When you open the Analects of Confucius, the first sentence that catches your eye is: "Confucius said,' Why not study from time to time? ..... ",but I'm not sure. Something happened this week, which made me understand this truth.

It was an English class, and the teacher asked us to recite a text. I memorized it at that time, and I felt ok. When I got back, I threw the book away without reading it and thought, "How to review such a simple text?" After finishing my homework, I went to bed early.

The teacher will spot-check the endorsement the next day. I thought it would be better to read it silently first, so I took out the book. Unexpectedly, I have no impression at all. I can't recite many sentences, only some deja vu images are shaking in my mind. I broke out in a cold sweat and thought, "Oh, no, if I am drawn, I will be miserable and will definitely be laughed to death!" " "There seems to be a chill rising slowly behind me. So I prayed in despair: don't call me, don't call me ... every time the teacher's eyes swept over, it made me tremble like a whip. Finally, the teacher didn't call me, but I felt extremely ashamed and guilty. ...

After returning, I recited the text carefully for three times.

Confucius said, "Reviewing the past and learning the new can be a teacher." I realized that review is a magic weapon to prevent forgetting. Only by "reviewing the past and learning the new" can we have a "learning the new" on the next level. The so-called "people who want to know new things without looking back" are also sick; People who look back but can't learn new things will get sick, which is the truth and lesson I got from this incident.

Or this:

It taught me.

I always don't know how to care about others and help others. But after this happened, it taught me a deep lesson.

I remember that afternoon, I skipped out to play after finishing my homework and met a little boy on the way. He has been running on the grass, with a cheerful smile on his face and giggling from time to time. The grass on the ground danced with the wind, some flowers held their heads high, and some bowed their heads shyly, as if afraid of the sun shining on his little face. Among the flowers, bees are busy collecting honey, butterflies are dancing and the sun is shining on the little boy. How beautiful everything looks! Suddenly, the little boy sprained his foot and fell to the ground. Immediately, the weather turned sunny and cloudy. At first, the little boy frowned and widened his round eyes. His red face turned a little pale. With a "wow", tears poured out of the little boy's eyes like a rainstorm. Seeing the little boy crying so pitifully, I couldn't help but want to comfort him, but on second thought, if anyone saw me, he thought I was bullying him, saying that I bullied the small with the big and had no conscience. Hey, it's still "everyone cleans the snow in front of the door, and don't worry about frost on other people's tiles"-never mind, run! Just then, an elder sister wearing a red scarf, a little older than me, rushed to help the little boy up and asked with concern, "Stop crying, little friend, does it still hurt?" Sister, take you home! "The little boy stopped crying and looked at his sister in surprise for a while. His innocent smile came out again. He said in a crisp children's voice, "No pain, thank you, sister." Sister smiled sweetly and helped the little boy away. At the corner of the intersection, my sister in a red scarf turned around and glared at me before leaving. Watching them walk far behind, I can't help but bow my head in shame and stand there silently. ...

It's been a long time, but I won't forget it for a long time, because it taught me to care about and help others.