Don't worry, write slowly. 800 words 1 slowly, endlessly, blurred the desolation of life with ink and wash.
I am very grateful to grandpa for letting me learn calligraphy since I was a child. A little tired of carving windows, holding incense at night, instilling the depth of old ink. Life is beautiful when strangers meet again. When the fragrance of ink rises again, covered with strange lights and familiar fragrance, you can always find the slightest touch, even the truth of life.
That night, the moonlight was a little tipsy, and my mother and I went out for a walk. She also tried to ease my anxiety about the coming entrance exam. At the corner, the noise of the city was swept away by the quiet words of ink and wash. This is a newly opened landscape gallery, and the winding path of the gallery seems to reach the bottom of my heart. In this impetuous city, galleries are a unique style. Mother motioned me to go in and have a look.
Walking in, the elegant ink immediately enveloped the whole body, and the air in the room was intertwined. The appropriate shade of ink inadvertently evoked familiar memories. Outside the window, the footsteps are silent and the shadows are dancing. Indoor, the artist picked up the old black ink beside the desk, put his forefinger lightly on the old ink, put his thumb and middle finger on both sides of the old ink, and the bottom of the ink was stained with water, and gently circled and ground it on the inkstone. Sip a sip of black tea from time to time. "Grinding, not annoying?" I asked. "Smell the ink?" The artist asked, "Hmm". "Come lightly, smell fragrant, and learn quietly." The ancients made ink, boiled glue with slow fire, smoked and pounded, and finally formed. Son, this good ink is all in my heart. Don't worry, slowly inject the soul of Lao Mo. "At that time, I was ignorant, but I was silently accompanied by Mo Xiang and didn't want to leave. My mother dragged me to admire those works quietly. People sink into ink, and ink sinks into paper. So the artist surrendered to ink painting and turned his life into ink painting with a long artistic conception.
Outside, busy passers-by and chaotic horns fill the streets, all of which are so incompatible with the image of the artist slowly grinding old ink, as if it were a lifetime ago. Recalling the inspiration that the artist gave me, my heart suddenly opened up. I want to say to him, "I have understood the truth of slowly sinking into meditation." I'd better not bother you, because I have taken a solid step home from the gallery.
The old inkstone spins ink research, and the rain falls in the flowers. A reunion with Mo Xiang awakened an impetuous heart: originally, slowness is also a kind of strength. "Don't worry, take your time." Those slow days, in endless memories, finally became the soul of Lao Mo and the truth of life.
Don't worry, write 800 words slowly. Day after day, I shuttled among the people coming and going. There are no waves in my heart, just rushing by in the pursuit of goals again and again. Did I forget or miss anything? For myself, I am a person who runs hard on the goal road, striving for strength and winning. When I was walking, I hurried through the crowd. I seem to be used to the fast-paced life. However, I am often trapped by troubles and struggling in them.
Later, slowly, I began to realize that slowness is also an attitude towards life.
That day, my mother asked me to go out for a walk with her. At this time, I was immersed in a puzzling math problem.
My mother's crying came from my ear again, and my troubles rolled bigger and bigger like snowballs. I simply threw down my pen and strode out of the door, thinking silently: If you walk faster, you can go back quickly and come back to solve the problem quickly.
I strode, waving my hands with nowhere to put them. In the dim light of the roadside, the shadows of the two people are drifting away and getting longer and longer. I just walked blindly, and complicated formulas and figures popped up in my mind, but I forgot the true meaning of walking. Mother crossed her waist and pulled me breathlessly, giving me a surprised look. "How do you walk so fast? I can't catch up. "
After realizing the problem, I slowly slowed down, and then my heart was slightly relieved. "Your mother is too old to keep up with you walking so hard." I smiled awkwardly and decided to put aside that messy idea, stay with my mother all the time, and then go back to study.
The summer breeze brushed the treetops like a furry cat's tail brushed her cheek. The night is as deep and blue as the sea, dotted with darkness like ink, as soft as clouds and as dreamy as ethereal. Comfort is like a drizzle everywhere. The whistling sound, the crisp sound of insects, is far away and clear, and the troubles in my heart disappear with the clouds. The back of mother and son, pulling a long house.
Passing the basketball court, it was noisy. Teenagers are flying around with the ball on the court, sweating like rain. This scene reminds me of playing with my friends in grade six. Although I am not keen on playing basketball and I am not good at it, my face is full of smiles. When I make a mistake, every time I fall, there will always be a "don't worry" in my ear, urging me to forge ahead. However, at the moment, I am in a hurry, and then I forget the happiness and neglected beauty.
Life is not just the beginning and the end. There is still a distance between two points. Don't rush to the finish line and ignore the beauty in the process. Slow down, surprise and beauty are only one step away from me, and I know the shortest path to the finish line.
At night, on my way home, I said to myself: Don't worry, take your time, and you will find that everything you pass by is beautiful.
Don't worry, take your time. Composition 800 words 3 "Don't worry, take your time." This seemingly ordinary sentence has given me infinite encouragement.
"Big strong! Ninety-eight ... "As the bell rang, we walked into the classroom. This class will hand out last week's exam results. Looking at the satisfactory results of other students in the exam, my heart suddenly got a bottom.
"Wang Jingyi, 94!" The teacher read aloud.
Ah, not bad! I hurried to the podium and got my 94-point test paper.
After school, I went home happily. Just as I put my schoolbag on the bed, I heard a voice from the kitchen: "How was the exam this time?" This is undoubtedly the mother's voice.
"ninety-four points!" I am proud to say.
"How did you deduct these six points?" Mom asked me.
My mother's tone was not harsh, but it instantly shattered my confidence. I didn't answer my mother's question, but quietly returned to my room.
After dinner, my mother said, "Come on, let's correct the wrong questions together."
Reluctantly, I took out my test paper. Six points is not much, but the wrong question is really not easy. I began to solve this problem. It took me twenty minutes, but the result was still wrong in three aspects. I thought my mother would scold me, but when she saw this, she just said, "Don't worry, take your time."
This seemingly ordinary sentence has unlimited encouragement. Exhausted by the wrong question, I "fought" again like chicken blood. This time, it only took me five minutes to get the correct answer.
"Why is it wrong?" Mom asked me while mopping the floor.
This time, I stopped being afraid and said mentally, "Because ... Hehe ... because you didn't say that encouraging word."
Mom stopped her movements and asked, "Which sentence?"
"That's the sentence …" I sold it. "That's what you said after I couldn't figure it out."
Mom suddenly realized: "Is it the sentence' Don't worry, take your time'?"
"yes! You don't know, this sentence has given me infinite encouragement. Mom, I like this sentence very much. I am like playing chicken blood now, but I am in the state! "
Mom smiled: "Yes, I didn't expect an ordinary sentence to make you do the right question."
I am very happy, not only because I did the right question, but also because I got the sentence "Don't worry, take your time".
Don't worry, take your time! Maybe, just like me, I really got something unexpected!
Don't worry, write 800 words slowly. 4 "Don't worry, take your time!" What a familiar sentence, as if a long time ago, and as if in the ear, actually already. ...
When I was a toddler, all the other children had walked steadily, but I stood at the root of the wall, my feet fixed there like pillars, motionless, but afraid to take another step. "Don't worry, son, take your time!" You open your arms and squat in front of you, your eyes are full of worries, and I just can't walk. Now that I think about it, how anxious you were. The other children have walked steadily, but I can't get rid of it. You looked up the book and asked everyone. Persistence again and again, encouragement day after day, I finally staggered into your arms, which is the warmest return.
Mom, the phrase "Don't worry, take your time" is just a whisper to me, and there must be a lot of patience and tenacity behind it.
When I entered the school to write, my classmates wrote tall and beautiful words. Look at my scribbled Weeds. It's a world of difference. Some students said, "That's a crab crawling!" I cried, and I was sad. "Don't worry, take your time! Let's practice together. " So I took out the copybook, you wrote one, I wrote one, the pen changed one after another, the paper was filled with one after another, and the sweat dripped down. When I saw my words standing like poplars on the Tian Zige, I felt very happy, and you were even more gratified.
Mom, the phrase "Don't worry, take your time" just tells me how much sweat and responsibility you have to pay behind this.
Before the middle school entrance examination, my mathematics was in a state of extreme confusion. In the evening, I was impatient and angry. I can't sleep and neither can you. "Don't worry, take your time! Let's go back together. " The long-lost voice rang in my ear again. Late at night, the stars fell asleep. You take my question, circle it bit by bit and comment bit by bit. Bright red fonts are neatly arranged behind my messy handwriting, and bright red blood fills your tired eyes.
"Don't worry, take your time!" Today, before I entered the examination room, you whispered carefully beside me again. You stood on the street corner and looked at me affectionately. I know how worried you were when you heard that I stayed up all night tonight.
Mom, "Don't worry, take your time" is just for children. When the child is ill, you look for a doctor everywhere; If the child is bored, you try your best to comfort him; Children suffer, and you rack your brains to eliminate the pain. Did mom take her time? As long as she is a mother, she can't wait, because she can't wait and can't afford it.
"Don't worry, take your time!" Mom, you have whispered to me for 16 years, and then I will tell you, slow down, stop and have a look at the roadside scenery, because I have grown up. ...
Don't worry, take your time. The morning light penetrated the mist one by one, the flowers stretched their skirts one by one, and the tender grass penetrated the soil inch by inch. Everything in nature seems to tell you: don't worry, take your time.
My temper is notoriously impatient.
No matter what you do, you should be ahead: you should sit in the front of the school bus, eat first, and even finish the exam first. When I eat at home, I always gobble it up without chewing twice. When my grandmother sees me like this, she always nags, "Don't worry, take your time, no one can compete with you."
Run ahead of your classmates and enter grandma's house. Grandma is kneading dough and the rolling pin is rumbling. Looks like she's going to eat jiaozi tonight. Throw the schoolbag on the table, take out the homework, and finish it in a few strokes, but there is still an assignment-writing with a brush. Isn't it China's calligraphy? I'll finish it right away! Spread out the paper, dip it in ink and start writing. When writing, it is as chic as running water, and I feel good about myself. Every stroke is perfect. Hold it up and enjoy it when you finish writing, and the happiness when you write will be gone. Looking at the crooked words in front of me, I felt a sense of irritability, so I stopped writing! Knead the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Grandma just came out to see this scene.
"What's the matter? I'm angry again. Come and see jiaozi wrapped by Grandma. " I followed, sitting on the bench gloomily, clasping my hands, and looking at grandma and noodles with an ugly face. Grandma first took a basin of flour, poured it into the water and rubbed it with her rough and dark hands, which were covered with flour and turned white. After rubbing for a long time, when I was getting impatient, she started rolling dough with a pole half her height. Boom, there seems to be a group of horses running over my head, but grandma still rolls calmly and patiently, and the palm covered with flour turns back and forth quickly, and the dough becomes obedient. When I came to my senses, the clouds were rouge, just waiting for the moon to appear.
Grandma brought a plate of jiaozi, steaming like wisps of white hair, pestering my taste buds. Grab a bite, regardless of the heat. Grandma asked me, "Does it smell good?" "Sweet, delicious, even the dough is very chewy." I shut up and mumbled. Grandma smiled and said, "Yes, I made this slowly step by step, which is why it is so delicious." Similarly, we should take our time in doing anything. "
As the sun sets, the afterglow hits my grandmother and me, dyeing her gray hair red. I helped my grandmother and walked towards the sunset together. At this time, I lowered my head and gently said to her, "Don't worry, take your time."
My love for my grandmother and her love for me can be summed up in a thousand words: don't worry, take your time.