Since ancient times, there has been a saying that Meng Mu moved three times, her mother-in-law tattooed, and Meng Jiao's mother sewed clothes for her children to see them off. Although maternal love is great, the love our father gave us is also worthy of respect and praise.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes watching me born, and there was great joy from his bright eyes. He has always loved me, cared about me and worked hard for my growth. He is my father.
Once upon a time, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my mistakes, showing great severity from his bright eyes. Sometimes he will teach me softly, and sometimes I will be scolded loudly by him. He is my father.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my fragility, which showed great encouragement from his bright eyes. Although I have failed and shed tears, he has always supported me behind my back, perhaps not in action, but I can get spiritual comfort. He is my father.
Once, there was such a pair of eyes staring at my illness, and I felt extremely distressed from his bright eyes. Which child is not the heart of parents? When I love being sick, his heart will be as painful as mine. He is my father.
But now, in my memory, 15 years have passed, and those bright eyes have already become deep, because he is old, working hard for his daughter's healthy growth. He is getting old. He is old for the safety of his daughter, you know?
Unconsciously, white hair has climbed up his sideburns. He works hard for his family and tries to do everything best. He is busy socializing outside all day. I know he will be tired physically and mentally. He wants to stop, but his family needs him and wants to fight for his daughter's growth. No, he was not tired, but he was motivated again until he was old and died. He is my father.
The script of my own life-not the sequel of my parents, not the prequel of my children, nor the foreign story of my friends, life is just my own decision.
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The script of life has no rehearsal and no future, but you can fill in the blanks in the script.
There is only one life, and we only have one chance to seize it.
We can't control the length of life, but we can increase the width of life; We can't control our birth, but we can rewrite our life; We can't ask others to pay for ourselves, but we can pay for ourselves.
Your ship has entered a difficult situation, so as the helmsman, how do you choose the direction you continue to sail, or face difficulties? Or retreat from difficulties?
A young man once asked an enlightened monk to solve his doubts. He said, "No matter what I do, I can't achieve anything. Is it my fate that I will be so unlucky all my life? " The monk smiled and replied, "Hold out your hand and I'll read your palm!" " The young man held out his hand, and the monk pointed to three palm prints on the young man's palm and said, "This is fate line, this is the career line, and this is the love line! It's all in your own hands. " The young man suddenly realized and turned away.
This is fate, and fate determines his life direction.
Now, I don't know where my future is, and I don't know which direction I should go. I only know that going to college is my goal this year, and my life has a good starting point.
Since you have chosen to study, you should turn your back on it.
Since you have chosen to sail, you must share joys and sorrows;
Since you have chosen to hone, you must cut through the thorns and not be afraid of difficulties.
This boat is yours; At the helm, of course, it is you.
Only you can save yourself from the mire. No one is the savior of anyone, not even a bodhisattva.
A person's life is fleeting, just like a meteor, passing by without leaving a trace.
As Tagore said: There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I flew over.
Do you want to make your life poor and mediocre, or colorful? We don't want to be strong, but we can't be weak.
Your parents gave you the qualification to steer. You can't waste it. You should let its beauty develop to the extreme and sail your boat to the other side of happiness and success.
The script of life, you are the storyteller, and you are also the protagonist. Take your own life. Struggle, hard work and hard work also add a lot of color to the last page of life.
My life has nothing to do with anyone, it is my choice, my arrangement, the road I don't regret, and my life is my decision!
Yushan is my hometown. I love Yushan.
I love Yushan. I have loved her for a long time. In the modern history of Changshu, there was a famous politician-Weng Tonghe. Weng Tonghe is good at poetry and painting, especially at calligraphy. He was a famous calligrapher and minister in the late Qing Dynasty. Weng Tonghe's pioneering work of assisting Emperor Guangxu to make innovations was admired by the die-hards represented by Empress Dowager Cixi and was eventually dismissed. Send it back to your native place. After the failure of the "Reform Movement of 1898", Empress Dowager Cixi still held a grudge and ordered that Weng Tonghe's skin lotion be kept strictly by the local authorities. After my death, I will pay tribute to Wen Gong.
I love Yushan. Love her rich products. Changshu is known as the "Land of Fish and Rice in the South of the Yangtze River" because of its fertile land, vertical and horizontal lakes and rich products. There are delicious beggar chickens here. Why is it called beggar chicken? Because it was made by a beggar unintentionally, and because it tasted delicious after baking, it won the appreciation of many foodies and gained a good reputation. Here, Wang Si osmanthus wine is refreshing. Osmanthus fragrans wine is made from fine glutinous rice and osmanthus fragrans after autumn, and it has a sweet and direct fragrance.
I love Yushan, and I love its beautiful scenery. It is an important scenic spot in the national Taihu Lake Scenic Area, adjacent to the ancient land of Changshu. Every year, Shang Hu hosts the Peony Fair, which attracts thousands of Chinese and foreign tourists.
I love Yushan, and I love her rapid development now. Today, Yushanmen in Changshu is known as the "Little Great Wall in the South of the Yangtze River". 1993 After the reconstruction, the city gate is 7 meters high and 5.4 meters wide, which reproduces the unique scenery of "the city is half high" and "ten miles of green hills are half in the city". Now the beautiful classic of Changshu-Liangshan project has built a "Yingshan Lake", which fully embodies the characteristics of a landscape city as a whole.
Yushan, I love you. Love you for a long time! Love your rich products! Love your beautiful scenery! Love your rapid development!
Excellent composition in the eighth grade: learn to be true and false, and benefit a lot from the truth, while falsehood goes to the abyss. True and false affect the future.
After the class meeting of "True Learning and False Learning", I thought a lot, but finally I made a brief analysis of our group. No.2 He Xinyu, with serious homework and rigorous thinking, will be a good assistant if he is well trained. However, he seldom talks. In my opinion, he is not afraid, but doesn't want to. He knows the answers to many questions, but he just keeps silent. The teacher won't raise his hand unless he points. And I often make fun of Zeng Rui on the 3 rd and 6 th in class, so I don't explain the problems for the 4 th and 5 th. It can be said that he not only failed to take care of others, but also often led others to make jokes or participated in other people's jokes, which did not agree. Miracle, the third place, is quick-thinking and literary, and is more active than the silence of the second place. But the problem is similar to number two, joking in class and not accepting management. Homework is often in arrears, and it is often made up after school, which makes it difficult to think of a good way to manage it. The two of them don't know how to say true learning, and they don't listen very much in class. They say it's fake study. They should get high marks in their homework and keep their exam results stable. In my opinion, they are half-truths and half-truths
On the 4th, Chen Yuanyuan seldom listened to what he said in class before, but now he basically doesn't talk in class, and he also helps me manage others. Although her grades are not good, she satisfies me in other ways. Apart from the gap in grades, I think she can rank second. Fifth place Zhang Qin is gentle and considerate. Like No.4, I can't find any problems except my grades. She is an excellent girl. No.452 can be said to be my confidant, and I am most satisfied and like it best. I can say that they are definitely real learners, but their understanding is low and they can't understand those unfamiliar and difficult topics well. No.6 Zeng Rui, I can't say anything more. She is so stubborn that she doesn't listen to me at all. She sleeps in class, jokes after class, and has positive moments, but only for a period of time, an hour at most, and will recover. I also managed her, but her reply left me speechless. She said, "In class, I either sleep or eat. Anyway, I only intend to finish junior high school. " This answer left me speechless. Everyone in our group thinks that he didn't have a study holiday, but didn't study at all. Our patience with him was exhausted in the long-term conflict.
In this way, their future will be different. I imagine it's no big deal if No.2 doesn't get rid of bad habits, and so does No.3, but the teacher explained that they will be more impatient in the future. They won't listen now. What can they do in the future? They don't have the right attitude towards things now. What will happen in the future? On the other hand, No.452, although its grades are not good, will have a good future if it is down-to-earth and works hard. Six, give up halfway, take it lightly, and it will be difficult to do things well in the future. It is not intelligence, but attitude that determines the future. If they want to have a good future, they must get rid of bad habits, keep a good attitude and work hard from now on. This summary is not a criticism, but a warning, a warning to them and a warning to myself.
Learning makes sense, but the future makes no sense.
My mother, an ordinary woman, exists like a passerby in a sea of people. My mother doesn't need flowery language to describe "deep sadness and hidden lament, and she speaks more in silence than in her voice." My mother, in the eyes of others, is the greatest person in the world, although her qualifications are average and she has no characteristics.
Pregnant in October, waiting for the baby to cry, my mother's tearful and haggard face is filled with a happy smile, as if it were the most beautiful epiphyllum in the world. The first sentence I learned was' Mom', and the mother and daughter smiled at each other. I grew up and began to learn to walk. I always followed a familiar figure behind me, more than branches. When I was in kindergarten, my parents were busy making money to support their families, so they entrusted me to their godmother for care. The short separation is not estrangement but lovesickness. I miss my mother's kind smile, her warm palm and her unique taste. ...
When we finally had our own small home, I moved back to live. Go home, go home ...' I kept nagging all the way. Our family is not big, so it doesn't matter to us. It is very satisfying to have a happy family together.
People travel through the years, and the years bring some special gifts to mankind accordingly.
Happy time is very short, my mother soon became ill and lived in the hospital, as white as snow. Dad took me to the ward. At that time, my mother was still sleeping. The room was quiet, so we sat quietly until she woke up. Soon, my mother woke up slowly and couldn't help laughing when she saw her big and small faces, but the slight wrinkles in her brow still exposed her pain. Mother's stomach trouble is caused by overwork and poor appetite. People who have not experienced this kind of pain will never know. My father and I went to see my mother every day while she was in hospital. We are glad to see her rosy cheeks. Every time we leave, my mother will never forget to nag. This has gradually become a habit.
My mother is deeply influenced by my grandfather and has certain requirements for some of my behavior habits. I must never forget the table manners, such as how to carry bowls, plates and chopsticks. There are also some basic requirements in life, such as keeping the water after washing vegetables for flushing toilets, mopping floors and watering flowers. Twist the handkerchief for washing your face, squeeze toothpaste from bottom to top, etc. And I will tell them patiently every time. My mother doesn't ask me to be a great person, but I hope I can be happy enough to learn to be a man.
In recent years, my mother has more white hair and is worried about my business.
Hand in hand, these two seemingly simple words, but these two words contain many different meanings. Some people are afraid to let go after shaking hands; Some people cherish it more because they need to put it down after holding hands.
For me, holding hands is a happy word. When I was a child, I took my parents' warm hands and came to this beautiful world. In this new world, my parents are my only body temperature. They often hold my hand and walk through the storm and the cold and warm journey together. Their hands are so delicate and affectionate. Little me, I feel the support of life in my hand and the calmness when I step.
Holding hands with my parents, I got their teaching and warmth. In the process of holding their hands, I learned to stumble; I learned to count the stars in the sky and sing that interesting and beautiful children's song. I also learned the basic principles of being a man.
Time passes in the ticking bell, and I grow up day by day. My parents let go of my hand and handed me over to the teacher. From then on, I took the teacher's beloved hand and walked into the colorful campus. In this ocean of knowledge, I hold the teacher's hand, braving the wind and waves, and temper myself.
In this vibrant campus, when I lost and failed, I took my friend's warm hand and walked into the space that really belonged to me. In that space, I learned how to face all kinds of people alone. Holding those warm hands, I learned to respect, care, tolerate and encourage each other. We listen to each other's peers and learn from each other's experiences. I also feel this feeling. When I am happy and sad, I hold my friend's hand and share joys and sorrows. What a relief!
It is because I hold hands, big and small, that my life has become colorful. Life, of course, can only be obtained by giving up. Some people are afraid to let go because they hold hands and get happiness. I'm not afraid to let go. It is because of letting go that I can understand myself and become more independent and strong. Let go of my parents' hands, and I learned to stand on my own feet and stop relying on them. Let go of the teacher's hand, and I broke through all kinds of thorns in life with the knowledge taught by the teacher. I learned to think for myself, be responsible for my actions, and understand that the value of life lies in hard work and dedication. Let go of my friend's hand, I learned to dry my tears, face difficulties bravely and increase my confidence.
Just because I let go of these warm, warm and loving hands, I became independent and did everything by myself. So, I began to become like that indomitable grass, growing bravely regardless of wind and rain. The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly. Let us bravely climb the peak, taste the bitterness of failure, experience the taste of success and experience the ups and downs of life!
Recently, astronomers have observed that a ring composed of hundreds of millions or even billions of stars rotates slowly around the Milky Way. This new discovery provides new evidence for the view that the Milky Way was born in the Big Bang.
At present, this ring is not complete, and scientists will continue to look for other parts and study the temperature, brightness and speed of the stars in it. At present, the cause of the ring is still unclear. Some scientists believe that some stars may have been born inside the Milky Way and moved to the outer edge for a long time. It is also possible that this ring is the remains of a small galaxy near the Milky Way, which was swallowed up by the gravity of the Milky Way. Studying the origin of this ring is helpful to understand the evolution of galaxies.
Excellent composition of Grade 8 "Let the autumn wind take away my thoughts, take away my love …" Sitting quietly in front of the computer, looking at the screen. Your cute avatar on QQ no longer flashes, leave, and finally leave. The warm and happy autumn of last year is gone forever.
"I have been quietly waiting at the meeting ..." In that Q group, you didn't come. And I'm still waiting alone, waiting for the yellow bow flower to bloom. Looking up at the stars, looking for my past, looking forward to and imagining my future. Starry night, lonely mood, open the diary of the past and relive the happiness that has become a dream.
"Pray for God to moisten my eyes and freeze my heart ..." My heart is speechless, my injury remains the same, and the boring days are even more boring without your company. Love is gone, my heart is not dead, and I still miss it. That autumn sunset was gorgeous, and I was happy at that time. That autumn, I sent you a flash animation of "Rose". You smiled. You smiled sweetly. But now, the summer wind is warm and gentle. The next night after class, I stood in the aisle, staring blankly at the stars all over the sky, and sighed helplessly. I don't know what this means, maybe I'm just sad for no reason. At this time, I clearly know that when the past is about to pass, I should bless it, because I am so calm at this moment.
The memory of "Returning from Autumn Farewell" is as thick as ink, but the bits and pieces of my mood are often awakened by the wind at night. I know that when the "past" quietly leaves, I can only keep the best memory in my heart, and a tear falls inadvertently because it touches the softest string in my heart.
Gently close the diary, close your eyes and sit still, silent in helplessness. ...
In the dark night, I only heard the roar of the north wind and my own footsteps. Suddenly, the sound of "brushing" came from my footsteps, and my hair stood on end and my heart was pounding. I clenched the art knife in my hand, humming "Don't worry about young people's aspirations", quickened my pace, and kept complaining in my heart: What happened to dad, but he didn't come to pick me up today?
Last night, my father told me that he wouldn't pick me up after school because I grew up and couldn't always be taken care of by my parents. I should fly alone. I thought he was just talking, but it's true! Dad is really, knowing that I am timid, I have to cover myself with a quilt even when it thunders, but let me guard a foreign crime! The school is four or five miles away from home, and the road is difficult to walk. If I am alone ... I dare not think, but the steps are bigger.
Dad always loved me. After I entered junior high school, the school was far from home, and it was eight o'clock after school. My father will pick me up from school every day. I remember once it was raining cats and dogs, and my father came to pick me up with a high fever. Walking beside my Da Die, I feel very warm and safe, but now I want to be a "lone ranger".
After all my fears, I'm glad to be home safely. Dad is not at home. Mother told me that he was on a business trip. My mother is cooking and my father is back. When he saw me pouting and sulking, he still smiled and asked me as usual, "How did you do at school?" Did the teacher ask questions in class? I interrupted him and said, "Why didn't you pick me up? I was scared all the way! " Dad smiled and said, "Didn't you agree not to answer the phone last night? Why did you change your mind again? Besides, you have grown up and can take care of yourself! " I was speechless, but I said impatiently, "All right!"
After that, my father never took me again. I have gradually overcome my fear and am no longer afraid to walk at night. But I found that my father always came back soon after I got home. What did he do? Then I stumbled upon the truth. It turned out that my father still came to pick me up every day as before, but instead of walking with me, he followed me closely!
I understand dad's mind!
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Parents' love is like a bright light at night, illuminating my way forward; It is the sunshine in March, which warms our hearts forever.
The growth of excellent composition in Grade 8 10 means the independence of action; Growth reflects the activity of thinking; Growth shows maturity of mind. Yes, if a person does not do well in the process of growing up, in a sense, he is a person with unsound mind. Growth, like a subway bottle, is full of ups and downs, loaded with everyone's colorful life.
Bitter and sweet, say bitter and sweet first. Bitterness is like a pair of fierce twin brothers, who often torment you like ants on hot bricks-running around, exaggerating, they may even fight with you. However, bitter and spicy can also be compared to a double-edged sword, and a lot of sour and sweet are their credit. As the saying goes, "failure is the mother of success" and "how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain" means this. How valuable is a life that is neither bitter nor spicy nor sour?
If only pain and torture dominate your life, then I don't think anyone will want to live in this world. Sour and sweet are for your seasoning. Acid is a bridge between bitterness and sweetness, and sweetness allows you to enjoy the beauty of life. Only when people have experienced bitter and bitter baptism will sweet and sour come to you, which is the harvest after your hard work. While you are enjoying success and joy, what you can't forget most is the blow brought by bitterness and bitterness.
I remember when I was in fifth grade, my growth tested me. I received the math paper I took a few days ago: "Oh dear! 82 points! " If your heart sinks, you will definitely be beaten when you go home. I dragged my heavy legs and walked home step by step. The laughter of my classmates along the way seems to have nothing to do with me. When I got home, to my surprise, not only did I not get whipped, but my mother said to me calmly, "An exam doesn't mean anything. Just work hard next time. " Sure enough, after two weeks of hard work, I did it. I overcame the test of growth and harvested the fruits of success.
No matter from the perspective of independent action, active thinking and mature mind, ups and downs in the process of growth are necessary. But one thing, that is, ups and downs can't determine your fate. How many terminally ill patients are reborn through an optimistic attitude; How many young people in their prime died of depression. Growth will test everyone, just how you look at it. Therefore, the fate of growth is up to you. Like my aunt, I had stomach cancer a few years ago, but it was not serious because it was found in time. My father's mother's sister has been struggling with the disease and finally recovered after three years.
A small sapling needs to pass the test of growth to grow into a towering tree; An unremarkable caterpillar needs to grow into a beautiful butterfly, and it also needs to be tested by growth. After the blow of failure, you will see the joy of success. Only through constant experience can we succeed in life.