Stop to write 1 occasionally. It's cold at night. The moonlight shone on the window lattice, and a hint of coolness came. My cold feet are shaking more and more, but there are thick sweat on my forehead. I looked at the test paper in front of me, and the last question was lying in vain. Blink of an eye, like a lively dog, like laughing at my incompetence. Heart, more and more anxious, I lie down feebly.
There was a click in my ear. I glanced at my watch. It's past nine. I spent two hours on this question! I put down my pen irritably, and out of the corner of my eye, I didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.
Suddenly there was a light sound in my ear, like a small spring gushing from a dry well, which kept ringing. In an instant, my heart suddenly calmed down. Look inside, it's a wind chime! It's a wind chime! The crisp sound fluctuates with the wind sliding in from the window, which is abrupt on this quiet night, but it makes people feel calm for no reason. Corner inadvertently caught a glimpse of Huang Liang. He was surprised when he looked at it. That's a photo of me and my dad, and my bike. It's a memory of riding 10 km together. When I was framed by my dad, I looked at the girl in the photo and couldn't help laughing. It's been a long time since I smiled so brightly. The pressure of study is increasing, and the heavy schoolbag weighs me out of breath. Learn this way, run blindly, and occasionally stop for fear of being caught up by others! Dad's words suddenly echoed in my mind. Now, it is also a pleasure to see the scenery on the roadside. It's good to have a rest.
Yes, stop occasionally. Dad taught me! Like a fantastic realization, I don't know when the moonlight spilled all over the table, and the bright Yin Hui slipped into her heart, sweeping away her previous irritability and leaving a bright moon.
Probably because the window is closed, the room is a little stuffy and the air smells of milk molecules. With this sweet but not greasy taste, my heart is very calm. Breathe a sigh of relief, cheer for yourself, have a rest and continue to do the problem. This time, unexpectedly smooth, like crossing a tendon.
The dream is deep, the moon is drunk, and in a trance, I am back to that free and easy day. What a transparent and crisp smile!
Sitting in the examination room, I pulled my thoughts back and gradually adapted to the topic. I read through this article like running water. My father's words are still clear in my mind, and I am holding back my heart.
The occasional stay is not cowardice or escape, but for better running. On the road of life, the road extending in all directions, you can't just think about running; Occasionally stop to look at the scenery, look around and see the world.
If there is no pause at that moment, many better roads will be missed on the road to success; If there is a moment's pause, the road to failure will meet the fragrant road to success.
Stop writing occasionally. 2. Learn like a tiger, pursue hard; Homework is like a towering Mount Tai, which makes me breathless. The teacher's words were like a fixed-point bell, which cheered me up.
Busy junior three life, in addition to study or study, in addition to homework or homework. And everyone around me seems to have been ignored by me. "How annoying!" I put down my pen and threw myself on the desk. It seems that the person who happened to enter the door was startled by me. She closed the door gently, sat down beside me and asked, "What's the matter? Are there any questions that can't be done? " It's mom. I turned my head to the other side without saying a word. She didn't speak again and sat quietly beside me. It was a long time before I heard the sound of the door being gently opened and closed, as if afraid to disturb me.
I looked up and found a glass of milk on the table. I pick it up, warm, not hot, take a sip, sweet. This bite is like a panacea. I feel completely relaxed and the burden on my shoulders has been lifted. It suddenly occurred to me that I seem to have neglected my family for a long time. I stood up, walked out the door and walked into the living room. I saw my mother lying on the sofa sleeping.
I looked up and looked around. The living room is clean, and everything is arranged neatly. My mother must have cleaned it.
Suddenly, my mother woke up and saw me standing by. She seemed a little surprised and asked me what I needed. I looked at some silver threads in her hair, bloodshot eyes and deep dark circles under her eyes. My heart suddenly hurts, so does my nose, and some tears are spinning in my eyes.
After I entered the third grade, I gradually became busy and never noticed the changes of people around me. Stop occasionally and find something neglected. However, my mother, unknown so, looked a little flustered and asked me what was wrong. I hugged her and choked and said, "Mom, you have worked hard." Mother was silent for a while, stroking my hair and saying, "Silly child, what's the matter?" . Your obedience is my greatest motivation. "
Once in a while, I stop and look back, and I find love that was once neglected.
The birds outside the window seem to be singing, as if they are glad that I finally found love. The song is like a beating note, surrounding my ears.
Occasionally stop, the mood becomes quiet; Occasionally stop and look back at the feelings that were neglected in the past. No matter how hard and tired, it seems that there is also motivation to move forward. Stop occasionally and reap the power of love.
Occasionally stop writing 3 at school, when in class, you can only hear the teacher lecture; After class, I can only hear the "brushing" sound from the friction between pen and paper. There was no scene of rushing out of the classroom after class, no cheerful noise, and the classroom was lifeless. Sometimes it's time for class after finishing homework, but students are not interested in going out to play in the classroom, so I have to quietly take out extracurricular books for fear of breaking the suffocating silence.
Sometimes after finishing homework, I put down my pen and look out of the window. I only saw some birds flying around, heard the sound of the wind, imagined myself playing with water on the beach and building castles out of sand ... carefree. Seize the opportunity to stop occasionally, sometimes I will stare blankly at the scenery outside, sometimes I will quickly take out my sketch book, draw cartoon characters in cartoons, draw lines ... Hurry to see if there is any new news from my classmates on my mobile phone, listen to English songs and cheerful lyric songs, and relax.
Relax once in a while, and even the most difficult math problems will have new ideas; It is also a good choice to relax occasionally and go out to play with former kindergarten classmates; Relax once in a while, visit your grandparents and chat with them ... this will make you happy.
However, not only at school, but also at home, you can't relax occasionally. I hurried home, took out my exercise book and wrote a "brush". Half an hour, an hour … I finally finished my homework, but I didn't expect there was a pile of homework waiting for me!
Every day, I seem to be racing against time. I can't stop for a moment. It seems that once I stop, I can't keep up with the time. Day after day, year after year, if you keep studying, eating, doing homework and sleeping, life will be too boring. Occasionally stopping to start again may make me concentrate more on my study; Occasionally stopping to go out for exercise will also make your body healthier; Occasionally stopping to do something else will make life colorful. Let your tentacles extend beyond your studies and let you perceive and discover life more.
When you are too busy to breathe, it is definitely a good choice to stop and do what you like occasionally!
Stop occasionally. My father is very busy, as if he never stops.
I'm busy too. The big exam is coming, and every minute counts.
For a long time, father and son didn't seem to talk much. It's just that when we walk past each other, we will say things like "tired, busy". On such a day, others look at it and think that we are just tenants renting under the same roof.
Although no one wants to do this, life forces them. Father and son had to rush forward, afraid to stop.
On this day, my father flashed his waist because of work injury.
When I got home, he was lying on the bed crying and asked me to rub his waist. I am very reluctant. Blaming him for "wasting" my time, he kept saying, "Press it for you and continue to work tomorrow." Father didn't answer, just gave a wry smile.
This waist flash can't be cured in a day. My father went to the Chinese medicine hospital to cupping for quick results, but this life seems to be joking with him. There was an accident in cupping, and my father's back was burned. The old Chinese doctor turned pale with fear and his father was annoyed, but he stopped and admitted that he was unlucky and had to recuperate slowly when he went home.
I don't know why, but when I got home and saw my father still lying there, I was misunderstood and was about to get angry. He said, "Give your father medicine!" "There is a plea in the tough tone. I smiled, so I went straight over and lifted my clothes. It was a surprise.
"Why does the waist flash like it's on fire?"
It was burnt down. After explaining the ins and outs, my heart can't help but hurt.
The skin on my father's back has been burnt purple, and the tendons are exposed. I shouted, "This old quack!" I think it's for him. Father didn't say much, just closed his eyes and endured the pain. Sweat crossed his cheeks and finally merged into a bean-sized sweat, but he didn't hear a call from the beginning. The next day was a holiday, so I stayed at home to take care of him.
At first, my father complained that I didn't make up lessons, but in the end he stopped talking.
Throughout the day, we sometimes looked at each other and sometimes talked. We thought we would be speechless one day, but as a result, we made so many noises.
Father suddenly looked up, forgot himself, and said in a low voice-
"I think it's good to be sick sometimes ..."
My eyes can't help but get a little moist. How can I think that the love between father and son can only be reflected in illness, and I sigh silently in my heart.
Father was ill for a few days and went to work again. His injury didn't heal, but he said his heart had healed. I don't fully understand, but I also know.
I think it's really good to stop and spend time with my family in such a busy life.
Occasionally stop to write the fifth semester! The semester is over! Promoted to junior high school! These words, like my shadow, follow me closely every day, making me lose my due relaxation.
Spend every day in a hurry. Sleeping, eating, studying, and doing homework have long been a group of infinite cycle decimals, repeated over and over again, without any innovation, and we are entangled in learning.
I used to think that the final term was the busiest. Teachers in major subjects are scrambling to grab classes, and minor subjects have long since drifted out of the cloud nine. I am not surprised by the saying that "there are two teachers present in one class". After all, this is the last semester. But now, there is not even a shadow at the end of the semester, but it is more tense than the last one: the first math class is over, "There is no morning meeting today, let's talk about it on the next page!" " Hosting ends in the afternoon. "If you haven't finished writing this composition, you can't go home without reciting this text!"
Learning makes us breathless, and sometimes we even lose the chance to breathe at school. What is this for? Going home has become the only time for us to catch our breath. Listening to music, playing qq and chatting with my eldest brother, he doesn't return. He was also scratched by work. Lie in bed for a while, make some cakes, practice calligraphy, play the piano and change your signature to vent your emotions. After the entertainment, I recalled that I still didn't do my homework or recite pi, so I went back to my desk and began to get busy. I suddenly felt covered in blood and revived. My brain is very clear and my spirit is very good. This may be the advantage of stopping.
When parents come back, help them cook dinner and let them stop for a while. After eating, I asked my mother to accompany me to go shopping, buy breakfast and buy western food ingredients. When I go out shopping, I am distracted, and I occasionally stop for a walk after dinner. When I went out, I chatted with her about her work troubles and my study problems. Sometimes my mother will ask me, "Have you finished your homework? Did you remember the words? Have you reviewed your Chinese literacy? " I will refuse one by one: "Finished writing, finished reciting, finished reviewing ..." I finally got rid of my study, and now I almost got caught back. At this time, my mood must be more annoying.
Occasionally stopping for a short chat can enrich your life, refresh 80% of your old brain, and let you devote yourself to work and study with full energy. In a hurry, there is no progress in grades or work. It is better to insert some comics and entertainment books in the "life bookshelf"!
On the way to study in a hurry, I will stop occasionally.
Occasionally stop to write composition 6 Dark clouds are gathering, lightning and thunder are thundering, the rain is pouring down, the sea is rough and the sea breeze is howling. I am like a boat on the sea, confused and unable to find my way.
It was in Guangzhou, a rainy May day, and I will never forget the howling wind and my confusion at that time.
Quiet, sitting alone on the bench in the piano grading center, the cold iron chair makes me tremble. Looking at the footprints with water on the ground, my cold and stiff hands clenched the music harder. I muttered in my heart: what to do, what to do, I will be admitted in the future, and what to do if I don't play well! What if I forget to keep score! What if I fail the exam?
The bean rain outside the window hit the window like a shell, and the cold wind mixed with rain fell on me. My heart is tight, like being caught by a pair of invisible big hands, and I can't breathe. I closed my eyes to relax, but my mind went back to last night's piano lesson.
"Stop, stop! How to pronounce it so wrong! " Piano teacher, Mr. Hu walked into his brow and circled a note on the piano score with a pencil in his hand. "What's that noise!" "Then he sighed," forget it, I will have an exam tomorrow. If I play wrong again, it is estimated that you will not be able to pass. " I lowered my red face and my eyes were full of loss. I woke up with a bang and suddenly opened my eyes and looked out of the window. Green branches and leaves trembled in the cold wind.
I'm sweating like a pig and my heart is racing. "Tap, tap" footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Looking inside, it's mom. She came to me with a smile, sat down next to me gently, reached out and combed the broken hair beside my auricle, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Baby, are you nervous?" Don't be too nervous! Occasionally stop and look around, you will find that although it is stormy outside the window, the pines and cypresses in the rain curtain are still calm. He is facing the storm and desolation of life with his own calmness, but in the face of small exams, stay calm, believe you, you can succeed! "
I was surprised, yes! Occasionally stop, you will find that the pine and cypress stand upright in the rain curtain; Stop occasionally, and you will find that you are calm in the face of the desolation of life; If you stop occasionally, you will find a panacea to relieve complex emotions; Stop occasionally, and you will find that you can control the rainstorm in your heart.
I took a deep breath and what power was injected, "No.37, enter the examination room!" " "I put down the crumpled score and walked into the examination room in the rain.
In fact, in the long river of life, people will encounter many challenges, but occasionally they will find peace and control the wind and rain in their hearts. Experience humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, have no intention to stay or stay, and watch the clouds in the sky.
Oh, my god, the sun is shining in the warm spring sunshine, and I press the button calmly.
Life is a sail that flies in life, sailing in the sea, and there are stormy waves waiting for us on the vast sea. Facing the thorns on the road of life and the challenges of fate again and again, we are often black and blue. Instead of complaining about difficulties all the time, it is better to stop occasionally.
April on the earth is the season of spring. Butterflies are dancing in colors and lingering, which is a charming spring scene. I stopped my sweaty pen, called my partner to collect the wind in the field, barefoot, feeling the slight limp and numb of pebbles massage under the stream, watching the fish swimming in vain at the bottom of the water, and listening to the tireless buzz of bees among the rape flowers. After tasting a cucumber and picking a watermelon, I seem to have become a naughty little girl in Hulan River Biography, and my little heart has become more colorful. My friend made a small flower basket for me with bright green branches. Peach blossoms are gorgeous and beautiful.
I suddenly found that when I strode forward, I missed the beautiful scenery and let it be taken away by the rush of time, leaving no trace like running water. I am struggling, my father is struggling, and occasionally stops to show me his black silk mixed with a little white hair. I want to earn more points to be admitted to a key high school, and my father wants to earn more money for my school. During the holiday break, I found that my father didn't come home until midnight every day, plopped down in a chair with heavy steps and fell asleep soon. I wanted to dress my father, but I caught a glimpse of the wrinkles on my father's face in the dim light, which were the marks of years. I stroked my father's face affectionately. He is in his thirties, so he should be in his prime. For me and my family, he worked hard on the road of life.
It suddenly occurred to me how many small touches I missed in more than ten years. They sparkled in my memory, but I lost them in the coldest winter.
I used the stopped streamer to find all kinds of treasures in my life, which moistened my already dry heart river and made my stiff mouth smile again.
Walking on the road of life, the pursuit of dreams often makes us rush and refuse to stop moving forward, so in the process of struggle, we sometimes feel tired, confused and lonely ... stop and then go on the road, rest, relax and summarize ... We will find that the road of life will be broader and life will be better.
It's good to stop occasionally!
Occasionally stop writing 8 Almost all students are the same, and their classes, homework and writing questions are the same; Almost all parents are the same. They want their children to study hard. They can't wait for their children to sit at their desks all the time and hand over a glass of milk in the middle of the night. Almost all teachers are the same, thinking that only students who get good grades in brushing questions every day are good students.
Therefore, almost all students have a dream of learning to dominate.
It's interesting to see a cartoon, which depicts fresh meat pieces of different sizes and shapes, being put into a huge machine. After a multi-layer process, a square piece of meat with basically the same length was finally created, and then it was accompanied by the words: Look how many talents we have trained.
This cartoon looks ironic, but the problem it reflects is very realistic. Who is not the meat in the meat grinder? I just concentrate on brushing the questions and coping with the endless exams. Imagine meeting a new friend when communicating. He asked what your hobby is. You thought for a long time with stars in your eyes, and then answered, "I can write the topic, and I can get 100." Then he took out a test paper from his bag and did it in front of the other person. I think that's ridiculous and pathetic.
Therefore, teenagers must study in their youth, but they don't have to brush questions all day, which is far from you.
Youth is a good time to study. Only learning can grow, but learning doesn't mean writing questions blindly. What is on paper is only the knowledge that can be written, and the abilities and hobbies in life are more valuable. There are many activities in the school, and someone needs to be responsible for registration and arrangement. However, some people are still willing to try this irrelevant thing because it is a kind of training. Some people practice calligraphy in their spare time, not to get extra points for exams, but to protect the coolness and tranquility in their busy lives, and as a kind of enjoyment, add a touch of Zen to their lives.
Therefore, you can stop studying in the school called Regular Learning once in a while, go for a walk in a distant place, experience different customs, realize yourself, finish what you wanted to do since childhood, enjoy your hobbies, visit friends, make handicrafts and think about yourself ... Maybe in a quiet afternoon, your thoughts will start to rise. Isn't this a kind of learning and growth? Occasionally stop and try all kinds of things, and we will find that life can be so colorful.
Occasionally, I stopped to write a composition. It was cold for 9 nights. The moonlight shone obliquely on the window lattice, and a little coolness came. My cold feet trembled more and more, but thick sweat oozed from my forehead. I looked at the test paper in front of me, and the last question sparkled. Blink of an eye, but like a real villain, bared his teeth unscrupulously, as if laughing at my incompetence. In my heart, more anxious, I lay down feebly.
There is a tick in my ears. I glanced at my watch. It's past nine. I spent two hours on this question! I put down my pen testily. I don't know if my eyes are sweat or tears.
Suddenly, there was a light sound in my ear, like a spring in a dry well. It squeaks. Suddenly, my heart suddenly calmed down. Look up at the prestige, it's a wind chime! It's a wind chime! The crisp sound rises and falls as the wind sneaks in through the window. On this quiet night, it seems abrupt, but it makes people calm. I glanced at Huang Liang out of the corner of my eye and took a look. I'm surprised. This is a picture of my father, me and my bike. This is the memory of riding 10 km together. When I was framed by my father, I couldn't help looking at the girl's smile in the photo and lost in thought. How long did it take me to smile so brightly? The pressure of studying is getting bigger and bigger, and the heavy schoolbag is pressing on me. Learn this road, run blindly, for fear of being overtaken by others … "Stop occasionally!" " "Dad's words suddenly echoed in my mind." It is also a pleasure to see the scenery along the way. It's good to have a rest. "
Yes, stop occasionally. Dad taught me! It's like suddenly realizing. I don't know when the moonlight spilled on the table. Shiny Yin Hui drifted into my heart quietly, which dispelled my previous irritability and left a bright moon.
Maybe it's because the window is closed and the room is a little stuffy. The air is full of the smell of milk molecules. With this sweet but not greasy taste, my heart is calm. Breathe a sigh of relief, cheer for yourself, have a rest and continue to do this topic. This time, the accident went smoothly, just like opening a passage.
Deep dream, drunk, trance, back to that free and easy day, what a transparent and crisp smile!
When I was sitting in the examination room, I took back my thoughts and gradually became familiar with this topic. I read through these articles. My father's words are still clearly imprinted in my mind, and I firmly grasped my heart.
Staying occasionally is not cowardice, not escape, but running better. On the road of life, this road extends in all directions, and you can't just think about running; Once in a while, stop and look at the scenery, look around and see the world.
Without the rest of that moment, many better roads will be missed on the road to success; If there is a moment's pause, the road to failure will meet the fragrant road to success.
Occasionally stop to write a composition. 10 night, slightly cold. The moonlight shone obliquely on the window lattice, and a hint of coolness came to my face. My cold feet are shivering more and more, but thick sweat is pouring from my forehead. I looked at the test paper in front of me, and the last question was lying in vain. Blink of an eye, but like a lifelike villain, bared his teeth unscrupulously, as if laughing at my incompetence. Heart, more and more anxious, I lie down feebly.
There is a tick in my ear. I glanced at my watch. It's past nine. I have spent two hours on this question! I threw down my pen angrily, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears.
Suddenly there was a light sound in my ear, like a small spring gushing from a dry well, which was crisp and pleasant, and my heart suddenly calmed down. Look up, it's a wind chime! It's a wind chime! The crisp sound fluctuates with the wind sneaking in from the window, which is abrupt in this silent night, but it makes people feel calm for no reason. Corner inadvertently caught a glimpse of Huang Liang, face it. I'm surprised. That's a picture of my father and me, with my bike next to it. That's the memory of riding ten kilometers together. When I was framed by my father, I couldn't help looking at the girl's smile in the photo. How long has it been since I smiled so brightly? The pressure of studying is getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy schoolbag weighs me out of breath. Learn this road, run blindly, afraid of being overtaken by others ... "Stop occasionally!" " "Dad's words suddenly echoed in my mind." Look at the scenery on the roadside. It is also a kind of enjoyment. It's good to have a rest. "
Yes, stop occasionally. Dad taught me! Like a sudden awakening, I don't know when, the moonlight spilled over the desk, and the shining Yin Hui quietly fell into his heart, sweeping away his previous irritability and leaving a bright moon.
Probably because I closed the window, the room was a little stuffy and the air smelled of milk molecules. With this sweet but not greasy taste, my heart is very calm. Breathe a sigh of relief, cheer for yourself, have a rest and continue to do the problem. This time, unexpectedly unobstructed, like through the ribs. ...
The dream was deep, and the moon was drunk. In a trance, I returned to that free and easy day. What a transparent and crisp smile!
Sitting in the examination room, I took back my thoughts and gradually became familiar with the topic, such as flowing articles, which I read thoroughly. Dad's words are still clear in my mind, and my heart is firmly locked.
The occasional stay is not cowardice, not escape, but to run better. On the road of life, the road extending in all directions, you can't just think about running; Occasionally stop to look at the scenery, look around and see the world.
Without a pause at that moment, many better paths will be missed on the road to success; If you have a moment's pause, you will meet the fragrant road of returning to success on the road of failure.
Occasionally stop to write 1 1 Life is a sail flying in life, sailing on the sea, and the vast sea is waiting for us. The thorns on the road of life, in the face of repeated challenges of fate, we are often black and blue. Instead of obsessing all the time, it is better to stop occasionally.
It is a pleasure to stop occasionally.
At night, the moon is as cold as water and as bright as yarn, so beautiful. Have you enjoyed it? Sunshine, rain and dew, clear water and blue sky, have you ever cared about how many natural gifts that literati send things and express their feelings? Have you ever felt the flowers blooming, cicadas singing, leaves falling and snow falling? My friend, why not stop once in a while during the long journey?
Stop, stop, lie on the grass. Please accept Chun's invitation. Leaves and flowers were found on the bare branches. They bring unique fragrance; Stop, look up at the starry sky in summer night, accept the autumn gift list, and take you to chase the footsteps of winter; How wonderful it is to stop, savor the joy of harvest and step into a pure and beautiful world! After enjoying it, will the departure and pace be more powerful?
It is a need to stop occasionally.
When you chase the sun, when you raise the sail of life in the sea, sometimes it comes from a bolt from the blue, sometimes it is stormy, sometimes it is stormy, and sometimes it is stormy. Now you are trampled by fate again and again, ravaged by wind and rain. My friend, why not stop once in a while?
Stop, dry your tears, accept the touch of sunshine, the baptism of wind and rain, and purify your soul; Stop, adjust your mind, pat the dirt on your body and stand up; Stop, go to the end of the day, pick a basket of exquisite, enjoy the wonderful life; Stop, go to the mountains to listen to birds and feel the happiness of the stream. Looking up occasionally, can you find that your favorite flowers bloom in front of your eyes and the sun is brighter?
There are many crossroads in life, waiting for you to choose. In the face of the vicissitudes of fate, have you ever wavered? Have you ever been lost in the face of a billion-dollar life path, have you ever been desperate in the face of difficult choices? Have you ever cried in front of a long watch? Faced with the cruel reality, have you ever thought about letting go? So, why not stop once in a while?
Stop and look up at the blue sky. The eagle is soaring in the sky. Do you find yourself no longer confused? Occasionally stop, look back at the feelings you once had, and find that you have picked your own happiness?
Stopping is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of need, a kind of wisdom and a philosophical attitude towards life. Occasionally, I stop on the confused road of life, pat the dust on my body, pour gravel into my shoes, look at the blue sky, listen to the birds singing in the mountains, and welcome a beautiful life with a relaxed and happy mind.