No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak.
No matter how confident you are, sometimes you feel inferior.
When your tired legs straddle the threshold of success and failure; When your faint footprints step through an unmanned post station; When your bleeding heart falls into the abyss of confusion; When your efforts turn into a midnight breeze ... what are you expecting? How I wish someone could wake me up from the darkness!
Teacher, do you remember? When I was encouraged by you, I stood up timidly from my seat and stuttered to answer the questions in public, you gave me an encouraging look.
Teacher, do you remember? When I finished answering the question, your sentence was "OK!" "There is progress, but we still need to work hard!" ..... To my delight, I began to change from inferiority to self-confidence and began to talk about the world.
Teacher, do you remember? When I am content with the status quo, too satisfied, but not satisfied, thank you for waking up the dreamer: there are more beautiful scenery ahead, so why stop behind the wild flowers on the roadside.
Teacher, do you remember? When I thought I was full of bows, I didn't have the ability to dig, but you reminded me that people's potential is infinite, so work hard! Come on! You are sure to enjoy the more beautiful scenery ahead. I wish you great success and further progress!
2. Where can I write an 800-word article on "Another Life"?
There was silence in the examination room, only the rustling sound of writing echoed in the empty classroom.
My heart is not very bright at the moment. It's midsummer, but my heart is full of ice and snow, as if there are countless sorrows that linger. Alas, after such a long and arduous review, I finally faced a pale test paper. How can you not be depressed? Someone behind him sighed, helpless? Still boring?
I once heard the teacher say, "The senior high school entrance examination is a turning point in life. For a top student like you, it is undoubtedly an opportunity for carp yue longmen. " "Maybe." I answered lightly. I seem to know very well in my heart. Don't you study hard as usual after the senior high school entrance examination? Even if you study in an institution of higher learning, you will face a pale test paper in a few years. Where is the turning point?
Alas, the winter in my heart will definitely be longer, and I'm afraid spring will not come! Outside the window, the willows are green and have experienced the cold winter. Did they ever feel happy when they started in spring? They absorb rain and dew all day and strive to grow. Can't they really escape the sadness from autumn to dead leaves? In that case, why do you have to work so hard and work so hard?
Just then, a breeze blew, bringing the pure fragrance of willow branches and leaves, and my mind was clear for a while. It suddenly occurred to me that this endless cycle of willows is struggling to grow, isn't it for the fragrance of this world?
Perhaps, after a cold winter, their hearts are looking forward to the warm moment at the beginning of spring, knowing that there will be dead leaves and frozen snow branches all over the sky, but this is a beginning and an end after all. When spring begins, their fragrance will eventually overflow the world and last forever. Yes! The results of the senior high school entrance examination are not important, and a brand-new life rings after the alternation of old and new. In this annual ring, we struggle, we laugh, and we are confident that the temperament and fragrance of students will shine all over the world!
I don't know when, but I feel warm. Be clear in your heart: the process is the main thing. After beginning of spring, the flowers will bloom and the hard seeds we planted will take root. Why worry that the world will be clear if the incense is not far away?
Someone handed in the paper in advance, but I insisted on sitting until the end. Yes, since it is a turning point, why not enrich this process to no regrets?
[Perfect reason] It is a common idea to express feelings naturally in writing, and it is not easy to write new ideas. However, the author of this paper can express his philosophical thinking on life through natural reincarnation and fragrant scenery on earth. Coupled with harmonious structure and fluent language, the article is popular and profound, but simple and unique. Tolstoy said: "When people are alive, they must have goals in life." Adolescent children are easy to wander in false vicissitudes and indulge in ignorant rebellion. The value of a small author is that he can find himself in the chaos and find the right direction. Yes, the road is not in the sky, but at the foot. As long as you walk carefully, every step will be so real and valuable.
Bring her handwritten composition 600 My father's hand Now, my father's hand is covered with calluses, leaving the mark of years. In my dream, I saw big hands holding small hands, and small hands holding big hands.
Those hands have been warm since childhood ...
Once, it was those strong big hands that took me into the kindergarten, and it was also those constant big hands that took me through the six years of primary school.
I remember when I was very young, one spring, my father took me to the airport to fly a kite. At that time, I was not sensible, and my little hand dragged the kite on the lawn, but the kite just couldn't fly high. Naughty, I ran to my father's side and pulled his clothes and said, "Dad, kites can't fly high. Can you make it fly? " Father smiled and said, "OK, let's let him fly, let him fly very high." So, my father gently picked him up with warm hands and held him in his arms. Then, my father picked up the kite on the lawn and handed it to me, letting me hold the thread in my left hand and drag the kite in my right hand. Then, he ran against the wind, and when the wind got stronger, he put his right hand into my little hand and threw the kite into the air together. Then my father slowed down and watched the kite fly into the blue sky with me. At that time, I always thought that my father's warm hands gave the kite strength and made it fly to the free blue sky.
When I was in primary school, my father often stroked my little head with warm hands and said to me, "Chaoer, you should study hard and I will buy you anything you need for your study." I nodded puzzled. During that time, my father often found time to study with me, taught me to write by hand, and took my little hand to the bookstore to buy books.
At noon when I was ten years old. Mom is busy cooking and dad is watching TV in the living room. As usual, I just came home from school, went to the kitchen to serve food, and accidentally broke the bowl. Suddenly, I was afraid that my parents would scold me. Sure enough, my mother turned around and stared at me with a black face, and then scolded, "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, tears welled up from my wet eyes. At this time, my dad came over, looked at the situation and said, "Forget it, forget it, he didn't mean it." My father wiped the tears from my face with his hand, dragged me to the balcony, stroked my little head with his hand, and said earnestly, "Everyone makes mistakes, but if you make mistakes, you must learn from them, and you can't make the same mistakes again, you know? Well, stop crying and be a man. " My father wiped away my tears with his warm hand again.
One night, my father and I were walking in the street. Suddenly, my father reached out and took my hand, looking at the starry night sky and saying, "Chaoer has grown up, and before long, he will be taller than his father." At that time, my father was old, and I had to let you take me away! " Aside, I didn't reply. Holding my father's rough, calloused but warm hand, a stream of heat rushed into my eyes.
Today, my father's hands are covered with calluses, leaving the mark of years. In my dream, I dreamed that big hands were holding small hands, and small hands were holding big hands. ...
4. I handwritten 600 words of my heart, and I handwritten my heart.
On an unknown hot afternoon in summer vacation, I was in a small room full of books, which was not spacious. In front of me is a desk with summer heat. I hold a pen wandering in time in my hand, and build my own life state on a thick book.
It is easy to add a complex and pale color to people's mood in the afternoon in summer, and there is a worry that they will continue to be chaotic. So I am eager to face the stars all over the sky alone in a quiet attic, or to turn Meng Tong-like colors into a pen and a piece of paper to create words together, without waves, twists and turns and sticky thoughts.
This is the purest word in the moonlight. I saw them lying quietly and neatly on that piece of white paper with ink fragrance, waiting for my original intention for them, or living in an unknown corner of a small attic where the sun couldn't climb, so a kind of pallor and confusion suddenly sprouted. I vaguely heard their whispers, admitting that the world lacks a warmth, but stayed in my long thoughts. But my eyes tell them that this will never happen.
Check your handwriting. There is a reward for writing. When I got up in the morning, my mother made me wear a down jacket and said it was very cold today. I dismissed it. I am a young man, and I am not afraid of the cold. After getting up, I brush my teeth and wash my face with tap water as usual. I just took a sip of water and said, "Wow!" My teeth are freezing. Go and get some hot water. Mom is right. It's really cold today.
After breakfast, I went out with my parents. As soon as I went out, a gust of wind blew me cold. I strode to the car, but my father's car wouldn't catch fire. I only heard my father say, "I usually fight as soon as I hit it." Maybe it's too cold today and the water tanks are frozen. " After listening to my father, I really regret not wearing a down jacket. Think about it, even the water is frozen, and the temperature must be below zero. It seems really cold today.
Finally arrived at my destination, just as I got off the bus and closed the door, "Bang!" Bang, a gold star flashed, and my hand was like a needle. Mom said it was static electricity, because the weather was cold and dry, and some metals and chemical fibers would generate static electricity. I thought to myself, this static electricity really hurts.
My mother and I waited for my father to stop at the roadside, and the wind was whistling. After a while, my face turned into a red apple, shivering with cold. I quickly put on my hat, zipped my clothes over my head and put my hand in my sleeve. Mom saw it and told me not to just stand there, just jump and run back and forth, so it would be warmer. While doing what my mother said, I thought: if I don't listen to the old man's eyes, I will suffer. It's really cold today!
6. Composition, "learn to be silent", write by yourself, don't paste, be quick, be quick, be quick, and learn to be silent by hand.
silence is golden. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it a little.
Silence brings both advantages and disadvantages to people's lives, and everything is relative. Silence is sometimes a way to give yourself a chance and a retreat. It is also a way to respect each other, listen to each other's troubles, tolerate each other's mistakes and understand each other's pain. Silence does not mean ignorance and weakness, but rather expresses its own elegant and calm quality. Silence is sober, silence is contemplation and unfathomable. Silence does not mean that you can use the word "silence" casually, but do it when you should. Silence is an invisible killer for people who love each other, with a strong hit rate, and silence is an obstacle to communication; Silence gives people a cool feeling, because silence plays a cold game on the outside, but it should be a fast "brainwashing" game on the inside.
Silence means that a superior person will cross life, mature to a positive result, understand his own shortcomings without worrying, bring happiness, learn to laugh at life, bring unnecessary harm to others, and bring harmony to society and family.
Learning silence means learning to love others and yourself, learning silence means learning to choose right and wrong, learning silence means learning to accept any good or bad result, and learning silence means learning to fight against time.
7. Write a composition with my father's handwriting.
Everyone has a pair of useful hands, some are warm and delicate, some are tender and dexterous, and some are thick and powerful ... Among them, my father's hand is my most familiar and favorite.
Dad's hands are big, but mom says they are not. At this time, my father would say, "grab grass with big hands and treasure with small hands." Indeed, dad's fingers are not very long, but they are thick, with round fingertips and smooth palms. When the back of the hand is straight, you can clearly see the purple blood vessels protruding under the skin. Sometimes I ask my father, "What are you proud of your hands?" Dad said: "diligent and powerful, can work."
Yes, dad's hands are strong hands. Once playing in May 4th Square, I saw other children's fathers flying in the air holding their hands, so I quickly said to my father, "Dad, I want to fly, too." Dad agreed, took my hand and waved my arm, and I flew into the sky. Dad is tall, so I fly higher and happier than other children.
Dad's hand is still a pair of hands that sow knowledge. Every Saturday, Sunday or holiday, my father will take out the whiteboard and hang it on the study door. He will be a teacher and I will be a student, writing pictures on the whiteboard and helping me with my homework. Sometimes he will let me be a teacher, he will be a student, and he will let me teach him.
Dad's hands are warmer. Sometimes eating badly or running too fast will hurt your stomach. My father will let me lie flat on the bed or sofa, put my hands on my stomach and say, "I have a stomachache. I want to find the old bear. The old bear is not at home." Looking for Lao Gao, Lao Gao grinds a broadsword at home. He will break his stomach and shout twice to scare his stomach. " Go back and forth a few times like this, and your stomach will warm up, and it won't hurt for a while.
I like dad's hands. Now my hands are getting bigger and bigger. I will use my brain and hands to learn the skills of my father's hands.