Invisible pressure often makes me breathless, and a soul can bear it. However, because of stress, I can learn to eliminate it, so my life will be colorful.
This is realized in every quiet morning.
I used to feel that living was boring. I have to do the same thing over and over again every day, which makes me feel very tired. Why does every child have so much pressure?
On a mechanical evening, after a good meal, my mother asked me to do some study. Maybe because of the pressure, I finally couldn't help it. Finally, I said something that has been buried in my heart for a long time: "Mom! Don't you think it's too much? I'm just a kid, and I want to be free! You want me to be better! But if you keep pushing me, I can't stand it sooner or later! " . . . My mother was obviously surprised and didn't respond. I added: "Is it useful to cram for the Buddha's feet temporarily?" ! ! ! "Then I ran into the room and slammed the door.
I didn't turn on the light. I just cried myself to sleep under the covers.
I woke up early the next day. I stood by the window alone, looking at the bright sky, thinking: As a China person, what should I do? Make contributions to the motherland. How to contribute? Make money well. How to make money? How to find a good job when you find a good job? Study hard, study hard! Yes! That's it. Now I can understand how my mother feels. I want to study hard!
The sky became clear, I packed my clothes and went to school happily.
This is a truth learned every morning: stress makes people grow. It will make people learn to eliminate stress. Face the world sincerely every day, and you will find that the world brings you different 1
A gentle heart.
2. The composition that imitates the back of the second day imitates the composition that imitates the back. It was late autumn and the dew was cold and cold. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air. They just fell and were rolled up ... People's faces were full of chill.
My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless.
Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter! At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground. Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear ... that was a beggar.
She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms.
Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She snuggled up to the child and hugged her tightly. She couldn't wait to give half of her body temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking ... At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, making her pale at the sight of the grass Buddha, and the wood was torn off by it, which was extremely biting and fierce. She shuddered.
However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She holds the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still asleep, as if she doesn't know the predicament he faces, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what.
The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, and a warm current spread all over my body. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm.
3. I helped write an 800-word composition in the second day of junior high school: I feel that life is a cup of fragrant tea, which makes people learn to be fragrant and elegant; Life is a big tree, which lets people know how to plant shade. Life is a row of geese, which makes people understand that not everyone's life is smooth sailing and everything goes well. There are too many disappointments and complaints in real life. I try to find all the beautiful things, and let me know how to be grateful.
Turn the page of life, warm home, loving parents, a cup of hot milk every morning and evening and an affectionate greeting: "Don't get up early, go to bed early." Parental care is always so meticulous. I have learned to thank my parents for building a shelter for me. I learned to be grateful, but is that what gratitude means?
In the classroom with loud and clear books, the teacher is pointing out the maze for us. Although it was only a small question, he tried to be as detailed as possible. This is gratitude. After class, I argued with my classmates about a problem and finally came to the correct conclusion. I learned to thank my teachers and classmates, and let me find the truth in the ocean of knowledge again and again. In spring, the breeze caressed my face, just like a girl's hand in spring, stroking my cheek gently. It feels good to "blow your face without cold willows" Because of the spring breeze and drizzle, I know how to be grateful.
In the hot summer, cicadas are barking in the branches. A breeze blew away the hot air and brought a cool breath, and the boredom in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace. Autumn, this harvest season, farmers like to get a bumper harvest, and all kinds of fruits mature in this season. Autumn leaves are the most beautiful jumps in the golden picture. Looking at the fallen leaves in front of us, spinning freely in the air, deducing the last beauty of life. Because of the beautiful picture of autumn, I know how to be grateful.
In the snow-white winter, the wind is biting, and the unique plum blossom stands proudly in the snow, not afraid of the cold, emitting a delicate fragrance. The sun came out, bringing people the warmth of winter, selflessly illuminating the earth and warming the earth that has been frozen by the cold. Because of the fragrance and warm sunshine in winter, I know how to be grateful.
While feeling the four seasons, we should also feel the great men and their spirits.
I have met him-Sima Qian: I would rather be tortured and humiliated than forget my father's last wish and write down that unrecorded history. Finally, before he left, he left a great historical work-Historical Records. Later, its name spread through the ages, "Li Sao has no rhyme, and historians sing a swan song." Later, he was immortal and a shining pearl in the historical sky.
He taught me to feel life, to feel his humiliation, to feel that life is so hard and bumpy.
Listening to the melody of life, I recognized him: "In the morning, I was busy with the waste and filth, and I took the lotus home." He walked on the "busy" field path, away from noise and dust. Chrysanthemum picking at the foot of Nanshan Mountain and farming at the edge of mountain spring. It's really a different kind of enjoyment of Tao Yuanming. No wonder his poems are "full of local flavor", refreshing and quite natural; No wonder he was lucky enough to be called the first pastoral poet in the history of China.
He taught me to feel life, to feel his leisure, to feel that life can be so comfortable and so relaxed.
Keeping up with the pace of life, I think of her. In particular, she has gone through 88 spring and autumn periods, but she has endured 87 years of silence. She said, "I take other people's eyes as my own." Finally, with the careful help of teacher Sullivan, her soul was reborn and the sun shone like the sun. This is Helen Keller.
She taught me to feel life, to feel her deep love, to feel that life is sometimes so warm and ups and downs.
I found the source of gratitude, in fact, it has always been around us. We should face everyone around us with a grateful heart and thank them for everything they have done for us. We should thank nature and life with a grateful heart.
Life is wonderful, we should pay attention to everything. When friends come, feel life with me and learn to be grateful with me.
4. Imitate the text of Grade Two and write an 800-word exposition in the Palace Museum. Title: (My School) Room: 20 12-05- 14 Beautiful Baogong Lake, with rippling blue waves and cruise ships swinging leisurely on the lake.
The willow trees on the shore of the lake are crisp and dripping, and the scenery is particularly beautiful and pleasant. Our school and the famous scenic spot Baogong Temple are located on the west bank.
Let me introduce our lovely school to you! Walking into the gate of our school, there is a tall white building with three glittering characters "Shaw House" written on it, which was donated by the famous philanthropist Sir Run Run Shaw. Shaw architecture is simple, neat and elegant. It's a teaching building. The first, second and sixth grades and the school office are all in this building.
There is also a beautiful white teaching building near its north. The two buildings form an L-shaped letter. Several magnolia trees in front of the building are very beautiful with white flowers and green leaves.
Walking into the teaching building, the stairs and corridors were cleaned by students, and even the handrails were spotless. Through those bright windows, you will see the students listening to the teacher carefully.
The sound of reading came from time to time. Our Class Four and Class Three are on the third floor of the North Building.
The classroom is clean and tidy, the tables and chairs are neat, the handwritten newspapers and excellent compositions of the students are posted on the wall, and our beautiful learning garden is on the blackboard at the back. From these, you can feel that we are an excellent class group.
Through the door under the North Teaching Building, we came to the playground, where we had morning exercises and physical education class. The two basketball courts in the middle of the playground are surrounded by oval red plastic runways, which are divided into four runways and white lanes, which are particularly eye-catching. There are several table tennis tables in the south of the playground, which is a paradise for students who like table tennis.
In the north are all kinds of fitness equipment, including uneven bars, ladders, horizontal bars, parallel bars and so on. Looking to the west, there is a high rostrum, next to which stands a tall flagpole, a red granite pedestal and a circle of stainless steel guardrails.
At the top of the flagpole, a bright five-star red flag flutters in the wind, which is raised by students against the sunrise every day. The blue sky, white clouds and red flags make up a beautiful picture.
Turn around and look east. There is a white flower window fence in the east. Looking out through the flower window, you will see the antique gatehouse and high stone steps of Baogong Temple, which are very beautiful. In our spare time, our playground has become a paradise for our classmates. Look, some students are playing table tennis, some students are playing games and some students are playing fitness equipment. ..................................................................................................................................
A vibrant scene, the campus is full of vitality everywhere! This is our beautiful and lovely school-Xiangyang Road Primary School in Kaifeng City.
5. Write a composition of about 800 words. The title is "The Story of Growing Up". The story of growing up is like a beautiful music.
It may be a completely intense March, or it may be an iambic song, starting with slight sadness and ending with joy; Life is like a drink you don't know the taste of. It may be a completely fragrant and sweet fruit juice or a bitter coffee with a long and sweet aftertaste. Life is like a chess game that can never be played.
It may be a completely smooth chess game without suspense, or it may be a gripping process, but there is still a reconciliation ending in the end; Life is like a thought-provoking dream. "Life is like a fog and a dream."
Dreams refer to dreams, and living for dreams is called life. Life is not smooth sailing, there will be bumps, confusion and troubles, but as long as you work hard to overcome, cross the thorns that stand in your way, open the black cloth that covers you, fall in the puddle and get up, even if you fall again, you must get up again.
You can't give up your faith in life, you can't give up your hope for life, and I believe you can reach the other side of success. My life is in a youthful and frivolous stage. We are children of the new century. We should strive to lay a good foundation for our lives and look back at the road I have traveled. I don't think it is long and bumpy, but what is this bumpy? There is still a long way to go in life, and there are more and greater difficulties that hinder my progress, depending on whether I have the determination to succeed.
There are many stories in my journey. After the experience, I have been honed and grown up gradually. I still remember that when the sports meeting was held, it was time for the students to unite and strive for victory. Every athlete who runs on the field will be encouraged by the students.
I will be dragged to be an athlete in every sports meeting. Although I don't run very fast, I am the winner as long as I strive for honor for my class. Fortunately, my grades have been in the top three. Of course, I lose sometimes.
That summer, I was fiercely competitive in the 200-meter race, but I didn't expect to finish fourth. Although there is not much difference between the players, I am still very sad. I think, this is over, my score is very small. Teachers and students will blame me.
Unexpectedly, instead of blaming me, they comforted me not to be knocked down by failure, and the result was very good. But I still secretly made up my mind that I must get good results in the 200 meters next year.
Finally, the opportunity came. It's another hot summer. After a year of exercise, I believe I will get good grades.
As expected, I won the second place, which is ideal, but I haven't reached my best yet. Students and teachers are very happy and excited to say that I am very good.
If I work harder, I will be the first. Fight for another year and win the defending champion.
Continuous progress is endless, there is no best, only better! On the one hand, success is inseparable from the strength of unity and cooperation. How can I succeed without the encouragement of teachers and classmates? Therefore, growth is inseparable from the collective. Mr. Shen Congwen once said: "Things need time to prove, but time itself is like an extremely abstract thing, and no one can understand what time is like."
Yes, that's the time. It can witness warm affection, sincere friendship and eternal love. However, time has slipped through your fingers. He "comes like a spring dream and goes like a cloud."
Growth is full of happiness, just like a sweet candy. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness-friends.
I met her in kindergarten. On the first day of kindergarten, I cried and made noise. Although I don't know why, due to the strangeness between teachers and children, I became a very self-centered child in this class, unwilling to play with others, or even to share good things with others.
Until she came to our class, she had a lean short hair and looked energetic and lovely. She sits next to me, and her cheerful personality is opposite to mine.
However, under her rendering, I became cheerful and willing to communicate with other friends. She became my bosom friend for many years, and she changed me.
A true friend is your lifelong friend. She won't ask you anything, she will only support you silently. I hope my friendship with her will remain unchanged, and the green water will always flow.
Therefore, friendship is indispensable for growth. I often like to regard my specialty as a hobby. Without interest, how can you be proficient? If you are a champion, the career you really love is the most likely to succeed.
I have a wide range of hobbies, and I regard them as my good friends. Let me introduce one of my hobbies-calligraphy.
Calligraphy is Jing Ya's hobby, which not only cultivates sentiment, but also contributes to our future social development. But can I write good calligraphy with my careless character? After 1 years of practice, my calligraphy level has been able to have a feel, and I can write couplets, but it is still a long process to reach that superb level! I like calligraphy very much. I not only enjoyed it, but also made me cautious and learned a lot.
My biggest hobby in daily life is reading. If you want to see me now, you must think: she must be reading a book in her hand. Yes, I like books. I am addicted to them.
When I was very young, my father bought me many books. Usually can't go out to play, just pick up the book and spell it in pinyin word by word. Since then, books have become my spiritual nutrition and indispensable friends. Because books bring me a lot of happiness, it enriches my life.
I've seen Four Great Classical Novels, I've seen the encyclopedia, I've seen the world for five thousand years, but after all, there is no end to learning, and I still need to explore the mysteries of knowledge. Hobbies make me happy and enrich me.
Therefore, growth is inseparable from fun. In the campus where I have been together for six years, you are so kind, just like the spring breeze on my cheek! Accompanied by my campus for six years, you are so knowledgeable, how much knowledge you have given me and taught me the truth of being a man! In the morning, I study in your arms, and the sound of Lang Lang's book lingers in my ears. At noon, I play games in your arms, laugh and dance with you.
At night, I sleep peacefully in your arms, and the sweet breath is with you. Childhood quietly passed away, like a sunset, like a sailboat, taking us away bit by bit.
It gave me too many good memories. At our graduation ceremony.
6. Imitate Mr. Fujino's composition. We admire that you are a big teacher with more than 600 words above the second grade level.
Our teacher, chubby, tall and round face, wears a pair of 800 glasses and looks like a doctor. She has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. She didn't let me go home until I wrote neatly and regularly. Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? This is a waste of time. When I got home, I told my mother why I was stuck. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's request is right, and she is responsible for you. You can write good words for yourself, and no one can steal them. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention. I keep practicing calligraphy every day. No matter what homework I write, I insist on writing neatly and regularly. After a while, my handwriting is more beautiful and standardized than before, and I have been praised by teachers many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements!
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. Isn't this candle like a person around us who deserves our admiration? He told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. If a student encounters a problem that she doesn't understand, she will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere." Perhaps this is what teachers often say!
How many pearls did the teacher drop for us in a year? What about us? However, this often makes her angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, which made us understand the fun in the book; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words-burning! Keep burning! You come to give us a lecture like a talking bird. It is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Great teacher, we admire you.
7. Imitate an 800-word composition with the theme of "chic". The original text used to be chic below. It is better to let nature take its course, but time flies and it has become chic.
Flowers bloom and fall, and falling flowers are ruthless. Time passes more ruthlessly. Why is that happy time always so fragile and short, and finally watch it die! I tried to keep it, but unfortunately, it fell short.
Good scenery. I have been enjoying the scenery here. This is a natural communication center. Every time I come here, I have mixed feelings. I remember coming here often to relax and rest, especially the river there. The river is not very long, about 500 meters apart. From the east coast to the west coast, the water is very clear, as clear as the heart. It feels great to play in the water, too. As long as you gently lift it with your hand, the spray will splash out gently and hit your face. Cool! I feel like sleepwalking, like dew. How many times can you feel this natural sound in your life? How many times can I experience this chic state? If it can be realized, I would like to live in this "peach blossom garden on earth"
Yes, it is said that children are the happiest people in the world. I was particularly bored when I was a child. Every time I want to do something, I fail. But in retrospect, it was really a carefree era. How many times I want to challenge the surging sea, how many times I want to climb the towering Mount Tai, and how many times I want to be a young hero, let me take every step smartly. Yes, this is a dream. If there is no beautiful dream as the premise, how can there be a chic future?
People are busy. They only remember their duties, but forget the meaning of life. They only know that everything is for the children, and they don't know what we really want. It's really sad If, one day, people fully realize what they are doing, put down their work and realize their children's dreams, it will be a chic life. However, although we hate and complain that the rules of the game cannot be changed, our own dreams will never be destroyed.
To live a chic life, you should create your own conditions, have happy cells in your heart, and run happy information in your mind. I remember an old man said to me, "It's great that you are in your prime! Be sure to grasp it. After this village, there is no such store. " What the old man said puzzled me. Where are we? The old man's words made me doubt again. We are about to grow up, and we are losing our happiness. Gradually, we forgot the vows of eternal love and the beautiful scenery. On the road of life, we are sometimes lost, sometimes afraid, sometimes happy and sometimes crying. But we have laughed, been excited, United, worked hard and been chic.
The reason why I wrote this sentiment article is to let all children express their feelings and tell them to cherish time, grasp youth, light the torch of youth and light their dreams. Let's raise our hands together to hold up tomorrow's sun, so that all children will always remain childlike and youthful.
Although we have been chic, we have not left any regrets. What we have lost will be left to the next generation, and what we have will be useful for life. This is the purpose of chic life.