Communication is an art, and it is precisely because of interpersonal communication and heart-to-heart communication that life is so colorful. Communication is based on morality, friendship is the bridge, understanding is the support and communication is the link. Communication is not promiscuity, but selective communication, so as to make real friends.
Friends are not reproducible in the world, but also indispensable. Communication requires you to accept others with a sunny and honest heart. Many autistic people are self-enclosed and lack communication. Communication is the starting point for cultivating and enhancing feelings. One day, China Qing Dynasty poet He received a letter from home saying that his family had quarreled with his neighbor for three feet and asked him to come back quickly. He smiled and wrote a poem: "Wan Li's letter is only for the wall, why not let people be three feet?" The Great Wall of Wan Li is still there today, but there is no Qin Shihuang. Finally, under his guidance, the two families turned to force. This is the skill and charm of communication. Communication needs to overcome emotions with reason, tolerance and understanding.
Getting along with people sometimes doesn't depend on how much you give each other. This is not enough as a measure of friendship. Zhou Enlai is the prime minister I admire very much. After the Xi incident broke out, he was ordered to go to Xi to negotiate with Chiang Kai-shek. Before he left, Zhu De gave Zhou Enlai a warm blanket that accompanied him for many years. After the outbreak of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, Zhu De went to the front, and Zhou Enlai returned the blanket to Zhu De. A blanket is closely tied to the deep friendship between the two revolutionary comrades, and it also shows the revolutionaries' moral cultivation of taking the world as their responsibility. The more common and simple things are, the more they can reflect the friendship forged in that era. As a measure, it should be whether they feel true feelings.
Communication comes from loneliness. Maybe many people don't understand this view. Of course, if they can't communicate, they will be more lonely. Maybe poetry is really brewed from loneliness. Why else are all poets so lonely? Haizi is no exception. He may be too lonely. Once, he asked the owner of a restaurant if he could give him a drink after reciting a poem. As a result, he was regarded by his boss as a neurotic person with a brain problem and sneered, "I can give you a drink, but don't recite it here!" " Haizi silently walked out of this restaurant and entered deeper loneliness. This kind of loneliness also comes from the cold eyes of communication and the world, and it is this kind of loneliness that has created a generation of poets, and poetry has become the link of his spiritual communication, profoundly interpreting his life of sorrow and joy. (Shucun. com mcqyy)
The wise are indifferent, fierce and calm; A wise man has no desire, but is ruthless. Grasp communication, be measured, and be a wise man of communication.
The composition "The Story of My Partner and I" is 800 words.
My little friend-organ
Growing up, my hobbies always change with my age. Sometimes I like painting, sometimes I like writing calligraphy, and sometimes I like playing the piano ... It was not until I saw someone playing the organ for the first time that I was really attracted.
Actually, I didn't know the organ until I was in the fourth grade. That day, I heard a beautiful tune coming from Mr. Wang (my piano teacher)' s classroom. I can't help sticking my head in. Hey, what instrument is this? Some children are standing with musical instruments in their hands, and some children are playing musical instruments at the table, but they all have a tube in their mouths. I am curious. The teacher saw my mood and brought a small musical instrument for me to play notes on the keys while playing the wind instrument. Ah, I screwed up. Then the teacher asked me to learn to play the first organ song in my life-My Heart Will Go on, and told me that if I could "learn by myself", I would take part in the talent contest to be held soon and give me an organ as a prize. I was so excited that I borrowed an accordion from my teacher to practice at home.
Unlike a piano, an organ has only three octaves, and black and white keys has 37 keys. In addition, it is equipped with two blowpipes, one of which looks like an elephant's nose, so it can be used conveniently when playing the piano on the table; One is like a pipe, so that we can play the piano in our hands. Although the sound played by the organ is not as luxurious and elegant as the piano, it is very light and dexterous; Although it is not as loud as an electronic organ, its sound is particularly crisp and pleasant. More importantly, it can not only immerse me in music, but also exercise my vital capacity and make me healthy and energetic. Gradually, I like playing the organ more and more.
Now, when I am a little impatient, I will pick up the organ. With a flick, my impatience will disappear and all my happiness will be buried in my heart. Every time I learn a new song, I also play it by the score. That's great. And in this year's "China Children's Campus Talent Competition", I won the first prize for playing the organ. Unconsciously, the organ has become my growing partner, and I feel more and more inseparable from it. I have been able to skillfully play my heart forever, firefly, welcome to Beijing, tears of Polaris. ...
Melody music often comes from my window. If you hear it when you pass by, you must enjoy it.
About the story of friendship, 800 to 1000 words, if ordinary people don't know, you'd better send it to me.
Xiao Yi and Xiao Lin are inseparable friends.
One day, they went to the children's bookstore to buy the Diary of Lei Feng, and the salesman told them that the book might have been sold out. The two men are determined to look for it and try their luck.
Xiao Yi and Kobayashi searched and searched on the bookshelf. Finally, Kobayashi found a copy of Lei Feng Diary on the children's book shelf. She was so happy that she went to Xiao Yi at once. Xiaoyi saw that Xiaolin had found a copy and thought that she would find it, too. But she looked everywhere, but she couldn't find the second one. By this time, Xiaolin had paid the money and asked the salesman to pack it. Xiaoyi looked at it and couldn't find it anymore, so she walked out of the bookstore with Xiao Lin.
Along the way, XiaoYi always looked at Fan Xiao with a smile. Xiao-ming fan understand XiaoYi meaning, said:
"Want to borrow books? Right? " Small grace see small sail so frank, then said:
"You have bought this book, so you have enough time to read it later. Will you lend it to me first? " Small sail thought for a moment and said:
"Everything to say. Can't I borrow books? "
"Why?" Xiaoyi asked in a hurry.
"Why? It's very simple, because this is the book I want to read most, and I want to sneak a peek. "
"Just lend it to me first!" Xiaoyi is a little worried.
"No, no, no!" Fan Xiao said.
The word "no" makes Xiaoyi feel very sad, and his heart is as uncomfortable as a knife. She saw that Fan Xiao was so stubborn that she couldn't say anything more, so she walked away angrily.
Looking at XiaoYi far of figure, Fan Xiao some regrets. But it's no use crying over spilled milk. Fan Xiao didn't have the courage to apologize to Yating because she felt humiliated.
For several days, Xiao Yi and Fan Xiao didn't talk when they met, and they didn't go to school together.
Fan Xiao's mother is a careful person. She found the relationship between Xiaoyi and Fan Xiao somewhat alienated, so she asked Fan Xiao what the reason was. Fan Xiao told her mother what happened a few days ago. Upon hearing this, mother took Fan Xiao's hand and said to her:
"Son, it is a rare thing to have a few bosom friends in life, and it is also a great pleasure. Is it worth breaking up with friends because of a book? " Mother saw Fan Xiao thoughtfully, then continued.
"Son, why is Lei Feng respected?"
"Because he cares about others."
"By the way, son, you must care and love your friends. Didn't you see the sentence' Treat comrades as warmly as spring' in Lei Feng Diary? "
Fan Xiao listened to his mother's words and lost in thought. She felt that her mother was right, so she quickly put on her clothes, picked up Lei Feng's diary and prepared to go out. Mother saw, favour ask:
"Do what? It's getting dark, and besides, it's raining heavily. "
"Send books to Yating!"
"Let's go tomorrow." Before mom could finish, Fan Xiao had rushed out of the door and disappeared in the rain.
Fan Xiao came to the door of Yating and hesitated. Finally, she made up her mind and knocked on the door of Yating's house.
When the door opened, Xiao Yi saw that Fan Xiao was drenched by the rain. The rain ran down her head to her face and then dripped to the ground. She still holds a copy of Lei Feng Diary tightly in her hand. Ya ting suddenly understood, and a warm current welled up in her heart. She took Fan Xiao's hand, and her mouth trembled. For a long time, she couldn't say it, and her eyes were shining with tears. ...
The story composition between my classmates and me (there must be a scene of meeting for the first time) is 800 words.
The story of my classmates and me, 450 words.
Before I know it, I'm a fifth-grade primary school student. In the past five years, I have made many good friends. My closest friend is a kind girl.
She has shiny black hair, two curved eyebrows, a pair of small eyes, a cherry mouth and a beautiful nose. This is Yang Meiling.
It was in the fourth grade, when Yang Meiling and I were sitting at the same table. I had nosebleeds almost every day in those days. Before every nosebleed, I feel something running in my nose, one at school and the other at home. It's endless My first nosebleed was doing my homework at school. I found something was wrong. Something was running in my nose. So I put my hand at a certain distance from my face. Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood fell on my hand. My first reaction in my mind was to go to the toilet with a napkin. So I asked Yang Meiling for help and asked her to lend me some napkins. Yang Meiling asked, "What's the matter?" Unable to speak, I can only cover my nose with one hand and point to my nose with the other, and my mouth still makes "uh-huh" sounds with different tones from time to time. Yang Meiling saw my strangeness and thought for a moment and said, "Oh, you have a nosebleed!" Hearing this sentence, I nodded and shouted "mm-hmm" like grasping at straws. So Yang Meiling picked up a dozen napkins and hurried to the bathroom with me. Yang Meiling first wiped the blood from my nose with a napkin, then jokingly dipped a little water in her hand and sprinkled it on my forehead with a big smile on her face. She said that if you sprinkle water on your forehead, the nosebleed will stop flowing.
This is my good friend, a kind good friend-Yang Meiling.
The story of my classmates and I is 800 words urgent!
A classmate sitting in front of me, with a chubby figure and endless mouth, often makes us laugh. As long as he hears any topic, he naturally leads to a lot of humorous words from this topic. His name can be said to be "loud" in our class, because he was the first classmate who rushed to the podium when introducing himself in our class. Although his voice is not very loud, we can clearly hear his name is Wang Leifeng. Although study is not the best, his humor can make us relaxed and happy in boring study. In the past, when he was distributing books, he occasionally picked up a rope for binding books and smiled and said to us, "I tell you, if one of you is impatient one day, I will lend you this rope enthusiastically!" " Don't! If you really need it, you can have it. I hope we can cooperate happily! "What he said almost made us laugh. Isn't there a TV series called Ji Xiaolan with iron teeth and copper teeth? Here, we can call him "the glib Wang Leifeng", which is the most appropriate name for him.
I don't know where Wang Leifeng got his interest after class today, but I talked about his team leader again. He said humorously, "am I not the leader of our group?" So, I am now the "pig leader", you are all piglets, I am the keeper, managing you! If a little pig doesn't listen, I will use the method of little pig! First, those who don't eat should be whipped, and second, those who don't study hard should cost eight yuan. We adopt a scoring system, with 5 points at a time, and it will be true if it reaches 100. "Everyone laughed at his words. A classmate said, "That depends on whether you can be the' pig boss'. Just after that, the bell rang. "Pig Leader" said, "Goodbye, little pigs." "forbear, pig dragon!" Although these ten minutes are short, they are full of laughter, so happy! Don't make people feel bored again.
I think: humor is something that makes people happy. If you say a lot of humor, you can make your resignation study full of vitality and happiness, no longer feel bored, and get too many adjustments in your heart. Such a humorous person will be loved by everyone.
A true friend's composition 600-800 is written through concrete examples (more than two things) of me and my friends.
My real friend.
Everyone has friends, so what kind of friends are real friends? I think the true feelings between friends can be seen at a glance when we get along at ordinary times. If I have to say whether I have any real friends, I suddenly think of Zhou Ling. Although I can't meet him every day now, I firmly believe that our friendship is absolutely indestructible.
I have been sitting at the same table with Ling Zhou since the first grade of primary school. At that time, I didn't know what friendship was, but somehow, I was eager to be friends with this very individual deskmate. I really don't understand why this desire is so strong! After we really became friends, we began to be inseparable. Wherever my laughter goes, he will be there. We play together, fight together and even get scolded together. Although it is not a good thing to be scolded, it is not so difficult to be scolded with his friends around. With him, I became free and didn't have to worry about being laughed at for saying the wrong thing. Are such friends real friends? If these are not enough to judge that he is a true friend, I can say more.
I remember that Zhou Ling and I participated in the sports competition, and both participated in the 100 meter competition. As an opponent on the field and a friend off the field, he encouraged me to play hard and strive for good results. I also wish him a good ranking and come to a strange place. It is because of him that I am less homesick and nervous about the game. In the preliminaries, Zhou Ling qualified early and entered the semi-finals. Waiting for the game, I quietly gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled and shook my fist, calming my extremely nervous heart. I was preparing for the game when the accident happened. I pulled the shoelaces of my spikes, because I worked too hard, which is essential for the competition! My sweat came out at once, and the competition time was approaching, but my dream of good grades was getting farther and farther away from me. I lowered my head in frustration and a pair of spikes hung in front of my eyes. In front of shoes, Ling Zhou always has a smile on her face. This is "but I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn" between friends, and it is also the behavior between real friends.
I am lucky, since primary school, my friends have been with me, which has made me more happy on the road of growth!
Please write an 800-word composition about friends, and write an interesting story about being with friends.
narrate
I have a good friend. Her name is Yang Fei. Long black hair, round face, watery eyes, gentle and kind. An unpleasant thing happened between me and her.
One morning, the wind was sunny and white clouds were floating in the sky. I go to school happily with my schoolbag on my back. The first class is Chinese. The teacher said that we should practice painting in this class. Yang Fei next to me said to me, "Churou, can you lend me a pencil?" I said happily, "Of course, we are good friends." So I lent the white mechanical pencil I bought yesterday to Yang Fei.
The next morning, I came to school happily with my schoolbag on my back. As soon as I entered the classroom, I said to Yang Fei, "Give me back mechanical pencil?" Yang Fei said hesitantly, "I left mechanical pencil at home." Why didn't you bring it? Feiyang said hesitantly, "I broke mechanical pencil." I was so angry that I ignored Yang Fei all day.
I told my mother about it when I got home. Mother said, "How could you ruin your friendship with Yang Fei over the past few years for a little thing?" . You must apologize to Yang Fei tomorrow, OK? "I nodded gently.
The next morning, I came to the classroom and saw Yang Fei sitting in his seat, ready to apologize to Yang Fei. But Yang Fei was one step ahead of me. She said to me, "Qian Chu," I'm really sorry about yesterday. I went shopping in the bookstore yesterday and happened to see mechanical pencil just like you. Please accept it. "She asked," we are still not good friends. "
Although I have transferred to another school. Yang Fei gave me mechanical pencil. I put it in a beautiful box so as not to break it.
Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it.
About me and my friends of the opposite sex.
When the compass encounters a strong "magnetic field",
You'll lose yourself.
compass
Song Haibo Le Tong High School
When the sun went down, Miao Yan came to the bridge, took out his compass and stared at it for a long time. Then, I turned my eyes to the vast sky ... my thoughts went back to last semester.
One day soon after school started, he was alone on the bridge. A beautiful girl came over and handed me a compass and a piece of paper. She smiled and said, "You can only accept it and agree."
The note reads:
Miao Yan:
I admire you, your quality, your achievements, your calligraphy and painting, and your literary talent. Be my friend and my "compass" ...
Someone who worships you: Moni
He is really an excellent boy. He is the monitor and captain of the basketball team, and his grades are among the best in the school. His articles are often published in various newspapers and periodicals. Written words and painted pictures are often placed in the school window.
He looked at the pink letterhead and exquisite handwriting, his heart beat faster and he felt a strange warmth all over.
When he received her letter, his vanity was greatly satisfied. Because she is a member of the Youth League Committee of the school, the stationmaster of the school radio station and the first prize winner of the provincial English competition, she is privately called "the school flower" by her classmates. He feels particularly happy at the moment.
Since then, they often get together and talk about their studies, life and everything they want to talk about.
When he cooks, he often holds two lunch boxes. The canteen master joked with him: "Do you eat so much?" He just smiled. She often keeps a sweaty sweatshirt in the washing basin. ...
They date more and more times, spend more and more time together, and even walk into the cinema together during class ... The students look at them differently, and the teacher looks down on them ... They think about it and say, don't affect their study, but they can't control their hearts like two wild horses. After the first stage, the result was very bad.
After the holiday, Miao Yan came to school early, hoping to see Meng Ni soon. Can't see, but received a letter from her, he hurriedly opened it:
Hey:
Hello!
I transferred to another school, for you and for me. ..... we can't do this anymore. Of course, I won't tell you where to go. If you really want to see me, see you at Peking University. I gave you the "North" needle, so you should take good care of it.
Night fell for a long time, and the thick dew wet Miao Yan's clothes. He solemnly took the compass, carefully corrected the direction to Beidou, put it in a box and put it in his pocket. Then he stepped off the bridge and strode to school. ...
Two things about me and my friends, 800 words.
Everyone has happy things, sad things, unforgettable things, going out to play and so on. And this article I wrote is an unforgettable thing.
I have a good friend. She has short ear hair, bright eyes, a modest mouth, a sorghum nose and two ears.
She is a careless, bold and casual girl. And I, others say I am generous, and I don't deny it. I am a generous, timid, laughing and curious girl.
I remember once, after school in the morning, I went to the third floor to wait for her. As soon as she left the classroom, I felt something was wrong. She didn't look well, so I asked her what was wrong. ! She told me: "I took out my mobile phone to listen to songs when I was studying in Chinese class, and the class teacher saw it and confiscated my mobile phone." I am stupid when I hear this. Q: Did your class teacher say how to return your mobile phone to you? She said: Yes, he said let me call my parents or let them call him. I said, will your mother scold you when she finds out? "Of course! A few words at most. Nothing, I asked her to talk to the teacher. " She seems very happy to say.
In the afternoon, we agreed to go to school at 1: 30. As a result, when I arrived, I saw her crying there with red eyes. After wiping, tears kept flowing. I didn't talk to her. I want to tell her not to cry, but I don't know why, but I always want to say it but dare not.
When school started, we walked in. She asked me, What classes do you have in the afternoon? I said: music and history. He didn't say anything. Until I reached the stairs, she asked me if there was a girl in your class who didn't come recently. I said, well, sometimes she goes home after a few classes, and sometimes she doesn't come in the afternoon, morning or all day. I think she's not feeling well. She said: Oh.
Then we went to the classroom separately.
When I returned to the classroom, I thought that if someone played with her, she wouldn't cry. I really don't want her to cry any more.
One section, two sections, finally going to school. I went to the third floor to wait for her as always, and I was still smiling when I saw her coming out. I don't think I should be sad. Along the way, she talked and laughed with others. I thought, "How fast things are changing! Cry for a while and laugh for a while, forget it, just don't cry. " Then, at the school gate, we said goodbye together and rode home separately.
After returning home, I thought, tomorrow is another weekend, wow! So happy!
This is an unforgettable thing for me and my good friend.