1 The Red Pencil is a book recommended by my classmates. She said it was Korean children's literature. At first, I thought children's writing was not what I needed to read, and I never took it to heart. I didn't go home last weekend, so I had nothing to do. I picked up the book Red Pencil and began to read it. I didn't think about it from the beginning. This story attracted me, and it took me more than an hour to finish reading this book, which really touched me deeply.
The protagonist of this book is a child named Hao Min. He is somewhat introverted, not good at talking, and never expresses his ideas easily. He didn't have the courage to tell his classmates when he broke their things. He is going to hide them first and then return them to his classmates after gluing them. Although he missed his father very much, he was afraid to tell his mother … until the red pencil appeared, which made him say what he wanted to say and become brave.
After reading this story, I feel that I just saw my old self. It turned out that I was too timid to speak. When relatives or parents' colleagues come to my house, I always hide and dare not appear in front of strangers. The same is true after school. No communication with classmates, no friends, until Liang appeared. She sat behind me. Seeing that I had been sitting there motionless, she wanted to chat with me and enlighten me. She touched my back lightly with a pen, and I felt it, but I turned to look at her. She kept touching me with a pen until I turned to look at her. I still remember the first sentence she said to me today: "My name is Liang. What's your name? Let's be friends! " In the face of her question, I didn't dare to answer, just smiled at her and turned away. Instead of giving up, she came up to me and said, "My name is Liang. What's your name? Let's be friends! " I really want to be friends with her, but I dare not answer her. I nodded and said, "Yes." She smiled and said, "Well, we are friends." Then walk back to your seat. There is nothing to say after that until the holiday. She said to me, "Our two families are very close. I can see you at school every day. Let's go together. " I didn't know what to say, so I said "yes". Then we went home together. I didn't know that her family lived next door to us until I got home. Then we go to school together and go home from school together. And I also communicated with her from one word, two words ... to one sentence. ...
It wasn't until a year later that I realized that it was my mother who asked her to make cheerful friends with me and let me integrate into school life. Cheerful Liang really helped me learn to communicate with people.
Although I can't communicate with people like Liang now, I will communicate with people and show my enthusiasm to warm others. As usual, I am brave not because of the red pencil, but because of Liang, a cheerful and lively girl. Her enthusiasm drove away the cold around me. Thank you, beautiful Liang.
After reading The Red Pencil, I wrote this somewhat unknown composition to recall my warm growth story, although it is not a legend.
Calligraphy is to me what the sky is to birds. The sky allows birds to fly freely, and the brush in my hand allows me to roam freely in the magical world of Chinese character art like wings on my back.
Speaking of my acquaintance with calligraphy, I have to attribute it to an ordinary promise that has a great influence on me.
At that time, I just went to primary school and was still in the stage of "urchin". I can't climb trees or dig holes without me. My parents think I should change this impetuous situation. One day when I came home from school, I threw my schoolbag on the sofa in a hurry, and I rushed out like an arrow. When my mother saw that I was going out to play again, she stopped me and carefully wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was puzzled and thought: My mother rarely stopped me, but today it was ... At this moment, my mother leaned down and saw the doubt in my eyes, so she mysteriously said to me, "Son, my mother brought you a toy today. Do you want it? " When I heard that there were toys, my face immediately showed excitement and curiosity, and a pair of small hands went straight into my mother's bag. Mom smiled and took out a piece of "bamboo" from her bag, except that there was a pinch of white hair at the bottom of the bamboo. I reached out and took the "bamboo" in my mother's hand. I looked at it curiously and groped for it. I think this thing is like a brush that Grandpa used to paint the wall. Does mom want me to paint the wall? My mother saw the doubts in my heart and smiled and said to me, "It's called a writing brush, which was used by the ancients to write." Naively, I asked, "Write? Use it? " "Well, son, you see our Spring Festival couplets are written with a brush. Look, how beautiful. Do you want to learn to write Chinese calligraphy? We will hand over our Spring Festival couplets to you in the future! " Hearing this, I couldn't help but get excited and replied without thinking: "Well, I want to learn!" " "After listening to my answer, my mother said to me seriously," It is not a day or two to learn calligraphy. Must have perseverance, can't give up halfway! "Hearing this, I thought for a moment and finally agreed.
My indissoluble bond with calligraphy began here, but one thing three years later greatly deepened the influence of calligraphy on me.
It was a hot summer, and the sun scorched the earth mercilessly. I stood at my desk writing, and my mother sat beside me to help me mend my clothes. That time happened to be the most tense period before the calligraphy exam, but I have been writing very well at ordinary times, but I can't find a feeling recently. It seems that all Chinese characters have left me, and my works have been rejected one by one, and my mood has become anxious. Finally, after another failure, I put down my pen angrily and turned to my mother and said, "Mom, I can't write well. I want to give up! " "Just say that finish, I regret it, because I saw a trace of disappointment in my mother's angry eyes! However, my mother didn't scold me, but put down her needle and thread and turned to the bookcase. Soon, my mother pulled out a faded brush from the bookcase. When my mother put the brush in front of me, I couldn't help shaking, and suddenly I was speechless, because I recognized it. This pen was the first one my mother showed me three years ago. I held it tightly in my hands and tears ran down my cheeks. My mother reached out and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said to me gently, "Son, think about the promise of that year." Suddenly, a picture came to my mind-I was naive and said, "OK, I'll learn!" " "I looked at my mother with a brush and turned around slowly. ...
From then on, I understand: since a person has chosen a path, he should never give up!
I'm almost 18 years old now. In this 18 year, countless people and things have flashed by me, but only the slender brush and elegant Chinese characters have always influenced and inspired me, so that I will never give up on my way forward.
The breeze is like a dream, with ripples, so roses float on the road of growth. -inscription
Walking on the road of growing up, watching the roses fall with the running water, either green or pink or blue. Twist a petal gently, and you can pick up that tenderness and warmth. ...
That's the warmest feeling-
When I was a child, the river in front of my house still flowed quietly, with a few falling rose petals. I was standing on the shore in a daze when suddenly a colorful purple came into my eyes. It's grandpa! After washing the grapes in water several times, he picked one and stuffed it into my mouth. I smiled. I picked some naughty ones and stuffed them into his mouth. His mouth is full of things. How funny! He is happier, his wrinkles are rubbed together, his brow is locked, and the wrinkles on his face are like the skirts of roses blooming on the wall. The laughter of two grandparents also made MuRosa laugh and enjoy this fresh and delicious food with us.
That is the most sincere friendship-
When I first entered middle school, your smile was the best I have ever seen. "What the hell is this weather?" I stood on the stairs and looked at the rain outside and complained. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, scaring me back a few steps. "I'll cover you." Your angelic voice blooms in my ears. When I got to the dormitory, I thanked you again and again, but you just smiled without saying a word. I took out a beautiful notebook from my schoolbag. The cover is my favorite rose, pink, which looks more delicate after being stained with raindrops. You took it, and the laughter like a silver bell made us know each other.
That's the most touching love-
My mother was ill, so I stepped into the hospital early in the morning. In the corridor, I saw my father's vicissitudes, and my eyes were bloodshot, as if I had aged ten years overnight. "Didn't you sleep well last night?" "I'm worried that your mother had something last night and didn't sleep much. You go in and keep your voice down. " I was about to turn around when he took out a large bill and handed it to me: "Go and buy a bunch of blue roses after school, your mother likes it." "Oh." My mother asked me to call her back as soon as she came in. I rubbed it and asked, "Is the bed uncomfortable?" "No. Your father slept on the edge of the bed last night. I was afraid of waking him up and never dared to move. " I was shocked and understood the love contained in the blue rose.
On the way of growing up, there is a witness of your love. Whether it is affection, friendship or love, it is so beautiful, just like a rose floating on the road of growth. How much growth did the rose petals in my memory bear for me?
Take responsibility, which means "accept and take responsibility". In today's society, we have too many things to take on. Only when we have the courage to shoulder the heavy responsibility can we succeed.
Be brave in shouldering heavy responsibilities, be good to yourself and the country. Not to mention self-recommendation, courage to take on heavy responsibilities, and eventually become the best among the guests; Not to mention Aristotle shouldered the heavy responsibility of leading unarmed women and children to repel invaders by using the principle of light reflection; Not to mention that Lin Xiangru stepped forward and shouldered the heavy responsibility of defending national dignity, which made the story of "returning to Zhao"; To put it simply, in the 20xx World Cup, goal keeper-Kahn provoked the banner of defending the honor of the motherland when the team was short of generals, and sent the German team to the final by his own efforts. At the same time, he also won the first "Most Valuable Player" award in the new millennium. The similarity of these successful people is that they have the courage to shoulder heavy responsibilities, and when the country or the collective is in danger and suffering, they will take the lead and lead the country out of the predicament. Not only did the country and the collective get rid of danger, but their names were immortal.
On the contrary, not daring to shoulder the heavy responsibility is misleading and harmful to yourself. There are always people in life who want to take advantage of loopholes, are unwilling to take responsibility, neglect their duties and eventually lose their reputation. For example, during the SARS period, people were worried, and ordinary people only paid attention to the changes in the epidemic situation in Beijing at that time. However, Meng Xuenong, the mayor at that time, was afraid of being accused of poor management and unwilling to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving X and saving the people, so he concealed and lied about the number of SARS infected people and suspected infected people. Later, it proved that this caused irreparable losses to the people. Meng Xuenong was also dismissed for dereliction of duty. This case is like a wake-up call, reminding us that if we don't do our best to shoulder the heavy responsibility, we will only be ruined.
It is so important to take on heavy responsibilities, how can we do it? I think: we need to arm ourselves with knowledge, we need to have full confidence and courage, we need iron shoulders to bear moral courage, and we need great courage to give up who I am.
Now most of us are adults, and adulthood means taking on more important tasks. Faced with the current situation of online pornography and the proliferation of games, and the clamor of foreign anti-China forces, we young people should shoulder the responsibility of purifying the spirit, waving the banner of patriotism and shouldering the responsibility of defending the country.
The times are developing, society is progressing, and science and technology are taking off. As we grow older, the burden on our shoulders becomes heavier and heavier. If you don't want to be overwhelmed by the heavy burden, then face up to the difficulties and take on the heavy responsibility!
The cold wind whipped my face like a whip. I felt hot and painful, but I ran forward without fear. Fireworks soared into the sky from the horizon, exploded hundreds of meters high, and finally disappeared into the night with the most gorgeous colors. ...
The final exam results plummeted again, and I don't know how many bitter tears fell on those papers! On New Year's Eve, I was abandoned by my parents to solve math problems at home. My brain is occupied by boring functions, messy roots and cold geometry. The whole person is at a loss and doesn't know how to survive by breathing! How can you be in the mood to solve math problems?
Let's take a walk!
There are really fewer people outside, not as busy and endless as before. The street looks a little cold, the night is dotted with neon lights in the distance, and oranges are at your feet. The shadow turns from the front to the back, getting longer and lighter, jumping back to the front when it is about to disappear, and so on. In such a freezing cold night, I always feel like a corpse full of ice slag, with stiff joints and half-frozen blood flow.
Sitting in a dark corner of the street square, you can only see the fireworks blooming in the distance.
Red, yellow, orange, green and purple ...
How can you be so decadent? Never felt the sense of failure, spread in the body, in exchange for tears overflowing from the eyes.
Leaning on the cold and hard bench, my throat was breathless by the cold wind, and only tears flowed down my cheeks. Hot tears are the only part of the body that has temperature.
However, when the tears stay on the face for one minute, they turn into ice slag, stick to the face, open and close vertically, solidify and freeze from the outside to the inside, and take root and sprout in the skin.
Reflect on this final exam, sum up your mistakes and tell yourself gently: What's the use of sitting here crying? Crying can only represent your cowardice. Don't cry, even if the weather is very cold, don't let your tears freeze on your face. I want to be strong! You must study hard and start sprinting next semester!
My hands and feet were frozen, but I got up and ran home. These irresistible cold will eventually pass, and I keep telling myself that there is a warm room ahead. Although no one is waiting for me, there are still warm air and gorgeous fireworks brewing into beautiful wishes in my heart. As long as I am strong enough, everything will be fine! At that time, I strengthened my confidence and worked hard to deduce complicated functions and geometric problems. The pen in the hand kept flying, and trivial symbols were reflected on the paper. A small mistake appeared, but the paper full of words was discarded without hesitation, and a new draft paper appeared in front of me. Without a pause, the little pen jumped up again.
That night, in that night full of setbacks and failures, my mind seemed to have been sublimated and had a little understanding. Every time I recall it, it seems to be joy, sadness and helplessness. That night, I grew from a cowardly teenager who just wanted to avoid setbacks to a person who knew how to fight for ideals and hopes. It was setbacks that made me grow.