I am struggling with my studies. Finish your homework after school every day, either by doing the homework assigned by the teacher or reading extracurricular books, so every day is very fulfilling.
Seeing this full life, I smiled. The most impressive exam, I dropped several places at once, at first glance, can I not drop it? I got 90 points, and the highest score was 93.
Open the newspaper and read it, huh? Careless, forgot to punctuate a question and lost 3 points. Regret and remorse filled my whole body, but on second thought, can my score be improved at once? The answer, of course, is yes: no.
When I got home, I copied the wrong question five times so that I could brand this lesson in my heart. No, it's been so many weeks, and I still remember that scene deeply.
In the second exam, I carefully examined the questions for fear of forgetting to write them together. Sure enough, I got a high score. I struggle, I am happy.
In life, I also struggle. Seeing my mother dragging the dirty floor when she comes home from work every day, I grabbed the mop and said, "mom, take a rest." You are exhausted. Where can I find such a good mother! " "Mom scraped my nose and said," loquacious! " "I smiled.
Once, I helped my mother wash and cut vegetables, and finally tried to make a spicy tofu. Who knows, this dish has been well received by the audience, and we haven't tasted it yet. When they all finished eating, dad said with aftertaste, "I didn't expect our daughter to be more scheming!" " I knew at that time that I not only had an advantage in grades, but also was an able person in life.
I struggle, I am happy. Yes, I believe I can always struggle like this, and I can always be so happy.
2. Write a short essay on "What needs to be fought for is happiness".
Marx said, "Struggle is happiness". When I saw this sentence, I saw the hard struggle in my study life: during the exam, I left what I couldn't do there until all the other questions on the exam paper were finished, because I wanted to learn the flexible quality of cedar; Seeing the scraps of paper on the ground, I immediately picked them up and threw them into the trash can, because I wanted to learn the silent dedication of plum blossoms; Sometimes, when writing books for teachers, mistakes are mistakes, and right is right. I never take sides with anyone, because I want to know the pure quality of lime ... isn't this all a struggle? Similarly, I also got happiness.
I am struggling with my studies. Finish your homework after school every day, either by doing the homework assigned by the teacher or reading extracurricular books, so every day is very fulfilling. Seeing this full life, I smiled. The most impressive exam, I dropped several places at once, at first glance, can I not drop it? I got 90 points, and the highest score was 93. Open the newspaper and read it, huh? Careless, forgot to punctuate a question and lost 3 points. Regret and remorse filled my whole body, but on second thought, can my score be improved at once? The answer, of course, is yes:No. When I got home, I copied the wrong question five times, so that I could brand this lesson in my heart. No, it's been so many weeks, and I still remember that scene deeply. In the second exam, I carefully examined the questions for fear of forgetting to write them together. Sure enough, I got a high score. I struggle, I am happy.
In life, I also struggle. Seeing my mother dragging the dirty floor when she comes home from work every day, I grabbed the mop and said, "mom, take a rest." You are exhausted. Where can I find such a good mother! " "Mom scraped my nose and said," loquacious! " "I smiled. Once, I helped my mother wash and cut vegetables, and finally tried to make a spicy tofu. Who knows, this dish has been well received by the audience, and we haven't tasted it yet. When they all finished eating, dad said with aftertaste, "I didn't expect our daughter to be more scheming!" " I knew at that time that I not only had an advantage in grades, but also was an able person in life. I struggle, I am happy.
Yes, I believe that I can always struggle like this, and I can always be so happy!
3. Write a composition on the topic that struggle is happiness. Marx said that "struggle is happiness". When I saw this sentence, I saw the hard struggle in my study life: I left what I couldn't do in the exam, and then I went back to thinking after all the other questions on the exam paper were finished, because I wanted to learn the flexible quality of cedar; Seeing the scraps of paper on the ground, I immediately picked them up and threw them into the trash can, because I wanted to learn the silent dedication of plum blossoms; Sometimes, when writing books for teachers, mistakes are mistakes, and right is right. I never take sides with anyone, because I want to know the pure quality of lime ... isn't this all a struggle? Similarly, I also got happiness.
I am struggling with my studies. Finish your homework after school every day, either by doing the homework assigned by the teacher or reading extracurricular books, so every day is very fulfilling. Seeing this full life, I smiled.
The most impressive exam, I dropped several places at once, at first glance, can I not drop it? I got 90 points, and the highest score was 93. Open the newspaper and read it, huh? Careless, forgot to punctuate a question and lost 3 points. Regret and remorse filled my whole body, but on second thought, can my score be improved at once? The answer, of course, is yes:No. When I got home, I copied the wrong question five times, so that I could brand this lesson in my heart. No, it's been so many weeks, and I still remember that scene deeply. In the second exam, I carefully examined the questions for fear of forgetting to write them together. Sure enough, I got a high score.
I struggle, I am happy. In life, I also struggle.
Seeing my mother dragging the dirty floor when she comes home from work every day, I grabbed the mop and said, "mom, take a rest." You are exhausted. Where can I find such a good mother! " "Mom scraped my nose and said," loquacious! " "I smiled. Once, I helped my mother wash and cut vegetables, and finally tried to make a spicy tofu. Who knows, this dish has been well received by the audience, and we haven't tasted it yet. When they all finished eating, dad said with aftertaste, "I didn't expect our daughter to be more scheming!" " I knew at that time that I not only had an advantage in grades, but also was an able person in life.
I struggle, I am happy. Yes, I believe that I can always struggle like this, and I can always be so happy!
4. Happiness is a composition of 1500 words. Yes, anyone can be sleepy, confused and uneasy, but by trying to respect things and broaden their horizons, they can become calm and noble. Walking in this world is not opportunism or greed, but magnanimous and sincere, striving to believe, in order to be firm and calm.
No one can wait for him and no one can succeed casually. The times belong to those who dare to struggle; Success belongs to those who are unwilling to fail. The road ahead is afraid of hardship and failure. If you dare not rush and fear your hands and feet, then you can only stand still and not reach the end. This is a moment of relaxation, but it is a life-long loss. Happiness is a struggle.
Ordinary people are the greatest, whether you are born after 50, 60, 90 or 00. As long as your dreams are still alive, your ideals are still there, and your hopes are still there. It's never too late to start fighting. Any behavior that refuses to work hard with sweat on the pretext of age is cowardly and despicable. There is no age limit for success, only the beginning is different. The starting point of efforts is different, but those who work hard are the most beautiful, and the world of those who work hard is the most wonderful!
There is no era like today when opportunities are everywhere. The development of society and the strength of the country have brought countless opportunities to people. Many grass roots, through unyielding efforts, have precipitated their talents in life, enhanced their self-worth and achieved a gorgeous turn. There are countless such people. Their success depends not on luck, but on real skill. Only people have failed the times, and the times will never fail anyone who tries to make a difference.
After all, everything on earth is difficult. No one can succeed casually, and no dream can be realized casually. Only by being down-to-earth can we find a way out; Only by working hard can we achieve our career; Only by working hard can we usher in a beautiful youth. The new era belongs to those who are determined, enterprising and fighters, and to everyone in China who works hard for their dreams.
Happiness is a work of struggle.
Happiness is a struggling composition. A flower sows a ray of fragrance and gains a piece of praise. Sow a little green in spring and reap a vitality; And I have sown countless sweats and finally gained the joy of success.
In the third grade, my mother enrolled me in a watercolor class. At first, because I liked colorful colors, I thought it was fun, but several works only got the teacher's disappointed eyes, and gradually I lost interest. One day, the teacher asked us to draw a picture with the theme of "army". I feel refreshed at the thought of drawing all kinds of weapons and figures. After the homework was handed over to the teacher, I saw him touching his chin, nodding frequently, and his eyes were full of smiles. The first time I was praised by the teacher in public, my heart was sweeter than eating honey. From then on, I really fell in love with watercolor painting.
The opportunity came to me. I am very excited to learn that the school intends to organize us to participate in the city-wide painting competition. I secretly encourage myself: We must practice hard and prepare well to win the prize. In order to draw better, I not only listen carefully and copy carefully in class, but also try to make time to practice more after class. In summer vacation, no matter how hot it is outside, I will drag my mother to Zizhuyuan Park to draw bamboo and lotus leaves. At night, the paper was wet with sweat, and I still painted it meticulously until I was satisfied. Summer went to winter, spring blossomed, and autumn fruits were numerous, and the efforts were not in vain. My painting level has improved obviously, and I can always get praise from teachers in class, which has attracted the envious eyes of my classmates countless times. Gradually, I mastered the proportion of various colors, and the brush in my hand seemed to have life.
Finally wait until the day of the game. I walked into the church and sat quietly at the table, listening carefully to the examiner's questions. After thinking about the composition, I devoted myself to the artistic conception of painting. I picked up a pen, drew a thick bamboo stem with the nib, dipped it in a little light green to outline the slender bamboo leaves, then painted the rocks dark gray, and then painted the jumping squirrels brown. When the big drops of sweat fell on the paper, I realized I was sweating. I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished it. The painting in front of me is lush with green bamboo and lifelike squirrels, surrounded by quaint and elegant quadrangles. There is another stone in the yard.
Where there is a will, there is a way. That time, I got the first prize as I wished. The experience of learning painting tells me: no pains, no gains, only pay can be successful.
6. Happiness is a composition of 1500 words for my children. Dear baby, you will be graduating soon, and you will become a junior high school student in another year. You grew up day by day, which caught your mother off guard. It seems that there is still a lot to teach you. Your mother is not ready for you to grow up, and you are already a man.
Since school, your study has not been outstanding, but I am not worried, because my mother saw your serious learning attitude. I still remember when I was in the first grade, my mother was more nervous than you in every exam. My mother would be sad and happy for your score. But mom also saw you crying because you didn't do well in the exam, and suddenly felt that the score was really not that important. You can clearly realize that you didn't work hard enough and didn't do well in the exam. This is what my mother feels most gratified. My mother always believes that there is a reward for giving.
Since the fifth grade, my mother has found that your test scores are higher than those in the lower grades. Now, you don't have to worry about your homework at all, so you are consciously making progress day by day, and your mother will know that you are grown up and sensible. Seeing you surpass yourself again and again, my mother is really happy for you. My child, you don't need to be excellent, just try to be yourself; You don't need to compare with others. There are so many people better than you in the world. How can you compare with them? You just need to go beyond yourself.
Today, my mother wants to tell you a story about my childhood and recall my study career. Until now, I am still very grateful to my mother for her most severe teaching. My mother died the year I graduated from primary school, but what influenced my life was what she taught me in primary school.
My primary school life has always been my most unforgettable period! I remember that since the third grade, my mother asked me to keep a diary every day, and I never stopped. People's habits are formed day by day. When you get used to something, it becomes a necessity of life. This persistence has benefited me a lot. Since primary school, I have never been afraid to write a composition, which is a very distressing thing for others, but I regard it as happiness, and I think this is the harvest. I still remember that as long as I can remember, I didn't have a day off during my summer vacation and winter vacation. In addition to my normal homework, my mother asked me to practice calligraphy and abacus every day (at that time, my mother always thought that the number of people who could do abacus would learn well). When we were young, unlike now, there was no supply of ink and paper, and my mother would try her best to get newspapers from other places to practice my handwriting. My mother is reluctant to sell the finished newspaper. Mom is really well-meaning. At that time, I wrote a lot of Spring Festival couplets in the village, as long as the Spring Festival. At that time, the happiest time was writing Spring Festival couplets. I think it's time to reap my usual efforts!
7. Happiness is a struggling composition. Happiness is a struggling composition.
Flowers sow a wisp of fragrance and reap a piece of praise; Sow a little green in spring and reap a vitality; And I have sown countless sweats and finally gained the joy of success.
In the third grade, my mother enrolled me in a watercolor class. At first, because I liked colorful colors, I thought it was fun, but several works only got the teacher's disappointed eyes, and gradually I lost interest. One day, the teacher asked us to draw a picture with the theme of "army". I feel refreshed at the thought of drawing all kinds of weapons and figures. After the homework was handed over to the teacher, I saw him touching his chin, nodding frequently, and his eyes were full of smiles. The first time I was praised by the teacher in public, my heart was sweeter than eating honey. From then on, I really fell in love with watercolor painting.
The opportunity came to me. I am very excited to learn that the school intends to organize us to participate in the city-wide painting competition. I secretly encourage myself: We must practice hard and prepare well to win the prize. In order to draw better, I not only listen carefully and copy carefully in class, but also try to make time to practice more after class. In summer vacation, no matter how hot it is outside, I will drag my mother to Zizhuyuan Park to draw bamboo and lotus leaves. At night, the paper was wet with sweat, and I still painted it meticulously until I was satisfied. Summer went to winter, spring blossomed, and autumn fruits were numerous, and the efforts were not in vain. My painting level has improved obviously, and I can always get praise from teachers in class, which has attracted the envious eyes of my classmates countless times. Gradually, I mastered the proportion of various colors, and the brush in my hand seemed to have life.
Finally wait until the day of the game. I walked into the church and sat quietly at the table, listening carefully to the examiner's questions. After thinking about the composition, I devoted myself to the artistic conception of painting. I picked up a pen, drew a thick bamboo stem with the nib, dipped it in a little light green to outline the slender bamboo leaves, then painted the rocks dark gray, and then painted the jumping squirrels brown. When the big drops of sweat fell on the paper, I realized I was sweating. I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished it. The painting in front of me is lush with green bamboo and lifelike squirrels, surrounded by quaint and elegant quadrangles. There is another stone in the yard.
Where there is a will, there is a way. That time, I got the first prize as I wished. The experience of learning painting tells me: no pains, no gains, only input can lead to success, and happiness is a composition made by struggle.
8. The 600-word composition with the theme of feeling happiness in struggle opened the floodgate of memory, and scenes of the past came to mind like a movie. Suddenly, countless pieces of paper flew out of the movie screen, chattered in groups, discussed for a while, and finally gathered into a book, a history book of my struggle.
This is a sunny day, but my mood is gray. No matter how the sun releases its light and color, I will not be happy. I went home alone with my schoolbag on my back and a mid-term paper handed down by Zhang Gang. "Snapping", the door opened, and it was my mother. I didn't dare to look my mother in the eye, so I slipped back to the bedroom in a panic. After a while, my mother came in and asked me how I did in the mid-term exam. I kept twisting my fingers guiltily and didn't speak. My mother saw me like this, guessed something, sighed and said helplessly, "Forget it, take out the test paper, and I'll help you analyze the reasons." After reading my test paper, I said with emotion, "Ah! Be careful, son. Carelessness makes you deduct 7 points. If you add these 7 points, you should be excellent. " Hearing this, I bowed my head in shame. After a while, I gradually raised my head and confidently said to my mother, "I want to have confidence and get rid of the bad habit of carelessness." I write the words "no more carelessness" on the first page of my exercise book every year. " Mom believes you. My daughter is the best. "Mom said proudly.
That night, when I was doing my homework, I wrote four small, faint words in the upper right corner of my exercise book-I can't be careless again. After chanting "I can't be careless again" several times, I picked up a pen and began to do my homework.
A new starting point is just around the corner. I can't miss the days when I finished my homework and played for my dreams. Besides, I took an oath. How can I give up?
The next morning, I got up early, for nothing but one goal-I want to work hard, I want to struggle, and I am no longer careless. After breakfast, I hurried to the study, locked myself in and stipulated how much homework to finish. I won't leave the room until I finish it. Half a day passed in a blink of an eye, and my homework was still not finished. "Xiaoyu, let's eat." Mom is shouting downstairs. Facing my mother's call and my stomach growling with hunger, I looked at my exercise book, stood up and walked to the door. When I was about to open the door, I thought of my original oath "I will fight". I swallowed hard and decided not to go downstairs. Facing my mother waiting for me to eat downstairs, I only replied, "Mom, I haven't finished my homework yet." Then I buried myself in a mountain of homework in front of me.
Time slipped away, and months passed. Today, it's time for unit testing again. I walked into the classroom with a nervous heart to accept the results of these months. Is it excellent, good, or ...
Yes, half a day later, I took the test paper I just handed out and smiled happily! Although the efforts and struggles of these months have come to a successful conclusion, I still can't relax. Because my next goal is the junior high school graduation exam. Me. Still on the road to struggle.
Life is like a marathon. Struggle separates people and makes marathons interesting. We are not sure who is the winner, but as long as we work hard, there will always be rewards. A hard work and a harvest is the best interpretation.
I grew up healthily in the struggle; I seek happiness in my struggle; I learned to learn in the struggle; I experience life in the struggle. I am always struggling!
9. Happiness is a struggle. Yes, anyone may be sleepy, confused and upset, but you can become calm and noble by trying to respect things, 636f7079E79Fa5E98193313365646236 Walking in this world is not opportunism or greed, but magnanimous and sincere, striving to believe, in order to be firm and calm.
No one can wait for him and no one can succeed casually. The times belong to those who dare to struggle; Success belongs to those who are unwilling to fail. The road ahead is afraid of hardship and failure. If you dare not rush and fear your hands and feet, then you can only stand still and not reach the end. This is a moment of relaxation, but it is a life-long loss. Happiness is a struggle.
Ordinary people are the greatest, whether you are born after 50, 60, 90 or 00. As long as your dreams are still alive, your ideals are still there, and your hopes are still there. It's never too late to start fighting. Any behavior that refuses to work hard with sweat on the pretext of age is cowardly and despicable. There is no age limit for success, only the beginning is different. The starting point of efforts is different, but those who work hard are the most beautiful, and the world of those who work hard is the most wonderful!
There is no era like today when opportunities are everywhere. The development of society and the strength of the country have brought countless opportunities to people. Many grass roots, through unyielding efforts, have precipitated their talents in life, enhanced their self-worth and achieved a gorgeous turn. There are countless such people. Their success depends not on luck, but on real skill. Only people have failed the times, and the times will never fail anyone who tries to make a difference.
After all, everything on earth is difficult. No one can succeed casually, and no dream can be realized casually. Only by being down-to-earth can we find a way out; Only by working hard can we achieve our career; Only by working hard can we usher in a beautiful youth. The new era belongs to those who are determined, enterprising and fighters, and to everyone in China who works hard for their dreams.