When life is not going well, you need to come out. To know whether it's good or bad. -inscription
Get rid of inferiority complex
There is a duck. He doesn't look like other ducks. He is ugly. He hates God for not giving him a beautiful face. He was laughed at. Finally, one day, he couldn't stand the ridicule of others any longer. He left this sad place, left this place where people laughed at him, and walked all the way. Many days later, he came to a lake and put his head in it. Looking at it, I found that I was not that ugly duck anymore. Turned into a swan. Later, he no longer felt inferior. He came out. How proud he is, he no longer has to be afraid of being laughed at.
This is the story of an ugly duckling.
Get out of failure
As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. Failure is the foundation of success.
An inventor failed in countless experiments, but he didn't give up. He kept studying and finally found a material with good conductivity and high melting point-tungsten wire. He invented the light bulb. He is Edison.
This story tells us not to give up, but to keep trying.
Chapter 2: It's good to come out.
In the philosophy of life, today and tomorrow are like two sides of the same coin. They are just different in design, but people always look forward to tomorrow and miss yesterday, but it is easy to lose the connection between yesterday and tomorrow.
I want to read extracurricular books today; Want to visit a sick friend; Want to play the piano; Want to practice calligraphy; But time slipped away in my hesitation. Like a bird flying past my window at dusk, it's hard to find a trace. After a sigh, I can only pack today and give it to yesterday to take away. How many tomorrows have turned into today and returned to yesterday, and who can grasp which day? I was lost in thought.
I opened the ancient poem: "Tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. I will live tomorrow and everything will be fine. "
Enter the field of vision; I opened a great chapter: "When you learn to cherish today, you will cherish your future."
It suddenly dawned on me that a brick moved here today. Although it is not simple enough, it can cushion your height tomorrow. today
It's your cotton-padded jacket. Although it is not rich enough, it can block the cold for you. Today is a drop of water under the tap. Small as it is, it can flow into the sea on the horizon. ...
It turns out that the glory of life can not be pinned on the distant future, nor can it be attributed to the past yesterday, but only to live every day in a meaningful way.
Whether it rains or snows today; Whether it is sunny or cloudy today. Countless today has left a mark on your life. So please cherish today.
What a nice day!
Chapter 3: It's good to be out.
Summer night. The billowing heat wave in mid-air devours the graceful figure of spring like a vicious dog. In this bustling city, every corner has become its territory. When the night came and the glitz disappeared, I found that the heat wave seemed to leave something behind.
I am struggling and wandering helplessly in this cruel reality. I tried to recall my dreams when I was young, so dreamy, so gorgeous, so beautiful, and at the same time so unimaginable. I don't know whether I should continue to struggle towards my dream. After all, the law of the jungle has hurt me thousands of times, and my body and mind have long been black and blue. My body seems to be trampled by the devil and full of pain.
I closed my heart. I hate that noisy world. I am tired of that flashy reality. I close my heart and try to close all my thoughts. I don't want to leave this gloomy world at all. I would rather be a morbid self than face that cruel reality.
However, I finally began to get tired of this decadent life.
Finally, I began to meditate.
I have a dream. Should I pursue it? To tell you the truth, I tried it more than once. I studied hard and pushed myself into the vast ocean of learning. Faced with this large number of book exercises, I can only cover up my endless dark panic by constantly refreshing myself. However, for me, this is completely beyond my ability.
I even began to understand my own mentality more and more-I want to catch up, but I can't catch up, just like racing with a passing meteor. I see, what the storm left is impetuous.
I'm thinking again. Why impetuous, how can we restrain impetuous.
Thinking about it, I found some pots of plants on the balcony. Plants in nature are not impetuous.
No matter how the wind and rain destroy them, they can always grow up against the wind and rain. From drilling out of the earth to growing into towering trees, at least they never give up their attachment to life, and will not let the wind and rain become the devil that deprives them, and will not lose their way because of the disturbance of the wind and rain. They can even let the wind and rain nourish themselves and let them grow, grow and grow faster.
Why can't I be like them?
I can't choose reality, I can choose mentality. I was impetuous at that time. I must have never imagined that I could get such a profound truth from just a few pots of plants.
Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and a white lightning flashed across the horizon. The downpour washed the city. In an instant, a cool breeze blew in from the window. My heart seems to have been washed again. It's like walking out of the smog and seeing another village.
I began to recall my dreams again. This time, I shed my impetuous skin. I try to find my goal and calm my heart. No matter what setbacks I encounter, I will let these failed situations become "nourishment" to nourish me and make me thrive. I began to find a quiet environment to find my original self, get out of anxiety, impulsiveness, impatience, loneliness, loneliness and aimlessness, and step into another beautiful door.
Just get rid of impetuousness. It's good to have a dream. Just come out.
Chapter 4: It's good to come out.
Noisy, noisy, crowded and turbid air seem to have become synonymous with cities. Limited by reinforced concrete, we live in a narrow space and become cold and mechanical. One day, I was tired of this life. I want to go out into nature and experience the colorful world outside!
After running for several hours, I finally came to the foot of Mount Tai. Looking at the towering Mount Tai in front of me, I can't help but sigh, this is the pure land I am looking for! The mountain wind gently blows in Taian in the morning. Waves of fresh and sweet air caressed me gently with the wind and surrounded me. From this wind, I feel unprecedented purity, sweetness and coolness; From this wind, I realized its tranquility and purity. No impetuousness, no pollution, and I feel comfortable all over. This is absolutely incomparable in the city. Get rid of impetuousness and euphoria, just come out!
Walking on the ancient stone steps in the mountains, you can see everything in green. There are tens of thousands of trees in the mountains, towering into the sky. Standing on Mount Tai, they witnessed the changes of the small town, the sea and mulberry fields in the mountains. In the morning, rays of warm sunshine penetrate through the gaps between trees and are colorful. Leaves rustle and sway in the wind. How desirable this green mountain forest is! In nostalgia, everything gradually quieted down, and only the murmur of the stream was heard in my ear. The sun shines brightly on the clear stream, reflecting countless dazzling rays. Holding a clear spring in your hand is cool and comfortable. Time flies, Taishan seems to be reborn, flowers, birds, fish and insects all appear, unknown birds jump on the branches and wake up the silent forest all night; Tadpoles play happily in the water; Grasshoppers have also started a busy and fulfilling day ... which I have never seen in the city! Feel the beat of life, the breath of nature, it's good to come out!
Just come out! This is so fresh and relaxed, such an unprecedented sight, breathing fresh air and listening to the voice of nature ... it's good to return to nature, life, life and beauty.
Chapter 5: It's good to come out, 700 words.
Sunlight reflected mottled shadows on the ground through five fingers, and my eyes narrowed. Take a deep breath and welcome me to a brand-new future. Well, it's good to be out!
"What? No prize! " The news came as a bolt from the blue and woke me up in an instant, as if someone had poured cold water on me. A feeling of sadness spread from my heart, filled my whole body and eroded my heart. It's like falling into an endless abyss, and it's dark. How can I accept this incredible fact?
I've already paid. Every night, even the bugs stop singing. I am the only one sitting quietly at my desk to solve the problem. My fingers are a symbol of fatigue, and the exercises I have completed are the best proof. In fact, the night is lonely, tired and hard, as always. But now, all my efforts have been reduced to ashes with a flick of a finger.
Reluctantly, I closed my eyes, and tears rolled down my cheeks, dripping down my chin and blooming into a gorgeous flower. Is it to stand up? Or give up? I don't know, really don't know.
I decided to go out to play.
Walking through the fields and looking at weeping willows, the lotus leaves in the pool are cold and silent. Suddenly, a white butterfly caught my eye deeply. It may be hurt. Flap your wings hard, once, twice, three times ... still no success. "Hum, no matter how hard you try, it is useless." I smiled bitterly. It seems to want to prove itself, constantly flashing its wings and struggling to move.
I seem to see my own shadow in it. Once upon a time, I thought it was average, and I failed again and again, but there was nothing I could do. Now I can't fly. I turned my head and couldn't bear to watch any more.
I don't know how long it took, but a butterfly flew slowly in front of my eyes, its wings shaking stiffly. Is that the one just now? There was a flash of joy and hope in my heart. Looking back, the original position is really gone. The golden sunshine shines softly on it, and I see pride and the future.
As long as I don't give up and get ready again, I will definitely fly again. A small butterfly is ok, so can I.
The blue sky is as clear as blue crystal, the warm sunshine illuminates my heart, and a little bit of sentiment lurks in my heart, which makes me full of faith and confidence. Just come out!
Chapter 6: It's good to come out, 700 words.
In junior high school, the pressure is obviously heavier than before, and the knowledge learned is deeper than before. The previous tests of Grade One failed. Maybe it was just an "accident"! I licked the wound carefully. But there are many accidents and my heart is broken bit by bit. Why, I already paid! I wailed like a badly wounded baby eagle. Is it doomed to rolling in the deep at the beginning? I often ask myself.
The final grade came out, math: 106. God, I really can't believe that with this piece of paper, I dare not face the three numbers "106". They seem to be laughing at me: "give up, friends who are doomed to failure!" " For an instant, I trembled and tears filled my eyes. How can I miss those who support me and encourage me to explain? I let them down too much. ...
After school, I sat on the playground alone, just sitting there. The wind is very strong, and I look at the trees nearby. Linlin's broken leaves were scattered all over the floor, and then I lay there quietly, ending my short life. I noticed the spider web on the branch-a yellow butterfly stuck to it and struggled there desperately. Hey, butterfly, butterfly, what's the use of doing this? Save your energy. Suddenly, a touch of yellow flashed through my sight-she succeeded. I paused for a moment and suddenly realized: don't I look like her? Yes, you should keep working harder and work harder than others! In the face of such a small setback, you are helpless and arrogant. How can we realize our dream and fly to the blue sky?
In this way, inspired by a little butterfly, I decided to come out, hold my head high and move forward. I work harder than usual. I bought one tutorial book after another, and I listened carefully before I opened my eyes completely in the morning. Math is my weakness, and my father corrected my math mistakes. After half a semester, I learned a whole hundred words ... I was as hungry as a bird, sucking milk and looking forward to flying into the blue sky as soon as possible.
"Every disappointment is arranged in good faith, depending on how much I hope ... I am not afraid of failure, I believe that I am unbeaten, and how can I live well without pain ..." I often hum this song "Unbeaten".
Many things happen, and I, I succeeded. ...
Yes, it's good to get out! composition
Chapter 7: It's good to come out, 900 words.
Walking on a rainy street, when you are in such a mood, the sky is generally full of gloom. There are water drops on my face, I don't know if it is tears or rain.
Into the bedroom, the whole body has been soaked, but there is no feeling. Lonely, I once again took out the devastated test paper, and the shocking numbers on it have been printed in my heart, just like a ruthless sword piercing my heart again and again, making me unable to breathe with pain. I paid, I tried. Every night, even the insects stop singing. I am the only one who sits quietly at my desk and overcomes problems. A light that is still on is a sign of diligence. Pain from fingers is a symbol of fatigue; And the completed exercises are the best proof. In fact, what is loneliness, fatigue and hardship at night? As long as you get something, everything can be ignored, and now, all your efforts are reduced to ashes in a snap of your fingers.
Reluctantly, I closed my eyes, and tears rolled down my cheeks, dripping down my chin on the floor and blooming into a gorgeous flower. Is it to stand up? Or give up? I don't know. I really don't know. My face was full of tears. I shook my head hard and tried to wake myself up.
When I was alone, a small ant caught my attention. I saw this little guy moving something two or three times bigger than himself and moving forward quickly. Today's food has landed, and the little ants naturally began to "make people happy". How can I stand it? So, I don't know whether I was guided by my bad mood or I really didn't like it, so I decided to make some trouble for it and vent my pain and sadness. As soon as I started, I found a lot of stones from outside the house and put them in front of the ant, blocking its way. At first, in the face of this sudden trouble, the little ant obviously paused and stopped in a hurry, but later it quickly found its way out along the edge of the stone, and it was almost finished. I quickly laid more stones and vowed to fight to the end.
I don't know how long it took, but the stone in my hand has turned into a long snake array on the ground, and my legs and feet are numb because I have been squatting on the ground for a long time. I just looked at the winding stone road on the ground and couldn't help looking at the ants still looking for a way out. A glimmer of hope and a feeling rose from my heart.
The road of life is bumpy, but as long as I don't give up on myself, get ready again and not be afraid of difficulties, I will surely embark on a smooth road and usher in a turning point in my life. A little ant can persist, why can't I?
Thought of here, I suddenly enlightened.
A fragrance of flowers wafted from the window. At this point, the rain has stopped and everything is full of vitality. I took a deep breath and felt confident. Just come out!
Chapter 8: It's good to be out, 1000 words.
Releasing the long-accumulated depression is like shoveling a thick piece of moss rooted in your heart, which has been dark for a long time and finally swims happily in the soft sunshine. Warm and humid air fills the nasal cavity, as if there is no strange fragrance, which makes the tender heart throb. It's good to have this wonderful feeling, ah, it's coming out!
In the cruel ring, I was punched in the face by setbacks, and my eyes were suddenly dark and my cochlea buzzed. Am I defeated? Like an abyss thrown by a savage arm, fear and helplessness filled my chest. I tried my best to reach out, but I couldn't climb the life-saving branch.
I sat quietly in the dim light. In my muddy eyes, there is a piece of white paper, and the furious red is showing off, but it shows an amazing failure. Just like a cut heart, it spills a string of deep red blood, quickly melts in the snow and ice, and sends out bursts of fog, which is heartbreaking.
I lowered my head in frustration and couldn't help crying my skirt. I am ashamed of my efforts. In the past, I got up early and was greedy for the dark, and I tried my best to compress and fill up the time. I couldn't allow a blank bubble in my life. I am still writing hard in the middle of the night. And then all you get is the intersection of red and red? Just like a farmer who has worked hard for a year, he is glad to harvest with a sickle, but he can't even find a full ear of wheat. He can only chew a bitter root, and he doesn't know whether to go out and replant it, and he doesn't know what to explain his hard work.
The night outside the window was as quiet as a pool of cold water, and the small room was suffocating. I decided to go out for a walk.
Soft sand rustles under your feet. Are you complaining about unfairness, too Complaining about being trampled all day without any warm comfort? I gently picked up a handful, slowly let go, and let the sand enjoy the coolness of the wind. Looking at weeping willows and sad lotus leaves, my heart is cold and silent. Suddenly, there was an uneasy voice in the distant Woods. I said, "Shh, don't disturb others." The Woods then calmed down, and my green eyes stared at me, and I stared at them.
"It's midnight, still not sleeping?"
"My heart is rolling like boiling soup and I can't sleep."
"Why are you so embarrassed?"
"The exam is not ideal and the study is frustrated."
"Ha ha ha ..." They burst out laughing. "Is human being so fragile?"
This slightly contemptuous remark startled me. The forest said to itself, "Alas, vulnerable people, you live in a highly civilized society. I don't know how many umbrellas protect you." As for us, we have to endure the cold winter and summer, the scorching sun and the cold wind have destroyed our skin and made it extremely rough, but our frustrated soul has stepped out of the predicament and become unyielding and tall! "
I was silent, and suddenly, I felt very comfortable. I finally got over it. As long as I don't give up on myself and get ready again, I will definitely break through the setbacks and stand up again. A tree can still do it, and I will certainly do it! The dark sky is as clear as black crystal. The gentle moonlight soothes my heart, and a little bit of sentiment lurks in my heart, which makes me full of faith and confidence. Just come out!