It is my wish to be a monitor from primary school to junior high school. Although I didn't get into the ideal high school in the senior high school entrance examination, I realized my dream of being a monitor.
Before the start of the new semester, Mr. Zheng made me monitor. I can't help feeling a little surprised, but more timid and afraid. I am timid because I am afraid of being a bad monitor, and I am afraid that I don't care. Although I have timidity and fear in my heart, I am willing to try bravely in order to realize my wish.
Today is the first day of formal school and my first day as a monitor. I try to look fierce and establish dignity in my class. So during the period before self-study last night (our class entered the classroom earlier than other classes), I made good use of my voice and scared them. Why do you say that? Because their nonsense is too loud, if my voice is too small, I can't do it at all, so I stood on the podium and cried loudly, scaring those who didn't expect my voice to be so loud. Since then, I have established dignity in my class.
Hey! Prestige is established, but this man! It's getting fiercer. The people in the class didn't say anything in front of me, maybe that person called me mom's night behind my back!
Monitor, it's not that easy! The head teacher wants to talk to me once a week about those who make trouble in class and don't obey discipline. Hey, don't say it, the class teacher thinks I'm irresponsible, so don't say it, it's offensive! But there is no way, in order to convince the class teacher that I am responsible, I have to offend people.
Hey! Don't tell me, I am really a sinner. He is both my classmate and my relative. This morning, the head teacher called all the monitor of our class to the office to find out the situation and asked which students were making trouble in class and not obeying discipline. I sued him as I spoke, and later he was criticized. He still remembers me and ignored me for a while. Hey! He doesn't understand me at all. I sued him for his own good, but can he understand my difficulty? Now, I have been a monitor for almost a year. I have no fear and timidity in my heart, but I have a little surprise in my heart. In fact, I am quite competent as a monitor. It's good to be a monitor. I am glad that my classmates or teachers must let me know anything before they know it.
Try to make me feel happy and let me know that I should be brave enough to try everything. Try to give me courage, try to make me a good monitor, thank you-try.
On the road of growth, there are endless joys, endless sorrows, endless enjoyment, endless sorrows ... Only by daring to try can we gain, and only by daring to try can we grow up healthily.
Last summer, it was the first time I tasted inclusive and sweet happiness for the first time.
That day, I just went out and went downstairs, and walked to Loudaokou. A strange girl about my age suddenly bumped into me. Although he didn't mean it, the bump was enough to kill me. I fell from more than one meter. The bone on the foot is broken. At this time, the pain slowly spread to my heart. I groaned in pain. The girl is in a hurry and doesn't know what to do. Her face was flushed and her eyes were full of tears. She found her mother. The mother looked soft and charming, with a calm face, silky black hair and loving eyes, which made me warm up at once, but the feeling of pain came out at once. As soon as she saw me, she quickly picked me up and took me to the hospital. She didn't blame his daughter, because she knew that even this strange and scolding was futile, and she just wanted to save me.
I heard my mother's rapid heartbeat all the way. At this point, she was full of guilt for me and didn't stop until she got to the hospital. Fortunately, it was delivered in time and did not cause too serious consequences. Then my mother came, and she was just in a hurry. She doesn't seem to want the little girl's mother's medical expenses. What surprised me even more was that my mother actually smiled at her without any blame, but I hated why she broke my bones and made me suffer so much.
Suddenly I turned my head and saw the little girl's mother standing in a corner of the room, with her head down and tears in her eyes. "drop!" I saw a tear slide down her cheek. Although I didn't hear anything, I seemed to hear her heart crying. She's really full of guilt. But at this point, what about her daughter? People who haven't looked at him are also pretty. She blamed all the consequences on her mother. What kind of daughter is this?
I don't know why, but I suddenly forgave her daughter all her mistakes. It's like a vast blue sky in front of my eyes, and I feel very happy. I told my mother all my feelings, and my mother only said to me: Forgiving others means finding happiness for yourself, relaxing others and enriching yourself.
Yes, trying to tolerate others has also added a lot of joy to my growth path. In the future, I will remember this first time to tolerate others and let myself grow up healthily.
A short essay on Try 3 Mo Yun, Fragrance.
From small to large, the home is always filled with ink.
When I first started learning calligraphy, I was still young, less than six years old. The initial exercise was very boring. Although it is not mechanical, it seems that a certain program has been set, and what it does is to keep repeating it. Stroke, repeated writing; How to properly control the starting and ending of a pen always requires constant running-in with the brush in your hand. This kind of homework is like the story of Leonardo da Vinci learning to draw eggs when he was a child.
So immature, the mind is still wrapped in infancy, not to mention a body that has not yet begun to develop. So it is always difficult to control the strength of the wrist at first. Remember that feeling? The brush is in my hand, but it doesn't fit at all, like two independent souls, intertwined by chance. What I write every time is not words, but pieces of ink.
Of course I will be depressed. Every time I finish practicing, I feel worried when I see the unsatisfactory works in front of me, just like falling into a black hole and feeling myself spinning in a strange circle. At a young age, I can't understand or tolerate shortcomings. That when I was a little older, every time I raised my pen, as long as the strokes I wrote were not satisfactory, I would tear the whole paper to pieces. With the tearing sound, something in my heart is gradually being evacuated.
When I grow up, I gradually understand that calligraphy has brought me real peace. Every night, it is my time alone with the brush. Every time, the moment your finger touches it, there will be a different passion rampaging through your body, and your forehead will be slightly hot, but it won't make people anxious, but you will walk in your body with a calm force. It seems to belong to this world, but my sudden appearance has given it a unique charm. Surprised, a lotus suddenly fell and floated in the middle of the lake for more than ten years.
The words are small and elegant, and the strokes are straight and clean, without losing the little girl's ingenuity. The teacher once said that I have my own style in writing articles about Ou Yangxun. I just laughed-I really can't stand such encouragement. When it comes to copying your own law posts, it is an unattainable height, even if you spend half your life.
I grew up in the city, and I am not close to nature. But as long as you write with a pen, it seems that there is an aura that condenses mountains and rivers, so that you have the confidence to look down on the crowd. Calligraphy has the power to grow, much like a leek with crisp flower moss, which has always been green and fragrant. Time is solidified by the power of calligraphy and blooms like a bud.
The best books are natural. I don't know whether writing has ever been classified as art by the Muse, but learning calligraphy is a very touching thing, and you will meet a more perfect self in the process.
This is really a wonderful process. Listen, rice jointing and Yang Shuhua's voice.
I still remember that at the beginning of the story, it was because of my firm nod to my mother that I strengthened my pace. I always thought it was faith that kept me going. I suddenly found that my obsession with calligraphy has been so strong.
Trying is a ray of sunshine in life, warming our young hearts; Trying is a clear spring in life, nourishing our dry hearts; Trying is a breeze in life, blowing our young hearts. My several attempts made me feel my growth.
(A) the first experience of sports meeting
Junior high school, I signed up for the sports meeting for the first time. I only participated in skipping rope when I was in primary school. I don't know what it's like to run around the playground, and I've never experienced the joy of winning the first place in the competition. It was that attempt that made me fall in love with sports.
The first time was 400 meters. For me, I don't feel anything. At the sports meeting, when I heard that "the women's 400-meter athletes in the first grade are going to report everywhere", at that moment, my heart was in my throat. I am so nervous that every nerve is twisting, my heart is pounding and sweat is pouring out from my forehead, face and neck. The number cloth hangs on my chest, as if it were my "wrigley". The sun also ignored me, I don't know where the romance went, only the wind came to comfort me from time to time, and the tree nodded to encourage me from time to time.
Here we go. On the runway, all the athletes are gearing up, eager to try and ready.
"Bang-"the gun went off and all the athletes rushed out, including me. The tiny figure of 400 meters, I think it's too far. In a short time, the distance between me and other students gradually widened and became farther and farther.
I don't want to give up, and I don't want to miss this game. Regardless of the willy-nilly, I tried my best to rush forward, but I always felt far away ... Finally, I ran seventh.
Finally, I ran down and tried for the first time to let me know what the most basic circle is.
In a blink of an eye, it is another year's sports meeting. I tried to report 400 meters again.
This time I ran down, not as tired and nervous as the first time, and I felt much more relaxed after running the whole course. Although the final result is not satisfactory, compared with the first time, I am very satisfied. There is a saying in my ear: "failure is painful, but what is worse is never trying."
I've learned that in sports, never underestimate a sport. The ancients said, "Standing on this mountain and looking at the height of that mountain, you will never see the most beautiful sunset." I think it's true. Trying to run 400 meters again and again made me fall in love with running and the track.
(2) Challenge again in the electoral field.
In the second day of junior high school, the teacher said that he would run for the secretary of the League branch. I tried to sign up.
The election that day was packed and there was a lot of discussion. My legs kept shaking in front of the whole grade when I went on stage. I have never seen so many people under the stage. I'm so nervous! After the speech, I found that other students were more nervous than me when they came on stage. My performance that day was actually the best.
However, as soon as the result came out, I lost the election. I'm not disappointed by losing the election. Because of this election, I exercised my courage and courage, especially the applause of the whole grade, which gave me great encouragement. In this election, my courage and eloquence have been tempered and improved again.
In the process of growing up, I keep trying, experiencing, experiencing, and there are successes and failures. In any case, every progress marks that it has entered the next stage, which is growth and perception.
Only by bravely taking one footprint after another, can there be a regretless attempt and a clear harvest. /kloc-Thackeray, a British writer in the 0/9th century, once said, "If you are brave, the world will yield. If it beats you sometimes, you must be brave again and again, and it will yield. "
Looking back on the past when I grow up, I feel how wonderful every attempt is, and I understand the different experiences and moods brought by the attempt, and I feel the hardships of growing up.
The weather has been bad for several days this winter vacation, and it has been raining. You can't do outdoor activities, you can only kick shuttlecock at home by yourself. A few days later, I played some badminton. It suddenly occurred to me that I wanted to try to make a shuttlecock myself, and I didn't know what would happen.
As soon as I started, I took out the shuttlecock, scissors and cotton thread that I kicked out. I first pulled the broken badminton out of the chassis, and then cut the cotton thread under the clusters of feathers with scissors, so that the clusters of feathers became feathers. Carefully cut off the damaged part under the feather and try not to let the feather fly about. Then I picked better feathers. I counted 27 feathers. I took out 20 pieces, cut the prepared cotton thread into medium length, and wrapped these 20 feathers. I stuffed it into the badminton chassis, but there were too many feathers to fit in. I had to cut the cotton thread of that feather again. This time I wrapped 15 feather in it. Ah! Finally succeeded, put it in, no more, no less! I picked up my shuttlecock and tried to kick it. It feels so good! It is composed of colorful feathers, which is very beautiful. Although it is not as strong as the shuttlecock bought outside, I like it very much!
I finished playing shuttlecock, but the table was full of feathers that I cut off and didn't use. How should I clean up? I have to ask my grandmother for help. I saw that she first wrapped some big feathers in plastic bags and threw them away, and then stuck some small feathers with wet cloth and threw them away. I thought: when I finish kicking shuttlecock, I will know how to clean feathers and be a cleaner!
I showed my shuttlecock to my grandfather, who said, "This is a cottage shuttlecock!" " "But I really like this' fake' I made! Grandma said, "Happy! Through this matter, you have to understand that you have to do everything on your own to gain this truth! You think, if you don't do it yourself, you'll never make a shuttlecock. Without the first failure, this "cottage" shuttlecock could not be made! "When I think about it, that's true. Through this incident, I have a deeper understanding of the truth that "if you want to succeed, you must try everything yourself".
I have seen my grandmother make an omelet countless times, but I can't seem to understand it. I finally understood how my grandmother made it the other day. One day I will learn to do it and let my mother taste my craft!
On this day, grandma happened to go to Qibao Ancient Town with her aunt and sister. In the afternoon, my stomach began to growl. I should make an omelet. With this in mind, I went into the kitchen and put on an apron and sleeves. After putting it on, I found a question: where are the flour and starch? I think hard, but I can't find the answer. I carefully recalled where my grandmother got it. Oh, great! It should be in the blue box in the cupboard. I found the box and opened the lid. Sure enough, it is full of powder. I conveniently took out two eggs from the refrigerator, beat them in a bowl, stirred them evenly, put a little sugar like grandma, and then added flour and starch and stirred them into paste for later use. Now you can take out the pot. Clean the pan first, then put it on the gas stove, pour some oil and turn the fire to a minimum. When the oil in the pot begins to smoke, pour the freshly mixed flour into the pot and carefully spread the batter with a shovel, only to see that the bottom of the pot is covered with a transparent film. After hardening, turn around and wait until both sides turn golden yellow, indicating that the cake is ready to eat. As soon as the omelet comes out of the pan, I can't wait to eat it Ouch, it's too hot! I take back my words.
In the evening, grandma and them came back, so I quickly took out the omelet and gave it to them. Grandma praised me: "It's so smart and delicious." Also said that my cooking will surpass my sister in the future!
The essay model about trying 7 books is the nourishment of the whole world; Books are the source of knowledge and wisdom; Books are a good medicine for stupidity ... books benefit us for life. I will try to write a book today.
I'll start with the cover I will sort out the beautiful pictures on the computer, cut them out and bind them before making the cover. Then I will look for suitable compositions one by one according to the set chapters, set the titles and chapter names of these compositions in the catalogue, and then modify the catalogue, so that the catalogue and cover are completed. Then the first part. Because I am a little unfamiliar with the first part, I have no clue when I write it. I don't know where to start or even what to write in the first part. So, I surf the Internet, look up books and look at examples to understand the frontispiece. I think: when I understand the frontispiece, I will probably write it! However, this is not the case. It took me a long time to understand the preface, but when I started writing, I still had no idea. I once again went online to find out how to write a preface. I searched for a long time until I saw a person's method. I began to try to write according to the above method, so I finished the preface. Finally, the determination and modification of plate and composition. I typed the names of the sections in artistic words, put the pictures I found in advance under the artistic words, and then typed the composition in each section, thus completing the design of this book. Then print out the designed book in the print shop and bind it again, and a book is finished.
When I picked up the book I wrote, I was both happy and surprised. Books are precious, and the books I made are priceless. We should cherish books, cherish them and absorb their knowledge.
Many things we think are easy, but they are not. We need to try again. This is a good example. Last Tuesday afternoon, the teacher sent a notice of egg protection activities. As soon as I saw the notice, I simply said, "What is caring for life? Protecting an egg for three days is simply too easy, as easy as blowing off dust. "
When I got home that day, I said to my mother, "Just give me an egg and a fresh-keeping bag." Then I put the egg on the fresh-keeping bag and tied a knot. I said, "It's too easy, isn't it?" But when my voice did not fall, the egg was thrown with a jerk, fell out of my hand and broke into pieces. Then I said, "The second egg will definitely not break." But I thought to myself, "I can't despise this egg protection activity any more." I need to add several layers of protection to be foolproof. " So, I first put a few layers of napkins on the outside of the egg, put foam plastic on the outside, and added two fresh-keeping bags, which was reassuring.
When I arrived at school the next day, I was careful not to break my eggs. I protect my eggs with my hands from time to time. I don't go out to play after class, but stay in the classroom to protect my eggs. I am even more cautious when I see my classmates' eggs broken. When I was on duty at the school gate the next day, I suddenly bumped into the railing at the school gate, and my heart was slightly shocked. Will my eggs break? When I reached into my pocket anxiously, I found that the egg was safe and sound. Fortunately, I did a good job. After this small but thrilling experience, I also summed up my experience, such as don't put eggs in your pants pocket, don't walk too fast, don't look left and right, don't run, try to stay away from hard railings and walls, and so on.
The three-day egg protection activity is finally over. This thing I thought was super simple. Only 26 people in our class have finished the task. It's really easy, but it's hard to do. These three days of egg protection activities also made us realize the hardships of our parents. In these three days, we just make sure that we won't be broken. Our parents take care of our health and eat, drink and study 365 days a year. We don't know how many times more naughty we are than eggs. How worried parents are! I learned from this activity to take care of myself so that my parents don't have to worry about us so much.