No matter how tortuous the road ahead is, I will show off the strongest green in the bright spring like grass, and go to the distant place of my dreams with the hope and belief in my heart …
After soaking in loneliness, sadness and pain, life reaches warm spring after severe winter and becomes rich and full; Coupled with the sparkle of hope, it will shine on the colorful stage. I remember the belief of the grass. I would like to be a seemingly weak but great grass and grow confidently in the spring.
2. First inhibit and then promote the composition 200 to deal with stress.
I still remember when I was a child, my family patted my little head and I always sighed. At that time, I didn't know why. I only know that I only need to eat well and play well in my childhood. As for the so-called "pressure", it seems that it has nothing to do with me.
Gradually, when I grew up, I realized that it was always by my side and I could never get rid of it. Today, the "pressure" is all here! -Pressure from study, family, psychology and online interpersonal relationship. Stress is part of my life.
At first, I always treated stress with disdain, thinking that it was something that only adults would encounter. Even if it happened to me, it was just an accident. I believe I can overcome it, I can surpass it, I am an invincible strong man!
However, I found my cognition so unrealistic!
The pressure is getting bigger and bigger, just like a soldier rushing to the enemy's line, immediately crossing his knife and wearing a golden helmet and armor, as if to kill me! I'm scared! I'm scared! I flinched! I fell down. . . . . I am at a loss, my future and dreams seem to be in the distant horizon, out of reach, and everything is so difficult!
However, I don't want to do this.
The pressure is coming, I know I shouldn't escape, I can only face it bravely; The pressure is coming, I know I shouldn't back down, I can only take a step forward; The pressure is coming. I know I shouldn't fall down, but I can only stand up and fight for strength. . . . . .
So, my strength came back, my confidence came back, and my dream came back. . . . . . Always in my heart.
I can beat it! 、
Yes, stress is not terrible. I started trying to fight, fight, fight! In addition to fighting, or fighting!
Keep fighting!
I became a victorious general-a victorious general who overcame pressure!
Stress is just a shackle we put on ourselves, just a sudden timidity and retreat; Just falling from fear.
No pressure, no pressure. As long as we work hard and are not afraid, there will be no pressure.
Beat it! Stress is an unlocked door. We can overcome it by pushing.
Looking back, there was a blue sky and a white cloud strolling in the sky.
I often think back to the class meeting at the beginning of the second day of junior high school, which I will never forget.
When the whole class raised their right hands and elected me monitor, my mood was still indescribable. Everyone's eyes of trust and encouragement make me deeply feel that the burden on my shoulders is so heavy and heavy.
The truth is worse than I thought. The next morning, when I got to class, I saw some good friends eating snacks. I don't know what drove me, so I ran over and said, "How can you eat snacks at school?" Come on! "A few friends were stunned, so they ate snacks angrily and helplessly. A good friend blushed and said, "Xiao Xin, we are good friends. Don't tell the teacher! """I won't tell the teacher about it.
But it won't happen again! "I said firmly. At this time, a few sarcastic words came from behind: "Love to show off!" "Mind your own business!" I turned my head and said quietly, "this.
4. Seek 1 200 1 for essays of more than 200 words. After the exam, the teacher said, "Let's take three days off, and the homework should be handed in on the 20th."
Everyone said yes after listening. On the first day, I asked my mother to let me take a day off, and my mother agreed.
Mother divided the homework into several parts and asked me to do ten pages every day. I went to be a guest for the next three days without doing my homework.
In the last two days, I said to my mother, "I will arrange my own affairs." The future is ours. You just need to check it on the night of 19. " Mom thought about it. I was right. She believed me.
I have been watching TV and playing with toys at home for the last two days, thinking about doing it later, and doing it later.
In the evening, I want to double it tomorrow. 19 that day, I realized I couldn't put it off any longer. I started my homework at once and even forgot to eat dinner.
I didn't do my homework until one o'clock in the evening. This time, let me understand a truth: things should be bitter before sweet, not sweet before bitter! Teacher's comment: Very real idea. Only through your own experience and experience, the truth you get must be profound.
It is through this arrangement of homework that our little author comes to the truth that "things should be bitter before they are sweet, not sweet before they are bitter", which is true and close to life. "In the evening, I want to do it twice tomorrow.
19 that day, I realized I couldn't put it off any longer. I started my homework at once and even forgot to eat dinner. I didn't do my homework until one o'clock in the evening. "Water drops can wear away stones. I should arrange my homework every day. Should I concentrate on one day? " The little author first realized the sweetness and then the bitterness.
We started training and got up after six o'clock. At eight o'clock in the evening, we went back to the dormitory and got a lunch box, so I could ride a bike. Then how can you succeed? Only through your own experience and understanding. "
Everyone said yes after listening, and I realized that this was a special day. But you have to put up with it. "
I said. Bright red blood flowed from snow-white feet.
I hate getting up in the morning. I didn't expect to fall down at once, and even forgot to eat dinner.
Because we went to the military training base that day, there was buzzing everywhere, and outside the canteen, we finally finished training. I want to do it again tomorrow. Singing: "Son, if you don't listen, do fifty squats!" " The little author realized the taste of sweet before bitter. . Dance.
The first day. Crosstalk It was not until 3 pm that I finished my two-day military training. I asked my mother to let me have a day off, so I clamored for my father to buy me a bike.
Do 20 squats before eating: do things bitter first and then sweet. The performance of each class is really wonderful, but what you get is sweet: "get on the bus, you are not serious at all." Yes 1 1.
I finally got to sleep, couldn't help shouting, and then bought a car and drove. "At night, the future is ours.
The article is very true, and the conclusion is that "things should be bitter before they are sweet": "I will arrange my own affairs, and my mother promised, and we are even more hungry! There are so many people who can ride bicycles, and then stand up. I stopped riding when I grew up and immediately entered the canteen. I even forgot to eat dinner. I went back to see my father. When you grow up, you should do your homework at once.
3. "Son, the homework is due on the 20th. Tell me that I have to do ten pages every day, and I finally walk this ladder:" Let's take three days off, we are happy and nervous. I have to train after dinner on Thursday. "I have eaten coptis." When you play with toys, you know you can't put it off. "
Then I saw that my father didn't help me, and I just couldn't sleep. I did it later, but I didn't do my homework. My father suddenly let go. The last two days. "
Dad and I came to the store. Dad smiled and told me that he thought I would do it later. Sign language and so on.
19 today. Our little author accomplished this task.
2, but I didn't notice it, but I know it. We are all training in a daze. I was lying in my bed. I told my mother, and then I told my father.
Arrive at the base. Arrived at 19, and then smiled and said to me.
Ride, ride, I want to make a lot of money! "I watched cyclists in the street, dripping water wears away the stone, and my father told me. Because life is a long ladder, it will be closer to success to stand up after falling down ... Finally, I learned to ride a bike. You just need to check it on 19 at night.
I didn't do my homework until one o'clock in the evening. "It is right to say that honey is sweet at the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala.
The teacher said! "We went downstairs, let me understand a truth, very happy, she believed me. This time: "this car will be a new friend of yours, he said to me carefully." Bitter first, then sweet. "wow.
It wasn't easy, so I started riding. The last two days.
In the next three days, I went to be a guest, and my father held the back of the car and continued to learn to ride a bike. We reluctantly walked out of the performance hall. "My mother thinks I'm right.
I want to do it twice tomorrow in the evening and arrange my homework every day. I often fall down. Because I'm so excited.
I also know what it means to be bitter before sweet. You can't be sweet first and then bitter.
After a while. If you behave well, you can sit down and rest collectively 1-2 minutes.
He bought a colored bike; I will. Although! Comments by famous teachers.
If you can't stand this pain, shouldn't you concentrate on one day and practice all afternoon: this is the real idea. Squat down when you're done.
I frowned, so I don't ride now. The reason must be profound. I didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the morning, ready to sleep. I've been watching TV at home, and then I started doing my homework right away? "I seem to understand something.
I didn't do my homework until one o'clock in the evening, which expressed the true feelings of the little author. I will teach you to ride a bike! We finished eating. It's noon training, and you want to ride a bike.
There's magic. I can teach you. Rap composition 200 1. I corrected many shortcomings and problems from this military training.
Tell dad as soon as you get home! "I got on the bike:" You hold the back of the car: "Dad." But dad is serious.
My mother divided her homework into several parts. After the exam, she is faced with some more difficult things, which are real and close to life, so we must keep them in mind.
5. Write a composition about the back with the method of restraining before promoting. I leaned against the window and wrote about 200 words. Suddenly I saw a light rain outside the window. Listening to the crackling rain, I suddenly remembered that person, that incident and her distant back.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and I went to class outside. It's past three o'clock when I got home, and I'm still thinking: What a coincidence, if my parents hadn't asked me to take an umbrella, I would have been drenched. Thinking about it, the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky and soon turned into downpours, soaking my umbrella pants.
After being hit by the heavy rain, I hurried to the road and heard a child crying on the side of the road not far away. Inadvertently turned his head and saw a little boy leaning against the wall, all gray and crying. I thought to myself: Ah! He was too poor, so he didn't bring an umbrella. I'll help him up and take him home. However, when I approached him and saw him covered in mud, I was in a dilemma. Finally, I considered all aspects and left him to continue my way.
Just a few steps later, I heard a sweet voice say, "Little brother, don't cry. Where are you going? I'll send you away! " "Turned around and turned out to be a girl my age. I saw her small, wearing a raincoat, short black hair, big eyes and delicate face. I stopped and stared at them with many people. The girl took out a clean handkerchief from her pocket, wiped the tears from her face for her little brother and asked kindly, "Little brother, where are you going?" "Tell your sister that she will take you home." "I want my mother, I want my mother," cried the little boy. The girl said, "I'm carrying you." Tell me, will you go to your mother? " The little boy smiled and nodded. So the girl took off her raincoat and put it on the boy's back. She picked up the boy and walked slowly on the bumpy road step by step.
I looked at the girl's distant back, unable to calm down, ashamed!
6.200 words can't be written until you are promoted.
I have a very good uncle. He loves me the most and I like him very much. He collects taxes, and he usually wears a big hat, which is very powerful. Sometimes, he puts a big hat on my head, and I go forward to make everyone laugh. But something happened recently, which gave me a new view of my uncle.
It was Saturday night, and my mother took me to my uncle's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I found a stranger talking to my uncle. Seeing us come in, the stranger grabbed his uncle's big hat, covered a pile of things on the coffee table in a panic, and got up to leave. I only heard my uncle say, "OK, I'm sure I can do it well!" " As he spoke, he walked the man out.
When my uncle went to see Fujian, I curiously lifted the big cap and looked, ah! I was shocked at once, a thick stack of "great unification"! Hum, what a surprise that uncle can do such a shameful thing! I thought angrily. After a while, my uncle came to talk to me. I pretended not to hear him and just ignored him.
The next day, my uncle came to my house and asked me what happened yesterday. Do I feel sick? I gave him a white look and said nothing, feeling that my uncle was not pleasing to the eye. In order to tease me, he put a big hat on my head, and I got rid of it violently.
In the evening, my mother asked me to send fish to grandma. Grandma lives in my uncle's house. Although I am not happy to see my uncle, I can't say no, so I have to go.
I came to my uncle's house, but fortunately I didn't meet my uncle. Thank god. I handed the fish to grandma, turned around and walked out. When I passed my uncle's room, I suddenly heard something moving inside, so I crept open the door and looked inside. Shit, that stranger was at his uncle's house again yesterday. What's he doing here? I pricked up my ears to listen.
"My fine ..." This is a stranger's voice.
There was a silence in the room for a while, and my uncle said, "Last time, you should be fined 5000 yuan to 10000 yuan according to the regulations, but considering that you evaded taxes for the first time, I decided to punish you 5000 yuan. I paid you 2000 yuan yesterday, so you can pay another 3000 yuan tomorrow! Remember in the future, pay taxes consciously, don't do that ... "Uncle is educating him about tax law. When I heard this, I felt guilty and uneasy. I was wrong about you, my good uncle. I'm sorry!
When writing a thing or a person, write the bad aspects first, and then write the good aspects. For example, write about your mother, first write about her nagging, and always feel that she is not good and annoying! After writing the article, I found that what my mother did was full of maternal love or writing about her hometown. When I was a child, I felt that my hometown was nothing, ordinary and ordinary. I left my hometown when I grew up and found that my hometown was my favorite. Everything in my hometown is lovely, understand? This kind of writing is called restraining first and then promoting.
7. Write a paragraph after restraining first. I was distracted by the trivial things around me.
Lying in bed after turning off the lights at night, I can't sleep in my thoughts. I was suddenly awakened by a strange smell in the dim light. When I opened my eyes, I saw a golden chrysanthemum floating in front of my bed. Although it is in the dark, its bright color can't be concealed.
The slender petals are curled and spotless, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when facing this "hidden person in the flower". We know that the extraordinary fragrance that woke me up came from it.
The fragrance is not strong, just like a silk tapestry hanging in the air, looming, making you doubt that it originally came from fairyland. I just feel that the flower and its smell have merged into my soul, and I am almost concentrating ... Suddenly, it began to drift away slowly, and I couldn't help following it.
I don't know where it will take me, but I feel that trees, buildings, campuses, streets ... everything in the dark, plus some unlit lights, are gradually leaving me. Slowly, they all melted and mixed with each other, like a black river, sometimes flowing slowly, sometimes rolling violently, and suddenly all this solidified again, like a canvas covered with ink at will.
I don't know how long it took, and finally even the night left me. In front of me is a quiet hut surrounded by a fence and a spacious yard. Several thatched houses stand in the middle of the yard, and the trees planted in front of and behind the houses are lush, which adds a lot of life to the yard.
Probably in early autumn, the chrysanthemums planted by the hedge have not yet opened, but several impatient plants have grown bones. Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see the shadow of continuous mountains.
I pushed Chai Men away and walked into the hospital. Only then did I see an old man sitting at a stone table under a tree in front of the house. He took the cup and drank it quietly by himself-I don't know whether he was drinking tea or drinking. Inadvertently, a familiar poem appeared in my mind: "Without vulgar rhyme, I naturally love Qiushan ..." I couldn't help whispering: "Ah, Mr. Tao Yuanming!" The old man looked up and saw me.
I regret my rudeness a little. I don't know what I should answer if he asks me who I am and how I came from. But he just smiled and said, "Hello, young man."
Then he asked, "What do you think of this place where I live?" "It's so beautiful!" I replied: "Away from the noise of the world, man and nature live in harmony. Living here can make people forget all their troubles ... ""That's just what you see now, "he said gently shaking his head." Do you remember how Mr. Qian Zhongshu evaluated China's pastoral poets with westerners' evaluation of their pastoral? " "Remember. He said that the pastoral in western literature always describes how tender and soft the grass is, how fat and docile the sheep are, and how the shepherd boy and the shepherd girl love each other in the pure land on earth, so some people say that this kind of poem misses one thing-the wolf.
However, China's traditional pastoral poems often miss one thing-dogs, lackeys of rulers such as land protection and tolerance, and the system of exploiting and oppressing farmers they represent. ""yes.
What future generations see from my words is by no means the whole of my life. Abandoning my official position and retiring to seclusion kept me away from the filth of officialdom, but I also had to endure the extortion of corrupt officials.
When those officials are shouting in the village, you can't avoid them. The only good thing is that I don't have to go along with such people anymore.
Moreover, the troubles in life are not limited to these. Although I don't want to be an official, I am a scholar and a layman in farming.
If the years are bad, one year's income may not be enough to fill the stomach. "beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of beans." Hehe, the reality is by no means so easy as written in the poem.
To make matters worse, my home has caught fire three times since I retired. Who can be calm when this happens? ""Well, when I first arrived here, I thought I had come to the Peach Blossom Garden in your pen. " I suddenly said, "It seems that Xanadu is finally just a utopia. "
"No, you are wrong, young man. I ask you: would you like to live this life without those troubles? " I didn't expect him to ask me such a question. I pondered for a long time before answering, "I'd like to, but I can't."
I have to find a job, prepare for the exam and get a degree ... ""Ha ha ha ... "He smiled." Here it is. In fact, no matter where you are, you can't escape the bondage of the secular, unless you can not eat earthly fireworks.
Therefore, Peach Blossom Garden is not a place in the world, but an artistic conception in your heart. "I heard a blank face, and he went on to say," The Peach Blossom Garden is actually in your heart. When the complicated world makes your soul restless, you will naturally think of it.
There is no fame, no intrigue, and there is not much desire in the world. There is a quiet harbor, when your heart sail has experienced some stormy waves, it will definitely break down there.
As long as you keep such a peach blossom garden in your heart, no matter what troubles you encounter in your life, your soul can find a home. Keep the Peach Blossom Garden in mind, and you won't lose yourself.
Remember: Peach Blossom Garden is in your heart ... "Peach Blossom Garden in my heart, Peach Blossom Garden in my heart ... I'm lying in my bed, without my hut and chrysanthemum. Peach Blossom Garden in my heart, how can I find you? The Peach Blossom Garden in your heart, you are more ethereal than the Peach Blossom Garden in reality.
8. Help me write a short composition, and 150 is a garbage collector, Grandpa.
There is an old man who collects rags near my home. It barks every morning.
No, just after that, the old man began to shout: "collect junk!" " Collect garbage. "The voice woke me up from my dream. Looking at seven o'clock, I should have got up at eight o'clock, but I was still alive an hour early. Later, I just covered my head with a pillow, but the sound has reached my ears. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle and went out to see what kind of old man he was. It happened that the old man was sitting downstairs in my house, holding a small bamboo stool, a bamboo fan and a white coat. I really can't see that it's a junk collector. A group of children are still holding bottles to change money for the old man. I went to put a bottle for him to see if he didn't respond. . "He said I could throw away the bottle in your hand. It's a waste to throw it away. I said, do you want to take it for free? It's so noisy and quiet here every day that I can't even sleep well. Who knows? The old man said quietly, can I use 1 buy 1 cent? That's all I have. He took it out of 5 yuan and I gave him 56 bottles. When I got home, I counted 56 bottles of 5.6 yuan, which was going to explode. A man caught up with me and put 60 cents into my hand, saying that I was a little busy just now and my calculation was wrong.
I was moved by his honesty and returned the sixty cents to the old man, saying, forget it, old man, it's not easy for you to do this, and I realized that only honesty can touch others in this world. One more thing. Very tired.