1 Life is the wheel of love, and everyone is waiting in the wheel, pursuing endless misty and melancholy. -inscription
My life is like a snail, I stay all the way. Ignore the earth-shaking changes that have taken place around you, but what I left behind is definitely my own life mark.
When everyone lands, parents may have too many expectations and hopes. Although there is no language, they all communicate their true love and affection with their eyes.
From then on, they left a warm impression on each other's hearts, and the children also relied on their parents carefree, and their parents began to take care of their children headless and mindless. My life is the same. My parents try their best to create the warmest and most comfortable world for me and shelter me from the wind and rain. There are many wonders and fantasies in my young eyes, so I took the first step in my life.
When I grew up, I began to pursue knowledge endlessly. Why does this strange thing occupy my huge space?
Go to sleep with books and parents' advice every day. At that time, I was like an ant, crawling hard on the vast land, as if the dream was living in front, but I could only see the fallen leaves singing in the wind when I looked up; In the distant sky, there is an illusion floating. I can only climb hard with my head down and dream of a wonderful world outside the sky! !
Unconsciously, I left a deep footprint in my life.
Today, I am still working hard on the road of life, and the long unknown road ahead may hide countless truths. However, I believe that all the big shots with halo above their heads will have a hard past. As long as they survive all the way, there is great hope for the future-they will stand on the shoulders of giants one day, and no matter how the world changes, they will always grow strong and tenacious.
Strive to pursue your own life footprint and pursue that distant dream. Because I believe, don't be crazy about life, life is just a legend! !
Grade 5 of Yinlonghe Farm Middle School in wudalianchi city, Heilongjiang Province: Zhou.
On a cloudy night, garbage was floating everywhere on the grassland. Gradually, it began to rain cats and dogs, and all the animals ran home to take shelter from the rain. It rained harder and harder, and the little animals all entered a sweet dream. No one would have thought that there would be a small animal making a contribution silently outside.
The next morning, it was sunny and the animals were too lazy to get up. Suddenly, they screamed and woke everyone up. "Elder" goat (because uncle goat knows the most, everyone calls him "elder") puts on his clothes and goes to the window. It turned out to be a clever little monkey, thinking: What strange things did it find? Go out and have a look. The "old" goat came out and the other animals left the house in unison. "Elder" asked the little monkey: What's the matter? "look! "The little monkey pointed to this string of footprints and said," Why are there so many footprints? "The elder thought and said," I think this string of footprints is so deep, it must be heavier animals, and the garbage on the grassland is gone. I think that animal must have done something good. " Suddenly, the little rabbit gave a loud cry, and all the little animals ran over and hurriedly asked what was going on. Little Nutbrown hare said breathlessly, "I want to play with Little Bear, but as soon as I came in, I found Little Bear sleeping. I touched his head and his hands burned red. " "
At this time, the bear woke up and the "elder" asked; "Are the footprints on the grassland yours?" Bear said, "Yes, I watched TV yesterday. It says that there will be disasters if the environment is not good, but my parents won't let me go out, so I can only stay at night. " "That's very kind of you." "it's very kind of you" ... listening to everyone's praise and enjoying the sunshine, the bear's heart is warm.
The elder said, "Everyone must protect the environment and protect our home!"
In this way, there has never been a disaster on the grassland.
Hell-like torture must be cruel and abnormal, and bleeding fingers will hurt. Success is the product of setbacks, and countless people have struggled for it all their lives. It is like a hero's laurel, and it is like a deep footprint left in the journey of life.
Success is difficult, but if we can't just be satisfied with our present glory, we should start to pursue the next ideal again, which may be the most difficult thing to do.
Born in sorrow, died in happiness. There are not a few people who rise up and then claim hegemony, but few can keep their success. It seems that it is more difficult to keep a job than to achieve a career. It is obviously not feasible to sit on the credit book and settle old scores. The past can only be the past, and people cannot live in the past. Only by developing, learning and making continuous progress will the future be full of hope and vitality.
We can't expect to succeed once and for all. We must face life and success. The tragedy behind closed doors is a powerful proof. There is nothing to boast about the temporary success, and everyone is just the immediate winner.
Never be complacent, never hesitate, never stop, no matter how big the resistance is, never stop. This quality changed yesterday and is changing today.
In today's fierce competition and rapid knowledge update, never being satisfied with the status quo is the strength and courage to dare to transform the world and transform yourself. This is also the key to human progress.
When you look back, you will find that there are no deep footprints behind you. It has long been blown away and erased by time like quicksand. Only the future is in sight. Everyone should continue to struggle in the future, and eventually there will be more success.
At night, thunder rumbled outside the window, waking me up in my sleep. I couldn't sleep any more, then I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, every time it thundered, I would jump into my mother's arms.
I turned on the light, opened the drawer and opened the dusty photo album. On every page of the album, you can find traces of my childhood emaciation. I accidentally found a photo of me playing with snow: I saw my little footprints everywhere in the snow, and then I couldn't help thinking of my mother.
I often had a fever at night when I was a child. Every time my mother takes me to see a doctor regardless of the weather and rain. I remember that time, when there was a thunderstorm, I started to burn unwillingly as usual. I heard the thunder and jumped into my mother's arms, but my mother carried me on her back and rushed out of the door without fear. As soon as I went out, it was deafening thunder. I curled up on my mother's back and dared not say anything. At that time, I obviously felt that my mother suddenly shook, which was shocking! My mother calmed down for a while, but she still came to coax me and told me not to be afraid. Inadvertently, I looked back and saw a string of muddy footprints behind my mother. Suddenly, I felt amazing. That string of muddy footprints became a path together, a mental path between my mother and me. Mr. Lu Xun once said: There is no road in the world, even if more people walk, it will become a road. How many footprints my mother left on this muddy road. Maternal love is like water, delicate and gentle. From the mother's careful movements, it can be reflected incisively and vividly. Mother's love, like that clear spring, moistens and warms my heart. Mother paved a broad "life avenue" for me with the footprint of love.
Mother's footprints, though stepped from her petite body, suddenly turned into a solid wall, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I will always remember this string of footprints in my memory.
I went to Qiu Lai in spring, and after many twists and turns, the spring was chilly, and the wind roared with goose feathers and heavy snow. My mother was worried about the slippery dirt road in snowy days, so she asked my father to pick me up from school. At about 4: 30, my father stood at the school gate, holding a big umbrella in one hand and a small umbrella in the other. Seeing me coming towards him, he quickly greeted me, silently took my schoolbag and handed me an umbrella. After that, my father turned and strode forward, followed by me. After a few steps, he turned his head again and whispered to me, "The snowy road is not easy to walk. It will be easier to step on my footprints. " I nodded hard. Only then did I realize that every step my father took was so serious and difficult-he wanted to leave a deep footprint and let me go smoothly. I am surprised that his ordinary rubber shoes can leave such a wonderful footprint.
After walking for a while, I suddenly turned around. Wow, countless magical footprints on the ground have merged into a path! Beautiful path! Stepping on it, I walked smoothly and with peace of mind. Dad walked hard and achieved perfect results. He gasped slightly, and his tall body was like a solid wall. My eyes are blurred-on a quiet winter day, a father is turning his deep love into footprints, paving the way for his daughter towards the distant.
I walked, enjoying my father's love and letting my thoughts dance lightly. Dad's road is a beautiful scenery in this solemn white world. I stepped on it, towards the distant, and walked smartly and calmly.
This string of footprints is my father's silent love. He doesn't have the tenderness of maternal love, and he doesn't have the silence of teacher's love. All he has is thick, deep and majestic.
Life is dull, but fatherly love is not dull. He will not be submerged in the city, and he will shine whenever and wherever. Many years later, I will still miss that winter afternoon, the path with footprints, and the deep and silent fatherly love. ...
Footprints Excellent Composition 6 When the fruit is ripe, everyone picks the footprints of the melon and fruit; When you succeed, the footprint of failure again and again is the footprint of everyone's growth. -inscription
Footprints are everywhere and everyone owns them. Some footprints are tangible and some are invisible. When you succeed, please don't forget that the invisible footprints behind you are the witness of your success, your sweat and your failure. Next, let's enjoy the footprints of the spring breeze.
When spring comes, when the first grass on the grass stands upright, it is the spring breeze that awakens their long-sleeping hearts and makes them grow sturdily. It is the spring breeze that lifts the waist of the grass and makes them stand upright in front of spring to meet new challenges. The spring breeze left footprints on the grass.
When the ice in the stream melts, it is the spring breeze that melts their thick coats, melts their ice-like hearts and gives them a fire-like heart to welcome spring. Spring breeze leaves footprints in the growth of streams.
When the fruit trees in the orchard grow sturdily and exude charming fragrance, it is the spring breeze that touches them, and they take off their thick coats and silver clothes that have been worn all winter to show their unique appearance. The spring breeze left footprints in the orchard.
When the spring rain comes, it is the spring breeze that reminds the arrival of the rain messenger, so that the rain messenger can moisten everything in time. Spring breeze plays an indirect role in obscurity. Spring breeze leaves footprints in spring rain.
Spring breeze laid the foundation for the arrival of spring. The spring breeze is dedicated in obscurity, and he has harvested his own footprints. Students, let's harvest our footprints together!
In the blink of an eye, time passed at the speed of the first universe. I climbed mountains and went to high school far from home. I made up my mind to leave that hellhole and never go back. Then, three months after I went to school, my mother came to visit me with some food I like to eat. What else did she say to me? I was impatient. I quickly interrupted her: "All right, I already know, I've heard too many of these words, so you'd better go." Say that finish, I turned and walked into the campus. My classmate asked me who she was. I only said that she was my neighbor. Since then, I have never written or called home. In the face of this mother who silently endured the child's disgust for her, I have no face to face her. From her figure, I can see that when she came, she was dancing with cheerful steps and a big smile on her face, but when she left, she took nothing away, leaving only sad footprints.
After Duan was admitted, the school held a parent-teacher meeting, and my mother came to the meeting on time. At the meeting, the school gave her the right to speak, because I got quite excellent results. She replied: "How to educate children?" When asked this question, he said, "There is no special way to educate children. I just left a footprint when I left so that the children could learn to come out. " A few short sentences won warm applause from students, parents and teachers off the field. I really didn't expect that my mother loved me so much. She devoted too much love to me. I changed my mind. I want to learn knowledge well and change the face of my hometown. After a period of ideological struggle, I shouted from the heart: "Thank you, Mom!" " "My mother shed tears. She didn't shed tears for me, not because I was in trouble, but because I loved her and made her feel it.
Students are envious of having such a good mother, and I am proud of having such a good mother. This time, my mother came with some heavy steps, but when she left, she gained a lot of love and comfort, leaving a happy footprint.
Footprints, what are they? Finally, I got the most satisfactory answer: parents in the world love their children deeply, and children in the world love their parents deeply.
Footprints Excellent Composition 8 Growing Footprints On the road of life, each of us left our own footprints. Whether it is clear, vague or crooked, it is a record of our growth. And everyone's footprints are different. Some are deep, some are shallow, some are crooked, and some are neat.
In these twelve years, I have gone through hardships, bitterness, tears and laughter.
My English ranks first in my class, but I don't study in bilingual classes. Compared with the students in the bilingual class, my English is much worse. On weekends, I sacrifice my play time to learn English. However, I don't get more than 70 points in every training exam. It's hard for me to walk.
Bitter and sour, my olympiad has been bad, and my grades have been unsatisfactory. In the training class, my exam results are poor almost every time. Although there are usually Olympic math classes on weekends, my brain is not flexible and there is not enough time for each exam. There are often many vague questions. This makes me very sad.
Tears at home, often do wrong things, often make parents angry. My parents often scold me for it. Every time I was scolded, I shed tears of disappointment. Tears, on the road of my growth, often accompany me.
When I was in the third grade, I participated in the election of the Youth League Committee of our school. Because of my strong management ability, I am honored to be rated as a young team leader. When I got home, I told my mother about it and we both laughed happily. Laughter, when I was growing up, often made me feel sad.
My growing footprint is curved. I want to know what your growing footprint is like. Anyway, please remember that everything is not going well in our life. Don't get carried away when you are happy; When you encounter disaster, you should expect sunshine.
I didn't know until now that there were no tears in my eyes when I cried. I didn't know until now that the first footprint in my life fell in the light hands of a nurse. ...
3 years old, blood, years old, crying.
This is the first time I shed tears in my memory, and it is also the most terrible footprint in my memory. Playing hide-and-seek with childhood playmates, our childish hearts were like surging waves. We never stopped at that time, and we were still exhaling vaguely, only to find that our feet slipped and our foreheads fell heavily on the concrete platform in front. At that moment, I seemed to hear the sound of a slight bone fracture, which tore my heart in an instant. When they saw me, they picked me up and ran straight home. That's when I vaguely felt my brother's footprints turn into cracked red. now
6 years old, leaving, ignorant, unable to find.
My head tilted slightly, and it was still the most familiar face, but there was no smile on my face. I took my mother's hand and shook it: "Where's grandma?" I answered their silent and heavy faces. On that day, I heard many people crying and their eyes were red. At that time, they were hazy. Knowing that they would never see grandpa's smile again, they rushed into the wheat field regardless of anyone's stop. It was just spring, the wheat field was green, but my heart was gray.
17 years old memories continue
Now I will be 17 years old, and I know I will not be as naive as before, because I am growing up. At this time, my feet are stepping on this land, writing my youthful memories with a pen. I know I still have a lot of roads to walk and footprints to swing away.
With the footprint of life, I have witnessed my ups and downs, witnessed the fleeting time, and I know that you have become bigger unconsciously, just like my age. ...
In the future, please lean on my side ...
10 Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward regardless, leaving a trail of footprints behind them. I'm going to say "no" to these, and I'm going backwards. Walking backwards, you can see your footprints-the scenery that was once forgotten.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. Once we were classmates studying, once we had fun, once we had a storm. Parting days, sparse raindrops, so ruthlessly hit our faces. We are still so stubborn that we never say goodbye. In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction where the two did not meet. Leaving only the tears of raindrops. At that moment, it was confusion.
Walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think and think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to understand and understand the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, to feel emotions. When I realized that these were all signs of maturity, that moment was a surprise.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness does not need too many reasons. Walking quietly through the street with your companions is happiness; It is happy to enjoy the moon with my family on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Happiness is just plain, without gorgeous words and incisive language, only a little peace and peace of mind. I found that I had happiness, and I left happy footprints. At that moment, it was beautiful
Deep footprints, deep footprints. Footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a series of footprints. From these footprints, we can see different scenery and find the most beautiful one.
Excellent Footprint Composition 1 1 One step at a time, you can't relax at all, just like a newborn baby has to learn to crawl if he wants to learn to walk. As a child, he was actually a sick child. I always had a fever, so I was unhappy when I was a child, which made me a very introverted person.
Now that I am in middle school, I don't know anyone when I started school. I am very strange, which makes me lose interest in middle school. A few days later, our school held military training activities, and everyone was divided into several groups and lived in the same dormitory, which made me more unable to adapt to the middle school environment. At that time, there seemed to be a wall in my heart, which made me very uncomfortable. I'm so homesick that I can't wait to slip away at night. Soon, I gave up the idea because it was too far from home. So I began to actively associate with my classmates. There are seven people living in my dormitory, and I take the initiative to talk to you about some topics that I am interested in. At the beginning, everyone did their own thing and didn't talk much. Gradually, with the increase of military training intensity, the accumulated pain in everyone's heart was finally unbearable, and everyone was happy. Is that we slowly made friends. Everyone went up to help anyone who was in trouble, and we happily spent the military training. In the later study and life, we helped each other and we always chatted together. It turns out that middle school life is so happy!
Looking back, I experienced bitterness and sweetness, and finally got the expected friendship. I also learned from it that true friendship is to be honed in hardships and let me grow up slowly. It is like a footprint. The footprint is clear because it prints its own texture on the earth. The same is true of growth, and the ups and downs it brings to you will be deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart like footprints and become memories.
The excellent composition of Footprint 12 may be influenced by my father who loves playing chess. When I was a child, I was always distracted by the fight between squares. My father is good at playing chess, but he never lets me play, so I fail again and again, and every time my mother hugs me with red eyes and says to my father, let her play, the child is still young.
My father will put his big hand on my shoulder and say to me, son, unless you work hard, everything is meaningless. Before you succeed, you must accept failure! At a young age, I still can't fully understand my father's earnest words, but I can feel his heavy hand on my shoulder. Oh, growing up taught me to accept failure.
My mother always looks at me and sighs and says, hey, when will you grow up? When I walked into the house wearing a group emblem and held my head high, my mother still said that I was still a child. It was not until this happened that my mother smiled at me. The school is far from home, so I have to learn to ride a bike.
I said to my mother: If people like me can learn to ride a bike, the earth will turn upside down! Finally, in my swing music, an old lady with silver hair was knocked down by me. When I sent the old lady home with guilt, I realized that she was a lonely old man. I said: I will come to see you often in the future. I used to be, until now. My mother looked at me with relief. Oh, growing up taught me responsibility.
After finally learning to ride a bike (of course, the earth has not turned upside down), I went for an outing by bike in spring. Just as I was speeding up in high spirits, a shrill puncture swept away my interest. When I found that the ground was covered with glass slag and there was a garage not far away, I couldn't help but raise an anonymous fire. Fix the car! I rushed into the garage angrily, and a weak young man sat in the grease. I didn't know he was disabled until I repaired the car. He pushed me away from the hand that handed me the money, but said, be careful, a few bottles fell from that car just now, and there may be glass scraps all the way! Oh, growing up taught me to trust others.
Last summer vacation, I was lucky enough to go to Qinhuangdao. On the soft beach, I rolled up my trouser legs and walked barefoot for a long time. Looking back, I suddenly found the footprints behind me, horizontal, vertical, oblique, straight, deep and shallow.
Excellent composition of footprints 13 On the road of growing up, I made my own way with my own feet. The movement of life, I used my own pace as the beat, compiled a growing song, and used footprints as notes, playing my beautiful growing ballad.
I came, I came to this world, and I lived bravely and happily!
When I was a child, I walked lightly, accompanied by gentle voices and the love and care my family gave me. I remember the day I went to kindergarten ... it rained heavily and all my classmates left, leaving me alone. I was so sad that I couldn't cry because the teacher was by my side. She educated me and accompanied me ... that year, I was only 6 years old and didn't cry. It's the teacher, the first thing the teacher taught me-patience, and then laugh bravely. ...
Life, every day is a poem, life is always going on, and memories are always beautiful for me. So when I am sensible-after primary school, I still often miss my youth. Step by step, down to earth, fascinated by life. Grow up little by little and study hard. From the fifth and sixth grade, school life and study are very tense. From then on, I fell in love with the busy life and always felt so full. Every day is colorful.
The flower season of youth, when I am near. There are countless failures and setbacks, so lost and so stubborn. After falling, they just stood up and continued to catch up. Perhaps this is the competitiveness of people!
I have grown a lot and learned a lot, whether it is good or bad. When I was growing up, I thanked my parents who always accompanied me. With their care, my life is finally much easier. Grow up bit by bit, accumulate your own abilities bit by bit, and you will definitely repay your parents in the future! The road to growth, because of them, I am not alone.
Confidence is like life. Without self-confidence, it is like a fish out of water. Self-confidence is a key to release instinctive potential. Open this "treasure chest" and you will succeed.
I don't know when confidence quietly left me. I used to be an optimistic and positive person. I took an active part in the school competition and was praised. All this is given to me by confidence. Until I entered junior high school, my footprint was much shallower.
"This is another test. I am really nervous! I hope it won't be too ugly this time! " This is my first exam in junior high school. Although I am confident, I am still a little nervous about the exam. When I got the test paper, I filled in the answer immediately. I thought I did well in the exam, but at the moment when the test paper was issued, I was blindsided and "Peng". Now I feel a kind of thunder in my ears, which is particularly harsh. At this time, I stopped, very confident, as if starting to keep a certain distance from me. In my opinion, confidence is so far away from me at this moment.
Where is my confidence? Did the deep footprints I accumulated disappear in one breath?
I adjust my mentality and prepare to regain my confidence at an excellent opportunity. Finally, this opportunity came. I was very happy when the teacher announced that I would take a Chinese exam the next week. There is a proverb that says, "get up from where you fell." I went home and carefully reviewed my Chinese knowledge. I decided that I must find my confidence and my success.
At this time, my mood fluctuated abnormally, so I slowly opened the paper, and the bright red score of the paper made me feel gratified. Then I looked at the ranking, fifteen, although not too high, but I believe my confidence has come back, even if it is only a small part. I think, as long as I persist, I will come back one day, that is, a brand-new me full of confidence.
Self-confidence may just be an obscure term, but as long as you have self-confidence, you have a key that can unlock the treasure you can't get in real life-self-confidence.
Excellent Footprint Composition 15 Time can change everything. The once solid stone bridge will now become broken walls, and the once flat avenue will now become a bumpy road. Only those deep footprints, still silently watching the vicissitudes of life.
Life is a long journey, and many people will go forward regardless of everything, leaving a string of footprints behind them. I'm going to say "no" to these, and I'm going backwards. Walking backwards, you can see your footprints-the scenery that was once forgotten.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of parting. We used to study with our classmates. We used to have fun. We used to have fun. Parting days, sparse raindrops, so ruthlessly hit our own faces. We are still so stubborn ourselves that we never say goodbye. In this way, we all turned our backs and walked in the direction where there was no intersection. Leaving only the tears of raindrops. At that moment, it was confusion.
Walking backwards, I saw mature footprints. Once upon a time, I learned to think and think about the true meaning of life; Once upon a time, I learned to understand and understand the warmth of the world; Once upon a time, I learned to taste, taste love and hate; Once upon a time, I learned to feel, feel the joys and sorrows ... when I realized that these were signs of maturity, that moment was a surprise.
Walking backwards, I saw the footprints of happiness. Happiness does not need too many reasons. Walking quietly through the street with your companions is happiness; It is happy to enjoy the moon with my family on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival. Happiness is just plain, without gorgeous words and incisive language, only a little peace and peace of mind. I found that I had happiness, and I left happy footprints. At that moment, it was beautiful
Deep footprints, deep footprints. Footprints are on the road of life, and the road of life is condensed in a series of footprints. From these footprints, we can see different scenery and find the most beautiful one.