Authorize yourself to write 600 words 1 In life, there will always be people to encourage you and inspire you. Make you full of energy and see higher mountains, bluer sky and wider world. ...
Du Fu, a great poet, once said, "Reading is like breaking thousands of books, and writing is like writing." Books can make people smart, cultivate sentiment and cultivate our character. It led me into the door of knowledge and accompanied me to climb the peak of knowledge; It let me see all kinds of beautiful things in society and purified my soul; It gave me wings of imagination and a goal.
When I was a child, my mother took me to the library and looked at the rows of cabinets full of books and the figures of scholars. I can't wait. Holding an unread book, my heart is full of interest. I remember that the first book I picked up was Andersen's fairy tales.
A fairy tale by Andersen-let me meet Snow White in the book, get together with the daughter of Hai, play with the seven dwarfs, and play with the happy prince ... I travel in the fairy tale world, feel the colorful fairy tale world and give myself energy.
Gradually, I fell in love with reading. Whenever I am free, I will go to the library to read books. I almost forgot to eat and drink water. Forget to eat and sleep. Books have become my spiritual food and everything to me.
I read more and more books. Knowledge is getting richer and richer, and more and more truths are understood. Give me more and more energy.
There is also a favorite book, that is, How Steel was Tempered. Let me be moved by the hero's spirit of fighting for his career and ideal, and let me know that people should strive to overcome difficulties and setbacks. ...
Books are like an old man full of wisdom, constantly inspiring me.
My mother said to me: "with books, there will be beautiful dreams;" If you have dreams, you will have a beautiful life. "
Books give me material and spiritual energy, constantly nourish me, and reading makes me happy! Reading fills me with energy!
Empower yourself to write a composition in 600 words. 2 Stress is motivation, and people can't live without it. But if there is more pressure, it will collapse and lose everything if it exceeds the limit. Therefore, we should relax our tense heartstrings once in a while.
I want to go to junior high school for four years. I have finished the third grade and become a prospective graduate. Summer vacation is coming, and I am following the teacher's plan. I am very anxious, and other old classmates are going to high school. I am equivalent to squatting in class, and I am under great pressure. Coupled with my final grade this year and the admission score of the city's first high school, I am very confused.
The sixth day of the sixth lunar month coincides with the temple fair in my hometown. Go home with parents, prepare food and entertain relatives. In the quiet and comfortable life in my hometown and countryside, I feel that life is so just right.
After dinner with the guests at noon, my nephews and nieces were laughing and being moved by their innocence. When I went back in the evening, I went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables. I saw a coriander planted in the field. Green, a vibrant, thin leaves, stand together neatly, as if in a parade.
I asked my mother in surprise: Ah, I also grow coriander! But the mother said, "silly child, that's a carrot." I had to smile awkwardly and look at the leaf, struggling to jump up, for fear of not getting sunshine, for fear of not providing nutrition for radish, and looking prosperous. I feel like one of them. Seeing these "coriander", I feel that I am a struggler like them, and seeing them will give me strength.
Kobe once said: "Those early hours, those days of staying up late, those days of persistence no matter how tired, that is the power of dreams."
Empower yourself, cheer for yourself and fight for yourself.
Authorize yourself to write 600 words. There are two thousand pieces of gold in the three houses, so it is better to have a skill-inscription.
The head teacher once said that an excellent student can not only take exams, but also become an exam machine. He must have the ability to survive and make a living, and boys must also have the ability to support their families.
Men can't be piggy banks, but cash cows. There is no denying that more than half of the students enter high school every year to continue their study journey. Half of the students enter vocational schools and become people with special skills. In any case, skills are not overwhelming, and learning is an essential quality for any student. Learning calligraphy and becoming a calligrapher in the future have become my first choice. Starting with the description of red and the basic strokes, I began to study calligraphy hard. Learn Liu Gongquan first, then Yan Zhenqing, and finally Wang Xizhi.
Students who have read Ceng Gong's "Mo Chi Collection" will know that the success of any career is not achieved overnight, while Rainbow Xi Zhi, a calligraphy genius, must keep learning, and a genius must undergo a lot of tempering to achieve superb kung fu. Calligraphy genius is like this, so should we as ordinary people. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom and fall. After three years of hard work, I finally made amazing progress in calligraphy. Representing the school in the calligraphy classic competition won the honor for the school.
By practicing calligraphy, I have strengthened my confidence. Mathematics, which used to be difficult to get into the sky, suddenly dawned on me, and obscure math problems became an interesting meal that I had to eat every day. Calligraphy is a flowing art, and flowing lines make me forget many unpleasantness in my life, purify my soul and feel that I am an indispensable talent in the world. Empower yourself and cheer for life!
Empower yourself with a 600-word composition. 4 Time flies and the years are vicissitudes. Years later, your back is still imprinted in my mind, only old, but love lasts forever, empowering myself.
I vaguely remember that when I was a child, you once held my hand. In the breeze, your long black hair is flowing, and the sunshine illuminates your bright smile. You are wearing a long red dress, with fair skin and full of love in your eyes. You will look back at me from time to time, but you will eventually disappear in that corner.
You often accompany me to read, teach me to read and listen-your voice is so euphemistic and beautiful in the room. Look-there are still your hands in the room to teach me to write. Snowflakes are flying in the air outside, but the room is as warm as summer. You have given me the ability to learn a lot of knowledge, and at the same time, I have learned a lot about being a man.
The bits and pieces of you and me, although some have been blurred, have always been once and will never disappear.
I remember once I took a bus with you. I was six years old and we were standing. You hold me tightly, and my face sticks to your stomach. It was so warm and loving that slowly, when I braked, I shook it out. We stood in the middle, and the people in front pushed back. I thought I was getting off, so I got off naturally. I turned around and saw you, but I didn't see you.
Tu, I am very anxious. I cried. Then you saw that I had got off the bus, and you were in a hurry. Then you come from the next stop. I see the anxiety and panic on your face, so I promise you that I will follow you closely in the future.
Time flies, maternal love remains the same. Although you are gone, you are still in my heart. If I can choose again, I will choose to be with you forever. You will grow up with me, I will grow old with you, and you will always give me energy.
Arm yourself with self-confidence and arm yourself with growth. The sun shone through the window lattice and fell on the slightly yellow guitar. The breeze blew through the piano box, making a slight sound. I put down my pen and stroked the strings, and my thoughts returned to that stage, when the confident sail was raised high. Suddenly, the lights on the stage woke me up, the air in the venue was humid and sultry, and my heart beat faster and faster. I wiped the sweat from my palms with my skirts and held the guitar tightly. My heart is full of confidence brought by my unskilled piano skills ... when the last note I am playing falls, I begin to play. I watched the audience's reaction in a panic. The expressions on their faces, whether they are happy or annoyed, all affect me and make me feel more inferior. The mistake still happened. I stopped and stood on the stage with tears in my eyes. Suddenly, starting with the teacher, led by parents and led by friends, thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue. They are like navigators on the ship, helping me to tighten the mast and let my confident sail rise to the sky again! They told me with applause, smiles and eyes: I can do it! I dried my tears and plucked the strings again. I want to "start all over again"! I played very selflessly, and every note abandoned the timid trembling, accompanied by the power of self-confidence. I am no longer timid, but stand firm; I no longer hesitate, but concentrate on playing. Wandering on the growing sea, there will always be storms. Raise the sail of self-confidence, with the encouragement of teachers, parents and friends, I can ride the wind and waves and rush to success. Playing the piano is like this, and life is even more so. Not only does every performance raise a confident sail in my heart, but I am no longer at a loss when I encounter difficulties in my study and life. But full of self-confidence, dare to struggle, and finally sprint towards the other side of success. My thoughts come back to my eyes and my heart is full of confidence.
Whether it is the guitar in my hand or the problem of trapping my pen, I will raise my confident sail, face the difficulties and forge ahead bravely in the vast sea. Self-confidence empowers growth.
Empower yourself to write a composition of 600 words. I have always wanted to have the ability to never forget, and learn it as soon as possible. If I have this ability, I will be happy to wake up every day, not to mention dreaming and laughing.
More than once, I have fantasized about the picture after I have this ability: I go to school every day, and my friends struggle with words sadly. As for me, I just need to jump into my seat with a big knife, turn over two pages of books casually, and then "bang" the back of the book and come out. Boy, I memorized it word for word. I won't forget how to play and how long it took. My friends' eyes were full of admiration and admiration, and the teacher gave me a favorable look. Under the eyes of the public, I played with the ashes that didn't exist in the collar cuffs with the demeanor of a big boss, took the teacup and scraped it back and forth with the lid of the teacup. Take a sip of tea, squint again and sigh happily for the satisfaction of this life.
Hehe, doesn't that sound wonderful?
However, in fact, most people don't have this ability. Even the few people left, you dare to clap your chest to confirm: "Didn't they invite a' diligent' master to help them fill the vacancy and lay a solid foundation?
You dare not. Because people with this ability, without exception, have invited "diligent" teachers. Even those few people have accumulated this ability with the help of "diligent" teachers, and gradually moved towards the stage of success. Einstein, for example, and Lincoln, for example, climbed onto the platform step by step by diligence and picked off the fruits of their success watered by sweat.
I thought: they can, why can't I? Yes, the same people, the same football, the same world, and even I have better and better environmental conditions than some of them. Why don't I want to be them?
The answer is obvious, because I haven't really practiced diligence to make up for my shortcomings.
Since I figured this out, I stopped dreaming in the brain factory. I understand: what fantasy can give me is just a little mental relaxation. Only by putting them into my actions can they show their original value.
My ability, I want to give myself.
Empower yourself 600 words 7 The morning sun has not yet risen. Everything outside the house is still shrouded in darkness, and my mother's van is covered with frost. It is five o'clock in the morning.
There is no sun on Dongshan Mountain, but there is light in my house. That's my mother's busy figure, preparing for a day's work. She turned on the light and put on a red plaid apron, scarf, hat and her gray gloves. I said, mom, change your gloves quickly. These gloves are too dirty. Don't wear it again. "It's still dirty, and this glove is not broken. Why should I change this? " My mother said, "Go to sleep, and come to see the house after I finish pulling the fruit."
At the east corner of the mountain, a corner of Grandfather Sun slowly emerged. The hillside was rendered red and dazzling, and the frost on the leaves melted a lot, mostly turning into small drops of water. It's already about 6: 20 in the morning. My mother came back from pulling peanuts from someone else's house. My mother rushed into the house, put on a gas mask, and replaced the red plaid apron with a long military green leather coat. The leather coat has fallen off, and there is very little leather connected completely. She changed her black shoes into red sneakers, rushed outside to open the machine, shouldered a big bag of about 50 kilograms of peanuts and began to put them into the machine. Listening to the rumble of the machine and the flying dust, slowly falling on my mother's hair. Stop.
The sun is due north and west. Today, the weather is particularly good. Blue and white dyes are sprinkled on this sky-blue canvas. I wonder if the dazzling light warms my mother's heart. The dust next to the peeler is still "floating", and mother is still "watching" next to the peeler.
As the sun sets, a circle of white light and white fuel is embedded around the fiery red sun, and mom's busy day is over.
I squatted outside and played with Mei Xin, watching my mother in the house. The wrinkles on my mother's face seemed to be the energy given to her by years, and then they surrounded me in an instant.
Authorizing myself to write 600 words, 8 warm words, heartfelt words and encouraging words are all in my mind. It was what she said that gave me energy and pushed me forward. Every word in my head is giving me strength.
The sunset outside the window shines on my face, the mirror on the desktop reflects the sunset, and the afterglow of the sunset falls on the earth. Mom came back, and she looked at me from the outside. At this time, I was sitting at my desk like a wooden head, and I didn't know what I was thinking. "The books on the table are going to be moldy. They need to breathe fresh air. " Mom told me intentionally or unintentionally. After thinking for a while, I understood my mother's intention and picked up the back of the book.
Tick-tock, raindrops fall on the bare ground and fly in the air as if nothing had happened. When my mother came home from farm work, she didn't know whether it was sweat or raindrops on her forehead. She is panting, and there are some pears in the basket. Mother's rough hand picked up the pear and reached out to me. She said, "Eat quickly before I can pick too much. Doing farm work will be very tiring. When you grow up, don't be like your mother and me. If you want to find a good job, we farmers are worthless, alas! " I seem to understand something again. I understand all the reasons, but it is nothing more than letting me study hard and grow up.
In June and July, during the senior high school entrance examination, hard-working students were rushing for their future. My mother is also very concerned. When she learned about other people's children's grades, she told me like a nagging old man: "In two years, you will take the senior high school entrance examination, and some people in our village have been admitted to No.1 Middle School ... If you want to be as beautiful as them, you must work hard ..." I also listened to many similar words and gave me strength. I already understand.
It was my mother's experience that told me that when I was young, I didn't work hard, I was bitter, tired and stormy. Mother sows the land with her own hands and sweat, but I will listen to her and work hard.
Until now, that suggestion is still "lingering" and there will be more words to empower yourself.
Authorize yourself that 600 words and 9 time flies. Once the little girl who was afraid of the dark grew up and was able to shoulder the responsibility. Because my mother's words gave me energy, I was no longer afraid of the dark and became responsible.
Last summer, my parents were not at home, and my brother was taken care of by my grandfather, leaving me alone at home. At first, I was not afraid. I watched TV for a long time. I think it's good to be alone at home. No one binds me. Freedom is cooking for yourself. It's easy for me to cook by myself. Add an egg to a bag of instant noodles and enjoy it.
Dinner is set, and I plan to go out for a walk. I sent a message to my friend asking her to take a walk with me, and she agreed. We have an appointment. I'm out. I sat in the chair under the street lamp for a long time before I really realized the feeling of "not coming at midnight, and the chess piece knocked off the snuff" The summer wind is cool, but it can't blow away the heat of the day. The chirping of cicadas comes and goes, which makes people a little annoyed. I can't stand this weather, so I went back. I thought I stood up this time. Go home and turn on her cell phone. She said she couldn't come because of something.
I am sleepy. I want to wash and sleep. But my mother called to ask if I had eaten. What are you doing now? How much did you do? You are so far away from me and still worried!
I lie in bed and can't sleep. I thought it was because the light was too bright to sleep, so I turned it off. In an instant, the room was dark and I felt someone around me. I jumped on the bed and wrapped myself in a quilt. The quilt is hot and stuffy. I lifted the quilt to cool off, changed my breath and wrapped myself up. I want to go out, but I'm afraid to go out. In this way, I stayed up until midnight, and I became more and more afraid, so I called my mother. "Mom, I am alone at home, I am afraid!" "Voice with a little KuQiang, finally I couldn't help crying. Mom's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious. "Don't cry, your father and I will go back tomorrow afternoon. "I still cry all the time." Xiaoyu, let me tell you a story! Once upon a time, there was a garden full of sunflowers. At night, the sunflower bowed its head, but faced difficulties and bravely walked through the darkness. The next morning, they faced the sun again and were born in the sun with dreams! "This passage gave me all the energy.
The next morning, I am like a sunflower, smiling at the sun, facing life and living in the sun with my dreams!
Empower yourself with 600 words 10, an eternal idol, an eternal boss, and an eternal belief, which will light the way forward for me and give me energy.
When I was eleven, I was in a daze. No matter what happens, I have a fever for three minutes, and I always feel that I have no motivation to support me. In fact, the first contact with basketball is also to kill time. But by chance, I saw his game-Kobe.
Kobe Bryant took the pass, and under the double defense of the enemy team, he skillfully delivered the ball to the opponent's restricted area and scored the winning goal with a picturesque jumper! At this time, the stadium is completely boiling, and this fledgling youth has the best future. From then on, I took him as my direction, my benchmark and my goal.
When Kobe was deeply involved in the scandal, the promising young man fell into a trough. And I also face the troubles of life. No matter how hard I study, my grades are always stagnant. My parents quarreled because of me, and I was very upset because my grades didn't improve. See Kobe's interview: "pressure, challenge, all these negative things are catalysts for my success." Everyone who can make a difference can seize every opportunity to prove to everyone that you can meet the challenge. "This passage seems to let me find the lighthouse when I was lost in the vast sea, and it also aroused my blood.
I will never forget the morning of 1 27th. The cloud pressure is very low, it is raining lightly, and the sun has disappeared. As soon as I opened my eyes, my mother ran to my room and said to me, "The black photo you posted on the wall fell dead." Hearing these words, my heart gave a shudder, and I quickly opened Weibo to confirm that this was a fact. I thought I would cry, but I didn't. I'm just a quiet person, but when I went to play ball in the afternoon and held a basketball in my hand, I couldn't collapse completely and tears filled my eyes. It was my darkest day.
Have you ever seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m.? Kobe has seen it. This sentence has been circulating on the internet for a long time, which means that he works hard. It is also his spirit that inspires many confused people. His spirit is a furnace in the cold winter, which brings me warmth and energy.
Stand up and cheer for yourself! There will always be fatigue and setbacks on the road of life, but don't underestimate yourself easily and don't lose confidence. As long as you persevere, there will be results in the end.