Although the rock is hard, the soft water will still penetrate it. The edges and corners of a generation are sharp, but a slow river will smooth them out.
The moment he touched me, it was so clean and cool that it was a little soft in his hand. Gently touching every inch of my skin, kissing every pore of me, seemingly calm, but seemingly impatient.
Delicate, every contact has a different feeling, what remains unchanged is his modeling and gentleness.
Like invisible, but tangible, like colorless, but colored. I can never touch his naughty temper. I just feel that he has been changing, like the light I can't touch. I can't hold it in my hand, but the moment it stays, it is so gentle and soft. It's always soft in my heart, which makes me helpless. Facing him, I am always naked and dirty, which makes me very fragile. But when he left, I was so sad and regretful!
Wash my mind and soothe my anxiety. Seemingly small and soft, he is so powerful. Every time I am shocked and surprised, it is only for him.
He never takes credit for profit, but he is so selfless and persistent.
He has never been violent and overbearing, just touched it gently.
In the boundless darkness, his crisp voice always leads me to find my soul mate. Sitting beside him, the river rippled and there was another mirror. He never wavered in the brilliance of the moon.
Always think of yourself as a mirror, so pure. Show your true beauty to others, but leave the turbidity and filth to yourself to precipitate and wash away silently.
Not a single complaint. How can we not love a lonely man who insists silently, dedicates silently and tells us not to give up easily?
Water, the sacred embodiment.
Argumentative essay for grade three: Water rises to 2 liters for grade three, and homework is busy, so every small step forward needs to be redoubled.
This is an ordinary and extraordinary thing.
Every lunch break, roommates in bunk beds are studying, but the significance of their efforts is quite different.
There is a berth for targeted study, with high goals and independence. He often likes to do things that no one else has touched, and enjoys it. In addition, there are many people who love reading in my lower bunk, and there are always one or two books at hand. There is not much reading time at each lunch break, only fifteen minutes, but these fifteen minutes seem to be few but not small. If calculated on an annual basis, his reading will be beyond the reach of ordinary people, which is amazing.
Therefore, as long as you have a plan and work hard for a long time, you will eventually expand your knowledge and make yourself knowledgeable.
But some people's efforts are very ineffective, and there will be a vicious circle. Instead of strengthening themselves, they will become more and more slack.
The upper bunk opposite me holds a pen almost every day and keeps writing. I don't know the truth, but I secretly admire his eagerness to learn. But when I knew what he had written, my praise disappeared. The content of those pages is not his autonomy, but the teacher's punishment-plagiarism, hundreds of fines, or occasionally doing less homework at night' for homework', so what will his efforts and autonomy be?
Repeat over and over again, in addition to deepening the copied content to remind yourself, what other insights are there that ordinary people can't get through learning?
This is another effort. Unfortunately, its oars are not facing the upstream, but moving against the current. There will be no progress, but a considerable retrogression.
If you don't learn, you will regress.
As long as I can remember, the Chinese teacher taught us to practice Chinese calligraphy in the first grade. At that time, the quality of China's calligraphy was still inconclusive, but the writing level at that time was uneven, and many people wrote better. But when the years advanced to the third grade, the difference gradually increased, and the degree was staggering. Those people with beautiful writing have not made any progress in these three long years, and their writing remains the same. However, the once inferior words slowly caught up with or even surpassed him, gradually became popular and drowned in the sea of people. Some people even fell behind the crowd. Those who are also beautiful in words have made rapid progress in writing in three years, making themselves more prominent and outstanding, reaching the level of relying on the body, leaving the latter with the voice of envy, praise and sigh.
Some people who were not as good at writing as ordinary people at first, through these three years, let themselves catch up slowly, let their words almost degenerate, and have the general ending of the fairy tale "Ugly Duckling". However, under the same circumstances, some people who are not as good at writing as others are more anxious and motionless, and what's more, they take a step backwards, which directly leads to an embarrassing ending. At the time of the exam, the composition alone was opened by those excellent people for more than ten points, and I regretted it afterwards. Where can they get so many points back?
Therefore, only by constantly thinking about a high standard can we become more knowledgeable.
Learning is like sailing against the current. Only by making yourself have a goal, work hard correctly, face difficulties fearlessly, go forward bravely, and patiently and persistently expand your knowledge can you return to the other side of success.
If you don't learn, you will regress. Only by constantly advancing and never giving up can we have more knowledge and opportunities.
Therefore, only with the efforts and persistence of the owners, we will go upstream, get rid of the sinister water flow, meet the first rays of the sunrise and reach the other side of success.