-the author's speech
I have spent thirteen spring and autumn years since I was born, looking back on my growing years. Because of books, my life is full of twists and turns: books tell me heroic deeds, square characters show me the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and books improve my reading ability. ...
I grew up under the influence of books, but books accompanied me. She is not only my good partner, but also a witness to my growth.
In childhood
My home is close to the library, and I have been attached to books since I was a child. When I was a child, I liked reading books with pictures. I pointed with my little hand, my eyes narrowed into a line and my mouth opened like a crescent moon. At that time, I grew up with comic books. Whenever I see the villains and monsters in comic books, I always read them for a long time, wondering how they got into the books. I like the picture of Monkey King Thrice Defeats the Skeleton Demon, and the heroic image of SHEN WOO by Sun Walker gives me endless reverie; I like the picture of the noisy sea, bending down for Nezha's fearlessness; I like to watch Transformers make all kinds of funny moves, exaggerated but hiding the truth of life everywhere ... Simple comic books accompanied me through my innocent childhood, but she inspired my wisdom and my enthusiasm for books.
childhood
When I was in primary school, I gradually fell in love with campus novels, because the contents in the books seemed to be telling stories around me. Ma Xiaotiao, the naughty boy, is my favorite. Look at my naughty and lovely deskmate. I almost doubt that he is the prototype of Ma Xiaotiao's life. There are also "Pipiru" and "Little Peas by the Window", which truly reflect our campus life. The characters in the book are lifelike, as if they were all classmates around me. Reading these books is like communicating with my classmates. They spent a happy childhood with me.
grow up to an adult
Now I like history books and popular science books. History books let me understand the ups and downs of the motherland in the past. She told me that we should not forget the hard work of our ancestors. It is their efforts that not only make us live a better life, but also harvest rich cultural heritage. At the same time, I also like popular science books, which stimulated my desire to explore the natural world and let me know about the advanced weapons in the world ... I was intoxicated and saw a vast and boundless world.
When I was growing up, I was accompanied by books. On lonely nights, I didn't feel lonely. No matter how dark the road is, there is also a ray of light; No matter how cold it is in winter, there is also a beam of sunshine; No matter how boring the day is, I feel full of energy and fragrance. ...
There are always many stories on the way to growth. They are like colorful flowers, beautiful and warm. When I think of him, my heart will ripple and I can't be calm for a long time. Of course, these stories can never be separated from them-my dear classmates, because with them, my life is more colorful and full of happiness. I remember that it was Children's Day in 2006, and our class was going to perform a program. There are many versatile girls in our group, including "Little Pianist", "Guzheng Player" and "Little Dancer" ... Of course, we won't give boys this opportunity to show themselves. So I thought a lot when I got home. Why not adapt the fan dance this time? No, I can’t . It's out of date Shall we sing praises to children this time? No, it's boring. Hey! I was lost in thought and thought, "What should I do? There are not many such opportunities! "
At this moment, I turned on the computer and saw the title song "Invisible Wings" of Angela Zhang's new album. Suddenly, I had more ideas. We girls have a sweet voice, so let's sing. By the way, you can add some dance moves. I quickly turned on the song and listened to it while watching the MV. This lyric deeply touched me. This makes me understand that we should face the difficulties bravely. I think this song is very suitable for us, so the teacher decided to discuss the use of this song, teacher. Of course, female students are very happy, and male students are very angry and unconvinced! We take time to practice every day. Time flies, there are still two days before the performance. This is a sudden news, which broke our original plan. The performance of this program will be discussed by two brothers, and only four or five people can participate in each class. This also means that we have to get rid of a large number of people, but everyone cooperates so well. Hearing this, we are inevitably angry, and my organizer has also been attacked and accused by everyone. Hey! But I can't. There are still two days, and time is too late. Let's focus on the overall situation. I reluctantly gave up what I had to give up and cooperated with Class 2 students. We didn't know each other very well at first, so we said our mistakes out loud as a joke. We often make others cry until we realize our mistakes.
After school, we practice super brother together and dance together at noon. Gradually, we learned to help each other. In just two days, everyone merged together.
Every time we sing "I know I always have a pair of invisible wings to fly to me." I hope I can finally see all my dreams blossom and chase. How loud the young song is. I finally flew and stared with my heart. I'm not afraid ... ",we will forget a difficult point in this process. In order not to get stage fright, we held a small performance in the class first. We girls feel that we will be disheartened by the boys and girls who sadly deprived us of the opportunity to perform, but they cheer for us and give us great courage and confidence.
The day of performance came, and with the encouragement of our classmates, we sang this beautiful song. This touched our classmates and infected every teacher. In the end, we won the first place in the school with our strength. After a night, everyone talked and laughed together.
They paved the way for my growth with flowers. I want to care for this beautiful flower with my heart and make it unbeaten all the year round!
The road to growth is bumpy and smooth. Many things in the rough need your efforts, and friends and relatives in the flat will give you some help. The road to growth is monotonous and colorful. Monotonia spends most of her time studying, but Colorful still has time to do her own thing. The road to growth is boring and interesting. Boring, I have to do a lot of things I don't want to do, and I am interested in doing what I want to do when my parents are away.
The first morning star when I was growing up was my mother, who brought me to this strange world and helped me get familiar with it. It was my mother who taught me to walk and let me have fun with my feet; It was my mother who taught me to speak, so that I could express my thoughts better. It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the history of words; It was my mother who taught me to read and let me discover the long and interesting history of China. The second morning star is my first teacher, who brought me into the ocean of knowledge and let me know the fun of learning; Bring me into the river of books and let me understand that reading is an interesting thing; It brought me into the stream of my classmates and made me gain pure friendship.
It is inevitable to stumble on the road of growth. I remember once, I went to an essay contest with confidence. I thought it must be the first prize, but I didn't expect to get an excellent certificate because of my hard work. I am disappointed, but failure is the mother of success. In order to strive for this tone, I studied the composition book hard, often took part in composition classes, actively signed up for an composition competition, and finally entered the final in an composition competition, although I don't know the result yet.
Let's work together on the road of growth.
Whenever I get up late, I'm about to go to class, and I'm still on the road, I inadvertently step up. This kind of action is called "cherish"; When a relative dies and regrets not saying the last word to him, it is difficult to let go of his legacy. This feeling is called "cherish"; A person walking in on the boulevard in early winter, looking at the last yellow leaf blown off by the cold wind, picked it up and studied it carefully, and could not bear to see it wither in his hands. This is called "cherishing". There are too many things to cherish in this world.
Time is valuable. The sage Confucius taught us: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." The scientist Franklin told us: "Time is money." Lu Xun, a revolutionary ancestor, warned us: "wasting time is tantamount to suicide." Ostrovsky reminded us not to idle away our time and do nothing. Human life is limited. Only by cherishing time can we live a full and meaningful life and achieve something in our career. Time is life, and each of us loves life, so we must cherish every minute of life.
Feelings are worth cherishing. Family ties are intimate feelings linked by blood ties, and the love between relatives is the warmest; Friendship is a bridge between hearts, and the care between friends makes people no longer lonely ... With these feelings, the world is particularly beautiful and life is colorful. It is emotion that shortens the distance between people, makes everyone's life full of emotion, makes families happier and makes society more harmonious and warm. I think that if there were no feelings in the world, people would be indifferent or escape into an empty door, and today's colorful society would cease to exist. Because of this, we should cherish every feeling.
Nature is worth cherishing. In the vast universe, only the earth is full of vitality, thanks to nature. It was she who gave the earth blue sky, green soil and vast sea; It is she who gave birth to all kinds of life and raised us human beings; It was she who generously gave us everything and gave birth to today's highly developed human civilization. We should cherish her-the mother of mankind and the only home. However, people don't seem to understand this. They take from nature without restraint, constantly destroying and polluting her. People punctured the earth's coat-ozone layer, stripped the earth's blue coat-forest, drained the earth's blood-oil, and shattered the earth's bones-mineral deposits. Now, the once beautiful earth is full of holes and beyond recognition. Humans should know that destroying nature is destroying themselves. Babylonian civilization collapsed after the destruction of Mesopotamia plain, and ancient Egyptian civilization finally collapsed after the destruction of forest. So many "lessons from the past" can't let us learn from the past? Let's cherish our only nature, or mankind will eventually destroy itself.
Cherish time, so that we can prolong life; Cherish emotions and make our life rich and colorful; Cherish nature and make our home more beautiful. Let's cherish this beautiful thing together.
Looking back suddenly, the course of the soul is like a stream, flowing through a path surrounded by flowers and blocked by sand and stones. There are always some indelible scars in everyone's heart, and there are also some indelible touches. Maybe this is the years of growing up.
The sky is gloomy, just like my heavy heart; The light rain is very delicate, just like my tears. Standing on the endless coast, I really want to have the happiness of spring and find my own happiness.
Once upon a time, I was full of ambition. Now, I feel sad and disappointed. It can be said that I have been living with a hope, and I want to make myself like a sail full of wind forever. Swan's ambition and Dapeng's lofty sentiments of spreading their wings still haunt my frivolous mind ... but life has its elusive magic and helplessness that I can't get rid of. In the distance, thousands of lights dotted the whole silent night. The curled-up figure came from a distance. It adds a peace to my heart. I have my dreams by the Black Rock Reef and my feelings in Xingwan Bay. Sometimes, there is an invisible pressure in my heart, which makes me feel inexplicably depressed, and there is really a kind of pain that I want to cry without tears. I want to find a friend to talk to about all my troubles. I found it, but I can't talk. Maybe it's in our nature, maybe it's personality. I can't bring my suffering to innocent people, otherwise, my heart will be heavier. The kind of self-pity that "life experiences ups and downs, the wind and rain are flat", in Wen Tianxiang's grandiose ambition of "being afraid on the beach, but sighing in the ocean", still "keep a childlike heart and shine on history".
Reading my class's rebuttal diary may really be a tearful memory. Looking back, after all, I can't stay in a hurry. But that vivid and touching chapter of life warms young memories again and again. The girl who grew up running in the field once had a carefree dream and set her dream high. But when the cold wind and helpless sky inadvertently broke their thin wings, their hearts were still clear and Wan Li, and their eyes were still full of flowers. There have been countless times in the wilderness, tirelessly shouting in the wind, but when simplicity has passed, the sky has drowned all the cheers, but I don't know where my heart is going, tears have flowed. However, after the tears, I still have a bright smile and a dream without regrets. Maybe the wind and rain will tear the sail, maybe the bad waves will break the mast, but what will never break is the backbone, and what will never break is faith. Because there is an eternal touch in my heart, I miss the sea in the silent night sky.
I finally understand that no matter how high I fly, I can't cross my father's backbone; Even if we set sail, we can't leave our mother's harbor. I want to make my own way, but I still live in the ocean of love.
In the years of growing up, there are pains and joys; There are failures and successes; There are disappointments and hopes. A colorful life needs to be enriched. Pearl is the heartache of Bei's life, but my heart has a lifelong concern and yearning, and a constant dream and pursuit.
Through the growth of years, we will mature. Real growth is the maturity of thought.
Childhood is full of childlike interest, sunshine, laughter, and so is my childhood. There are many short stories in my colorful childhood. I can't help laughing when I think about it now. I might as well encourage you. When I was about five or six years old, I was curious to see what my mother was going to pour out of a box when washing clothes, so I paid special attention to it the next time my mother washed clothes. It turned out that what was poured out of the box was called "washing powder". I thought at that time that washing powder could clean dirty clothes. If I make it into soap for washing hands, I can wash my hands! When my mother was away, I started making soap. I found a small box, filled with washing powder, squeezed with glue, added some tap water, stirred with chopsticks, made it into a paste, then kneaded it into a square block and began to use it as "soap". Of course, this kind of "soap" can't stand it, and it sticks to hands and dirty things. Anyway, everything is sticky, and "soap" has become "sticky soap" This is just one thing, and "making noodles" is also very interesting. When I was seven years old, I was also interested in eating. For a while, I fell in love with eating noodles, because my mother's fried noodles were delicious. I fell in love with eating noodles and dreamed of making noodles myself one day. One day, I ran out of rice noodles from my grandmother's house, and my mother didn't go out to buy them for a while, so I tried to "process" the noodles myself. It takes flour to make noodles, and just as there is a little flour left over from mom's breakfast egg noodle cake at home, I found it out and started to "produce noodles" with great fanfare! Add water to the flour and start kneading as mom usually does! Pinch! Finally, I kneaded it into noodles. Although it is a little thick, it is half the battle! After kneading for a few minutes, a decent noodle was finally "made"! It's just that the speed is too slow, and I'm extremely worried Remembering that there is a sieve in my DIY combination toy, I thought: If you put the dough on it and press it, won't it come out? I can't help being proud of my "smart" innovation. At first, I found a sieve, picked up the dough and pressed it down. The once-formed noodles are really squeezed out. It's a little short, but it's nice. I found a small box cover and put the noodles together one by one, ready to "present a treasure" when my mother comes back. Mom really praised me for having ideas, hey! Always a self-born child! Mom also specially made these noodles into fried noodles for me to eat, but they were not very delicious and not too hard. Now, that naughty boy is already a fifth-grade pupil who loves Olympic Mathematics, and he doesn't want to do those "interesting things" anymore. The pace of growth will become more and more steady in the years of growth, and will definitely leave more beautiful memories!