The result was very dramatic. I missed the first prize by 0.09 points. However, I still want to write down this unforgettable memory. Although, a little sad, a little sorry, but as Fu Lei said: "Look at these things as the ashes of the soul, it will inevitably have a lot of feelings, but don't hurt yourself, but cherish your heart like the ancient battlefield." Because it is accompanied by my unique experience.
At that time, in a limited time of about four months, with about 20 classes a week for the graduating class of Grade Three, I read 49 Historical Records aloud at dawn, in the dead of night, at work and in my spare time. Read and appreciate nearly 100 poems and take notes, and practice calligraphy for at least 40 minutes every day.
Besides, I have read Yu Yingchao's Teaching Chinese in Yu Yingchao, Wang Jun's Professional Development of Chinese Teachers, Wang Jun's Classic, Little I Want to Teach Chinese, Jeff's Evaluation of Classes, Dou Guimei's Return to Education Dignity and other teaching books and magazines.
There is a quip in Caigen Tan: "You often get pleasure from painstaking management". Being able to enjoy hard work is both an ability and a realm. Moreover, it brings me more meaning than the game itself. It made me find the pleasure of reading historical records, from the ugly face to the beautiful eyes at the beginning, and finally I couldn't stop reading and forget the game, but I was attracted by it. And I intend to keep reading.
I remember, on the field, when I got the test questions, I saw that the exam was "Biography of the Ranger". I really can't describe the joy at that moment in words. I take my time, read sentences carefully and confidently, and translate them quickly. My body is really as big as Lu Xun described.
The examination of poetry appreciation is Han Yu's "Moving Left to Lan Guan to Show Grandnephew's Neck". I have to thank you again for reading. Before the competition, I just watched Liang Heng's "Shoot the railing all over", and the first article in the book was "Talking about Han Yu". After reading it, I was filled with emotion. I wrote this passage in the excerpt:
"Although the father and son won the world, Datang rivers and mountains also don't know which mountains and rivers changed their surname to Li, but Han Yu is a minister of infighting. In August, the barbarian land was ruled by the sea, and suddenly the mountains and rivers changed their surnames here. How many people in the past dynasties wanted to live forever, or carved monuments and built stones, or built temples and shrines, but which monument and temple can be bigger than the mountain and longer than the river? This is the people's permanent memorial to those who do good. A person is insignificant, but when he is linked with people's interests and social progress, he has unlimited value and is recognized by society. I have seen the shrine all over. From the Tang and Song Dynasties to the present, there are more than 100 poems, words, essays and couplets, which have been carved on monuments and tied to stones. 1300 for more than 300 years, various figures have read here many times to praise the Han Palace. Four poems gradually emerged in my heart: a letter is typed nine days early and eight thousand at Chaozhou Road late. In August, the people prospered and benefited, and the rivers and mountains were all surnamed Han. " As a result, every word is lively and happy, and the lines are full of laughter, and the lines are flowing happily at the end of the pen.
Another thing that makes me want to shout "Long live reading" is impromptu speech. After two minutes of preparation, I got the title "Far and Near". After 20 seconds of blank space, my mind flashed quickly and constructed topics and ideas related to this. From affection to friendship and dreams, from the little prince to Yu Xiuhua, a poetess with cerebral palsy. I was surprised to find that I could really speak, but I couldn't help secretly thanking my parents for giving me a super strong heart.
Unexpectedly, what depressed me was the lecture. I have great confidence in this. I was unlucky enough to win the first prize and didn't prepare carefully. I lack repeated practice, detailed analysis rules and detailed analysis texts. I didn't do my work to the extreme in the past, and I lacked sharpness, precision and clarity in seeing things. This time, I can't find a grand excuse to excuse my laziness in preparation and research. Luck and victory can never coexist.
I still remember that in the movie Farewell My Concubine, after watching Duan Xiaolou's interpretation of Xi Chu, Master Yuan grasped the defeat and returned to camp, accusing him of missing two steps. This is seven steps, but only five steps, five infantry defeated back to camp, and the pace is urgent. Obviously, it was a hasty escape. It takes seven steps to appear calm. Even after the defeat, it still has the spirit of king. This ingenuity is my blank. I always thought that Man Cang was the only one with abundant crops, and finally realized that the most terrible thing was not the opponent, but the real enemy was the ability to break through.
The biggest impact of any game is nothing more than our inner reflection.
There is a love poem in Ireland that says, "I love you not only because of your appearance, but also because of who I am when I am with you." For me, it's like the mood now. Because of this activity, I showed my best. In a very short time, I quickly completed a rigorous examination of my ability and self-expectation.
I didn't give up, I didn't have fear, I didn't have depression and I didn't have pain. Instead, I have gained unprecedented accomplishment and intend to continue to move forward happily. This time, I can touch the mysterious charm of Shiji, the greatest epic in ancient China, and I am eager to write these three words well. Let me remember these two short sentences in Disciples Rules: "Heart disease comes first if you are disrespectful." Let me see myself clearly, keep my feet on the ground, do what I should do, and make myself full and happy.
Everything, like a blooming rose, is everything to her. Maybe, when I get old, I can show off proudly. Once, I took part in such a competition.
It is winter again. The fallen leaves trembled in the wind, and the daughter said, "Mom, the teacher told us that the tree is not dead, and new leaves will grow tomorrow spring." I looked at the branches swaying in the wind and stopped to move. Yes, they can always regard wind, frost, rain and snow as the sustenance of their lives, refuse the aging of time and live brilliantly for a hundred years.
As long as you don't stop, this moment is a long way, and the next moment, you may meet the richness of life. Only by starting can we get there. Walk past, another day.
Looking at the students' mid-term exam composition topic, I was deeply moved and became this article. )