I like reading books. Apart from watching the news, I hardly care about computers and TV. But what is certain is that books have taught me a lot.

In my spare time, I always pick up Helen Keller's autobiography "If I still have three days to see", and I feel like Mark Twain said, "/kloc-there were two strange people in the 9th century, one was Napoleon and the other was Helen Keller". As we all know, she had a different childhood.

Before she was blind, she loved her hometown very much, but a disease took away her beautiful eyes and sensitive ears and helped her. She lost confidence in life and gradually lost the ability to speak. I sympathize with her, but what can such a child do? I saw it. Yes, she was just naughty until she was seven, but when she was seven, her mentor changed her.

In my impression, the teacher Anne Sullivan is her. I have forgotten one thing. It doesn't matter. Importantly, she opened the door of Helen's mind and began to teach Helen Keller to write. I was deeply moved. My fate was unfair to Helen Keller, but she was reborn with the help of her teacher. I have always complained that I am inferior to others, but compared with others, such as Helen Keller, I am more than her. Why am I not as good as she was when she was a child?

There is a sentence on the back cover of this book ―― We are grateful for misfortune. I am deeply convinced, isn't this teaching me to be a man? Poor students do better or work harder than those with superior conditions. They have seeds in their hearts to help them out of poverty. We should also spur ourselves while enjoying happiness. Didn't Helen Keller do a good job?

This book deeply inspired me and taught me to be a man. I like books like Home more and more!

Life has taught me to be strong.

In life, people will inevitably experience setbacks. For my life, these setbacks are at best just a little spray in my life.

I remember when I took the entrance examination for the first year of junior high school, I thought I got good grades. However, I didn't know that I failed in Chinese until my grades came down, and I got 45 points. When the teacher handed out the test paper, he also told me that a lot of knowledge on the test paper should not be wrong. I look like a smart little girl, but why did I get such a result in the exam? Tears swirled in my eyes when I walked off the platform. When I got back to my seat, I couldn't help it. Tears welled up in my eyes. I'm really sad to see my grades. After class, Tam and Li Yuanxin came to comfort me and said that the exam had passed, so don't think about it. If you don't do well in this exam, you won't be able to make up your grades if you cry again. Do better in the exam next time, just keep working hard. Hearing this, they were right. I dried my tears and went to dinner with them.

Also, on the second day of last semester, our class selected league members, but I didn't. The teacher talked to me and told me a lot. When I returned to the classroom, Guo looked at my face and asked my teacher what she wanted to talk to me about. I couldn't help crying when I told her. Guo told me it was nothing. In fact, I am not worse than any of them, or even better than them. I also know that this is her comforting me. She dried my tears and told me that I would go to the next league member selection.

A few weeks ago, when I was selected as a top three school, I lost again, but this time I didn't cry because I still remember what Guo said. In fact, I am not worse than those who have been chosen.

This is me, from a girl who loves to cry and wants to be strong. The road is at my feet, life has taught me to be strong, and life has also made me experience setbacks.

He taught me to respect old people.

Today, I went home by bus as usual, with five stops in the middle.

I walked from school to the station with a heavy schoolbag on my back, and walked for two stops. After that, I was sweating and exhausted, and my feet were almost broken. After getting on the bus, I immediately found a seat and ran like the wind. After sitting down, I said to myself: Ah! Finally, I can rest.

At this moment, I saw a young man get on the bus. With goods in his hands, he asked the conductor where to take a bus to the Bund. Take the Bund to the terminal, it takes about a dozen stops! The conductor said. Then the young man grabbed the handrail and gasped.

Changshu road station said on the radio that after the car door was opened, many people squeezed out of the car door, and the young man also found a seat to sit down. At this time, there are no empty seats. Finally, an old man came over. He staggered to buy a ticket. I felt sorry for the old man and wanted to give him my seat, but it suddenly occurred to me that I was just sitting in my seat, and if I gave up my seat, it would involve me again. Forget it, I won't give up my seat today. Let others be Lei Feng and do good deeds!

In the blink of an eye, I found that the young man said to the old man, Grandpa, please sit with me! Help him to his seat. After watching this scene, I was ashamed and thought: Although I am carrying a heavy schoolbag, the goods of that young man are heavier than my schoolbag, and I have to take more than ten stops! He can give his seat to the old man, why can't I? Unconsciously, my face turned red.

Since then, when I go home by bus and meet old people, I always give them my seat. I want to say to the young man: Thank you, you taught me how to respect the old people, and you also told me in your silent words that giving up my seat to the old people is a virtue.

My mother taught me to cook.

In life, grass teaches us to be strong; Friends teach us unity and friendship; Seiji Ozawa taught us not to be superstitious about authority, but to believe in ourselves. At home, my hardworking mother taught me to scramble eggs. ...

Every time I go home, I can smell a fragrance that pours into people's hearts. Yes, it's the smell of my mother's cooking, so I had a whim and asked my mother to teach me the simplest dish-scrambled eggs.

When I came to the kitchen, my mother asked me to knock two eggs first. I got the first egg. The egg didn't break with a light knock. I am in a hurry. When I knocked hard, the eggshell broke. Before I could put it in the bowl, the naughty egg came out. With the last lesson, I learned the method. I knocked on the eggshell with moderate intensity. I quickly put it in the bowl and watched the eggs flow into the bowl. Then my mother turned on the fire, adjusted the heat, put a proper amount of oil, and let me pour the eggs into the pot. Looking at the crackling oil, I can't help but get nervous. But because I put it forward, I can't give up halfway. I have to put the eggs in the pot. Just after I put them in the pot, several oil spots came into close contact with my hands. My mother asked me to scramble eggs, and I just turned them over a few times. It's delicious! "I tasted it and it was really delicious. Salted eggs flow into my heart, but they are sweet.

After scrambled eggs, I understand that cooking is not an easy task. Mom and dad do this every day. How hard it is. We should be considerate of them.