People often say that if you give up, you can get it. Maybe it is true.

We are in the flower season and have our own dreams. I fell in love with ballet six months ago. I like it because of its beautiful dance and advocating spirit, but now all this has become a memory.

Life in grade three is very boring, and you can only relax for a while on weekends. Six months ago, my mother signed me up for a dance class. I thought I could keep jumping. Since I signed up for the dance class, I have been inseparable from it. However, it was later found that learning declined, and the strength and confidence in dance steps disappeared instantly. I had to sign up for a remedial class. At first, I locked myself at home and looked at the white ballet skirt. I cried. I gradually fell asleep. In my dream, I danced freely in the university community, and my face was filled with happiness. Maybe it's because I never had it, so I feel so beautiful.

Maybe only by giving up something will you get something to participate in. After several months of remedial classes, your grades have improved significantly.

My friend asked me, if I had to choose again, I would still choose to study, because only studying can give me a chance to dance ballet again. I still believe that I can put on my dancing shoes and dance again. Now I understand everything.

Ballet is my dream. I gave up and went to see him again. There are always some hard choices in life. What we give up now may be what we cherish most.

Being willing is also a kind of beauty.

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Gently swaying catkins are like your long hair;

That shining star is like your bright eyes;

A touch of Jiangxia that day is like your gentle lips;

The falling rain is like my daughter's endless love for your mother.

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To tell the truth, I am a girl of 15 years old, but I have never studied my mother carefully. I didn't know my mother used to have a tall and graceful figure and bright and beautiful eyes. I only know that she is like a worker bee in a box of honey, working hard for work and life all day long.

My mother told me since I was a child that you were diligent and studious, and your grades were among the best. However, because your family is poor and you are the eldest sister, you were forced to drop out of school after finishing primary school, so you had to give up your only dream and go home to farm, which provoked the burden of your family. Every time you talk about this, there will be a slight splash in your eyes, and then you turn around and say to me with a smile; "It's too difficult to be a farmer. If you want a way out, study hard. Mom has no culture. No matter how hard and tired I am, I will send you to school. " At this moment, I just stare at you and giggle. Maybe I was young then. ...

My family is not very good, almost poor. Father works outside all the year round, and there are not many days to come back. All farm work falls on mother's weak shoulders, and mother always has endless work to do. What she has suffered in her life is hard to describe with my broken pen.

How many mornings, when the rooster crowed, there was a glimmer of light on the day. My mother got up in a hurry, cooked porridge, washed dishes, swept the floor, fed pigs and went to the vegetable garden ... After a while, she hurried to work. ...

Countless evenings, when the voice of Cleisthenes, the calf to be fed, rang over the village, my mother was still bending down in the rice field to spray medicine and pull out the barnyard grass, and the faded shirt was wet on my back ... My mother was the only one in the family who brought home the harvest and happiness with muddy water, which a mediocre and vulgar person could not do anyway.

Mother is a strong person in life. She bears hardships and stands hard work, smiles at poverty and faces one difficulty after another in life. A mother has only crops and her children. My mother's hard work, persistence, enthusiasm and anger, as well as her self-improvement spirit of carrying forward the burden, will become the most precious wealth in my life and the beauty that I will cherish forever in my heart.

Article 3:

Are all the lies in the world evil? No, it's not. Sometimes a lie will turn into a beautiful, well-meaning lie, which can inspire people to make progress. I used to study hard because of a white lie from my mother. I remember it was before a family meeting in the fourth grade:

That day, my mother came to pick me up as soon as I finished school. I recognized my mother walking in a sea of people at a glance. I threw myself into my mother's arms and proudly said to her, "Mom, today my math teacher praised me and said that I have made progress. At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher will definitely mention me and say that I have made progress. " My mother looked at me confidently and replied, "Oh, good, good, then I have to listen to the teacher carefully." After that, my mother walked into the school and waved me home.

Along the way, I have been thinking about what the teacher will say about me. Will she really praise me? Can the teacher not mention me at all? I came home with a nervous heart and eagerly waited for my mother to come home.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock" Time is running out. I am sitting in a chair doing my homework, but I have already flown to the class of the parent-teacher conference.

Crack! The door is open! Mom finally came back. At this time, it was already 6 pm. Before my mother got dressed, I couldn't wait to ask her, "Mom, what's the matter?" Did the teacher praise me? "My mother looked at me with expectant eyes and said happily with a smile," Of course I praised it. The teacher said that you have made progress in your study, but you are not very talkative in class. It will be better if you speak actively in class. "I heard that, I am sweeter than eating honey. I am so happy!

Since then, every time I have a math class, I speak enthusiastically. After a semester, my math scores have improved a lot. In class, the teacher often praises me. Therefore, it makes me more interested in learning mathematics.

After a semester, that is, when I was in the fifth grade, one day, my mother suddenly asked me, "Why do you dare to speak in math class and never raise your hand in Chinese class?" I said to my mother, "Because the teacher praised me at a parent-teacher meeting in grade four, I have confidence, so I can speak actively." Mother was puzzled and asked, "Which time? I lied to you that the teacher praised your parents ... Oh ... No ... That ... "What? Lie to me? Mom lied to me that the teacher praised me! So the teacher didn't praise me at all! I was shocked. My mother quickly comforted me and said, "Well ... Kiki, in fact, the teacher at that parent-teacher meeting didn't praise your progress, but said that you didn't speak actively and didn't participate in class." Mom just didn't want you to lose interest in math because the teacher didn't praise you, so she lied to you. I'm sorry! Mom didn't mean to lie to you ... "At this point, I really want to cry. After listening to my mother's words, my tears could no longer be controlled, and all of a sudden they poured out. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried ...

After that white lie, I didn't lose heart in math, but studied harder, because I hope the teacher can really praise me at the parent-teacher meeting. My mother's lies are beautiful and kind. They didn't make me feel resentful after being cheated, but inspired me to go further. I will work harder in the future and will not live up to my mother's white lies. I will cheer for myself, come on!