Mirror 1 Life is like a delicate mirror. In life, we know ourselves from the mirror, correct ourselves, and face the future life with a more perfect self.
On a snowy winter night, snowflakes like goose feathers fell on my shoulders, like thousands of butterflies flying in the light. When I turned the last corner, I found that the road looked like ink.
Just as I was complaining, a bright light came over and I quickly closed my eyes. "Liang Xiao, is that you?" I'm Zhang Dage. Suit yourself. Brother Zhang has been working outside for a long time and his body is very thin. "Brother Zhang, why are you back!" "Just got back, this street lamp is broken, ready to repair it!" "Repairing street lamps is not our business. What are we doing to repair them? " "You don't understand this. We all live here and make it our home. If the home is broken, it will naturally be repaired! " I was ashamed after listening to it, and now I have more admiration.
Say, Zhang Dage came to my side. Under the strong light of electric batons, I saw Zhang Dage holding a broom in his left hand, a ladder in his right hand and a flashlight on his head. Without saying anything, he put away the ladder, put the broom aside, held the ladder steady and climbed up. I hurried forward to hold it, only to see him remove the lampshade and light bulb and put on a new one ... just then, the light came on. By the soft light, I saw Zhang Dage's face soaked with sweat, and his big breath produced a lot of white fog in the winter night. A warmth and bitterness welled up in my heart, and I don't know what it was.
After he came down, he picked up a broom and swept the snow on the road, told me to go home and said, "I'll sweep the snow." It's too dangerous if someone passes by! " "This sentence shocked me and made me feel ashamed. I hurried home and picked up a broom to sweep the snow with him. The light shines on me, like a mirror, illuminating my heart. He is a mirror of mine. In my life, I am selfish, thinking only of myself, and I don't want to help others. Zhang Dage's selfless dedication, willingness to help others, and consideration for others have hit my shortcomings everywhere. He is also a mirror of society. With the development of science and technology, people pay attention to money, and there are not many people like him, which also requires us to reflect.
Observing others and comparing ourselves, when we know what we lack, is the horn that urges us to move forward. Only by looking at others as a mirror can we understand our own shortcomings. He asked me to help others and make me better in the future. There are many kinds of mirrors in life, which can reveal the shortcomings of us and society. When we see our own shortcomings, we will not be complacent, but work hard and take people as a mirror to reflect the most beautiful rainbow in life!
What is life? Grass tells us that life is green; The big tree tells us that life is the shade of that tree; Bud tells us that life is full of passion, don't stick to the hustle and bustle of the world ... They all make their own mirrors, free from the influence of others and external interference, but constantly improve and develop themselves by looking in the mirror.
Be your own mirror and seek inner purity. Mo Yan's latest work, Our Jing Ke, is being shown. The content of the new book "Waist Seal" is objective and not exaggerated, because Mo Yan is afraid of all kinds of "hitchhiking" and excessive praise after Nobel Prize in Literature. He once said: "Great novels don't need to roll around like pets to please the quasi-nobles, nor do they need to bark like dogs." It should be a whale, swimming alone and breathing loudly and heavily. "Great writers, like whales, should quietly brew their own works, shut out the noise and keep their hearts pure.
Be your own mirror and pursue good conduct. Rousseau, a French enlightenment scholar, once said: "Good deeds can relieve human suffering more than money." 20xx 10, the most beautiful "big sister in red" became popular on the Internet. The story of her buying autumn clothes for a topless beggar was called "the picture of warm winter" by netizens. In the face of naked beggars in the street, some people are afraid that their love will be cheated and choose indifference. What we have to do now is to abandon all prejudices and concerns-to get out of the insensitive bystanders. This is the positive energy that "The Most Beautiful Sister in Red" conveys to the society-pursuing good conduct and warming others.
Be your own mirror and be good at unlocking the bondage of your mind. Kant said: "Man can't be condemned as a slave, he can only think of himself as a slave." Yes, if we don't untie the shackles, we will become slaves ourselves. Newton's gravity is impeccable, but the spacecraft can break the bondage of gravity and soar in the sky; Wei Zhi dared to challenge the authority, broke free from the cage, spoke out and made a generation of remonstrators. Shi Tiesheng broke away from the wheelchair and let his mind fly freely ... In short, only by getting rid of those cages that suffocate us can we do our own mirror well and achieve unexpected results.
Shuttling between utilitarianism and pragmatism day and night, we always forget to give our soul a habitat, and the turbid dust and impetuous breath will blind our innocence day by day. Compared with others, compared with others, we gradually lost our way. Only by having one's own pure land, being one's own mirror, and persisting in the ultimate destination of one's life can one not be enslaved by metaphysics, thus surpassing oneself and finally achieving success.
Do your own mirror to seek the purity of the soul, pursue good conduct, untie the bondage of the soul and create a better life!
My friends, I am a mirror that just left the factory. The English name is mirror. In April this year, my brother and sister and I were sent to a jewelry store. The shopkeeper quickly put me in the window. There are many friends here that I have never met. They are all from different manufacturers, some are all kinds of jade, some are from Phnom Penh, and some are very strange.
I want to ask where they came from. Before I could say anything, some of them were changed into money by the new owner. I felt a little lost when I saw them leave.
Soon, a boy of fifteen or sixteen came to the shop. When I first met him, I thought he looked a bit like a hedgehog ― his hair stood on end. Therefore, I have a bad impression of him. But just after he browsed all the mirrors in the window, his eyes fell on me. Needless to say, he became my new master.
To tell the truth, I really didn't want him to be my master at first. Seeing him like that (all his classmates praised him as "cool"), I felt sad. He can't abuse me every day! But now it seems that I was wrong. Not only did he not abuse me, but he also loved me very much, and I almost became his inseparable friend. Every day I lie in the clean interlayer of his schoolbag. Every night before going to bed, he would take me out to see me, say good night to me with a smile (actually to himself in the mirror), and then put me on the pillow. When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I did was look at me and say "good morning" with a smile. I am flattered.
In his school, I was treated very well, and you will be moved to say it. Every day in class, he always comes to me at the risk of being criticized. Watch it six or seven times a day. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I also like Muka's brother and Miss Li Lishui, but their relationship doesn't seem to be very good. Every time I see them, I always fight with my master on the head. I really don't understand them. They all serve a master. Why would they do that? Later, I learned that they were not fighting, but cooperating with each other to make the master more natural and unrestrained.
Later, my master didn't like me very much. I heard from my parents, teachers and classmates that he was going to take the senior high school entrance examination, or he would be "eliminated" if he didn't work hard. As a result, I was left out by my master more and more. I haven't seen Comb Man and Miss Li Shui for a long time. Master put me in the desk and only looked at me once a day. Every day when he comes home from school, he always sits at his desk and is busy, sometimes studying late into the night. Although we are very close, he seldom comes to see me.
Sitting alone in the corner, I used to think: will my master dislike me? Really? No matter how the society develops, people always follow us! We will make them dress more appropriately and beautifully.
After much deliberation, I finally figured it out: Young Master has no time to come to see me now, and then come to see me when he is admitted to a key middle school. By the way, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the master's excited smile. First, I want to make him happy.
The flowers in early spring are gradually blooming to welcome the arrival of spring. Short life and small face. Taking itself as a mirror, it tells me that for the future, it never forgets to move forward with hope, and for the present, it never forgets to persevere in the face of bitterness and learn to wait for a new beginning.
There is still a latosolic red figure in my mind, and the teacher's stern but helpless, disappointed and regretful expression makes me uneasy. My efforts for several months seem to have been in vain, and the door of my favorite high school is getting farther and farther away from me. I wonder if my efforts are useless. When can I get the reward?
At present, I have no intention of studying, so I went downstairs for fun. However, when I turned east and west, my heart was still very depressed. Suddenly at the corner, I saw the new Spring Festival. I saw the complex branches hanging down, covered with buds and new leaves, and the sun shone obliquely, and several delicate yellow flowers had been spit out. They must not have the heart to welcome spring! Bright yellow dots dotted with vines are also very cute. Looking carefully, I leaned down and caught a glimpse of those buds, but I couldn't take my eyes off them: they leaned down and stretched themselves to meet the rising sun in the east, and those who couldn't see stretched themselves, holding their heads proudly, protesting that their charm was late and trying to absorb nutrients. The soft, hard and sharp-edged appearance of different petals is more like their rock-solid hearts. I was dumbfounded. The unopened winter jasmine looked like a mirror, reflecting their persistence and efforts. Without my anxiety, they have firm determination and patience to meet a new beginning. It shines silently for me, never gives up, and learns to wait until the moment of reward. Look at your watch. It's time to go home. Walking on the road step by step is no longer heavy but full of firmness, and the heart returns to calm, resulting in a trace of clarity.
A few weeks later, when I came to the Spring Festival again, it was already full of blooming flowers on the waterfall vine, a little bit, clusters, opening my petals, sucking the fresh breath of early spring in the air, full of vitality and hope. What blooms in spring is just like a child's innocent and happy smiling face, just like a mirror, showing how to cherish hope, enjoy the present and face the unknown future.
The original nervous heart slowly calmed down, and the gloom in my heart was slowly replaced by light. Yingchun once again pointed out the direction for me. It is a mirror in my life, which reflects the little light in my life, and makes me understand that in the face of depression and difficulties, I will make unremitting efforts and never give up, learn to wait for the moment when I break the cocoon and become a butterfly, and enjoy every minute with vitality; Meet the dawn of the future with hope and expectation?
Isn't life like this? Spring Festival, like a mirror, blooms quietly on the long road of life. After falling, it gets up again and moves on, never forgetting to watch the scenery on the road and care for the hope, patience and struggle that will never disappear in life.
The day when I met the old man was the hottest day of the year.
It was summer vacation, and several companions and I were hiding in the nearby park, ready to relax our nerves strained by study, but we gradually lost interest in the strong sunshine, crowded people and beautiful flowers along the way.
Passing by a small pavilion with a plaque, I couldn't help admiring the calligraphy on the plaque. Seeing that several fellow travelers seemed interested in what I said, I talked about the works of famous calligraphers, such as Cold Food Post, Lanting Preface, Sacrifice to Nephew, Abdominal Pain Post, Self-narration Post, Ma Gu Xian Tan Ji in regular script and Han He Yang Cao Lin Quan Bei in official script ... I was very cautious at first, but later I was criticized by my classmates. My heart is full of joy and self-satisfaction, and I unconsciously walked on a small road.
Almost in an instant, my voice came to an abrupt end.
It is a very small corner of the park, next to a corner of the lake, a shabby pavilion, an old tree, and a small clearing under the shade of the tree. An old man in a cloth stood alone in the clearing, with one hand behind his back and a huge brush in one hand, writing a large piece of black handwriting on the ground with water as ink.
It seems that in an instant, all the noise has stopped, only the subtle "rustling" of the wind blowing through the willow branches makes me speechless. Look at the old man again, his expression is cold and distant, he is unmoved by the things around him, and he just concentrates on writing. I walked slowly forward and saw the official script fonts neatly arranged in the open space, calm and dignified, and the heavy atmosphere of history came to my face. I struggled to identify the handwriting, but I was surprised to find that the old man actually wrote the Buddhist classic Heart Sutra.
The shock in my heart is like the sea, with huge waves. I noticed that he pointed to a valuable ring and heard the comments of two other old people in the small pavilion behind him. Only then did I realize that he was a famous calligrapher. How many people refuse to do anything for him, but why is he still here, writing those perishable handwriting with the cheapest brush?
On the other side of the river, the sun is shining, the flowers are overflowing and the voices are mighty; On the bank of this river, the trees are shaded, the grass is lush, and it is quiet and peaceful. There is no noise, no show off, no charm, only quiet appreciation, just like a mirror, which illuminates my heart and makes me see my shallowness and hypocrisy clearly. The moment of clarity makes the impetuous heart calm.
I seem to understand that boasting is because I am eager for vanity and indifferent to fame and fortune, and because I have experienced too many ups and downs in the world, I finally put down my glory and chose my own quiet and elegance.
Time has passed, I don't know how long it has passed. When I came to my senses, I looked at the old man who valued standing up straight, and turned and walked to another road.
The mirror made me see myself clearly. My classmates are my mirrors.
Adjusting the seat, in my opinion, is like a myth. She sat in front of me. From then on, every time I looked up and listened, Yu Guangzhong would straighten his back. Her serious attitude towards study and life makes me sigh.
An exam is not difficult. During the break, I dangled my 99-point test paper like stepping on a colorful auspicious cloud. All the students around us are beaming. Although she got a lot of high marks, she was the only one with full marks. At this time, she sat at her desk and looked at her test paper. After class, I took her test paper and studied it carefully. The handwriting is neat and beautiful, and the whole paper has not been altered at all. The various writing methods that the teacher talked about in class are written next to the topic. Recalling that I was talking and laughing with my deskmate during the whole class, I couldn't help feeling ashamed. She is my mirror, reflecting my complacency and letting me know that I am not enough; Let me understand that I should treat everything seriously and practically.
In physics class, we are about to greet the senior high school entrance examination with the laziest attitude. The back row is responsible for sleeping, and the front row, including me, is responsible for fugue. Looking at many books on the blackboard, the hand of copying notes is getting slower and slower. "Mechanical ... no ... province ... province ... work ..." Helpless struggle, the upper and lower eyelids are still a little close, and they are about to close. Confused, I caught a glimpse of her serious back. Isn't she sleepy? Why can you persist in your enthusiasm for learning in this boring classroom? She inspired me, refreshed me and listened attentively to the teacher's explanation. Slowly, I followed the teacher's thinking and found that the class was not so boring. She is my mirror, which makes me see clearly my laziness and impetuousness. Let me understand that everything needs to be experienced with heart in order to discover the beauty and fun contained in things themselves.
During the break, I don't know who opened a bag of potato chips, and the aroma overflowed the whole classroom. As soon as my stomach twitched, I jumped up from my seat involuntarily, followed the fragrance, and like many people, I reached into the potato chip bag. But she kept calm and accumulated all the wrong questions in the previous exam in the book. When I wiped the residue from my mouth and returned to my seat, the bell rang. See her wrong book, test sites, wrong reasons, wrong options ... each item is written in a different color. We are impetuous, and she stays out of it, quiet inside. Only with your heart can you get this far.
She is not the kind of student who is smart and ignores other students. According to the teacher, she has steel nails on her spine and can't do too strenuous exercise. But she never left physical education class once. Sometimes the teacher is a little worried and asks if she can stand it. She persisted with a straight face. In summer, when I look at the runway, my legs can't help getting soft. After a few steps, I stood up. Looking at her wandering back, have you ever thought that she is not tired? Now that I think about it, her attitude towards study and sports has always been very correct. When I was defeated by difficulties, I gave up and she accepted the challenge. Compared with us, she has paid more and gained more.
She is a mirror for me, and let me know that if I want to stand out from the crowd, I must pay more attention and do things in a down-to-earth manner. She exposed my shortcomings and told me with actions that life would treat me like life.
Everyone can look in the mirror, from which we can reflect our true selves. We should know our strengths and weaknesses and correct or develop them.
Unconsciously, spring has quietly left. Another annoying summer. In the scorching sun, I was on my way to a sketch class with a picture in my hand. The cicadas in the tree kept barking, which made my already agitated mood even more agitated. I tried to kick down the tree together, but unfortunately, I couldn't.
I pushed open the door of the studio, exchanged pleasantries with the teacher for a while, and then the teacher moved out of the statue that I had painted many times. I saw this old "friend" and began to complain: "Why this again?" I seem a little impatient. "Yes, that's it. Think about it. Da Vinci, a master, has a great talent for painting, but he also started painting from those eggs. If he wants to paint well in the future, he must lay a good foundation ... ""Well, I'll paint, I'll paint, alas. " I have no choice but to pick up the brush and start painting.
"Your heart is not quiet enough!" The teacher looked at my homework and said, I nodded and said, "Yes …" Then I looked back at the teacher. The teacher turned around and went into his little room. Soon, two bowls of tea were brought up. Put it on the table slowly and make two crisp noises. The teacher moved a chair and sat next to me. I picked up the brush with my hand and walked carefully on the paper. In a short time, the general outline has been drawn. Then the teacher took the bread crumbs and began to draw shadows. I was fascinated, not only because of the beauty of the painting drawn by the teacher, but also because of the smooth flow of the painting. Soon a painting was finished. I put down my brush and said slowly, "I used to be like you because of all kinds of things, but every time I make a pot of tea, sit down quietly and savor the fragrance of tea, I can relax in a short time." You need to calm down now and don't be impetuous because of other things. " The teacher said quietly, and I listened quietly. My eyes are fixed on the calm water, and my heart seems to calm down slowly. I looked at the reflection in the water, as if to say to me, "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, calm down and take your time, and you will always succeed." Picking up the bowl of tea, I looked at the tea, tasted it carefully, and smelled the tea, which seemed to be intoxicated. Unconsciously, the class is over.
Walking on the way home, facing the bright sunshine and listening to the sweet cry of cicadas, I walked home with a smile.
Everything can be a mirror, from which we can find our own shortcomings. We should actively find out these mirrors that can point out shortcomings and correct them to make our life more exciting and better!
Our life path is like a maze surrounded by mirrors. And those mirrors, some towering, some as light as sleeves, some continuous ... However, the constant is that each mirror can let us see ourselves clearly.
There is an inconspicuous bronze mirror beside me, but I am constantly trying to polish myself.
She, a chubby girl in our class, has poor physical education and poor physique. She often falls to the end of the grade when we do morning exercises and practice between classes. Under the gaze of everyone in the grade, she gritted her teeth and finally ran back to the designated position. I'm running, which is called "Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts", but on the eve of every exercise, I complain bitterly, and soon after I set off, I said I was tired. In the final sprint, I often slow down by pushing her. Every time I jog beside her, I feel ashamed to hear her shortness of breath, but I don't want to do my best for it.
Occasionally, I take a break from class at night, and when I come out of the classroom to get some air, I see a running figure on the dark playground. Isn't that her chubby back The moonlight is bright and the breeze is slow. When my companion and I were talking and laughing, who would have thought that she would run around in the moonlight for her future! I looked at her from a distance, her footsteps never stopped, thinking about herself, but always wandering in the same place. She was just a humble bronze mirror, but she deeply woke me up: it's time to run.
There are several bright crystal mirrors by my side, but I am constantly looking for ways to make myself more dazzling.
They are elites who strive for a place in their achievements and stand out among many students. I was fortunate to be at the forefront of my grade and participated in the new "elite class". The composition exchange in Chinese class really opened my eyes. After reading the big topic of "country" and appreciating the beautiful writing, I realized that "there are mountains outside the mountains, but there are people outside". The science teacher moved out of a difficult problem. While I was still slowly looking at the problem, an elite raised his hand. I frowned and thought about it, but I couldn't think of it. I looked up at the focused expressions of the elites. It seemed that neither the continuous frogs outside the window nor the rustling on the paper could affect them at all. Although many of those so-called "elites" have little contact with each other, they have long heard of them.
I glanced at the exercises on their desks. Isn't this what they always carry with them? It suddenly occurred to me that I passed the classroom several times during the big break and always saw the lights on in their classroom. They are studying alone. When they burn the midnight oil at home, who will know? They are crystal mirrors with bright eyes, which wake me up from beautiful dreams and let me know that I am not lazy at all.
When you are sitting under a tree and resting like a rabbit, or hesitating in the same place, look at the mirror beside you, look at your lazy and cowardly face, clench your fist and run!
The mirror composition 9 feels that for a period of time in the third grade, people in our class are very fascinated by looking in the mirror.
When you look in the mirror, you can't avoid heavy makeup, so the girls in our class are all dressed up beautifully. Several "dinosaur sisters" are no exception. Although the appearance is not so good, there are many nail polishes and lipsticks. Take a mirror and look around every day. I really don't understand what's good about a face like a ghost. One day, the head teacher visited the classroom and found several "strange women" looking in the mirror. He hurried to the security office at the school gate to see what was going on, only to find that it was those girls. He was startled, having fun and forgetting to take off his makeup, which embarrassed the class teacher.
So the class teacher flew into a rage and asked the girls to go to the office to "have tea" first, and then find their parents. Then the head teacher searched the schoolbags of every student in the class during the big break. It doesn't matter if you don't search, you will be shocked if you search! Not only did I find all kinds of makeup tools, but I also found a dozen smart phones, a bunch of cards of Three Kingdoms Kill and Poké mon, and of course several mirrors.
So the next two Chinese classes are not available, so review and rewrite them. So some "angry youths" in the class accused the girls one after another, saying that you can draw the ghost at will, look in the mirror there, and even "bring trouble" to us. Looking at this ironic scene, I was speechless for a moment. Then I suddenly remembered a woman named "I'm an orator". She is an out-and-out farmer. When she was a child, her family was poor and she dropped out of junior high school, but this still did not change her thirst for knowledge. She reads books after work every day. Later, she felt that she couldn't live like this all her life. So I used my mobile phone to write novels, essays and the hard life of farmers. Seven mobile phones have been broken in six years. I was forced to limit the number of words every day because of insufficient traffic. But she didn't give up and finally published her own novel. Now she is still writing a novel. She smiled and said, "I will continue this dream and let the world know the hardships and difficulties of farmers." I think although she is not very good-looking, even ugly, her smile is still beautiful, because under her appearance, there is a beautiful heart with dreams.
Then look at the girl looking in the mirror. I think the true beauty of a person is not the colorful rouge on the outside, but the inner beauty that makes people feel pure and beautiful from the inside out. If you look in the mirror just to look "beautiful", you might as well throw it away.