. Later, not only was he not angry with me, but he also helped me draw! Yes, tolerance is a kind of happiness, tolerance is a kind of happiness. Only by tolerating others can we make ourselves happier.
After reading the article "Quarrel", I really realized that what is broader than the sea is the sky, and what is broader than the sky is the human mind. Mom's right. Only by being more tolerant and forgiving others will you feel happy!
I also want to use my brain to write a composition, hoping to help you.
2. How to write a composition on the topic of "dispute" Chen Ming and I are good friends.
On the eve of the Chinese food management break, there is still a period of free activities. The two of us made it difficult to play with the wooden boat made by the handicraft group. "Your wooden boat is really beautiful! My bow is too ugly and needs improvement. "
"I think you did a good job, especially here. You must have spent a lot of time dressing up? " Chen Ming fiddled with my wooden boat owner and made some comments from time to time, praising my exquisite wooden boat. While playing, Chen Ming accidentally slipped and the wooden boat fell to the ground.
When I saw this situation, I angrily said, "Hey! Chen Ming, what are you doing? You actually broke the wooden boat that I worked so hard for a class! " "I just slipped ... big deal to do another bai! There is nothing to be angry about. "
Chen said unreasonably. "What did you say?" I was so angry that I couldn't even speak. I hold Chen Ming's small wooden boat in my hand. "Since you said you were making one, all right!" "thud" I angrily smashed Chen Ming's small wooden boat to the ground. I stepped on his small wooden boat with my feet and with all my anger in my heart.
The head and tail of the small wooden boat were broken and turned into three useless pieces of wood. Chen Ming's eyes are full of anger, so am I.
The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger. Chen Ming's brow wrinkled into a figure of eight, his lips closed and his face flushed. He stepped on my small wooden boat hard and cursed me in a low voice while stepping on it. When the small wooden boat was destroyed beyond recognition, I finally couldn't help shouting, "Are you enough?" "Hum!" Chen Ming, stop "You ruined my heart. Isn't it a broken wooden boat? Sit in your seat for two or three minutes. Is it necessary to be so angry? ! ""Hum! That's easy for you to say! " I shouted. "It was your fault at first, but now it's all my fault? Why don't you pick it up and apologize to me? " "Who wants to apologize to you! Hand sliding is not what I expected, and it's none of my business. What am I sorry for? " ..... Chen Ming and I, one reprimanded and the other growled, argued endlessly about a small wooden boat that they had finally made.
You point at me, I stare at you, and it's over. The final outcome was because the bell rang.
We both picked up a pile of "garbage" and went back to our seats to drink cold water to calm our excitement and anger. Touch these "rubbish" with your hands, and the water drops in your eyes are spinning in your eyes. After all, the hard work of a class, like a bubble, suddenly disappeared in just a few minutes.
3. Write a composition on the topic of a quarrel. In the beautiful years, our young and sensitive heartstrings are often touched inadvertently. Don't say I am too young. In fact, I know how to cherish, know how to be tough and know how to be happy ... but I know you better-my mother.
Whenever I go to morning class, you will get up with me, warm milk for me and do morning exercises with me. You said to me, "It is important to study, but you should also pay attention to your health. Health is the capital of revolution! " Listening to your gurgling teachings, I understand that you are trying to make me have a good body!
When you come home from work exhausted, you have to cook, sweep the floor and do all kinds of housework for me. Every time I hear you cough, I want to help you, but you say no, you can do it. Actually, I understand. You made me devote myself to my study.
Whenever you comb your hair, you will smile and say, "You are old!" " "In fact, I understand that you are only in your early thirties, and your hair is white because of your heart. I will not live up to your expectations of me!
Whenever I get good grades, you always touch my head, smile at me and say affectionately, "Great, keep it next time!" " "If I didn't do well in the exam, you wouldn't scold me and told me to work hard with a smile. I know that no matter whether you do well in the exam or not, you will still love me!
Too much, too much, I understand. Mother, you are like the rain that moistens everything, and the selfless spring breeze has nurtured my flowers. Of course, I will understand you and live up to your expectations!
Flowers have been baptized by the spring rain, she knows; He knows the comfort of trees to spring; I know everything my mother has done for me!
The 4.600-word narrative "Quarrel" is an article written by Italian writer Armitage.
This article mainly said that Amrico and Claudius had a quarrel, and later Claudius took the initiative to apologize and they finally made up. Through this article, I feel how much human beings need to care, understand and help each other! I think this kind of care, this kind of understanding and this kind of help can't be separated from love.
Especially the last sentence my father said, "since you are wrong, you should be the first to reach out and beg his forgiveness, instead of holding the ruler in front of your nobler friends!" " I feel the same way, because Clyde didn't intentionally pollute Amrico's book, but Amrico deliberately retaliated against Clyde. I had the same experience.
I used to play with my classmates, and she accidentally stepped on my shoes. I naturally got angry and walked away.
But I thought about it. In fact, she was not wrong. She apologized. Finally, we made up and played happily together again.
In fact, no matter our friends or even strangers, we should care about them, help them, understand them and love them.
5. Write a composition of 100 words on the topic of imitating the text "Quarrel". I wonder if she is so angry because I have a bad tone of voice and a better attitude towards borrowing things from others. I remembered my father's words, "If you are wrong, you should be brave enough to admit your mistake. When you know your mistake, be a good boy." I suddenly feel that Liu is not stingy, but generous. I remember once she lent me a pencil case, and she always smiled. Another time I was bullied by Zhang, she always comforted me and protected me at the first time (because Zhang was afraid of women). Hey, if only I hadn't made her angry. However, I feel too humiliated to admit my mistake to her. I secretly said "go and apologize to her", but "please forgive me" couldn't come out. She added, "I'll wait for you outside tomorrow morning." When I heard this, I thought, What does she want with me? This pebble in my heart has never been put down.
Finally, the next morning, I walked to the school gate and asked her, "Why? Call me to the door. " She said, "Shall we make up? After all, we are deskmates and should help each other. " I froze, and I felt two hands on my shoulder. Liu said kindly, "Let's stop quarreling in the future and help each other, shall we?"
I said happily, "OK, I agree with this suggestion." Then, we went to school happily.
When I came home from school, I told my father about it. Father said angrily, "since you are wrong, you should be the first to reach out and ask her for forgiveness, instead of waiting for her to forgive you." I was ashamed to hear that and thought: I will never quarrel with my classmates again.
6. Write a short essay of about 200 words with the content of the quarrel. One day, I quarreled with my deskmate. Let me tell you something: in the morning, after the first class, I ran to the playground and had a good time. I forgot the time. It was not until the bell rang that I remembered to go back to the classroom.
I saw the teacher writing. I didn't want to be found by the teacher, so I slipped into the classroom through the back door. I was just about to cross the back of my deskmate when my foot got stuck. I whispered to my deskmate, "Excuse me."
My deskmate didn't move. I thought she didn't hear me, so I raised my voice and said, "Excuse me." My deskmate still hasn't moved. The teacher just turned around and stared at me. Before I passed through, I gave my deskmate a hard push.
I sat in my seat and felt very unhappy. After class, the deskmate immediately turned around and swore: "You are sick, why did you push me just now!" " "My anger came up again, thinking, it's a slap in the face. I said, "You're sick. Why didn't you let me in just now! " "My deskmate's face is redder than a red apple, and I clenched my fist like a lion just released from a cage.
Not to be outdone, I was ready to fight, but just as the bell rang, we stopped fighting. Finally arrived at school.
I was walking alone in the street when I heard my deskmate following me from behind. I felt embarrassed to apologize to my deskmate, but I still felt something was wrong, so I said to my deskmate, "I'm sorry." The deskmate said, "I'm sorry, too."
We walked side by side for a long way until we parted at the fork in the road. From then on, we became good friends who talked about everything. From this incident, I learned that friends should help each other, unite and be friendly, and don't quarrel over trifles.
On a quiet night, 400 words argued about the numbers, 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and these numbers suddenly quarreled. What's the noise? Oh, who is the oldest. 0 came out and said, "I am at the front, so I am the biggest!" " 1 said: "Go, go, what! I am the oldest, you have to listen to me! "No.2 was very angry. It said, "in mathematical concepts, it always says except 0 or 1, so I am the biggest!" "0 and 1 are silent. Stand up and say confidently, "Don't listen to your own name! "2" is translated into "Russia" in Chinese characters. You have already starved to death, so why bother! I am the biggest! " I stamped my foot in anger and said, "You said homophones? "3" translated into Chinese characters is "injury". You are sad all day. Do you want to make everyone sad? No way! Go away, I am your master! "5. Be aggrieved and say," You are the most obvious homophonic. " "Death" is the reverse translation. You are long dead, but you are still the head of the family. So, isn't our championship in vain? If you ask me, it is reasonable for me to make decisions! "6 said angrily," 5 "translated is" whoops ". We don't want to cry all day! Same as 3! I see, you two still go and cry enough, don't argue with me, the master is me! "No.7 said," good try! Slip away. How can you manage a family when you are the master and sneak away without a trace all day?
"6 interrupted 7:" How can I "slip away"? Why don't you want to skate? This is my skill. "No.7 said," I don't think as much as you think! Stop robbing me and give me the master's position! My best classmate is Yi Yi. She and I are always inseparable and talk about everything. We've never quarreled before. However, once we had an unprecedented quarrel.
It happened in physical education class on a Friday. On that day, the PE teacher divided the students into four groups, asked us to climb back and forth on the plastic ground, and stipulated which team would win if it climbed back first.
When Wen Wen was arranged in front of me, I was with 13 students, including Yiyi and Wen Wen. By the time it was her turn to climb, she had climbed to the front of the other groups, but at the corner, she underestimated her enemy like the rabbit in The Tortoise and Rabbit Race and slowed down. The result can be imagined.
I'm anxious to win it back, but physical education class twisted his ankle last time, and it hasn't recovered yet. I would like to, but I can't. Even so, I managed to climb over ... but unfortunately, we lost in the end.
At this time, my best art, regardless of red and white, came over and scolded me. I was very angry. I think it was Wen Wen who held her back, but Yiyi protected her and put the blame on me.
So I quarreled with her. We quarreled so much that no one wanted to talk to each other any more. After class, I calmly thought about it. Maybe Yiyi didn't see Wenwen slow down at the critical moment, or maybe Yiyi forgot that my foot still hurts! So I forgave her, took the initiative to find her, and explained the whole story.
We became good friends again. 400 words before a quarrel, Chen and I had a quarrel.
On this day, when I was writing my homework, I accidentally bumped into Chen * * next to me, and the pen drew a long line on the notebook. She got angry and scolded me: "I hate it-!" Hit me.
She is like this. If I strike back or talk to her again, she will scold again: "shameless!" Do you want to live? " I ignored her and started writing. Unexpectedly, she touched me again, and I drew a long line in my notebook. I was annoyed and scolded her. She scolded me in turn: "Who told you to touch me just now!" " Hit me again. I don't want to be bullied by her all the time, so I called her "shameless!" "I was stunned." I accidentally touched you and you hit me three times! ""So I started writing again, only to find that she grabbed me for no reason and scratched my hand. I thought, it seems that I can't do it without giving you some power! I had to push her myself. I pushed her at once and she gave in. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother often said to my father, "I always think I'm right, just talk about others and don't think about whether I'm right or wrong!" " "When I think of this sentence, I also wonder if I am right or wrong. After thinking about it, I suddenly found that both sides were wrong. She was: I didn't mean to, but she hit me anyway.
I am: others only need to defend themselves. Anyway, she felt boring when she hit her. I hit her in turn. She is a woman. Good men don't fight with women. I regret it.
7. Write a short essay of 100 words by imitating the text "Quarrel". Most students envy those who write well. They are eager to make their own speeches, and they will pin their hopes on their teachers. Therefore, teachers should break down their goals in a planned way in the classroom teaching process on weekdays, and train one point in each class. For example, if the writing is beautiful, they will focus on training. For texts with clever writing methods, we should pay attention to understanding methods; If the story of the text is strong, you can train retelling and summarize the main content; If the characters are vividly described, they will grasp the key words to understand the characters' images and emotions ... and decompose the goals, which not only avoids the stereotyped teaching mode, but also enables the writing training to be implemented because of the relatively simple tasks and sufficient time. For example, when I was teaching Farewell, I chose a point for students to imitate.
8. Do you want to know who I quarreled with in the second grade of primary school? Let me tell you something. Qi Yingying and I quarreled. Qi Yingying and I had a few quarrels. After the quarrel, make up again in a few days.
In the third grade, in Chinese class, the teacher asked us to write synchronous copybooks and copy words. Qi Yingying and I took out the synchronized copybook and started to do it. We stopped writing a line. "We should hand in synchronized copybooks together, ok?" Yan Yingying said. I will continue to write "Hold" in lesson 25. Qi Yingying writes slower than me.
Suddenly the bell rang, and Qi Yingying saw that I wrote faster than her and said angrily, "Why didn't you wait for me? Didn't I say we should hand it in together? " What if I don't wait for you? I said.
"You're lying. Didn't you say yes? " Yan Yingying said. "Just now, you said that we should hand in synchronous copybooks together, ok? I didn't agree. "
I said, "I heard it." Yan Yingying said.
I asked my deskmate Shou Kaize: "Qi Yingying just asked me if we should hand in synchronized copybooks together. Did I say yes? Shou Kaize replied: "You didn't say yes. ""You heard me, I didn't say yes, "I said." Let's hand it in. "
I was wrong. I shouldn't have waited for Qi Yingying.
9. How to write a quarrel in the composition on the topic of quarrel in the second volume of Grade Three?
One night, there were waves of quarrels in the classroom. Who's fighting? Oh, so it's chalk and chalk brush arguing! They are discussing what uses they bring to people and distinguishing who is the best.
The chalk brush spoke first and said, "I can help the teacher erase the typo, so I am the best." Chalk said unconvinced, "The teacher can only write with me. I am a good helper!" " ""I am the best, "said the chalk." If humans don't have me, they can't erase typos. "Chalk retorted," If people in the world can't write without me, so I am the best. "."Blackboard eldest brother was awakened by the sound of their quarrel, and his face flushed with noise. Brother Blackboard immediately figured out the reason and said to them, "Let's play a game! Then we can know who has the strongest ability. The content of the competition is: whoever can write from 1 to 20 in one minute, without a typo, is fast, and that person is the winner. The game has started. The first thing that appeared was chalk. Originally, there was no typo from 1 to 12, but 13 was wrongly written. It wrote 13 as b, and it lost. Followed by the chalk brush, it looked sad as soon as it came on stage, because it couldn't write, but only cleaned the blackboard ... A minute passed quickly, and the chalk brush didn't write a word during the competition, so it also lost. Brother Blackboard spoke again: "Unity is strength. As long as we all work together in Qi Xin, unite and cooperate, we will certainly write good words. "The chalk brush and chalk understood and cooperated again. Before they wrote for a minute, 20 numbers were written neatly one after another.
The story of chalk and chalk brush made me understand that unity is strength, just like chalk and chalk brush, they are indispensable. Only unity can write better, more beautiful and more neat words.