I wrote a philosophical novel 1 with her. I was deeply inspired and read Mom, Dad, Me and Her. Schubiger 1936 was born in Switzerland. He studied Germanic language and literature, psychology and philosophy in college. He later engaged in various occupations, working as a packer, lumberjack, gardener, editor and publisher in southern France and Corsica. He lives in Zurich now. He is a psychotherapist and writes books. Schubiger's masterpiece: Where is the Sea, Mom and Dad, Me and Her, when the world was still young.
This is a story about an ordinary foreign family. The author recorded the family life of a little girl and me in the form of notes: a little girl who likes to ask questions, a silent mother, a father who likes to answer questions, a sister who can only be called "her", and all the conversations between adults and children interspersed in this family-grandparents, neighbors and so on. These are different from the communication between parents and children in China, and they exude the warmth of family life.
There are many interesting questions in the book: some are about gravity; Some are about shadows; And about collocation. The book writes the author's own thoughts and feelings on these issues.
After reading this book, I have thought about the problems in it. The book says, "What's the difference between me and others?" I'm confused. Why are we different from others? Don't we have two hands, two legs and two ears? In fact, what it says is different, not from the outside, but from the inside, that is to say, our hearts and thoughts are different from others. The book also mentioned that life is like acting. Yes, I think everyone is playing a play of their own, and this play is only known to themselves, because they are the protagonists. The play went on ... until they died. This is also a person's thinking about life. The author also puts forward a series of puzzles about cosmic life, impermanence of life, morality and self-cognition. This book is simple and interesting to read. I want to thank this book, which tells us a lot of philosophy. And these philosophies will benefit me for life.
She is two years older than me and two grades older than me. I met her in the off-duty semester of senior one. When I first met her, I thought she was a good sister, so I made friends with her.
She is humorous, lively and cheerful. With her personality, I have changed a little. She likes to laugh. She once told me: Life is too short, so laugh. While I still have teeth, she added: Smile, all the sadness is blowing in the wind. I think she is right. From now on, when I meet anything sad or happy, I will smile.
Now she is studying hard, and they will take the senior high school entrance examination soon. As time goes on, they will leave this middle school at once. They have Qian Qian in their hearts. After all, it is the middle school where they lived for three years. We will have that day, too At that time, we will definitely cry. Alas, it's hard to remember.
I have an agreement with her. Although we haven't been friends for a long time, in this short time, we have deepened our friendship and become good friends. She said that she would be admitted to her ideal high school, and she also made me work harder to be admitted to the same high school with her, so that we can take care of each other in the future. She said that I can work harder now, and it's no use making up for it when she grows up.
None of us thought that our parents would know each other. That's when we do our homework together. Her mother asked me my name, and I told her mother. Her mother also asked me where my hometown was, and I answered truthfully. Her mother said you were someone's child, and I said yes. She said that I know your mother, and we are fellow villagers. I said mm-hmm. Her mother said that you would study together in the future.
In order to fulfill my promise, I am studying hard. I thank my sister for giving me confidence and making me confident.
My agreement with her!
I wrote a composition with her. 3. When the meteor cuts through the sky, it is a perfect arc, but when it lands, it makes people feel a little sad. When the red sun Ran Ran rises, it is full of vigor and vitality, but it looks a little old when the sunset shines; When the sky is clear, it is sunny, and when it is cloudy, it is gloomy. Maybe everything is not perfect, but it is already beautiful in our hearts.
She and I are enviable good friends. We are bosom friends and have the same view in all aspects. We are little friends walking hand in hand on the playground.
The two of us often meet to swing on the Little Square, often plan whether you buy here or I buy there in a small shop, often expose each other's scandals with a smile in the square, often brag about which country we will be president in the future in the moonlight, often let each other cheer for themselves on the running field, and often fantasize that we are the second generation Bill in the world. Gates, this is us.
However, there is still a banquet that is not over. One summer vacation in the fourth grade, she said to me in dismay, "She is going to Yanji to go to school and transfer to another school, which naturally makes me sad. I didn't know what to say. I don't know whether to leave her there or say something to let her study hard. She doesn't seem to know what to say. At that time, there were few stars and it seemed to be silent. So were we! Then I suddenly wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to say it. It was very quiet that night, as if the whole world was silent. Later, she gave a wry smile and eased the silence at that time. She wanted to say something, but she was also embarrassed. We took a step forward and hugged each other tightly, as if this hug could represent everything and prove everything-my deep friendship with her.
I heard sobbing in the blur, and I was still in it, only to find that tears had already filled our cheeks, and the whole night must have been the same. We didn't boast or laugh, but spent it in sadness.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." Presumably, nothing is perfect, but it needs to be perfect if it stays in our hearts.
I wrote a composition with her. He was my childhood playmate and spent my childhood with me. Since the first grade, we have been inseparable friends and have been praised as childhood friends by adults.
Her name is Wan Xiang. As the name implies, she has the beauty and cuteness of a traditional China girl. Wan Xiang is of medium height, with long hair and fragrant fragrance. Her eyes are not very big, but she is charming.
Since childhood, I like to sit by the window in a daze and watch sparrows flying in the air. Once, in late autumn. I looked up at the sky and watched flocks of birds fly by, thinking. I don't know when Wan Xiang came up to me, sat beside me and said, "Wan Li, what are you doing?" I woke up then. "Xiaoxiang, when did you come?" "Oh, you just saw me now. I want to bring you an apple to eat. I'm leaving! " Wan Xiang said angrily. I quickly said, "Well, it's my fault. Don't be angry. Angry girls are not beautiful. " Wan Xiang looked at me and said, "I'm not angry with you. The apples are all peeled. Let's eat them. " "hmm." I replied.
"Wan Xiang, why do you think flocks of geese are in pairs?" I asked. "Because they are husband and wife." Wan Xiang replied. "Who will my future wife be?" I asked with a smile. Wan Xiang bowed his head and thought for a moment, then replied, "Well, that may be a very lovely girl."
"Could that be you?" I asked with a smile. Wan Xiang blushed at once. "No, no, how can I be with you?" "Why not? My little finger is not only cute, but also beautiful. Who can compare with you? "
"Oh." Wan Xiang replied softly, "Actually, I said goodbye to you today."
I panicked and stared at Wan Xiang's eyes and asked her, "Why?" "My family is moving away, and my mother said she would go to Dalian and can't be your bride." Wan Xiang left in tears. I was left alone in a daze at the window.
"gone?" I was in tears. From then on, I was cheerful and generous, and I didn't say a word. I don't want to talk to anyone, communicate, or even get tired of the people around me.
I hope my youth will be healthy together. )
She and I are five people living in this world, and everything seems normal. Adults go to work by car every day and go home by car after work; As for us children, we go to school with heavy schoolbags every day, and then go home to do our homework after school, leading a dull life every day. But after reading a book, I understand a truth: as long as you experience life with your heart, you will find that the world is changing every day, and every day's life has its own unique and novel place. This book is-dad, mom, me and her.
"Mom, Dad, Me, She" tells a warm family. Family members include a considerate father, a quiet mother, a little boy who likes to ask questions and a sister whom I call "her". There is an episode in the book that fascinates me: one evening, my mother stood at the window watching the sunset again, and I was together. The afterglow of the sunset fell on my mother's face, making her look particularly beautiful. My mother suddenly turned to me and said, "Son, the sunset is really beautiful. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find that the beautiful sunset will change a lot every day! " "
Understand with your heart how profound and meaningful this sentence is. Indeed, we should learn to experience every little thing in life with our heart and discover every tiny change, so as to understand the mystery of life and discover the joy of life.
Everyone knows A Bing, right? He is a folk musician. When he was a child, Master took him to Er Quan in Huishan to listen to the sound of spring water. He never heard any other sound except the sound of spring water. Master sighed and said that he was still young and could not hear until he grew up. More than ten years later, A Bing came to Er Quan for the second time. He sat down beside Er Quan, listening to the sound of the spring and quietly recalling the past. At this time, A Bing heard some more beautiful voices. While listening, A Bing picked up the erhu and played a song, which was sorted out by later generations and named "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon". A Bing's story tells us a truth: Famous songs are created by heart.
Experience life with your heart, experience life with your heart, and experience the world with your heart, then your life will become more exciting.
I am in a particularly bad mood today. In the afternoon, I happened to meet a girl who was playing better in the class. We took the elective course of speech and eloquence together.
Along the way, I told her a lot, some happy and some unhappy. She also said a particularly happy thing, that is, she received a summer worker's salary of 3,800 yuan today. Although the money is not much, it is all hard-earned money. I think this is also good. Maybe my mood is different from hers. At that time, I also smiled and said, "Nothing." I haven't said anything since.
Later, we found the classroom, chatted for a while, and waited for the teacher to come to class. She shared a lot of vibrato videos with me, which was really warm. Maybe I'm really not in the mood to look at them carefully. I just smiled politely. If it was before, I would laugh and comment on where Tik Tok was beautiful and where it might be better. However, the life of two summer jobs and that helpless late night really changed me a lot.
It seems that the world doesn't need much warm-hearted help, and some just look at the mood, help if you want, don't want to help or reluctantly help. Everyone is more and more in line with money, and the emotional communication between people seems to be more and more scarce. Before, I looked forward to love and tried to run a friendship. Now, I don't expect much from others. Some people have been here, but they can't stay together for life. It's good to stay with each other. It turns out that it applies not only to love, but also to friendship.
Maybe I haven't got over the incident half a month ago. I talked a lot with that friend this afternoon, but later I said a lot of inappropriate things, such as not believing in friendship. I think I may have put my foot in my mouth for a moment. When you are in a bad mood, it is really better to talk less.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Now I'm more and more afraid to get close to the crowd, because I can never guess people's hearts.
I and her composition 7 Nothing in the world is more beautiful and pleasant than my friendship with her; Without friendship and the sun, the world seems empty. She and I have been good friends since childhood, and we are inseparable every day. Anyone who has food and fun always shares it together and is never selfish.
She is a super lively, super cute, super cheerful girl, always smiling at problems, a sunny girl. She always comes to help me when I need help. We play, eat and watch the sunset together. Over time, many adults say that we are like twins. Because of this sentence, we both cherish this friendship more. One day, when she and I were going to school, she suddenly shouted, "I forgot to bring my red scarf!" " ""hello. What am I thinking? Just a red scarf. I'll buy you one! " Say that finish, then took her hand and walked to the store. After school, I was walking home with her. She said to me, "Beth, your bag is not zipped properly. Let me help you." After that, I quietly took the red scarf out of my pocket and put it in my schoolbag.
When we got home, we decided to go to my home to do our homework. When I put down my schoolbag and unzipped it, my heart warmed up immediately. The red scarf is neatly put in my schoolbag! Seeing this red scarf, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. I picked her up and ran out, saying, "Dear Ying, we will always be good friends!" " At that moment, her mouth raised a smile, and the sunset at this moment was particularly beautiful. ......
I wrote composition 8 with her, so we spent one day after another full of laughter. I thought we needed a long time to change. However, I didn't expect it to be so soon! ? Time is not long, time is not short. One summer vacation, everything changed in a flash. Just when the clear sky was suddenly overcast, the waterfall rain hit me and stung me. Everything came so fast, so fast that I couldn't dodge. As sensitive as I am. When I met her, I knew she was not the person I knew. I feel the distance between us is getting farther and farther. Even though she's standing in front of me right now.
Before, she always said that she likes rainy days very much, because she can get a quiet in rainy days.
In the past, she liked writing very much and was often praised by her teachers. What about her now? She said she didn't like writing, painting or `````.
Because of her change, we spend little time together. Although she is in the same class, she doesn't know where to go. Soon after, she often skipped classes and dyed her hair. Sometimes she doesn't know where to go all night.
I asked her, but she said nothing. But I know she went to the bar. I'm worried about her and often advise her. I advised her 10 times or more. But she gave me a few perfunctory words at first, and then she got impatient. Let's soak as usual, the more you soak, the worse you feel. A soaking lasts for several days. The girl who was once praised by the teacher is now regarded as a bad boy by the teacher.
I wrote a composition with her the other day, and I learned a very beautiful text-the little match girl. I really have a heartfelt sigh for this passage.
This fairy tale mainly tells the tragic story of a little girl selling matches on New Year's Eve. Because it was dark and cold, she froze to death in the street, exposing the darkness of capitalist society and expressing the author's deep sympathy for the poor.
I remember the little girl in the fairy tale going out to sell matches on New Year's Eve. If I were you, I would have asked my relatives for a red envelope! When the little girl came out, she wore her mother's big slippers. One ran away by accident, and the other was taken away by a rich boy. Every time I see this, I am particularly angry and want to scold that boy. Hi! The most tragic thing is not only here, but also five matches struck by the little girl. People have the best fantasies when they are coldest, hungriest, most miserable and least loved. The little girl's childhood was very painful. I guess these wonderful fantasies are probably the best things in his childhood!
Compared with the little girl's childhood, I really feel so happy. You can carry a beautiful schoolbag, wear beautiful clothes and shoes that suit you, go to a happy school to learn knowledge and play with friends carefree. There are also many clothes, scooters, badminton, roller skates, table tennis, basketball and bicycles at home. The little girl had to go out to sell matches on New Year's Eve. At that age, I couldn't even live independently, let alone earn money. Well, I sometimes complain about this and that. I really don't know how to be blessed when I am born!
If I can, I really hope she can be my sister and be as happy as me!
I made a composition with her 10. The process of getting to know her is simple. When I was in primary school, she was a transfer student in our class and sat in front of me. In order to help her study, we often help her with her lessons and play together after class. Over time, she became good friends.
Our similarity is that we both like reading while listening to songs, and sometimes we share our books with each other. I think it's good that we can read more books, which is also a way to help us warm our friendship.
She is a very quiet girl and shy, and won't show too many ideas; She is different from me. I have two personalities. Sometimes I can do something quietly, but most of the time I am careless. Even in the eyes of my parents, this is crazy. I acted recklessly in Mao Mao and didn't care about the details. After knowing her, she changed my personality. She makes me think that girls should be quiet and not be as cautious as women. Once, due to my carelessness, I wrote a wrong word in the exam. She came to comfort me and said, "This is all caused by your carelessness. You must correct it. As long as you don't make this mistake again next time, it also proves that you have made progress, so the most important thing for you now is to change yourself. " After listening to her words, I felt that carelessness was not good for me, so I learned to change myself.
She is a shy girl who can't express herself when answering questions in class, so I said to her, "You don't have to be afraid, just speak your thoughts and understanding and communicate with the teacher as a friend." Gradually he got bolder and dared to speak on his own initiative.
We made a piece of chocolate together, watched movies together, sang together, ate together and got high, so even though we have been separated for three years now, we still keep close contact.
There is a song that says, "Friends walk together all their lives!"
This is my friendship with her!
I wrote 1 1 with her. She is my best friend since junior high school. We share weal and woe, junior high school life.
My friendship with her is very small.
Every weekend on Sunday, there are always two "little sparrows" chattering about the interesting things of the weekend. There are always endless topics to talk about, and sometimes snoring comes from their ears. We set it as the "big alarm clock" in the dormitory, and occasionally use it to open the brush to make everyone happy. But today's Sunday is exceptionally quiet. Two "little sparrows" are no longer chattering. Even the alarm clock is too embarrassed to go off. We can hear each other's moving voices, as if to say to each other, please coax me. I haven't fallen asleep yet, but we each have our own worries and we can't know what we are thinking. In the evening, it was getting deeper and deeper, and we all closed our eyes. The scene in the dream is vivid, and two good friends quarreled. That day, I learned from others that you told my secret. I was angry and sad at that time. Later, we quarreled, so "two little sparrows" lost their way to find each other.
She and I should tell the judge.
How can two little girls live without food? Every time I go to the supermarket, I say I want to eat spicy strips. You said it was too spicy to eat. I said I want to eat ice cream. You said it was too cold to eat. I said I want to eat hamburgers. You said it was too expensive to save some money. I punched you like a coquette. You hit me unconvinced. We beat you, and I beat the whole supermarket. As a result, I didn't buy snacks, so the salesman kicked me out.
She and I are school helpers.
She likes reasoning, I like writing, she complains, I complain about writing, but she never gives up. She always speaks with her heart. He always asks me some methods and skills to learn writing. Every time I finish a science paper, I feel that my score is too low to ask directly, so I always hide my score, but you always scold me first and then teach me such a simple question.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. It's time to leave. If you are healthy, you want nothing more.
I am a happy girl with a composition 12. My parents regard me as the apple of their eye, take care of me in every possible way, and live a good life of "clothes to reach out, food to mouth". However, her appearance changed my life.
She took away what belonged to me and my parents' love for me. I don't live that immortal life anymore. She continued to take everything from me. I scold her when I get angry, but she complains to her wicked parents first. I was wronged and became the education object of my parents. At this point, she hid behind her parents and made a victory gesture to me, and a fire burned in her heart, preferably at her. After many twists and turns, I learned my lesson. I learned to be patient. As the saying goes, "Be patient for a while and take a step back." This is my best experience. But after something happened, I changed my mind about her. One day when I went to school, I was in close contact with the earth as soon as I went out. Say that finish, I can't help crying. My parents immediately ran out to help me enter the room for "first aid". There was a lot of blood on my leg, so my parents saved me a day's study. She must have given me bad luck. In the afternoon, all her family left, leaving her to watch TV in the living room. I suddenly feel thirsty, but I can't move easily. At this moment, she came in with a glass of water in her hand. I don't accept her kindness and ignore her. At this point, she looked at my injured leg, which seemed very serious. She asked me carefully if it hurt. I nodded, and then she blew my injured leg as she spoke. "Mom said that the place where it hurts can stop." Say that finish blowing naively.
I looked at her, in fact, she was also very cute, and a warm current flowed into my heart. So she is my sister.
I wrote a composition with her 13. In our residential building, there lived a girl my age. She and I are very close and inseparable, but her only weakness is her lack of perseverance and patience.
Several years ago, she fell in love with the violin. In order to become a great musician, she vowed to practice hard and get ahead one day. It's a pity that she can't stand the test of notes and music. After studying for less than a month, she gave up the piano.
In the past, she liked sports, so she signed up to practice badminton, hoping to win a gold medal in the Olympic Games one day. After a year of practice, she is about to become a candidate for the provincial team, but she is forced to leave class because she cares about other people's eyes. A racket is as dusty as a violin.
When she was a child, she liked painting. At her repeated request, her mother sent her to study art. I hope she can become a famous artist when she grows up. However, she doesn't like the prelude, and she can't resist the long foundation. She wanted to finish painting overnight, so she was taken home again.
When I met her, she liked to watch the actress spinning lightly on the stage on TV, so she had the idea of becoming an actress again. She spent a semester fishing for three days and surfing the Internet for two days, and finally went home with tears in her eyes because she couldn't stand the pain.
She gave up halfway again and again, and finally she had nothing. How much she regrets. It's a pity that she didn't learn to persist. Now that she has grown up, she understands a lot of truth. Although she has lost a lot in life, she firmly believes that tomorrow will be better.
That girl is me.
I wrote a composition 14 with her. Every day with her, I am full of laughter. After reading this, you must ask, who is she? To tell you the truth, she is my good friend-Shen Jia.
Maybe we are destiny takes a hand, because we always speak with one voice. Once after the math exam, we discussed the test paper together. Suddenly, Shen Jia and I said in unison, "I only found two wrong questions in the inspection." Said, and made a' V' gesture together. This move provoked the onlookers to laugh. Another time, I went to the teacher's office to hand in my homework, and I heard someone calling our teacher Pan "Lao Pan". As soon as we got out of the office, the same sentence popped up again: "Did you hear that? Just now, the male teacher Guan Pan was called' Lao Pan'. " Such a thing with one voice has become our "routine" because we will suddenly say the same thing.
Of course, even best friends quarrel, and Shen Jia and I are no exception.
I remember one time, we were doing our homework because she sat in front of me, touched my desk and said something wrong to me. I said angrily, "Shen Jia, you see how' good' you are and moved my homework." "I'm sorry." Shen Jia said cheekily. "You just say' I'm sorry', but it's not that simple." "What do you say?" "Correct my handwriting." "What if I don't modify it for you?" "Then you will wait and see!" In this way, I said one thing and she said another, and they quarreled. After school, neither of us talked to anyone. In the afternoon, we both said "sorry" at the same time. It's interesting that we all agree with each other.
There are too many stories about her and me. If it is a string of wind chimes, when the wind blows, it will make a crisp and cheerful sound.
She and I wrote 15. Every time at school, I can see many people playing the flute. The sound is like running water: sometimes it is like a drizzle, and sometimes it is like a powerful gong and drum. . . I was completely intoxicated and couldn't help trying, so I begged my mother to help me learn flute, but my mother told me, "Learning anything is hard, and it can't be completed in two or three days." If you really want to learn, I can help you learn, but you must remember that you can't give up halfway. " Later, my mother told Miss Yang that I joined the brass band. Since then, I have been holding this new thing-the flute every noon.
But it's really not as simple as I thought. What my mother said is really reasonable. Seeing how relaxed people are playing, I tried it myself. I fainted after playing a few notes and almost "died". Several times, I gave up, but after thinking about my mother's words, I survived.
Every Wednesday at noon, I have to learn flute. At that time, Xu Lingling taught me how to pronounce. I learned it several times, but I didn't learn it. Don't say four, it's three. At that time, all my classmates left, but Xu Lingling stayed to practice flute with me. Let's stay at school and practice hard. I thought about how the teacher taught me before, so I practiced and practiced, but it still didn't work. We must take time to practice flute, so during the summer vacation, she and I come to school to practice flute every afternoon. After every practice, we were thirsty, but I still didn't give up and practiced every day. Finally, I became a member of the brass band, one day, two days, one month, two months and one year. Finally, I can play beautiful music easily.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Many things happen. Through my efforts, I can finally play like those students. I don't need the teacher to teach me as before, but I am proud that Xu Lingling and I also participated in the competition on behalf of the school!
That time, she and I were fine!