This is an incident that happened to me, and whenever I see someone giving up his seat on the bus, I will recall that incident. This incident both made me feel very ashamed of myself, and also made me feel a kind of admiration for a person I never knew.
It was a year ago on a Sunday morning, I finished my study class and took the bus to my father's office. As soon as I got on the bus, I hurriedly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I took a look at the bus, there were a lot of people in the bus, the whole bus was like a sardine can, more than shoulder to shoulder, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking out the window, when a grandmother got on. "Toward my row of seats, I thought: to my father's unit there are still a lot of stops, give up the seat after squeezing in the pile of people how tired ah. I'm not sure if I'm going to let you in or not. Just when I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to the grandmother, "Granny, you sit in my seat." Then he helped the grandmother to sit down carefully, while he kept leaning against the seat, propped straight up with one hand, gripping the handrail and resisting the crowded place with all his might. When I saw that the grandmother had a seat, I didn't think anything else in my mind and continued to enjoy the scenery.
The bus passed several more stops, but there were only people coming up from the front door, but no one walking out from the back door, and the carriage became even more crowded. I saw the young man was squeezed full of beads of sweat, waist and back gradually bent up, very difficult to stand. It was hard to get to the final stop, and there were so many people getting off the train that the young man and I were ready to get off the train. We pushed and squeezed our way toward the door of the bus. Suddenly, I don't know which one of them hit the young man's leg, the young man "ouch" screamed, gritted his teeth, face showing pain, covered his leg off the bus. I feel very strange in my heart: a bump can hurt like this? I took a "question mark" out of the bus, only to see the young man is sitting on the side of the road, roll up his pants leg, check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be a wounded leg, was gauze tightly wrapped around the knee, he had been injured!
I stood there, dumbfounded, looking at the red scarf on my chest, I felt my face hot. I thought: I am a pioneer, can I afford the red scarf? I am so ashamed.
This incident is still fresh in my mind even though so much time has passed. This incident has always told me: to be a helpful person, only to help others, can be happier.
Holding a snail for a walk
Today I went to the countryside with my mother, and I was walking alone on the path in the field. As I walked, a small animal that was crawling slowly caught my eye.
On closer inspection, it turned out to be a small snail. I had an idea that I wanted to walk with this little snail. So, I walked slowly, afraid that the little snail would not be able to keep up. When I took a few steps, I turned around and saw that the little snail was so far away from me.
I pushed behind it, but it was still crawling slowly like that. I pushed it, I bluffed it, I scolded it, and the snail looked at me with an apologetic gaze, as if to say, "I did my best!"
The snail could not crawl fast enough, but it kept crawling. In order to get to where it wants to go, in order to accomplish the goals it has set for itself.
What are our goals? How do we accomplish them? The snail accomplished its goals by its own efforts and by its spirit of never giving up. We need to learn from the snail's spirit to accomplish our goals!
Life is often a source of inspiration, but it does not send it to us. Life proceeds according to its own pattern and laws, and everyone has the right to be inspired by it. It gives everyone a chance, but the question is whether we can find the "revelation" in it. The man who thinks hard is, in a sense, the man who searches hard for revelation - with unanswered questions, with doubts. Think about life itself, think about the phenomena of life, and you will be gifted by life.
My favorite is the charm of nature
When you see the beautiful scenery of nature, you will be overwhelmed by its charm. This place can make you forget about the busy and noisy city, and feel the beauty of nature and the quietness of nature with your heart.
When we walk towards the wilderness, we see a piece of turquoise grass, endless, on which grows a colorful wildflower. The grasses in the wilderness are like millions of green guards, guarding the attractive flowers. Even if people how to pressure them to step on them, the grass will never lower the noble head, which is the charm of the grass.
When we put into the embrace of the mountains, from a distance, the mountains are not high, when you come to the foot of the mountains to look up, this is to know that the mountains are so majestic. The mountains are like a giant, let the wind and thunder, sun and rain, always so firm and upright. Their spirit is so admirable ah, this is the charm of the mountains.
Growing up
If your eyes are wet and you shine the sunlight on them, won't you be able to see a rainbow?
Occasionally, you have to speak strongly of sorrow, because growing up requires troubles to illustrate. I heard a long time ago that they are going to work, they said: to be independent, first of all, to be financially independent. How nice of them to be able to fight and be chivalrous. I smiled and wished them a pleasant journey. They left, singing about wandering alone. Many years later, they met again, but without the thrilling stories to tell me along the way. There was no excitement of adventure on their faces, only weariness. The bravado that rushed through the sky also became the courage of the year, and they were good men. Society and reality is a flood, the daytime dreams are washed away. Youth, sometimes with some scars to dress up. Find a page, write all your dreams in it, then tear it up and put it in the wind. Let the confetti rain down on your dying heart, and when it's washed away, you'll forget about it. But those dreams, at least once so vivid. Failure, is a beautiful and broken floating shadow.
People always need to grow up.
The sun shone brightly on the day when the class was divided into arts and sciences. Nudging the sun on a leaf, bored with the sun's aliases: Jinwu, Chiwu ...... The heart can not think of anything else. I can't think of anything else. I'm not sure if this is the way to grow up, but I'm not sure if this is the way to grow up. I'm leaving, no one says goodbye, and I don't seem to need to say it. When I got home, I listened to Scarborough Fair, and the notes flowed into a river, and I really felt like I had graduated from the past. If you can go very far, can memories be as long as the journey. Memories, like a piano song run amok. I want to paint them, frame them, and hang them in the corridors I often pass by. I want to plant them as tulips, wrapping a story in a bone and picking a winter morning to blossom. I'd like to leave a blossom for myself to look back on. The passing of time is like the passing of time. I'm not going to be able to get my hands on it, but I'm not going to be able to get my hands on it.
People can always grow up.
Once I held a jeweled flower and talked with it, we said we would grow up together. But it can't grow bigger, how can we say that things don't count? The things that don't count despite not counting, the days, is still added and not reduced, no longer hold the jewel flower, keep the promise of expired, too stupid. Time pulls, and walks through a fall and winter. Tomorrow is sunny, open arms; tomorrow is rain, get wet, unfold the butterfly spilling feathers. If I can still stand, I will continue to move forward. With shyness, stubbornness and pride, grow up together and experience the beauty of breaking out of the cocoon.
If your eyes are wet, shine on the sun.
Motherland
Ringing the row of copper bells, thick and clear left and right rhythms from far and near, through the 5,000 years of the long years and fifty-seven years of colorful flowers, in the river, the water of the Mekong, the mountains of the sun, the coast of the sea, the ripples, sounding a burst of echoes in the hundreds of millions of yellow children's hearts to condense the theme of: motherland! The rolling wheel of history dissipated the dust of the Warring States period, dimmed the Three Kingdoms and two Jin Dynasty when the shadow of the sword, blurred the prosperity of the Tang and Song Dynasty market, peeled off the Ming and Qing Dynasty in front of the glittering glaze. Left behind is the name of a hero, is that they hold up the backbone of the Chinese people, cohesion of the great national spirit. Since ancient times, countless people to patriotism for the lofty aspirations, to serve the country as a lifelong responsibility. There is "loyalty to the country" Yue Fei, "the world's first worry and worry" Fan Zhongyan, "if the country life and death, not because of the trouble and happiness tend to avoid it" Lin Zexu, "alert the world to save the country" self-correction self-correction, three times to change his will Lu Xun, there is also for the rise of China to study the Zhou Enlai. From Sun Yat-sen to Chen Duxiu, from Li Dazhao to Mao Zedong, from Lin Jiumin to Qiu Jin. In order to the rise of China, in order to snow shame, in order to revitalize China, with their unyielding spine and backbone, sang the history of the magnificent song of the years, defending the dignity and sanctity of the motherland, leaving behind the magnificent mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery.
Today, as far as the eye can see, the motherland is thriving, the development of our country has attracted the attention of the world. As a young man of the new era has the responsibility to link his future with the destiny of the motherland. Because life is not just a drop of blood, it is the desire to burn passion; youth is not just a sound of praise, it is the mission and the source of endless struggle. Because of the halo of life, a body that has been trampled on to give a new soul; because of the splendor of youth, a dance of thoughts will be gathered into a sad elegy. In the enjoyment of a peaceful and stable happy life, I can not help but think of those for the independence of the Chinese nation's democratic science and throw their heads, shed blood of the young people, is that they are in the nation suffered humiliation at the moment to come forward to save the people from the suffering of the momentum of the force of the waves. Once they dared to face up to the bleak life, dared to face up to the drenching blood.
We should carry forward the spirit of patriotism in the new era, seriously study the "Three Represents" important thought, set up a correct concept of honor and shame: to love the motherland for honor, to harm the motherland for shame; to serve the people for honor, to defect from the people for shame; to advocate science for honor, to ignorance for shame; to hard work for honor, to the good and evil labor for shame; to unity and mutual assistance for honor, to the detriment of others for shame; to honesty and trustworthiness for honor. Honest and trustworthy for honor, to see profit and forget righteousness for shame; to abide by the law for honor, to lawlessness for shame; to hard work for honor, to luxury for shame!
Students, the stage of youth for us to build; hot times for us to gallop; a better future by us to create! Let us embrace the times with youth, ignite the future with life, and build our tomorrow with fiery passion! Festivals
Golden autumn, the weather is pleasant, coinciding with the National Day holiday, our family went to visit my grandmother. Grandma is already in her seventies this year, but she is deaf and very healthy. The happiest time for my grandmother is when her children come back home from all over the country with their children, and the whole family of more than twenty people get together. Grandma came back with a basket full of shrimp, crab and fish, and was happily greeting the neighbors, and you could hear her cheerful laugh from a distance.
Grandma's home is far away in Jiaxing, Zhejiang Province, a water town, the past transportation is very inconvenient. From Shanghai to Grandma's house, you have to take a train to change the ship, the morning from home, to Grandma's house is already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Since I am particularly seasick, my mom visits my grandmother once a year, while I can only go there once every two or three years. Today, it was already 10:00 a.m. when my uncle drove to pick us up and said that Grandma was waiting for us to have lunch, was it too late? I'm a little less convinced. We got in the Buck van and in a few moments we were on the A4 freeway and then the East-West Boulevard, ah, just an hour away!
As far back as I can remember, my grandmother's house was just up the road from the ferry terminal, through the old stone-paved street and down a long, narrow alley. It was a three-room old house by the river, with whitewashed walls and tiles. Along the river, the wooden windows are open, hanging bamboo curtains, you may feel extremely stylish, classical and romantic, but the reality is: the kitchen and the living room together, the gas in the coal-ball stoves spread out, so that Grandpa kept coughing; there is no bathroom in the house, Grandma had to carry the toilet to pour every day; the rainy season is a big flood, the river water poured into the house, the old furniture emits a nasty moldy smell.... ..... The most worrying thing for Grandma was how to live with so many people when her children came back during the festivals. That's why Grandma often chanted, "Sigh! When can we get a bigger house, it would be great!" This year, Grandma's dream finally came true, the old town remodeling, the old man moved into a new building. Now, in front of our eyes is: a beautiful small house, glazed tiles glittering in the sun, pointed roof as the castle in the Western fairy tale. Into the bamboo fence surrounded by the yard, osmanthus tree golden laurel fragrance, pomegranate tree fruitful, flower beds in the ten thousand purple and red chrysanthemums bloomed with a smile, the little white cat in the sun lazily sleep ....... Crossing into the living room, spacious and bright, the kitchen and bathroom clean and tidy, gas, running water, flush toilet all in one, the most satisfied grandmother is that she to each of her children can stay a room. Grandma was so happy that she couldn't stop talking.
Standing on top of the three-story building of Grandma's house, looking up and looking out, what comes into view is the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, Sujiazha Expressway, East-West Boulevard, a crisscross of roads, leading in all directions. Not far away, is a diamond field of WenShuiYang, young girls sitting in the diamond bucket picking diamonds, brightly colored clothes reflected in the diamond blue water. River pond, there is a large grass, is a children's playground and the elderly fitness area. Every morning, Grandma went there for early exercise. Looking at such a beautiful garden building, you would never think that there were only a few low thatched huts here, living in ragged foreigners. After moving into the new house and living in the garden, Grandma's health became better and better, and her spirit was bright. She said to us smilingly: "Reform and opening up is really good! The town is getting more and more beautiful, life is getting better and better, and traveling is getting more and more convenient. I heard that after the rail transit is fixed, it only takes half an hour to get here from Shanghai. At that time, you can come back every week Oh, it is best to go out early and come back late, come every day to accompany my old lady, hahaha ......"
Listening to my grandmother's bright laughter, I do not feel a lot of emotions. Yes, from the changes in my grandmother's home, I see our late old China is changing rapidly. Ah motherland, long live! This is you, this is me, this is the joy of the children of China!
Interesting
"Time is like water, life is like a song." In the white horse, we sent away another intense semester, ushered in another summer vacation.
"The vacation starts from today." As soon as the teacher's words fell, the students cheered, "Vacation! Vacation." The teacher said something else, no one heard. Like birds in flight, they got rid of their books. Flocked out, running to the road home.
Walking out of the classroom, I let out a deep breath. I felt as if I were a monochromatic hydrogen balloon, with the teacher holding me tightly during the school days. On vacation, my teacher loosened the strings in her hands and let me fly to the place of my dreams.
It felt good to be on vacation. In the morning, I slept until ten o'clock before opening my sleepy eyes. I don't have to worry about the urging of my parents to get dressed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes and a pair of shoes. The cool breeze from the air conditioner makes me think of my classmates. They must be at home enjoying the coolness of the air-conditioning, just like me.
It feels good to be on vacation. Holding on to an idle book, I deliberately walked past my parents. They had a smile on their faces, and it seemed that the book they were against was no longer a good idea to read it.
It feels good to be on vacation!
The second, painful chapter
The good times seem ever so fleeting. For me, who will be a graduate next year, such good times are even more fleeting.
In order for my grades to skyrocket in my final year. My mother has set a goal for me: to seize every day of the vacation.
Motherhood was hard. My good days quickly came to an end. The daily study schedule was actually fuller than when I was in school. What time to what time to learn English, what time to what time to finish homework, what time to what time to learn math, what time to what time to learn language. After mom's careful arrangement of time, there is not even a little time to play. It's so annoying! Like this. My summer vacation life what joy.
I actually miss the days of school. Usually, in school is nothing more than a few more bars and restrictions, more tired of the class, more homework ...... but attentively to experience, but you can find that the friendship between classmates is actually very pure, learning life is not only very regular, and that intense learning, life is actually very full. Nowadays, I can't hear the pleasant bell, can't see my classmates' cheerful figure, can only hear my mom's endless nagging, can only see my dad's serious face. I only have a belly full of helplessness and endless worries.
Three, angry chapter
In the summer vacation, students like an unrestrained bird, without the heavy burden of learning, without the intermittent nagging of the mother, in their own space to fly freely, to the swimming pool side of the play, let the crystal water beads jumping in all directions, to the picturesque East Lake, to experience that the lake water wet the group of shirts of a different style, into the bustling supermarkets. Taste that the air conditioning brought that cool, sitting at the computer desk, so that the computer keyboard between the fingers played "crackling" of the wonderful music. But what about me? Not only was the arrangement of the suffocating task of study. And, also lost the original status of parents.
Thinking back to the days of school. Every morning my mom would get up early and bring me a nutritious breakfast designed just for me. But now it's good. My stomach rumbled with hunger, and my mom pushed my dad, and my dad pushed my mom. Finally agreed that I am not reasonable, their own vacation at home, but do not allow parents to sleep, rest and rest. I don't understand the hard work of my parents. In the end, we can only learn from the hungry stomach to noon, breakfast is saved.
In the afternoon, I was doing exercises. Dad shouted outside: "Daughter, pour us a glass of water." It turned out that while I was home on vacation, I didn't have to worry about affecting my studies. Dad invited a group of colleagues to come to the "Great Wall". Now, when I pour a glass of water, I forget all the answers I've just come up with. Usually, I can write four exercises in an afternoon, but now I can only write one in an afternoon. I used to complain that I was lonely and bored at home. Now? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
. Everyone in the summer will look forward to winter, to winter will look forward to summer, as soon as the school year began I look forward to vacation, but a vacation and want to go to school. This realization is especially strong this summer.
Reading
At the beginning of the summer vacation, I have made a good reading plan since I was young and love reading.
I read Gorky's Childhood - My Classmate - On Earth, Lu Xun's The Scream, Xie Wanying's Bingxin's The Complete Collection of Children's Literature, Liu Yang's The Wizard of Oz, Mrs. Stow's Uncle Tom's Cabin, and Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and other famous Chinese and foreign writers according to the plan.
These books are basically the ones I found from various bookstores. I didn't have too much savings, but I wanted to buy my favorite books. At first, I had to save up hard to buy those expensive books, but later I gained experience and found many good books from those forgotten piles of books. Among them there are masterpieces, fairy tales, poems, novels, essays ...... regardless of Chinese and foreign, written so fascinating, so that I got a lot of textbooks can not get the knowledge, but also a lot of thoughts and insights, the tip of the pen flowed out of a moment of feeling.
In these books that I have read, the deepest impression left on me is Lu Xun's "Scream". Scream" profoundly exposed the cruelty of the old feudal society, from which I also read the cruelty of the "Zhu Men wine and meat stink, the road has frozen dead bones". From "Diary of a Madman" to "Kong Yi Ji" to "Ah Q Zheng Zhuan", from "Storm" to "Hometown" to "Social Play", there is not a single piece of not in the use of a sharp pen and the feudal society of the people oppressing the people of the hands of the sharp knife, musket to do the fight, his sharp pen made the Kuomintang reactionaries scared of, whether his articles or his patriotic heart, are so respectable. Although we have now entered a new society, has not only satisfied with subsistence or even well-off, but the spirit of the older generation can not be lost ah.
In my opinion, reading is the best way of entertainment and recreation in life, which not only can give people endless knowledge, but also can give people unlimited fun and cultivate people's ability to deal with others.
When people are lonely, reading becomes the greatest pleasure. It is a tool for enriching knowledge as well as an amusement, and when people read it, they feel happy and relaxed; and when people are dealing with affairs, they can best utilize the ability gained from reading. From the reading of their own favorable things are endless, ability is one of them, read some good books, to their own advantage and harmless, if you can practice is not simply the use of knowledge in the book, but in the book on the basis of knowledge and innovation, combined with their own practical, flexible use, is the highest state of reading good books.
"Books are the ladder of human progress." This is a famous quote from Grandpa Gorky, and the same is a famous quote in praise of books. From this sentence one can see how important the position of books in the world is and how precious its value is. As Grandpa Gorky said, a book is like a ladder that enables one to climb up to the peak. But the road to the peak is steep and dangerous, and it takes hard work to climb up. Reading some different books is like climbing a ladder, which is also very helpful, but one has to be able to choose the books. A good book is like a priceless treasure piled up by the diamond-like thoughts and those pearl-like words and phrases, which contains the knowledge and wisdom is so precious, books can be called the human mentor, the spiritual food ah! On the contrary, if we go to read those books that are not conducive to health, which are almost a collection of all the dirty things in the world, it is not in the mastery of knowledge, looking for fun, but in the degradation of themselves, will make themselves vulgar, ignorant.
In a book, again, make it will make you sad, sympathetic tears; sometimes it will make you laugh; sometimes it will make you feel that you are in the presence of the world; sometimes it will make yourself feel that you are in two worlds away from it at all.
I think, books are a good teacher and friend, the spirit of food, what reason we do not read well?
What is a reading experience? In fact, reading tips is not difficult to write, the harvest and feelings of their own reading. With accurate language expression, is a "reading experience". Of course, reading tips than excerpts, drawings, reading synopsis of the three kinds of reading notes are indeed more complex, a little more difficult. A thick book, a long article, so much content, where to write from? What should be written? You should not be afraid, as long as the reading is really insightful, there is something to write, but also sure to write well.
Pay attention to three issues:
One is to write a book or an article, a poem, which content of the book or an article, you have inspired, so that you are educated. It should be read in such a way that one feels that it is indeed a reflection of reading a book or an article or a poem. If you don't stick to the book or article you read, and talk about it in a generalized way, then it's not an after-reading, and people don't know where your thoughts come from. However, to retell the content of the book in the article, pay attention to concise, to quote the content that can illustrate the problem, do not excerpt large paragraphs. Secondly, you should write clearly what feelings you have after reading a book or an article? What education have you received? Be very clear and write out your thoughts, don't be vague and ambiguous. In other words, you must write out what you "get" in your heart. Otherwise, copy a large section of the book, no experience, or experience is not much, then how to call the reading experience?
Third is to analyze. Some students often write after reading into two big paragraphs: the first Yin is how the book is written, copied a large piece. The second paragraph of a few simple phrases, I learned what the spirit, how to do in the future. This way, the content is very thin. A reading must be analyzed. A book, an article of a point well written, so that you are inspired. Then you should talk about: where is good, so that you are inspired by what, or in the writing is very distinctive, "special" in where, "wonderful" in where to write these feelings analytically and specifically, the content of this reading experience is rich, full of .