Life is wonderful because of setbacks, and the world is gorgeous because of setbacks. There are no shortcuts to growth.
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In the process of growing up, people will inevitably encounter setbacks. Some people hate setbacks because they can't stand the test of setbacks. Some people like setbacks because their life is wonderful because of setbacks. As the ancients said, the sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. Indeed, if we didn't grow up with setbacks, we wouldn't have a beautiful flower of life in our life!
Sima Qian inherited his father's career in order to fulfill his father's last wish. But no one expected that when he interceded for Li Ling, the general who fought in the battlefield, he annoyed Liu Che, another emperor of the Han Dynasty, and asked him to choose between castration and death penalty. As a result, his growth process encountered great setbacks. In order to complete the historical record of "studying the relationship between heaven and man, connecting the changes of ancient and modern times, and getting married", he reluctantly chose castration. After suffering great physical and mental pain, he finally created a masterpiece of "Li Sao, a historian without rhyme". His growth path is more exciting because of setbacks, and his growth has therefore become a warning classic for future generations.
Gou Jian, Jiangshan was taken away and made. He also encountered difficulties in his growth, and there was no shortcut for him to choose on the way forward. In order to achieve "don't eat the food grown on your own land and don't wear the clothes woven by your subjects." With his brave words, he endured humiliation, studied the art of war, chose the road of hard work, and finally had the ending of "hard work, hard work, hard work, more than 3 thousand armor can swallow Wu" With his humiliating sword, he annihilated the powerful state of Wu and dominated one side. His growth is brilliant because of setbacks!
When the Chinese nation was still immersed in the ancient civilization, it was proud of the "four great inventions" and the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties. Foreigners quietly invaded and opened our country with gunpowder originally invented by us. China was amazed at it, and the heroes stood up for it: from the opium extermination in Humen to the May 4th Movement, from the Nanchang Uprising to the crossing of the Yangtze River, which step was not full of setbacks and which step was not frightening. The growth of the motherland is full of hardships and sufferings, but the people of the whole country came step by step, and finally there was a solemn declaration of "the people of China and the founding of the country", and China took on a new look because of setbacks.
A tree, without wind and rain, how can it follow the soil deeply; How can a person leave flower of life without experiencing the baptism of setbacks? How can a country arouse more awakening and accomplish great rejuvenation without experiencing setbacks? Remember, my friend, there is no shortcut to growth, but bravely facing setbacks and hardships is the golden key to success.
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Love is selfless; Love is great; Love is Happiness-Inscription
I always thought my father was my friend, but once my father made me deeply feel the happiness brought by my father's love. I can't forget this feeling for a long time. It's cool in summer, warm in winter and refreshing in spring. With this touch, my heart began to become bright, spacious and pure.
School was almost over that day, and suddenly it was cloudy and it was going to rain. I sat in the classroom and began to worry: what can I do? School is about to start, and I don't have an umbrella!
A burst of thunder and lightning seemed to be a prelude to a rainstorm symphony. The wind blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, as if it were the accompaniment of a symphony. What worries me most is what happened: rain is coming! At first, it was the size of a grain of rice. Gradually, it rained harder and harder, and the raindrops like soybeans slammed on the glass window, making a "drumming" sound. Just then, the bell rang and we left school. I reluctantly carried my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. Slowly follow the team downstairs. I looked everywhere, and parents came to pick up the children. How I wish my father could pick me up! I can't help feeling anxious when I see my classmates being picked up one after another. It's raining so hard, can my father pick me up? I put a question mark in my heart. A flash of lightning, a loud noise, the sky seems to be broken, and the broken beads of raindrops hit the ground forcefully. I'm even more anxious. I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure running towards me with an umbrella, getting closer and closer. Ah, it's dad! I rushed at him with joy like an arrow. I saw the rain dripping down my father's hair and sticking to my forehead. "Dad, why are you here?" I asked in surprise. Dad forgot to answer my question and quickly helped me put on my raincoat. My father's hand was cold when I touched it. My father helped me get dressed, and then smiled and said to me, "Wait, son, let's go home!" "
As soon as I entered the door, I took off my raincoat and put down my schoolbag to drink water, but I saw a wet coat hanging next to my raincoat, which my father had just worn. The scene of school appeared in my mind again, which made me feel a warm current rushing to my heart. I was about to pick up the cup when my hand stopped. In order to pick me up, my father's clothes were all wet, but mine was not wet at all.
It's raining and the wind is blowing outside, but my heart is unusually warm, unusually touched, unusually loving and really happy.
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Memories on the blackboard
It is one of our most loyal friends on the road of growing up and learning. It is as calm as ever, staring at our growth. This is the blackboard.
Blackboard is an indispensable prop in class. Teachers use the magic of wisdom to gather wisdom here. The blackboard is the stage for Mr. Starlight Glimmer, who teaches us knowledge as a star. Blackboard, a photo album we recall, witnessed the joys and sorrows of our five-year-old classmates-our growth and sublimation from ignorance to spreading our wings.
When the bright sunshine entered the classroom, the teacher's chalk kept writing on the blackboard, which reminded me of that memory on the blackboard.
The Chinese teacher is here. On the blackboard, she depicts the world with various amorous feelings-Feng Jicai who stirred up a hornet's nest, Zhu Ziqing who dozed in Yangzhou Teahouse, Spartacus who galloped on the battlefield of freedom, Confucius who taught students in accordance with their aptitude ... from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to Greek mythology; From a flower in the garden to a comrade-in-arms of the old Red Army ... we walked into the classroom with infinite imagination of the world. The notes on the blackboard are a guide map and a time machine, which carry us through time and space, dreams and reality.
When the math teacher comes, the world of mathematics is endless, which requires both bold speculation and careful argumentation. We walked into the classroom with infinite thinking about the world. The teacher's blackboard writing is the best navigation. Everyone sometimes raises a pen, sometimes thinks, and is excited to solve every problem. Blackboard is a passage full of infrared rays, which needs us to cross carefully.
The English teacher came, and all the knowledge of English grammar theory and English sentence patterns ... puzzled us. We want to talk freely with foreigners, so we cheer up and remember every word and sentence on the blackboard. Outside school, we help foreigners in the city solve their difficulties.
The ringing of the bell is what we expect most. The blackboard is resting at the moment, watching us rush out of the classroom and stay quietly in the classroom, as if asleep. Wisdom is written on the blackboard, and many children learn it. Unconsciously, I found that the teacher who works hard to educate people every day is not the blackboard on our way to study.
As the bell rang, I remembered the teacher again. He was calm and full of wisdom, and brought out a paragraph: the memory on the blackboard. ...
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If it is rain and dew, it is pure and flawless, crystal clear; If it is grass, it will be full of vitality and sprout green; If it is sunshine, it will be warm and bright; The moon is delicate, soft, light and charming ... just like people in life, each has its own charm.
Use the scenery to get rid of your troubles.
Look out of the window, a withered and bare tree. I'm in a bad mood and I'm getting more and more upset. What's more, it's still raining, and the title "Rain Lane" is printed on my brochure. I mused, as if I had really become a lilac girl, with the disappointment of the exam and the disappointment of my best friend. I stared at the tree in front of me as if it had taken away my good mood. I am thinking: How many leaves it must have! With a sigh, finally, the last leaf attached to the old tree fell down. I looked out the window and cried. ...
Swing your heart to go a longer way.
In front of the window, there is still a tree. After meeting with my long-lost teacher, my mood has already been on cloud nine, blowing the midsummer wind, watching my mood fly around the sky softly and leisurely. This is really an intoxicating moment, and the sunset obliquely reflects the old tree. I still remember it was like a small sapling, thin and weak. The new bud on the head is its first beautiful hair. The wind, its mother, tells jokes to it from time to time and laughs in front of me. Now, it is a mother, and its dolls are full of trees and branches. I fondled its doll intimately, and looked at its tall and straight posture, which was more like the epitome of the teacher's teaching. I leaned against the tree and looked at the sky, humming quietly: don't lose face, watch the flowers bloom in front of the court; I have no intention of staying, and I have no intention of staying, looking up at the clouds in the sky.
The Ming Dynasty was in its heyday.
It's still such a tree. There is a storm outside the window. I also have a pamphlet full of "I am the most useless person". In this competition for personal and class honor, I failed completely. What a rare opportunity. If there is a deep enough seam, I'd rather get in than come out. It was such a failure that I didn't even have the courage to cry. With a blank face, it is absolutely useless to cry over such irreversible things. Looking at this tree in the rain, does it remember the sudden storm two years ago? How many beautiful branches it has broken. Now, it is motionless and seems to be thinking about something ... It is hard to imagine how it struggled for that lush tree ... I suddenly understood something, raised my mouth and walked away silently. ...
On the road of growing up, the flowers and grass on the roadside can enlighten me. Let me constantly discover myself and improve my role in life! Let me learn to be a man, learn to do things, and learn to be calm with people and things. You know, unless you are indifferent, you can't be clear about your goals, and unless you are quiet, you can't go far.
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People, in life, can't blindly follow. The road of life is full of thorns and temptations. Therefore, we must learn to look at ourselves in order to be down-to-earth and succeed.
Just like Mao Sui, he knows his ability and he will appreciate himself. So there is a good story of "self-recommendation".
Mao Zedong, the leader of China, killed many people with lofty ideals during the ten-year Cultural Revolution. China gradually declined, and Chairman Mao realized it. He understood that the Cultural Revolution was initiated by himself, which was a wrong policy. So, he reflected day and night, examined himself, and finally realized his wrong behavior.
Only when you know how to look at yourself can you make contributions to society. On the contrary, if you don't know how to look at yourself, blindly paralyze and don't know yourself, you will only be laughed at by future generations.
Just like Ying Zheng, the king of Qin who burned books and buried Confucianism, he was bullying all day, but he didn't know how to go back on his word. He only knows pleasure, drinking and singing, and partying with concubines. He was finally looked down upon by the people and lost his great rivers and mountains.
Look at Chen Houzhu again. His tyranny is harsh, and he steals from the people. Finally, the soldiers were surrounded. He is still dancing in the harem, indulging in money, and claiming that his country is dangerous and the enemy will not invade. He thought he was clever, but he made a mistake. Finally, the embarrassed Chen Houzhu and his wife were fished out of the dry well by the enemy. In this way, Chen Houzhu became the king of national subjugation.
This shows how important self-esteem is in our life.
We should learn to look at ourselves, look at ourselves, appreciate ourselves and criticize ourselves. Only by learning to look at yourself can you stride forward in your life and face the sun!
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What is "habit"? According to the dictionary, habit is an involuntary activity that is done repeatedly for a long time and gradually developed. That good habit, of course, is a good activity that has been done repeatedly for a long time. This good habit is the "fruit" that we sow all the time.
In retrospect, it has been planted for eleven years. What good fruits did the "habit tree" bear? I think the biggest fruit should be "don't be picky about food, stick to your figure". According to my mother, I have been eating quickly since I was a child, and I don't need to be urged by adults, so you see, I am tall 1 m 55, very strong! The second fruit should be "I love sports but I am not lazy". My father signed me up for swimming training when I was still in kindergarten. I especially like tumbling in the water. Even now, when I hear swimming, I feel full of energy. I was only in grade three last summer, and I have reached the swimming standard of grade five. I also like playing table tennis very much. Although I have only learned a little, I am often tired and sweaty during training, but the attraction of waving a racket in front of a table tennis table is irresistible. This summer vacation, I will try to make a breakthrough in this respect.
I think the most beautiful fruit on the "habit" tree should be "innovation, knowledge and brain". I always like to have my own ideas in my studies. Although it may not be correct, sometimes it seems particularly naive, but I firmly believe that as long as we work hard to lay a good foundation and always maintain the good habit of innovative thinking, this beautiful "habit fruit" will always grow more mature and sweeter.
Of course, there are some fruits on my "habit tree" that are not strong enough, such as "careless" spots and "greedy" colors.
My mother often tells me: "pay attention to your thoughts, they will become your words;" Pay attention to your words, they will become your actions; Pay attention to your actions, they will become your habits; Pay attention to your character, it will determine your fate. "
Although I don't quite understand the meaning of many sentences, I know that habits definitely play a decisive role in a person's life. Friends, let's start from me, from now on, from every little thing, plant seeds of various "good habits" from childhood, and let the fruits of "good habits" bring fragrance and sweetness to our own tomorrow when we grow up! Let "good habits" accompany us to grow up happily!
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A letter to my mother.
Dear Mom:
Hello!
In fact, I have long wanted to write such a letter to you. Growing up, you cared about me the most. You always think of me, but at that time I was a child and ignorant. I worry you too much. Now, I am no longer a child and more sensible, so you can worry less about me, parents. Mom, you comforted me when I was sad, encouraged me in my study, and took care of me when I was sick. I recalled everything you did for me. My daughter (son) really appreciates you. . .
Thank you for giving me life and giving me the opportunity to pursue happiness, feel happiness and realize the value of life.
Thank you for raising me, being the first teacher in my life, and teaching me how to live and how to be grateful.
Yes, without sunshine, there is no warmth of days; Without rain and dew, there is no harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there is no self. These are simple truths that no one will understand, but we often lack a grateful heart and psychology. Today, I am here to express my sincere determination to you: when you are tired again, I will help you to rest by the bed for a while, bring you tea and water, beat your legs, talk to you about the essence of the day, tell you about the clouds of the day, and let you have a rainbow-like relaxed mood. This is what I should do! In the future, when I want to be willful, play a little temper, and pay the price for everything you have done for me, my unreasonable little willfulness will disappear, but I feel deeply guilty and self-reproach. After all these years, I am most grateful to you! Every step of my growth is accompanied by your hard work. Everything you do is for me. Without your efforts, I wouldn't be who I am today. I can't do anything now. I can only sincerely say to you: "thank you!" " "
Hereby:
Salute!
in perfect nick
Your son (daughter): xxx
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A person's life is not smooth sailing, and setbacks are inevitable. I am a human being, and I am no exception.
I used to like writing very much, and I always kept practicing when I came home. Because the composition is good, I am often praised by teachers and won prizes, so I have more confidence in writing.
With the improvement of living standards, I have a computer at home, so I often play games on it, seldom write a composition, and sometimes I almost forget how to write it. One day, my father said to me, "I started a blog for you ..." "Blog? Really? " I was ecstatic and shouted. Since then, I have taken time to write something and post it. After the Wenchuan earthquake this year, I was very sad to see the students there killed. I think: if they have enough common sense to escape and can leave in time under the guidance of the teacher, maybe the tragedy will not happen. So, I conceived a day, wrote a fairy tale "The Price", and asked my father to help me post it on my blog. In a few days, the click rate reached 100 times, and the price was also selected as a boutique. I'm glad to see everyone leaving messages on my blog! Then, I sent one blog post after another, on average every two or three days. The click rate of my blog post is rising. Great, yeah!
The senior high school entrance examination is coming at the end of the sixth grade, so there is not much time to write. As soon as the exam is over, the first thing I do is turn on the computer and look at my blog comments and my literature club. My blog is very deserted, and few people leave messages; However, the composition of members of my literary club is very popular, and the click-through rate has increased sharply. Why? I was thinking about it, but it didn't take long. When I finished thinking, I immediately wrote a blog post, one after another, but it was not so popular. Seeing that other people's blogs are so prosperous, I am puzzled: "Why, why?" In addition, the composition I submitted has not been responded, and I feel extremely uncomfortable, just like a miner in a dark mine, trying to dig forward, but afraid of water opposite. I was thinking and wandering in this environment when suddenly a light appeared in front of me. An old miner said to me with a kerosene lamp, "boy, dig boldly!" " "
This old miner is my father. Seeing that I was so negative, he came to help his son. He said, "The road of life is not always smooth, sometimes it is full of many bumps and setbacks. Get up when you fall, don't stop, remember: you are the best! " Yes, I am the best! Actually, I'm really great! After the blow, I cheered up and wrote. Finally, I wrote a beautiful blog post, and the click rate went up again. Members sent me posts to cheer me up, and I smiled again.
After the setback, I found that I would face the setback, treat it calmly and succeed step by step. In this way, when I succeed, I can say loudly, "In fact, I am the best! I am really great! "
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I cried that day.
Opening the small window of memory, I remembered the day of last semester and that touching scene. ...
That day, our school invited a foreign professor to give us a vivid gratitude education class. He told many vivid examples about gratitude on the stage, which deeply touched the students. Later, he asked his classmates to come to the stage and speak their heartfelt words buried in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would go up, but it turned out unexpectedly. The students came on stage one after another. Like a torrent, they stepped onto the stage solemnly and irresistibly. Almost every classmate's eyes are wet. They had a heart-to-heart talk with their parents on the stage, admitted their mistakes and expressed their determination to study hard and repay their parents in the future. ...
Maybe I was infected by this atmosphere. My heart was slightly shocked. I just felt a torrent gushing from my heart and rushing out of my eyes. I cried. But I didn't dry my tears, let them wet my face and awaken my ungrateful heart.
Yes! How can I be ungrateful? From my birth to adulthood, what is not the credit of my parents! Dad, mom, you have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. It was you who accompanied me through many ups and downs and setbacks. It is you who accompany me out of the wrong path and into the light. When I was wronged, it was you who put down your work to comfort me and persuade me. When I didn't finish my homework, but I was already tired and urged to sleep, it was you who accompanied me to finish my homework until the dead of night. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I was sick, you took care of me at my bedside, poured me water and brought me delicious food. It's suddenly getting cold. Who is it? You sent me clothes and gloves all the way?
Dad, mom, what great love you have given me! Like rain and dew, it moistens me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; It is like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate layers of barriers and fall to every place around me, and stay with me every day; It will embrace my cry and my smile; It will hold up an umbrella for me, pave a road and fill all the bumps.
Dad, mom, your love for me is so selfless! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will study hard, learn to be grateful and repay you well!
The grace of dripping water will surely bring spring. But you gave me the whole ocean!
Ah! But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
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Walking into yesterday, yesterday condensed into a wandering poem at my feet.
Walking today, today has become a rosy day before my eyes.
Walking into tomorrow, tomorrow extends into Wan Li without boundaries in my dream. ...
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It has long been known that the history of mankind is the history of walking. How long does it take to walk from the East African Plateau to Europe, Asia, America and Australia? How many past events have become the dust of history, leaving a lonely tower standing in the rustling wind, staring at the mottled time.
Disappearing doesn't mean disappearing. Here, or there, there will always be traces, waiting for you to see and listen. Whether it's the Mayan altar left in the wet jungle or the Homer epic left on the parchment, those memories that make us proud are always there, smiling, waiting for all the walking descendants to hug and praise.
I don't know who said that, what is lost or not obtained is always the most commendable. So we praise the glorious past that no longer belongs to us behind the door of history. We are no longer apes who have just stood up, philosophers who meditate on the Adriatic Sea in linen robes, and even less people who pray under the church cross. We call ourselves modern people.
With the technology that was completely unimaginable 200 years ago, the speed that was completely incomparable 500 years ago, the gun that was completely impossible to own before 1000, and the so-called democracy that was completely impossible to enjoy before 2000, we are deeply confused. What should we do at this out-of-control speed? Looking ahead, when human beings were just born, we were thoughtful and pure, and felt ashamed; We look forward to the future, and the unknowable secrets are looming in the galaxy, and we are at a loss.
So we ask ourselves, where are we going?
So we say, go ahead, because our ancestors have always believed that we are going forward, not destroying. So let's go, through the disappearing things, through the wonderful and tragic things, to the distant outside world described by Pang Long, and then whether we face the sea or not, whether we are in full bloom or not, we can smile at our ancestors or directly face our descendants. Because we never stop, our road keeps going forward.
No one can be young forever, and neither can we; No one can be simple forever, and neither can we. The wheel of history rolls forward, stagnates, and will only become that piece of dust, flying slowly, falling slowly, and finally still disillusioned. Only by moving forward, moving forward and moving forward can we guess that the so-called eternal appearance can we embrace the eternal shadow. We were born to walk, and we live to walk. We are always on the road.
I believe that walkers have no boundaries, and I believe that roads are seamless. Even if the traces left are only deep and shallow, we are still walking, walking in the fading, walking in the fading, but we will never stop. ...