From that moment on, the crumpled rice paper of the composition 1 was scattered in the study, and the classical cello played by Yo-Yo Ma became heavier and heavier. For months, I couldn't find my way. ...
This may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. It took nearly four months to copy Yan Zhenqing's "Sacrifice to a Nephew", from the initial similar structure and similar horizontal pen, until the last hairspring reached a very similar level. But the teacher always said something was missing. I kept practicing, and then I broke a hopeful rice paper. Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink like this because of his mood at that time, and his emotions naturally flowed in the manuscript. I have always believed that the highest realm of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, but a self-created style. Now I'm trapped in this frame, and I can't find my way at all.
By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and enjoy Mi Fei's The Story of a Multi-view Building. Among thousands of works, I only fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush character", and there are cadences between the side pens. The pen is bold and bold, and the middle is slightly lighter, which shows its boldness. Between dozens of crosses that seem to be separated and connected, I actually realized a kind of clarity that I have never seen before. From that moment on, I seemed to put aside Yan Zhenqing's restraint and was deeply triggered by "brushing words". What's more commendable is that Mi Fei formed his own unique style by copying hundreds of kinds of calligraphy.
At the moment when I started writing again, the ink was scattered on the rice paper like flowing water. Although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, pursuing the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the direction of life is the same. When I go through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in thick materials. Sometimes, we should be happier and enjoy different scenery. Maybe if you think about it from another angle, you will feel a bright future.
I smoothed the crumpled rice paper and enjoyed the classical cello sound. From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just like Liang Shiqiu said, "Everything is gorgeous and plain again."
From that moment on, in the journey of life, we are growing and making progress every minute. Maybe from the next moment, you will have a clear goal and direction. ...
In July, the crazy chirping of cicadas disturbed my thoughts and caused my inattention. I made many mistakes in simple questions, so I was in a bad mood. Dad seemed to read my mind, so he took me to visit Jiulong Lake.
It was past nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Jiulong Lake. The sun is high in the sky, shining on us like a big stove. The constant flow of people in the noise made me even more annoyed. At this time, my father took my hand and left the lively crowd.
Unconsciously, my father and I walked into a bamboo path. Compared with the outside world, this is a different world: it's hot and noisy outside, but it's cool and quiet inside. The bamboo here is tall and straight. It provides us with cool and cool air. Walking in the bamboo forest, I feel very comfortable and cozy. This is my dream "Xanadu"!
A stream caught my eye. I squatted by the stream and looked at the reflection on the water. At this time, my father saw the water leaking in the middle of the stone gap, so he found a mineral water bottle and put it in the stone gap to drain. At this point, the water dripping in the gap seems to be getting slower and slower, and time passes by. Reluctantly, I said to my father, "When will this water be received?" Dad said confidently, "don't worry, drink slowly, this bottle of mineral water is always full." Be patient and persist. " The same is true of learning knowledge, which requires bit by bit accumulation, patience, step by step and perseverance. You can't give up halfway, or your previous efforts will be in vain. "
From that moment on, I understood that everything should be patient, accumulate and persist in order to have greater gains! As Hua said, "Cleverness lies in diligence, and genius lies in accumulation".
From that moment on, it should be a calm afternoon.
That afternoon, some people went to heaven, some people lost their loved ones, and everything was so dramatic, just because of the 8.0-magnitude earthquake that occurred on May 12 14: 28, 2008. At that moment, the earth shook and the house collapsed; At that moment, my heart became gloomy with the arrival of the earthquake. Then the news about the earthquake touched people's hearts. Aftershocks that will suddenly arrive again and again at any time will make the future and calm heart of the victims more confused. There is another group of people who have been guarding the victims of the earthquake.
Rescue teams were sent from all over China to help them. I couldn't help crying when I saw them pulling out their lives with their hands; I couldn't help crying when I saw a little boy saluting the Young Pioneers with their joining ceremony. I couldn't help crying when I saw that rescuers also lost their loved ones because of the earthquake, but they were still fighting on the front line. When I saw the bright five-star red flag blooming again in this troubled land, I couldn't help crying ... It was green and full of hope. I just wanted to laugh at these disasters, but I forgot. I didn't think I would cry.
Seeing this scene, not only I was deeply moved, but also Liu four brothers and Anhui rushed to the disaster area. They have agreed to stay for two days, but their emotions urge them not to stay. They dug this traffic artery called "the road to death", and the total number of roads dug reached more than 40 kilometers. They are even willing to place an order of 30 million yuan to donate materials, donations and efforts to the disaster-stricken areas.
I don't know much, really not much ... there are too many such examples. I remember a little girl standing in front of a simple house. Although there were piles of ruins around her, she smiled sweetly. From her smile, I read the hope and vitality of life. The sky above her seems bluer. ...
This moment, in my heart, has become eternal. Really, at this moment, we are together!
From that moment on, composition 4 Mom, where there is you, there is a harbor of love.
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I have been thinking deeply about what love is; I have been trying to find out where love is. From that moment on, I understood that my mother is love, love, right beside me. ...
Ai cabin
When I was a child, my mother's love was a hut, a warm hut.
When I was a child, I was always naughty and liked to pester my mother to tell me stories. At this time, my mother always picked me up and sat on the sofa. In this small room, this warm little room, she gently shook me with her hands and told me the story of the wolf. As for me, I always keep my eyes open, look at my mother and listen to her carefully. Quietly snuggle in my mother's arms and let my body sway gently. This feeling is so warm and sweet.
From that moment on, I understood that my mother's love is the warm hut, which makes my life full of sweetness.
The hand of love
Later, my mother's love is those hands, those hands that wipe tears.
I remember when I was eight years old, I learned to ride a bike. At first, I was very happy. Think how great it would be if I learned to ride a bike. However, that big guy (bike) obviously did the right thing to me. He wouldn't let me sit on it for long. Finally, after many attempts, I finally climbed up. Before I could sit down, I was "gloriously underground" again. 1 "Crash", it fell badly. It's green here and swollen there. I couldn't help the pain and burst into tears. Hearing my crying, my mother rushed over, wiped my tears with both hands and said with distress, "Don't cry, son, let's get up from where we fell ..."
From that moment on, I understood that my mother's love is the hands that wipe tears and make my life full of warmth.
From that moment on, I drove through the expressway, turned around, saw the fields and thought of my hometown.
We don't see fields very often now. My hometown is not far away, but that field belongs to my childish childhood a long time ago. I am getting rusty and forget its appearance.
As the summer vacation goes by, I always can't spare a little time to recall the fields, and even the phone call from my hometown often surprises me. For too long, there is no field, and my hometown is also a meaningless existence. The magnetic field has been decreasing over the years. I hope there is a scene of deep blue sky. Looking at the attractive green swaying in the fields, I always feel that there are no clouds in Wan Li.
I really want to see the fields in my hometown.
Finally, I had a chance to visit a long-lost field, and I was as excited as a wanderer on my way home. The eternal intimacy of my hometown comes to my mind, and the charm of my hometown is interpreted in my mind in a moment. More than an hour's drive was spent by memories, so I closed my eyes for a while, let a kind of sadness and guilt apologize to my hometown and went to my hometown.
The memory of the field is finally getting richer and richer, and I am clamoring to find the field in my memory. With the path into the village, potatoes, radishes, corn and other crops flashed by, and finally I put down my heart and waited for me in the field, which was kind and lovely.
Tanobe's lamp shines light on the field in a leisurely manner, bright and beautiful. I still have a tacit understanding with the field, showing our eternal charm. This is my hometown. Everything is warm and real, and she stays in the softest place in my heart.
From this moment on, my hometown hugged me tightly again. That's where I belong. She is always there.
Looking back again, I looked at the field, rippling with thick green, as if dancing and swaying, waiting for my arrival.
From that moment on, I realized my hometown, whose beauty is as real as a field, and my hometown will always be the most delicate place in my will.
From that moment on, I deeply realized my parents' heart, the heart that loves me and always puts me first.
In the past, my grades were average, ranking around 20, which worried my parents who wanted me to get into a good high school. In order to improve me, they tried their best to find me a good cram school and took pains to check my homework day after day. Finally, their efforts were not in vain, and I rewarded them with excellent results-the ninth place.
When my parents learned of my achievements, that is, from that moment on, I deeply realized my parents' heart that loves me and always regards me as the first. When talking to relatives and friends on the phone, I always forget to add the last sentence, "How are your children's grades? My son got the ninth place! " In front of my parents of the same age, my waist seems straighter and full of confidence. All this seems to be magnified by a magnifying glass, which makes me vividly and deeply feel my parents' intentions.
Great efforts are just small rewards. No matter what troubles you encounter in your work and life, as long as you see my excellent achievements, you will immediately laugh and forget all your troubles. From that moment on, I really understood my importance to my parents. My smile and every move affect my parents. As their children, what I should do most is filial piety. I regret that I didn't reward them earlier, and I didn't get excellent grades earlier to make them happy.
From that moment on, I will not only feel my parents' wishes, but also feel them. I will repay them with better results. No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, I will go all out and walk bravely, because I will never forget that moment, feel my parents' love for me, and always take me as my initial heart.
From that moment on, the seven-day composition gradually became heavy in the annual rings of the years. Those innocent, interesting, amazing and touching little things left a deep and shallow impression in my brain and formed a tree in my life.
On National Day that year, my father and I went to Jiuzhaigou to play. As soon as I got off the bus, I couldn't restrain my inner excitement and ran to the mountain with joy. Sunshine, breeze, fragrance of flowers … and a heart about to fly.
With the tinkling sound of water, my steps became brisk, and in a short time, I climbed half the distance. When the excitement was strong, several dark clouds floated past my eyes and instantly covered the light of the sun. I didn't care at first, but gradually, the wind came and blew harder and harder. The tree shook violently, and the branches squeaked, looking like a demon with claws. "Go down the mountain, the weather will change, and there will be no more danger." "Yes, yes, down the mountain ..." Many climbers began to turn around and walk back. I'm starting to tremble, too.
At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the pebbles on the nearby mountain were blown down by the wind. I'm too scared to move on the side of the road. I pulled my father's skirt and whispered, "Dad, let's go home." Dad didn't speak, looked up at the sky, and then looked down at me: "son, we can't give up, we can't see the sunshine until the dark clouds clear." Only strong perseverance can climb the peak. What is this difficulty? Come on, dad, I believe you can do it! "Dad's words gave me strength, and we climbed to higher places with the help of saints in the dark.
Along the way, the wind whistled in our ears, and dark clouds haunted the horizon, but the pace of our progress was unusually firm. "Here we are, we climbed up!" I shouted. The sound seemed to penetrate the thick clouds. We climbed up! We did it! I looked at the distant scenery excitedly.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the sun came out, and the whole mountain top was covered with rays of sunshine, golden trees, golden peaks and golden smiling faces.
I was stunned by what I saw. From that moment on, I understood that tenacious perseverance can conquer every peak in the world!
From that moment on, I believe many people have a very important moment in their hearts. It touches us a lot and may change your life. Let you know how to face the future life.
From that moment on, I knew there were such brave and strong people in my life.
From that moment on, I knew how proud I was to have the love of my parents.
On April 201April 0 14, an earthquake of magnitude 7. 1 occurred in Yushu, Qinghai.
Afterwards, a reporter interviewed a fifth-grade pupil whose name I don't remember. But his spirit will always be remembered in my heart. I learned from the interview that the little boy survived the earthquake. However, his parents died and so did his grandparents. Hearing this, my heart suddenly jumped violently and my mind went blank. What an unfortunate little boy, a family of five! In the blink of an eye, only this little boy was left. However, what I saw from his eyes was not despair, but a firm heart, a heart full of strong desire for life. My tears flowed out unconsciously, and I was touched and mixed with inferiority.
At first, as a junior high school student, I always relied on my parents. Once they were on a business trip, and it seemed like a week, leaving me alone to watch the door at home. Unexpectedly, the first night, I cried I was 15! Thinking of this, I am not as good as a little boy who is four years younger than me. However, from that moment on, I decided to be a strong person!
I remember that in Who's Who, although Beethoven was alert, he still did not give in to his fate and created a heroic movement.
I remember how steel was tempered. Paul devoted his life to the revolution. On one occasion, Paul was blind and physically disabled because of a serious injury. Although he had suicidal thoughts, he didn't give in and devoted himself to writing.
Are the strong in life. They faced God's injustice bravely. In the face of bad luck, they stood up bravely instead of giving in. I see ...
From that moment on, I will face life bravely.
From that moment on, I was full of confidence in life.
From that moment on, I want to be a strong man in life!
From that moment on, everyone understood the truth.
And I, in an argument with a friend, learned that friendship doesn't mean it will break up:
Everyone in my classmates should know that Han He and I are good friends. But I can argue with Han at lunch. (Introduction): Han and I are sitting at the same table. How time flies-everyone sitting in front of us has left, but we are still chatting. Korean Chen eats so slowly, (I think) he has been eating slowly there, just like a chicken pecking rice. I urged, "Why do you eat so slowly?" She seems to say impatiently,' Then you go first'. I am really speechless. Am I getting angry inside? But I want to go with Hu Yue. Hey, what should we do? Finally, the more I watch Korean chicks peck rice, the more I want to leave. So, finally decided. I stood up, looked at the Korean script and walked down the aisle. Hu Weiwei said; "Goodbye," I said; Don't say goodbye. On the way to the classroom door, I complained,' Oh, I didn't mean to wait for you. After walking to the classroom, I wrote the homework that the teacher said. "It's boring, why hasn't Hu Yue come yet?" I said to myself alone. Has it been a long time? (to me) Han He came in with a smile. At that time, I was sitting with Han. ) Han Jin went in. It seems that we quarreled again and started talking again. However, the most unexpected thing is that after class in the afternoon, the two of us made up again. Talk about topics together. It seems that this quarrel has never happened. ...
Friendship, these two words contain a deep meaning. Is everything between two friends, sometimes arguing for friendship, sometimes fighting for friendship, and sometimes cheating for friendship. ...
From that moment on, I understood what power is.
They all say that "you are not a true man until you reach the Great Wall". I've always wondered. Why did you become a hero when you reached the Great Wall? Finally, the opportunity came. That summer vacation, my mother and I came to Beijing. When I set foot on the first step of the Great Wall, I knew the difficulty of climbing the Great Wall-it was not as easy as I thought: the stone had been eroded by years and polished by the soles of countless tourists, and the original rough surface became very smooth. Looking up, it is a long road with no end, and many tourists go home halfway.
It deserves to be called the "Great Wall". The road is really long. Coupled with the steep and slow steps, it is extremely difficult to walk. At noon, the sun was shining, and in a short time, I was panting like an ox, my sweat kept dripping, and the road was at my feet, which seemed endless. My legs are like lead, and it takes a lot of effort to lift them every time. The Great Wall is getting harder and harder to climb, and the steep slope is getting bigger and bigger. The original crowded scene at the foot of the Great Wall disappeared, and only a few tourists struggled with me.
I gritted my teeth, persisted, persisted, and climbed the highest beacon tower on the Great Wall.
Standing on the beacon tower, you can see the panoramic view of the Great Wall. Magnificent, like a long dragon to leap, lying in the mountains. The city wall meanders like a snake along the direction of the mountain peak, changing from pale yellow to copper in the sunset.
It suddenly dawned on me that climbing the Great Wall is a test of perseverance. Some people go forward bravely, and some people retreat after knowing difficulties. The "Monument to Heroes" at the top of the Great Wall gives everyone a useful philosophy.
From that moment on, I learned to persist!
From that moment on, what is the turning point in your life? Now, let me talk about an important moment in my life.
For me, the important moment in my life is when I changed from a bad boy to a good boy. I used to be a lazy, willful and disobedient boy, but my grades were still good. From then on, I became a good boy.
That's the graduation exam for the sixth grade of primary school. I didn't review and entered the examination room with confidence, but the language was too simple, and my confidence changed from Chinese to arrogance! I finished the test paper without checking it.
Math was sloppy and the final paper was not finished. I began to worry about whether I could get good grades in the English exam. I took the English exam with pressure and nervousness, and finally made a mistake! I feel desperate and dare not go home. ...
Finally, I was so hungry that I went home. It was really a disaster! I didn't cough, but it went in one ear and out the other.
As soon as the exam results came out, I was blindsided! The total score is "298.5" ... it seems that I went to junior high school in No.2 Middle School. When I had this idea, my father said to me, "I don't want you to complain that I didn't let you study in a real middle school, which led to your ideal study failure in the senior high school entrance examination." Because you passed the third batch, I'll let you study, and the rest is up to you. If you can't get into high school again, go to an ordinary high school yourself! " Let's go "At that time, I didn't care at all because I didn't take it seriously.
On the day of registration, my parents took me to the experimental middle school to register. When I saw the number "15000", my heart suddenly cooled: this is not a small number for my family!
I saw all this, and the money in my father's bank card suddenly disappeared a lot.
On the way home, my parents didn't say anything, and the road was always deserted …
I ... really let myself and my family down. I shouldn't have spent so much money, but I ... well, it's all in the past. Now it depends on the front and the future!
From that moment on, I gradually changed and became harder and more obedient than before. In a word, everything is getting better now. This is an important moment and a turning point in my life.
From that moment on, composition 12 in mid-August, it was a hot summer day with sunny days. There were bursts of piano sounds in the room. Yes, I am practicing the piano. The exam is coming soon, so I have been "holding ice" these days, gritting my teeth and practicing hard! Countless times I thought about giving up, but when I thought about learning the piano for the first time, I couldn't let go and had to practice:
I learned guzheng from an "accidental" appreciation. I came out of piano class that day (I learned the piano first and then the guzheng), and when I went back, I passed by the guzheng classroom, and I was suddenly attracted by the quaint and elegant piano sound inside. The ethereal voice is euphemistic and graceful, with a little euphemistic softness. With the ups and downs of the piano, I seem to have played a wonderful TV series in front of my eyes. I'm really fascinated! Guzheng is penetrating, crisp, cheerful and elegant ... very similar to my personality, and I was tempted at once. It seems that from that moment on, I made up my mind.
From that moment on, I decided. Aren't you going to learn the piano? But to turn to the guzheng.
From that moment on, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, or windy and rainy, I will come to the Guzheng classroom to practice the piano as scheduled. My arms are sore and my hands are numb every time I practice. The boring practice every night makes me impatient, and I begin to become irritable. I even wanted to give up, but thinking of the original intention of learning piano, I began to practice hard again. A few years later, from a "novice" who knows nothing, I slowly practiced hard and was admitted. Finally, he became an excellent student, who could play coherent and beautiful music and learn something. These may all come from my determination and confidence in learning guzheng at that moment! In the future study career, I will study hard, supplement my own shortcomings, and try to pop up my own style.
Put down the pen, I wrapped my nails and devoted myself to practicing the piano. From that moment on, I tasted the ups and downs of practice and realized what perseverance is.
From that moment on, I have always had a bad impression of my mother. Growing up, I seldom saw her once a day. Now, as soon as I get home, I hear her howling like a wolf.
Being at school for a week is tiring enough, and there is no quiet space to rest when I get home. She doesn't care about me, as if I were unimportant in her eyes. I don't want to go home now, I don't want to listen to the noise, and I don't want to see her.
Another Sunday, alas! As soon as I entered the door, I heard her talking to herself: "Every day, I can't drag, drag and get dirty. I have been working all day, and I can't even maintain a bathroom." Before I played the game, I heard: "I turned on the computer again. Have you finished your homework? " Did you take a shower? Your eyes don't want it! "After finishing my homework, I sat in front of the TV. Another message came: "I haven't watched TV for a while, I just play and can't do anything!" " "I finally couldn't help it:" What do you want me to do? I have nothing good in your eyes. You nag all day and don't bother me! " Then I went to clean up.
It took a long time to find that there was no movement.
At dinner, her eyes were red and she didn't say a word. I'm still secretly proud. I finally stopped nagging and returned to a quiet world.
In the following weeks, she never mentioned me again. I'm really not used to it, but it hurts her too much.
One night, about ten o'clock, I slept and woke up. When I heard a noise outside, I quietly went out to have a look. Who knows, she is still busy in the kitchen, the ground is wet and the balcony is covered with wet clothes. Looking at her busy figure, my heart ached, and something flowed into my mouth, which was terrible.
I went back to bed. Under the covers, I decided that from that moment on, as her daughter, I would live in peace with her and help her do some housework. At least, I shouldn't make her cry.
From that moment on, composition 14 I don't know how many ups and downs there are in life, but is this life? I think if that's all, it's too sad and chilling. ...
I had a big break in physical education and talked a few words when I was bored. But these words almost make me regret for a lifetime, because I almost lost a good friend. I returned the basketball with my friends on the way and finally caught up with the big army. We heard a friend scold us on the way. What I really don't understand is why did he do that, just because I didn't return the basketball to him? When I was angry, I said the zodiac. He used to say he was as old as me, but now he says he is younger than me, so he talks to class from downstairs. He gave me a push when I was about to return to my original position. I can't stand it. Scold me and push me! So I got into a fight with him, but that's when he said he wanted to break up with me. In a rage, I said firmly: "Good!" That's it. After the incident, I thought calmly: am I really a heartless person? Can brothers only believe the momentary words of an outsider and ignore their friendship? But the words have been said, I don't want to think the worst, so I delude myself into thinking that tomorrow will be fine. But as soon as we met, he ignored me as an invisible man. Actually, I'm both at fault But at that moment, I walked up the steps alone in despair. ...
Now, if I can do it again, I'd rather do it again. Say "I'm sorry!" Loudly, but that's the truth. It's impossible to do it again. From that moment on, I finally understood the true meaning of this world: to be invincible, friendship must start with trust!
From that moment on, crumpled rice paper was scattered in the study, and Yo-Yo Ma's classical cello became heavier and heavier. For months, I couldn't find my way. ...
This may be the biggest bottleneck I have encountered in learning calligraphy for so long. Yan Zhenqing's "Draft for Sacrificing a Nephew" was copied for nearly four months. At first, the structure was similar, and the strokes were similar, until finally the hairspring reached a deep similarity. But the teacher always said something was missing, so I kept practicing. Then crush a hopeful rice paper. Yan Zhenqing was able to splash ink like this because he was in a state of mind at that time and naturally could not understand the emotions revealed by calligraphy. I have always believed that the highest realm of calligraphy is not whether it is similar or not, but a self-created style. Now I'm trapped in this frame, and I can't find my way at all.
By chance, I was lucky enough to come to the Shanghai Museum and enjoy Mi Fei's The Story of a Multi-view Building. Among thousands of works, I only fell in love with it. It is a well-deserved "brush character", and there are cadences between the side pens. The pen is bold and bold, and the middle is slightly lighter, which shows its boldness. Between dozens of crosses that seem to be separated and connected, I actually realized a kind of clarity that I have never seen before.
From that moment on, I seemed to throw away Yan Zhenqing's restraint and was deeply triggered by "brushing words". What's more, Mi Fei has accumulated his own unique style by copying hundreds of kinds of calligraphy.
At the moment when I started writing again, the ink was scattered on the rice paper like flowing water. Although there is still the original shadow, but the mentality has changed greatly, pursuing the direction of calligraphy. Perhaps the direction of life is the same. When I go through a busy review stage, I always trap myself in a thick pile of materials. Sometimes, we should open our hearts and enjoy different scenery in order to gain the most essential truth. Maybe if you think about it from another angle, you will feel a bright future.
I smoothed the pieces of broken rice paper and enjoyed the classical cello sound. From that moment on, I realized a direction of calligraphy and a direction of life, just like Liang Shiqiu said, "Everything is gorgeous and plain again."