1 Fortunately and unfortunately, several people were walking on the campus path when suddenly a strong wind blew and the dust was flying. People who wear glasses have lenses to protect their eyes from attack; Those who don't wear glasses are doomed to failure. It is unfortunate to wear glasses. Nobody wants to wear glasses. But sometimes it can be used to prevent wind and sand and protect eyes, which is a lucky thing in this respect. Luck and misfortune are not absolute, as the saying goes, "A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise"? Just like-after countless falls, you have grown a lot; You have calmed down a lot after crossing countless hurdles; After countless pains, you have matured a lot; Cruel blows have sharpened your will; Ruthless destruction exercises your perseverance; The painful torture strengthened your faith! Therefore, you don't have to be timid, blame others, or give up on yourself, no matter whether you are cheated, sick or frustrated, because they may be the grindstone to make you mature and promote your success! 2 Less "ifs" and more "actually" I often hear my classmates say "ifs": "If I got up earlier, I wouldn't be late for training." "If you spend less time surfing the Internet all night, you won't make up the exam." "If you save some money at the end of the month, you won't be shy." "If" is an excuse, but you dare not face up to the problem, you are escaping from reality. At least it shows that you are still defending yourself, shirking responsibility and making excuses. You should learn to say "actually": "actually, I'm late because I'm lazy, because I'm sleepy", "actually, I'm addicted to surfing the Internet and delayed my studies" and "actually, I'm too extravagant and have no money in my pocket". "Actually" means that you are actively admitting your mistakes, looking for the problems, and then actively correcting them and gaining something. Less "if" and more "actually". If so, you are not far from success! Learn to change the bedroom door lock counterclockwise to open it. Accustomed to clockwise, I always twist it backwards, but I can't open the door for a long time, and even twist the key off with too much force. I used to leave after eating in the canteen, and the cleaning union helped me clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Now the canteen requires all diners to take the initiative to send dishes and chopsticks to the "washing place" after eating, and I often forget to send them and get training. Many times, we should learn to change, change our previous mode of thinking, get rid of the interference of the habits we have developed, adapt to the new environment as soon as possible, accept new changes and integrate into the new life. For example, when we were in high school, we were used to the passive learning mode of "turning a deaf ear to things outside the window and concentrating on reading sage books". When you enter the university, you should temper yourself and try to adapt to the brand-new thinking mode of "paying equal attention to study and socializing, and having the same ability as Qi Fei". For another example, you may have been excellent in all aspects before, but one day you will suffer an unexpected blow at some point. At that time, you should bear the blow, adjust your thinking, eliminate all interference, cheer up quickly and meet new challenges! Learn to change anytime and anywhere, so that you can adapt to life, enjoy life and benefit from life! The afterglow of the sunset reflects the golden clouds. Who can say it is not beautiful? I always feel that life is in a hurry and I have missed several dusk scenery. Fortunately, I stopped at the top of the mountain to enjoy the scenery at sunset. As the sky turned yellow, the sun gradually lost its light. At this moment, the sun, like a reserved girl, blushes and sets to the west, as if unwilling to make a hasty curtain call, and has countless tiredness for the world. When the sun took back its dazzling light, I looked up and watched quietly. In the distance, mountains are stacked and clouds are rolling. When the sun was still twenty feet high from the top of the mountain, it suddenly stopped. Red clouds set off half the sky, and two phoenix trees trembled in the cold wind. In an instant, a beautiful picture was outlined. Suddenly I feel lonely and a little sad. How time flies! How many nights can there be in a lifetime? Another day has passed. How much can't be separated, but we have to be separated at dusk. How can this situation be called "sadness"? After all, it was a short moment, and I missed the dusk forever. I went fishing at noon today, and my mother said I would go fishing in the pond. I was very happy. At ten o'clock sharp, my mother drove with my grandfather, my uncle and me. At the edge of the pond, grandpa first packed and stretched the fishing rod, and then hung the fish food on the hook. I saw grandpa throw the fishing rod hard, and the fishing line was thrown far away in the middle of the pool with a whoosh, so he waited quietly. At this time, my uncle also adjusted my fishing rod. Similarly, my fishing line was thrown into the pool far away. I happily hold the fishing rod and stare at the water. The sun was burning on me, so I moved slightly and hid under grandpa's big sun umbrella. My hands are sore. I was anxious to ask grandpa why there were no fish bites. Grandpa whispered to me, "fishing can't be in a hurry." You must be patient. Fish is your opponent. If you are more persistent than the fish, the fish will take the bait. " Suddenly, I saw grandpa lift it hard and the fishing rod bent. I shouted to my mother loudly, "Grandpa ate the hook, Grandpa ate the hook!" " ""What did Grandpa eat? It was the fish that ate the hook! "Mom smiled, ran over with a copy net and fished up the fish." Oh, it's a red carp! " "I cried enviously. Grandpa motioned for me to be quiet and pointed to the water. As soon as I saw it, the fish under the pole disappeared, and I was so nervous that all the fish were hooked. The fish was so strong that it pulled me forward that I lost my center of gravity and cried in utter amazement. My mother heard footsteps and ran to protect me. My little uncle rushed over and took the fishing rod. I look pale and can't breathe in my mother's arms for a long time. I almost got scared by being dragged into the pool. "Xiaoxiao (my nickname is Xiaoxiao), you are a big fish!" Little uncle teased me while walking the fish. "What my fish, I caught this fish!" I spoke in my mother's tone, and my nervous mood was much better. Grandpa also came to help, and everyone started catching fish together. Wow, what a big fish! I quickly asked grandpa what kind of fish it was. Grandpa said it was a big silver carp, weighing about three pounds. I really don't understand how a fish weighing three pounds can have such great strength in the water. One, two, three, there are more and more fish in the fish pocket, and our mood is getting higher and higher. As the sun sets, the pole is closed, and I am really happy and reluctant to look at everyone's red faces and a bag of lively fish. This is my first fishing experience, an interesting and thrilling experience. Through this fishing, I also understand that as long as you have perseverance, you can succeed in doing things. Summer night, dusk comes, and people enjoying the cool gradually return to the team. We are the only children who love to play and catch insects. Roadsides, parks, streets, fish ponds, we are everywhere. Of course, the fun of childhood is everywhere. It is also necessary for us to catch insects on the grass every day. What new insects will be there today! It's cricket. I first took a plastic bag from upstairs, and then stared at a cricket squatting at the foot of the building. It is dark, with a pair of long tentacles and staring at two round eyes. It looks smart. I crept past, my hands gourd-shaped, and I used my quick wits to aim. Cricket was covered with my palm, and I pinched it with my fingers to put it in the bottle. But it would rather die than surrender. Crickets are kicking around in the bottle, jumping and struggling desperately, as if to say, "Let me out! Let me out! I'm not staying here! " Finally it jumped out. I saw another oversized cricket. I bow my back, bend my back, shrink my neck, and slowly approach it. Suddenly, I jumped with a jerk and only heard a "plop". I fell to the ground, fell to the ground, causing pain in my five senses. At this time, cricket jumped in front of me and screamed a few times, as if to provoke me: "Hum, you are so old that you can't even catch my little cricket." What a complete idiot! " "I took a net, aimed at it and gave it a hard cover. There are many good things, and this time it is covered. " Yes, I got it! "I am dancing with joy. But it didn't last long. I accidentally kicked the net, moved it and let it escape again. I walked back in frustration. But I thought: I can't just give up. I must catch the cricket successfully, or I won't go home. I have made up my mind, and I believe I will succeed. Suddenly a black shadow flew past my eyes. I squatted down gently and stared at the surrounding grass. Suddenly, I found a little black cricket lying on the grass about one meter away from me. I rubbed my hands with excitement, aimed at the cricket and flew to it. Seeing that cricket was about to be caught by me, I didn't expect this clever little guy to jump forward suddenly and let me close my eyes. Coupled with the injury in front, I can only outsmart him now, but I can never attack hard. I think hard, I think! I immediately squatted down, picked up two small stones, and then quietly went around to the cricket. Then, I dug a small pit, then picked up a small stone, aimed it at its back and hit it hard. Cricket heard the noise, thought I was "attacking" it from behind, and jumped forward quickly. I hit another stone, and it jumped forward again and fell right into my trap. " Haha, I got it! I finally got you! "I can't help cheering.

I returned home in triumph with the bottle. On the way, I sang happily, like a general who won the battle ... 7 Everyone wants to have a beautiful life and always wants to be infinitely close to perfection. Is that life really perfect? A truly perfect life is hard to find. Perfection is a fantasy that people can't see or touch. Happiness is like this, life is like this. There are many disappointments in life, but it is with us every day. Life does not want to have only one feeling, whether lonely or full, it is as bittersweet as sweetened coffee. However, however, life is the same place. Life does not let us risk lifelong shock to get rid of small flaws in life, but let us feel real happiness from each other's inner chords. Venus with a broken arm is recognized as a beauty in the world, and the broken arm is a symbol of her beauty. Those who can break it must have a good life. Lin Daiyu's breaking lies in her unforgettable love. San Mao's breaking stems from his detachment at that moment after his vicissitudes; Van Gogh was broken because the sun made him suffer from constant pain in the light with a golden knife; Beethoven's breaking is a movement in which spiritual black and white keys hits life. Perfection is impossible to grasp. Only when it is near, a broken life is complete, and a broken life is beautiful. It is sad that people who have not experienced the wind and waves cannot see the grandeur of the sea. Don't drink sugar water without coffee, because it's just an empty dream; I don't drink sugar-free coffee because that's not life. The definition of perfection is false, just an unreachable goal, which is not the meaning of a good life. People try their best to draw a perfect ending for themselves, thinking that their life is so beautiful. If all this had happened, there wouldn't be so many exclamation points. Helen Keller drew an exclamation point for herself in the dark. Her broken life has brought light and strength to her and others. People don't know that they are picky about the shortcomings of life because of perfection and miss the beauty of life. Learn to break, learn to tolerate, learn to cherish, and you will hear your heart singing. The blank page of life is full of gorgeous colors. Even with broken wings, the heart can fly. Learn to be broken, even if you are bound by shackles, you should dance to your heart's content. Who can get rid of the clock? Who can break free from the bondage of fate? Who can get out of the cycle of reincarnation? Who can measure his journey? Really? No? Isn't it beautiful to walk along the footsteps that have been ticking? The oil lamp will break, so let it break; Flowers will wither, let it wither. Broken branches and leaves are a game, broken but beautiful, and the soul roams in eternal space. Let it break! I am broken but I am calm, so my heart is beautiful. My heart is beautiful, so my life is beautiful. I deeply felt the warmth of my family. Everyone wants to have it, because everyone has a beautiful family, a happy family, a happy family ... can you deeply feel the warmth of your family? I can deeply feel the warmth of my family. In my family, everyone is happy and cute. A beautiful family life brings me warmth. In my family, my father, mother, brother and I are all labor activists at home. Every Saturday and Sunday, if mom and dad don't go to work, four people in the family will clean up at home together. My father cleans the windows, my mother washes the clothes, my brother sweeps the floor and I mop the floor. In this way, my home has become extremely clean. This kind of family life gives me a feeling that the family is so warm. Can you feel it? A happy family life brings me warmth. In my family, there is the sound of chopsticks moving around every time I eat. This is not gluttony, but we give each other food clips to let him eat more good things. This is the happiness of my family and brings a warm family. This kind of family life gives me a feeling that the family is so warm. Can you still feel it? A happy family life has brought me infinite warmth. Sometimes after dinner at my house, my brother and I take out a box of flying chess for my parents to play with. We asked for a color respectively. We started to play, and each of us threw a plug. Sometimes my mother takes it off first, sometimes I take it off first, and my brother and father are very unhappy. In the process of playing, sometimes we kill each other. You eat mine, I eat yours. Sometimes my brother cries loudly. Later, I still didn't eat my brother's chess pieces, and we lost money. Have you ever tried this kind of family warmth? This kind of family life gives me a feeling that the family is so warm. Can you still feel it? Can you feel the warmth of such a beautiful, happy and happy family? This is what I deeply feel. The warm memories of my family are always in my mind, and I sometimes think of the warmth of my family all the time. They make this family a happy family forever! When sailing at night arrival, the heart after a busy day slowly settles down with the night, and the lonely heart may suddenly embrace some feelings, which may cause many problems. "Where am I from?" "Where am I going?" "How can I realize my dream?" . Yes, how to realize the ideal? Although it is only a simple sentence, you may fall on the road full of thorns because of it, and you may sigh that it is out of reach and the ideal is too far away. Do these problems need to be borne? Maybe we will stand at a lower starting point, but we can approach the ideal step by step with higher faith; Maybe we will be unhappy in the process of pursuing our ideals, but we can tell ourselves with faith that the next scenery will be better. Maybe we have exhausted our life's energy, but we can tell ourselves with confidence that the deep starry sky has been marked by my efforts, and we can't see the rainbow without experiencing the wind and rain; Without the cold winter, there will be no warm spring, no pain of broken wings, no heroic fighting in the sky; Without a starting point, there is no end point, without faith, there is no ideal, and the realization of ideal can not be separated from the support of faith. Only with perseverance as the paddle, ideals as the wind and faith as the boat, no matter what the starting point, can we break through the storm and finally reach the other side of our dreams. Different people will feel different destiny, different goals, different ideals and different beliefs when they walk on different roads. If you want to reach tomorrow, you must set sail now. Only faith can take you through all the journeys and find the ideal light.

10 On the third day, we were faced with a daunting sea of books and mountains, and nature was also angry for us: the wind protested loudly and the birds were chirping. We expect the stars to expect the class to end like the moon ... as soon as the bell rang, we jumped up. Suddenly, the lifeless classroom was full of vitality. "Wow, beauty!" Who let out a cry and burst into laughter. I suddenly looked up and was surprised: "Oh, my God, here comes the Weaver Girl!" " "The class is more active. Seeing that we were so excited, the beauty gave Mona Lisa a mysterious smile, and the whole class fell for it. Then, she greeted everyone with a charming smile. Oh, I really can't stand it! Seeing such a warm atmosphere, the beautiful woman walked around the classroom with broken steps. The students made way for her and threw colorful flowers at her; Some flowers actually hit her head and face. However, this beautiful woman not only didn't get angry, but also picked up all the flowers and smiled excitedly. A classmate said loudly, "This beautiful director of education really attaches great importance to our experimental class and intensive class. He has to inspect two or three times a day, which is more diligent than our class teacher! " It is a more warm applause and laughter. The students are still staring at this beautiful woman, afraid of failing to live up to this beautiful time and happy moment ... Speaking of which, you must be curious, who is this "beauty" who will come every day rain or shine, is it really what the student said "beauty education director"? Let me tell you, she is the lame fool who collects junk and paper! To tell the truth, her arrival is more daunting than Shushan and Tihai. She is not ugly, of course, she can't be called a beauty. She is just a woman with some mental and physical disabilities. She is a garbage collector, of course, far from neat, let alone eyebrows. But she is an independent person with her own sacred personal dignity! However, many students make fun of her, play practical jokes, and base their happiness on the suffering of others. How immoral it is. Is this what students in the 2 1 century should do? Yes, we only know to enjoy respect, but we don't know to respect others. Really wrong! 1 1 I'm in junior high school, and I'm no longer a child! You should start to be responsible for doing things, and you should start to write your homework with your heart! It's no longer a summer vacation! When I entered junior high school, my mother also said that I had grown up. When I fell from the first leaf in autumn and danced in the air, I stepped on the golden sunshine in autumn and stepped into the gate of junior high school. Everything seems so fresh and interesting in the new place. Everything has its uniqueness and mystery. Although it is no longer the curious baby, there is also a trace of "nature". New schools, new classes, new students and even new teachers want us to adapt slowly. I have been in junior high school for more than a month, and my personality has been understood by most students. We became friends and bosom friends. Homework doesn't seem as tense as I thought. I can finish it after seven o'clock every day, and I can do something for myself in addition to reviewing the rest of the time. Even, I have no homework as soon as I get home, so I can relax a little and watch TV for a while. You can also do courseware, look up information and listen to songs. Life is very comfortable. My specialty was not surprising in primary school, but in junior high school, my specialty was discovered by my teacher, who also hoped to promote me and cultivate me. Originally, I was nothing in my class, but because of my painting expertise, I was made into a propaganda Committee member, a representative of the fine arts department, and the leader of some research group. Because I am a propaganda Committee member, I am also called a librarian. I'm too busy. The art teacher asked me to paint often, gave it to him and he kept it. He is holding an exhibition for me. God knows! My greatest wish in life is to hold my own art exhibition! Junior high school life is colorful, like a colorful map. Describe my three years of junior high school life, but also full of vitality for three years of youth!

12 Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival in China, and it is also a good day for people to enjoy the moon. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the most exciting for our family. My uncle in Shenzhen came back with a big surprise: my little brother was born! My father took me and my mother to the hotel where we ate. After a while, my grandmother and my uncle came, and then my aunt came. Everybody's here. It's time to serve Looking at the delicious food on the table, I didn't drool. Whoa ... whoa ... Who's on the phone? Oh, it's little brother! The little brother watched eagerly, and the saliva flowed to his neck. Everyone looked at the lovely little brother and laughed. When we were having soup, my little brother stared at the spoon. My aunt quickly picked him up, and my little brother still stared at the soup and slowly crossed his eyes. This funny action made everyone laugh again, and the laughter continued at the dinner table. I thought: Great, this is the festive atmosphere. I'm kidding. Time flies. After the reunion dinner, we walked out of the hotel. I looked up at the sky. The moon was round and bright. We walked in the bright moonlight and slowly ended this beautiful day. 13 Only when you lose it can you know how to cherish it. Now, everything in primary school has left me and gone to the water under the bridge. At first, I felt very helpless. I often lamented the passage of time and regretted the lost primary school time. Gradually, I began to immerse myself in beautiful memories, recalling the good old days, carefully recalling the process and details of everything before, repeated setbacks, repeated successes, and trivial past between classmates and teachers. Things that I didn't pay attention to before, and I didn't concentrate, always come to my mind more than once now. Even if I want to avoid them, I can't avoid them. Looking back carefully, I once complained that time passed so slowly that I couldn't wait to graduate immediately. Now, I finally got my wish, but there is always a trace of trouble and helplessness coming to my mind from time to time. Suddenly I feel that the past days are really fleeting. In a blink of an eye, six years passed by me, only allowing me to recall those subtle and exquisite past. Writing here, I unconsciously remembered one thing: once, five-year-old Xi Murong had a whim one night and wanted to throw back a stone that she liked and cherished to see if she could get it back, but she couldn't find it, so that she often thought of this stone and recalled its beauty until she grew up. This may be a short story, but it tells us a truth: sometimes it is better to cherish it if you lose it. If it is assumed that Xi Murong discovered this stone at that time, it may not be preserved for a long time, or Xi Murong may gradually forget it, so she will not get such a beautiful memory of this stone. My present situation is very similar to that of Xi Murong. I lost something I cherish very much, and I always remember its beauty. Now, however, I am very different from her at the age of five, because I understand now that the six years of good primary school time have passed away from me, but it will be buried in my heart forever, so that I can remember it and cherish it more. Perhaps, all this is exactly what that sentence says: sometimes, it is better to cherish it if you lose it. 14 I don't know since when, in China, literary lovers have been equated by contemporary young people and the weak, lamenters and useless, poets are called "wet people", writers are even despised by people with double quotation marks, and young people are crazy about newer electronic products, more exciting games and more beautiful and handsome movie stars. I don't know if this is the sorrow of literature or the sorrow of this generation of young people. What is literature? Literature is the deepest wisdom; Is the sharpest sword; It is the most powerful cry, and literature is the source of life for the survival and development of a nation. The soul of the Chinese nation, known as the great nation, is a vast history of civilization for 5,000 years, and excellent literary works paved the way for China's splendid Millennium. If we say that in the feudal era, China's literature precipitated the profound wisdom of the ancients, and during the May 4th New Culture Movement, literature was sharpened into the sharpest sword by the passionate young people at that time, becoming the most powerful cry of aspiring young people, breaking the shackles of rule and shouting out the rebirth of the people of China. I like the literary works of the May 4th period very much, because it is full of energy, passion and fighting spirit forever. Needless to say, those articles criticizing current politics, anti-feudalism and anti-warlords, even immature love poems are so hearty and enjoyable. What a healthy and energetic life it is. That generation, how many outstanding young people, how many outstanding people, constantly injected fresh blood into the literature they loved, which made people feel excited. Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Yu Dafu, Xu Zhimo ... Their blood, their passion and their lives were burned and destroyed in their works, and then a new life was born. This is the charm of literature. Look at some of our contemporary literary works. What are they like? Decadence, depression, decadent voice, groaning in the rich life, what's more, self-centered, using extreme written means, revealing themselves and others, seeking spiritual stimulation. This is an ugly and distorted literature, like diseased cells in sub-health state, rotting and deforming. Such works are popular in large numbers, seeping into the blood of young people, and then poisoning their hearts like opium. Some so-called contemporary literary works are mostly empty literary forms, but they convey moldy and corrupt information. There are few fresh and powerful works, and there is dirty air everywhere. Literary lovers can only grab a few mouthfuls through a small window and bury them in the soil to breathe and create. It's spring now. Grass and flowers yearn for fresh air and warm rain every day. Like them, our teenagers in China are eager for free and fresh breathing and warm and passionate irrigation. Let's pay attention to China's literature, our nation, our country and our people. 15 I cried for several hours that time, and I am good at crying. Now I seldom cry, I feel I have grown up. As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard my mother crying: "Don't you know how to finish your homework every time?" Do you have a brain or not? "My mother's words are like a pack of sharp knives, which hurt my heart all the time. I have always been a good girl, and finally a volcano has erupted that I have been holding in my heart for a long time. I talked back to my mother: "I don't want you to turn it off!" "Save your energy!" My mother froze and turned cloudy. She coaxed me loudly: "I gave birth to you and raised you, and today you scold me in turn!" " "I humbly turned my head to one side, put my hands in my pockets and threw out a sentence:" I'm out! He slammed the door and left without looking back. I flew out of the community and my tears kept falling like broken beads. I used my sleeve to dry the tears on my face again and again, but the tears flowed out again and again. I ran to a place where I thought my mother couldn't see it and stopped. I gasped and sobbed. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer. I lay on the stone bench in the community and cried. Tears flow down my face from both sides of the canyon, and it seems that it will never stop. The wind blew from my ear, and only one or two people were walking on the main road. I suddenly felt as miserable as an unwanted child. It's getting dark, the sun is setting, and the sunset glow gradually fades away. It is very quiet around. How much I want to be warm at this time. How much I want a hug, which hug is my mother's! I worked on the bench for a while, trying to close my eyelids. My stomach began to growl, too But I have no money and I don't want to go back. The night is getting darker and darker, and many people have turned off the lights to sleep. I looked around and had to trudge home step by step. Suddenly, a series of shouts cheered me up. That voice seems to be mom! Yes! It's mom! Mom is coming this way. She put her hand over her mouth and shouted my name. Her brows knit together, looking to the left and to the right for a while, with an anxious expression on her face. "Mom!" I can't wait to run to my mother's arms. Whispering: "Mom, I won't talk back again, I will" """. Mother suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled at her mouth. I looked up at my mother and found that her smile was so sweet and beautiful. This morning, the clouds in the sky were thick and dark, floating so fast ... In the afternoon, I glanced out of the window inadvertently in physics class and saw a blue sky, which was beautiful. Pure blue is dotted among several ancient trees, and the blue is a little white. That sunshine and elegance are just right at the edge of the window frame. After class, I rushed to the playground, sat on the steps and stared at the sky with wide eyes, like a child watching the sea. This sky is like what I watched with Limo before, and I think of her lovely face. Looking at the sky is like looking at Limo, and a feeling of happiness comes to mind. The sky is still as blue as ever, but the blue here is clear and the blue in the sky is pure; The clouds are still fluffy as always, but the clouds here are like soft white cotton candy as Limo said, and the clouds in the sky are like an unfinished poem ... I am lying quietly on the steps, next to several big trees, dotted with dense branches. Above my head, soft sunlight shines through the cracks in the trees, and the ground is covered with spots. Looking up, the sun shines among the trees, and the light shining in bright green is beautiful. Fingers, trying to catch the overflowing sunshine, I yearn for them in my heart and feel the temperature of the sunshine with my heart ... but the light quickly escaped those hands, and she pouted and smiled coldly. That kind of thing really didn't belong to her. ...

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