It's a tree, very high, at least it can't be seen from the top.
Its body is very big, its branches are patched together, and its body is scarred and carved like a thick cocoon. I didn't know the hero's name-Wu Tong until I grew up.
I've seen it flourish before. Only when a warm wind blows to the earth can it endure loneliness and give birth to new life in the cold air. There is a yellow head on each branch. It is it that transfers vitality and vigor from the root to every branch. In the morning after the rain, the new branches stretched out. It grows up with young leaves and expects them to grow old with them. As we all know, the hearts of leaves yearn for the distance.
I've seen it all. Mature leaves always try their best to get rid of it. Sometimes they break their roots rebelliously, and sometimes they dance with the wind, making them dizzy. Gradually, I lost my strength. Wu Tong seems tired. It chose to let go, and its heart was relieved. Under the traction of the cold wind, yellow leaves accompanied and cheered again and again. They are as stupid as crazy dreamers. At the last moment of extinction, they missed their absurd and beautiful dreams, but they didn't know that they would be crushed to pieces the next moment. And it, watching, watched the blades behind disappear one by one, and later told it not to chase.
In the end, it was alone and had nothing. Its days go on. After a long and cold winter, on an early spring night, it fell asleep on a warm morning the next day and found life.
New miracle. At this time, it is not afraid of ice and snow, cold winter, loss or parting. It became a real soldier.
This story is too long to be found all year round. It is also the most common corner in the world. It tells me that there are always people who teach us how to eat and dress, but they don't teach us how to get up when we fall, how to dress ourselves when we fall, and how to give ourselves a smile when others look on coldly. These things have not been taught and will not be taught. Only when you stumble all the way, will you remember to prepare a band-aid. Only when you pour cold water, will you take out a towel and dry it, just like you have experienced it, and you will know that you are strong.
It happened that it was going through all this, and it happened that only it would go through all this.
The next autumn, the loquat in the village head matured. -inscription
My thoughts are flying, thinking in the dark: what is involved in my heart, the crisp chirping of several robins returning from songbirds in March; It is a simple commemoration of several groups of young frogs on the river bank in June; Or fallen leaves in the autumn wind in September.
That night, walking on the road in the country. The soles of your feet are stepping on nameless weeds, and what you hear in your ears is muddy barking. What seems to be in my heart is loneliness. The footsteps began to get heavy, and thoughts flowed back and forth freely. How many days and nights, how many days and nights, you walked with me, you gave yourself. Now, how did your body become so uneven and deformed? Who will ask you, the loquat tree in my hometown.
I closed my eyes tightly and my mind was full of ideas. I took a deep breath and exhaled hard. Another breeze blows over your soft body. I'm listening. You are crying. Why? I don't understand. Your world is too close to Zen to be understood. I opened my eyes and looked at your dancing figure and sleeping child in the dim moonlight. They are crystal clear and almost inviolable. Remember playing in your arms when I was a child.
Play, ignorance, how can I understand your good intentions? Now, I'm back, by your side. I think you are thin and haggard. My heart is about to break, because of you, my childhood is full of happiness. Because of you, my efforts have a direction.
Do you remember everything I drew in your palm when I was ignorant? Does it still hurt? I'm sorry, you have done too much for me, and I owe you too much.
I hold your hand, so rough, shame and tears, wounds and scars tear my vanity and bind you tightly. Seventeen years later, I will leave you. I can't bear to part with it. No matter where I go, I will miss you and love you-the loquat tree in my hometown.
You are my mother, nourishing my dry stream, and you are my father, supporting my firm belief. Since you gave me your fruit, let me keep it in my heart and never forget it!
Farewell, loquat tree.
Did I miss it under the loquat tree? No, I know how to live.
It is another loquat season ...
Red kapok smiles on the sidewalk, and immature fruits are trying to absorb nutrients to prepare for the arrival of May. Kapok is competing with each other, and it also indicates to us that the season of parting is coming.
On campus, a row of lobular plums stand neatly, and the tree-lined path below has our growth footprint; Aside, colorful amusement facilities are a dream paradise for our happy memories; There is our loud reading sound and laughter in the classroom, which is the temple of learning and the source of knowledge. We had a happy middle school time here.
When I was in grade one, my tutor was Miss Dai. She is a very serious teacher. As long as the school holds activities, she will fight for it. I hope to be exposed to all kinds of knowledge. Although the teacher always circles a lot of words, she also hopes that we can learn more new knowledge by memorizing the basic knowledge in the textbook.
When I was in the second grade, I was also very lucky to meet Teacher Su. He always seriously guides us to face the difficulties in growth and teaches us how to solve them. He always reminds us of the truth of being a man and doing things, so that the growth train in our hearts can run on the right track, and also let us not lose the direction of life when we are full of ideas.
I remember that in the sports meeting of the second year of junior high school, the most competitive team relay race, we worked harder, but our class only won the fourth place in the preliminary and final races, and we could never break through this result. But by the third day, it was also the last sports meeting in middle school. Of course, everyone wants a good result. "bang!" The game is on! Everyone is trying to run forward, and the cheers on the sidelines are endless. Finally, the game is over! Happily, we finally won the third place, which means that our efforts have not been in vain.
Kapok is ready to spread its wings and fly to the unknown world. And we are about to leave the middle school where we stayed for three years and face another milestone in our study. Here, although my heart is full of reluctance and gratitude, graduation does not mean the end. We can contact this feeling in different ways, and I am even more grateful to the teachers and friends who accompanied me all the way to study and grow. Farewell! Beautiful campus, I will take away full of encouragement and blessings, but also leave deep gratitude and disappointment for the school.
For more than a week, students have been talking about the mid-term exam, and rumors about when to take the exam have been heated up in the class, which has made people panic in the classroom. This stems from the fact that the teacher announced the mid-term exam in the class last week, and kept saying that the exam was very difficult 100! Who knows, the exam scheduled for last Friday was cancelled again. Isn't it obvious that I didn't take the exam last week and I will "surprise" this week?
These gossip sounded the alarm for the students, and even the lively and naughty male students restrained a lot. In the morning meeting class, a reading scene that hasn't appeared for a long time also appeared-students scrambled to read, louder than anyone else. Some students are holding books and reciting texts in an old-fashioned way. Some have read the book over and over again for several times (I don't see any tricks). Some are reading the text, but their eyes are fixed on the classroom door, for fear that an unexpected guest will suddenly come. What's more, he held the book to his chest and pretended to be reading it. When he looked at him, he realized that he had taken the book backwards. Hey! In short, the students' wonderful reading methods are varied, which is really "not burning incense at ordinary times, cramming for the Buddha's feet temporarily"! I finally realized, hi! )
If there is such a classmate who puts down the book after reading it, then his front and back tables or classmates will definitely look at him and he will lift the book again.
As the saying goes, "Time waits for no man", just as the students are nervous about "work", the classroom door creaks untimely and I see the head teacher standing at the door with a stack of papers in his hand! Give the students a blow! The students immediately let out a cry like killing pigs (in fact, it was just a buzz). Before the teacher said that the second grade composition of the mid-term exam began, the students had already prepared for the exam, so a special exam war began.
A few days later, the test paper was handed out. I read the score on that paper. Oh, that's too bad! Maybe I will have a "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" or have an eye addiction and watch a mixed doubles when I get home.
The fifth grade is a 600-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination. This term is both familiar and unfamiliar to me. I am familiar because I have a sister who was in the ninth grade, and I am unfamiliar because of my ninth grade life. I know nothing about it.
Some people say that the ninth grade is a trench, where there is no smoke, no war, only invisible war; Some people say that ninth grade is hell. Here, there is no affection, no friendship, only devil-like training ... Yes, the ninth grade is very bitter, but I think, how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Now all our training is to pave a bumpy road for future glory. Rumor has it that ninth grade is like a shapeshifter. No matter how bad your study is, after a year's baptism in the ninth grade, you can turn decay into magic. I wonder how I will be reborn in the eyes of my parents, classmates and teachers in the ninth grade. Let's wait and see.
Looking at the classroom of the second year of high school, I was filled with emotion. At first glance, the familiar seats of familiar teachers are all unfamiliar faces. Then I looked around the classroom of grade three, with strange teachers and strange seats, but there were familiar and strange faces everywhere. This is my comrade-in-arms who will get along with me for a year, and also my academic opponent.
It seems that the third grade has just started school. The study task is much heavier than that of the second day of the first grade, so that I have to save the time of going to the toilet and fetching water, and sometimes I even have to burn the midnight oil. But I admit that I have no regrets. Since we have chosen the road of going to school, we should try our best to take this road well and strive for no regrets. The third grade is like a cage, we can't fly freely, but we can only go against the wind; The third grade is like a cylinder, we can't fly carefree, we can only die in despair and be born later; The third day is the wheat field, and we sweat at will; The third grade is also a dream. Only by working hard can we succeed and reach the other side of our dreams. The third day is very tight. Are you sure you don't cherish it? When playing ball, time passes in sweat. When you dance before the game, the time decreases with the increase of game points. When you are immersed in the novel, time slips away in your hungry reading. ...
If you want to fight the sky, you must first become an eagle; To resist the storm, we must first become a towering tree; If we want to realize our dreams, we must cross the third grade. Let's let go of the past gently and say loudly to Grade Three: "Grade Three, I'm coming!" "
Dreams are the starting line of life, and life is motivated by dreams. Dream is a bright light on the road of life, illuminating the passers-by in the past and moving on.
A six-year-old boy shouted at the sky, I want to work hard, I want to work hard, I want to explore the mystery of mathematics. The teacher glared at him and criticized: "With you, you still want to explore the unknown mysteries of mathematics, and dream on." Classmates often laugh at him, and his parents criticize him for not doing his job well. However, he never gave up. With a heart that never gave up pursuing his dreams, he worked hard in his later study career and finally proudly stepped into the door of Harvard University at the age of thirteen. He is the world-famous German mathematician-Gauss.
Mi Fei, a calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty, was born in a poor family when he was young. He had no money to buy paper and could not even write or practice calligraphy. But he is obsessed with the art of calligraphy, and he has a heart that never gives up pursuing his dreams. Poverty didn't defeat him, but made him work harder. After ten years of practicing calligraphy, Mi Fei finally became famous as an academician of the Hanlin Academy, and was called "Song Sijia" with Cai Xiang, Su Shi and Huang Tingjian.
Pele, the world-famous Brazilian football king, couldn't keep up with his nutrition when he was a child. He was always half a head shorter than his peers and half a beat slower, so he couldn't play an advantage on the court. But Bailey is not a person who gives up his dream easily. He had a persistent heart, practiced hard on the football field, and finally became famous in the game against FC Collins. This is the power to stick to your dreams.
Having dreams is the starting point of a person's success, and watching dreams is the key to one's success. Without the watch dream of the Wright brothers, there would be no convenience for people to travel today. If there is no Li Ka-shing's watch on dreams, there will be no legendary experience of "from doorman to rich man" today; Without Deng Yaping's watching over her dreams, there would be no miracle that she became a famous table tennis player.
"I am not afraid of loneliness and tears. I want to fly across the world with a brave promise and stick to my original dream ... heaven and earth let me rush through despair, soar firmly and laugh endlessly. Youth belongs to you and me ... "No matter how many difficulties and obstacles we have experienced, we must fly our dreams with firm steps and move towards the end of success.
I am an amateur Go lover. I often play chess with my father on weekends and watch experts play chess online, from which I not only get a lot of fun, but also feel a lot of philosophy.
"Chyi Chin's calligraphy and painting", in which "chess" refers to Go. It can be said that Go is the most perfect of all chess sports, its chess game is changeable, its chessboard is not as limited as chess, and a peaceful situation may hide dangers.
I learned to be cautious from chess. When I was a child, I heard a saying, "Life is like chess. If you miss a son, you lose the whole game. " But I didn't understand this sentence. Didn't you say failure is the mother of success? One wrong step can start all over again. Now, in the chess game, I finally understand the truth. In life, making a wrong move is sometimes not as simple as failing. It's like playing chess without regret. When the opponent seizes the opportunity with one hand, the whole situation becomes passive. It may be difficult to see the outcome with several hands, but the final outcome will be known naturally.
Chess made me understand that winning or losing is not a temporary gain or loss, and everything should take care of the overall situation. Chess is always changing. In every change, there are always big and small gains and losses, and these gains and losses do not mean victory or defeat. The master's chess skills often confuse me. Obviously, he has an advantage in the change of this chess game, but he lost a few goals. After listening to the explanation and thinking for a long time, I realized that although I lost a few goals in this chess game, I will find that the situation has great advantages. Sometimes, in order to compete for a corner, people often ignore the overall situation, win a small victory locally and lose the whole. Of course, victory is also pieced together. At the closing stage, be cautious in every move. Any small gain or loss can change the situation, and we need to be down-to-earth to win.
In addition to the philosophy of life, all kinds of art of war can also be embodied in Go. In ancient times, generals had to have a high level of Go. Chess is like a battlefield, and the way to win is in it.
Of course, the philosophy in Go is far more than that. Mysteries can be explored for a lifetime. It needs our heart to experience and taste, and you will find that chess is worth a taste.
Tolerance means forgiving others' mistakes, not suffering, not haggling over every ounce, being kind and being a generous person. Tolerance is like water, and encountering contradictions is often more effective than excessive retaliation. It is like a clear spring, slowly erasing each other's temporary hostility and making people calm and sober. (Note: Start with explaining the meaning of "tolerance" and introduce the topic of discussion through metaphor. )
Learn to be tolerant, not only regardless of personal gains and losses, but also warm others' hearts with their own love and sincerity. Calm as water tolerance is rare; It is even more valuable to give charcoal in the snow. Tolerance can melt the freeze in each other's hearts and shoot the heat of love into each other's hearts. Isn't this tolerance exactly what people need in this competitive era? Choosing tolerance means choosing care and warmth, and also choosing the vastness of life.
Learning to be tolerant is not only manifested in the handling of something in daily life, but also sublimated into a life attitude towards others. The meaning of tolerance is not limited to the understanding and care between people, but the tolerance and fraternity of all life between heaven and earth. (Note: The viewpoint of "learning to be tolerant" has been proved theoretically through argumentation. )
Tolerance is a science. For small mistakes, small mistakes, you can happily tolerate each other. But for big mistakes, big mistakes must be considered clearly. Because tolerance is not to cover up mistakes and conceal the truth, but to help others correct their mistakes and make continuous progress.
Of course, tolerance should be "strict with yourself and lenient with others". Forgiving yourself easily is not tolerance, but cowardice. "Be lenient with others" depends on the object, and those who are tolerant and do not cherish tolerance are promiscuous. Tolerance to those who are not worthy of tolerance is tolerance; It is indulgence to tolerate unforgivable people. Therefore, tolerance itself is also a science. (Note: The viewpoint that "tolerance is a science" is demonstrated by comparative argumentation, which further tells readers the importance of "learning tolerance". )
Because of tolerance, complex life becomes pure; Because of tolerance, monotonous life is beautiful. What a beautiful color tolerance has given life!
The world is so wide, but there is something wider than it-the human heart. Let's learn tolerance! (Note: Finally, a call is issued, hoping that everyone will learn to be tolerant. )
In the long river of history, after meditation, we found that there is a smell floating in the air, which is the smell of "poets". Every poet has his own taste.
(1) Yellow Flower in Yi 'an
"send a boat in a month, only follow the trend, the family is ruined, and there is residual wine. How can wine be weakly resistant to night wind disease? " With the change of the world, Yi 'an is looking for his own happiness. However, it was suppressed by the dark breath, and it struggled in troubled times. Finally, I lost my way. The boat on Shuangxi is full of youth, but full of sadness.
As a result, Yi 'an faded from melancholy, faded from perishable yellow flowers, and saw through the changes of the world. When the wild goose came back, she studied Lu Jin diligently and wrote Lai Yu Ci on a cold rainy night in the phoenix tree, leaving her with a taste of courage and wit.
(2) Reed by Guluo River
On the gurgling river, Qu Yuan, a courtier who sang songs, hid his face and wept, asking questions one after another. Treacherous court official is autocratic, the king of Chu is fatuous, and living in the temple can't solve problems for the people; Going to the countryside can't share your worries. The great loneliness of life stagnates in the heart, rushes to the chest and makes the poet jump into the river. Ripples are the tears of reeds, flowing in the wet night. The details of youth life, wrapped in the reverence and yearning of thousands of people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, plunged into the long river of history and became the deepest yearning for the Dragon Boat Festival.
Qu Yuan left his taste ―― a broad-minded and fearless life and death.
(3) Dongpo bright moon
Exile Huangzhou City, hold lanterns in the wind, lead the yellow warehouse to sigh heroes. In the past, it was very difficult to walk in the scenery of Bianhe River. Dongpo's life is extremely bumpy; The frustration of love, the depression of official career, the struggle of political vortex, and the difficulty of singing full of grievances.
So Dongpo turned fame and fortune into "bamboo sticks and straw sandals". He sang "The River of No Return" on the night when he was away. He felt that life was everywhere, just like the indifference of "Hong Fei stepping on snow mud". He is not moved by "petty profits and hollow reputation", but only wants to "send the rest of his life to the sea". Leave his taste-indifferent to fame and fortune.
Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look ahead, don't look back, as long as you dare to face it and look up, you will find that all the haze is just a short rainy season. Just because there is a "poet's taste" in the air.
The 600-word composition for the senior high school entrance examination 10 once saw an article in a book-"Life, Life". This article tells the story of a bee. No matter the author steps it into the sand again and again, it will stand proudly in the sand. Even if the author thinks that its wrinkled wings, the wings that implicate its inability to fly, can no longer fly, it still believes in itself. After flapping its wings again and again, its wings, like crumpled toilet paper, were almost smoothed. Even after repeated failures and heavy blows, I will not give up. This force made it fly into the sky! After reading it, I understand the meaning of life and persevere in the face of life problems!
Once, when I passed a village, I saw an old woman holding an old man with inconvenient legs and feet. Upon inquiry, it turned out that the old man had a strange disease and had to be amputated. You know, if you amputate, how hard life at home will be! Therefore, grandma refused to let her live or die, and she had to be massaged for three hours every day for more than ten hours of housework and work. Year after year, a miracle happened, and her feet finally stood up for two whole years! Two whole years! Her two years of hard work have created a miracle! I understand the meaning of life, that is, to advance despite difficulties!
On TV, I saw such a thing: a man got lost in the forest and fell into a cave. When he learned that he would have to wait seven days to be rescued, he was so surprised that his mouth could swallow a fist.
But he didn't give up. He walked through a cave full of bats and fell into a pit 2.5 meters high! He can only drink smelly water at a time, and he has to drink his own blood when he is scratched! Finally, eight days later, it was rescued by the stream in the cave. People are very surprised They thought the young man had died in this almost dark "hell on earth"! At this time, I understand the meaning of life, that is, I know the impossible things, but also to fight, do not give up, and never let life pass in vain!
I have gained the meaning of life, that is, to persevere in the face of life problems, advance despite difficulties, and learn to cherish. Simply put, the meaning of life is to live bravely even if you lose your health!