There are many immoral things around us, such as school bullying, who deliberately destroyed public property and disobeyed social rules.
A week or two ago, I saw a gentleman walking on the sidewalk. There is an aunt sweeping the floor next to her, who has finished cleaning and is going to sweep the floor elsewhere. The gentleman threw the finished melon seeds and orange peel on the ground. The aunt who swept the floor saw it and came over and swept it into the trash can. Aunt also said, sir, you can't litter, you should throw the garbage into the trash can. This gentleman is impatient. He said some dirty words to his aunt who swept the floor and left. That gentleman's behavior is so immoral, in fact, the answer is here.
In fact, it is not difficult to be a moral person. Around us, there is no need to be earth-shattering, just need to do some small things. For example, give your grandmother a seat on the bus, don't smoke in public places, don't talk loudly, don't swear, don't fight on campus, don't litter everywhere, and help the blind cross the road ... all these show your moral quality.
As we all know, we often donate clothes, toys, daily necessities, books and pocket money to the poor in mountainous areas, which reflects our morality and needs our love. These are the answers.
Also, we should all respect our elders and love our parents. At home, I usually help my father beat his back, help my mother wash the dishes, help my grandmother sweep the floor and help my grandfather mop the floor. These are the embodiment of morality and quality, and these are the answers.
All of us should have morality and quality, and more importantly, love, which can be found in life.
I don't know when I started. I like to sit quietly in my room and read all kinds of good books.
I didn't like reading before, and I thought reading was boring. What is there to see in an article composed of boring words? It's all long and boring. Why do so many people like my boring books? What magic is there in the book that can make so many people linger and enjoy the fragrance of reading? Therefore, I also want to read a good book to find the answer.
In primary school, what impressed me the most was Shen's book. I first came into contact with his Dream of the Wolf King, which is a novel. Whenever I see such a book, I get bored. There are so many pages. When should I see it?
But when I opened the first page, I was deeply attracted by it. Time passed slowly, one page, two pages, three pages, four pages, and I turned the pages gently. It turns out that a boring sentence will become so interesting when combined.
The female wolf in Shen's Dream of the Wolf King is so lifelike. Although the ending may not be so perfect, the mother wolf Zilan has the same expectations for her children as our parents.
Since then, I have read all Shen's animal novels, and the animals he wrote are vivid and impressive. I think I have found the answer I want. The original boring words can only be combined in an orderly way, which is so incredible.
The ancients said: "The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu." A good book is a golden mountain, so we should be good at digging its value. Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, books have brought a lot of knowledge to people, and let people gradually improve themselves.
In fact, the answers to many things you doubt are around you. Only by exploring and searching can you find the answer you want.
Should I give a beggar a coin when I see him? It was not until my aunt appeared that I got the answer in my heart.
The wind in the street is like an irrational madman, blowing trees everywhere, getting into people's clothes, and sometimes purring. Maybe it's spring again?
Beside the station, I saw a beggar lying on the ground. He is wearing a white shirt, but the white shirt has long been smelly, rotten and even yellow. He holds a broken ceramic bowl in his dirty hands, which contains several coins with a long history. Seeing his thin face and weather-beaten hands, I began to sympathize with him. I rummaged through my pockets and finally found a coin.
But when I was ready to put it in the bowl, I hesitated. The correct answer in my heart is covered by cloth.
Do you really want to help him? He is probably a liar! I put the coin back in my pocket, took out my cold mobile phone, bowed my head and played like everyone else, pretending not to see him.
Bang! A coin jumped into the beggar's bowl. This is the answer in an aunt's heart. Give him a coin.
Aunt just came out from the market to buy food. She didn't look at the beggar carefully. She just walked up to him silently, took out a coin with temperature from her pocket, bent down and gently put it into the bowl. Then she left without looking back. When the beggar saw the shiny coin, his eyes opened wide, his mouth trembled slightly and he said thank you, and his body shook twice. He was grateful and moved everywhere.
Because of aunt's fiery heart, she burned the cloth. Makes me feel ashamed.
I see the right answer!
I immediately took out the coin I had just put in my trouser pocket, followed my aunt's action, bent down and gently put the coin into the bowl, thud! This voice seems to celebrate that I found the right answer.
On that day, I went from rejection to shame and finally to care, from wrong answer to correct answer, from ignorance to maturity.
That spring, I got the most precious correct answer.
Life is like a test paper that needs to be answered, and the answer to the test paper needs to be written by yourself, because everyone's life goals and pursuits are different, because everyone has different attitudes towards the difficulties and setbacks encountered in life, and because everyone's life efforts and efforts are different, so everyone's life answers are different.
Throughout the ages, both great men and literati have different answers to life.
"Some people are alive and he is dead. Some people died, and he is still alive. If he lives, no one else can live. His fate can be seen; He lives for a better life for most people, and the masses hold him high. " This is Cang Kejia's evaluation of Lu Xun.
"Bowing one's head and being a willing ox" expresses Lu Xun's strong hatred for the enemy and infinite love for the people. This is the revolutionary pursuit of his life, and dedication is the answer sheet of Lu Xun's life.
"Can't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Can't you see that the lovely lock in the bright mirror on the high building, although it is silky black in the morning, turns into snow at night." This is a poem by the poet Li Bai. Li Bai was smart in his early years, and when he was 15 years old, he wrote a lot of poems. However, his career is not satisfactory. Li Bai fled with his family after the An Shi Rebellion. On this bumpy road of life, Li Bai still writes poems, and sings a series of well-known classic poems with a broad mind in the vast landscape. This is Li Bai's answer to life.
"I am willing to be the pommel horse of this city, and I will sign for you from now on." This is Mulan's belief; "The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years." This is the bravery of Mulan. Mulan is wearing a battle dress, performing an eternal swan song, feeling the past and moving the present. The word "filial piety" is the answer to Mulan's life.
Different historical figures have made different answers to life, which stems from their different understanding of things. Through the clouds of history, we can appreciate their answers to life and look back at reality. To find the answer to life for yourself, how to establish a correct life goal and pursuit. How to move forward in difficulties and setbacks; How to work hard and forge ahead is the theme that we aspiring teenagers should think deeply. Let's chase, let's fly, let's fight bravely and write our own life answers with colored brushes.
In the whole life, maybe we just want to find our own unique answer.
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When I was four years old, I happened to walk into a musical instrument store. This is the first time I am interested in something. Since then, I have embarked on that long road of learning the piano. When the initial curiosity and patience disappeared, I realized that this was simply a boring, boring and boring road. There is no end, no direction.
I began to get confused, and even forgot the original intention of insisting with myself. After I got the Grade 10 certificate, I completely lost interest because I studied for the exam for two months. Since then, I have never opened the lid of the piano.
Until that day, grandpa was ill: "I want to hear you play the piano." When you were young, you could enjoy it while I was cooking. " I am helpless, but I don't want to make grandpa sad. I had to smile: "Good." I went to the piano and put my hand on the dark cover of the piano. In an instant, it seemed that there was an electric current passing through my body, and my trembling hands were placed on black and white keys. I sat down slowly and played my favorite tune. Playing and playing, the brain is like a movie, recalling many past events. How much sweat and tears have I shed for this; How much leisure time I gave up for this; How much effort and hardship I have paid for it ... At the end of the song, I finally found the answer I have been looking for for for a long time in my heart. Maybe when I was a child, it was just because of a fate and an interest. But with the passage of time, I have never noticed that it occupies such an important position in my heart. For me, the piano is no longer a musical instrument, a hobby or a specialty, but an initial insistence and an answer.
After knowing the answer, I talked to it like an old friend, poured out my troubles to it and shared my happiness ... I am the lucky one among thousands of people. When I was young, I found my own answer. I knew it was hard-won and valuable. I will cherish the rest of my life and will never fail.
The rainbow after the storm can't make up for my inner trauma, but the unexpected answer is always surprising.
I don't know where I am when I am scolded for failing in the exam, and I am wandering. The wind in the air has stopped, and the rainstorm in the afternoon can't be absent. Dark clouds change suddenly, and the situation is unpredictable, and I don't know where to go. I cried alone in the corner. It's raining. It's raining hard. Without any sympathy, I shed tears into the distance.
My heart has been restless for a long time. I had to listen to the wind and rain alone in the corner to calm my mind. China, China, China; The breeze is accompanied by drizzle, and the sound of rain is accompanied by the heart. In this way, I am immersed in the music of nature.
The grass emerged from the crack, and its tenacious vitality surprised me. In the storm, a grass was born in the cracks and resisted tenaciously. It was not bent down by the storm, but repeatedly tried to straighten its small waist. Although its strength is insignificant, it is enough to survive this disaster. After the rain, the grass is particularly clear, the water drops stay at the tip and slide down one by one, and the green grass becomes green and fresh. The grass survived the difficulties and once again survived the storm with its tenacious body.
I was just about to cut in and have a look, when the next disaster came again and the next rain followed. The grass is dying, and my curiosity suddenly wanes.
Wind and rain mercilessly destroyed the grass and gave it no chance to survive. It straightened its back, but was bent by huge raindrops; It floated in the wind, but it was whipped by heavy rain and disappeared; It wants to fall, but it doesn't have the courage. I think it must be very helpless and must give up. I still can't find the answer I want. Surprisingly, it did not lose courage and confidence because of difficulties. It overcame the difficulties and stood up again. It stands up again!
Experienced the baptism of two storms, but still strong; What reason do I have not to stand up? -In fact, the answer is very simple. I'm not afraid of difficulties, I'm not afraid of hardships, I'm brave enough to be my best self, and I will finally usher in the dawn of victory.
The answer lies in every corner and needs our patience to explore.
The book was turned back, and the word "answer" was clearly displayed, leaving only a few sheets of paper. She looked at it, her greedy eyes became cold and her hands kept shaking. The answer has been torn.
I can't help but sigh, this is a music class, but the math teacher asked to do math homework ... Thinking of this, she turned around and looked at the back of the top student, and couldn't wait to pull him over and sit with her. She glanced at the top student, and the person next to him was looking at her proudly. She can't wait to draw him closer by magic.
She glanced at her deskmate again and comforted herself: this is better than my math, not bad. She thought of it, so she bumped her arm against her deskmate's arm. She bumped her deskmate and drew a curved curve in her exercise book. The deskmate immediately took away her erasing tape, drew a curve, gave her a dirty look and left a sentence: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Bury yourself in your homework.
She patted the torn book with her hand, hoping for magic to restore the answer again. Can sit at the same table: "Nerve!" She glared at her deskmate.
Put the book back in the bag and stare blankly out of the window. I am tired of watching azaleas outside the window, touching my head with one hand and turning my pen with the other. How boring!
It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. Rhododendron looks a little confused. She turned her head and saw that her deskmate was writing oral calculations. She leaned over. "50, 27 ..." After reading the answer, she put her hand into her bag and tried to take out her oral calculation. At this moment, her deskmate covered the answer with a notebook.
"Want to copy my answer? No! " When the deskmate raised her hand, she immediately said in his ear, "Don't snitch, I'll copy the Chinese for you after class!" " "The deskmate took back her hand and smiled with satisfaction." All right! "
After class, she looked out of the window. It was still raining outside. It doesn't matter if she doesn't go out to play. It's raining anyway. She said in her heart.
The deskmate kicked her under the table, hinting that she would come up with an answer. She glared at her deskmate and returned the kick she had just kicked with the same strength before she came up with the answer satisfactorily.
Since primary school, I have kept three little red fish in the fish tank at home. They are as big, lively and lovely.
I feed them every morning before school. They are my growth partners. Last Tuesday morning, I got up as usual to see my friends, but when I got to the fish tank, I was blindsided! A little red fish has been sunned at the foot of the fish tank. I was so anxious that I shouted, "Mom, how did my fish jump out!" " "Mom heard the sound and picked up the dried fish from the ground. She was also very puzzled. How can a good fish jump out of the fish tank by itself? I am very sad and puzzled. After burying the poor little fish in the flowerpot, he went to school listlessly.
When I got home at night, I was still sad to see the only two little red fish left in the fish tank. My mother knows what I'm thinking. She came up to me, touched my head and asked, "Are you still thinking about your fish?" I stared at the fish tank and nodded seriously. I can't figure out why a good fish suddenly jumps out of the fish tank by itself. Mom said, "Why don't you check the reason?" I came to the computer and started searching, and the answer on the screen suddenly made me realize. There are many reasons. According to my family's situation, the fish tank was not disinfected to change water, and the dissolved oxygen in the water was too low, which caused the "suicide" behavior of small fish. Knowing the answer, I applied the knowledge I learned about fish farming to my life. Every once in a while, I record the sterilization and water change for the fish tank, and install an oxygenation pump with my pocket money to keep the dissolved oxygen in the water.
This incident made me understand that after anything happens, I should be brave enough to pursue the answer. If I know the answer, I can do better in the future. Knowing the answer to a bad thing can avoid making the same mistake again.
People's innate curiosity, for the unknown things, people have a curious attitude and don't want to get angry.
From infancy, looking at the vastness of the world, we always have strong curiosity that is not proportional to our size, such as' why the west is round',' why children can't watch TV for a long time' and' why they should go to kindergarten'. Pestering parents for answers.
Youth is an explosive period, and the growth of knowledge and information makes us more brilliant. But as the saying goes,' curiosity kills the cat', doing something dangerous and out of our age out of curiosity will always bring us some unpredictable results. But this still can't stop those curious cats who have been rushing forward.
Because we are full of curiosity about everything in life, no, it is this spirit of doubt that makes us constantly innovate and improve ourselves. In the first volume of the ninth grade, I read an article "Doubt and Learning", which inspired me a lot. It says that "doubt is not only a necessary step to identify and eliminate fallacies from the negative side, but also a basic condition to establish new knowledge theory and inspire new inventions from the negative side." How many scientists suspect that a thing has discovered something new and made great contributions to mankind. This is what our contemporary youth should learn to imitate.
Although the idea may be absurd sometimes, it's no big deal. Nuo was an ancient man thousands of years ago. He didn't even dare to move when he came to modern times.
As a junior three student, I once doubted myself. Why should I study? What is reading? What is struggle? Can I do that? But after I set up my ideal, I understood! I understand everything. Your actions should be commensurate with your ambition. So struggle and study. This is my answer.
People should find answers in countless doubts, break through themselves and strive for self-improvement. This is the meaning of the question and the meaning of the answer.
The excellent answer composition 10 always yearns for the beautiful and peaceful Jiangnan written by countless writers. It's a pity that I can only sail into the promised land in an imaginary boat, shaking and shaking.
I want to wake up in the crisp birdsong on April day when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the morning sunshine falls lazily on me, full of warmth. Look at the flowering of begonia through carved wooden windows.
I want to walk on the mossy stone road. There is a teahouse near the river at the end of the road. The river flows slowly, shaking greasy green grass. The flag of the teahouse is flying and the breeze is blowing gently. When I sit down, I can touch the fine lines of the porcelain cup and say with emotion, "I have a half-day leisure when I steal it." You can hear the sound of oars scratching the door curtain. Outside, people occasionally sing Kunqu opera. The euphemistic voice seems to have traveled through many time and space, floating on the calm water, floating on the delicate petals, wandering on the eaves of the flying bridge, hiding behind the vermilion door. The universe dissipated, and the noise of the world came to an abrupt end, as if it had been a century, so long, so long.
I want to sit by the pond and watch some brocade pieces smash this soft cloud and this pure land, and then hide under the round lotus leaf and disappear. In the sunset, the lotus leaves a gentle silhouette, and the breeze blows across the river, blowing out wrinkles and slowly swinging away.
I think in the evening after the rain, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, emitting white light, and a graceful shadow floats by. It was a Jiangnan woman, wearing a white cheongsam, carrying a lantern in her slender hand, walking gracefully through a quiet alley with a faint halo and a moist and green smell of vegetation, and her sad eyes crossed the alley. On this rugged bluestone road,
Maybe like Tao Qian, I imagined a paradise: gentle wind, gentle water, warm light and a woman with temperament. Maybe the beautiful scenery I fantasize about, like all prayers in the world, is just an empty dream, maybe not far away, maybe on the other side of time, and I don't know the answer.
1 1 My grandfather is a freak. He doesn't like the comfortable life in the city, but he likes dealing with the land. Why? For many years, I have been searching for the answer in my heart.
Grandpa has short gray hair, and his dark face is covered with age spots due to years of wind and sun. His face is like a lake, his hands are covered with calluses and his back is hunched a lot. Grandpa doesn't smoke or play mahjong, but only likes to drink a few mouthfuls of wine. It stands to reason that he should like the leisure life in the city.
Later, due to long-term work and irregular diet, a series of diseases such as hypertension appeared. Aunt took the opportunity to take him to Shanghai, one is to cure the disease, and the other is to let grandpa relax and not be too tired.
Grandpa was at a loss when he first arrived in the big city. Skyscrapers in the clouds, criss-crossing expressway and endless traffic made him wonder where he was. Aunt led him home, looking at the exquisite furniture and clean floor, he was confused for a moment. After coming back from the hospital, I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time and didn't know what to do. I want to watch TV. My cousin has to do his homework. If you want to read a newspaper, your eyes have long been spent; Want to help with housework, the ground is clean enough to reflect light; Not to mention going out for a walk, it's too hot for anyone outside. Grandpa can only "think" in that small prison. As a result, in less than a week, grandpa hurried back to the country with medicine, and later asked him to go to the city, and he never went there again.
Once I asked my grandfather curiously, "The city is so good, why don't you like it?" May be menstruation around, grandpa didn't say anything, but there is obviously a little tired in his eyes.
Until I came back from Shanghai, I was surprised to find that the boredom in my grandfather's eyes had long since disappeared and was replaced by a little joy. The two vegetable gardens in front of and behind the house are kept in good order.
Grandpa stood at the door, talking happily with the villagers passing by. Looking at him, I seemed to find the answer: not only the freedom in the countryside, because grandpa's roots are here, he will never forget where his roots are, and he will always belong to this land.
I looked down at the ground under my feet. They are so approachable that I finally found the answer.
It's getting dark
I walked on the path and zipped up my school uniform.
Today, the teacher asked us a question: What is responsibility? I had no idea, so I had to go out for a run, but unexpectedly, it was foggy.
The lights on the side of the road are flashing, and the bushes are swishing. I huddled in my clothes again, trying to get home quickly, and noticed something on the bushes in front.
This is a bike! What is unusual is that this bicycle is obviously worn out, and the white and blue body is covered with dust. Rust has grown on the black chain, and the original pair of "eye nitrile" has also dimmed a lot.
Help? Still to no avail? Help, I'm alone. How can I help this car? There is nothing wrong with not helping, and there is no one around. No one will accuse me if I leave. Let's leave now.
With this mentality, I closed my eyes and turned to leave.
"Little girl." When I heard someone calling me, I immediately turned my head and saw an old man. In the moonlight, the white hair is covered with a faint gray, the face is engraved with the knife marks of the years, and a pair of eyes are deep and dull, as if they can make people rolling in the deep.
"What's the matter?" I asked the old man.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes!"
The old man pulled out a wry smile and said, "Do you know? What is the difference between your blindness today and their trampling and abandonment? " A cloudy tear fell from his eyes and he waved away.
Passing by a mother and daughter, the little girl took her mother's hand and said, "Mom, look, a bicycle fell down." "Let's go!" Mother grabbed the little girl impatiently and walked away.
Responsibility is not verbal, it needs to be expressed by action. The responsibility is not to ask you to undertake any big task, but to do your job well in every individual, even if it is to help a bicycle on the roadside.
I picked up my bike and submitted my answer.