That was when I was in the first grade, the teacher asked us to run a handwritten newspaper about the sea, and whoever did it best would stick it on the display shelf. When I got home, I couldn't wait to take out my paper and pen. I drew a few strokes first, then wrote them in my most beautiful words and showed them to my mother. "Mom, look, your eldest son's handwritten newspaper!" "what! Even the title has not been written, is this still a handwritten newspaper? " At this time, the father saw it and praised it: "This is my son's handwritten newspaper. Not bad. " I felt smug after listening to it. My mother said, "Is this good?" Come on, I'm only in the first grade, okay? "Mom and dad had a fight.
The next day, I handed in my handwritten newspaper, but I was not selected. Only then do I feel that my mother's words are right, and my father just wants to encourage me, but pride makes people go backwards! Alas!
Over the years, I have heard two kinds of voices in grade one, "well done" and "badly done" ... I know that these two words are all for one thing-love. My mother inspired me to run a better handwritten newspaper, and my father praised me, which also made me make greater progress. I will make greater progress with the encouragement of love.
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There are two forms of love in life. One is maternal love. She always builds our confidence and encourages us to keep moving forward with kind words. Another kind of love is strict love. He always warns us that there are still some shortcomings that need to be improved through warning. Although these two kinds of love have different forms of expression, their purpose is exactly the same, and they all hope that their children will grow up healthily. We must "carefully grasp" these two kinds of love, in order to let ourselves move forward.
I feel the same way. When I was in the third grade (my parents were still married), I reviewed my composition at the end of the term. Because we didn't learn to write a composition until the third grade, and it was terrible. I either forgot punctuation or wrote wrong words, but I tried my best. After returning home, my mother read my composition and encouraged me to say, "This composition is really good. If there are no typos and punctuation marks, it must be a masterpiece. " My father said, "Let me see." I took the work with confidence and gave it to my father carefully. After reading it, my father said sternly, "Not so good. Why is there no punctuation?"? And there are many typos, and the handwriting is so bad! " After listening to this, I was very sad and walked into my bedroom in frustration ... At that time, I decided: I must write carefully in the future, I must read more books, I must write compositions that my father will appreciate, and I must impress my father!
Now let's look at the composition I wrote at that time. It was really poor and irrelevant. It really doesn't look like what I wrote. Now I understand that in people's life, we need encouragement and praise from love to make ourselves brave, raise the sails of hope and go forward bravely. But we also need someone to point out our shortcomings. Learn to understand, learn to be grateful, and grow sturdily in severe criticism and grow in gentle call!
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We all need love. Most love comes from parents, but my love from parents is two different kinds: my father is serious and my mother is encouraging.
Not long ago, I got 9 1 point in the exam. As soon as I rushed home, I shouted to my mother, "Mom, I got 9 1 point." My mother said she did well in the exam, with a smile on her face. I asked my mother, "Where's Dad?" Mom said, "Dad is in the room." I thought, "Dad will praise me after reading my paper." I ran into my father's room, and he was watching TV. I immediately handed the paper to my father, who picked it up and looked at it carefully. I can't wait to listen to my father's encouragement. My hand is behind my back and keeps moving. I'm very nervous. Dad watched it for about two minutes. But I think my father studied for two hours. Finally, my father said, "This paper is too simple. I only got 9 1 point, and found that all the 9 points deducted were due to carelessness. If you check it carefully, you will definitely get full marks! " "Hearing this, my heart aches. How can my father say that? I should be encouraged! I immediately ran out of the room with tears in my eyes, and tears ran down my face. I ran into my room, jumped on my bed and cried. Since then, I have never shown that paper to my father, because I think my father doesn't like me anymore. But since then, I have been more attentive and serious in my studies, and my test scores have been constantly improving.
In fact, although parents love us in different ways, they are all for our own good, so we must communicate with our parents more and understand them.
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We all need love. Most love comes from parents. But my love from my parents is two different kinds of love. Father's love is serious, and mother's love is encouraging. I grew up in these two kinds of love.
I got 100 a few years ago. As soon as I rushed home, I hugged my mother and shouted, "Mom, I got 100." My mother was so happy that her eyes narrowed and her mouth could not be closed. I asked her, "Where's Dad?" My mother told my father that he was in the room. I thought: Dad would praise me and be happy for me. I rushed into the room and my father was writing something. My father is a PE teacher. I immediately handed the test paper to my father, who picked it up. I can't wait to hear my father praise me. My hand is behind my back and keeps moving. I was so nervous that I even gnashed my teeth. My father only watched it for two minutes. But I think my father has been watching it for a whole hour. Finally, my father said, "It's just that the paper was too easy, so I got 100. You're just lucky. I have to get a high score every time to prove that I am unlucky. " Hearing this, my heart is cold. How can my father say that? I didn't rely on luck. I usually study hard and get high marks. I suddenly burst into tears, and tears as big as peas rolled down my cheeks. I walked out of the room crying and threw myself into my mother's arms. Since then, I have never shown my father the test paper, because I think my father doesn't like me anymore.
It was not until a few months later that I got up the courage and handed my father the paper with unsatisfactory grades. But my father didn't scold me, and my heart was even worse than being scolded.
In fact, every kind of love from parents is for us. We should understand them and accept them with an open mind.
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Love is everywhere, and there are many kinds of love. I realized this from the article "Wonderful" and "Terrible". This article mainly tells that the author wrote a poem when he was a child and got two different evaluations from his parents. Later, the author realized from these two evaluations that these are two different ways of love, and cherished and made continuous progress.
This article touched me deeply. It made me understand that when you get compliments from others, don't be complacent, but think calmly. Don't lose heart when you are criticized, make persistent efforts.
It is this feeling that makes me find a deeper experience from my life.
In an art class, the teacher asked me to draw a cartoon. I've been racking my brains for a long time, but I can't figure out what I want to draw. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that there was a comic book called Adventure in the Wardrobe in Xiaotianshu. Why didn't I draw one according to the cartoon in the book? I quickly asked gobbledygook, "Can I borrow the adventure in your closet?"
"What are you doing?" Xiao gobbledygook asked me.
"I drew it according to the comics in the book," I said. Zheng Xiaofan listened and said, "You can follow the picture, and I will worship you as a teacher." I know he doesn't believe that I can draw. To tell you the truth, I seemed to be hit on the head at that time, but I was not defeated. I believe I can do it myself. I want to make sure that I have the ability to draw well.
Without saying anything, I picked up my book and buried myself in painting.
After drawing the general outline, I gently "rendered" it with a pencil and felt much better.
Looking back now, Zheng Xiaofan's attack on me is beneficial and can inspire me to continue my efforts. I also want to thank Zheng Xiaofan. My painting was well received by the art teacher. So sometimes attacking your language is not necessarily a bad thing, it will make you try to do things well.