Born in poverty, I felt inferior from an early age. I dare not play with other children for fear that they will treat me as a "horse". My biggest fear is that I will be forced to call my parents' names. If I don't listen, I will be beaten black and blue by them, afraid to go home, for fear that my parents will see me sad. All this is because of poverty.
In this way, I survived my childhood and grew up gradually. My father sent me to a private primary school in the village. Unfortunately, I met my deskmate again. He is a famous "iron fist" in the whole school. What did he tell me? How dare I resist? Even more afraid to "complain", afraid of his revenge, I had to "willingly" be a "slave" for him for several years, or because I was poor.
I really can't forget the way my parents hunched over their farm tools at dawn. The tears of my little sister who was forced to go out to work because her studies were not completed; And the lingering look in grandma's eyes when she was seriously ill and had no money for treatment ... all this was because of poverty.
It is in this cruel reality that my mind has been unusually purified. I am eager for a bright future and the success of my career. I always feel that there is a fire burning in my chest, which melts all illusions and hypocrisy, selfishness, greed and cunning, and illuminates my way forward.
In the hard journey, I learned to be tough, tenacious, optimistic and confident. This kind of iron will makes me not slack off and depressed in the harsh environment, but go forward bravely.
Thanks to poverty, it makes me mature prematurely;
Thanks to poverty, it makes me stronger;
Thanks to poverty, but also to my parents.
2. Junior high school composition Write a 600-word composition to thank poverty by "thanking poverty".
Only through hellish tempering can we create the glory of heaven; Only bloody fingers can play the swan song of the world.
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I am a "lucky" child and have become "friends" with poverty since I was a child.
At the age of eight, my mother got rheumatoid disease. At this moment, my sister came to our "happy home". It's really rainy. In order to treat his mother, his father lost everything and went everywhere for medical treatment. But in the end, all efforts were to no avail. The doctors shook their heads and said helplessly, "This is an immortal cancer, alas!" Mother has to wear thick cotton-padded clothes in the dog days. Even so, the whole body is shivering with cold, and it hurts badly, and my hands can't get wet at all.
Dad is in a hurry. He worked to earn money while treating his mother. The housework at home naturally fell on my tender shoulders, and I suddenly changed from a "little princess" to a "little slave".
Every morning, my father goes to work in the fields before dawn. I get up early, make milk powder for my sister first, and then cook with fire. I can't lift a pot of water, so I put it on the stove first and then scoop it in one by one. Make a fire. I won't. I always have fire on my face and hands. My mother often says with tears in her eyes, "My daughter has suffered. My useless body, alas! "
During the autumn harvest, my father worked alone and was very busy. He didn't come back for dinner at noon, so I went to other places to see him off. I rode my newly learned bicycle to deliver food, and even the water was too heavy. I often fall to the ground, food rolls all over the floor, my knees are broken, and my hands are bleeding. At that time, I couldn't help crying, but thinking of my tired father, young sister and seriously ill mother, I gritted my teeth and got up, packed up the leftovers and limped along.
"The children of the poor are in charge early", I deeply realized it!
Because my family is poor, I sometimes feel inferior, so I pay special attention to my academic achievements and swear to do my best, not to be looked down upon by others, and to fight for my family. I am thirsty for knowledge and regard books as "bosom friends", so since my freshman year, my grades have been among the best.
When the teacher praised me and my classmates envied me, my sense of inferiority was swept away and my pride came into being. My heart is full of sweetness: that sense of accomplishment and happiness makes me forget all the hardships and pains!
Because of poverty, I can stand on my own feet; I can stand out because I am poor. Suppose I was born in a rich family, would I still be as sunny as I am today? Thanks for poverty!
3. Thanks for the 800-word argumentative essay on poverty. If someone asks, "What do you choose between poverty and wealth?" Maybe you will choose wealth without hesitation. Yeah, who doesn't want to live a good life? Who doesn't want smooth sailing? But we know that sometimes we can't choose our life. If everyone created by God is destined to be rich, there will be no distinction between rich and poor in the world, and people will not struggle for their ideals. There is a saying: "Talent comes from poor conditions." So I want to thank poverty. It is poverty that has cultivated my strong character; It is poverty that shapes my calm appearance; It is poverty that gives me the motivation to move forward; It was poverty that taught me to cherish. Thanks to poverty, I have experienced ups and downs for more than ten years.
But at this moment, I still want to pour out my psychological words that have been in my heart for more than ten years on this small piece of paper. I hope it will take my heart, towards the distant, let my unknown fate share my worries with me, and let him be my loyal listener. When I was five years old, my parents went to work in other places and left me with my grandmother. However, it has been more than ten years since I left. So I became a homeless orphan at an early age, and no one disciplined me: my clothes were torn, my hair was long, no one cut it, no one gave me an umbrella in rainy days, no one comforted me when I cried, and no one scolded me for my poor grades ... However, all this did not make me indulge myself, but made me more independent, more self-loving and stronger. But I'm also vulnerable. After all, I am a girl, and the girl's heart is clear and transparent and easily broken. Someone said, "Girls' tears are precious. "
But I always feel that my tears are no longer precious. For more than ten years, tears have been growing with me and become my inseparable friends. Maybe this is the only thing that can free me from pain! I envy my classmates for growing up in the arms of their parents without any worries. Envy that they can be comforted when they cry; Envy oneself can live in the nagging of parents; Envy them for being given umbrellas on rainy days; Envy their clothes are torn; Envy that they have a free sky; Envy them ... I became a caged bird, listened to my master's orders, let you starve occasionally when I was unhappy, and you could only hide in a dark corner and cry silently. In this family, grandma is the only one who treats me like a meticulous person, and doesn't let me suffer a little wind and rain and take care of me in every possible way. I live in love every day.
Writing about poverty has always been the root of poverty, even in my parents' generation. Born in a poor family, I felt inferior from an early age. I dare not play with other children, for fear that they will treat me as a "horse" and be forced to call my parents' names. If I don't listen, I will be beaten black and blue by them and dare not go home, for fear that my parents will be sad when they see it. All this is because of poverty. Later, when I grew up, my father sent me to a private primary school in the village. Unfortunately, I met my deskmate again. He is a famous "iron fist" in the whole school. How dare I resist? Even more afraid to "complain", afraid of his revenge, he had to "willingly" be a "slave" for him for several years because he was poor. I really can't forget my parents hunched over with farm tools at dawn. The tears of my little sister who was forced to go out to work because her studies were not completed; And the lingering look in my grandmother's eyes when she was seriously ill and had no money for treatment ... it was all because of poverty. It is in this cruel reality that my heart has been unusually purified. I always feel that there is a fire burning in my chest. It melts all illusions and hypocrisy, selfishness, greed and cunning, and it illuminates my way forward. I learned to be strong, tenacious, optimistic and confident. This steely will makes me go forward bravely instead of slacking off and depressed in the harsh environment. Thanks to poverty, it makes me mature prematurely; Thanks to poverty, it makes me stronger; Thanks to poverty, but also to my parents.
Life is a road, and the road we take is not smooth sailing. Sometimes it is flat, sometimes it is curved. When we face this tortuous and muddy road, do we choose to give up or choose to challenge? Some people say: it depends on how crooked and muddy the road is. But I will definitely choose the challenge! Because I know that the real strong is the person who dares to challenge.
Occasionally look back on the stormy course of more than ten years. I met many difficulties. Going from one difficulty to another, but falling into another difficulty, when we walk out of the difficulty again, we will find that all the difficulties I encountered along the way are like flowers, big or small. Anyway, you just need courage and determination to overcome it. I have experienced many difficulties. Today, my father took me to the provincial hospital to have my teeth filled. When I came to the hospital, I was always on tenterhooks. When I finished showing the film to the doctor, he said to me seriously, "You have to pull out four teeth!" " "The doctor's words have been ringing in my ears. I'm afraid of being in a hurry! This is a challenge for someone who has never pulled it out! So I quickly called my father out and said to him, "Let's go home. I can't! " "I looked at my father with pleading eyes. Dad just nodded. After dinner, I chatted with my parents. Dad took a diary from the table. He showed me a story. This story is written like this: two people lost money in business, and both of them had only one penny left. One person lost confidence, while another person came up with a way to buy some paper and make some small toys to sell in the market. Gradually, through his unremitting efforts, he finally became a rich man! Then, I thought of Qu Yuan and Han Fei ... Why should I shrink back and why should I be afraid? I should bravely step forward and move the stone in front of me. It makes me understand that the difficulty is not terrible, but whether you can face it bravely! On the road of life, there are thorns everywhere, but we just need courage and determination. After unremitting efforts, there will be flowers in front of us. It requires us to throw away all our troubles, think seriously, untie our heavy bags, and get rid of its heavy shell with strength and belief. There is a saying: "I live to overcome difficulties." A person who has not experienced difficulties is not a successful person. Only after experiencing many difficulties will you become stronger and braver! Then I said to my father, "I will go tomorrow!" " "
No difficulties, no development, no innovation, no courage and determination to surpass yourself! There will be no joy of success! Therefore, we must move forward bravely.
Thanks to the difficulties, it made me understand this philosophy of life, a very important philosophy of life!
6. Write a composition of not less than 500 words on the topic of "Thank you for your difficulties". It is as difficult as lightning, which can knock down tall trees and light up the dark world; Difficulties are like floods, which can devour fresh life and nourish dry land; Difficulties are like a mountain, which can block the way forward, and can also lure people to climb and temper their will. Difficulties are like daily affairs for everything. It will accompany people all their lives, so it can be said that difficulties are not only unpopular, but also unexpected? Guests are also indispensable friends in the journey of life.
Many people like pearls because they are very beautiful and dazzling. But, people, have you ever thought about the formation of pearls? Pearls are bred from pearl mussels, but beautiful and dazzling pearls are formed because mussels are invaded by foreign objects (sand or parasites). In order to expel the foreign bodies invading the human body, the poor mussel will secrete pearlite to wrap the foreign bodies layer by layer, and after fighting with the foreign bodies, it will be wrapped for a long time without interruption. It can be seen that pearls are made by mussels with their precious "tears", and they were formed after many difficulties.
As we all know, before the ugly duckling became a beautiful white swan, it also experienced various difficulties of darkness and ridicule.
Therefore, they should all be grateful for the difficulties, because mussels cannot be bred into pearls without the "difficulties" of foreign bodies such as sand. The ugly duckling can't become a white swan without experiencing "difficulties" such as darkness and ridicule.
So do we humans. If we don't set some obstacles on the road of children's growth and blindly provide them with prosperity, so that their ideas can be realized without effort, then when they grow up, once they encounter setbacks, they will inevitably bear the blow and have all kinds of unexpected consequences. As the saying goes, "since ancient times, heroes have suffered more, and teenagers have not bent down."
There can be no success without difficulties and setbacks. Therefore, we should be grateful for difficulties, because difficulties have honed our will and made us stronger.