It was an accidental discovery that made me like snails. I sat on the bus and stuck my head out of the window. "Huh?" I found a snail crawling step by step, and it seemed eager to climb up. Although it was high, it didn't give up. Although it sometimes slides down, it still climbs slowly step by step. I carefully put it in my palm and gently stroked its heavy shell. "How cute!" I can't help humming, "I want to climb up step by step and fly forward on the tip of the knife." Marriage, big dreams ... "
It is true that snails are small, but this spirit possessed by snails is worth learning. Although its body is not high, its spirit is higher than the mountain. The snail stopped in my hand for a while and then slowly got up. Every time it climbs up, it only moves a little, pitifully little, less than a millimeter. But it doesn't care. It and its family have been carrying forward the spirit of "going their own way and letting others talk" all their lives. They don't care what others say. They just need to be themselves, even if they are humble. A little creature without a gorgeous appearance. Looking at this fragile and tall life in my palm, I can't help but feel a little touched. The car moved forward slowly, and the snails crawled forward slowly, so they passed station after station firmly. They don't know where they will stand forever, but they still climb forward firmly, no matter how many unknown difficulties, no matter how many endless stops. The car drove slowly and finally stopped at a station. I looked up, got to the station and got off at once. The car drove forward in front of me and slowly disappeared into my sight. The snail crawled forward in my hand. I smiled at it.
I hummed, "I want to climb up step by step, fly forward on the tip of the knife, and let the wind blow the tears and sweat …" I really want to become a small snail and walk not far ahead step by step!
Article 2: I really want to be a snail who writes 600 words in the first day.
I am willing to be a snail, even if it is an ugly or even humble snail.
I have a hard and warm shell, and the pattern on it is the most beautiful pattern I have carefully carved, and I am proud of it. It is so loyal to protect me from harm, even though it is so fragile and vulnerable. But I still have an unprecedented sense of security.
When I am cold and tired, I will curl up in my shell and have a good sleep. Even if it snows outside the shell, it has nothing to do with me. I believe it will still be sunny when I open my eyes again. Although I carry a heavy shell, I am still happy. Because what is hidden in the shell is all my thoughts, all my feelings, all the little secrets of happiness and sadness.
My life can be slow and I can enjoy the scenery. I am like a wise man, watching from a distance. The noisy city, busy streets and bustling crowds are all playing boring games under my eyes. In this uncontroversial shell, enjoy a leisure alone.
I love traveling, and sometimes I fantasize that I have eagle-like wings and reach places that I can't reach now. But I soon realized that the warmth in the shell is much better than the cold wind blowing from the wings, and every life has its own world. The world is so big for me that I can't travel all over the world, but the scenery around me has satisfied me. I breathe the air mixed with soil and portrait fragrance, and there are beautiful birds singing overhead. During the day, you can fantasize about the heaven you were transported to, and at night, you can count the stars and fall asleep. What a simple and clear life.
I don't envy the beauty of butterflies, because I can't bear the pain of breaking cocoons; I don't envy the hard work of ants, because lazy snails can't adapt to the hurried pace; I don't envy the tiger's strength because I don't want to participate in that bloody battle.
I just want to be a snail, a little snail.
In the lazy and carefree posture, there is a quiet and peaceful heart.
I really want to be a snail. Will there be an afterlife for people who write 600 words in the first grade? I don't know, but if there is, I want to be a snail. As soon as I was born, God gave me a small house, a small house that will always belong to me. Someone said to me, "Fool! That will be a burden for your life. " But can't it shelter me from the wind and rain? This is the most beautiful castle in the world in my mind. Yes! I want to tidy up. There should be a bookshelf in the small house, which is full of novels, essays, poems and songs, and of course fairy tales. In addition, there is a soft little bed, a long table and a beautiful and exquisite pumpkin lamp.
Of course I won't stay in this crowded city and breathe this dirty air. I want to go back to the embrace of nature and be an uncontested snail. Get up early every day, greet the sunrise like a "street tree", climb to the top of the grass and enjoy the crystal dew. It must taste very sweet. You can always hear the euphemistic songs of larks and thrushes, and you can become good friends with small ants. It's a pity that I'm too old to visit his house.
Although I am a snail, I am slow to move, but I am determined to travel long distances to witness the beauty and magnificence of natural scenery, which is my wish in this life. I carried my little house on my back and set off against the rising sun, leaving sticky traces behind me. I am in no hurry, because it is my choice. I just want to enjoy the scenery along the way. Tired and thirsty, have a rest and drink water under the grass. In the evening, I went back to the hut, squatted on the long table, turned on my pumpkin lantern and wrote down what I saw and felt on this day. I hope I can see fireflies again. I wonder which is more beautiful, fireflies or stars all over the sky? When you are sleepy, lie on the soft bed and stretch, then have a good dream. We must set out against the sun the next day.
I know there must be many difficulties along the way. Because I'm too young. A few small stones, in front of me is a continuous mountain; A long and narrow sandy land, in front of us is a vast desert; Shallow puddles, in front of me is the raging sea. But I will never give up. Do you know what snail spirit is? Is to stick to your own direction until your dream comes true. I am a snail, born with the "snail spirit", how can I give up easily? I want to shout like Gorky: "Let the storm come more violently!" "
I want to be a snail in the afterlife
I really want to be a snail. After entering junior high school, I thought I really set sail from a new starting point like a dream, galloped towards the future, emerged in new groups, worked hard towards new goals and explored myself better and better step by step. However, life is not just about dreams, and the glory of expectation does not belong to me.
Once upon a time, I was a role model in the eyes of my classmates, but I didn't realize my smallness until I entered this junior high school where experts gathered. I thought I was already excellent, and those top excellent students were simply not worth mentioning. I seem to have become their background board and audience of many outstanding deeds, and I can't help laughing at my lack of knowledge and vanity and arrogance. Once high-spirited, many disappointments have been ground into a dull mentality that is willing to be mediocre.
In class, I became a "little transparent". When those students with good grades are flattered, almost no one knows my name except my deskmate, and no one cares who I am. After finishing my homework, I sat by the window alone, resigned to my fate, and felt very cold to everyone in my class. I don't have any friends in class I don't talk almost every day except when the teacher tells me to. I feel like a cold monster, curled up in the corner alone.
It's raining again. I'm sitting alone in front of the window, staring at the window full of water vapor, with sad piano music in my headphones. It's raining harder and harder, and it almost hits the glass hard. Suddenly, a snail came out of nowhere and caught my eye. It sticks to the smooth window and wants to climb up. Raindrops hit it like bullets. I thought sadly: poor thing, don't do it for nothing. A drop of rain falls and slides. I sighed and turned around. Soon, the rain stopped, and I opened the window to breathe fresh air. A track on the window sparkled and I froze. The strange feeling in my heart seems to have a kind of strength and warmth, melting the Millennium ice in my heart. On the window, the sun shines on the trace of snail crawling, shining like a medal. I know it in my heart.
Isn't the snail me? I remember a sentence that seems to say: "No one has asked for ten years' cold window. Once you become famous, everyone knows it." Strive for a different kind of scenery.
I am willing to be a snail and make progress towards my goal step by step.
I really want to be a snail. Like a snail, 600 words go up, up. ...
"psst!" A flash of lightning tore open the clouds and my sad heart! Tears poured out like a flood. Looking at the paper full of red forks in my hand, I shed tears again …
Walking on the road with an umbrella, the gloomy sky hangs over my sad heart. Before you know it, you will be home. Go in? Aren't you going in? I wandered around the house. Suddenly, when I was spinning, a small figure caught my eye. I went in and saw that it was a snail! I squatted down and looked down at this little life. ...
Look at it, so slow, but not impatient, I really don't know when it arrived at its destination. He twisted like an old man and walked slowly forward. Suddenly he changed direction-he wanted to climb the roof! I think he is really overreaching, knowing that there are many difficulties, but still so.
Sure enough, as I expected, he had a lot of trouble, only climbed thirty or forty centimeters, and finally slipped down. I thought it would give up, but I didn't expect it to stand up again and charge the roof!
It stood up again and again and failed again and again. But it never stopped and never gave up! My heart was deeply touched ... looking at it, thinking about me again, I feel really inferior to it. I just failed in an exam and want to give up, but so what? Even if you fall heavily on the ground, you still don't flinch and have no fear! My test paper is nothing compared with the difficulties it has suffered. Thought of here, I resolutely walked to the house. ...
People may experience countless setbacks in their lives, but we should not shrink back, but go up and down like snails. ...
I really want to be a snail. If I were a snail, I would definitely travel around with my little house. I want to hear the sound of flowers and plants growing. When my body itches, I will slowly climb to grandpa's tree to tickle. When I am bored, I will find a little ant to play with, let it hide in my warm hut and let me find it.
If I were a snail, I would go to the slowest activity in the world. Then I will be rated as the slowest snail in the world and win the forest award, so that animals all over the world know that I am the slowest snail!
If I were a snail, I would drink the dew from the grass when I was thirsty and eat the green leaves from the trees when I was hungry. If I were a snail, I would take a leisurely walk on the green land, but I don't want to see fireflies, because they are our nemesis. Fireflies have a pair of jaws on their heads, which are as thin as hair and extremely sharp. It will use this to inject venom into us. Let us be paralyzed without warning until we lose consciousness. After being poisoned, fireflies will inject another liquid to turn our bodies into water, and then drink it through a tubular mouth. So our snail family has never.
If I were a snail, I would rather go out to exercise on rainy days. It is better to drink sweet and delicious raindrops in hot summer. However, in order not to be caught and eaten by human beings, we have to hide in the grass to play, walk, race and jog.
If I were a snail, I would dress up more beautifully for the earth. Although I am young, I have a great wish. I hope the world will be more brilliant, happier and more peaceful, and make the world full of joy!
Seventh: I really want to be a snail. When I look at this title, everyone will definitely think: yeah! Snails do not belong to the zodiac. How can they be snails? You won't be surprised if I tell you three reasons why I am a snail.
Quiet "snail"
I have been quiet since I was a child. In the eyes of teachers, I am a clever student and don't like to talk much. In the eyes of relatives, I am a relatively introverted and quiet little girl. I remember that every time my relatives had dinner, the big private room was very lively, but I sat quietly in the corner of the sofa watching TV. An elder said, "Fang Benin, why don't you play with them?" I smiled and shook my head and said, "I want to watch TV here." The elders looked at me and the noisy child next to them and said, "What a quiet little girl."
Slow snail
Because I do everything slowly. Eating and drinking water is as slow as reading writing homework. Just like a snail, some students finished the same homework at 6: 30, but I dragged it to 10. The same teacher reported for dictation, so I never had time to write a few words. The school teacher shook my head slowly, and the teacher in the remedial class said that my slowness was not "one" in the whole class. Mom and dad are very upset about my dullness. In fact, I also want to finish my homework quickly and play with my sister. I also want to do everything quickly. Can you help me?
Timid "snail"
I am too timid to do many things by myself. I remember when I was in the second semester, my parents thought I had grown up. If you can, please discuss with me and let me go to school from Wudang International Park. At first, I was afraid to say no. But under the persuasion of my parents, I reluctantly agreed. When I got off the bus the next morning, I was afraid to go by myself. I didn't get off the bus until my mother got angry. Although I am scared, I only have the courage to go to school.
Do you think I look like a snail after reading it?
I really want to be a snail. I am a little snail. In this big world, I am small, but I have my own world. My shell is pale and dull, rough as a wall, but I love it deeply because it is my home.
I always take my time, move my body slowly, watch the clouds and birds passing by in the sky, and smell the sunshine, flowers or grass.
My life is very dull. Early in the morning, I opened my eyes and came to a small leaf stained with dew, waiting for "jade liquid jade liquid". In this way, I began a day's life: say hello to my partner, chat for a while, explore new things, and when I am tired, I will shrink in my warm cabin. I just want to be a snail and live such a simple life.
I also have my worries: nostalgia and unwillingness to continue. Sometimes, when I look at the fading light, I always think, "Should I pursue my dream, too?" But the sky overhead is far away from me. I slowly climb, which belongs to my time movement, but will I still play quietly?
I really want to be a snail. Some people say it's a pistachio, others say it's toffee, and I say I'm a snail.
Snails are very sensitive and timid. Touch the tentacles of snails, they will retract their tentacles, and at the same time put their soft bodies into hard shells, and it will take a long time to dare to come out again. Such is also the case with me. Maybe someone's casual words can shock me, make me happy and make me sad. There are contradictions with good friends, and the relationship is cracked. I will not hesitate to hide my true self in a corner where no one can find it, and take the opportunity to come up with an optimistic self to cover up my hidden sensitivity.
Communicating with people has always been a headache for me. I don't know how to talk to people. I used to speak fluently, but when I talk to strangers, I often become stuttering or mosquito. Voice trembling, incoherent; My palms will burst into layers of cold sweat at this time. People say I'm shy and timid, so I can only nod. However, I am not happy for myself at all.
Snails move slowly. This is well known, both in speed and response. I am a slow-heating person. When I was in Grade One, I only knew a few classmates. A week has passed, and I still only know those people. Later, I gradually opened up to contact other students and get familiar with them. They told me later, "We all think you are cold." In fact, I just accept the slow pace of environmental change.
I am slow, too. Whenever my mother asks me to do something, she always hears procrastination words such as "right away", "a moment" and "three minutes", which I didn't finish in the end. Because of this, I listened to many lectures and learned many lessons. Now, I am trying to get rid of this problem.
Snails are persistent. "Snail carries that heavy shell and climbs up step by step ..." After passing a convenience store, this song began to play on the children's seat in front of the door. Yes, the snail persisted despite the ridicule of others and finally ate the grapes.
I started practicing the piano when I was five years old. It was smooth at first, but it became more and more difficult. I cried and made noise, but finally I gritted my teeth and persisted. During this period, some people said that my parents wasted money and practicing piano was useless. Some people say that I have no feeling when I play the piano, so let me stop practicing. Finally, I told those people with my grades that I succeeded.
I am a snail, I am sensitive, I am timid, I am slow, but I have perseverance, and I insist. Come on, snail!