I was reading the composition 1. I can't believe the facts in front of me. In front of me is the test paper of the first English mock exam. The dazzling red fork seems to be laughing at my incompetence and stupidity. The striking results were there alive, stimulating my nerves. The number-1 can be seen everywhere on the test paper. I can't believe that this small amount can have such ability at this moment. I put the English test paper and English book aside in annoyance and accidentally caught a glimpse of a story in a book spread out on my desk:
This is the story of a leukemia wandering singer I met on the street in Beijing. He said that he likes singing, but he is often rejected by the competition because he has no talent. Later, I devoted myself to Fudan University, majoring in e-commerce. A month ago, he was diagnosed with lung cancer, so he quit his job in Alibaba and wandered around singing with his guitar on his back. "Life never stops singing." I remember my father once asked me why I studied English. I smiled and said without thinking, "Because my English is very good." Father just sighed softly, and then smiled kindly: "This is indeed a good explanation, but you are still not sure about the real soul ..."
At this time, my father pushed open the door and came to see me in a daze. He understood everything when he saw the test paper spread out on the desk. He asked me, "Do you like English?" Yes, do I like English? When I first learned English, I was just curious about a new language, so I was very serious. Gradually, with the increase of difficulty, many people can't adapt. At this time, English brought me the honor of being the first in my class, but when all this is over, will I still like English? It occurred to me that it was it that made me silently grateful when I succeeded, and it was it that made me spend a lot of time studying it. When I was upset, it still lay quietly on the side, and the cover said "Go" and "Yes, I like it". I have no doubt about it. "This is an endless love." Father smiled with relief: "After reading it, you can catch the real soul ..."
Recalling the book "Wandering Singer", I understand that only endless love is the most fundamental essence and the real soul, so don't worry about the setting sun, because it will always rise the next day, and don't shrink back because of fear of facing the darkness before dawn. After dawn, the sunshine will dispel your fears and give you hope.
I was reading composition two at that time. Usually my father and I seldom talk, and I always feel that he doesn't care enough about me. Every time he asks for money, he is always reluctant to say, "I don't have it." Go to your mother. " But in the process of seeing my father off, I understood my father.
My father is going to work in another city because of the increasing expenses at home. Because our home is far from the station, we have to change trains several times on the way. If it is too late, we will miss the train. My mother must take care of my brother. After discussion, my parents asked me to take my father to the station by bike. Although reluctant, I agreed when I saw my mother's locked brow.
The cold in early spring is still a little difficult to stretch out. Out of the door, I tied my collar and got on the bus, and let my father sit in the back of the car with his bag. On the road, it's already past seven o'clock in the evening, and there are few pedestrians on the street, which is very quiet. Suddenly, I feel my clothes are getting tight. It turned out that my father was afraid that the bag in his arms would fall off and grabbed my back and tried to sit still. When the cold wind blew, I looked back and saw my father's hands clutching my clothes, curled up and leaning against me with a bag. Seeing this, I feel my nose is sour, my throat is choked and my heart is sad. This is a kind of trust, he is like a weather-beaten old sparrow, flying very tired, looking for a twig to rest as his home.
Now I feel that my father is old and has lost his original momentum. It's time to have a rest. He needs others' understanding and care. All I can do now is ride the bike steadily. The station arrived, and after saying goodbye to his father, he walked forward with his bag. His thin back stretched out on the ground in the light.
I couldn't help shouting, "Dad." "What?"
"It's cold, put on more clothes." What's wrong with me? The voice seems to be trembling and the eyes are a little moist.
"You should hurry home. You have a class tomorrow. Don't take your mother's decision to transfer you seriously. With your father, you will have the best private school for tuition. "
I nodded and shook my head, not knowing how to express my feelings. Dad left, and I just stood and watched dad disappear into the crowd. ...
Seeing my father off made me understand his love and hardships. It turns out that he has paid so much for my better education.
At that time, I understood composition 3: What is maternal love?
Motherly love is an umbrella, right? Otherwise, why does it stop the wind and rain in our hearts?
Motherly love is a sweet spring, right? Otherwise, why does it nourish our hearts?
Motherly love is a bright light, right? Why else would it light up our lives?
It's still a little cold in early spring, and the land is still wet after the rain. On that day, the parents of the primary school class family Committee organized a middle reaches of parent-child mountain, and we had dinner together.
When the food was served, I was slow to move my chopsticks. The classmate next to me asked me, "Why don't you eat?" "Oh, I just wore braces yesterday, so it's not convenient to eat." I'll explain slowly. "Oh, all right!" She didn't say much next. My mother sitting at the next table leaned over and touched my head. She whispered, "Tong Tong, you eat something. You didn't eat much this morning. Pick soft food. " "I see, don't worry!" The pain of just wearing braces makes me feel a little annoyed. Mother said nothing, silently turned and went back.
After a while, the food was almost ready. We are all female students at this table, but the chicken didn't move much. I looked down in a daze with chopsticks, and suddenly I heard someone ask, "Do you still eat this chicken?" I heard a noise and looked up. My mother again. My face burned at once, and I thought, "Mom, why can't they have another table of chicken after eating it?" What a shame! " "No,no." The students answered their mother. Hearing the answer, my mother smiled and said, "Thank you, Guan Tong. She just wore braces yesterday and can't eat. I scooped a spoonful of chicken and mixed it in the cake for her to eat. "
My face is redder. This time, I don't think my mother humiliated me, but for my own thoughts just now. Looking at the rice carefully served by my mother, listening to my mother's words, my eyes are red, and my regrets are more like a spring rain. ...
Du Fu sighed in "The Bell in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night": "Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Mom, I understood you that time. Your unremitting efforts, your silent guarding, your waiting for bloom ... It was a quiet spring rain that moistened my heart and warmed my life.
I was reading composition 4. Sometimes, knowing yourself is much longer than the cycle of the four seasons. To know yourself, you may only need to generate faith and courage at the moment of summer challenge.
Fortunately, I came to Suzhou amusement city, but unfortunately I stood under the roller coaster.
The long-awaited winding curve and the sharp cries of high-frequency tourists make the blue sky cut a road and tempt people to move forward.
I really don't know what it's like to hold the ticket in your hand. "I'm afraid of heights." I don't have this problem. It's just that there are thousands of vines from Qian Qian around my heart, extending all the way to my throat, which makes my already dry throat more like tightening. I couldn't speak for a few seconds before going up, and finally I only responded to my parents' encouraging smile with a stiff expression.
Of course, I won't wander around the same place like a child. I sat in my seat. I didn't realize that I had been "suspended" in the "abyss" when I heard the person in front shouting. I suddenly looked down, there was a bay of water below, and my feet hung off the ground like Wan Li. When I looked up again, the huge canopy was suffocating and my heart suddenly accelerated. I lost my voice, lost my voice, and closed my eyes.
I can feel the car moving slowly along the track. At the moment of relaxation, the car was kicked and suddenly fell vertically from an inflection point. The sound of cars is mixed with people's call signs. My chest is held by the air at the moment, like a million winds blowing in my face, tearing people's will apart layer by layer and pushing it into the "abyss" by the river. In this way, I don't know how long the car took a detour. After speeding through a dark tunnel, everything returned to normal.
I was already panicked, my mother pulled me, and I smiled with tears in my eyes.
Afterwards, I stood on the commanding heights and looked at the tourists who challenged me. I felt a sense of conquering myself, as if I had never been myself, as if I had been reading the cover of my book, and this roller coaster opened the book like a key. The subconscious courage interpreted the contents of the book, and I understood myself. I don't just pretend to smile in the sun, nor am I just timid in the face of challenges.
To know yourself, you only need faith and courage at the turning point of the roller coaster. There are turning points in life, and every time there is "reading". At that time, I understood myself, a braver self than when I appeared.
I was reading composition 5. Everyone has a garden in his heart. When we feel worried or confused, we will go in. Here, there are beautiful spring scenery, flowing clouds and flowing water. Here, there is a carefree bridge, a forgotten fountain and a bird of paradise.
I've walked alone in this street countless times. I don't know why I feel so heavy this time, as if I were walking in a huge magnetic field with iron shoes on my feet.
Probably influenced by that incident, I was accidentally pushed out of the English remedial class because of my excellent grades. Hearing this news, I suddenly feel that glory is far away from me, and my heart seems to have entered the Woods in late autumn. I am like the Iraqi who picks up fallen leaves, and I miss the lost green with a wry smile.
I walked feebly, and the road was extraordinarily long. Suddenly, a beam of sunshine stung my eyes strongly. What a beautiful scenery! The sun is struggling to escape from the shackles of the horizon, which is a role unwilling to admit defeat! In the shadow of the clouds, the sun's rays gradually disappeared, replaced by only a frightening shadow. Is the sun still unable to defeat the endless dark forces? However, I was wrong, and a ray of light appeared again. It achieved this persistence in despair. "God will reward those who help themselves." Finally, the sun rushed to every corner brilliantly, and the clouds gave in!
I suddenly realized that my situation is so similar to this scene, and all my troubles are just my ignorance of myself. A young man often complained that his talents could not be brought into full play, so the philosopher told him, "Can you pick up that sand on the ground?" "Of course not!" The young man said dismissively. "If there is a pearl in the ground, will you still worry about not finding it?" Young people understand: strive to be a pearl, this is yourself, the real yourself. With the resentment that "the sea is vast and there is no way to go", I still face life with the confidence that "one day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea". Can I get some inspiration from it?
I really appreciate that I walked into my heart to inquire and read the answers in my heart.
I am the same, with the changing sun, moon and stars on my head, walking at my feet in a hurry, bravely chasing on my own road with my special feelings. ...
I was reading composition 6. Some people say that teacher love is like an umbrella, sheltering from the wind and rain and taking good care of it. Some people say that teacher's love is like chrysanthemum, light and long, with far-reaching charm; Some people say that teacher's love is like water, tender and touching, caring ... But I want to say that teacher's love is like a continuous spring rain, which silently moistens my young mind all the time and accompanies my healthy and happy growth! Because that time, I read the teacher's love.
It happened in physical education class on the afternoon of Teachers' Day last year. The students are very happy to finally have a physical education class! At first we practiced aerobics, and then the teacher let us move freely. The students are playing all kinds of games happily: some jump rope; Some kick shuttlecock; Some hide and seek; There is also the game of playing yo-yo ... and I am playing the game of crossing the line of fire with my classmates. We had a good time. Suddenly, I couldn't help lifting my feet. Ah, I accidentally kicked Huang Siyuan's classmate's back. His hand was skinned and bleeding. I'm scared! I thought: I made a big mistake, and now I'm finished. The teacher will definitely criticize me severely, Huang Siyuan's parents will definitely come to settle accounts with me, and my parents will blame me if they know. Regret, sadness and fear occupied my mind. The students helped Huang Siyuan to the office, and the teacher was in charge of it. I consciously came to the teacher.
Teacher Cui asked me about the situation at that time, and I was too nervous to say a word. I am timid, inarticulate, and confused at this time, I have no courage and strength to explain myself, even though I didn't mean to kick him. But I feel guilty. I have been blaming myself for my carelessness in my heart. I just kept saying "I'm sorry" to Huang Siyuan. Teacher Cui seems to have read my mind and asked, "Zeng Lite, did you accidentally kick a classmate?" I nodded hard. At this time, Mr. Xia immediately took out a band-aid from his backpack and stuck it on his body, which immediately stopped the bleeding. Teacher Cui comforted Huang Siyuan and said, "It's no big deal. It will be all right in a couple of days. Go back and tell grandma that my classmate didn't mean to kick you. " Teacher Xia said to me again, "Ceng Zi, be careful when you play in the future." I nodded again.
At this time, my hanging heart finally fell down. I was really touched at that moment, because I got the understanding and tolerance of the teacher. I have endless gratitude to my teacher in my heart. At that moment, I realized that in fact, this kind of understanding and tolerance is not the teacher's love for students?
I knew composition 7 at that time. What is friendship?
You may be surprised that I don't know what friendship is. However, since that incident, I really understand.
Since junior high school, we have been going out early and returning late. Every day before dawn, you will see some children riding fast under the dim street lamp, facing the drowsiness and cold wind, that is, we poor junior high school students.
It's dark, I can't see the road outside, but the wind that makes my bones cold has betrayed today's weather. I hastily turned on the tap to wash my face, and heard my mother's instructions in the gap of running water: "Remember to bring an umbrella when the weather is bad!" " "
"Is it not a light rain? What's the big deal? Come back in the rain. " I don't care. Sure enough, I went out in such a hurry that I forgot all about my mother's advice and really forgot to bring my umbrella.
During the big holiday, my good friends and I went to the campus to play. Looking at the sky, the sun seems to be trying to get rid of the dark clouds around him. "The sun is coming out soon, so it shouldn't rain any more." I said to my friend. "Well, I don't think so." She looked at the sky and hesitated to respond to me.
I was glad that I didn't bring my umbrella when I came out in the morning, but I completely regretted it after school at noon. After all, the sun did not get rid of the dark clouds, but hid behind them and began to cry. Its tears just fell on us.
"Ah, it's raining, or it's raining heavily. Oh, no, I don't have an umbrella! " The more I think about it, the more I regret it. If I had a better memory, I would have taken an umbrella. I looked around and found that the students were all holding umbrellas and then disappeared into the crowd. "That's all, it just rained for a while. Who made this day so unreasonable? " My heart is bent, and I am ready to get wet.
"Here it is," I heard my good friend's voice and looked at her in surprise. But first I was attracted by the umbrella in her hand. "You gave it to me? What about yourself? " I asked her. When she handed me an umbrella, she took out another umbrella and explained to me, "Well, I have another one." She probably saw my doubt and answered first: "I guess you often don't care about the weather, so you brought an extra one by the way, just because you didn't!" " Here! "In an instant, my heart was surrounded by a bunch of grateful words, but I was moved for a long time, but I couldn't speak.
I hold the umbrella carefully, because it is not only an umbrella, but also a friendship, a warm friendship. ...
It turns out that friendship is an umbrella handed over in the rain!
At that time, when I read composition 8, I could accurately feel his gaze even through a pair of glasses. At that moment, I felt my father's love.
It was gray outside the window that day, and there was no sunshine. I sit at my desk and look at my tablet. Suddenly my back was cold and my scalp was numb. Suddenly I turned around and saw him. This deja vu look, like a mountain, weighs me down. Suddenly, I thought of "Club No.5", and I couldn't help but get a tingle. I was about to speak when my eyes ordered: put down the tablet and study! I stared at him with a look of "I would rather die than surrender" and was dissatisfied with his "monopoly". His eyes shook slightly, as if to release malicious words: you try! I clenched my fist and came to the study. I opened the book and obviously felt the irony in my eyes. "You can't go to college like this." There are some tears in my eyes, mixed with anger and dissatisfaction. I stared desperately and vowed to be admitted to a famous university. His eyes are still cold, with a hint of majesty and ridicule, and there are other things, but I am shrouded in anger, but I can't see clearly.
I always feel that my eyes are attached to me. When my hand reached out to the tablet computer, my eyes hit my hand like a sword; When my eyes look at novels, they force my eyes back to my notebook like ice; When I want to insert a few words of gossip, my eyes will sew my mouth like a silver needle.
The weather is unpredictable. I am holding an 80-point test paper, thinking about the forgiven lines, but I know that even if I say the lines well in advance, my eyes will penetrate everything. I was full of wine and food, and I spoke. But the feeling of staring is wrong. I looked up, full of warm sunshine. I shivered and stole a look at him. He ignored me and talked about his past. My eyes lit up and I listened to his story: when I was a child, I went to full-time kindergarten, I was homesick and hid behind a telephone pole, crying in the wind at midnight; Being laughed at in patched clothes; If you don't have enough to eat, add meals at night; I studied in high school for two years ... I boldly looked into his eyes, and there was no seriousness in his eyes, only bitterness and love.
At that moment, I understood him. What he did was not that he didn't love me, but that he was afraid that I would be hurt again like him on the road of life.
I was reading composition 9. At that time, I was as warm and moved as the lily of Yamanoue, and my heart was in chaos. -inscription
I always thought I was a cold person. In this lonely world, I exist alone. I can wrap myself up. I don't need to be warm or moved. I am myself.
But, until one day, I found that I was wrong.
Sitting alone on the bus, watching the rain dripping down the window, I suddenly felt inexplicable sadness, which made me feel at a loss. Don't people often say that indifferent people are not sentimental about loneliness?
"Do you want to wake her up?"
"She's fast asleep!"
"If you don't wake up, you will catch a cold after getting off the bus."
This short conversation comes from a pair of parents in the back seat. My heart is more restless, and I always feel that this conversation has been left in my memory, and this warm memory has been deeply buried.
After getting off, I followed my parents. Mother held an umbrella and carefully sheltered her father from the rain. The father wrapped his little daughter in a coat, held her in his arms, carefully protected her, and stepped on the mud. This scene is too familiar. When I was a child, my parents carefully guarded my dream.
There are too many things in my hand, and I don't have an umbrella. Actually, I don't need it I don't know why, the rain in the corner of my eye becomes warm. My heart is in a mess, so I am disturbed by this sudden warmth and touch. Am I still me? I don't know, I just want to go home quickly.
The next day, I was half asleep and heard my parents talking outside:
"Do you want to wake her up?"
"I seemed to sleep late last night!"
"Ten minutes later."
There's this conversation again. Suddenly I feel that I have been on the verge of sleeping and waking up for countless mornings, waiting for such ten minutes. In this kind of waiting, I enjoy my parents' unbearable. The sun shone on the bed through the shutters, climbed to the pillow and whispered to me. I am immersed in this subtle warmth and emotion again, but I am no longer flustered.
I know myself, I know that I am actually just a person pretending to be indifferent, and I know that I am eager for warmth in a lonely world, so I pretend very well because I am afraid of not being warm. Because I ignored the subtle touch, I thought it was just a lonely existence. In my heart, I am so soft and eager for warmth.
I read the composition 10 that time. When I first arrived in Norillang, I fell in love with its majestic momentum.
Under the huge water curtain in the sky, the shouts of excitement that broke out from time to time in the crowd were quickly swallowed up by the sound of water. I chose a piece of land far away from the crowd alone, leaving only me and my wild Jiro in the world.
Try to raise your head, the sun is shining, the sun is facing the water curtain, and the sparkling light spots are jumping. That is the note that Chopin jumped out of his hand and interpreted the magnificent movement of nature. It is almost prosperous, like a pot of broken gold dumped in the heavenly palace, accompanied by the beautiful welfare given to the creatures conceived in this land. The water suddenly fell from the cliff and suddenly hit the rocks around me, making a loud noise. The tour guide said that Nuorilang Waterfall was once the shooting place of Journey to the West. Four Tang Priests dressed in white horses, and the waterfall at their feet is Nuorilang. I always couldn't come before, and I was longing for it. Now I'm there, but I feel like a dream. Haizi "faces the sea, and bloom is warm in spring", but I am "in a waterfall, and my mood is difficult to talk about". The roar continued to hit the eardrum and water splashed on the clothes.
My neck is a little sore. In front of this wonder of nature, I have no choice but to keep my head down. The crowd dispersed in the distance and hurried to the next scenic spot. Nuorilang remains the same, and I can't find out how long it has been running, centuries, or hundreds of millions of lives. A sudden surge of sadness from the bottom of my heart. Standing under such a miracle, all I can do is look up and respect. The idea that I once thought it was a miracle now seems so ridiculous and insignificant. Like a grain of dust, at this moment, as long as I take a few steps forward, it can easily turn me into the past. Are you blinded by the arrogance that human beings think they can conquer nature? We are only the subjects of nature.
Lin Yutang wrote a subtitle: At the beginning of life, everything is done. Now if you think about it again, it seems that you have a new understanding. The so-called "inaction" may be more about our loss of humility. When self-confidence becomes conceited and full of ideals becomes unrealistic, "inaction" may be more than just the beginning of life.
I think I have read myself, and I am the real me. I found it from Norilang a few years ago, a humble reality and a small life. I will abandon my hubris and arrogance and take the road of the future step by step.
At that time, I understood the composition 1 1 Friendship needs to be sown with sincerity, cared for with understanding and cultivated with love. It is because of a sincere and kind heart that we can understand what true friendship is.
When I was a sophomore, a transfer student came to our class. Her name is Xiaolan. I think she is very unpleasant, because she is always far ahead in the class and the teacher often praises her in the class. Every time the students in our class try their best to teach her a lesson, but they fail every time.
I remember once, the teacher asked her to sit at the same table with me, and I thought, "Haha, I can finally teach you a lesson this time." In an art class, the art teacher asked us to bring a Buddhist monk's knife. During the break, I took Xiaolan's Buddhist monk's knife to the sand pool in the playground and put some sand on the box surface of Buddhist monk's knife, which made it difficult for her to take it out.
"Class, Banding! The art teacher asked us to start making handicrafts. Look, Xiaolan, she can't pull it out. I thought to myself, "Ha ha! Deserve it. " So, she tried her best and accidentally cracked my sleeve. So, I swore and quickly scolded: "Why did you make my clothes like this? I bought this dress with a year's pocket money. What should I wear tomorrow? " She nodded and said "I'm sorry".
The next morning, she brought beautiful Kobanawa needle and thread, and sat in the seat waiting for my arrival. I went back to my seat, because I was still angry, so I made a contemptuous expression and sat down in my seat. She begged me to give her the clothes, and I said to her, "If I give them, I will pay for them." I sat in my seat and suddenly felt a little regret. If I had known, I wouldn't have done it. I am really harmful to the sea! So she sewed me a little flower. I looked at it and said in surprise, "How beautiful!" This little flower is exquisitely handmade and well sewn.
Later, I felt a little guilty, whether I was too impulsive and whether the means were too despicable.
On the third day of school, Xiaolan and I left school together. Xiaolan asked curiously, "Why did you take the initiative to accompany me after school?" I looked down and my face was as red as an apple. Xiaolan said with inferiority: "Although you forgive me, you hate me in your heart." I said, "Sorry." She said, "It doesn't matter, but I shouldn't have made a crack in your precious skirt."
Every time I put on this dress, I have a lot of "sorry". Because of this dress, I understand that friendship has a sincere and kind heart.