I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself more than once. I thought more than once, "Have I changed? ! "
In the past, I liked jumping and playing games with children on the green grass, running happily and laughing happily, and I had countless happy auras in my heart. Now, I have entered this middle school with strong teachers. What I feel is that competition is pressure, and I am immersed in the vast sea of questions. Too much homework is like a flood out of control and a mountain high. I'm out of breath. I burn the midnight oil every day. I know the consequences if I don't finish it. The teacher's face will suddenly pull up.
More than two feet long, he roared like thunder: "Come out and stand!" " "This is just a light punishment. What's more serious is that the face is covered with Wuzhishan and black and blue, and there are not only traces of wooden sticks on the ass, but also beautiful patterns at the bottom of the teacher's high heels. After the brutal beating, there were dozens of pages of fines and even invited your parents to get in touch with each other, and the consequences were unimaginable. I don't have the courage to try easily. I have to understand what happens when an iron bar makes the table tremble. Under the strict "martial law", I became smarter and more sensible. But who knows our "bitterness"?
I used to love to laugh, and my laughter spread all over the campus with wings. Now, it is blocked by memory. It's not laughter, it's more tears, the hardships of life, the failure of exams, the difficulties ahead ... I don't know the first song of this youth waltz, why do you always call me a loser, and I don't know the background of this beautiful flower season, which is always overcast. /kloc-at the age of 0/5, I gave up my past laughter. But who knows our "choice"?
What is happiness? I've been looking for this problem.
That summer vacation, my parents and I climbed Huashan Mountain. It is not so easy to conquer the steep Huashan Mountain. Let's climb up step by step. Halfway up the hill, I was out of breath. The sweaty father stopped, put his hands on his waist, gasped and stamped his feet angrily and said, "What mountain to climb?" Why? Money is really hard to buy! " Mother was about to refute, when a rich voice came: "landscape tofu!" " "We have a look, there is a vendor next to it. He was wearing a white vest, his back was soaked with sweat, and his wheat-colored skin was copper in the scorching sun. It turned out that he was shouting. He noticed us and smiled and said, "Are you tired of climbing? "? A bowl of landscape tofu! "
I looked at a big barrel of tender tofu flowers next to him and asked the boss, "Isn't it tired to pick so many tofu flowers up the mountain every day?" The boss smiled, showing a few yellow teeth and squinting. He said: "Although I am a little tired, I can earn some money, exercise and make it convenient for tourists. Isn't this a very happy thing? " At this moment, another guest came. The boss gently scraped off the surface water in the jar, scraped off a shiny piece of tofu on the surface with a small scraper and put it in a bowl. Fill a big bowl with sugar juice, then hand it to the guests carefully and tell them, "Be careful, don't spill it on the ground." Seeing the guests eating sweetly, he smiled even happier. Watching him say this with a smile, I suddenly realized that happiness is so simple in his eyes!
After eating tofu, we went on our way contentedly. At this time, dad stopped complaining and continued to climb. At the top of the mountain, I watched the peak opposite the mountain go straight into the sky, the tall and straight pine trees stood by the steep cliff, and the white fog enveloped the peak ... I never felt so satisfied and happy in my heart.
Yes, this is happiness. It turns out that happiness is very simple, just between that thought.
Second grade composition 3 "Wow-Wow-Da-Da ..."
The rain outside is like a hole in the Milky Way in the sky, all pouring down from the sky. Rain pattered on the window. "Whew-"Lightning split the sky in half like a sword, but it only appeared for a moment, just like a walk-on who just came out to shoot sequins, and then disappeared in a hurry.
I have to admit, this kind of weather really makes people unhappy at all. The dark clouds outside the window are like a big black stone, firmly holding my heart down and feeling stuffy.
I turned on my mobile phone and played a piano song at will. Soothing music floated past my ears. I quietly closed my eyes and let the beautiful melody touch my heart. Suddenly—
"this song is' riverflowsinyou'!"
As if deliberately trying to break this warm atmosphere, a very witty female voice sounded in my ear.
"ah! I'm here! Here! "
I looked up and found it was a book.
"hello! My name is Xiao Yuan! " This book talks to me with a happy expression.
"How do you know the name of that song?" I asked curiously.
"It's all you!" The book curled its lips discontentedly. "Take us home without looking! I don't know what I deserve! " She pointed to the "Piano Score" on it. "Forget it, because we can talk about heaven, I will leave you alone!" She seems to remember something. "By the way, we talked about it anyway. Come and see me! "
It's like magic is manipulating. As the book unfolds, I seem to be attracted by a force. After a brush, I touched the book.
"ha! Now you can see me clearly! " Xiao Yuan happy voice.
I turned around and saw a little girl with two ponytails, cute and cute, looking up at me.
"Stay here at ordinary times, so boring, why don't you come and see me? How boring it is to buy it without turning it over! " Small circle disgruntled du mouth.
"What's the point of reading? It is better to play games! "
"Nonsense! Books are very interesting. When you read them, you can feel real happiness! Simple! You just didn't notice it yourself. I'll show you the charm of reading now and erase all your ignorant thoughts! " Xiao Yuan was very angry and pulled me to run in one direction.
"ah? Hey? Wait a minute! Slow down! "
Xiao Yuan was very angry. She dragged me in front of a school. Well, can this be called the school gate? There are two trees on both sides of the gate! There is a sign hidden in the dense tree, and the workers write a few words on it-Ba Xueyuan.
"This is the most interesting thing in the book. School is over. I often come here to play! "
"Look!" Xiao Yuan pointed to a tram not far away. "That's the classroom! Very interesting! " There are several children in the tram, and one of them seems to be doing an experiment because his desk is full of experimental equipment.
"It's almost lunchtime, and we are on time!" Xiao Yuan seems to be looking forward to lunch here.
When she arrived at the canteen, she somehow conjured up a lunch box and showed me the food. "It's chicken, it's the taste of mountains, it's shrimp, it's the taste of the sea." She pointed it out to me with a serious face, just like a professor teaching a child.
"Mr. Principal is here!" She suddenly found something and looked surprised. "Hello, Mr. President!"
"Hello!" The headmaster smiled at her. I saw his smile and suddenly felt happier than ever. His smile seems to have a kind of magic, which can make people feel happiness and pure happiness in an instant.
This is the feeling of reading?
Suddenly the picture began to switch, and in a blink of an eye, I saw a group of students writing and drawing in a classroom.
"They are teaching themselves" is a clear female voice. But why is it a little familiar?
I turned my head and found it was a middle school student. But it looks so familiar.
"Stop staring at me, I'm Xiao Yuan!"
"But why did you suddenly grow up so much?"
"I just took you to see the little peas by the window. Of course it will look small! " Xiao Yuan casually pulled a chair and sat down. "Feel the charm of books, simple happiness."
"hmm." I nodded. When the headmaster laughed just now, it really felt good.
"When you put yourself into the story when you are studying, you will feel happy when the protagonist is happy, and you will reach the realm of unity of things and me. When you are completely absorbed in the book, you can clearly feel those joys and sorrows, just as you have experienced them yourself. But you are obviously an outsider and a spectator. So will it be amazing? "
"It seems really amazing to hear you say that." Come to think of it, it seems to be true. Things and I are one.
"This is the charm of books. As long as I take you into a book, you will be completely moved by it. " Xiao Yuan has a proud face.
"Reading is obviously a very happy thing. How can you be unhappy? That's because you didn't put your heart into writing this book at all. "
"By the way, you were a girl in Little Doudou by the Window, and now you are a middle school student. So which book are we in?"
"Teaching AIDS!" Xiao Yuan answered me loudly.
I don't know her.
"Don't think teaching AIDS are unattractive ~ It's just that you transfer your boredom with learning to them, poor child paper."
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"In fact, the existence of supplementary books is to make you better integrate into books you don't like and feel their charm. Hahaha, if you look more and know more, when you see a person, can you say that you can see him and not find him? " Xiao Yuan said with a smile.
"Who the hell are you?" These are really not found at ordinary times.
"I am the spirit of this book! In order for you to turn reading into enjoyable reading ~ "Xiao Yuan winked at me.
"It seems that you have understood the happiness of reading. Then it's time for me to send you out ~ finally someone to play with me, and I'm going to send you out again. I really hate it ... "Xiao Yuan and the surrounding scenery slowly disappeared. Before everything turned white, I heard Xiao Yuan and my last words-
"In fact, every book has its meaning. Even the teaching AIDS are full of fun. Discover their hidden happiness, and you can turn reading into enjoyable reading. Reading is the right book for you! "
When I woke up again, everything was back to normal. It seems that the small circle has never appeared, and the previous time seems to have stopped, and there is no past minute. However, I clearly understand that I learned a very important thing in my recent trip. Its name is reading. No, it's just a superficial phenomenon. What is really, and what should be called out most, is-reading.
I like traveling and collecting postcards from all over the world. Scenery, poetry, life, poetry ... but those seem to be luxuries of life, so it doesn't matter if you throw them away. Open the middle drawer in front of the desk and pick it up carefully, for fear of getting the pencil words dirty and blowing off the dust gently-this is a real postcard, representing the hearts of a China, two cities and two children. ...
That was a long time ago. Photos and videos of poor children in mountainous areas are often shown on TV. When the first cock crows through the sleeping sky, they have to go to school with their schoolbags on their backs. The morning mist was hazy, sad and cold, but the frozen little hand still picked up the bag. They are in rags, but they are still firmly moving towards the palace of knowledge. Compared with us? I don't have to worry about food and clothing, bright school buildings, exquisite books, knowledgeable teachers ... my heart is tightly pulled up, and this spirit of seeking knowledge really touched me. Just seeing the activity of sending love packages, my mother and I went to the post office to send packages.
On the postal bill, I solemnly signed my name and watched the lovely Mickey Mouse schoolbag be packed into beige cartons and loaded into big trucks to go far away. My heart is pounding, excited and worried. Can her package arrive? Do the stationery and books in it meet her needs? I am looking forward to, looking forward to that frown, satisfied smile, attitude of studying hard, looking forward to her entering the temple of knowledge and realizing her dreams.
There are not many people sending letters now, and the postman doesn't come to deliver letters so often, but my ears seem to be particularly sensitive to the bell of that bicycle. "Jingle bells!" Every time the bell rings, I run to the window anxiously. Green figures shuttle through rows of mailboxes, but they don't open my mailbox. The postman quickly got on the bus and the bus rang again. However, it was not as cheerful as when I came. The shrinking figure left me with only a series of disappointments.
Day after day, in a blink of an eye, 1 month passed. When I came home from school that day, I suddenly saw that today's mailbox was a little different. There is a postcard lying quietly inside. No, it's not quiet at all. It is like a vigorous flame, burning, anxious and excited, eager for me to take it out. Its vitality revives the cold mailboxes in the past, reflecting the whole row of mailboxes! I hurried to get the key to open the mailbox, took it out, and rushed upstairs to my desk and sat down. With a ray of bright sunshine, I saw this postcard clearly, and the front is far away:
"Dear elder sister, hello! Thank you for your help! Schoolbags and stationery are lovely. I will definitely study hard! "
The crooked pencil writing is still a little immature, but the vitality and enthusiasm in that word really touched me. Reading and reading, my eyes seemed to see her sitting at a desk, practicing calligraphy one by one. There is a firm thirst for knowledge in her eyes. This is a real postcard! My heart is also choppy, causing a lot of thoughts.
Yes, this is an encouragement to love and dedication! Our love was not in vain. When it brought real motivation and will, my heart was extremely satisfied, which prompted me to dedicate my love to help those poor children. I also let this postcard be known in the class, so that students can experience the joy of real dedication.
Whenever I see the smiling faces of my classmates and neighbors holding postcards, I know that this is a real postcard-real dedication, real curiosity and real love.
I want to do what I want to do, even if it is not worth it, even if it is really a waste, but at least I won't regret it.
The future will come even if you don't expect it I deeply believe that I no longer need to get courage and direction from others. Even if your own strength is as humble as the tiny dust in the universe, even if the road to your goal is full of thorns. No matter how difficult it is, I know I can do it. So I want to run forward without looking back, because people who have no future are not qualified to talk about the past.
These years, I am wasting my youth and the good times I have. I will lose, people will always leave, but I know that those who have given me love are angels. They told me that no matter how bad and embarrassed I became, I couldn't give up encouraging myself. Because, one day, I will grow up. It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of experience.
I once read a story about angels in Summer Solstice, which probably means that everyone has an angel to watch over him/her all the time. If this angel thinks your life is too sad and your mood is too sad, then he will become someone around you, maybe your friend, maybe your lover, maybe your parents, maybe strangers you have only met once, and these people will quietly appear in your life. Then you will have good memories in your life. Even if your road is covered with snow and ice in the future, you can still remember those happy things and be brave. So people who leave us silently are actually angels who have returned to heaven. For example, those friends who left, strangers who helped you, people who loved the last separation, boys who asked him for directions, classmates who told you nice jokes to make you happy, singers who sang nice songs to you, and writers who wrote good books are all kind angels. Maybe you will feel sad or lost for their disappearance for a while, and you will look around for where they went and what country they went to, but in the end, you will believe that they are living quietly and contentedly in a corner of this world. Then those feelings of loss and sadness will no longer exist, and time is the greatest healer.
I am growing up, and I want to cherish it. I don't want to be alone in this busy world. But I want to live well for my angel and myself.
Some people say that what the world craves most is the lost time that can't be obtained. Is that really the case?
Time comes and goes in a hurry, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, dripping into the sea without sound or shadow. If it rushes by, it will never come back. In this regard, some people lament that time is ruthless. Some people are puzzled and ask why time comes and goes in a hurry, so heartless. Some people are sad, and the sad time is gone forever. ...
But when? Still flashing mercilessly, there is no sound and no shadow. ...
As a result, people began to yearn for time, offering "an inch of time and an inch of gold" at a sky-high price, which was coldly rejected by time as "an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time".
Time leaves in a hurry in the rising and falling cycle of the sun, becoming the past and loss; Time passes by in the ticking of clocks and watches, and it can never come back, becoming unattainable. Time is lost and lost in a hurry, flashing without a trace. ...
People sigh, people regret, but there is nothing they can do, so they have to yearn for more time. Some people wait for the return of time; Some people obsessively think about the rush of time, hoping to get an answer, but time slips away in his thinking; Some people think they are smart, claiming that they don't care or care about time, thinking that they can avoid time, but they often find that their lives are wasted in their later years, so they get revenge from time ... People have different ways to deal with the rush of time, but they all show their desire and pursuit for time, and time has become more mysterious in people's desire. ...
Think about it, what people long for is what they have lost but will never get-time. Only when time is lost and can't be found again will people sigh its value. Is it too late? Why not cherish time before it passes?
What we lost was yesterday, and what we will never get is yesterday. But what we should value and cherish is today! Today keeps recalling yesterday, and today becomes yesterday in memory; Today just keeps imagining tomorrow, and the imagined tomorrow will be difficult to realize!
Time is always passing, there is always a cycle of life and death. There is nothing wrong with longing for time, but in the case that time is doomed to remain unchanged, the attitude of seizing the day can make our life better.
Friends, let's cherish the present and make good use of it!
Have you ever heard of such a legend?
Every girl was actually a beautiful and lovely angel before her death. God sent them into this world to sow the seeds of hope and dreams.
This is really a beautiful legend, but it is too beautiful to be true.
Because, in my body, it seems that the truth of this legend can not be fully reflected. I don't have an angel's lovely face, an angel's holy temperament, or even an angel's gentle personality. All I have is an ordinary and ordinary heart. Although I was passionate about angels when I was a child, I believed the legend persistently, but I didn't know it until I grew up. It was just a false and beautiful legend.
I remember one day in early winter, I took some photos of angels to school. It was originally a birthday present for a friend, but it was accidentally seen by some troublemakers in the class. They burst into laughter at once, and one of them even laughed loudly in front of me: "Look at your ugly and dull appearance, or are you an angel?" You can't compare with the dog! " I don't remember how I spent that day in the strange eyes of others. I only remember that since then, shame and inferiority have always existed in my heart, making my originally high head hang down. Yes, I'm stupid and ugly, which simply defiles the noble and beautiful term' angel'. Those boys didn't say anything wrong. I just found out now. Even so, my heart has been very uncomfortable. After all, it was my childhood dream, but the cruel facts ruthlessly shattered it. Although I tried to hold back, I couldn't help crying on the way after school that day.
When I came home that day, I didn't intend to tell my mother about it, but my mother saw it anyway. She pulled me over and asked softly, "Are you wronged today?" Why are there tears on your face? "Listening to the words of concern, I couldn't help crying again, so I told my mother about it in detail. Who knows that my mother was distressed and surprised and said, "Silly girl, how did this happen?" "You are smart and cute since you were a child, and you are the' little angel' in your parents' hearts. "As if to prove this sentence, she also took out a photo with them when I was a child.
It was from that moment on that my heart began to tremble. The background of that photo is midsummer. In the photo, I am snuggling in my mother's arms happily, smiling happily and brightly. The sunshine in summer shines on my face, which has an incredible effect-although I don't have a lovely face and holy temperament, I was really like an angel when I was pure and happy!
From that moment on, I finally understood that a real angel doesn't need a good appearance and a smart mind. Because, as long as there is love and happiness in the heart, every girl is an angel!
It was a boring afternoon, and the sun was very strong. I looked at the motionless homework on the desk like a hill, stared at the eye-catching composition topic, and looked at the words "Tears streaming down my face". I don't know why, but I always feel like crying. I couldn't help sighing and got up to go outside for a walk.
Walking in the noisy street, watching the hurried crowd, I turned into a quiet path with a frown until I came to the end, so I was shocked by the picture in front of me. There is a farmland with many flowers and plants, especially sunflowers with their heads held high. The scorching sun keeps following the sun. The other flowers either bent over with laughter or hung their heads coldly. Only sunflowers always stand up straight, trying to bloom a beautiful smiling face to the sun.
What kind of power is this? My eyes were moistened by the beautiful scenery in front of me. That sunflower is dizzy with golden yellow, its leaves are stretched to the extreme, its stem is slightly humble, but it can stand so tenaciously. It is a powerful force, a suffocating force.
It is neither as noble as peony, nor as charming as rose, nor as pure as lily. It has only itself and is unique. As long as there is the sun, its face will always face the sun. No matter how stormy it is, no matter how frosty it is, as long as there is sunshine, it immediately looks up.
Suddenly, a little boy came into my sight. He looked around and exclaimed, "Wow! How beautiful! " Then he made an unexpected move. He reached out and picked the stubborn sunflower! "What are you doing!" I quickly stopped him loudly, and the boy turned his head in fear of the sudden roar and looked at me with an ignorant face. "Why do you want to pick it? Isn't the sunflower alive and well? It's not good to grow freely here? " "But it's so beautiful, I want to take it home and give it to my mother." His voice was slightly aggrieved. "Then you can take your mother here to have a look. Why take it away? " Looking at the sunflower with a hole, I feel a little uncomfortable. If I could stop it earlier, it wouldn't be hurt. I seem to see it waving leaves and waving to me, laughing and saying it doesn't matter. ...
A flower follows the goal, not to mention people. I was deeply shocked by the power of sunflowers, and at the same time I was deeply ashamed of my shrinking in the face of the smallest difficulties. I want to become a sunflower, be firm in my heart, bravely meet the challenge of the senior high school entrance examination, and be afraid of something to eat and suffer a little while growing up.
Today, I don't know how many times I have sat in the examination room. I took a deep breath and watched the sunshine outside the window shining on the sign of "Wisdom Building" posted on the teaching building. I seem to understand something. The bitterness of the past nine years has already turned into a force, like a sunflower, which has been pushing me far away and making me burst into tears again and again.
I've always wanted to write about the differences in natural scenery and humanities between North and South. I haven't been to Jiangnan, and I dare not write about humanistic customs. Let's guess the south for a moment.
Autumn in the north is beautiful to me. It seems that overnight, all the leaves have received the news of autumn, and the pace has changed from clear green and emerald green to bright red and orange. There are also some leaves that are maverick, do not listen to the call of autumn, remain green and rustle in the wind.
At the same time, the autumn wind also has a strong color and breath. As soon as the wind blew, the leaves of Huang Yanhong fell from the tree and finally fell to the ground, splashing. If there is a strong wind, the whole tree will sway, and the leaves will no longer fall, but dance around the tree.
The school is at the foot of the mountain and the floor is high. When you look up against the window, you can see the low mountain. The red, yellow and dark green on the mountain are mixed and mottled, and with the occasional rainy and sunset days, the breath of autumn is stronger. Autumn is crisp and the sky is clear, even in the classroom.
Looking at poetry, autumn in the south is warm and soft.
Maybe maple trees in the south will be red and ginkgo trees will be yellow, but they are all slow and quiet. Unlike the north, it is autumn overnight, and the atmosphere in the south is slowly immersed, and people realize that it has passed the early autumn. It is the tranquility of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" and "green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers".
Southland is warm and humid, just like the women in Jiangnan. It is soft and elegant. Therefore, it seems that Qiu can't bear to disturb this graceful Jiangnan woman, and even the years have become soft.
The beginning of life, 10, the second grade composition, is good in essence. Kindness is human nature, and nature is the most lovely.
A study in Germany found that infants less than 18 months showed selfless spirit, which showed that human beings were born with a tendency to help others. An institute of human evolution in Germany is dedicated to finding the process of human brain development and the source of human cooperation spirit. Scientists study how a group of babies react and cooperate in the face of various environments in the laboratory. They were surprised to find that all babies are "good children" who help others.
Psychological researchers do simple actions in front of a group of babies who can only crawl every day, such as hanging towels with clips and folding books. After a period of time, researchers will deliberately screw up these simplest tasks. Like dropping a clip or knocking over a pile of books. At this time, all 24 babies in the lab showed their intention to help in a few seconds.
Each of us has a kind heart. She didn't just exist when we were young, but that kind heart was always with us. Even the heinous villain has his good side.
There is a story that a robber killed several people and then slipped away from the police. Later, he was found by the police when he was getting on the bus. He immediately got out of the station, grabbed a BMW and started running. He has been crossing the road. At a crossroads, it was a green light, and a group of children crossed the road in an orderly way under the organization of the teacher. After chasing the police, everyone's heart was cold. Innocent children, the flowers of the motherland are all dead.
But a miracle happened here, robber. Stop at the zebra crossing. No breakthrough. So he was taken away by the police. Ended his life.
Human nature is good. Don't deny a person's kindness just because he has done some bad things. Such examples abound, so I don't need to list them one by one! There are too many such examples in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. I can't finish talking.
Believe it! Human nature is good.