Smile
A smile is a spring breeze that makes everyone’s heart flutter. A smile is a piece of sunshine that touches everyone physically and mentally. Everyone wants to have a smile, but not everyone may get it. And I have a smile, so I feel that I am the happiest person in the world, the happiest person.
I have a harmonious and happy home. My father is a farmer who deserves my pride and respect, but he will not waste his life doing nothing because of his ordinary status. Instead, he worked diligently in the fields. The four seasons are reincarnated, spring and autumn are fruitful, and this is still the case. He devotes himself to everything, so he is noble, competent and selfless.
At home, my father loves to tell jokes and make my children happy. He always makes me have an innocent and romantic smile. The reason why I say I have the happiest smile in the world is because of my father’s side. like. Also out of my mother's love. My mother is also a competent farmer. She likes her profession. Likewise, I have never looked down on myself. She always has confidence in herself and does everything perfectly. My mother does not use sweet words and jokes to make me smile like my father does, but uses a special love to make me happy. Everyone knows that maternal love is the most selfless, so it is said that mothers use love to warm themselves, care for themselves, and take care of themselves, so they are so happy. Only then can I have such a sweet smile. My mother regards my life as more important than hers. Every day, the meal was ready for me to go home to eat. After eating, I was repeatedly asked to do my homework seriously. When the clothes were dirty and I didn’t have time to wash them, I quickly washed them, folded them, and put them in the closet. My mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she kept an eye on me and put on more clothes. Day after day, year after year, Years have filled me with joy. So I always have a sweet smile on my lips. The people around me also often bring a smile to my face. For example, classmates, friends, teachers, uncles, aunts... all bring me endless laughter. Every day at school, my classmates make some jokes in their spare time to make me happy; in class, the teacher sees me listless and A trance-like look. The teacher will tell some jokes to guide us to listen attentively and improve our learning efficiency, and the students will laugh happily. Although this is just a common thing. But I can also find happiness in it; so everyone's smile is endless. We have to discover and search for ourselves.
With a smile, I am a cheerful little bird in the sky. I have a sky where I can fly. I have the warmth brought by my mother’s feathers. I have the courage to dive high into the sky. I have pride. With the eyes of the earth, I have dreams of future happiness. A smile is a treasure. With this smile, my life becomes more beautiful.
A sweet smile is endlessly charming. Everyone, go and find it! Step out of the lonely world and move towards the happy world. Don't be a frog in the well, but become a happy bird in the sky singing and flying freely.
Life is endless, pursuit is endless
Life is like the wind.
What a timeless metaphor. You may lament that it comes and goes in a hurry, leaving no trace. But I travel across mountains and rivers, panning for gold and sand in history, looking for its true meaning:
In the sunny spring, I pursue the scorching peach blossoms;
In the scorching summer, , I pursue the lotus with infinite green leaves touching the sky and unique red in the sun;
In the fruitful autumn, I pursue the golden chrysanthemum that is still proud of the frost branches;
Cold In the windy winter, I look for the snowy plum trees that stand proud of the frost and snow and still have a faint fragrance.
Perhaps, life is a pursuit, and the footsteps of growth are soaked in the sweat of pursuit.
When I was a child, my parents worked in the fields, and my grandma and I would go to the fields together. I always hoped that when night fell, my whole family and I would sit in the courtyard together and "lightly fan and flutter the fireflies" together. , "sit and watch the Cowherd and the Vega" together.
Gradually entering the school, I was no longer limited to natural satisfaction, but quietly entered the mind of a scholar.
I pursue Du Fu's ambition of "being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains at a glance"; I long for the free and easy leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and seeing the southern mountains at leisure"; I am looking for "the water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me" sincere friendship.
Now that June is coming, the pace of pursuit is becoming more and more urgent, and the desire to pursue is even stronger. I have been frustrated before, but I have never given up my efforts. Now I am sitting on this long-lost "battlefield", my thoughts are racing, my heart is flying, and the door of high school seems to be open.
Growth and pursuit are two fruits on the same tree. No one can be separated from the other. If they are separated, both sides will suffer.
We pursue a lilac, recalling the cardamom years; we pursue a clear spring, moistening the green sky; we pursue the spring scenery in the garden, and then pick out the branch of red apricot, put it in our hearts, and feel Life.
Growth is an hourglass, divided into priorities, pursuit and growth are equally divided.
On the stone monument of growth we engrave:
Remember the pursuit!
When I face the problem of care
I will use physical formulas to calculate the voltage and current values, but I will not install a simple light bulb because my father told me that it is dangerous; I can skillfully write the chemical formulas and functions of phosphorus and potassium fertilizers, but I can’t grow a cactus because my mother told me that’s not what I should do. I want to go mountain climbing with my classmates, but my parents are faced with a formidable enemy: “What if I get on the wrong bus?” What should I do? What should I do if I meet a bad person? What should I do if I get hurt?"
Faced with all this, I can only say that my parents love me very much, love me very much...
At the entrance of every primary school in China, you can see such a grand scene: parents stand silently on both sides of the school gate, and the children run out of the door jumping. Almost instantly, the schoolbags on the children's backs are transferred to the hands of the parents. The gray-haired grandparents stuffed the chocolates and candied haws that had been prepared into the hands of their babies, and followed the children like servants.
This is extremely happy and intoxicating for the childish heart that has not yet reached the other side of youth. It is like a beautiful umbrella and a comfortable rocking chair.
However, when we embark on the road of youth, this care will linger like a rain cloud above our heads. This comfortable rocking chair cannot move even one step no matter how hard it is rocked!
When a series of words like vulnerability, puppy love, and running away from home are placed in front of you, you will open your confused eyes and say: " Mom, what should I do?"
Of course your parents will do their best to help you, but you will have to go out into society one day, and at this time you still say: "Mom, what should I do?" You will be eliminated by the new century.
I want to step out of care, I don’t want to grow up in the shadow of care. In wind and rain, a person's will will be baptized and tested, which can make me stronger and brave to face setbacks and tests.
I want to step out of the care, rush forward when encountering wind and rain, fall down, and get up. I believe that my future is infinitely bright, and the world will be more exciting tomorrow!
The joy of family love
On Sunday, I suddenly had a whim and wanted to help my mother wash her feet. My mother looked at me with a strange look and said that it was a waste of time to wash her feet before she was about to take the high school entrance examination. However, she agreed after my repeated requests.
I moved the chair to the center of the yard, filled a basin of water and placed it in front of the chair. The moon was just reflected in the water.
Mother sat down in the chair. I carefully took off my mother's socks, and then I touched the rough and hard soles of my mother's feet. My heart trembled. It must have been left behind by my mother when she carried me on the street when I was a child. It has not faded away after so many years.
The mother obediently put her feet into the water. Her movements were so light that several ripples appeared on the water.
I lowered my head, and the moon in the water was broken by my mother's feet, like a golden elf dancing on the water.
I washed my mother's feet carefully. My mother was a little fat and had thick feet. Just like my mother, she was kind and not cunning.
"You were very naughty when you were little. Your feet were always dirty when you came home at night. I would sit in the yard and wash your feet every night." Mother suddenly spoke.
I raised my head. My mother seemed to be immersed in memories, and my memory also returned to the past.
I sat on a small bamboo chair and shook it restlessly. My mother washed my feet and told me stories: Chang'e in Guanghan Palace, cutting down trees. Wu Gang, Hou Yi who shot the sun... I always raise my head and look at the moon. The quiet moonlight shines on my little face, on my mother's short black hair, and on the basin of water...
"Why are you in a daze?" In front of me is the mother who has been eroded by time. I quickly lowered my head and continued washing her feet. Suddenly, I felt that the moonlight from my childhood seemed to be shining on my mother and me again, on my mother's face, and on my mother's feet. What a beautiful artistic conception this is! I laughed, and so did my mother.
I feel very happy. This joy of family affection has been forgotten by me for a long time, but I picked it up accidentally. However, it has not changed, but has become stronger as time goes by.
Yeah! This joy of family affection.
"Whenever the emotion is great, the writing is always unfulfilling." Looking at the full text, there are three highlights: First, the description of the scenery is light, but it is very effective. The description of the moon in the article not only points out the time when the event occurred, but also highlights the quiet and happy atmosphere. Together with the characters' activities, it builds a beautiful artistic conception and expresses the theme. Second, the details are described in a natural, realistic, vivid and expressive way. "The mother obediently put her feet into the water. Her movements were so light that there were several ripples in the water." "The moon in the water was touched by the mother's feet
I want to sing a song
The hall was brightly lit, relatives and friends gathered together, and there was endless laughter. There was a big cake on the table with 50 candles, but it would not be blown out because today's protagonist--my Dad has gone out...? Not because he is unhappy, nor because he is not feeling well, but because Dad is a policeman?
Although Dad is not at the celebration, I still picked up the phone! I turned on the microphone and sang karaoke, because I knew that no matter where my father was, he could hear my blessing: Dad, I wish you peace! ?
As the lyrics on the screen moved slowly, I sang. Although I sang a little out of tune, I sang with my heart - at this time, I remembered some of my father's past events, and unknowingly, a wave of warmth came to my heart...?
Ever since I was sensible, my father has been a busy man. He was never at home more than three days a week. I remember one time, during a parent-teacher meeting at school, his annoying cell phone rang after the teacher had only spoken for ten minutes. The things were self-explanatory, so I had to write down what the teacher said, which made me so busy that even I couldn’t see clearly what I had written down. ?
Another time, it was the night of the Spring Festival. . The whole family sat happily in front of the TV, waiting for Dad to come back and start eating.
But I waited and waited, and I was anxious and sad that I was still beating Dad. But the phone call came from the other side: "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."?
It was already midnight, and grandma said angrily: "Let this bastard go!" Let's eat and ignore him! "Alas! This is the real New Year's Eve dinner!?
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, while I was half asleep, I heard a knock on the door. I rushed out nervously and opened the door. The scene in front of me made me
Stunned: Dad’s leg was in a cast and his head was wrapped in gauze. Dad said, “The phone seems to be broken, so I didn’t receive your call. "It turns out that dad was injured while performing official duties. Hey, dad, what should I say to you!?
Although dad cares little for me, I have never resented him, because In my heart, my father is a dignified people's policeman. My father often teaches me: "You must be upright, especially boys. You must be upright!" "?
Dad, I have never forgotten your teachings for a moment. But, Dad, do you know my heart? I am really afraid that you will be injured and injured, and I only hope that you can go to work happily. , go home safely; be able to go home often and take care of me when you go home...? Thinking of this, I choked up into the microphone and shed tears.
Although I can no longer sing "I wish you peace", my heart is still praying and blessing: I wish you peace!
Recovering a Transparent Heart
When I was two years old, my legs were disabled by polio after a high fever. From then on, my parents’ sighs replaced the laughter of the past, and I lost my colorful childhood.
My disability determines my pain. Other girls receive favor and praise, but I can only receive pity and discrimination. When I entered middle school, my pain increased day by day. When I was in the second grade of junior high school, I even felt that my existence itself was a disgrace to the world. The longer I lived in this world, the more miserable I would be.
During these extremely painful days, my head teacher Li Yan, who had always cared for me, was suddenly hospitalized due to illness. That day, I came to Teacher Li’s ward. She was lying calmly on the hospital bed with a pale face. When she saw me coming, she showed a kind smile and motioned for me to sit beside her bed. She took out a delicate and strong paper package from the pillow. , patted my head lovingly and said, read this book when you have time, it might be of great benefit to you!
When I got home, when I opened the "Autobiography of Helen Keller" that my teacher gave me, the letter that gave me the courage to survive slipped out. It was written by Teacher Li himself. ’s:
“Wenwen: Hello! I feel that you have been in extreme depression recently, and you must be worried about your disabled leg. But you don’t know, but now you are I am the one the teacher envies! I have bone cancer and it is already in the advanced stage. I will never stand up again, let alone return to my beloved podium-------if I can be like you, have How wonderful it would be to have youth and strong vitality and a long-term future! Yesterday morning, I saw the birds chirping happily in the bright sunshine. Whether as a person or as a bird, I can be happy in the sunshine. Sing the songs you like, do the things you like, and have a transparent heart. How happy you are. I hope you cherish life and the feeling of life------"
Reading this The words are surging with the heat of life. I look at the crimson window with tears in my eyes. The sunset is burning so beautifully! It is true that not every life can emit bright brilliance like a flame and burn brilliantly, but we who live in the sunshine of care cannot let our hearts be shadowed or lose the self-confidence that life should have.
I will always miss my beloved Teacher Li, and the advice this kind teacher gave me when his life was about to die will always be engraved in my heart: Under the sun, there is a transparent heart
After wiping away the tears (a candidate from Henan)
I sat alone in front of the window, staring into the distance. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying; tears were still flowing. I didn't wipe it, and let the tears flow to my mouth, astringent. I let my tears wet the test paper that had just been issued with pitiful scores.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting in front of the window. I only know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I had no time to take care of this and was still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read out the fractions, my heart beat loudly. The more I feared, the more unavoidable it was. I didn't dare to look into the teacher's bloodshot eyes, didn't dare to look at the pitiful score, and couldn't believe that this was the result of my hard work for many days, but I had to believe that that pitiful score was on my side. In front of me, I failed.
The moonlight was pale, like running water, flowing quietly on the table, making my face turn pale. I thought of my parents, who may still be working hard at this time; I thought of my parents who got up early and worked late at night, so thin and small; I thought of my parents' faces that were tanned by the sun, and the ruthless years carved stripes on their foreheads. wrinkles, and those chapped hands; she thought of her parents’ caring words and expectant legs before leaving every time; she thought of all the people who cared about her. Now...I feel ashamed of their concern.
Outside the window, the moon has risen very high; inside the window, it remains the same. The painful memories make me feel too tired. I raised my head, trying to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight figure broke into my eyes. I looked carefully and saw that it was the poplar tree outside the window. The poplar tree had survived the wind and snow attacks one after another. It was taller and straighter than before.
I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison, and General Wellington... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I shivered and my mind became much clearer: No, I must not retreat. , I want to take back the number one that once belonged to me. Failure can only mean yesterday, it can only mean the past. Everything in the past can only be reduced to zero. I have to start over, face failure with a new attitude, and meet the next challenge.
The tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my body. I turned on the light and the dormitory became much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, wiped away my tears, picked up the pen, and began to summarize seriously, looking for the reasons for the failure... I want this failure to be my motivation to move forward.
Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured out, and the stars came out at some point, blinking their naughty eyes, and a bright smile appeared on my face. ]
I am a wild jujube tree
I am a seed, a very inconspicuous seed of a wild jujube tree. After I was purchased by the owner, I thought that I would live a carefree life in the future, bathed in the sun and rain, and grow up healthily under the careful care of the owner... But I didn't expect that I would become the unfortunate one. Inadvertently, the car tripped over a rock and bumped, and I was thrown out.
It was a very inconspicuous place - a crack in the rocks, desolate and hard. I don't expect that one day my master will suddenly remember that I am missing, so I began to have a belief: "Live!" I want to live, this is my only hope. At this time, I felt that I could suck some sweet water under my body. I thanked God for giving me a glimmer of hope, so I continued to suck it every day, and my body expanded day by day.
One morning, I suddenly felt the warmth of the wind, "Ah, I have grown little buds..." At this time, my heart was surging, I finally survived, and a new life will definitely attract attention. Bar! I think. "Hey, sister, come and see, there's a little bud popping out from the cracks in the rocks!" a little girl shouted. "That's a weed!" My sister smiled absentmindedly. Oh my God, I wanted to shout: "Why? Why doesn't anyone think highly of me?" So, I firmly believed: "Live, and live a wonderful life!" ”
I started a new struggle.
When new challenges come, raindrops hit me and floods submerge me. I struggle, swaying and tenacious. The scorching sun scorched me, and the clouds and mist surrounded me. I endured it, peacefully and stubbornly. When strong winds come, I cling to the earth; when wild beasts trample on me, I grow again from living roots, and my body becomes stronger day by day.
A few years later, I actually grew into a tree. Although it is less than a foot tall and has sparse leaves and branches, it is also rich in fruits. There is the fragrance of vegetation in the air, the caress of sunlight among the branches and leaves, and birds jumping around on the branches. Life finally has its own world. At this time, two women came over, "Hey, sister, isn't that the weed you were talking about? Why..." My sister's face suddenly turned red: "This, this... actually grew into a tree?" "Sister , look at the dew on the leaves, so crystal clear!"
My sister looked into the distance, frowning and said with shame, "I think those are its tears."
No! Tears are the ornaments of the pessimistic, and they are the medals awarded by God to the persistent.
I must not let down the gift from God. I must stick to a belief and let myself grow into the tallest jujube tree with the most fruits...
As long as the belief is not broken
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On that rainy morning, he was extremely frustrated because he had been running around looking for jobs for several months after graduating from college but could not find a satisfactory employer. He walked alone along the country road.
Unknowingly, he was standing in front of an earthen kiln quite far away from the village. He raised his head and was startled by the behavior of the old man who had only recently begun to learn how to make earthen pots. . The old man strode to the kiln without even frowning. He picked up an iron rod and smashed all the large and small earthen jars of different shapes that had just come out of the kiln. .
He walked up to him in confusion and asked the old man why he broke them all.
The old man said calmly: "I didn't control the heat well, and there is something wrong with it."
He said regretfully: "But you have spent a lot of effort!"
The old man took a long breath and said: "But I believe the next furnace will burn better." The old man's firm tone revealed a high degree of confidence.
The old man sat in the falling rain again and started from scratch again, carefully making the clay bricks bit by bit. The calmness and ease of resolutely breaking everything and starting over, with certainty of success, deeply moved him - yes, it doesn't matter even if all the earthen jars are broken, as long as the persistent belief in his heart is not broken, the old man will not I’m worried that I can’t make a more satisfying crock pot.
Silently, he bowed deeply to the old man, turned around and ran home, picked up his simple luggage and resolutely joined the team going south to work. After anxious waiting and disappointment, he finally found a very difficult job - working as a laborer at a construction site.
A few years later, he owned a large company.
In life, you will always encounter failure. However, at this time, who can grit his teeth and tell himself: I still have the most precious thing - the belief that is not willing to bend, and if you hold it tightly, you will definitely add courage in the difficulties, and you will be able to overcome difficulties. If you have fearless strength, you will feel that your feet are still on the ground, your blood is still warm, and the road is not completely cut off. If you keep fighting and fighting hard, you can achieve career success.