Reading 1 can cultivate sentiment and broaden your horizons. Reading a good book is equivalent to watching a beautiful landscape painting.
Books are the source of knowledge. With books, we have knowledge. With knowledge, we can make our country stronger! We are now a civilized, beautiful, rich and prosperous country. Isn't it knowledge that makes our country stronger?
Books are indispensable in our life. Without books, there is no knowledge. Books are like a treasure house. We study in the treasure house and let knowledge enrich our brains. Books are like an ocean, in which we jump, sing and laugh, and splash bright flowers; Books are a peak. As long as you learn every knowledge, you will get closer and closer to this peak. And knowledge can never be learned, but when knowledge fills your brain, you have crossed a peak.
With the light, we swim in the ocean of knowledge, dance to the music and sing loudly. With books, our life will be more colorful. With books, we won't be lonely on the way to study.
So we should read more books to enrich our brains. The more knowledge you learn, the more scenery you will see. Maybe you can write poems like the great poet Li Bai.
Books are our best teachers, and books are a beautiful scenery!
Clouds are floating in the air, blocking part of the sunlight, so weak. Rain soon floated quietly out of the clouds, like dandelion petals, floating in the air, so gentle, like a soft little girl, elegant.
After a while, snow covered it. Large tracts of snowflakes, like old people, pressed the "waist" of dead trees lower, and the ground turned white. The wind blows to the bone, like a knife, making people's faces ache and freeze to the bone. Shuttle back and forth quickly in the air, making a "meowed-"sound.
It's dark, the night sky is purple and beautiful! I still remember that in the morning, it was still so gloomy and dotted with white, but the warm sun was still hanging in the sky. At this time, geese and swallows are flying in the air, and they call from time to time to identify the way back to the nest. Even young creatures like birds and singing insects are flapping their little feet and rushing home!
The man with gray temples in the distance continued to travel. Looking forward to the future, I will bring the northern Xinjiang and Jiangdong of the motherland into my eyes. Recalling the Three-Foot Sword of Han Dynasty; Miss, Gao Yan
Bow, bow. The man secretly asked: is the summer shop in Luoyang Palace still there? Are Ming Chengzu and Shen still in Guanghan Palace?
The willows over there are also green, and the red apricots in the garden are also competing to open. Is it because of the spring rain?
On that river, an old man sat by the stream. Holding a wooden fishing rod in his hand, it was damaged in many places, but it did not affect the old man's fishing mood at all. He is wearing hemp fiber, and there are wisps of smoke on the river, which is really like a fairyland!
This is the scenery of the east.
In a blink of an eye, it is already spring. According to the ancients' description, it is already a climate of "spring breeze warms Tu Su", and "Jasper plays the role of a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down". But now, it is still an energetic school of "purple flowers can't see flowers in March". No, it's snowing!
Didn't petofi say, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" However, this year's winter girl seems unwilling to leave, with a momentum of "I don't leave, what can I do?" In the past, Xin Qiji was always afraid of early flowers, but now I am "eager for early flowers"! Look up at the snow. Oh, the snow in spring seems whiter and more beautiful than the snow in winter.
I remember my mother once said that in ancient times, Dou E was very wronged and it snowed heavily in June. Is the snow in March also red? Maybe. However, I remember that in several books, the tearful side of mysterious love turned into warm snow, and I loved the protagonist in this different way! Putting the two ideas together, I prefer to believe the second one, which is more romantic, beautiful and mysterious, isn't it? Spring is full of snow, which is joy or sadness, fantasy and beauty. But I prefer to believe that it is a song that floats into my heart. A lyric serenade, an impassioned symphony, a pure love song. It brings me a feeling that has been buried for a long time. Winter is beautiful because of flying snow. It never snowed in the winter of 20xx, and my love for snow has never been released. Now that the snow has come, my heart has opened! Snow is like a happy angel. Open your hands and take me into its arms.
20xx this year, I must be happy! The snow is still falling, white and transparent, mixed with beauty, romance and happiness.
Ideal is the hope of a person's life, the goal he pursues and the destination of his soul. People in real life, who doesn't have their own hopes, goals and spiritual home? It's just the difference between big and small, noble and low. Once a person loses his ideal, his soul has no home to return to, and he loses his goal and hope in life, and he will become a walking corpse. A living person can't be without ideals. My ideal is to be a lawyer.
Every time I see those well-dressed lawyers on TV, I feel admired in my heart for eloquently clearing the grievances of the victims in court. How I hope that in the near future, like those uncles and aunts, I can stand in a solemn court and use my rich legal knowledge to uphold justice for the victims and let the perpetrators get the punishment they deserve.
If a lawyer is famous, he may be favored by foreign countries or domestic countries. In this way, mom and dad can enjoy their retirement and help make up for their families. However, you should always risk your life. Because if you help the good guys win the lawsuit, then the bad guys must hate me and want to play me to death. So when we go to court, we really have to convince the bad guys. One mistake and you'll probably die. Therefore, it is also difficult to be a lawyer. I have to walk slowly to the distant road of lawyer step by step.
It has become my lofty ideal to be an excellent lawyer now. However, I know that imagination is useless and must be put into practice. In order to realize my ideal, I have secretly made up my mind: from now on, study hard and make my ideal no longer a dream with my efforts and sweat.
Dad, thank you for raising me for so many years. But I want to tell you, can you not be so strict and just yell at me when you say a word? My mother and I talked about a math problem, and if we disagree, you scold me. Take that time as an example. Question: How much is a kilo for each of the three kinds of moon cakes? My mother and I are red in the face, each with its own reasons, neck and neck. But you came soon and shouted like a tiger, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Your mother has the answer!" " What you say is no more accurate than you! "
Later, I was also instructed by you not to discuss with my mother. I wrote what my mother said, and I didn't want to be right or wrong. As a result, there is a question in the math workbook that says "division is operation and fraction is number", which should be correct. Mom said it was wrong. The next day, I can get a smiling face on this question. So, please correct your education method to me and stop your "lion roar".
Mom, please don't give me any more pressure. Once, you said to me, "The homework to be written today is: a large volume of Chinese, two homework books to make up, school homework, English homework, oral homework and composition homework." As soon as I heard it, I immediately said to you, "Mom, there is too much for me to eat." But you said sternly, "you can't go to grandma's house for dinner if you can't finish it!" " "That night, I lay in bed and released the pressure and tears I had endured all day. How I wish you would let me do less homework.
Finally, I hope the above contents and improvement methods will make you listen. thank you
Friendship is easy to read, but not easy to do. I remember when I was a child, I was in a kindergarten with Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan and Wang Ruoyao. We were very happy then.
At lunch time, I suggest not eating steamed bread, but eating it while walking. Pan Xin and they all agreed to my suggestion. Our teacher found us eating steamed bread while walking. The teacher asked us who spoke first. Pan Xin said it was her. As a result, the teacher wouldn't let her sleep and let her stand at the door of the small class (we were in the big class at that time). I can't sleep at noon, thinking about Pan Xinfa's life. In the afternoon, Pan Xin came back. I asked her what was wrong, but she smiled and said nothing. I feel warm in my heart, and I think Pan Xin has a kind heart.
Another afternoon, we just woke up, everyone went to drink water, but I found that my cup was gone, and I just woke up and was thirsty. Everyone is thirsty, and naturally everyone can't take care of themselves. No one will see that I don't have a glass of water At this moment, Wang Ruoyao came over and said, "I seem to see that you don't have a water cup. Here, use mine. " I gave it back to her after drinking the water. When she went to get water, there was no water. I said, "What if there is no water?" Wang Ruoyao said, "But I'm not thirsty now, because I feel happy to help others."
Our class went to exercise in the morning, but I forgot to take the skipping rope. Wang Yanyan said, "I'll take you with me, so the teacher won't talk about you!" " ""then the teacher won't talk about you! "It's okay. I will do anything for my friends.
Now, Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan, Wang Ruoyao and I are still "doing the necessary things". We just made friends a few years ago. We are very United and help each other.
Although we only have about four months left to go our separate ways, we believe that we will meet again.
When the young eagle grows up, it will soar in the sky; When the horse grows up, it must ride on Yuanye; Calves grow up in farmland ... growth is not only reflected in physical changes, but also in a person's psychological maturity and responsibility for his own behavior.
As time goes by, I am growing. ...
I still clearly remember that on the first day of school, I snuggled up to my parents and walked timidly into the primary school gate. New classmates, new teachers, new environment ... everything is new, and even this experience is frightening. I don't want to communicate with my classmates after class and dare not raise my hand in class. I feel completely isolated. That stranger, to be honest, I really didn't know what to do at that time. Six years!
That memory is still so clear, but six years passed quickly. The same face, but the fear has already disappeared, and there is a happy smile. Graduation photo embodies all smiles. Between smiling faces, friendship lingers and seeps into the heart. On graduation day, we cried, and the whole class cried. This is not only a tear, but also a pearl of friendship! Is a witness to our growth!
I went to junior high school and I grew up.
Still follow parents, but no longer snuggle; Or walk into the campus, but no longer afraid; Still a new classmate, a new teacher and a new environment, but not shy. ...
Growth is difficult and easy.
Growing up is babbling out the first "mom"; Growth, that is, crooked Chinese pinyin to founder Chinese characters; Growing up means caring for yourself and others; I just can't be brave when I grow up
Footprints grow again and again. How long is the road of life? Take the pace of growth, and maybe one day you will suddenly look back and find that the road you have traveled is so long and difficult!
Everything is only because of growth!
Dong Rong, who won the Excellent Student Award for Learning English, is now studying in Grade One of No.13 Middle School in Beijing. She got a perfect score of 100 in this final exam. At present, I am studying and thinking about the first-year Olympiad math class, and I am a student of Wang Yuliang, a famous Olympiad math teacher. Dong Rong passed the Cambridge Children's English Test Band 3 in the fifth grade and got 12 shields. The primary school participated in the National Spring Bud Cup Composition Competition and won two third prizes and one excellent prize. Dong Rong not only has excellent academic performance in all subjects, but also works hard at school. She is now the director of the school propaganda department and the school broadcaster. She was once rated as one of the top ten students in the school. Dong Rong usually studies and works correctly, and all subjects are excellent. How does she plan her study and life? With these questions, the net editor began a telephone communication with her mother.
Cherish time and study in advance is a magic weapon.
Dong Rong's mother said that Dong Rong's study is inseparable from her earnest attitude. This winter vacation, Dong Rong studied and thought, and took the course of Olympic Mathematics. After returning home, she taught herself two new concept English books and asked her relatives and teachers to help her with the courses she will study next semester. Dong's mother said that Dong Rong used this winter vacation to finish the first semester course ahead of schedule.
In the first year of junior high school, Dong Rong began to learn and think about the Olympic math class in junior high school. Dong's mother thinks that the child is very low-key in the class. Dong's mother asked the teacher if her child was out of his mind. Teacher Wang said it was not like this, because Dong Rong studied very hard and always wanted to learn a knowledge point and understand it.
When I was nine hours old, I occasionally went to an old street. My greatest pleasure in eating food is not eating, but reading picture books.
Only Old Street has a bookstall selling picture books. Under a big locust tree, there is a simple wooden board with a pocket tied to it, which is full of picture books. You can borrow one for two cents.
The coins in the bag have been kept since the first day of the New Year's Day, in order to feast your eyes on the old street.
A lot of words, I don't know. It doesn't matter, look at the picture, while guessing, but also with relish. The street corner is noisy, but on the other side is a quiet island.
There are children who have no money in their pockets, wandering around the children's bookstall. Reading picture books is like reading a lot of delicious food. That middle-aged street vendor is really hard-hearted. He waved the child away. "Go, go, go!" "Like a chicken trying to steal. You can't read his picture book without money, and it's no use asking.
Once, a child grabbed two picture books and ran away when he was not looking. By the time the middle-aged man reacted, he had already run into the crowd. The middle-aged man chased a few steps, but he didn't catch up, swearing in his mouth. In retrospect, I think his cartoons stand more strictly.
I'm happy for the escaped child. He has two picture books that belong to him completely. He can watch it whenever he wants. He wants to sit and watch, just sit and watch; He wants to lie down and watch, so he lies down and watches. That's great. I have such a wish in my heart that when I grow up, I will also set up a comic book stand. All children read for free. They can read any book they want and read it for as long as they want.
10 may be the development of society or the trend of people going to Xixiang. People's hearts gradually become indifferent, even forgetting to wash their mother's feet, alas. ...
When I was a child, my mother used to touch my little feet, washing and wiping them, which made my mother sweat, but she didn't complain.
We always close ourselves in a self-space, walking our own way indifferently, ignoring the scenery along the way. Is the world too boring, or is our mind covered with dust? Because of indifference, we missed too many touches that made us cry!
Yes!
I also want to pay some sincerity for my mother!
I took out the footbath and let the water splash on my feet and face. I didn't make any noise, just smiled.
Mother slowly put her foot into the water, and I took the towel and wiped it up and down, sometimes scrubbing it up and down with my right hand; Sometimes I will reach out and scratch the spots on the soles of my feet, and I will also press acupuncture points. Mother sat there smiling, which was a comforting smile. ...
I also smiled in my heart.
Suddenly, I saw the rough skin on my toes and instep. I seem to see the childhood footprints of my mother playing with me under the elm tree when I was a child. ...
Mom's skin is rough, so she gives me smoothness. ...
The same maternal love, the same pay, but pay in different forms, the results are also different. Motherly love is like spring water. Although it gurgles out, it will eventually be exhausted. Do you enjoy it or grow up in it? Therefore, we need to give a mother's love a love, and let love give birth to love!
The most precious thing between people is trust. The trusted person will shoulder the responsibility, but trust is also a kind of happiness. When you know that you are trusted, you have the motivation to move forward.
That was a few weeks ago. At that time, I was having a math class. At the end of the class, Teacher Ma suddenly said that the math class representative wanted me to be a teacher. I was surprised and looked at nothing. When Mr. Ma asked me if I could be responsible, I gave a "hmm" inexplicably. From then on, I became a representative of math class. Did the teacher see my potential ability? I don't know.
After I dealt with it carelessly for a week, the trouble came.
It was Friday. I went home as usual, but I always felt something was missing. When I got home, I was startled when I opened my exercise book. I didn't give you your math homework at all. I can't go back to school to give homework now. I sat on the ground feebly and felt uneasy.
Two days later, as soon as I entered the classroom, all my classmates pointed their finger at me. Some say I'm incompetent, some say I'm too careless, and some even say they want to propose to the math teacher to change class representatives together. I am also particularly ashamed and wronged.
When I walked into the math teacher's office, I was just about to ask her to quit me or suddenly scold me. To everyone's surprise, the teacher just said to me gently, "Never mind, a small mistake is nothing. You should learn from this mistake and do better. The teacher believes you! " The last three words are like a pair of scissors, which cut my heart knot and gave me a kind of strength. I think this power is the power of trust. It pushes me to perfection.
Some people are happy for their excellent grades, others are happy for the smell of nature, but I am happy because of the trust and encouragement of teachers.
I have a sister who is five years younger than me. She has a Zhang Yuanyuan face and round eyes. Maybe you think she is cute at first sight, but the truth is definitely not what you think, because she has a lovely face and a savage heart. Why do you say that about her? Because I think she is so wild. ...
I have a sister who is five years younger than me. She has a Zhang Yuanyuan face and round eyes. Maybe you think she is cute at first sight, but the truth is definitely not what you think, because she has a lovely face and a savage heart. Why do you say that about her? Because that's how I see her savagery.
My savage sister is in the fifth grade this year, and her height is 150, but she looks skinny. Although thin, she actually runs sports, and my sister is particularly disobedient. It is very difficult for me to ask her to do something. Ask her to get me a tissue. She is confident to do her own thing. But it's different when she calls you. When she wants my help, she must hurry. If she is unhappy, she is sure to lose her temper. Although she is not big, she has a big temper.
Although my sister is sometimes very disobedient and five years younger than me, she always takes care of me. I have dermatitis. She often takes medicine to help me wipe my body and say some mature words, so I can't lose my temper with her even if she is arrogant with me at ordinary times.
Who gave me life? Who gave me courage? Who gave me the strength to forge ahead and make progress? It's mom. It's my mother. It's my mother who loves me!
I'm not used to calling my mother "mom", but I'm more used to calling her mom. Every "mother" who was pregnant in October worked hard to give birth to a child, worked hard to raise the child, "abandoned the book" for the child, and spent all her hard work and sweat on the child. Whenever I see my own mother or someone else's mother working hard for the children, there is a warm current in my heart, and seeing those mothers' meticulous care and love for the children touches my heart even more.
It was my mother who gave me precious life; It was my mother who gave me rare courage; It was my mother who gave me a powerful motivation to forge ahead and make progress!
That time, I got the first "100%", and my mother was happy for me because I let her know that our efforts before the exam were not in vain. And that time, I got more than 70 points in the exam. I was sad, and so was my mother. My depressed mood was broken because of my mother's encouragement.
The word "mother" did not belong to my mother before I was born, but after I was born, the word "mother" became her "code name" in my eyes.
When I succeed, I will be very happy, and my mother will be happy for my success; And when I fail, I will be sad, I will be disappointed, and the bad news that follows will also make my mother feel disappointed and sad. However, she will comfort me, cheer me up, and let me regain the courage and confidence that can make me work hard and forge ahead. This is my mother, the mother who gives me strength.
It has been foggy for the past few days. Fog is the breath and aura of the earth. People and mountains and rivers always need aura, otherwise how can there be outstanding people? I always thought so.
I like fog, especially watching the world in fog. Standing in the fog, there is a fairy-like intoxication: through the mist of white sand, we can see the mountains with outstanding charm, the wandering people, the graceful young trees, the semi-hidden huts, the smoke curling up ... The world in the fog is quiet and serene.
There is fog between heaven and earth, and I feel like I am in a vast sea of fog, as if I have entered a fairyland. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, just like a fairy in a veil. The building vaguely looks at the ancient castle in fairyland.
Fog lingered around me and soaked my face. Ah! Everything feels so comfortable. This vast fog is really poetic!
Fog is peaceful, but there is evil under the cover of peace. Listening to the siren scream, hazy and clear, close at hand and seemingly out of reach, cast a layer of fear on this calm world. Greedy people are always like this. ...
I like fog, I like to watch the sea of people in the fog, and I like to stare at how these lives go to destruction under the veil of peace. I pray to get rid of these evil parts of life and make peace as pure as fog.
At night, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun shines through the thin clouds, which is slightly dazzling.
I went for a walk on Camel Peak. When I walked down the mountain, I couldn't see any sunshine. I climbed the steps. When I climbed to the first gazebo on the mountainside, a ray of soft sunshine shone on my face. What a beautiful sunset. The sun seems to be wrapped in orange and has no dazzling light. Soft light poured down, plating a layer of gold on the stones and plants on the mountain, and covering the mountain city in the soft sunset at dusk. ...
Continue to climb up to the top of the mountain. Sunset seems shy, hiding behind the peak tower, not letting people see its beautiful red face plate. ...
You have to bypass the tower to enjoy the beautiful sunset. ...
With the change of clouds, the sunset glow reflects a graceful sunset glow. The sunset glow about to go down the mountain seems to touch the whole mountain city with its soft sunshine. The red sunshine passes through the gap in the mountain wall and falls on the family area by the river. ...
In the family area, many grandfathers and grandmothers danced the yangko easily and gracefully with beautiful dance music, and the dance movements were like flowing water, soft and beautiful. The sunset reflected on their faces, red, and seemed to melt into their hearts. ...
I turned around and looked at the sunset on the hillside. The dazzling light disappeared, and the sun's face began to flush reddish, setting the clouds in the distance with Phnom Penh. It's getting dark and the sun is getting redder and redder, as if it were on fire. The sky is red, the sunset glow is red and the whole mountain city is red. I have melted into the red sea, and I feel a surge in my heart. This is really "seeing the sun is so glorious"!