Most people will complain: everyone else can succeed, why can't I? However, many people will say: sometimes success is not as difficult as people think. Why do they complain like this?
Yes, there will always be successful people and unsuccessful people in the world. Shouldn't we reflect on this?
In today's society, materialistic, white-collar and blue-collar, sweating like rain for livelihood and success. They are also very bitter and tired, and they have been persisting and struggling, but in the end they have not changed the status quo. White-collar workers are still sweating and blue-collar workers are still bleeding. Is God unfair? I don't think so. May I ask: Did they stick it out? Maybe if they persist in the end, they will not die in the obscurity, inaction and change of a post. These are all things that people should reflect on. Perhaps, they are only one step away from success, but they flinch.
Many times, we must see life clearly and understand reality.
No expert in the world can be sure that a person will succeed only with courage and self-confidence. However, many people around us have succeeded, even if they only account for a few excellent qualities, it is undeniable that they have succeeded and you have not. I have asked many successful people what is the secret of their success, and their answers are all the same: "There is no way to recover from doubts, and there is another village." This is the best interpretation. I don't understand. Is that all? Many people don't break through themselves, stagnate and get lost on the road to success. I don't want to believe that the road to success is so simple.
Now, I have to admit that their answers can't be more accurate. Sometimes, I even feel sad and distressed for those who are struggling and depressed. They worked hard all their lives, but failed to break through themselves. They gave up at the last minute and got nothing. They don't know that as long as they take a step forward, the door to success will open to them. ...
In fact, the door to success is left unlocked, as long as you can go forward and gently push it away.
Two excellent compositions divide a space into two spaces. Close the door, the two spaces may be familiar or unfamiliar; Open the door, there will be fewer obstacles between the two, and maybe it will pass.
The door slammed shut. The door separated her face, but it was not a continuous voice.
The sun slowly sprinkled on the bed through the window, which made people lazy, but I was pulled out of bed mercilessly.
"Mom, where is the fried dough-strips soybean milk promised last night?"
My mother suddenly stopped all her work and looked at me nervously. "Isn't there porridge in the pot? Besides, it's good to eat. Choose, choose! " Gradually, my mother regained her majesty and formidable momentum and began to preach to me.
"I didn't pick it. I don't know who asked me what to eat tomorrow morning last night, and I agreed to my request. You promised yourself, and I didn't force you! " As soon as I retorted, a series of war of words began.
Mom has been chanting, which makes people extremely unhappy!
I slammed the door in a rage, and that aggressive face finally disappeared into my sight.
The room was quiet, so I hid behind the door and waited to vent my anger.
It seems that her voice is still ringing outside the door, but the voice is getting smaller and smaller, and a few footsteps are faintly heard. She's still outside the door! Am I wrong about her? Could she have accidentally forgotten something important? Should I forgive her? ..... Countless ideas flooded in at the same time.
The footsteps outside seem to be hovering.
I thought about it again and again, and finally got up and walked to the door. Press the doorknob, but I didn't expect her to press the doorknob with me, and this is the first time she took the initiative to apologize to me. Two words of mutual apology let's hug each other tightly.
The opening of two doors bound our feelings together. That door will always be open, open there.
I have a normal family, my father, my mother and me. For the weakest person in my family, they protect me like an umbrella and make me feel warm all the time. For dad, mom became a weak person.
Our days always go forward over and over again. Every day, my mother says, "Hurry up, we will be late."
Every day, my father would say, "I'm going to work." It may be boring for others, but I just like this kind of life, simple and harmonious.
Because my father often goes out early and comes back late, I gradually rely more on my mother, as if everything can be solved as long as my mother is at home. However, I don't know, in fact, my mother also has "fragile" times.
That day, dad was on a business trip again. In the dead of night, the moonlight came out and shed its brilliance calmly. When I'm asleep, I can always hear soft footsteps. I slowly opened my eyes and looked out the door. It turned out that my mother was checking to see if the door was locked. "Mom, is the door locked?" "I know, I'll check it again." I shook my head in confusion and fell asleep again. I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by the sound again. I even wonder if I'm sleepwalking. The next morning, I pestered my tired mother: "Mom, why do you always lock the door?" Mom looked sober: "Your father is not at home, I always feel that the door is unlocked." I can see that mom stayed up all night!
Finally, on the third day, my father came back, and my mother hummed a little song about housework happily. After dinner, my mother rested at eight o'clock, a few hours earlier than usual. She slept so soundly and peacefully. I want to ask my mother to watch TV together, but I can't wake up. That night, I didn't hear my mother check the door lock again and again.
It turns out that in mom's heart, dad is the door, the door in mom's heart, and the person to rely on!
Once upon a time, the word happiness had nothing to do with me. I once asked myself, "Does happiness belong only to others and not to me?" Although there are doubts, there is nowhere to solve them. Helpless, only one person can continue to struggle and wait for the arrival of happiness. Waiting is the only way for me to have happiness.
Although I don't know the taste of happiness, I often see the fruits of happiness. Gradually, I feel that happiness is a dazzling rainbow in the sky; Happiness is the smile and encouragement given when others are frustrated; Happiness is a helping hand when others are in trouble; Happiness is the sunshine that warms the vast land in winter; Happiness is a continuous spring rain, nourishing the dry seedlings. ...
Slowly, I understand what happiness is and the true meaning of happiness. In fact, happiness is everywhere, but it is covered by all kinds of worlds and ignored by busy people.
Looking back, I used to have a lot of happiness, but my heart has drifted away and I have never remembered the beauty of happiness.
Looking back on those lost happiness, it is still unforgettable. I vaguely remember that it was a cold winter morning and it was snowing outside the window. My mother gets up early. Lust for the warmth of the bed, and don't put on a heavy cotton-padded jacket until class time approaches. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, I can't help shivering. Just as I opened the door to go to school, I saw my mother struggling in the snow, and her hair was covered with snowflakes. Seeing me standing there, my mother immediately smiled and handed the steaming steamed bread to me and said, "It won't be cold after breakfast." Looking at the wrinkles around my mother's eyes and her red and swollen hands, my tears are coming down. At that moment, I knew the taste of happiness.
The door to happiness is actually open. As long as we bravely intervene, we can enjoy the taste of happiness. Happiness is equal, as long as you embrace it, it will take care of you. What is lacking in the world is not happiness, but the courage to step into the door of happiness.
Behind everyone, there are countless doors, some of which may be great achievements and some may be annoying mistakes. Whatever is inside the door should be shut out.
If we immerse ourselves in our previous achievements and keep yesterday's glory in mind, it will be the fetters of our progress. There are countless people in the world who have made remarkable things when they are young, but they have accomplished nothing when they are old. Fang Zhongyong is a good example. Fang Zhongyong was very talented when he was a teenager. He could write beautiful poems. So he immersed himself in his cleverness and stopped learning and making progress.
However, if we keep an eye on the door of failure, we will bear the shadow of yesterday's pain, frustration and failure, instead of being open-minded and calm, which will only make our steps heavy and may eventually hinder the success of our career and the progress of our lives.
One of my classmates failed because he couldn't close the painful door behind him. He, like me, is a farmer's child. Because there was no English class in rural primary schools at that time, our rural children's English scores were poor after junior high school and their pronunciation was always inaccurate.
He has a strong rural accent, and speaking English is even worse. The first English exam, unfortunately, he became the last in the class, so he blamed himself and felt incompetent and mentally retarded. In English class, he always tries to avoid the teacher's questions. Finally, he dropped out of school and went home because he couldn't get out of the door of failure.
Therefore, we should learn to forget the past and close the door behind us, whether it is past success or failure, so that we can focus more on the road ahead: let go of yesterday's burden and move forward lightly. Let every day be a new starting point, treat every day as the beginning of a new life, and we will usher in success!
I am a scientist now, and I have invented many things-time mirror, layer change, magic pen ... but I am most proud of this-the Four Seasons Gate.
The Four Seasons Gate is my favorite invention in design, because it can let you know the weather, change colors at will and purify the air. Sunny days will turn into the same color as the sun, and cloudy days and rainy days can also turn into the same color as the sun. You don't have to watch the weather forecast. Just pay attention to the Four Seasons Gate in the morning, and it will tell you the weather today and tomorrow. If you want to know the weather this week, it will tell you that it can change color. The Four Seasons Gate can also purify the air, for example, it smells bad. It not only has these characteristics, but also allows you to stay in your room in spring, where you can see everything reviving, birds singing and flowers singing and dancing! I want to ask why, right? Because it can let you see the unreachable grassland, maybe this is the so-called "clairvoyance"! The Four Seasons Gate can reflect the scene there in your room, making you feel immersive. In summer, because of the hot weather, there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants, but your home is in sharp contrast with the outside. The four seasons door will make your room cool, just like being in the ocean, some bugs won't come, which will make you very comfortable. In autumn, you can smell the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in your room, which makes you very moist. In winter, it can keep warm and not freeze, and the four-season door can also prevent theft. Whenever you fall asleep, there will be a protective wall outside, where thieves can be attached to it and automatically call the police. It will never disturb your time in the countryside and protect your family and property.
Is the Four Seasons Gate I invented good?
I really want to secretly open the mountain gate in my bedroom-I never seem to open that door.
With the completion of the new house, I have my own room. I was very young at that time. If I don't open the door, I will never dare to sleep if I am timid. I still remember one day in summer when it suddenly thundered in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found the door closed. Suddenly, a flash of lightning in the dark room scared me to cry. My mother put me to bed that night.
After entering middle school, I feel that I have grown up. It seems that it doesn't matter whether I close the door at night. Sometimes, I think it's better to close the door, because I can read my favorite books until midnight, but my parents won't notice.
Entering the second day of junior high school, the learning task is heavy. It is said that second place is the key, so I won't spend so much time (in fact, I don't have that much time) reading my favorite books.
My parents always close the door tightly so as not to disturb me. On the other side of the door is the soft light of parents watching TV; On this side of the door is a lonely desk lamp. I sit at my desk and stare at the pile of exercises. As a result, I seldom come to talk to my parents, and my parents don't want me to stay there. They think it's a waste of time. And that door, like a thick barrier, opened the distance between my parents and me. Occasionally, I can't help walking to the other side of the door to enjoy the warm atmosphere with my parents, but suddenly I find that there is no longer that kind of warm smile on their faces. I see, all I can "enjoy" is the pile of tall problem sets and the cold desk lamp.
I closed the door quietly. I sat quietly at my desk, and the pile of exercises seemed to turn into a ferocious face, grinning at me. Suddenly, I felt a sour feeling, and I remembered the open door in the past ... It was late at night, and I really wanted to open that door. ...
It turns out that there is only one door between my study and the hall. In the past, that door was always open, but now, in order to let me study hard, my parents closed it.
It is not only a door, but also a window to the soul. They closed the door tightly, which really made me avoid the temptation; Let me avoid the noise. However, it also closed my fantasy; It closed my mind and made me "isolated". How much I want to laugh and laugh with my parents in front of TV; How I want to hear JJ Lin's magnetic voice again; How I want to run and laugh with my friends in the wind. ...
"But, I'm not alone! In the room, I have electric lights, books as companions and parents' care! " I fought back a smile and said this sentence. But a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I felt its existence, immediately erased it and told myself: "I didn't cry, I will always be a strong child." I smiled and swallowed tears that were about to overflow.
I know, I'm fooling myself. It can deceive my behavior, but not my own soul. That door is like a pair of hard and heavy shackles, trapping my original free heart.
The two lights in the room still can't illuminate the darkness in my heart. Maybe the soul can mature in that environment.
I'm tired of a person's life and a person's world. Don't! A world without one person. I remember a sentence like this: "A person is a world, but a lonely person is by no means a world." I am actually the latter. I'll never even have my own world.
Once, I couldn't stand such silence any longer. I opened the door. See the beauty of the world again. However, it was met with strange eyes from parents. I closed the door in a hurry, reluctantly and helpless.
However, that door will not be closed forever. One day, it will open; Set me free and get rid of the shackles. The soul flies freely in my world!
One day not long ago, I stood in front of my familiar door. Although I have the key in my hand, I don't want to open the door. This door evokes my memory. A long time ago, my family lived in the country, and the door of the house was a very simple wooden door. During the day, many neighbors visit, and adults sit on the threshold and pull up their families. Our children play with sand on the unpaved sand in front of the door, and sometimes use sand to build castles. Sometimes I make a villain out of mud under the sand, and sometimes I make a tree out of some branches. The country gate is not only our entrance, but even swallows like to fly to our country gate to settle down. I remember one year, Mother Swallow laid five eggs. One day, I stood awkwardly on the table and gently put the swallow's egg in my hand. After a while, the egg was bright and warm, so I quietly put it back because of it.
Later, we moved into a new home in the city. The door is a heavy security door and a safety iron door. Although the environment is much better, I always feel lonely. I don't know whether the neighbors are men or women, whether they are old or young, or even how many people live in the door. Since then, the door of my soul seems to be closed. I feel lonely and lonely, but the beautiful room is like a cage.
Finally, I lost my temper and opened the door. At this moment, the door of the neighbor's house was also opened. A little boy about my age came out with a gyro in his hand. "Come on, let's turn the top." I took the initiative to say hello to him. "Well, let's go together." He was glad to hear a burst of laughter from below the community and a burst of noise from there. It turns out that the children are swimming. From then on, we opened the door, walked out of the corridor and merged into it.
10 door, common, common. Whether it is a glass door, an iron door or an expensive door, it can't compare with a door-the door of the soul.
The door of the soul is always inadvertently opened in the conversation with friends, parents and teachers, which makes our mood happier, our body lighter and our mind better. Stranger, every communication with you may also make you know him better and become friends. That time, I opened the door of my heart.
It was a morning. As usual, I came to school. The warm sunshine shone on me, and my classmates greeted me one after another. In the third class, I quarreled with my classmates about a pen. Finally, the classmate went to the teacher without telling me anything. My face is very long. At this time, my anger is rising. I am very unhappy, holding a piece of paper to vent my anger.
"Obviously, he deliberately took my pen and didn't give it back to me. He also laughed at me for having no money to buy a pen, so I quarreled with him. What does it have to do with me? I am not wrong. " I tried my best to defend myself, and I was extremely wronged. "How can the teacher scold me so indiscriminately? Really annoying that person! " I hate to think about it. "If you are right, why is he complaining?" The teacher asked me. I faltered and couldn't answer a word, so I had to go back to the classroom in despair.
A few days later, that classmate actually apologized to me, which made me feel incredible. My anger died out in his sincere apology. I sat down to chat with him. We open our hearts and open the door to our souls. I also know that the door to the soul is opened by two keys: sincerity and forgiveness.
The most precious thing in the world is the door of the soul, and its opening, do you know which two keys are it?
Excellent composition 1 1 How I wish I had a door. ......
The door is so ordinary, but it is so mysterious that it will make you think and think a lot. I also have some unspeakable ideas.
Doraemon. Every child yearns for any door, but for me, a teenager who is already a middle school student, this yearning is a bit like a child.
Children of the same age are thinking about things that adults can't understand but have always known, but in my heart, there are always things that don't exist. Any door. In my inner world, there seem to be some little things that others don't know. These secrets of my inner world were locked up and never discovered. How I hope that one day, even for a minute, others can pass the exam. Any door, but come into my world and get to know me.
I have been admired and praised since I was a child, but no one has ever really understood me. No one knows that I don't want to be perfect. I want to be an ordinary child. I want to be an ordinary person. Average grades, average looks, average work, everything seems to be ignored. However, my competitiveness does not allow me to do so. I am always willing to compete with others and like to win. Victory is my mother, calling me all the time. This is against my will. I don't know how to kill two birds with one stone, but I can only listen to my parents, teachers and others. Orders. "
I am a poor child, Doraemon. This is a fable. I have always dreamed of comforting my soul. Just like the unfortunate bear who has been trying to do everything well, he is always played by the god of fate, and my wish is as difficult to realize as the unfortunate bear. This reminds me of "any door.
Although any door is just an illusion, I will try to make this illusion an ideal and further become a reality. I hope someone can understand my heart and listen to the children's real thoughts through this random door.
Anyway, I'd rather you weren't as great as the legend, or you didn't exist at all, because you are my only spiritual sustenance. I'd rather you share my wishes with the outside world.
There are many animals living happily in the forest.
One day, the lion king in the forest rushed out of the forest and saw a door. The lion was curious, so he suddenly bumped his head. Unexpectedly, the door didn't open, but there was a bag on my head. The lion was angry. He called all the animals in the forest and said to everyone, "This door is very strange. Let you see if there are any other strange places. " The elephant said, "hey, this door is just an ordinary door." Look at mine! " "After that, the elephant hit him on the head, and his head was wrapped up and there was no crack in the door." Gee, that's strange. The ordinary door opened as soon as I hit it, and there was no key at all. What happened this time? "The elephant said doubtfully.
The lion said, "Who can open this door ..." Then the bear said, "I'm coming, I'm coming." After that, the bear kicked hard and fell to the ground. His feet were swollen, but the door didn't move at all, and the bear began to suspect.
At this time, the clever monkey came to the door, knocked on the door with his hand and said, "Is there anyone inside?" Then the door opened a little, and the little rabbit said, "Is there anyone living in it?" The door opened a little more. Finally, the little squirrel came to the door and said in a gentle voice, "Can we go in?" Finally, the door finally opened.
When they went in, they saw a delicious meal. Elephants and bears also ran over and ate directly without asking. Rabbits, lions and squirrels are very angry, so they go out. As soon as they went out, the door closed and the bear and elephant were locked in.
Later, everyone realized that only courtesy can naturally open the door.
My hometown is at the mouth of Yongjiang River, which is a famous city in the south of the Yangtze River. Beautiful scenery and attractive snacks attract tourists, but I am most proud of all kinds of bridges.
The bridge embodies the characteristics of our land of plenty in Ningbo and adds beauty to the beautiful Yongcheng. There are many kinds of bridges: arched, flat and made of stone ... they are really dotted and countless. People walk by the Moon Lake, and you can see a bridge in a dozen steps. When I go to Sanjiangkou, I can see Lingqiao, Qinqiao, Jiangxia Bridge and so on. Do you think there are many bridges in Ningbo?
Lingqiao is the most famous one here. Across the Three Rivers, there is only one bridge opening without piers. A ship of more than ten tons can pass under it, and its shape is similar to that of its neighbor "Qinqiao". There are thousands of cars and people passing by on grandpa Lingqiao road every day. Lingqiao passed the "physical examination" three times, and now it still stands on the river, regardless of the wind and rain, never flinching. The scenery around Lingqiao is also beautiful. People stand on Lingqiao, looking down, looking at the surging river in the east, overlooking the tiger hills and shade in the west, and the high-rise buildings on both sides of the strait. Looking at this charming scenery, you will never leave.
The times are developing and Ningbo is advancing. Now, all kinds of cement bridges and overpasses have replaced the ancient stone bridges. We in Ningbo are building the longest sea-crossing bridge in the world: Hangzhou Bay Sea-crossing Bridge. It is magnificent. When 20xx is completed and opened to traffic, I invite you to visit here.
I love my beautiful hometown, and I love all kinds of bridges in my hometown.
An excellent composition 14 I am a person who loves learning. I have developed a strong interest in Chinese since I was a child, and Chinese is my favorite subject composition. Every time I write a composition, I am full of ideas and write articles that I am deeply proud of. I am a person who likes nature. Every time I see the ripples of the lotus pond smile, the branches overlook the weathered plum blossoms, the green dances in the rain curtain, and the "broken silver" jumps in the sun, which creates inspiration for me. Maybe this is the secret of learning Chinese well!
I like Chinese because of the naive teaching of Chinese teachers in primary schools. Her teaching method is unique. She always extracts the main points of an article, makes a little analysis, and then lets us absorb this knowledge together. When writing a composition, she asked us to write a real case. Because I was too lazy in primary school, I always wrote a little, and my level was naive and not good-looking. After the teacher knew it, he said to me, "Writing is not very good, but don't be too naive.". Think about the surrounding environment, rain curtain, blue sky and white clouds, which can make your invisible wings fly freely! " After listening to her words, I often pay attention to observation and find that everything around me is so beautiful, so I fly in the sky of composition and improve my writing level. In the meantime, I prefer Chinese.
Chinese is everywhere, and it gives us a pair of invisible wings. Although it is sometimes complicated, such as reading, it is as profound as looking for a needle in a haystack. But sometimes it is your learning realm that sublimates. In fact, Chinese is not limited to a small area and the same topic, and its expressions are varied.
In short, I just like Chinese, an unspeakable love, an unspeakable feeling!
Excellent composition 15 knocks on the door of happiness.
Spring, like a group of graceful masked girls, wants to hide and show, vaguely revealing her infinite charm. Outside the window, the morning light gradually emerged, and that touch of red was also spreading quietly. People in the sun, frowning slightly, with a layer of gold on their faces, hurried and enjoyed all the way, smelling the warmth and shyness of girls in spring with the freshness of early spring.
These days, I am far away from the exuberance that spring is quietly budding, away from the hidden and obvious noise in the street, and often live quietly in my study alone, with the support of one leg to let the days flow by.
I have never been so idle, watching a series from beginning to end. Maybe his leg is broken and he has nowhere to go? May be tempted by "happiness" in "Knocking on Happiness"? Or, is there some kind of happiness floating in the bones?
I like Jiang, but I don't like her performance of Jiang Lu. On TV, women dare to love and hate, which is a question of right and wrong. Black is black, white is white, and the edges and corners are so distinct; Emotional things, stems are not stems, leaves are not leaves, and branches and vines are entangled. After watching 36 episodes, I didn't see any happiness.
What happened to that Song Yusheng? Handsome? Insufficient. Responsibility? It's nothing. Only avoidance in the cracks and unprincipled filial piety. When his woman was dragged back into deep humiliation and pain by an anonymous letter, he was alone in repressed resentment and grand selfishness; When this middle-aged woman who is as thin as cicada's wings is ready to abort her little life with hope, Song Yusheng, as her husband, still lets herself fall into the escape of losing her mind.
Is he really worth Jiang Lu's efforts?
I have a feeling that if I had to choose my lover, I would definitely choose Wang Yidi. That Jiang Pei is a woman who has been soft and immersed in happiness without knocking at the door. In authentic Shanghainese, don't be too happy!