No sooner had I finished reading a book than I started writing it. In the backlight, the yellowed scroll opened its arms silently, as if it were a precipitation of time. Reading makes time heavy; Reading taught me to understand slowly.
The Kite Runner said: "There is a way to be a good person." The last time I remember reading this book was several years ago. I was moved to tears by the loyal Hassan in the book, and I was saddened by what Amir did. From this heavy book, I learned justice and that it is brave to stand up. So when I went out to play with my friends, an older child robbed my little daughter's seat. Although I am also very scared, I have so-called courage in my heart, and I never flinch in the aggressive tone and fierce eyes of the other party. Today, I still remember the trusting eyes of my friends and the proud feeling after successfully defending my seat, so I vowed to be a brave man and not be as timid as Amir.
Then I read the book again, but I saw a different Amir. I actually began to understand, and was moved by Amir. Perhaps society, family, personality and fate made him, but it was his redemption of sin that inspired people. It was his courage that made me feel it again.
I remember once going to menstruation's house to live with my sister. The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and saw porridge gushing out of the rice cooker in an exaggerated way. I was at a loss, so I hurried back to bed, pretended not to see anything, and fell asleep again. It was a long time before I was awakened. It turned out that my aunt and mother thought that the elder sister who got up first broke the rice cooker. My sister said blankly that she didn't know. "Did you do it?" My mother looked at me with burning eyes. "No." I quickly shook my head. "Did my sister do it?" Aunt asked, her eyes sharper than my mother's. I was stunned by this look, and I couldn't speak at once. I subconsciously looked at my sister, her eyes were shining, as if I wanted to wash her white in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. "If you lie, you will be punished together." Sister's voice came cold again. I opened my mouth in fear, but what I said was indifferent: "I didn't get up, not me." Finally, my aunt hit my sister, and her sister stubbornly bowed her head and said nothing, but her eyes were dim. The truth was reduced to ashes in the silence of two people.
At that time, my sister's eyes overlapped with Hassan in the page, and I suddenly began to question my courage. The so-called good road, how to go. I thought of what I had done, and guilt and regret were intertwined, which made me think of Amir at once. I thought about it and found the answer. There is no natural brave in this world, but setbacks and difficulties are inevitable. I have read a passage: when you feel fear and pain, it is the time to decide your fate. The dividing line of life is here, crossing this step is a hero, and returning this step is a coward! So fear is not all negative. In fact, it may be the beginning of a person's real strength and the starting point of becoming a brave person. True courage is not that you won't make mistakes or be timid, but that you know you are afraid but still face and bear it bravely. This is courage. Justice once thought it was courage, but courage is more than that. I decided to call my sister and tell her that I was wrong. Call my aunt and restore the truth. Maybe they don't remember, but the important thing is that my mind has been liberated, and I really understand that the bravest thing is the process of redemption.
I am grateful for reading. Reading helped me find a way to be a good person, and then I met a better self.
Life is like a moving train. On the way, we will meet many people, and you will see people coming and going. If you are lucky, you will gain a sincere friendship on the way; Get a new experience, a new "enlightenment" ... I met my teacher "you" on this moving train. It is because I met you that I had a different experience and a different choice.
Although I am in junior high school now, I will never forget what you experienced with us. You are my other "first teacher", which has opened a new door for me on the road of sports. I'm glad I met you at that time-the PE teacher!
I still remember when I met you in the third grade, you were just a little PE teacher in our class. At that time, I hurt my hand because I was naughty. You always take care of me when we are free to go to physical education class. So I don't remember you at all.
When I returned to the fifth grade, I was lucky enough to be selected for the track and field team, and this moment was also the moment when we really began to get to know each other. It was when you trained us for a month, not because I hated track and field at first, but now I like it. Are you happy to train track and field? Maybe it's because of the teacher! Facing you, friends of our track and field team are always free. I like that feeling, even though the training is hard and tiring. After summer training, we were all sweating; In winter training, we also wear short sleeves and shorts. When running, we often run to our lips because of the cold. But we still laughed happily during training, but we were satisfied.
Time flies faster than we thought, and soon we will be in the sixth grade. We didn't expect that all of us would have the "last chance" to train together and cheer for each other on the field, but it was so unexpected that it came true! We will once again take part in a bigger competition, a competition with more sense of honor. This will be the last time we fight together, because we will become competitors in junior high school. We all know in our hearts why there is such a rare opportunity. That's because we "met" your teacher, and we all know that you won the opportunity for us, so we all cherish this opportunity very much.
After the game, we all got a good ranking. However, after the game, we are faced with graduation from primary school.
And our teacher, in order to give us a chance to choose a better school, you ran around for me and contacted the track and field coaches of various schools for us. But we don't listen to things outside the window. We don't know anything.
Through the help of teachers and our own efforts, we also came to a better junior high school. I took part in the sports meeting in Wuhou district again, this time not because of honor, but because of a promise, because I promised my teacher to take the road to the field, and I can't break my word. Because our game time was Friday and Saturday, and because the teacher had a class last Friday, we didn't come. The teacher should have a good rest on Saturday, but you came to watch our junior high school game, so the teacher sacrificed his rest day. Actually, we won't complain if you don't come, teacher.
Teacher, although I am in junior high school now, I will never forget you. I won't forget your help and encouragement. I am also lucky to be your first training. I am lucky that the teacher "met" you, and I thank God for meeting you. I think if I have to do it again, I will definitely make the same choice!
There is an encounter that can cross the age; There is an encounter that can travel through time and space. Fortunately, before I was completely old, I met you in your best time and let me see your youth and beauty.
20xx, thank you. This summer, in the education of hope, in a plate of fine sand, in dense words, in mottled sunshine and humid air, I met the most beautiful face in your life, touched the pulse of your true wisdom, heard the most authentic voice in your life, appreciated your shyness and implicature, high cold and unrestrained coexistence, and at the same time, gained a pure happiness and transcendence.
The girl who has always liked such lightness and coldness is probably you.
She reads. She is crazy about reading. She is willing to grope in books like a walker, to talk with famous philosophers at all times and in all countries, and to chat with beloved authors. She read The Old Man and the Sea, Robinson Crusoe, Red and Black and War and Peace. ...
She would read Zoya and Shula to me with the receiver, and my eyes would get wet when I read it, and she would cry. She also read Ma Xiaotiao's Naughty Boy to me. She showed me The Complete Works of Yang and the books on the shelf. When someone calls her, she often listens to her lazy eyes in the book and answers. Behind a pair of thick glasses are a pair of beautiful big eyes, blinking.
She writes and likes writing. Willing to swim in black and white like a cheerful fish. Her excerpts are exquisite, with beautiful lines, and beautiful patterns are drawn with colored strokes. At first I thought it was bought. She showed me the sentences and words that touched her, and showed me the works that were confused with the original. The composition she handed in is often regarded by me as "excerpts", and her excerpts are often regarded as her originality.
Her face is always so neat that she hardly needs a correction tape. Where you need to mark or modify, you will always mark it in the most suitable place on the paper, so that you can see it at a glance. Every line of words is a flower in her heart, accompanied by a wisp of ink, and also dyed her delicate and strong mood and feelings.
Her ideas are always clear, her articles are clear and her language is concise and beautiful.
One day, I said to her: Believe me, Bao Er, you will be a hundred times more than Yang Qiang in the future. When she was your age, she was no match for you. No She said modestly, without lifting her head from the book.
She has innocence and beauty that has not yet grown up, and she has wisdom that is booming. She is so beautiful, but she doesn't know it. She loves and hates clearly. She likes it if she likes it. She doesn't like it, just doesn't like it. She is not as clever as most girls. She has a distinct personality and sharp eyes. When she passes by, it seems that there is a kind of non-trace, unutterable and strange smell that will suddenly confuse a pool of spring water in the lotus pond, but at a glance, it will be unforgettable.
She said that she is willing and will always be willing to walk between the lines until she grows up and gets old. Listen attentively to your inner voice, and pour your inner notes on the paper one by one with a light pen. Like a flower, flower after flower, petal after petal, saturated with fragrance and dew, presents itself. Every byte, paragraph and line is a flower of the soul.
I suddenly remembered a very important thing that needs to be corrected: I am not her teacher, she is my teacher.
This exquisite and pure life! Grateful for life, let me meet you in this most beautiful time.
How I missed Qian Qian when I met Grade Three Composition 4.
I remembered the tender seven-year-old girl holding "300 Tang Poems" in the afternoon at dusk, making baby, that's the poem I met; I also thought of the weather when the grass grows and the warbler flies. The little girl who started smoking flew to fly a kite. That was when I met my childhood. There is also a basketball court, and his white skirt suddenly flashed, which was when I met my youth. ...
But those are too short, too short. When I think of the peony I met in Cai Bo, I will be absent-minded and smile, and I will feel lost and my thoughts will flow more.
Talent and frivolity.
When I was in primary school, I was able to crumple a few complicated sentences casually, which was praised by many people. I am always ecstatic. Who has never been frivolous and impetuous? I was writing an article at that time, but inscriptions, prefaces, epilogues and subheadings swarmed in. I'm still complacent, aren't I? Unusual words are everywhere, and I know all the methods that others don't use. It was not until you told me with a smile that "this should be changed, that should be changed, and all should be changed" that I realized that it was time to say goodbye to the past.
We didn't know each other very well when you gave me a few pages of papers. I also have tears in my eyes. This teacher doesn't seem to particularly appreciate me, but he can't forget the light and smile that you can't hide when you draw lines to change sick sentences. I have quietly thought that we will write vividly and convincingly one day, but I can't forget the pride of the past articles circulated by the whole class, which is far from the bleak situation now. My heart is full of sadness, I can't see flowers, I can't see water, and my blood is boiling. I looked up at the ceiling of the classroom and felt condescending. Why not go higher, or I will be carried away by my talent.
It took me a day to meet you, but it took me a year to settle down. Teacher Liu, I can't forget your smile when I recited Duanmu Hongliang's Land of My Hometown in a cold hoarse voice. I can't forget your praise. When I said that "the sky is full of clouds and mountains, and the top and bottom are all white", it reminded me of "a drop in the ocean, practice without makeup"; I still remember when I was fascinated by his sentences, you led the whole class to applaud me. I am complacent. In the roaming of the Chinese world, apart from the poetry books in my stomach, I also have your company to roam freely in the mountains, rivers and waters.
Poetry and distance are of great significance, but meeting you also makes me feel that "a thousand miles are always there, and Bole is not there".
After that, I decided to cut off the beautiful words and write out the simplicity in my heart, but I couldn't resist the poet's temperament in my heart and wrote an essay on Peony, which coincided with our study of Zhou Dunyi's On Ailian. I really don't like his lotus, which is lonely, arrogant and inhuman. I love the rich peony that many people love, so warm and frank. When the spring breeze comes, it will "move the capital when the flowers bloom", and when the cold wind blows, it will "fall flowers all over the ground and be haggard", which means that the celebrity spits that she "only knows that coming to the garden is better than mountains". I like it, too, and I am willing to write some words for her.
I felt uneasy when I gave you this composition. A year has passed, and I don't know how my article grew, nor what I learned from you. Unexpectedly, we all love peony in full bloom, consciously dripping; They are also willing to be earthly peonies and are not bound. My tears overflow from my eyes, like the fragrance and color of peony. I met a new self in your eyes, so I met a new you.
Teacher Liu! Even if we are separated, I hope you can be as talented as when we first met, and I hope you will be beautiful and never fade in the westward journey! I will continue to write, and I will continue to meet my expectations.
If life is like meeting for the first time, meeting, getting to know each other and getting to know each other. Meeting another self-that's the hardest part.
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"You see, you see, other people's children! Your academic performance is good, so don't worry about your parents. Look at you again and learn more from others. " This is probably what everyone hears most from their parents. Other children are always better than us. In this way, other people's children set a very bad image in my heart until she appeared.
She, a classmate who has just transferred here, may be someone else's child that parents often say. Looking at her straight sitting posture and beautiful handwriting, I can't help feeling a little resentment. But looking at the stack of eugenics papers in the teacher's hand, I don't know how much I expect. But when I read her name, all my thoughts were dispelled.
It's her again Why her again? I clenched my fist tightly and banged on the table. This is the second time. As long as she is here, no matter what she does, she always walks in front of me. Perhaps because I clenched my fist, a few pea-like tears dripped from my rosy eyes. It fell on the table and on the ground, wetting the bright red report card in front of my eyes. I like comfort and scolding.
My parents' enlightenment still failed to persuade me to go out of the room while eating. I was alone in the room. And the next morning, I got up and rubbed my red eyes and ran to the school gate, alas! What a pity! It is she who walks in front of me. Looking at his confident smile and natural and graceful posture, I couldn't help muttering a few words. "What's the matter? What happened? You don't look well? " She suddenly approached me and said that she seemed to see what was on my mind. And I can only shake my head feebly, indicating nothing.
When she got to the classroom, she seemed to be clinging to that thing in the morning and kept asking me endless questions. The teacher seems to see our little trick. I have a bad feeling. As I expected, the next second, "Mu, please get up and answer this question." I stood up at once, but fell heavily into the chair.
When I woke up, my mother's anxious eyes caught my eye, and I realized that I had arrived home now. But I saw her in the blink of an eye, and she also showed unprecedented anxiety, and deliberately avoided it, not wanting others to see it. Before they asked me, I said, "I just didn't eat last night, or my blood sugar was low." Then she smiled and said goodbye, and let me have a good rest, leaving me alone to savor this smile.
I pulled myself together as soon as I put on my makeup. When I saw her again in the classroom, there seemed to be no jealousy or resentment. On the contrary, I adore her. I see a lot of bright spots in her. Her hearty laughter and helpful enthusiasm prompted me to give up. I leaned close to her ear and said, "You're fine. You can be said to be a perfect person. I can't compare with you, nor can I compare with you. I will in the future. " I thought to myself: she should be very happy and have no competitors. But she replied, "I like you very much and don't mind you being a competitor." You can make me do better and let me see my own shortcomings. I'm glad to be your deskmate. I don't know if I can be good friends? " I subconsciously nodded and said something that surprised me: "There will be an activity in the class next week. Let's go together! " She smiled and nodded.
I froze. Isn't she another self? She always reminds me that I can't fall behind and encourages me to stick to it. At first, I only saw my own good, but I didn't see the good of others. I only know how to hate others blindly. If I combine the two, I can do better and surpass myself. Isn't she the one I've been missing? Yes, it must be. I can do it, even if I can't do it now, I can do it later!
Isn't that what youth is all about? Isn't the most beautiful thing in the world meeting? Meeting another self-this is the most rare thing.