The breeze blows gently, and the dazzling green leaves greedily suck the dew of nature. In the rippling river.

With a little moss, the fish floating to the surface is also a calm expression. In such a warm environment,

Under the blue sky, covered in sweat, I found myself with potential.

After finishing the preparatory activities, we stood neatly on the playground. I saw the PE teacher with a stopwatch in his hand and a wry smile.

Walking towards us, he cleared his throat and said, "Running in this class. I hope all students can pass. " Say that finish

Those eyes seemed to glance at me intentionally or unintentionally. Although I have practiced it several times in private, I still feel that

When my legs are shaking, my heart seems to jump out. You know, I haven't run for several times in a row. Don't.

Everyone's grades are climbing all the way, and what about me? That achievement, like water, will always flow to a lower place and hang up one after another.

It was a terrible red light several times.

Gunfire sounded, and I just woke up from a dream when I stood at the starting line. Looking ahead, the students all seem to be leaving.

The string of arrows rushed out of the distance. I was busy chasing when I saw it, but I was left behind. "Come on!" Here comes my friend.

Yelling.

The encouragement of my friends made me put down the idea that I couldn't run again and again, and my sweat flowed down.

My cheeks are dripping, my clothes are soaked with sweat, and I am panting like a bellows-wheezing, and the air is full.

It is a mixture of dust and carbon dioxide. But consciousness can't make up for the gap of physical quality after all, and the lower body is stiff.

Push hard, the upper body moves forward inertia, and one stumbles and falls to the ground. A few friends came to upload on their knees.

A burst of pain, looking down, my knee was skinned. Push your friend away from you and spell it out. I'll tell you.

Tell yourself to keep running.

I don't know how long it took, but a breeze blew from the horizon, jumped on my cheek and penetrated into my heart. "good!" I am a quilt

Teacher Yu was awakened, and some words floated in the shaking world: "Who said you were mentally retarded in sports?" You still have potential. "

Force! So-and-so, help her quickly and let her rest in the shade. "……

A few weeks later, I was walking along the central road, and my friends chased me all the way from the playground. My face is full of smiles and air.

It seems that the flowers are also in bloom. Facing the word "excellent" on the report card, I think of "you still have potential"

In a word, I smiled.

It turns out that it's not that simple.

When I was in high school, I came to Shanghai with beautiful dreams. When I came here,

After staying for a few months, I found how naive our so-called dreams are.

In fact, life is a very complicated thing. In high school, I thought I had grown up when I went to college.

I don't need my parents' money. It's not that simple. I still can't leave my parents. I still don't know

I can leave my parents for half a step.

I went to practice in the society as soon as I had a holiday, which made me realize the hardships of life. Went to Gome and Yongle.

Computer installation system, after I arrived at the customer's home, they didn't understand you at all, if the problem you gave them was not.

If you can answer quickly and accurately, they will give you a big ridicule, and you can't complain to others.

Because you had no choice but to put the customer first, I packed from 9: 00 a.m. to 1 p.m. and earned 1 10.

I didn't go to the toilet once for more than ten hours. I didn't eat, just ate something I bought in the morning.

Eat, (because I did it on National Day, I am ready not to eat because of my experience)

So I thought, why is this happening? The reason is simple: I am still at the bottom of society and I want to change.

I must work hard to change this state. Only by cheering for yourself can you turn yourself over and be your own master.

There is no such thing as fairness and unfairness in society. Just to see if you have the courage to change yourself and let yourself be yourself.

Master, don't let others dominate you.

I can't help crying.

It is said that girls are emotional, but seeing this photo, I think everyone can't help crying!

This is a snapshot photo with the title "What about children and teachers? The photo was taken by Emerald.

The rubble and ruins of the tree after the earthquake. A middle-aged man lying on a stretcher struggled to raise his head and his mouth was slightly open.

Open, a pair of tired eyes emit anxious and eager eyes. Obviously, this is the title of the photo.

A man's voice

After reading the description of the photo, I know that this is an ordinary and ordinary China man who walked in from Hongkong.

The truck driver of Xiqiang at an altitude of 4000 meters is affectionately called "Afu" volunteer. This is about charity.

Life-long men, without iron shelves, have the spirit of stone to carve and need financial support.

Help others, regardless of his terminal illness, save his life-saving money. In order to rescue three trapped children, he

I risked my life to go back to the ruins, but I was killed. Before he died, he kept asking how the children and teachers were.

So what?

Judging from Alfred's experience, he is not a man who longs for greatness; His image is usually crowded in the crowd

It is difficult to recognize him, but he is a caring person who is willing to give his life for public welfare.

A man who does not seek greatness is noble, and a man who cares about trapped children and the elderly before he dies.

Teachers are worthy of respect.

Because of this photo, I searched Baidu for a report with "Ah Fu". Of course, these reports can't be.

Bring Ah Fu back to life. "Ah Fu" has gone. I believe he left with relief because he saved the old man.

Both the teacher and the children survived, and he can go home safely.

I picked up the photo and stuck it on my face, and I couldn't help feeling a warm current.

Looking up, staring at "Ah Fu"' s anxious and eager eyes, tears could not help but come to my eyes. ...

An essay on excuses: excuses.

Everyone wants to cover up some of his mistakes; Everyone has secrets that can't be revealed; Everyone wants to

Cover up the real thing-there must be an excuse. Like a rose, it hides itself under the pretext of green leaves.

Sharp thorns on the body; Like a thunderstorm, use dark clouds as an excuse to stop tears. ...

However, as Laozi said, everything has two sides, so the excuse is beautiful and harmonious.

It is ugly, and excuses can make us happy and sad.

A beggar walks up to you and you say, "Sorry, I don't have enough money with me today ..." In fact, this one.

This is your excuse for not giving him money. These people are cold-blooded, stingy and will only suffer.

The eyes and voices of others.

A beggar is sitting on the roadside. He has hands and feet. He wants to find his own happiness. He thought

Work hard by yourself. But passers-by saw him so pitiful that they threw coins into the ground. You saw it.

To a friend who just dropped the money, he said softly, "Sorry, I don't have enough money with me today ..." In fact, this

It's also an excuse for you, but your excuse can make him regain his dignity and self-esteem.

-You didn't treat him like a beggar.

Excuses let you pass the buck again and again, let you rest again and again, let you rest again and again.

Be careful to cover up your mistakes; Excuses also allow you to help others indirectly again and again, again and again.

Keeping other people's secrets carefully allows you to protect other people's hearts again and again.

The excuse to shirk, from the moment you say it, you must bear your conscience and take responsibility.

Put it on others. The excuse of cheating is equivalent to indirectly hurting others, so we can't give it to others.

A little help?

Malicious excuses make us stop, and the collateral brought by excuses can only make us more cowardly.

However, excuses still warm the hearts of others. Every time an excuse comes out of our mouths, it is equivalent to

Respect life and its dignity. The excuse of love makes us grow up day by day and may hide me.

Children can't accept this fact. They may say they don't have time to take care of us, but they left us the most sincere love.

The excuse of friendship can always make our happiness last longer and our friendship last forever.

A good excuse, like a good lie, will always be with us sincerely all our lives.

An excuse can make us feel the warmth of winter sunshine, and at the same time, it will become our lifelong decision.

Qualitative words.

The taste of the third grade

I know, the third day was hard! Carrying a heavy schoolbag, leaving early and returning late, we are very busy. We don't have Sunday, only Wednesday, which has become the focus of teachers and parents' eager attention. There are many "no's" in our life, and we give up a lot of happiness inexplicably. Everything is forbidden, but we have no choice but to study without "issuing a ticket". This is the life of graduates! Therefore, some students regard grade three as synonymous with purgatory and torture.

Today, I admit the pain and hardship of grade three, that we are experiencing a test that can only succeed but not fail, but I disagree with those so-called "black metaphors", because in my heart, the day of grade three is the sunshine in winter, with a different kind of warmth, unique and eternal taste!

Sweet and sour mixture

When I was a child, I always loved to eat sweet and sour pork ribs cooked by my mother. The sweet and sour taste still makes my mouth water. At that time, I was ignorant. I only know that delicious food can satisfy my hunger for food, but I don't know that happiness also has its metaphor and connotation: acid and sweetness in life are relative, giving is bitter, and success is sweet; Giving up is bitter, getting is sweet; In this final sprint, learning is bitter, but the thin but heavy admission book is sweet. Reading on my desk in the dark, the stars blinked in the silent night, the words on the paper seemed to beat with the lights, and the strong coffee smell on the table enveloped the whole room and warmed my heart ... Who said it was dark? Who said it was pain?

The third day is the same: sweet and sour!

Pain is just a word.

Speaking of drinks, I can't give up the rich coffee, and I am deeply attached to the mellow taste. When hot coffee is drunk in your mouth and swallowed, that deep bitterness will flow into your heart from the tip of your tongue and then spread to the depths of your soul. That kind of ignorance is really like the present day: although bitter, I have tasted life all over, savoring all kinds of life in my bitter study career and looking for my future dreams! What really makes me feel that these two things have something in common is that coffee is cooked with heart, and a good mood will ripple in my heart; Learn with your heart, feel with your heart, feel with your heart, communicate with your heart, and flowers will bloom on the muddy road!

The third day is the same: bitter, can't drive away!

Plain is true.

In the rainy season, I brew a pot of tea in endless reverie, quietly watching a piece of green tea dancing in the cup, and my heart vibrated. When the white mist escaped from the mouth of the cup, the insipid taste also came to mind at the same time. Isn't that what happened on the third day? There is a passion for stirring tea, an impulse to smoke, and a dull taste of falling into the mouth ... Really, no matter how long the first day of dreaming and the second day of longing for growth are, they will always be replaced by the boring third day to do the questions, and everything will be changed by an exam! Because the hustle and bustle will eventually blend into the calm, the turbulent heart will be washed by setbacks and hardships, and the dullness is true.

Some people say that the taste of the third grade is fried peanuts: black and bitter! Many students standing on the train to the senior high school entrance examination always exaggerate their pain. Why don't they think they can get exercise in hard life and mature as soon as possible? Lost innocence can't come back, and gained maturity can't be waved away. The track of grade three is so clear and marked!

Perhaps the third grade is bitter, salty and rebellious, but all this can't stop our trek. We are full of dreams and passions, and the flame of inner desire for success is burning. The most effective way to break through the encirclement at the last minute is to fight hard. Facing the third grade, we can only feel the most pleasant pleasure if we fight in the forefront!

On the third day, the taste of eternity ...

I can't find that "hey, grade three", and that topic is "I still have potential" I don't know if it meets the requirements, I hope it can be adopted ~