I am a person who is not perfect enough, not top in study, not outstanding in talent, and far from enough to give. It feels like I've had a gap with other kids since I was a kid. In comparison, I seem to be an ugly duckling, not as smart as others, and not as hard as others.
Yesterday's me
At first, I was an introverted girl who hardly revealed my inner world to others. I would only bury my head in my books, and when I encountered what I didn't know and didn't understand, I didn't go to others to ask for advice. When I encountered a little frustration, I did not have the courage to defeat it, but gave up and escaped. These bad habits of my own, coupled with my inability to speak well, caused me to be very easy to be ignored when I was young. But I also have a childhood dream, is to be a host, but feel out of reach.
The transformation of my
Entering the third grade, another election host opportunity to make my dream is no longer far away. I had the courage to enroll, and doubled my training. I succeeded in being selected as a broadcaster. It was this small success that made me realize that my voice could be as beautiful as other broadcasters, that my smile was also very sweet, and that I was not inferior to others. As I came into contact with people again and again, I gradually enjoyed communicating with others. The most encouraging thing is that when I was in the fifth grade, I participated in the provincial recitation competition of more than two thousand people, although I didn't win, but I am not the ugly duckling of yesterday.
Today's me
Now I am a first-year student. I make friends and have excellent people skills. Through my own efforts I was again selected as the announcer of the junior high school. I've been working hard to increase my confidence, study hard, and ask questions when I don't know what I'm talking about, and I've just changed.
I have witnessed my own growth, and I believe that through my own efforts, I will be able to meet the world. I believe that through my own efforts, I will meet the most beautiful self!
Meet you, but also meet the most beautiful of themselves Part 2 state three essay ,728 words
There will be many encounters in a person's life, and a lot of these encounters for us to bring benefits, then please cherish those who bring us the harvest of encounters.
Missed Encounters
Do you remember when we first met? A sunny afternoon, the breeze caressing the face of the young girl with a slightly sad face, into the fourth year, her learning obviously feel the strain, the heart is always very aggrieved, and panic, the girl is me, recently once again frustrated by the results of the study of the I sat stagnantly in front of the computer, browsing aimlessly on the web. "Hello, I'm Jane, I can help you study!" The simple and refreshing introduction and the warm smile made me feel a shock in my heart when I was once depressed. That's how I got to know you - Simple Learning. However, due to the backwardness of parents' awareness and concept, they were afraid that I would be cheated. So, unfortunately, I missed you.
Happy reunion
I thought that I would never have any chance with you again, but I didn't expect that I would meet you again.
The first time I came to the online school, it was through the publicity of the people outside the school, when I got a listening card. The first time I came to the online school, it was through the publicity of the people outside the school, when I got a listening card. According to the instructions on the card, I activated my first set of courses, which were Mr. Aoide's junior high school math, and Mr. Li Hua's essay lecture. I thought it was pretty good, so I bookmarked the link to the online school. Then the local service teacher, Mr. Liu, gave me a three-day trial course, and I heard Mr. Li Hua's lectures again, with delicate, comprehensive, humorous banter, simple classes, and diverse knowledge. Suddenly I realized that language learning can be so easy and enjoyable.
In Mr. Liu's many enlightenment and my strong request, my parents finally agreed to let me study in the online school, so, between us, there is a story ......
Knowing and cherishing
When I encountered the problem, you are always able to easily answer my doubts; when I am confused and have no clue, you are always able to give me a correct answer
Now, I have been freed from confusion, I often travel in the simple network, taste the joy of learning, appreciate the mystery, my learning has a great progress, I found a new self, simple network, you are the incentive for me to move forward. I met you, but also let me meet the most beautiful self.
Not forgetting the beginning of the heart to meet the most beautiful self Part 3 State three essay ,761 words
Looking up, the tree's branches and leaves are luxuriant, jagged phi, vaguely visible huge and exaggerated wounds. But it is calm, quietly waiting for the arrival of countless sunsets. I stood under the tree, feeling a long time - do not forget the original heart, can meet the most beautiful self.
That trip I was in a bad mood, just immersed in the pain of failure. I do not know how the fate of this life, just took less than a quarter of the journey, it is not estimable. On the way to climb the mountain, how much aggression and sadness, are turned into silent tears, swept away in the bottom of my heart.
Finally climbed to the top of the mountain, the old tree I am very familiar with, but in this spring, it is difficult for me to see this shadow in my eyes with the past it, a kind of strange feelings floating in my heart -
That winter rainstorm, I also stood in the pavilion at the top of the mountain, secretly complaining about the chagrin of the weather. My eyes fell on the old tree, the rain storm, the wind was wild, thunder and lightning, the wind madly tearing the branches of the tree, the rain mercilessly beating the leaves of the tree. But it is unperturbed, a big Buddha in the rain. The rolling thunder called a silver snake, cutting the tree down. I was stunned by the horror of the scene, but also staggered backward a few steps, not to mention the rain poured, flying away from the top of the mountain, leaving only a ground of defeated leaves and branches.
And now when I see it again, the power of life is sprouting again in its body. Its shoots and leaves, wet with the morning dew, delicate and colorful, proclaiming the unyielding, tenacious and courageous life.
Countless long nights of waiting, it can not forget a green dream, can not forget a dream of sprouting again. Temporary hibernation does not mean failure, whether it is life, or life, waiting is inevitable. But just in this long night with no end in sight, we still have to remember our original intention. Everything hibernates only because there is a dream of spring, and people have to be thick and thin to achieve success. A night of persistent hard study, the still hot beating heart, all for a person's success in the accumulation of power.
Light as a dream, in the lonesome night, the most beautiful gesture of struggle, bearing in mind the original heart, will always be the indestructible starlight of your life, in the journey warmly shining, the achievement of a more beautiful self.
I moved forward, but the tree is still frank, proud, leisurely, and peaceful; it is like the world's oldest Zen master, told me the truth: do not forget the original heart, in order to meet the most beautiful self!
In the recitation to meet the most beautiful self Part 4 National Elementary School Fifth Grade Essay ,643 words
After nearly a month of ? After nearly a month of devilish? After nearly a month of devilish training, we have finally come to the moment of blossoming on the stage. Of course, today is definitely the day we reap the fruits.
Early in the morning, only 7:20 class has come to a large part of the students, these students are not the leader of the recitation, but they are still in the careful practice, for today's fifth grade group "class recitation" competition and preparation. Although our class Lou Mingde couldn't find his bow tie in the middle of the preparation, and he and the other enthusiastic students in the class were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but good things come in small packages, and we were able to find it successfully, which didn't affect the effect of the competition in our class. In the second class, the teacher asked the five of us who were leading the recitation to go to the third class to put on makeup. After makeup, I went to look in the mirror and found: Huh, really beautiful ...... even I myself can hardly recognize myself, painted too pinned. I was silently happy in my heart ......
Time is slowly passing, my heart is also with the time more and more nervous. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes ...... finally came to our class, I was afraid of my own on stage to make a slight mistake, to the class shame, smear. I was afraid that I would make a mistake on the stage and bring shame and dishonor to the class. So I secretly cheered myself up in my heart: "Chen Keyue, relax, you're the best!" When we arrived at the stage, before the music started, we all gathered our voices and held our breath, not daring to take a breath. Accompanied by the rhythm of the music, we used a loud and deep recitation to successfully complete the competition.
After stepping down, we were all ecstatic and happy, and felt good about ourselves. Because from the principal's face piled with smiles, from the judges' satisfied nods, we received the information of success. We returned to our seats in a happy mood, unlike the pre-competition look of preoccupation.
After watching the programs of all the classes, I felt that our class recited at the first level.
We met our most beautiful selves in the recitation!
We met our most beautiful selves in the recitation. Part 5 State 3 Essay ,1459 words
Everyone is an apple that has been bitten by God. Angels break their wings before falling to the mortal world. No one is perfect, most have more or less flaws. The more imperfections you have, the more you prove that you are fragrant enough to attract God. Please believe that you will eventually get belong to your favor and appreciation.
If your appearance is not beautiful enough, you can improve your inner cultivation and temperament, to make up for the innate deficiencies, after all, the appearance can not represent everything, including the heart, and not all people to the appearance of the measurement and judgment of a person's comprehensive quality of the only standard. If you don't think you have a high level of inner cultivation, then reading, traveling and socializing are not a bad choice.
In fact, our biggest enemy is ourselves. The biggest issue in life is simply to overcome ourselves. Often, we have to learn to get out of the woods on our own. I have because of some of their own defects and sadness and sadness, the whole day depressed, and even had to vent their emotions by hurting themselves. Perhaps many people have had similar experiences, the reason why we will be so sensitive and vulnerable, a large part of the reason is due to our deep sense of inferiority. This low self-esteem is everywhere, affecting our learning and life all the time, throughout our conscious or unconscious actions. It may appear out of nowhere at an unintended moment and deal a series of blows to our body or mind. These blows can sometimes be avoided, so we might as well do the best we can in the moment and slowly accept our imperfect selves. When you gradually adapt to the status quo and continue to explore your own strengths, joy and happiness are also a little closer to you.
Of course, you can not unprincipled amplify all their own advantages, let it spread and expand, and ultimately let us fall into the "comfort zone", addicted to the blind confidence in the bum can not be extricated, the formation of a vicious circle back. I know this very well, once you give up the positive pursuit of life, it is difficult to have the courage to face and challenge a new way of life. For such people, comfort and enjoyment are their labels and become the basic direction of their future life path.
Although the world is real and cruel, it is not so desperate that there is no way out. The right choice of path is very important, and it can change a person's life. But what will happen to the mistakes that cannot be undone? We just need to work hard in the future and try to live as we want to live, no shame in their own hearts, there is no need for the choice at the time and grudging, or miss will be around the beautiful scenery. All the good comes from their own efforts, we can change, only themselves; we can do, only the moment. Do not miss the past, do not fear the future, cherish the present, everything is the best arrangement.
Life is beautiful, there are ideals, the pursuit of life is also the icing on the cake. Since you don't want to spend your life in vain, you should strive for your dreams. In this process is full of thorns but the end of the flowers bloom on the road, you will continue to find their own value and meaning of life, life will also be sublimated. Every person who has a dream and is willing to pay for it will be treated gently by the world.
I have always considered myself a strong person. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. I still remember on the eve of the midterm, every time in the playground running desperately just for the end of the first scene. I still remember in order to get good grades and study hard, and finally be able to get what you want the joy. There are also many happy or sad moments, those days of struggle for the dream, I still remember vividly, become a precious treasure in the memory.
However, fate played a joke on me, I failed in the midterm exam, I did not want to go to the high school I wanted. I began to atrophy, degenerate and indulge themselves. Those who originally let me proud of the perseverance, not willing to lag behind the courage gradually wear out, so I wasted two years of high school time. Time passes, and now the college entrance examination is approaching. I suddenly realized that I can not be so depressed, I have to prove myself, but also for the side of the people I love. What's more, it's less than half a year away from the college entrance exams, so if I don't work hard now, when will I have to wait?
Now after my unremitting efforts, the results finally took off, no longer as pathetic as before. I also gradually regained the confidence of the past. I think, as long as you start to work hard, when it is not too late, I can not because of the past mistakes and give up their hopes for the future. In the long road of life, I will try to find the faint light in the fog, and one day I will see the other side of the flower blossom, meet the most beautiful self.
Meet the most beautiful self Part 6 National Elementary School 6th Grade Essay ,908 Words
Everyone will have a cowardly time, but you will only become stronger if you have been cowardly. --Title
I used to be a cowardly child, afraid of being criticized by teachers and scolded by parents. Somehow, I was especially good at crying, and as soon as I saw my teacher's black face, my tears were ready to fall.
The summer vacation, in order to cultivate specialties, my mother took me to the Lin Chi Court to learn soft pen, in order to prevent the ink dirty sleeve, I put on the sleeve in advance, shivering into the classroom.
"Students, I am Mr. Chen, the dean of the Lin Chi Court, the first lesson of your introduction, it will be taught by me." Teacher Chen stood solemnly and paused for a moment, intimidating people. I sat nervously, fearing that I would be scolded for making any mistakes. I heard one of the parents next to me whispering to her child, "Behave yourself, Mr. Chen is fierce." I was even more scared, I didn't even dare to utter a word, the air coalesced with a tense atmosphere.
"Good! Now I'll teach you to learn to hold the pen, everyone pay attention." Mr. Chen corrected our pen grip one by one, it's here, it's almost here! I take a deep breath and get ready.
"Why are you still cuffed?"
"I, my mom made me wear them."
"What kind of cuffs are you wearing to learn calligraphy? Don't learn if you're afraid of getting dirty, you can't learn soft brush if you're afraid of getting dirty! Hear me, take it off!"
I'm not trying to correct my grip on the pen. How, how, how did it turn into a lecture to me? The more I think about it, the more sad I am, even if I try to control the tears, but it is still indisputably down, down ......
Two years have passed, and I am still the same me, the one who learns the soft pen in the Linchi Pavilion, only, I am no longer that cowardly me, and I am sitting in the classroom, and I am going to meet a belonging to me! I am now sitting in the classroom, and I am about to embrace a moment of splendor that belongs to me!
"Students, in my hand is this 'Xiling - Art Enjoyment Cup' competition award certificate, this is a very difficult to win the competition, the number of participants to count the hundreds, but the award rate is extremely low, can stand out that is very strong, and now for the award! " One by one, the names of companions swept through the ears, wait a little longer, it's coming, right away! I consoled myself in my mind.
"Cheng Jingyao!" I stood up fiercely, and in the applause, I received the award. I cried, cried a lot, but not cowardly, it was excitement. I gazed at the award, remembering the hard work and sweat of my previous studies, and I clutched it tightly. I smiled, and smiled so brightly.
At this moment, I met the most beautiful self!
Meet the most beautiful self Part 7 National Primary Sixth Grade Essay ,1129 words
Only do not give up, because of the difficult after the storm there is always a rainbow.
I am afraid of failure.
My academic performance is often among the top, I always use the highest requirements to restrain themselves, do not allow themselves to have in any error, no matter what to do, I am always meticulous, therefore, I am always under pressure.
But that time, I experienced unprecedented pain.
The teacher recommended that I go to the bronze medal competition, eek, I heard that if you take the bronze medal, you can take the silver medal, the gold medal, the gold medal Junior is a very high honor, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good opportunity. In the home carefully prepared, every aspect of knowledge drilling through, I never let go of any information, every little bit of knowledge is like my good friend, as long as I study carefully, they obediently into my brain.
Finally, to the day of the bronze medal assessment.
With full self-confidence, I completed the day's journey, I think I must! Day after day, day after day, I patiently waited ...... for the results to come out, I actually fell in the name. In that moment, tears welled up in my eyes. After returning home, my mother asked me about the results, I really can not restrain myself, flung in my mother's arms and lost my voice in pain, my mother consoled me with kind words, I almost can not hear anything, I only heard a few words: "Try harder next time ah! The sunshine is always after the storm."
The next few days, I was immersed in a deep depression, sad at the same time, I was thinking about those words "sunshine is always after the storm." The waves in my head, quietly, I do not know what to do ......
Is it true that I'm just like that?
Alas! Why am I so afraid of failure? The next time, there will be a next time, so why do I let myself go so much?
My eyes are in a trance, my mind is swirling, there is always a voice in my head echoing "come on, there is a next time, remember:" sunshine is always after the storm ah!
I, indeed, I have to be strong, do not grieve for the failure, over the bumps, you will succeed!
From then on, I worked harder to prepare, such as a variety of activities to train their own eloquence, training their own practical ability, while collecting a variety of information, to learn more about the current political hotspots, to do a full preparation, the most important, or have self-confidence,
I looked at myself in the mirror, the face, is still that familiar face, only a few points of self-confidence, the black eyes. The light of the sun shines upward. That smile like the spring breeze, for the face to add a few points of color, quiet, quiet, the breeze brushed my face, hair swaying with the wind. I think, that mirror me, is my most beautiful self!
The second semester, I once again stood on the stage of the Bronze Award competition, under the stage of many many eyes looking at me, I did not get nervous again, because I know that I am no longer afraid of failure, experiencing countless failures, get more experience, failure, is the mother of success! I use the best language to show everyone my most beautiful side. A year ago, a year later, the same place, the same or me, today I am, with the former that ignorant I am very different, today I am here to bloom my most beautiful luster, today I witnessed my growth in this place, met the most beautiful self!
I was chosen.
The moment the teacher called my name, I was in tears, two lines of hot tears -
slowly fell ......
In the precipitation to meet the best of themselves Part 8 of the state two essay ,857 words
Meet, is a beautiful encounter; meet, is a gorgeous poem; meet the best self, so, lucky.
Meet the best self, in the precipitation, in the most beautiful square letters.
I can't remember how long, I was all the hopeful eyes, pressurized breathless; by the heavy schoolwork, dizziness. Yesterday, just after the midterm exams, I was distracted, sitting in front of the floating window, looking into the distance, suddenly realized that the woods behind the home has been golden. For some reason, there, it was that grove of trees, as if it kept calling me. I eagerly, leave a note to my mom, get on my bike and fly away, of course, will not forget to bring my beloved book.
I'm here, finally. I stepped gently and quietly on the avenue covered with fallen leaves. I walked slowly, afraid of disturbing the quiet peace of the woods. Here, quiet, quiet, only left my rustling footsteps, the sky occasionally came a bird song, only to cut through the quiet here. This forest, is a cold and a little lonely woods, large woods, empty, only I am alone, lonely and confused looking around, with me as a companion, only with me as gently and quietly blowing the wind. The wind leaves a little bit of wonderful sound between the trees, making this forest more mysterious.
I turned back to look for my bike, only to realize that I have gone far, far away, the distance, good "far away from the sky" feeling. Slowly walked back, the bike has been covered with yellow leaves "turned into spring mud more protective flowers", of course, also fell on my book. I leaned against a thick tree and sat down, brushed away, slowly brushed away the leaves on the book, opened the long-lost book, a strong smell of ink came to my nose. I greedily enjoyed it, sniffing, my whole being relaxing into this collection of essays. For the first time in a long time, I felt a feeling that I could not describe in words, those essays, one after another, like fingers jumping on the black and white piano keys, took me to fly to one after another distant and very similar worlds. I kept wandering in those square words, once again and again into those wonderful mood, that wonderful, in my heart, slowly melting, slowly precipitation.
A gust of wind blew my cotton skirt, I felt a cold, all of a sudden, startled. But my heart, not yet restored, still immersed in the paradise of the book, hazy, I looked at, a woman wearing a lotus root-colored dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking slowly, a falling leaf slipped from her shoulders, I saw, her face with a lilac-like temperament ......
At that moment, the world was quiet, I know that I was settling in the best squares, I was settling in to meet the best of myself.
"It's great to meet you!" I said quietly to myself.
Meet the best self Part 9 State 2 Essay ,1100 words
Early in the morning, the bright sunlight shone into my room, so I ran out of bed, pulled open the curtains, to meet this sunshine. Because I knew that I had said goodbye to another old day in my life and a new one was about to begin.
I looked in the mirror and carefully organized my clothes. Then I smiled at the mirror again, put on my backpack and said to myself: today, too, must be energetic! Come to school, the school is still the same, not the slightest change, but in my eyes, in the middle of a new day, everything is also new. I came to the classroom, sat down, took notes, listened to the class, after class, chatting with friends, day after day, living an ordinary and extraordinary school life.
Like other students, I looked forward to weekends and vacations, complained about homework and exams, and was excited to show off when I did well, and wished I could go back in time when I did not. Whenever I was exhausted, I always thought: the end will always come, so I secretly cheered myself up and kept on working. When facing difficulties, I would imagine myself as a warrior, leading the soldiers and horses, heroically killing the enemy until I hit the next archive point. I will not give in, because I firmly believe that I will be able to do it.
I know that I myself can not get rid of the control of fate, but I also know that I can control the fate. The great musician Beethoven once said, "I want to take fate by the throat, never bow to fate!" That's the quote that really speaks to me. I am the director of my life and my destiny is written in my script. Although I will encounter all kinds of misfortunes and disasters in my life, and I will certainly cry out, I will not be depressed. The past is history, so I'll just get up from wherever I've fallen! Even if I can't do anything great for the rest of my life, at least I want to be famous in my own history. Sometimes, I feel like life is like a dream, a year of time, fleeting, such as the passing of light, watery years in general, see also can not see, touch also can not touch.
I am also a girl who loves to fantasize and dream, and I also have a dream. I fantasize that I rule the universe, at the same time, also has every girl have the princess dream. At the same time, I have a dream, I also have a great ideal, I hope I can make a big thing, I can make their own name to be passed on to future generations. So, I am working hard and running on the road of life.
In the eyes of others, I may already be a very good girl, but I still always feel that I am not perfect, and I hope I can be perfect. But every time I try, I always fail to reach the ideal. I would get upset about it, like I was chasing the "invisible line", always hoping that one day I would surpass it. And then, to surpass others, to surpass myself, to become perfect.
I have a lot of worries in my mind, it's like another person living in my heart, suppressing me, making me feel difficult to breathe. Whenever this happens, I want to run up to the top of the mountain alone, shouting, "Trouble and what not go to hell!" When I think of this, I feel very happy in my heart.
I will not be afraid of difficulties, and even more will not give in to fate. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I always go to pull open the curtains of my heart, let the sunshine into the heart, and then say to myself in the mirror, "Today, too, must be energetic! I'm going to take a step, take a big step, get rid of the control of fate, let my body become free, cross the "invisible realm line", and see that on the other side of the realm line, there is the best of myself, towards me, waving at me ......
Meet the best of yourself The best part of myself Part 10 State 2 Essay ,780 words
The sound outside the window gradually overshadowed the swish sound made by the tip of the pen gently touching the paper, my thoughts were gradually attracted by the pure and familiar sound outside the window, my head involuntarily deflected over, and what came into my eyes were the backs of those who were practicing volleyball. In a trance, time began to rotate, leading me back to that moment.
With the volleyball falling and falling, the pain in my arm became more and more intense. With the passage of time, this soreness has not been cured, but more and more intense, really can not support, I resentfully picked up the volleyball fell to the ground, and casually find a vacant lot to sit down. Practicing volleyball has been two or three weeks, but God seems to be joking with me, see other people skillfully maneuvering the volleyball up and down, the heart will always rise up a sense of inferiority. The idea of sticking to volleyball has gradually disappeared, even in the face of countless failures.
The only sound left on the empty streets is the whimpering of the wind and the mocking rustle of the leaves.
Only a few wisps of dusk remain on the distant hills, and the sky is gradually darkening, rendering a little bit of the color of depression, and just as the picture carries its own coldness, my heart has also been poured with a pot of cold water, extinguishing the flame of perseverance. Lonely I feel the ruthless world, would like to just hold the ball away, fading a body of pride and self-esteem, but the sports test this string and all the time not in the suppression of my nerves.
At this point, the abandonment, what can be exchanged? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a student at the school!
The answer screamed in my heart, rekindling persistence and repelling abandonment. After a moment's rest, I was back on the battlefield, like the face of every large-scale examination as solemn and serious. Even if my arms are full of volleyball abuse marks, even if my arms have long been sore, but what is this? If everyone's life is smooth sailing, then this is not life. The real life should be there is wind and rain, there is laughter and sadness.
The silent streets, the whimpering of the wind was gradually covered by the sound of playing ball. That strong volleyball, with its owner, resumed its fate of falling together.
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