Zi Bing's composition 1 "Near Zhu Zhechi, near Mexico is black." From this old proverb, we can see how important it is to make friends.
Confucius once said, "The winner has three friends, and the loser has three friends. Friends are frank, friends forgive and friends listen more, which is beneficial. Friends are open, friendly and soft, and friends are ruined. " It means: there are three kinds of friends who are good to you and three kinds of friends who hurt you. Honest friends, upright friends and well-informed friends are beneficial friends; Friends who are full of rhetoric, friends who are duplicitous and friends who love flattery are all bad friends. Therefore, when making friends, we should make some useful friends and learn more from their advantages. Only in this way can we be as good as them and become those "other people's children" in my mother's mouth.
And when we meet a bad friend, we should try to stay away from him and not be influenced by their bad style. However, we should also reflect on whether we have such shortcomings, and if so, we should correct them in time.
But the question is, how to distinguish good friends from bad friends? It's simple.
First of all, we should analyze his characteristics, whether he is "straight", "forgiving", "convenient" and "kind and soft". Just like Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, after the "Three Oaths in Taoyuan", they became friends who depended on each other for life and death. Why? Because Liu Bei established Shu State, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei assisted him completely. It is because of the integrity, loyalty and resourcefulness of Guan Yu and the brave Zhang Fei that the great cause of Shu was achieved. It can be seen that the benefits of good friends are great.
Secondly, you can see whether others' comments on him are good or bad. Distinguish whether he is a good friend or a bad friend by others' comments and their own feelings. After becoming friends with you, you should also "choose the good and follow it, and change the bad and follow it." Learn from each other's strengths, constantly improve and make yourself better.
This is my view on making friends.
It rotates all year round, and the place I love is only different. I like winter best. Not only because I am intoxicated in the world where snowflakes are flying all over the sky, but also because I like the rows of translucent ice cones hanging under the eaves of March 9 in cold weather, much like piano keys. Touch it lightly with a stick and it will collapse. The crisp voice is wonderful. And not only that, children are happier. At night, the water in the porcelain basin turned into hard ice overnight.
Early in the morning, the children with childish faces happily ran to the basin and cheered when they saw the ice lump. I saw the child wearing a red cotton-padded jacket turn the porcelain basin upside down, carefully take out the ice cubes, secretly take out the awl on the soles of his mother's feet and lick it at one third of the ice cubes. Soon, a small eye appeared on the ice. The children took out colorful silk threads and put them in their eyes, and gently tied them, thus "silver pheasant" was formed.
In the village, children's laughter came from the lush pine forest. There used to be a child carrying a silver pheasant, knocking with a small stick and running in the forest. When the child in the red coat saw it, he immediately joined with his children. Soon everyone's face was red and their heads were steaming. I was having a good time when the ice was broken. One of the children bent down and touched the ice on the ground and said, "What a pity!" " Let's go home and make a stronger one! "
At this time, the sun also leaned out from the clouds, stretched himself and showed a gentle smile. Childhood is an unforgettable song. Childhood is an unforgettable painting. Everyone's childhood is a unique and most beautiful memory.
In winter, snowflakes fall from the sky like goose feathers. Streams and rivers no longer sing, but become hard ice.
My friends and I can't find anything to play with, and we are not interested in this heavy snow. We are in a hurry to go home. When I got home, I was inspired by something, and that was a bell. It suddenly occurred to me that I can't play on ice. Well done! So I took my friend to a frozen lake. First, I knocked with a stone. Soon, I got a piece of ice. I picked up a branch and knocked on the ice, playing a cheerful tune, more cheerful than the spring water flowing in spring.
My friends looked at me, so they all climbed the ice in the river. Soon, there was a tinkling sound on the river, and we all played cheerful winter songs together. However, before long, the ice broke. Then, I knocked on another piece of ice, and my friend knocked on another piece of ice. Soon, the river begins to flow again, so let's play happily with the river. That's it! Keep ringing!
My friends and I are very happy. Today is our happiest day!
Early in the morning, Yang Wanli opened the window: the roof was covered with a scarf, just like a girl from Xinjiang; The tree is covered with straight ice cones, like a slim little fairy; The earth is covered with a thick quilt, like a white baby ... what a white painting! After breakfast, I took a walk on the country road.
Suddenly, I saw a child with a childish face, stroking the layer of snow with his hand, shaking his hand for a while, his hands folded, and his mouth was blowing hot air, saying to himself, "It's so cold!" ..... I saw him move a metal basin hidden in front of the house at night and happily held it up: "Wow! Transparent and flawless! Like a metal percussion instrument! " He gently put it back on the ground and loved her like a pearl. After a while, he took out a long ribbon from the room and inserted it carefully: 1, 2 ... Then he dressed it as a string of silver pheasants and tapped it gently. It sounds like the beautiful and crisp song of larks, like the wind blowing through leaves, more like the sound of running water, which makes people relaxed and happy ... carelessly, "pa! The "internal organs" were all broken, and the child fell to the ground and picked up the ice that had fallen apart ... He held it hard, but the residual temperature in his hand melted into transparent small drops of water and trickled down ... The child's melancholy face stayed in the snow. ...
The north wind roared and the goose feather snowed all night. When I woke up, the earth was white.
At dawn, two children who like to play with snow, brother and sister, ran out of the house early, ran and frolicked in the yard, grabbed the snow on the ground, scattered it in the air, scattered it on each other's bodies, and printed their messy footprints in the snow.
There is a copper basin (golden basin can be understood as brass basin) on the stone table in the middle of the yard. The winter night is particularly cold, and the water in the copper basin forms a thick piece of ice, which looks like glittering jade and shines in the early morning sun.
My brother curiously took this piece of "beautiful jade" out of the basin and held it in his hand. The ice was so cold that he hurt his hand, so he had to put it back.
My brother ran back to the house and rubbed his little red hand, brought a colored silk thread, ran to the small bamboo forest near the fence, folded a bamboo pole, carefully pierced a hole in the middle of this "beautiful jade", put the colored silk thread through the hole, tied a knot in his hand, and tapped it gently with the bamboo pole, jingling like knocking a musical instrument made of beautiful jade.
"I want to play too!" My sister also eagerly grabbed the bamboo pole and knocked happily. Beautiful sounds floated outside the courtyard through the small bamboo forest near the wall, like a beautiful piece of music.
Two people, you knock, I knock, have a good time, the cold wind blows on their faces, but they don't feel cold at all. Brother accidentally knocked hard, and the ice broke with a bang, jingling on the ground like broken glass.
Although the ice broke, it didn't affect their fun mood at all. The two of them were playing, and you chased me out of the yard and ran to the other end of the street, leaving two long footprints in the snow.
Winter is coming, the weather is cold, the lake is frozen and white everywhere. Kyoko took a gold plate to get some ice to play with. The ice always fell, but Kyoko persisted and took the trouble to load it. He didn't give up playing with ice, nor did he give up anything because of difficulties.
Finally, with the efforts of Kyoko, the ice was frozen. Kyoko went home and took colorful silk, which was used as expensive silver pheasant, and put it into the small hole of the gold plate to reinforce the gold plate and let the ice that was easy to package slide down. It seems that Kyoko still has a way.
When the child was ready to play, he began to play. When he was ready, he began to knock jade Qing. The whole forest people have heard this sound, and the sound of the forest is almost equal to the sound of young children knocking on jade Qing.
In fact, Kyoko is always able to pour the ice out when waiting for the ice to break. Finally, when the ice broke, Kyoko suddenly dumped it. Everyone thought it was the sound of glass breaking on the ground, but it was actually the sound of Kyoko dumping ice on the ground.
Playing this game as a child is the happiest game in childhood and winter. When the poet Yang Wanli passed by, he saw young children playing this game, or the game that Yang Wanli played as a child, which inspired him and wrote a poem "A young child is making ice".
Snowflakes are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows on the dry branches, making a "whoosh-whoosh-"sound. The lake has already frozen, and the tile house is covered with snow layer after layer, which unexpectedly makes people feel that they have entered a world of ice and snow.
One morning, Mr. Yang Wanli was walking alone in a snowy alley. He has a white scroll in his hand and a pen and a bottle of ink in his pocket. He probably wants to write poems casually! At this time, a very interesting picture appeared in front of me.
A child with a childish face quietly walked out of the house. He came to the eaves next door and tried to catch the ice under the eaves with his frozen red hands. However, because the ice was too high for him to catch, he had to take a small bench and stand on it. After successfully removing the ice, he put the ice into a metal basin. Sitting on a stool, holding an ice cube, studying it carefully. Then he went home and made a small hole in the ice with a small hammer. He also used his mother's colored silk thread to sew clothes through a small hole in the ice. He regarded it as a silver pheasant and patted it gently in his hand. The ice makes a sound through the forest. The cheerful voice made the children dance. As he danced, he was completely immersed in this wonderful music. At this time, I accidentally tripped over a small stone and the ice in my hand fell to the ground. Before the child could react, I heard the sound of jade. So the child changed from happy to extremely disappointed.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Yang Wanli was very sexy. He put a blank scroll on a stone and wrote a poem. This is the origin of today's "children making ice".
Today is Yang Wanli's first day as a village head, which happens to be the day when spring cattle are played in the village. It is a custom in this village to shoot spring cattle, so Yang Wanli must also take part.
It's so lively to play the spring cow. The children stared at it as if something important was going to happen. Adults seem to respect this activity very much, and they are sincere every time. After a while, a villager brought out a spring cow. Yang Wanli looked at the spring cow and poured it into mud with rare black soil. He saw how lifelike the horn was, majestic and majestic, like an ox king coming to earth. The paper cloak is lifelike, and I also put on the paper armor. What a blue cow! The activity didn't end until noon.
The next morning, Yang Wanli started his patrol today. After a while, Yang Wanli suddenly found that the children had secretly gathered together, and Yang Wanli followed. Suddenly, he saw a child pick up a basin from the backyard and take out the ice in the basin. A child picked up a ribbon and put it in the ice. A child picked up a small piece of wood.
Winter is coming, the weather is cold, the lake is frozen and white everywhere. Kyoko took a gold plate to get some ice to play with. Ice will always fall, but Kyoko persevered and tirelessly packed the ice. He didn't give up playing with ice, nor did he give up anything because of difficulties.
Finally, with the efforts of Kyoko, the ice was frozen. Kyoko went home to get colorful silk, which was used as expensive silver pheasant, and penetrated into the small hole of the gold plate to reinforce the gold plate to prevent the hard-sealed ice from slipping off. It seems that Kyoko will find a way.
When the children are ready to play, they officially start to play. When he was ready, he began to knock jade Qing. The whole forest people heard the noise, and the sound of the forest was not as good as the sound of children knocking on jade Qing.
In fact, Kyoko can pour the ice while waiting for the ice to break. Finally, when the ice broke, Kyoko suddenly poured ice. Everyone thought it was the sound of glass breaking on the ground, but it was actually the sound of Kyoko dumping ice on the ground.
Playing this game as a child is the happiest game in childhood and winter. When the poet Yang Wanli passed by, he saw young children playing this game, or the game that Yang Wanli played as a child, which inspired him and wrote a poem that has been handed down for generations.
It snowed all night yesterday, and the temperature suddenly dropped, just like a world wrapped in silver. A child was wrapped up, pushed open the door and said happily, "Great! It's snowing! " He ran into the yard in high spirits, and suddenly came across something and picked it up quickly. He patted the snow on it and found that it was a copper basin that received water yesterday. So, I put my hand in the copper basin, feeling that yesterday's water has now turned into a piece of ice. The child thinks: I want to make a toy out of ice!
He found some thin reed pipes and asked his mother for a colorful silk thread. First, take the big ice cubes out of the copper basin, and then aim the reed tube at the center of the ice cubes to blow hot air. Slowly, the center of the ice began to melt, and gradually a round hole came out. He carefully passed through the small hole with colored silk thread and tied a fast knot. Then, a small iron bar came and knocked on the ice a few times, yeah! The voice is clear, just like Qing Yu's voice. The child danced happily and ran into the Woods with his toys. He hung it on a branch and knocked happily. The sound is crisp and pleasant, and you can hear it on the other side of the forest. The child was so proud that he thought, "I made this thing, it's great!" " I want more people to hear it. "So, play harder.
All I heard was "Bang!" With a loud noise, it sounded like a piece of jade fell to the ground. The child looked down and found that the ice was broken because it was too hard. The child impatiently picked up the colored silk thread and ran home to make another one. ...
Childish ice composition 1 1 In a snowy winter, snow flies like a pale white butterfly. It's like a spring breeze coming overnight, and white pears are bearing on the trees.
Adults wear heavy clothes and sit on the bed, constantly gathering around the fire. A burning smell went straight to the nostrils; The children rushed out of the house, rummaged in the basin at home, poured water into the basin, and then put the basin outside.
Early the next morning, the children rushed out of the house, excitedly emptied the ice out of the basin and looked at the big and complete "toy". They were ecstatic. Although it is cold, the children still hold the ice like babies.
The children found colorful silk from home and wanted to put it on the ice to turn it into silver carp. Look at their little faces flushed by the wind, look at their trembling fingers, and look at their serious and careful expressions. Wow, a shiny silver pheasant is ready.
"Ding, ding, ding", what's that noise? Is it the songs of all kinds of birds? No. Is it the sound of people working? Not exactly. It is the children who play "Ice Jade Qing". Look, their faces are full of pride.
Suddenly, I heard a ping-pong. Is it the sound of glass falling to the ground? No, it's the voice of the child jade. The child is very upset and sad.
In the morning, a red sun rises slowly from the horizon, illuminating the earth and everything is bright. The fresh air, the faint white fog, and … children's laughter is like two bells.
Yang Wanli, who got up in the morning exercise, heard bursts of laughter and her mood gradually improved. After a while, the noise through the forest cheered him up. Yang Wanli's mind can't help but imagine that a child with a childish face sneaked out of the house while his family was not paying attention. When he saw the frozen ice in the metal basin, he immediately laughed, his hands and feet danced up and down, and his face was full of excitement. He took out the ice and smacked him, no matter how cold it was at hand. In this way, a pheasant is finished.
Ice used to be transparent and dim, but now it shines as if the whole world is alive. He couldn't help smiling sweetly, picked up a stick on the side and banged it loudly. Just as Yang Wanli was immersed in his own fantasy, suddenly a voice like broken jade came into his ears and pulled him back to reality. Yang Wanli grinned. The child's ice must have fallen to the ground, right? Yang Wanli's mind suddenly flashed, and he returned to his room and wrote "A child makes ice": "A child's golden basin is de-iced ..."
However, hundreds of meters away, a child was disappointed to see the broken ice in front of him. ...
Winter is coming, there is heavy snow outside the window, and thick snow is piled up on trees, roofs and doors.
Maybe you will choose to stay at home in winter, but some naive children don't think so. They want to have a snowball fight in the snow, make a snowman of their own, and even do something more interesting. Children go to sleep with some expectations. In their dreams, they may have entered this joyful world of ice and snow.
The sky in the east is as white as a fish's belly. Children wake up from their sleep and see that it is already dawn. They put on cotton-padded clothes and can't wait to get up. What is this for? I saw the children take out the ice cubes frozen in the basin at night and have a look. Then they wear them with colored silk that adults use to weave and hold them in their little hands. The children rushed out of the house, ran into the snow and knocked on the ice on their hands. It turns out that children use ice cubes as musical instruments. "Tintin?" The sound is so beautiful that even people across a forest can hear it clearly.
At this time, the children who stayed in the snow for a long time were red in the face and their little hands were frozen. One of them didn't pay attention, and the ice fell to the ground and broke. The children covered their ears one by one because the sound was as loud as the broken glass. The young lady on the side saw the ice break and cried. Big brother comforted: "Sister, don't cry, we are all very sad!" " "After that, a boy grabbed a snowball and threw it at each other, which triggered another snowball fight.
When I saw this painting, I couldn't help writing: "Ice comes out of the golden basin for young children, and colored silk wears silver pheasants." A jade chime resounded through the forest, and suddenly there was the sound of broken glass. "
Alas, if only I could live a carefree life like this!
One evening in winter, Shimada Hanzo was behind the clouds at sunset, as if he were shy. The sky was light blue at first, then gradually turned blue, dark blue and finally grayish blue. The cold wind outside suddenly blew like a needle.
There are few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few are wrapped in thick clothes and struggling in the cold wind. With a creak, the door of a family on the roadside opened, and a six-or seven-year-old boy staggered out with a large metal basin full of water and accidentally spilled some water. After putting down the washbasin, the child squatted next to him and looked at the water inside. It was so cold that he kept breathing, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. He didn't go home until the adults called him.
Early the next morning, the child didn't want adults to shout, so he ran to the door to watch the ice. The child was very happy to see the crystal clear ice. He shook the basin upside down for a long time, but the ice still could not be taken out. He put a brick on the side, turned the basin upside down, knocked on the brick, and the basin was about to crack, but the ice still could not be taken out. He was impatient, so he hit the brick hard and the ice suddenly fell. The child was so happy that he used a string of colored silk, took a wooden stick at random and skipped to find his little friend.
He knocked on the ice proudly like a silver pheasant, trying to show off to his friends. Thinking about it, he knocked harder. It sounds like a jade chime, crisp and loud. Little friends came in twos and threes, and they surrounded the children and scrambled to knock at the door. The child is more proud. He held his head high and banged on the ice. He still walks around from time to time, but he won't lend his things to others.
With a "crack", the ice was knocked out of a crack, and then with a "crash", the ice shattered all over the floor. He was very depressed and his friends burst into laughter.
Winter is coming, and the temperature is getting lower.
A gust of wind blew, and I obviously felt the chill, shaking my body and rubbing my cold hands. He thought, it's so cold today, what game shall we play? He looked left first, then right. Suddenly I saw a copper basin and immediately had a novel idea.
He picked up the copper basin and filled it with water until it was full. Then put the heavy basin on the windowsill. Very easy to wait until the afternoon, he can't wait to run over and have a look. The water in the basin turned into ice, and when you poke it with your hand, the coolness climbed up along your fingertips. He couldn't help shivering, but he was happy.
He carefully took out the ice like a baby and made a small hole. Take out the prepared colored silk thread, wear it out of the hole and tie it into a circle-look, a crystal pheasant is ready! Walking around the yard happily, knocking on my hand, I didn't feel cold at all.
A pheasant made of ice sounds as beautiful as jade, like pearls rolling in a jade plate, and like the ice suddenly cracking in spring. The crisp sound passed through the Woods and people looked around. Where's that noise?
Suddenly there was a particularly loud noise, like the sound of Kethleen being smashed. People are curious. With the sound, they went to see, they were squatting on the ground to pick up broken ice-it was not broken, but the ice was broken.
People have a false alarm and go home to do their jobs.