Bitter and interesting composition 1 My family really likes suffering.
Three meals a day, there is always some unsightly bitterness, which reminds people of the hardships of life. It's really strange to eat something bitter instead of big fish and big meat!
Dinner is still a cold dish-bitter gourd. My mother is busy moving chopsticks, picking up two or three pieces and stuffing them into her mouth. While eating, she shouted: Bitter! It's too bitter. Eat something bitter? I was so surprised that I decided not to eat it.
Here comes the fish. I can't wait to lift chopsticks, pick up a piece of fish and chew it. It's really boring, isn't it fresh? I thought discontentedly, so my mother put a piece of fish in her mouth, but she cried loudly. It was really rare and delicious. Does it taste good？ Why can't I eat? Hehe, let's eat bitter gourd first, mom said, looking at the cold bitter gourd.
Eat bitter gourd? I picked up a piece with a grain of salt and smelled it first. It was tasteless. Then I put my hand into my mouth a little, and my tongue touched it inadvertently, and it had no taste. I plucked up my courage and threw bitter gourd into my mouth. Chopsticks quickly dodged and my mouth chewed carefully. Ah! How bitter! This bitter spring, just dug, gushed out, instantly occupied the taste buds and squeezed away my delicious food or good memories.
Everywhere I went, my brow was pulled down, and my stomach turned upside down, like a drop of ink swallowing up the accumulated sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and the sea of suffering was boundless. Busy swallowing a piece of fish, huh? I really feel that the fish is sweet in an instant. Who added more starch or sugar to it? Maybe the taste buds failed for a short time before. I tasted it carefully, and it was the same fish as before, but a sweet smell swept through my body, so fresh.
Yes, only by awakening people's suffering can we bring refreshing sweetness. The bitterness of bitter gourd washed away the dullness of the stomach to the five flavors. From the tip of the tongue to the taste buds, the feeling of food became extremely excited, and it was this that I felt really sweet. This can be extended to life. A painful experience may make you miserable, but after all the hardships come, you will feel no more bitter!
Finally, I served a bowl of soup, stewed chicken with Sophora flavescens. At this time, I dare not underestimate the bitterness. Sophora flavescens is bitter, even if it is used as medicine, it is extremely bitter. When it is cooked with black-bone chicken, it creates the sweet smell of black-bone chicken and becomes an extremely nourishing food. Coupled with some medlar and angelica, it can be said that the aroma is overflowing and a delicious meal is made.
It can be seen that bitterness can set off sweetness, and bitterness can achieve good things. Just like a blessing in disguise, how can you know that it is not a blessing? The world of life is really sad and lamentable. Bitter or sweet, the key lies in your environment and attitude towards things. You can taste all kinds of dishes and taste life, and you can laugh at life with a table of delicious food. Bitterness is just one of the hundred flavors. The interesting ones must be known!
A piece of paper, spread out slowly.
A finely ground inkstone.
One hand, gently hold the wool.
The pen is dipped in ink, lifted and dropped, and the ink is spread on the paper. Seven years old, entering the study for the first time. A slightly old big hand full of cocoons, gently holding Xiao Bai's hand and splashing ink. "When studying inscriptions, you don't have to rush to copy. You should seriously speculate and ponder, read carefully and patiently, and read one by one. First of all, remember the morphological structure of each word, that is, the basic appearance; Secondly, we should remember the main characteristics of each word, that is, the characteristics of writing; It is also necessary to explore artistic styles and characteristics in order to copy them better. This is the first shape that I have tried to achieve. " "But even so, I can't write the momentum of the word itself!" The master replied: "For example,' flowing clouds and flowing water' can be properly expressed in cursive gestures, that is, the momentum is gorgeous and the context is well connected; The style is smart and bold, showing the charm of cursive script ... "The master smiled, raised his head, shook it and leaned back. I read, read, copy and understand the structure and weight of each word carefully.
Cold comes and summer goes, and it doesn't stop all day.
At the age of eight, I first came into contact with regular script. Just as I was about to show my grand plan and shine brilliantly, my dream was interrupted by a ruler with a bang. "What are you blind to write, the style is gorgeous and charming, and the sword is biased. Yan style should be full of brushwork, simple and dignified, vigorous and solemn, and imposing. Regular script is square, meticulous, horizontal like a thousand miles of clouds, vertical like a dead vine, left like a broken rhinoceros, hook like a crossbow. Have you ever heard of the word character? If you are a gentleman and Ming Che is masculine, you will be resplendent, and your elegance and charm will be carried forward. Open and magnificent, graceful and elegant, sparkling and generous. " I immediately pressed down the dry fire and my mind was idle. Holding a pen, holding a pen with a peaceful breath, raising a pen-writing a pen-collecting a pen, a "one" is lying on the paper when it is covered by overlapping clouds. Seeing the handwriting full, refreshing and beautiful, I breathed a long sigh of relief, but ignored the sweat on my back and the pain in my cervical spine. Although it is only about three or five seconds, it is as long as a century, and I feel the precipitation of ink and wash spirituality.
Looking back today, I feel that calligraphy is very poetic. Singing the wind and playing the moon, the prosperity is gone. His eyebrows are long and beautiful, his face is like a crown jade, his eyes are slightly drunk and his clothes are fluttering. She has almond eyes, peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips. She always refers to slender fingers and laughs like spring. One person plays the piano, and the other plays the Han, with beautiful scenery and clear skies in Wan Li. I also recall Sun's words: "The combination of literary talent and simplicity is the elegant demeanor." The more I chew, the more I feel that I seem to be able to chew out the beauty and bitterness of words.
More and more, I feel that the so-called bitterness should be that there is joy in bitterness and joy in bitterness.
Twist a wisp of ink for fragrance, write its charm, write its vastness, cadence and enjoy yourself.
Bitter and interesting composition 3 Summer is full of hot and dry breath. In a boy's dormitory, a special war began. "Three math papers and two English papers. Who wants them?" "Three English papers plus two Chinese papers, I won." Hee hee, four Chinese papers, I blew up ... when you see this, you may think these children are crazy. Yes, they are really' crazy' when they are about to face the college entrance examination. So they used this pile of test papers to play landlords. I really admire this optimistic attitude and this magical brain hole.
People think that life is a five-flavor bottle, enjoying all the sour, sweet, crying and spicy. "Bitterness" is what people hate most, and it is also what people are most afraid to avoid. But "suffering" is also an important way to hone a person, so it is extremely important to learn to have fun in suffering. Just like the poet Li Bai, although he experienced many hardships, he was always frustrated and drunk, wrote many good poems and eventually became a generation of "poetry immortals". Life, bitter comes sweet, depends on whether you can find this bitter.
The teacher is writing on the blackboard with chalk in his hand. This shiny Chinese character, like bad news, made us dumbfounded. "Oh, my God, Teacher XX has arranged so much homework, and he has to stay up late tonight." The sound is like the fuse that lit a bomb. In an instant, the whole class was sensational and crying. This kind of scene, the graduating class of grade three once a day, is used to it.
In the evening, I took out teacher XX's copy homework and began to copy it. There was only a faint breath and a rustle of writing in the whole room. Although this assignment is useless, the more I write, the calmer I feel, as if all my troubles have left me. So I always write this kind of homework first, even if I finish it, I still don't remember anything, but it will calm me down and I don't want to do my homework after I calm down.
The sound of the fan rotating, accompanied by the sound of writing, echoed throughout the classroom. It seems that I am the only one in the whole classroom at this time. Sweat kissed my forehead, and my heart, hands and eyes fell on this issue. After reading it for a long time, the pen stayed in the air for a long time. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I immediately lowered my head, picked up a pen, and instilled my thoughts into this piece of white paper. The more I write, the more excited I am. Finally, at the moment of writing, I was relieved. But the excitement on my body made me restless for a long time. Just like a person with constipation, he suddenly realized, and then he was too comfortable to calm down for a long time. After that, full of pride surrounded me. At this time, I am like a child who found candy. I can't wait to tell everyone that I have solved this problem! This is the fun of the exam.
Life is like a cup of bitter coffee. Whether it is sweet or not depends on how much sugar you put in it.
October, when the earth is fragrant, is the harvest season. Walking on the road, the sunset dragged my shadow for a long time and brought my thoughts back to that day.
It was hot that day, but it was much better than in the city. I stayed on the sofa and watched TV. Just when I was fascinated, my grandfather's cry came from my ear: "Liao, come down quickly!" Let's go to the mountain. " This time is also the harvest season. My grandfather is a farmer. He put his hopes on future generations and gave the rest to crops. Now it's time for grandpa to harvest. Grandpa knew it was not easy for me to go back to my hometown. He just gave a cry and the voice disappeared. However, it lingers in my mind. Now I am the most idle person in the family, and my grandfather is so old. How difficult it is for him to go up the mountain alone! I thought about it and immediately chased it out.
At this moment, I saw my cousin in high school follow. Grandpa smiled kindly when he saw us both. Grandpa carries a pole, my cousin carries a basket, and I carry a slightly bigger one. In this way, the three of us went up the mountain together, with one foot on the left and one foot on the right. I ran ahead happily, as if I had returned to my childhood, bearing the memories of our generations. Soon, I arrived at my destination. This is a cornfield the size of a basketball court. There are large and small corns hidden inside. I really want to play hide and seek with them! "Don't do too much today. Fill our baskets and go home." Grandpa's old and powerful voice rang again. I was so excited that I ran to the corn field first, picked corn left and right, and trampled the straw down after picking it.
Ten minutes passed, and the sun became more and more vicious. I have been sweating profusely, and the sweat dripped down my cheeks, dripping on the dry soil, and the soil was dyed black. My hands began to move mechanically, and I felt more and more tired with each step. What's more sad is that we didn't bring a drop of water, and my heart sighed silently. I seem to have become a straw in this cornfield, and I am about to be trampled. Grandpa, who was working hard, saw me faint and said with concern, "You have a rest. Your sister and I threw corn into a pile. You pick it up slowly in the basket. " I didn't answer, just put down my basket and sat down on the ridge. Looking up, there is no life in the whole mountain forest, only the sound of straw falling and the sound of wild birds flying from time to time. I was fascinated to see that the air was a little boiling because of the high temperature.
I don't know whether it's out of a boy's self-esteem or my guilt for my grandfather. I resolutely chose to stand up, put all the corn on the ground in one breath, and looked at the basket full of corn kernels, making me feel extremely comfortable. Grandpa said, I really grew up. I know that people should learn to endure hardships and learn to grow.
Walking on the way home, the sunset is still wandering on the hillside, but I don't feel hot at all. Today, grandpa harvested his crops, and I also harvested a lot of fruits on the growing tree. After hard work, you will gain something. Isn't that a bitter taste?
Life is short, and the joy of life is infiltrated by vicissitudes and becomes bitter. So between such "bitterness" and "pleasure", there is benefit, which is also the meaning of life.
A bitter and interesting life is a supreme state of pleasure. You can't see how the water of the Yellow River flows into the ocean from heaven, which is gone forever, and you can't see how lovely it is locked in a bright mirror in a high room, although the silky black turns into snow in the morning and at night. Time is like a never-ending traveler, moving forward step by step and never stopping! Never stop! From the moment we were born, we cried for the future fate, which announced our hasty arrival and turned the hourglass of pain conveniently, so pain came to the world with happiness. It is not easy to live a simple life, and it is even more difficult to live like a child. Feng Zikai looked at the innocent smiling face of children in his spare time and often fantasized: "Isn't it a meaningful and valuable life for children to grow up to about ten years old and die without illness?" Upside down, life is tired. Mr. Feng used the most decisive way to keep happiness for life in his imagination. Although life does not create much value, it is also a kind of beauty of summer flowers and a state of death of autumn leaves.
A bitter life is a state of thinking about happiness after suffering. When the night is silent, the moon is hidden and the stars appear. When the wind is cool, take off the veil of the soul, walk out of the secular barriers, relive a good mood, soothe a tired heart and look back on a bleak life. The pain and helplessness of the past turned into flowers and fruits hanging high on the tree of life, and the shame and sadness of the past turned into beautiful butterflies flying inside. I suddenly understand that pain is actually a kind of happiness, elegance and significance. Bitter life, fun after suffering; Bitter life, joy after suffering, makes people as cool as drinking water; Smell the flowers, moisten the heart and spleen; As if sipping fragrant tea, as if intoxicated!
A bitter life is a far-reaching realm of happiness. Be happy when you are in pain, enjoy happiness in the process of pain, and reap bitterness. Take all setbacks and misfortunes as the gift of life, Hui Ze of fate. I don't miss the past glory like a smoke cloud, nor am I afraid of the obstacles and mud ahead. When you meet a smooth road, you will go on firmly; When encountering a rugged mountain road, climb firmly. When you meet beautiful scenery, you will enjoy it while walking, but you will never stay. When you encounter an ugly environment, you will transform while walking, but you will never shrink back. As Wang Guozhen said in his poem, "I don't want to think about whether I can succeed. Since I chose far convenience, I only care about suffering. " Treat the pain in the pursuit process as a kind of happiness, and treat setbacks and pains as a kind of enjoyment, so as to achieve the perfect integration of real bitterness, bitterness and joy, and a kind of joy intoxicated with bitterness and goodness.
Bitter life, life is bitter and happy, natural and unrestrained between bitter and happy, aftertaste between bitter and happy, crossing between bitter and happy, life also has its own taste, a bittersweet taste.
In the ink-scented room, the sunshine outside the window dispelled the last cold air.
When I first learned calligraphy, my tender little hand trembled and held the brush tightly, and drew a horizontal line very slowly on rough paper. Lao Xiao, who was not old at that time, was a plain-looking, plain-dressed young man who spoke Minnan, that is, my calligraphy master, would come over, bend down, hold my hand, steadily put pen to paper, stroke, start pen, stop pen and collect pen. Then stand up straight, pat me on the shoulder and signal me to write well. I stared at his handwriting, hoping that my handwriting would look so good, and my eyes lit up.
However, such kind and well-intentioned teaching soon disappeared. When I was practicing calligraphy, whenever I shook my head, Xiao Lao knocked on my head mercilessly, then kicked my foot hard and said sternly, "Do you know what a good person is, sit up straight?" Keep your feet on the ground when writing, and remember it for me! "I didn't dare to think about the pain of being hit on the head by a pen. I quickly sat up straight. When I crossed out the typo, he punched me hard on the back of my hand and scolded, "Writing typos is like doing something wrong in life. If you cross it out in time, it still exists. You should face it squarely, and then you should remind yourself to be careful not to make the same mistake. "Looking at the red hand, my eyes are burning, but I can only continue to write.
I'm still enduring Master's lesson, and the pain of practicing calligraphy itself is even more unbearable. Practicing calligraphy in winter is really a crime and punishment. Song Lian once wrote: "It's freezing in the cold, the inkstone is solid, and the fingers can't bend and stretch, and they are lazy." I read that I was so bitter that I almost wanted to cry In such a hard environment, my bones are stiff and frozen, but I still have to hold the pen hard. I know it too well. When washing pens, my hands were red with cold water, because I remember Xiao Lao said: You can't use hot water, because hot water will degum the bristles.
The pain of learning calligraphy does not stop there. At the art festival, when people who study instrumental music and dance perform on the stage, how many times have I looked at the dazzling lights and gorgeous costumes. Whether they are skilled or not, they can make others notice their figure. How enviable! On the other hand, in a small room, we silently practiced the numbers on the rice paper. Spread out the cooked propaganda and suppress it with paper. Pick up a pen, wet it with water, dip it in ink, and then start writing. As soon as the pen tip is pressed and lifted, it escapes from the square, and Chu-style regular script emerges on the paper. When I handed in my homework, packed my tools and walked out of the classroom alone, I felt a little bored and boring. Finally, a posted work and an obscure name under it are presented. Staring at that hanging work, I am satisfied. Even if I pay more and return less, I still have no regrets, and I will harvest with unremitting cultivation.
Year after year, the smell of Song Yanmo is getting stronger and stronger, and the lingering fragrance stops in the corner of my heart. One stroke after another, the sadness that lingers at the end of the pen all the year round, unconsciously written into fun, wantonly flying. The warm autumn sun comes as promised, and the soft light is lazy and scattered all over the floor. I only want to write with bitterness!
My eyes were moist when blood oozed from the strings.
I have always longed for elegance like a dream. Whether I am happy or sad, as long as I feel it, I can sit down quietly, gently set my guitar, spread out my music, and poke a heartbeat with my fingertips. Like every guitarist, he can play and sing happily. Guitar, for me, is beautiful, enjoyable and eager.
Finally, this summer vacation, I have such a partner behind me.
How excited I was at first! I can't wait to squeeze out all the time every day and devote myself to the guitar. I can't wait to master all the knowledge. Sometimes just learning a simple "Little Star" will make me excited for a long time, as if I saw the future, holding the guitar and shining brilliantly!
I am obsessed with practicing every day. It's easy for Ben to think that he has become the guitarist of his dreams, but the reality has given me a heavy blow.
In class that day, I made rapid progress and entered the learning stage of chords. Seeing that I have taken another big step forward, I can't help feeling smug, and even made a great ambition to win it one day. The teacher gave me a demonstration first, and it was just a simple press of the string and a small amount of dialing. I can't stand it, I'm eager to try. When I was ready to pluck the strings like a teacher, I felt my heart pounding. How I long to make a crisp sound after plucking the strings!
I slowly put my hand on the string and held my breath, but it came back with a heavy hum. I was a little unwilling, adjusted my position, tried again, and it was still a muffled sound! I'm a little surprised what happened to my guitar. When I think of my original ambition, I feel hot all over.
So from that day on, I became like a guitar madman, pressing my finger on the piano board every day and gritting my teeth even if I carved a red mark. I can't believe that I stumbled under a small chord on a smooth journey! Thinking of this, I even increased the intensity of pressing the strings. Suddenly, I felt a bang and the bubble burst, which means that the red elephant is on fire. The severe pain kept me from playing the guitar for several days.
In these days without music, there is more emptiness in my ears, as if a friend had left me. Think about my original intention, my expectation and my future. Is it time to give up?
Looking at the wound on my hand, I resolutely tore open the wound and picked up the guitar again until the long-lost crisp rippled from my fingertips. That moment is the beauty of fingertip blossom and the intense bloom of soul!
When I first saw this topic, I thought of another word-fun. Fun means making people feel very happy and happy. Relatively speaking, suffering makes people experience not only the colorful life, but also the suffering in work or life. Although they are opposite, they complement each other. Look! Right?
Although I am a junior two student this year, I always feel that the physical education entrance examination is imminent. Don't you see me? My cousin has just finished the physical education exam. Because he ran for a few seconds, his total score was affected. Well, it's really difficult for me to score points in sports competitions. I can't help shivering at the thought of my sports achievements. It takes 3 minutes and 7 seconds to run 800 meters. How is that possible? I sighed: "It's over!" Long-distance running training makes me miserable.
Swimming has been added to the physical education examination in the new policy of senior high school entrance examination. When I was a child, swimming was my strong point. Ah! This is really timely rain! I secretly rejoiced: "Can I share joys and sorrows this time?" Unexpectedly, I trained for a long time, but I couldn't swim when I was growing up. What should I do? The original distressed days have not gone yet.
But don't people say that plum blossoms come from bitter cold? I believe that as long as we persist, we will win. I ask myself to go swimming every Saturday and Sunday. The weather was warm in the first two months, but it gradually became cold in the last few months. Slowly, I kind of want to give up. Until that day, I experienced the bitterness I had never experienced before, and I had the motivation to stick to it.
That day I went to the swimming pool as always, ready to exercise, ready to get into the water, and touched the water gently with my hand, ah! Why is it so cold? I quickly retracted my hand and sat on the shore, thinking distressfully, "What should I do? Is to give up? Still insist? " Suddenly, my mother, who kept looking at me, said with concern, "Is it cold? Don't be afraid. You will get used to it. Think that you are a luminous fish that can raise the water temperature! " After listening to my mother, I froze and turned around. My mother's metaphor really left me speechless, but the fun in the joke swept me away. I got up the courage to use my imagination and slowly entered the water along the pool. Maybe my mother's metaphor worked. I really feel like a cheerful little fish swimming freely in the water. Swimming that day always felt much easier than usual. Water is like a pair of powerful arms, pushing me forward. In this swimming, I experienced a unique bitterness that I have never experienced before. It turns out that suffering comes from this.
As the saying goes, "Without bitterness, there is no sweetness." The suffering in life is beyond words. However, there is more fun in life. Isn't it? When I use what I have learned to solve practical problems in my life, I will feel heartfelt joy and enjoy it. The joys and sorrows of life are like this. If you want to master real habits and skills, you can't do it without suffering.
Without the erosion of wind and rain, there would be no gorgeous rainbow; Young eagles don't study hard to fly. How can eagles fight the sky? Without hard work, there is no pleasure in harvesting.
I especially loved reading when I was a child. But due to family reasons, I have no spare money to buy books for me. Both my parents think that learning books well is enough. I don't need to read any other idle books. Only my grandfather supported me and helped me borrow books from my neighbors. I didn't let my grandfather down. I have been working hard and enjoying the world of books.
The green willows are yellow in spring.
In my opinion, spring is the best time to study. With the first ray of sunshine in the morning, I sat by the window alone, swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and sometimes even forgot to eat. I also go to bed very late at night, which can be described as forgetting to eat and sleep. In my sleep, I vaguely heard grandpa's footsteps, took the book in my hand, tucked it in for me, and said helplessly, son, don't suffer yourself. Unknown liquid is quietly flowing out of the corner of my eye.
Summer-the fragrance of hibiscus
"Mud comes out without dye, clear without demon", in this fragrant world, I seem to forget those disgusting mosquitoes around me. In summer, the mosquitoes in the room are as noisy as a concert, but I am still immersed in the sea of books. The next day, I can always see traces of mosquito attacks all over my body. At this time, grandpa will carefully apply the ointment to me, and his mouth will keep chanting, don't suffer yourself. The reading environment in summer is very bitter, but books give me endless happiness.
Autumn-chrysanthemums are in full bloom
"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely", and the weather in autumn is always so pleasant: it is crisp in autumn and breezy. Holding a book to the endless fields, sitting on the grass, wandering in the book with the breeze, how carefree it is. Sometimes I don't notice that the night has arrived, so I walk home slowly and don't want my family to wait anxiously. Son, don't suffer yourself, grandpa sighed with love. However, I have my own leisure: "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring."
Winter-Xue Mei stands proudly.
"The snow is loose and the pine and cypress are tall and straight." In the heavy snow, several plum blossoms became the most touching scenery. They are not afraid of snow and stand proudly. Isn't this the "Taishigong" who learned to drive in the fifth grade-Song Lian? No matter how hard the living conditions are, no matter how hard the road to study is, he is not afraid, like a plum blossom "cold ling blooms alone" In the book, I realized the significance of persistence and diligence. Then grandpa brought a warm handbag and put it in my cold hand. Sighed with a smile, son, don't suffer.
The four seasons alternate and become seasons. What remains unchanged is an unshakable heart for books.
Burning a column of sandalwood, tasting a cup of green tea, and holding a roll of poetry books, I wander in this four seasons of scholarly reading and feel the fun brought by books. Now I think that life at that time was really bitter, but it was also a pleasure to have books with me. Call it suffering for the time being.