Looking at the colorful flags and balloons flying in the campus, I realized that Children's Day was coming. Inadvertently open those old photos, the door of memory that has been blocked for a long time quietly opens. Suddenly, happiness filled my heart.
It was Children's Day three years ago. Brother Sun and Sister Baiyun came to celebrate the festival for us, and our mood was as sunny as the weather. After listening to the teacher's wordiness, we rushed out of the classroom like an arrow leaving the string and headed straight for the big playground. The big playground has long been crowded with people, cheerful music, flying colorful flags and balloons of all sizes, forming a sea of joy. There are many games, such as "rowing dragon boat", "jumping kangaroo", "blowing balloon" and "pinball clip".
Senior students have already lined up in front of each game area. Finally saw a group of people, almost without hesitation. I pulled the female classmate next to me and stood in. However, this "less" is only relative. We didn't see the "dragon boat rowing" until our legs cramped. It turned out to be like this: I saw two people face to face, holding hands, and two people sitting on each other's feet to form a small dragon boat. If two people advance together, the group that reaches the finish line fastest will get the most points. I couldn't help playing a small drum, but I still couldn't bear to give up the queue for so long, so I had to bite the bullet. With the referee's order, five "dragon boats" hurriedly "set out". But at first, we were in chaos: two people went in different directions and fell on their backs, which made all the onlookers laugh. I am even more worried when I see that others have taken several steps. In desperation, I used my quick wits to reorganize the team. I shouted to my companions, "one" you lift your ass and move, "two" I lift my ass and move, so with the sound of "one two one", I finally reached the end. Yes, wisdom and sweat, I didn't expect to get the second place.
Before we came to the second game area, we saw their triumphant faces, and we knew it was a very simple game. I didn't know until I walked in It turned out to be jumping into a sack. My jumping ability is not bragging, but can be compared with kangaroo. Indeed, I was the first to jump the finish line, but I didn't expect to read English words after jumping. These English words are written on table tennis and put in a bucket for you to draw. I drew it casually and immediately became dumbfounded. I didn't even see the words I hadn't seen before. Looking at this word, I was so anxious that I sweated: "What bad luck, I just picked a word that I haven't learned." These teachers really forced me to write such difficult words for a sophomore. " As a last resort, I tried to spell it in pinyin, but I didn't expect it to be true. I got a high score. I'm so happy.
In the next game, we fought wits and had a good time. Finally, I exchanged the points I got from the game for many gifts: food, toys and school supplies. ...
Hard work and rich harvest, that "June 1" is the most meaningful Children's Day I have ever had. It will be treasured in my heart forever, and it will draw a beautiful stroke for my childhood.
Recall Children's Day.
Recall Children's Day.
Looking at the colorful flags and balloons flying in the campus, I realized that Children's Day was coming. Inadvertently open those old photos, the door of memory that has been blocked for a long time quietly opens. Suddenly, happiness filled my heart.
It was Children's Day three years ago. Brother Sun and Sister Baiyun came to celebrate the festival for us, and our mood was as sunny as the weather. After listening to the teacher's wordiness, we rushed out of the classroom like an arrow leaving the string and headed straight for the big playground. The big playground has long been crowded with people, cheerful music, flying colorful flags and balloons of all sizes, forming a sea of joy. There are many games, such as "rowing dragon boat", "jumping kangaroo", "blowing balloon" and "pinball clip".
Senior students have already lined up in front of each game area. Finally saw a group of people, almost without hesitation. I pulled the female classmate next to me and stood in. However, this "less" is only relative. We didn't see the "dragon boat rowing" until our legs cramped. It turned out to be like this: I saw two people face to face, holding hands, and two people sitting on each other's feet to form a small dragon boat. If two people advance together, the group that reaches the finish line fastest will get the most points. I couldn't help playing a small drum, but I still couldn't bear to give up the queue for so long, so I had to bite the bullet. With the referee's order, five "dragon boats" hurriedly "set out". But at first, we were in chaos: two people went in different directions and fell on their backs, which made all the onlookers laugh. I am even more worried when I see that others have taken several steps. In desperation, I used my quick wits to reorganize the team. I shouted to my companions, "one" you lift your ass and move, "two" I lift my ass and move, so with the sound of "one two one", I finally reached the end. Yes, wisdom and sweat, I didn't expect to get the second place.
Before we came to the second game area, we saw their triumphant faces, and we knew it was a very simple game. I didn't know until I walked in It turned out to be jumping into a sack. My jumping ability is not bragging, but can be compared with kangaroo. Indeed, I was the first to jump the finish line, but I didn't expect to read English words after jumping. These English words are written on table tennis and put in a bucket for you to draw. I drew it casually and immediately became dumbfounded. I didn't even see the words I hadn't seen before. Looking at this word, I was so anxious that I sweated: "What bad luck, I just picked a word that I haven't learned." These teachers really forced me to write such difficult words for a sophomore. " As a last resort, I tried to spell it in pinyin, but I didn't expect it to be true. I got a high score. I'm so happy.
In the next game, we fought wits and had a good time. Finally, I exchanged the points I got from the game for many gifts: food, toys and school supplies. ...
Hard work and rich harvest, that "June 1" is the most meaningful Children's Day I have ever had. It will be treasured in my heart forever, and it will draw a beautiful stroke for my childhood.
At that moment, I was really sad.
At night, I look up at the gray sky, the Polaris is shining yellow, and the jasmine tea is emitting a faint fragrance, urging my pen to trace on the manuscript paper and quietly telling my thoughts. When I think of that, tears seem to slide down my cheeks relentlessly, drop by drop. ...
That day, I hurried to school, and sweat dripped from my forehead and landed on the table and the ground. It is really hot!
I picked up my favorite extracurricular books and read them slowly. Just then, my deskmate said that she had something to tell me after class. After class, we came to the corridor. She solemnly said to me, "the mid-term exam results are out!" " "I heard that, my heart was pounding, and tension and fear followed, both excited and afraid. Can't wait to know the results, she went on to say, "Only eight students in our class got 90 in math, and I got 8 1. 5, you got 74 points. " I looked blank and asked in surprise, "Is this true? You are lying to me! "She said seriously: It's true, I didn't lie to you. Besides, why should I lie to you!" With that, she left angrily.
I froze there, and suddenly I had a feeling I had never had before, thinking: this is not true! This must not be true! She's lying to me! She's lying to me! I can't be fooled by her! I am a girl with good grades, so it is impossible to get such a low score! She's lying to me! ! ! "
After school, I walked alone on the empty runway, and there seemed to be a voice in my ear: "You got 74! You got 74 points. ! "These words haunt my ears like demons, haunt my thoughts and control me. It was so dark and quiet that I could hear my breathing. The bright sky was dark, but after a while, scattered raindrops fell on me, and everyone around me was sheltering from the rain, and the playground was suddenly empty. It's raining harder and harder, as if God gave me a gift and a heavy rain, which made me cry and roar without restraint. People around me point at me and look at me differently. My face suddenly rose, and my heart was stuck in it like a knife, unable to extricate myself and bleeding profusely. I ran around the runway, crying and blooming myself in the rain.
Looking back, it's hard to look back. This is the first time I failed in math, but I firmly believe it will be the last time. The feeling of failure for the first time is painful and sad. Failure is like a stone on the road. You accidentally fell down, but you didn't have time to cry. You can only pat the dust on your body and get up and move on. As long as you persevere, you will succeed in the end. This time, I understand the strong truth: even if I fall n times, I have to stand up n+ 1 time.
The true meaning of gratitude
I don't know why, I like to say "thank you", and others lend me something, "thank you". Help me, "thank you." Praise me, "thank you." Care about me, "thank you". These thanks seem ordinary. You may think I'm nothing, so say thank you. It is natural to say thank you for doing these things. Yes, it is. But when I do these things for others, why has no one ever said "thank you" to me? Therefore, listening to others say "thank you" has become a small and secret hope for me.
The teacher said that children in our area don't know modesty. Modesty, a civilization, almost disappeared in the last generation. Is it true?/You don't say. It's a pity, because I have never experienced the feeling of happiness when others thank me.
Many times, when I help others, they always smile, but they say nothing, which means they don't thank them. I'm not asking you to say thank you to me. Much as I want to hear it, it doesn't matter if you don't want to hear it.
Not long ago, a classmate had a birthday, and I gave her a gift. I was so excited when she opened the gift (what are you excited about other people's gifts-), but I didn't expect that she just turned around and smiled at me, and then put the gift on the bed. ...
No, she didn't say thank you. Suddenly, she was disappointed. But her smile was beautiful, and she told me that she liked this gift very much, and I was suddenly enlightened.
I remember the first time I heard thank you on the Internet. On a novel post, I praised her for her good writing, and she warmly replied with a thank you. That time, my mind was greatly shaken.
After that, I talked with her for a long time, and her words changed my view of "thank you"
Everyone smiles at me, which means thank you. It's just the language of spiritual communication, I don't understand. Suddenly I don't want to hear "thank you" so much, because every smile is deeply reflected in my heart.
A letter to Uncle Liu Xiang.
A letter to Uncle Liu Xiang.
Dear Uncle Liu Xiang, hello:
I am an unusual junior high school student in Liuhe District, Nanjing. My name is Sakura Rain and Snow (pen name). Yesterday at 17: 10 Beijing time, you started the first competition of the London Olympic Games. Before the game, I thought your foot injury should be cured after four years, but I didn't expect it to affect your performance during the game. So that your right foot fell to the ground in pain when you crossed the first hurdle.
Looking back at the Athens Olympic Games on August 28th eight years ago, you tied the world record and won the gold medal with a good score of12.91. Four years ago, you quit the 1 10 meter run because of injury. Later, I went to America for an operation. In yesterday's game, you quit the game again because of injury.
You laughed easily before the game yesterday. With a bang, you ran out quickly and soon overtook the other players. But when you crossed the first hurdle, you tripped over the hurdle, and the audience made a voice of regret. After other players finish the game, you stand up slowly. But I see your right foot is afraid to land. After you jumped into the athletes' entrance, I don't know why you jumped back into the stadium and jumped to the finish line step by step. Oh! I see, you want to end this game! Suddenly I saw the audience in front of the TV stand up and give you warm applause. I found a detail when you jumped on the track with one foot, that is, when you jumped to the last hurdle, you suddenly stopped against the hurdle in your path. Why is this? Are you tired or do you want to leave a souvenir?
Uncle Liu Xiang, I did an experiment after watching your game. I jumped one hundred and ten meters on one foot, and I was so tired that I sweated, but you jumped one hundred and ten meters with an injury! Uncle Liu Xiang, no matter what, you will always be the champion in my heart!
Finally, I wish you good health and all the best!
I hereby pay tribute.
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Be the master of your own destiny
Be the master of your own destiny
Xing Yu
I recently read a book called "Touching China-Learning from Hundreds of People and Planning a Wonderful Life". This book tells us the stories of 100 heroes and 100 characters who moved China. It inspired me deeply.
This book is written from four aspects: knowing myself, being like a beacon, choosing wonderful things and trying to help me succeed. These stories are very touching, among which Zhang Haidi's story touched me the most.
Zhang Haidi-hero model in wheelchair. She had the misfortune to suffer from spinal hemangioma since she was a child. In the past few years, Xiao Haidi has undergone three major operations. Although she survived, paraplegia left her in a wheelchair. Zhang Haidi also taught himself acupuncture. During her stay in Shenxian County, she treated people for more than 10,000 times for free and was praised by the masses as "the new Lei Feng in the 1980s".
While serving the people enthusiastically, Zhang Haidi is also struggling tenaciously. She once dug up carrion with blood on her body and even thought about suicide, but she was indomitable and had a spirit of fighting against fate. She began to study hard and finished many famous books. With her strong will to fight against fate, she showed people her infinite love and yearning for life!
While she was working hard, she suffered from basal cell carcinoma of the nose and had to undergo the sixth operation in her life. Before the wound healed, she began her writing career again, visiting disabled children and widowed elderly people in factories, rural areas, military camps and schools, and dispelling countless desolations for the elderly with her warmth. With their own laughter, singing, since
My indomitable spirit of fighting against fate has inspired countless teenagers to make progress!
So I thought of myself. Isn't it the lack of Zhang Haidi's spirit of not bowing to fate and fighting against it?
I remember one night, I had a high fever, which reached 40℃. It was raining heavily that day, and the weather was very bad. The fever never went down. The next day, the school held a class talent show, in which I played the leading role. At home, I have been worried about this. At this moment, it seems that there are two elves arguing in my mind: the angels in white elf said, "This is related to the reputation of the class. You can't ruin the class just because of you! You should go. " "What's the matter?" asked the black demon. Is health important or reputation important? Moreover, the teacher can choose another person. Why do you have to go? " "..." "..." "Stop it!" Finally, I chose the devil elf, did not participate in the competition, and the teacher did not re-elect and abstained.
Well, not all because of me. I wish I had gone. Zhang Haidi is so ill that he can't give up. I am a sound person. Why not stick to this ailment? Why can't I be the master of my own destiny?
In the future, I will learn from Zhang Haidi, not bow to fate, and be the master of my own destiny.
People can't live without dreams, pursuits and goals. Only by being the master of your own destiny can you live for your dreams, fight for your career and fight for success! Only the strong are the masters of their own destiny.
Life is wonderful because of "love"
"Love" is a necessity of life. With "love", life will be wonderful. On the edge of the street, there are often caring volunteers to help the elderly who are faltering; In the campus full of infinite vitality, there are often red scarves that understand etiquette; On the bus full of "love", there are often figures who respect the old and love the young. . . . . .
"Love" is everywhere, so let me tell the story of "love"!
Great parental love
When I was young, I always had a "sick" figure. Stomach trouble was my parents' biggest concern when I was a child. The memory of kindergarten is unforgettable in my life. It is normal for kindergarten teachers to call my parents three or four times a day. At that time, my parents, whose careers were in full swing, never complained. Whenever I have a stomachache, they take care of me very kindly. Later, I didn't get the "kindergarten diploma" because I took too many leave. I don't feel sorry for this, because during that time, I had a lot more love from my parents than others.
Now, I am regarded as an excellent student by others, and people often envy my parents for it, but what others never expected was the "burden" my parents bore because I was born a girl. In my parents' generation, boys are more popular than girls. Although my parents don't think so, my parents and elders never say "no" to me. For example, "What's the use of raising a daughter? Can't work and study like boys. " . . . . . Because of this, my mother became a strong woman and told me this since she was a child. When I grow up listening to these people, I won't be angry, complain or get angry. On the contrary, this is my motivation, because I want to show my strength to my elders and make them think that their original views are wrong!
"Love" has benefited me a lot, and life is wonderful because of "love"!
Life is wonderful because of "love"
"Love" is a necessity of life. With "love", life will be wonderful. On the edge of the street, there are often caring volunteers to help the elderly who are faltering; In the campus full of infinite vitality, there are often red scarves that understand etiquette; On the bus full of "love", there are often figures who respect the old and love the young. . . . . .
"Love" is everywhere, so let me tell the story of "love"!
Great parental love
When I was young, I always had a "sick" figure. Stomach trouble was my parents' biggest concern when I was a child. The memory of kindergarten is unforgettable in my life. It is normal for kindergarten teachers to call my parents three or four times a day. At that time, my parents, whose careers were in full swing, never complained. Whenever I have a stomachache, they take care of me very kindly. Later, I didn't get the "kindergarten diploma" because I took too many leave. I don't feel sorry for this, because during that time, I had a lot more love from my parents than others.
Now, I am regarded as an excellent student by others, and people often envy my parents for it, but what others never expected was the "burden" my parents bore because I was born a girl. In my parents' generation, boys are more popular than girls. Although my parents don't think so, my parents and elders never say "no" to me. For example, "What's the use of raising a daughter? Can't work and study like boys. " . . . . . Because of this, my mother became a strong woman and told me this since she was a child. When I grow up listening to these people, I won't be angry, complain or get angry. On the contrary, this is my motivation, because I want to show my strength to my elders and make them think that their original views are wrong!
"Love" has benefited me a lot, and life is wonderful because of "love"!
Listen to the sound of rain in the rain
Listen to the rain.
I like rain, especially listening to the sound of rain.
On rainy days, listen to the pattering of spring rain, the hearty summer rain, the lingering autumn rain and the deep winter rain.
Spring rain is gentle. Listen to the poet Du Fu. "Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Walking by the river before dawn, listening to the sound of spring rain falling in the water, rippled. Sitting on the bed at night, close your eyes and listen quietly to the pattering of spring rain on the window. In my mind, the river winds around the leaves in spring, and the moonlight shines on the flower trees, like a layer of snow, and a meaningful song "Moonlight on a Spring River" rings in my ear.
Yu Xia is free. Listening to Su Shi's "Dongpo layman", "Dark clouds can't cover the mountain, but white rain can't cover the boat", Yu Xia is like a naughty child, scrambling to jump off the roof and eaves while you are not paying attention. At night, stand by the window and listen carefully to the unrestrained summer rain. Enjoy its passion, persistence and roughness.
Autumn rain is sad, listening to the text of "buttonwood, it rains in the middle of the night, and it is bitter to leave." A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. In the silent night, listening to the sound of autumn rain, I feel sad and sad. I feel a little blue in my heart. I think of my past friends and my past grievances. I think of ... Listen to the desolation, cold and lingering of autumn rain.
Winter rain is melancholy. Listen to Jie Jiang's "How many years of life, how to keep a winter, how to stop the east wind, how many azaleas are there in the rain." Listening to the moderate winter rain, the most important thing is to slow down, as if hearing the slight breath of spring rain.
Listening to the rain in the rain is wonderful.
Talk to angels and demons
At the waist of the mountain, there is an inconspicuous but dazzling flower. It is more than one meter high, but it lives in a steep stone one meter shorter than the mountainside above, surrounded by shrubs, which is not easy to detect.
When the white petals are flush with the mountainside, we accidentally found them when we were playing. The petals of this flower are between pure white and translucent, as light as tissue paper and smooth to the touch. The petals are staggered, but there is a layer of floating ash on the hand. Oh, it hasn't rained for a long time.
In fact, it is a kind of poppy.
Poppy itself is the originator of most modern drugs. Opium, morphine, heroin and so on are all processed through this gorgeous flower. And its long-term workers are people themselves. Is a greedy heart, is the desire for money. But it is a rare medicinal material, which has played a role in the field of anesthesia and disinfection. Angel and devil, I'm talking to a "two-faced man".
I don't know why it wandered around here for a long time. A few days later, it sent out tiny buds, rubbed its sleepy eyes and found itself in endless darkness and cruel reality, with only a few bright spots shining for it, which was also a hint of its life. Although it was born in a place of regret, this regret has become a kind of motivation and a persistent belief. Because the environment created it, let it grow in adversity. Facing the endless obstruction of tall shrubs, it faces difficulties and struggles in the messy branches! After the shadow of the "high wall" of facts, it can only grow, grow, catch up and surpass! Race against time and succeed! In front of the 90 cm shrub fence, you can only survive with perseverance and tenacity that ordinary people can't imagine, and then climb out of the high wall to meet the peak!
When its little head leaned out of the outside world, it was extremely depressed. The sky is dark, there is no peace, only silence. Looking up at the sky, only the star is bright, and at this time, only one star is guiding the way and pointing to the light!
When it is baptized by the radiant light and bathed in the sun, it has already grown petals, which is already a variety of customs and graceful.
It knows how to give, but it doesn't know how to take. It knows that it should return to nature, but reality never allows it, so five minutes after we found it, it was shoveled away because of the law. I don't know whether we should be glad or depressed, whether we are glad that a person or a family has escaped suffering, or whether we are depressed because we can no longer see the flowers in front of us and smell the fragrant fragrance. ...
At the moment when its fruit was cut, the innocent flower was defiled, because when someone tried to take a shortcut, it hurt others and it, and also hurt themselves. In the end, the loss outweighs the gain, so many families lose everything, their wives and children are separated, and eventually they are in debt, and each flower is not a "devil", but has different uses, sometimes just ".
Flowers are beautiful, they are not malicious, only those with dirty hearts exist.