Tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their beliefs are more real. The hardest thing is to give without asking for anything in return, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, good quality will always show its value in the end, which is even more touching.
Once upon a time, there was a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and the number of nails nailed every day gradually decreased. He found that it was much easier to control his temper than to nail it. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it. Dad said: from now on, you can pull out a nail on this day without losing your temper. Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These holes will never be restored. It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Insert a knife into a person's body, and then * * *, the wound will be difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma.
Tolerance is a beam of sunshine shining in winter, melting the misunderstood ice sculpture; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse in the dark, which can help the lost people find a harbor to sail.
Everyone's life will be unhappy, and everyone will fail. When you meet the insurmountable barrier in front of you, please don't forget that tolerance is a vast sea, which can contain everything and resolve everything.
At that moment, I understood tolerance composition 2: At that moment, I understood tolerance.
I remember the French writer Hugo once said: The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky. He embraces everything in the world in different ways, turns enemies into friends in different ways, and can be kind to others ... I really understand these truths because of an accident.
It was in the fourth grade, and I came to school with a new book borrowed from my brother. At that time, learning was very boring. The teacher doesn't allow us to bring some playing cards to school, only books. Therefore, owning a new book is naturally something to be proud of. Someone brought a new book, and the students naturally came to "touch" a little light. For a while, many people came to borrow my new book, so I generously lent it out. Later, the classmate who borrowed the book came to me and said, "I put your book on your desk." I casually replied, "well, books are not dirty for me, are they?" This is not my book. " Hearing this, he paused, looked a little flustered and said, "Nothing, don't worry!" " I went back to my seat and didn't take it to heart.
When I returned to my seat, I found my new book on the table, but the cover was covered with traces soaked in juice. At that time, I was furious and stared at that classmate, and he was looking at me. When I saw him, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be looking for something. I thought to myself: this book is not mine, even if it is mine, I borrowed it. Now how can I tell my brother that this book is dirty? But I can't say anything about him, because I have no evidence to prove that he is dirty. He won't admit anything I say to him, and I can't help it. After that, I started ignoring him.
After school, I found his long-lost exercise book in the corridor. I thought, since you have stained my book, why can't I hide your exercise book? So, I bent down to pick up the exercise book on the ground, but then he came and saw the exercise book in my hand. Just as I was making excuses, he spoke first: "I'm sorry for dirtying your book last time, and I will definitely pay for it." Now I want to thank you for helping me find my exercise book. " Hearing this, I said with shame, "I also want to apologize to you." I originally ... "In this way, the cracked friendship between me and him was repaired by accident, and I understood the importance of tolerance.
Knowing tolerance means knowing how to trust, forgive others, liberate yourself and keep your mind pure. ...
At that moment, I understood tolerance composition 3: I understood tolerance.
That summer, I wore the shirt my mother bought me to school. It is one of my favorite brands, so I pay special attention to it.
After the third class in the morning, the desk behind me, my best friend Xiaoyue, lowered her head and put her hands on her chest, came to my desk. At ordinary times, she is careless and outspoken, instead of prevaricating like this. Soon, her voice was so small that only I could hear it. She said, "Well, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to ..." At that time, I was very confused. I pulled my deskmate's shirt and realized that the third class was a painting class. Abortion accidentally spilled paint on my shirt, and a few drops of ink of different sizes were scattered on the white shirt, which was particularly dazzling. At that time, my anger continued to my head. I stood up and shouted at abortion: "I'm sorry? Apologizing is enough? Do you know this is my favorite shirt? You did it on purpose. You are jealous of me if you can't afford it yourself ... "I don't remember what I said specifically, but I know that it was all words that hurt her self-esteem. As soon as I finished, many classmates pointed at her, but I didn't feel guilty at that time. Abortion kept her head down and her shoulders trembled slightly, then she rushed out of the classroom.
When I got home at noon, I washed my shirt many times, but there was still faint ink, and my mood gradually calmed down with the decrease of ink. I regret my impulsiveness and feel guilty for my meanness. Yes, my long-term friendship with abortion is not as good as a shirt. Do I deserve to be her best friend for hurting her for a little thing? I thought a lot and was annoyed for a long time. I decided to apologize to her.
In the afternoon, I walked to the school gate and saw Xiaoyue looking around with a small box in her hand. After seeing me, she ran to me, and I realized that she was holding soap for washing clothes. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. I'll wash your shirt for you. If it doesn't wash off, I'll use my savings to buy you a new one. I'm sorry ... "She apologized to me again. I put my arm on her shoulder as usual and said, "You have finished what I want to say. What should I say? " She raised her head in doubt and her eyes were red and swollen. I think it didn't take long for my guilt to deepen after crying. "I'm sorry, I want to tell you. This is my fault. I got into so much trouble for such a trivial matter. I don't need to wash my shirt or pay. Who are we? " She looked a little excited and her eyes were wet.
Finally, this farce that should not have existed ended in her forbearance and my tolerance. Our friendship is as always, but deeper than before.
It is because of this little thing that I have gained the most precious friendship, and it is also because of this little thing that I know tolerance.
Composition 2: "At that moment, I understood tolerance" 600 words tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their beliefs are more real. The hardest thing is to give without asking for anything in return, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, good quality will always show its value in the end, which is even more touching.
There is a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and the number of nails nailed every day gradually decreased. He found that it was much easier to control his temper than to nail it. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it. Dad said: from now on, you can pull out a nail on this day without losing your temper. Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These holes will never be restored. It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Insert a knife into a person's body, and then * * *, the wound will be difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma.
Tolerance is a beam of sunshine shining in winter, melting the misunderstood ice sculpture; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse in the dark, which can help the lost people find a harbor to sail. Everyone's life will be unhappy, and everyone will fail. When you encounter obstacles that you can't overcome with all your strength, please don't forget that tolerance is a vast sea, which can contain everything and resolve everything.
Tema and Xiao Yang, Grade One of Minxi Middle School, Cao Xian County, Heze City, Shandong Province
Composition 3: "At that moment, I understood tolerance" 500 words tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their beliefs are more real. The hardest thing is to give without asking for anything in return, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, good quality will always show its value in the end, which is even more touching.
There is a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and the number of nails nailed every day gradually decreased. He found that it was much easier to control his temper than to nail it. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it. Dad said: from now on, you can pull out a nail on this day without losing your temper. Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These holes will never be restored. It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Insert a knife into a person's body, and then * * *, the wound will be difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma.
Tolerance is a beam of sunshine shining in winter, melting the misunderstood ice sculpture; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse in the dark, which can help the lost people find a harbor to sail.
Composition 4: "At that moment, I understood tolerance" 400 words tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their self-confidence is more real. The hardest thing is not to give back, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, quality will always show its value in the end and be more touching.
There is a bad boy. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail them every time he lost his temper or argued with someone in a fenced yard. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and his nails gradually decreased day by day. He found it easy to control his temper, in fact, more than a nail. Finally, one day, he was not sure, and he told his father happily. Dad said: from now on, if you have no temper every day, you can pull out nails on this day. Day after day, finally, the nails are polished. Dad took him to the fence and said to him, son, you have done a good job, but look at the fence on the nail, these holes will never recover. It's like you quarreled with a person and said something ugly. The wound you left in his heart is like this nail hole. Inserting a knife into a person's body and then pulling it out, the wound is difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma and mental trauma are hard to recover. Tolerance is a pile of sunshine in winter, so I misunderstood the melting of ice; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse at night, allowing vagrants to find a harbor to sail.
Composition 5: "At that moment, I understood tolerance! At the moment of 600 words, I understood tolerance!
Tolerance is a silent education. Only tolerant people, their beliefs are more real. The hardest thing is to give without asking for anything in return, because it is based on love and tolerance: to be forgiven by others, you must forgive others first. Although we don't ask for anything in return, good quality will always show its value in the end, which is even more touching.
There is a boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to nail one on the fence of the yard every time he lost his temper or quarreled with others. On the first day, the boy nailed 37 nails. In the next few days, he learned to control his temper, and the number of nails nailed every day gradually decreased. He found that it was much easier to control his temper than to nail it. Finally, one day, he didn't nail any nails, and he happily told his father about it. Dad said: from now on, you can pull out a nail on this day without losing your temper. Day by day passed, and finally, all the nails were pulled out. Dad took him to the edge of the fence and said to him, son, you did a good job, but look at the nail holes in the fence. These holes will never be restored. It's like when you quarrel with someone and say something ugly, you leave a wound in his heart, just like this nail hole. Insert a knife into a person's body, and then * * *, the wound will be difficult to heal. No matter how you apologize, the wound is always there. You know, physical trauma is as difficult to recover as mental trauma.
Tolerance is a beam of sunshine shining in winter, melting the misunderstood ice sculpture; Tolerance is a bright lighthouse in the dark, which can help the lost people find a harbor to sail. Every time in my life.
Everyone will have disappointments, and everyone will have failures. When you meet in front of you, do your best.
When it is still an insurmountable barrier, please don't forget: tolerance is a vast sea, containing.
Everything can also resolve everything.
Composition 6: "At that moment, I understood what tolerance is" 800 words. At that moment, I understood what tolerance is.
Wang Baosheng Jishui No.1 Middle School Class 39
I went to a basketball training class last year ~ because it was my first time to contact basketball ~ so my skills were always poor ~ The coach always punished me ~ And I hated those students who played well ~ I hated those faces that were still smiling when they were punished.
Why me again? I'm obviously much better than yesterday ~ why should I be punished? Why anyone who doesn't practice well shouldn't be punished ~ and I will be punished if I don't practice well. The more you think about it, the more angry you get ~ think about it/kloc-a group of demons who were punished after 0/0 minutes of training ~ their legs are soft. "Hey ~ you will be punished again ~ I am waiting to see you." "Bad karma ~ I'm going to play first." When I was most depressed, someone even said something like this ~ I was so angry that my muscles were tense, but I held back my temper ~ I just squatted in the corner and didn't want to see anyone.
"Hey ~ Why are you here?" I looked up and it turned out to be the captain ~ I knew the captain was a good man ~ but now I am angry and said grumpily, "What, you won't let me?" The captain seems to have suddenly remembered something ~ I patted my head and said, "That's right ~ you will be punished in the future, right?" Maybe the captain is really boring ~ I thought the captain would come, and I was used to being ridiculed by others. The captain was defenseless ~ his head hit the ground ~ he couldn't speak at the moment ~ he just held his head * * * ~ Several people around him immediately flashed their fists at me. ...
As a result, the coach fined me two groups of training that day. The more I think about it, the more scared I am ~ If it weren't for the coach just now, the captain's friends would definitely pick on me ~ This makes me even more.
I'm worried about the captain's head.
When I finished my punishment, the sun went down and the water vendor went home from work. At this time, I have no strength ~ I am thirsty ~ The sky seems to have put the wrong dye ~ It soon filled with black ~ It was as bad as my mood ~ Just when I was about to push the cart home ~ I found that the captain had come to push the cart ~ He was surrounded by the guy who showed his fist to me today. The captain covered his head with his hand ~ looked at his feet ~ and looked dignified. The tense atmosphere immediately enveloped me ~ the friends of the captains have started staring at me ~ those angry eyes almost killed me. The captain looked up: he saw me: I clenched my fist. But the captain smiled reluctantly when he saw me ~ "Just finished training: I see you are sweating all over: is there any water?" Don't drink mine ~ slow down on the road. " Then the captain handed me the water ~ suddenly an ice sheet was on my head ~ it was cold from head to toe. The captain still smiled ~ as if nothing had happened ~ made a goodbye gesture to me ~ and left with his friends. At that moment ~ my eyelids were too heavy to blink ~ I wanted to rush up and say "I'm sorry", but I still stood there.
At that moment ~ I understood what tolerance is.
Composition 7: "At that moment, I understood" 1000 words, huge slap, stern face, that moment let me remember him-my class teacher, but also let me understand the teacher's love.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I changed from an ignorant child to a pupil, and from a pupil to a middle school student. Along the way, I experienced countless difficulties before I was admitted to this key middle school. But the study life in middle school is so lonely, and loneliness is constantly devouring my soul. So, I began to become a little rebellious and began to read novels like others.
I read novels borrowed from my classmates in the dormitory every day. Although I was worried that the teacher would know, I chose to watch it. I am immersed in the virtual world of the novel, and the images in my mind are nourished, so I am no longer so dry. So, I began to yearn for the fairy tale world described in the novel, and I secretly watched it in the dormitory every day to meet my inner needs.
Paper can't wrap fire, and finally the teacher knows.
The street lamp in the evening is on again, glowing with yellow light, which is particularly dazzling. The arrival of another late class, my heart is calm and my mind is full of busy homework. Soon, I was taught a lesson by the teacher in the office, which surprised me! More is at a loss. I went to the office at a loss and was shocked as soon as I entered. The classmate who lent me the book was inside, and I began to have a bad omen. Then the vice principal asked me a word; "Do you read novels?" I felt scared, knowing that things had been exposed. But I chose to lie: "I didn't read it." Don't you dare say you haven't seen it! What do you say this is? "The head teacher came in, with an angry expression on her face and her eyes staring at me. I didn't make any refutation for myself, because it is a fact; The head teacher found a novel in my desk. I looked down, not wanting to see that cold face. He kept asking me why I read novels. However, my whole person has been numb. In the face of his "torture", I have felt the slightest pain. What flashed through my mind was just the night of my birthday. I was beaten by my father for a reason, which made me very sorry for him. Since then, I have alienated him ... My son is the head teacher but asked me to call my father. It was definitely pushing me, but I typed it anyway. Next, I faced dad's questioning and scolding, but I didn't want to say a word. More than an hour passed and I returned to the classroom, but by this time I was in tears and sobbing.
After class, I ran back to the dormitory, wrapped myself in a quilt and cried all the time. Many people in the dormitory cried, and everyone regretted why they wanted to watch it. What I thought was that when I got home, I cried sadly and my father hit me. I am scarred and can only bear the pain again. ...
Fiction is like that kind of drug, which is fascinating, but it also hurts people, so we should stay away from it and avoid it.
At that moment, I understood Yan Shi's love and understood that love is not obedience. Now, I often see that stern face and huge slap in my mind ... I will never forget him-my class teacher!
Composition 8: "At that moment, I understood." 1400 words at that moment, I understand. ...
There are many ups and downs in life, love and friendship, all of which are indispensable. I have always valued them more than one, but in the end I found that there was only my family around me, which was the most I paid.
For love, I once imagined it to be so beautiful, but when I met you and experienced something, I found that I was really too superficial and simple, too WTO-bound, and I thought everything was so simple.
The days when we first met talked about everything. I thought that if I was happy, you would be happy; I thought my care and consideration could give you the whole universe; I thought I could try my best to fill your emotional gap; I thought I loved you, and everything had nothing to do with you. I don't care if you don't care about me. I want to exchange all my fruits for your smile, because I think that is happiness.
Now I understand that the so-called eternity is just a misunderstanding. It turned out that I was distressed, so I hypnotized myself and told myself that I was happy.
We also cross the street hand in hand and climb mountains. I remember you asked me: Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you? ? I said:? No? . Because I don't want to make you tired either, but you said with a smile that you were tired and asked me to carry you ... how beautiful it was then! I feel happy even if I don't eat for a few days.
I once told myself foolishly, if only life were like the first time? . can
Now I'm thinking, I'd rather not be human and meet again in my next life, and I don't want you to be so presumptuous because I like you.
Once my friends envied me, but they didn't know that I was the one who envied them, because at least the people they cared about would care about them. Every time I told you I missed you, you said it? Hehe ... Hang in there. ; Every time I want to chat with you, you say you are busy; Every time I ask you, how are you? You said you were tired. And behind every time, you turn around and chat with' the stranger I know best' ...
Is it true that everyone quarrels with relatives and talks to strangers? If so, would you please treat me like a stranger and tell me what's on your mind? I just want to know how you are doing and how your life is, but I know that even so, you won't tell me. So now I treat you like a stranger. I tell you, now I am used to being uncomfortable, to missing, to waiting for you, and to living without you. I have loved you for a long time and waited for you for a long time, but now I want to let you go, even longer than a long time ... every day during this time, I only allow myself to indulge once, cry once, only once ... and then spend the rest of my time happily. Because I think as long as I forget the happy ones, I won't be unhappy. Of course, I also want you to know that I am satisfied with dragging your hand once. Some things, once turned around, are a lifetime.
In the journey of life, we will meet many people who can make us feel happy. Someone will walk side by side with us and witness the ebb and flow of the tide; have
Some people just spend a short time with us. We all call them friends.
For more than ten years, I have been sincerely treating every friend around me. I gave all my heart. Although I should do this to my friends, I should pay without mercy and ask for nothing in return, but I can't be betrayed by my friends in the end.
Take my closest friend as an example. I always thought we would be best friends forever, hehe … but! Why is this happening now? Some friendships still exist, and we have experienced a lot together. Even if it is painful, we will spend it happily, but some friendships have disappeared, and we can no longer cherish every beautiful place in the past. Nostalgia, like dust and smoke, has disappeared ... so there are sincere and false friendships. Sincere friendship can withstand wind, frost, rain and snow and shine in the polishing of the sun and the moon. False friendship will be destroyed in adversity.
Now I think, maybe I shouldn't be too enthusiastic about my friends, and I should treat anyone and anything moderately. If I get too close, you will lose more. Maybe one day I don't even know I'm lost. At this time, I realized that' it is enough to have a bosom friend in this life'. It is a waste to ask too much, but friends should be moderate.
Everyone talks about what society is like now, but they don't realize that society is only formed by people's communication. In the final analysis, it is not a social problem, but a human problem. If everyone did better, how could there be such a society today?
Family, needless to say, you know. Will always be the strongest backing for everyone. But also my only spiritual source now, so I want to say that now I only live for myself and my parents. Although it is not vigorous, it also has its own unique style. ..................
Composition 9: At that moment, I understood. The memory of 500 words is like an endless river, which flows continuously in every minute of life. The ripples at that time were my true portrayal, and I can't forget the things that made me blame myself countless times.
My favorite class is math. The math teacher is very humorous and often makes students laugh, but that homework made me laugh. The reason is that I am absent-minded in class, and the consequences are unimaginable-I made six mistakes in math problems. This Arabic number makes me feel scared and ashamed.
When the math class bell rang, the math teacher walked into our classroom with heavy steps and said in an anxious tone, "I made more than five mistakes in my homework today and stood up." I looked around for a while and saw that there were no allies, so I stood up with my head down. My classmates gave me amazing eyes, which made me feel very prickly. " Then the teacher came up to me and said calmly; "This assignment is full of mistakes, which is really shocking. The main reason is that you didn't listen well and didn't concentrate in class. Have you heard the story of "learning chess"? Why do two people learn chess with Qiu Yi, but their grades are different? People who learn poorly are not because their intelligence is not as good as those who learn well, but because they are not attentive in class. " I blushed after listening to the teacher's earnest words. At that moment, I knew what I should do.
From then on, I listened carefully in class and actively finished my homework after class. Because, from that conversation, I understand the teacher's good intentions, which is a fiery heart that loves life like a child!
When I was growing up, there were some moments I couldn't forget. Although it has been a long time, it is still fresh in my memory.
In primary school, my father was always cold and indifferent to me, and only my mother cared about me in every way. Every time after school, I will see my classmates' fathers come to pick them up. For me, my mother always picks me up. Even if he fails in the exam, he doesn't care. If he does well in the exam, he just smiles. I can't see his concern for me. Until one time my impression of my father changed completely.
It was a cold night, and the drizzle outside the window fell silently. When I woke up, I was hot all over. My mother also got up in a hurry and touched my forehead. Have a high fever. My father quickly changed his clothes and went cycling, only to find that the car was out of gas. Everyone is nervous. Looking at me with a cold sweat on my forehead, my father picked me up and ran to the hospital. Hey! Hey! I didn't bring my umbrella. No, no, my father answered. Father wrapped me in a coat and wrapped me up. I'm afraid something will go wrong. It's raining harder and harder, and my father's steps are getting bigger and bigger. My eyes were wet then. I found that my father seems to be much older, and the clouds on both sides are white. Father has become gentle now. But it still keeps raining. But my father insisted on taking me to the hospital.
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