1 more than 20 days of winter vacation is fleeting, and I have gained a truth from it: only persistence can succeed.
Before the winter vacation, the head teacher arranged winter vacation homework in advance, and there was another activity! It is the twenty-one days of winter vacation, and I insist on punching in and practicing calligraphy every day. It is said that there will be a prize in the end!
After hearing the news, I was very excited, took an active part in the activities, and secretly vowed in my heart: I must persist!
A few days after the winter vacation, the activities began. At the beginning, I studied hard and practiced my handwriting seriously. However, after three or four days, my excitement passed. Look at me again when you see the neighbor's children playing here and there. I have to practice calligraphy and read books every day, and even take some time to be a winter vacation homework. I have no time to play at all. I am really envious in my heart!
A few days later, I began to be absent-minded about this activity. I really can't help it, my heart seems to be scratching. A few days later, I put away my pen and rushed out of the house to play with those children. Gradually, I seem to have forgotten this activity.
"Time flies, the sun flies." In a blink of an eye, a winter vacation has passed and I am heading for a new semester. But I found that other students' handwriting has become very neat and beautiful, but my handwriting is not as good as before. At this time, I understand this truth: only perseverance can succeed.
You can't do things halfway in the future. I must keep going, so that I can succeed!
In life, some people are in high spirits, pointing out the mountains and chanting "counting romantic figures and looking at the present", which is a harvest, a harvest of spring breeze; Others hide in the crowd, watching the sunset and sunrise, the clouds are light and the wind is light, humming "I only want to face the sea, and spring blossoms", which is also a kind of harvest, a leisurely harvest, and a harvest composition.
Indeed, on the stage of life, some people often reap success, but more people are repeatedly frustrated and always grieve for failure. I think, sometimes from another angle, encountering these setbacks is also a rare gain in life. From ancient times to the present, there are many such examples.
Li Yishan, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was down and out all his life. I failed to be admitted in my early years, and I was recommended to be admitted to Jinshi. From then on, he wanted to be promoted to a higher position and make a fortune, but he had to struggle to survive in the cracks because of the struggle between Niu and Li. For him at this time, the happiest thing in life is to have a gentle and virtuous wife-Wang. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. His wife died before him because of illness. His only spiritual support was broken and his heart was broken. As a person, such a life is really bumpy and tortuous. But if you think about it from another angle, you should also thank these setbacks. It is these repressed feelings that make him spit out the blocks in his chest with poems: "I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval." Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. " It is these ups and downs that made him gain an immortal name on the stage of Tang poetry.
Liu Sanbian, a poet in the early Song Dynasty, went to Bianjing to take the exam in his early years, liked to go in and out of Zhangtai Road, and lived a bohemian life with geisha. Song Renzong's sentence "Humble yourself, sing under the wind and moon, how can this man be an official" kept him out of the stone door. At this point, Liu Yong was frustrated. The emperor closed one door for him and God opened another door for him. Being down and out was nothing, but it made him more close to the people, and he created many slow songs with the singers, enriching the techniques of ci. Therefore, although he failed in his official career, he gained the reputation of "having a well to drink and being able to recite Liu Ci" in the ci world.
Through time and space, I came to the contemporary poetry world and saw the sensitive and kind Haizi. He encountered difficulties in his career, was rejected on the road of love, and became estranged from his family. Many disappointments came to him, but instead of complaining, he conveyed his good wishes to the world with poems: "May your future be bright, may you have a lover, and may you be happy on earth." I read Haizi's innocence and kindness from his poems. Although life brought him misfortune, he proved his existence with poetry and gained people's love and reverence for him. He has also become the most splendid pearl in contemporary poetry.
Therefore, on our long road of life, even if we want to pursue the pride of beingno. 1, we must understand that life is bumpy and always full of variables. When we are frustrated, we might as well think about their stories and think from another angle. As long as we can wake up from failure and find our own position, we will also reap more and more beautiful things from failure.
I always want to cry in the depths of the moonlit night and walk into the drizzle alone. The grass in spring is still budding, but my heart has reached late autumn.
I refused everything outside the door and locked myself in a dark room surrounded by brick walls.
Tears wash away the calendar and weave loneliness with dusk. So, I learned to escape and learn to be silent. The disdain of others suddenly makes you feel inferior. When the leaves turn yellow, it should be the autumn harvest season. I began to doubt myself and life. Time has diluted everything and made me reflect a lot. At this time, my heart is full of fantasy, although my heart has been lost. But I always wanted to have a blue sky. Belong to yourself, there is also a grassland, and there is a season that is not spring, summer, autumn and winter.
However, even the best dream should wake up. But after waking up, the world remains the same, so my heart is inexplicably filled with a kind of indifferent and distant melancholy. Comfort in fantasy is also to break your own secret pain. Failed, spread out my messy thoughts, go for a walk in the fields, look at the vast sky and everything in the wild. Maybe it can tear up the cruelty of the past and scatter it into the vast sky.
Let everything calm down, although there is still a trace of sadness.
There is no need to recall all that, and there is no need to keep him pestering us. We should know how to give up. In fact, this is a kind of free and easy, we have to understand that what is lost today will be gained tomorrow. What happened to happiness? What's wrong with sadness? Perhaps, after many years, you will be glad to have lost what you once had. Doesn't the old saying say that "if a gentleman is far away, things will be quick afterwards"? Be patient when you are older. "
We should remember what we should remember, forget what we should forget, be sad and depressed, be more confident, and print our struggle on our own path. In fact, failure is also a kind of gain. Today's failure will sow a seed for tomorrow's success!
Three days ago, our sixth-grade students came to Dengfeng Lin Yuan Practice Base by bus to carry out practical activities.
We have learned many lessons, and my favorite is to learn "cup dance", which, as the name implies, is to dance with a cup. Two instructors gave each of our classmates a cup and then taught us how to "dance" the cup dance. We poured the cup on the ground and sat cross-legged. The coach taught us two sets of movements. They are "clap, clap, clap and hold" and "clap, hold and change hands". We practiced many times and became more and more tacit. When we practice thoroughly, the instructor plays music for us, and we dance with the beat and the cups in our hands. Everyone is very happy.
This afternoon, we will return to school from the base. The students were reluctant to part with our tutor Yang Chen, and some students left tears of parting. ......
After three days of development training, my heart is full of aftertaste, which is not only physical pain, but also the tempering of will and the perfection of personality. As the ancients said: All is one, Mount Tai is the top. The core of the team is * * * dedication. This kind of dedication needs a goal that every player can believe, a practical and challenging goal, which can distract the team's work motivation and dedication and inject vitality into learning.
Practice has made me understand:
Unity is strength!
I like art and painting. In order to paint, I once had troubles and wanted to give up, but the joy of harvesting again and again kept me going for seven years.
I remember when I was four years old, I first saw my cousin draw. I saw my cousin gently draw a few strokes on her picture book and then tick the color. Soon, a lovely and beautiful girl was born under my cousin's pen. I asked my cousin what it was, and she told me it was called a cartoon. At that time, I decided to learn to draw.
At first, my mother didn't support me to sign up for the painting interest class. I think it's too much trouble to pick up and drop off every time, so I have to give up the idea of signing up for painting classes and practice at home. Every time my cousin comes to my house, I will humbly ask her for painting skills, and my cousin will patiently teach me. In order to learn painting, every time my classmates come to play with me, I refuse. In order to learn painting, I also forget to eat and sleep, collect pictures online, and then copy and color them. However, I don't draw as well as my cousin.
Once my cousin came to my house to see how my practice was going. As soon as I heard my cousin ask me this question, I immediately said angrily to my cousin, "Hum! I gave up painting a long time ago. I can't draw well anyway. I just don't practice well. I paid so much for nothing and sacrificed so much time. If I had known this, I might as well use this time to play! " My cousin smiled and said to me gently, "Jenny, you are wrong to think so." You can't give up halfway, you must stick to it, otherwise you will get nothing. " Think about it, when you didn't learn to draw, didn't you draw badly? Can you copy it like the original picture now? Because of your perseverance before, you will have such an achievement. Isn't this a hard work and a harvest? "
After listening to my cousin's words, I regained my confidence and practiced harder than before. With the help of my cousin, my paintings become more and more vivid. Because of my efforts, my work also won the second prize in the city painting competition! My mother didn't support my painting before, and often said in front of my friends, "My daughter, she can't live up to expectations! I'm flattered by the great painting. I am proud! "
"No pains, no gains." This sentence has kept me going for seven years, and it is also because of this persistence that I have gained a lot of happiness. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life.
When I was eight years old, my father sent me to my grandmother's house in the summer vacation.
My grandmother was a teacher when she was young. She always smiles, and when she smiles, she will show a row of white teeth. Her broad forehead is full of knowledge, as if it will never be used up.
One night, after dinner, I snuggled up to my grandmother as usual, waiting for her to tell me a story.
Grandma said, "Don't tell stories tonight, I'll teach you to write. I said, "I write at school every day." Grandma said, "I want to teach you to write Chinese calligraphy." I said, "Chinese calligraphy, no one in our school writes Chinese calligraphy. Grandma added, "writing brush strokes can exercise your patience." "all right." Say, I grabbed the pen in grandma's hand and was about to write. Grandma said, "Write the word' one' first." I said, "What's so hard about one word? "I picked up a pen and scribbled a' one' on the paper. I read it myself and felt dissatisfied. The word "one" is like a wrinkle on grandma's face. Grandma showed me a brush, and while she was writing, she said, "You don't hold the pen in the right position, you have to …" Before Grandma finished writing, I took the brush from her hand and quickly wrote a few words' I', thinking it was very good, but Grandma said, "I didn't write with a pen." I said impatiently, "this broken one is really difficult to write." Grandma said, "Everything is difficult before it is easy. I started to be like you. Write more times and believe that you can do it. "After grandma taught me to write for a while, I continued to write, but I still couldn't meet grandma's requirements, so I was anxious. Grandma said: "Good basic skills are the key to writing brush strokes, so we must practice from one horizontal to one vertical. "So, I settled down to write a few more articles slowly. Finally, I wrote the word' one' in a standard way. Grandma smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.
Hard work pays off.
How happy I am to go back to my grandparents' house! Grandma said that we have a piece of land where we can plant an orange forest, so that I can taste the feeling of planting trees. I said yes, but I think it's a bit difficult for someone who has never planted trees. I say we should plant one first, and wait until this tree is finished.
Grandma brought tools and shoveled the soil, so she let me plant trees. I planted my seeds and my grandmother guided me. After a while, I planted them. I am very excited. Grandma said, "This land is too dry and needs watering. There is no kettle at home. I'll buy one. " She was leaving when she finished, and I said, "No, I can do it." I hurried home and grabbed a handful of water with a spoon to water it. I took one tree after another and finally planted the first tree in my life.
A few months later, I went back to my grandparents' house and suddenly found a small bud on the ground. Take a closer look, it's my orange tree! I asked my grandmother, and she was surprised. It rained only a few times when I planted trees for the first time. How did it germinate? However, grandma is also happy for me. She said that she bought a new kettle, which made it much more convenient to pour water. Sure enough, a blue kettle appeared in front of me. This kettle is really beautiful, the handle can be held by hand, the other end is a nozzle, and there are many holes in the lid. There is a lid on the kettle, and there is a handle on the lid. Grandma taught me how to use it, and I learned quickly. I'll start watering it right away. Water it. I found the little tree shaking, as if to say, "I'm so happy!" " "The more you water it, the more excited you are.
It was a long time before I returned to my grandmother's house in autumn. Grandma told me that the orange tree I planted is bearing fruit. As soon as I saw it, I produced a few oranges from Huang Chengcheng! How beautiful! Grandma also taught me how to uproot and fertilize orange trees. After that, grandma asked me if I wanted to eat an orange. Before grandma finished, I couldn't wait to pick one and eat it. "ah! It's so sour and astringent. " Grandma said, "You are really impatient. Although this orange is ripe, the tree is still small. Don't listen to me, do you want to eat now? " I quickly said, "I don't want to." Grandma smiled and said, "Go and eat the oranges I just bought and put in the house!" " "
Every time I go to see a small tree, I am very proud, because I have harvested the fruit and the joy of success.