A good book is an ancient city with vicissitudes.
There is no glitz of modern cities, no unreachable distance and dazzling aura, only nature and simplicity. Reading the ancient city is a kind of spiritual closeness and an emotional communication. Reading gives me education and enlightenment, gives me knowledge that I can't get in the process of classroom learning, and gives me unlimited fun.
Once, I came home from school, picked up a book, Madame Curie, and began to read it. I watched intently and was deeply moved by Madame Curie's story. Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice. She doesn't value money and honor, but she cherishes time. She has a full schedule every day, such as walking, cooking and looking after the children ... whenever she thinks of scientific research. Even when she was in hospital, Madame Curie kept thinking. I think: I usually procrastinate and my teacher often teaches us, but I go in one ear and out the other. It was Madame Curie's story that taught me to cherish time and concentrate on whatever I do in the future. Because wasting time is equal to wasting life!
I also read a good book-How Steel was Tempered. Open the title page, which reads: "Life lies in struggle!" " "This sentence is short, but it is so reasonable. Yes, setbacks are inevitable in the long journey of life, but as long as you struggle, you will add a brilliant page to your life. Unconsciously, this ordinary sentence actually made me regain my confidence.
Books are not only the key to open the door, but also the ladder of human progress and the nutrition of all mankind. They guide us to life and struggle tenaciously. I want to regard it as a good friend on my life journey. Reading good books is the joy of my life!
The ups and downs of junior high school life
Since last September, my life seems to have experienced a new turning point, not just another cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter; Not just another bittersweet taste; This is not just another microcosm of emotions. In the first year of my life of more than half a year, I seem to have quietly gained a little more composure, strength and confidence. ...
I was sent to military training when Xia was in the first grade. It is August, and the heat is still unbearable. In this weather, I seem to have tasted the hardships of thirteen years. I can't remember how I crawled away from my family. Tears dripping, homesickness, mental pain and physical pain lingered in my heart and turned into tears countless times. The heart is also bitter.
Autumn is crisp and autumn is October, and the mid-term exam comes quietly. What I can't imagine is that I made a big mistake in the most sure English exam-I missed a page of the test paper! I don't even know how I got out of the examination room. I just think it's over. This is at least my worst defeat in seven years! The next day, I was praised by the teacher, but it was still an understatement compared with what I expected. At least the bad mood before suddenly vanished. On the way to school at noon that day, the sky in front of me seemed to suddenly turn blue. That kind of acrimony penetrated into my insides in just two days, which still makes me shudder.
After the winter vacation exam, it took a long time for the final exam to float in front of me. The sense of competition seemed to pervade the air overnight, and I clearly smelled the smoke of war ... So, I turned over biology and geography page by page ... No matter how bored I was, I had to cram it into my mind, because "scores are the last word". No matter how much I want to travel with Mr. Yu in Jiangnan, no matter how much I want to wander with Hugo in the streets of Paris in the18th century ... but no matter how different my ideas are from reality, I will review them without hesitation. At the same time, I clearly know that if I watch for one more minute now, I may answer one more question in the examination room. At least the eyelids are sour.
Sweet spring breeze blows on your face, and the new semester begins again. Once again, when I was faced with the devil who was bared his teeth, God gave me a big pie-I was rated as a "civilized student" by the school. When the award was handed to me, the first feeling was "a little sweet". After all, it was my first prize in middle school. Even if it is insignificant, it also condenses my sweat and tears. Moreover, there is a well-deserved feeling: after a semester of "bitter" life, it is time to pay off. In short, this sweetness means "seeing the future through the fog" and "seeing the rainbow after the storm".
This is my first day of life. When I look back at my hope, it has gone further and further, and soon became a beautiful memory, a pure and heavy old time in middle school, which left me far more than those fragmentary youth commas. It should be a cup of coffee or a cup of tea: bitterness brings fragrance.
Sunny rain
Every year when I approach Tomb-Sweeping Day, there is always a faint and inexplicable sadness in my heart, which is not very strong, but it is also lingering, so it is entangled and tangled in my heart. The weather is very good these days. I don't know if it will rain in Mao Mao on that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show its faint sadness.
And the smell of memory. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and yearning.
When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and rain were just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle coming with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy. He stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine ribbon floats in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem Qingming. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.
The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like flying kites in childhood. When the line is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, Tomb-Sweeping Day added a touch of sadness to me, which became heavier and heavier, especially after Grandpa left. In my impression, my grandfather is a kind old man, and he is very kind to me. Maybe it's because I'm good After Grandpa left, I feel very sad every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day and his memorial day. Some people say that other people's thoughts will fade with the passage of time. I think, maybe missing relatives is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time I think of their voices and smiles, I always feel a little sour and cool in my heart. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will be stronger. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day will come one after another, which is probably a sad feeling in people's hearts.
It's clear again "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't shed tears, so it just rains in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if the world wants to cry, it can't.