Bitterness is also happiness. As the saying goes, pain is sweet. Yes, without bitterness, there is no sweetness. Bitterness and pleasure are like twin brothers, which coexist. Only after suffering can you taste the sweetness.
I often hear some classmates complain and cry: "It's too hard to study!" Learning is really hard, but have they tasted the happiness contained in it?
Seeing that the quiz was coming, the math teacher took out another set of papers. Every day is a busy online class, and the dazzling array of papers makes people breathless. At six or seven o'clock every morning, I bid farewell to my "beloved" bed and set foot on the "road of online class" for a day. Although the network class teacher spoke very carefully, the "high-speed" teaching kept me in a state of high tension. As night fell, I stayed up for seven hours, and then I was awakened by the damn alarm clock. The flowers in full bloom outside the window are flawless, and the crisp birdsong on the tree seems to have nothing to do with me. It's like this every day. It's sad.
Although the learning process is hard. But it's not all in vain. After the test, I scored 95 points, only one question was wrong, and my face immediately showed a smug smile, and everyone jumped high. Parents have also turned off the blame and urging mode and kept praising, which will give birth to some comfort in their hearts; The teacher is also praising himself, and the joy in his heart is beyond words; I will feel very proud to see the great praise of my classmates. Just like the sweetness of harvesting the fruit on the tree after autumn, isn't this the joy bred from suffering?
In my study life, I deeply realized that learning is a road full of thorns. When you go through all kinds of hardships to open up a smooth road, the wonderful feeling of winding paths is really hilarious. It was the light after the clouds cleared, the sudden breakthrough of obstacles and the sweetness after suffering.
Facts have proved that there is a dialectical relationship between suffering and happiness: there is no happiness without suffering, and happiness is in suffering. In my study life, even in my later life, I will never give up my efforts and pursuits. I will work hard to create and explore with tenacious perseverance, and in this way, I will have fun in suffering!
Xia Feng brushed my face, blew over the mountains and jumped over the flowers. The mountain with green brilliance stands in front of my eyes, and I can't help but want to climb to the top. In the thick summer, I realized the happiness of suffering.
Needless to say, Yinchuan is the endless top of the mountain. The ancient trees in the mountain are vigorous and tall, and the red flowers at the foot of the mountain are enough to attract me. My parents and I set foot on the mountain road and embarked on an unforgettable journey. A little wind blew at the foot of the mountain, and my heart was carried to the top of the mountain by the wind. I couldn't help but step up and climb. Sweat swirled overhead, gently slipped down and flowed down the neck. Sweat soaked my skirt, but my steps were still extremely light. I stepped on the stone steps and climbed up with difficulty. I was even more anxious when I saw that my mother had left me. Gradually, my steps slowed down and the sweat on my head flowed more happily. My footsteps gradually changed from light to heavy, and there were many obstacles ahead. The winding mountain road shook my heart.
I don't know how long it took, but I struggled to climb halfway up the mountain. It's a little cold in the mountains and a little empty in the wind, but I'm dragging my feet and groping my way. Every step, my feet are full of terrible pain. The scorching sun scorched the earth and dispersed those empty souls. I was a little discouraged and went straight to the side of the road and collapsed in a chair. The parents in front are still insisting, looking back at me and saying, come on! Almost to the top of the mountain! I don't know if it's true or not, but my last hope is lit again. "Let's go," my mother shouted. I raised my lead-pouring feet again and walked forward with stiff steps. I forgot my fatigue and walked on to the top of the mountain. Only then did I find that the graceful scenery along the way was so beautiful, and several wild flowers were mixed among the green mountains and forests, embellishing the peaks all over the mountains with more vitality. I have long been intoxicated by the beautiful and charming scenery, enjoying it quietly and intoxicated.
Unconsciously, I walked to the top of the mountain, which was quiet and seemed a little empty. Looking down, I can see all the beautiful scenery. Passers-by climbing the mountain flashed like running water in the forest. Another ray of blazing sunshine sprinkled on my face, and I forgot my fatigue and continued to enjoy the scenery all over the mountain. There is a small piece of green gauze floating between heaven and earth, which covers the waters of Qian Shan. The ripples of sunshine rippled in my heart, and I finally realized the joy of climbing.
On the haystack in Yau Ma Tei, a boy named Bronze sat motionless and looked at a golden sunflower field. He saw the sunflower, and the sunflower waved to him. Bronze forgot the tall haystack and ran over ... "Sunflowers, sunflower flowers ..." The dumb boy could speak again.
A burst of sadness slowly welled up in my heart.
The bronze family is the poorest in Yau Ma Tei, but his family is the most upright in Yau Ma Tei. Bronze grandma is clean and simple; His parents are hardworking and kind; Bronze, smart and honest.
Sunflower's mother died a long time ago, and his father accidentally drowned when he gave up sketching. Sunflowers in Bad karma were brought up by the bronze family, and they began a painful but happy life. Bronze gave up the opportunity to study in order to let his sister study. Grandma, dad and mom felt a burst of sadness. Mother sympathized with him, but he just smiled and hid all the pain.
Sunflower is unfortunate, but she is also lucky. In order not to let their daughter suffer, the Bronze family can live a good life, scrimping and saving bit by bit and saving money bit by bit. Sunflowers are also sensible, filial and diligent, and the family faces a difficult life together.
The novel is true and pure, with exquisite brushwork, elegant words and high aesthetic level ... It touches the readers' hearts bit by bit, as if words are fresh life, and then tells us a sour story.
As the sun sets, bronze sunflower stands in the city square, brilliant, sacred and peaceful. And when they sit on Okawabe, watching the shimmer of blue waves and listening to the sound of reeds, they can't help but feel a burst of sadness in their hearts. Sunflowers are leaving, and bronze cherishes every day.
Sunflower left, bronze became silent.
Seeing this, I was deeply moved. The two get along day and night, and the brothers and sisters are deep. Sunflowers always remember their brothers, and bronze always remembers their sisters.
People who suffer also have happiness, and in life, a little happiness floats into their hearts. Pain makes people strong. We should face up to suffering and pain. Frustration is tempering our will, and difficulties are tempering our soul. Beyond the stormy waves, there is a mirror sky. Pain and happiness go hand in hand. When you encounter pain, you will encounter happiness, and cherishing pain is also cherishing happiness.
The growth process of bronze sunflower, in today's happy society, also gives us inspiration: suffering makes people strong!
Bitterness is also happiness. The moonlight is bright, just like shining white silk, quiet and serene. I stood in the corridor of the dormitory, maintaining the rhythm of the dormitory. This kind of life is both bitter and happy.
It's bedtime, and everyone else is already sleeping in bed. However, I stood in the corridor of the dormitory, maintaining the discipline of the dormitory. I stand there alone every day, recalling the harsh words of my classmates during the day, and feel a little sad because of my incomprehensible eyes.
The sky is getting heavier and heavier. There are stars blinking at me in the sky. I looked at the sky and continued to check my sleep. Put your ear close to the door and listen carefully with your ears. I leaned against the door and examined my bed carefully. If there is a noise, open the door and go in. It's like this every day, repeating the same action. I've been bored countless times, which makes me want to give up.
I remember once, the head nurse cleaned the corridor at the door. Although the corridor is not long, the bumpy concrete floor is always not so easy to sweep. The teacher who was alone was there silently sweeping. She has a lot of things to do every day, and sometimes she has to sweep the corridor at night. Once I asked her why she didn't ask the students to sweep together. She replied, "Students should study during the day and have a good rest at night." The teacher's words inspired me and encouraged me with actions. I regained my confidence and persisted.
As the health Commissioner in my class, it's my turn to have a health check-up. I went to the third grade to check with check card. Seeing the rubbish on the ground, I bent down to reach for it and threw it into the trash can. Perhaps this casual move was seen by them, or perhaps for some reason, it was obviously much cleaner when it was checked again. Isn't this painful and happy?
Repeat the same thing every day, although it will be sad, boring and hard. But it is also full of infinite interest. There are many bittersweet things in life, and there will be rewards if you pay. Everything has a causal relationship, don't give up, stick to it!
The bright moonlight remains. I'm still standing there, the stars in the night sky are still hanging in the sky, blinking bright eyes. There are many such things in life. This is bitterness and joy!
Day after day, year after year, I repeatedly associate calligraphy classes at home, and calligraphy has lost its innocence. I can't help feeling smug. More advanced calligraphy seems to have stopped my energy, surrounded by full-page practice all day, and my learning intensity has increased. After a class, my fingers ached, but I also sharpened my will. The word was affirmed by the teacher and finally showed its elegance in the competition. This reward may be the fun of calligraphy.
Spread out a roll of ordinary paper, pick up the pen, hold your breath, and the pen tip touches the paper, like a fish waking up in the water, splashing freely on the paper and flowing freely, showing its pride. Although it is not as grand and vigorous as a brush, it loves to bloom new life in this pen tip, as if giving life to those words and vividly presenting them, and suddenly it is the pleasure of calligraphy.
Hard work and painting will bring you elegance on paper, which will present a kind of beauty and bittersweet. Standing in front of a small desk, I was absorbed in writing, leaving strong handwriting on ordinary paper and rubbing broken copybooks, and I couldn't help but recall the hard but interesting road of calligraphy.
When I first entered the teacher's school, I came into contact with the word "calligraphy" for the first time. With curiosity and ignorance, it seemed as if I had entered the door of a new world. But tedious basic skills and boring strokes gradually erased my calendar. Perhaps because of the expectation of the later courses, I endured it, but after all, I couldn't bear to live up to my mother's expectations. After several classes, my handwriting is more correct, and I feel a little happy to see my mother's smile. I think it's funny.
A little bigger, the immature brushwork has gradually matured. Although it is far from the teacher, it is not bad. This little pride weakens the inner boredom. It is also because of such efforts that I got my first certificate, felt the joy of success, and looked at the bright certificate and got my inner satisfaction. I naively thought that this was the fun of calligraphy.
Life is like a bitter cup of coffee, which enriches our life and gives us many emotional experiences. At first, people feel bitter, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that there is also a kind of sweetness.
At night, the sky is covered with large dark clouds, covering the sunset and the new moon. I was depressed and went home with that unsatisfactory report card. My parents have always been concerned about my grades. Seeing my appearance, they looked at each other and were busy preparing dinner without asking much. My heart is like a boulder, and I always feel suffocated, leaving me with no appetite for eating. I simply took two bites and then went back to the house. When correcting the wrong question, looking at the bright red "fork", the stone in my heart seems to be a little heavy.
I can't sleep in bed at night, so I want to get up and look outside. I came to the balcony, and the summer wind was not particularly cold, but with a faint fragrance of flowers, which was blown away by insects and frogs everywhere. The clouds in the sky don't seem to be as thick as during the day, and they are as white as veils. The wind moved the clouds, and the clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a bright and quiet full moon. It seems that the full moon has never been touched or infected by dark clouds, but it has been emitting its due brilliance. Breaking through the fog is bright, no, it is brighter! Dim the brilliance of the stars. I remembered what happened during the day. It was a blow, but it wasn't a temper, was it? Turn setbacks in life into driving forces for progress. When you walk through the dark clouds in your heart, you will find that these hardships are not a joy when the clouds are open and the moon is bright.
I thought a lot that night, and my thoughts gradually became clear. Finally, I fell asleep with a sweet smile and a moonlight pillow.
The next day, I went to school with a positive attitude. My classmates looked at me in surprise: "Aren't you sad about yesterday?" I smiled and didn't answer. I know that there are many pains in life, just like the darkness and long before the pupa breaks its cocoon. We look forward to it in pain, get inspiration from breaking through obstacles again and again, and grow up gradually. Many times, many "hurdles" that we think we can't get through, from another angle, we will find that winding paths are also possible. In this process of intertwined bitterness and joy, we mature and grow bit by bit.
-both bitter and happy.
Whether it is bitter or happy Composition 7 School life is bittersweet, and some "bitterness" must be faced; And that happiness is a flower picked up by stepping on thorns.
The class began, and the math teacher came in. First of all, we had a "politics" class for a while. Seeing that most students were sleepy, they turned on the computer and told us a new lesson.
The content of that class is difficult and the rules are not easy to understand. Looking at the vacant eyes of most students, I was thinking, "How to do this problem?" After the teacher explained what to learn in this lesson, he found a problem for us to do by ourselves, and we thought hard. I still haven't found the answer to that question. Finally, it was at the teacher's prompt that I gradually got an idea. Learning is like this: bitter, but we are not tired of this kind of life, because we know that reading poetry with taste is bitter, expectations are bitter, and the result is bitter.
Class, the rhythm is tense. However, physical education class, who was thinking about her, came, and her joy was beyond words.
After class, the students immediately rushed to the playground with the ball, just waiting for the bell to ring.
The PE teacher came slowly with the bell. We quickly stood in a row and watched the PE teacher together, for fear of provoking him and canceling classes. We started the 1 activity in physical education class-running. In the process of running, everyone was enthusiastic, spread their legs, sped on the court, shed sweat and footprints, leaving behind youthful figures and a string of cheerful laughter.
At the moment when the PE teacher announced the dissolution, it was like we got an Amnesty, because we could have a lot of free time. My classmates play basketball, some are playing football, and some are chasing and running in front of the gym. ...
On the physical education class, we are happy. We don't have to consider our homework or worry about it. We failed in the exam and were scolded by our teachers and parents.
School life has its ups and downs, and we will not give up the ups and downs on the way for the sunrise at the top of the mountain; I won't give up the distance for now. We are bittersweet, and we cherish it.
It's a miracle that an old plum tree in No.8 yard lived for decades without freezing to death!
But in last year's heavy snow, it was ill-fated and tenacious, which made me remember it vividly. ...
The snow this year is much heavier than in previous years. Snow as big as pearls fell from the sky and fell to the ground, splashing around and falling in a corner of the ground. Just one night, the snow didn't reach my instep. Thick and white. Carpets made of velvet, smooth and pollution-free, span the earth's surface.
Walking out of the house and stepping on the snow, the rain seeped into the snow, slipped from the forehead and fell to the ground, forming small ice crystals. I open my arms and embrace this piece of snow. Inadvertently looked up and saw the old plum tree in the corner.
Shahuang-like stems are curly, with thick branches and thin branches extending in different directions. However, what really makes me feel incredible is the buds standing proudly on every branch! Small and exquisite, full of business, towering leafless branches, dotted with pure white, its charm naturally overflows the bottom of my heart. …
But my eyes are as red as the eyes of a sad rabbit, and tears almost come to my eyes. Slightly trembling hands can't help touching the buds of plum blossoms, leaving deep and shallow footprints in the snow.
Plum blossoms that bloom three months late, I pray for it day and night. At this time three months ago, I was used to taking photos with it and whispering, waiting for the flowers to bloom next year. But now, three months later, there are still buds that have died before they fully bloom! It's snowing harder and harder, and I can't help watching it shivering in the snow. I turned to leave, perhaps with hope, perhaps with the determination to eradicate it tomorrow. ...
The next day, the sun finally came out slightly and shed some sunshine. I walked to it with tears in my eyes, watered my best friend for the last time and looked at it. Suddenly, what's that? This is a plum blossom. Flowering. I'm so happy that I can't wait to hug it. I don't have to send it away, because this year's flowers are finally in bloom!
Perhaps, the snow is too heavy, it needs perseverance to resist, or perhaps, it needs time to rise! In short, after a cold winter, the most beautiful flowers on the branches opened their smiles and bloomed their lives. ...
Looking at this plum blossom, I seem to understand a life-long truth. ...
Bitterness is also pleasure. Without the pain of falling off a cliff, how can an eagle fly freely in the blue sky? How can pearls shine without the repeated kneading of mussels? Bitterness and happiness coexist, and eagle produces happiness through pain.
Grandma is a typical peasant woman. When she was a child, she was too poor to go to school and worked hard every day. When I was a child, I often saw the fingers of my grandmother's right hand bend, which was the result of long work. Every winter, grandma starts to buy cotton and cloth to make cotton-padded clothes for us. Looking at grandma's back in and out, I feel distressed, but grandma enjoys it. She makes cotton-padded clothes for us with her crooked fingers every day. After a long time, her eyes could not see clearly. Everyone advised grandma not to do it, but she picked up the needle and thread again and again.
I asked my grandmother why she had to work so hard. Wouldn't it be better to spend all her time on TV making cotton-padded clothes every day?
Grandma said: "when people are old, some things can't be shared with children, and sometimes they will get into trouble." Now I just want to do something for them. Although it is tiring to make cotton-padded clothes every day, I can make them feel that they are still valuable and have the ability to do something for their children. As long as I think that my children and others can feel the warmth in my clothes, I am satisfied.
After listening to grandma's words, tears swirled in her eyes. Grandma works hard every day but doesn't feel bitter, because she enjoys it, enjoys it and enjoys suffering. No wonder grandma's clothes are full of sunshine and happiness. With grandma's sunshine cotton-padded clothes, I have the hope of overcoming difficulties.
In fact, many things in life are like this. If you find interest in things, hard life will be full of happiness. Although you face hard things, you can enjoy them and not feel bitter. This kind of thing is both bitter and enjoyable.
Bitterness is also pleasure. Everything has two sides.
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Just as a coin has two sides, everything has two sides.
Some people say that it is better to be straightforward than to learn from the sea. Yes, it is hard to learn from those people, which has become the reason why they neglect their studies. On the contrary, someone changed the same sentence to "there is no limit to learning". Obviously, these people have found the pleasure of learning, so learning has become a happy thing, and their grades will naturally get better and better.
In this case, the question comes, why the same sentence and the same thing will become two completely different views in the hearts of two people?
Of course, this question can't be a simple sentence. Don't forget that everything has two sides. In fact, learning this thing is also a pleasure in suffering. Both views have more or less misunderstandings.
Learning is bitter, which everyone must realize! For the limited training and monthly exams several times a week and several days a month, we are tireless, dare not be distracted in class, complete our homework with good quality and quantity, and do some outward bound training. It can be said that sleeping at ten o'clock is a luxury. How can it not be bitter?
Learning is also fun, and this view may lead to differences. Don't argue yet. Listen to me. In the process of learning, you will inevitably encounter all kinds of wonderful questions and papers. When you are troubled by a series of questions for a long time, you suddenly think of a certain knowledge point. This question is just right. You solved it, checked the answer, and found that what you did was right! The mood at that time was unspeakable happiness! A test paper in front of me, after a few minutes, was found to be a perfect score. Unless the test paper is really simple or many people get full marks, your heart will definitely be a little excited. How can you say that you are unhappy?
Learning and overcoming its hardships are his refreshing happiness. However, people who can't stand the hardships of learning and miss the happiness of learning abound. How can people who have never tasted this incomparable joy have fighting spirit?
Learning is both bitter and enjoyable, depending on how you treat it.
What a bittersweet composition 1 1 That time, I learned a new term: piano.
At that moment, I had an indissoluble bond with it.
It was a concert. When my mother told me it was a fresh concert, I didn't believe it. As far as I know, concerts are all the same. What's new? But I was soon shocked. I cann't believe this instrument can make such a beautiful sound. What my mother didn't expect was that it was that concert that made me completely destined for the piano. After returning home, the tea is not fragrant and I can't sleep well; I pestered my mother to learn piano for me. No way, after repeated discussions, I decided to let me learn.
But when I started learning, I realized how difficult it was to learn the piano. Every note is as hard to catch as a loach in a pond. Fingers don't listen to the command at all, and all kinds of skills on the piano can't be made at all. Sometimes even the teacher is angry, punish me: practice for me 50 times here, and then stop after practice! My tears swirled in my eyes, but they also strengthened my determination.
The most uncomfortable thing is that in summer, the sun hangs high in the sky. It seems that everything has lost its vitality because of the fierce sunshine barbecue. The leaves are swaying weakly and the flowers hang their heads. Only the occasional cicada singing and cicada singing can make people feel refreshed. Me, too. The hot air is extremely sultry, and my heart is restless. At this time, I encountered difficulties in music score, and I couldn't practice it anyway. After playing for a while, I couldn't help crying. I even began to doubt whether I was fit to play the piano.
What happened some time ago came to my mind.
A friend of mom's came to see us. Seeing me practicing there, I was puzzled and asked why I was practicing. He also enlightened me not to study for various reasons. ...
Thought of here, my heart is about to collapse. But suddenly I remembered what I once said: No matter how difficult it is, I will stick to it and never give up! I pulled myself together a little to sober myself up. Time and time again, I finally succeeded in constant practice. Outside the window, a butterfly quietly stopped on the windowsill, looking colorful against the sunshine.
This experience has made me progress for a long time. I will keep playing and never give up.