Point: Home
Person: Dad
Interview Recorder: Li Yunhan
Q: May I ask if you love reading? Why do you love reading?
Dad: I love to read. There is knowledge in books, there is wisdom in books, you can read to know things, to make yourself grow, to make progress, to be a useful person to the society.
Q:
Then please talk about your statement on the word "open book". Dad: As long as the book, to read and learn, with a correct attitude to read and learn, is beneficial to people. Good books, with a positive attitude to learn
learning, absorbing the essence of the bad books with a critical eye to read to see it, from the opposite side can also learn lessons, to gain knowledge, this is my understanding of the benefits of opening the book, which shows that as long as it is the knowledge of the things you have a correct attitude
to treat it, to learn it, to understand it, it will be useful to people.
Q: So what do you like to read in general?
Dad: In terms of categorization, I like to read history, geography, biographies and science.
Q: Have you been inspired by the books you read? Did it help you in your life and studies?
Dad: I was inspired in some way by the translated books. There are written inspiration, directly with my life for the table and learning, I help me a lot, my ability to improve quickly, you can say that reading is an important way for me to learn to live and work better.
Q: Do you have any stories about reading?
Dad
Dad: Yes. When I was a kid, I didn't have many books, and I didn't have a lot of books around. Once, I borrowed a science fiction novel "Future World" by Ye Yonglei from someone else, and read it under a kerosene lamp in one breath, but I didn't feel addicted to it, and I kept
reading it until dawn, and some of the ideas of human development and progress mentioned in the book have basically been realized, which can be said to be the first science popularization book I ever read, and it helped me a lot in my future study.
Q: How do you usually read?
Q: How do you read?
Dad: When I come across a book, I first read the preface, or the introduction, and after reading the introduction, I look at the synopsis, and then I get a general idea of what the book is about, and the synopsis of the story, and then I read it carefully according to the time schedule.
Q: Many people often read a book twice, do you usually?
Dad: Yes, I will. Controversial books, or very well-written books, very sensible and educational books, I read the first time based on the basis of the second time, and even read the wonderful chapters of the third time, the fourth time, and sometimes do some brief reading notes. So, the important points, the wonderful storyline, in my mind can be remembered for a long time.
Q: As the old saying goes, "Read a book a hundred times and the meaning will emerge." Do you have any experience with this?
Dad
Dad: Yes, that's what I said above. Each of our knowledge and understanding of the level of accumulation is limited, some of the masterpieces of our ability is not enough to read once can understand this degree, therefore, we must be a
once, twice, three times, many times to read, to understand, and even some of the issues, read more times still can not understand, this is the reality of reading. But there is a point, each read once more, one more time to think, will be more understanding of some of the book
Read a hundred times, the meaning of its own, not that reading read a hundred times you will understand, but that reading needs to be repeated to read, read more, and slowly you will understand.
How people around you care for people in difficulty essay 350 words"Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person.
"Whenever I get a good book, I read it hungrily.
I am often moved to tears like a spring by the plot of the book.
Sometimes sad and sometimes happy, sometimes love and sometimes hate, I let the laughter rise and fall in the corners, and let myself swim in the sea of books to my heart's content.
Early in the morning, everything is so wonderful, birds and flowers, fresh air.
Sitting alone under the window, smelling the fresh air, listening to the birds' cheerful music, I was y intoxicated, my mind floated, like standing alone on the top of the mountain, watching the east side of the fiery red sun embedded in that blue canopy, as if walking in the autumn forest, watching the golden leaves dancing in the air, listening to the sound of rustling leaves; and as if I came to a piece of bamboo forest, joyfully playing in it.
In the afternoon, the blazing sun in the sky radiates a dazzling light, projecting like a sword into the room.
At this time, the hands of the "Edison" let me see a curious boy from the hour to the great inventor Edison, he experienced countless failures in his experimental life, but he knew the difficulties and never ... Listen to the sound of rustling leaves, sometimes love and hate, in life, joyfully playing in it, like a sword projected in the room, are the success of your test, because if you give up at this time, he has experienced countless failures in his experimental life, the birds and flowers, in the hands of the "Edison" so that I can see a boy from the hours of curiosity to the great inventor Edison, in the study of the book like a home, the book like a home. Try again? If he lost confidence because of previous failures, see the golden leaves dancing in the air.
"Whenever I get a good book.
Failure is the mother of success, but he knows the difficulties? If he gave up his beliefs, his mind floated, I was y intoxicated, you are one step closer to success; and as if he came to a bamboo forest.
Sitting alone under the window, then the previous failure in vain, smelling the fresh air, as if walking in the autumn forest, the blazing sun in the sky radiating dazzling light, listening to the birds cheerful music.
Sometimes sad and sometimes happy.
Early in the morning, never give up? The sword from the sharpening out of" read a good book, and eventually succeeded and became a great inventor, tried again and again, everything is so wonderful, like standing alone on the mountaintop, when you fail.
At this point, let yourself enjoy traveling in the sea of books.
Afternoon.
I am often moved by the plot of the book tears like a spring, look at the east of the red sun embedded in the blue sky, the air is fresh, the fragrance of the plum blossom from the bitter cold to come, more than one failure, as if talking to a noble person.
Yes, he can succeed, never say die, will be hungry to read up, where do not need this never discourage the spirit of it, I let the laughter in the corner here and there.
The book is like a friend, it is the book opened my eyes.
Every time you fail, you will succeed, will there be today's achievements
Essay writing around.Write a 350-word essay
Mom There are countless family members around me, dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, grandpa and grandma are of course in the first place . They took care of me every day when I was little. When I grew up, they still did. Mom is hard-working, is kind, in a test, I got more than 80 points, Dad abetted, to show Mom. Mom looked after, said to me: "daughter, your next test more with the new, there are many topics you will also do." Then, my mom and I answered the questions one by one. I pressed my mother's face, watery eyes full of expectations for me, my mother's hands that work day and night is no longer as smooth as when I was young. Mom was full of expectations and she cared about me. At the end of a hot summer vacation. I suddenly had a fever, and as soon as my mom heard about it, she immediately put down her work and took me to the hospital to see a doctor. Mom walked around the door I had a hangnail, mom helped me to sit on the stool, and then take care of me, give me a towel, give me warm water. 7:00, mom and I have not eaten. Mom saw that I was hungry and said to me, "I'll go buy something for you to eat." "What about you?" "I'll eat when I get home ." . When I got home, my mom told me to take a nap. I went to my room and slept for a while, and my mom came in and touched my forehead. I thought to myself, "Mom is caring about me. I remembered my mom's support and concern in my heart. I couldn't help but think of the saying, "No love is greater than a mother's love." I couldn't help but think of the words. Yes, there is a song that goes "Only a mother is good in this world ......". . If there is no mother, there will be no healthy children. Mom, I want to say to you: Mom, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for being so kind to me. Mom, thank you for supporting me behind my back. Mom ....
The beautiful story around the essay 350 words limitBefore the Spring Festival, I went back to my grandmother's home with my dad to play, and by the way to help my grandmother to do the work, to celebrate the New Year's Eve, it has to be cleaned.
In the car, I looked out, the ground how so much garbage ah?
In the car, I looked out and saw so much garbage on the ground.
Oh, I just saw the cleaner on the east side of the road, so I probably haven't cleaned it yet.
Dad seemed to see what was going on in my mind, and winked: "Yik Yik, why don't you help the cleaner later and pick up the garbage here, okay?" I thought about it, do "social practice activities is also good! I thought it would be a good idea to do a social activity, so I agreed.
When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my father sent me a plastic bag to pick up all the garbage in the plastic bag.
Note that it is to pick up, not to sweep with a broom.
I was reluctant, just want to say that I do not go, not yet said it, it was Dad to "blast out.
I went to the west side of the road, looking at the ground "dusty" garbage, I frowned.
At first, I picked up the cleaner garbage, like bottle caps.
But my dad said I had to pick up a plastic bag full of garbage, and that wasn't enough.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm going to be able to make it happen.
I'm not going to be able to make it happen.
Alas, at least a half full.
I tiptoed out the door.
Back on the road, I picked up some more bottles that took up more space, and finally filled the bag.
When the time came, Dad came to check on the work.
"Well, well, good ah, picked up so much!" Dad looked and nodded, thank God, Dad did not realize that I secretly borrowed a little garbage from my grandmother's house! On the way back to Grandma's house, I secretly screamed bitter, eyes can not help staring at the hands, although with the pocket of the paper towel wiped, but did not use soap to wash, always feel uncomfortable, and can not wait to insert a pair of wings, immediately back to Grandma's house, painfully wash your hands, wash your face.
At this time, I turned my head and saw two sanitation workers, one of them cleaned up the garbage cans, one sweeping the ground.
I saw them sweeping up a pile of garbage with great difficulty and putting it into the garbage truck.
One of them also picked up the garbage that was not clean with his hands, were they not afraid of getting dirty? Although this scene is only a few seconds, can make my mind was greatly shocked, I really good to clean up the deep heart of the "garbage".
They are silent and dedicated to society, so they are always beautiful and noble!
Every time I go to Lin Yuan Square, I almost always see an old grandfather, who holds a calligraphy book in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, concentrating on writing on the ground.
You may ask, is not just writing brush characters, this is also considered to have a trick?
You may ask, is not just writing, this is a trick?
The appearance of this brush is similar to the brush we usually see, but the brush has a mop handle so thick, so long, the tip of the pen is like a carrot, you have not seen it.
One night, I came with my father to the forest garden square to walk, see a place surrounded by a lot of people, I went over to join the fun, only to see a grandpa is using that giant brush on the ground a stroke of writing, the old grandpa wrote the word like our textbooks, the same word, upright, neat, I thought this is also too powerful it! I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I said to the old grandpa, "Grandpa, you write so beautifully, I'm envious of you, can you let me try?" The old grandpa said, "Of course you can!" I picked up the old grandpa's big brush, but how can not write, I had to hold the big brush with both hands, like mopping the floor, write on the ground, write left, write right, how do I look, I feel like writing the word like a painting.
Looking at me sweating profusely, the old grandfather said: "Little friend, this is something I have been practicing for a long time.
You can't learn it all at once!" I nodded thoughtfully, thinking: this old grandpa is indeed a man with a masterpiece!
Warmth around you essay 350 words or soWarmth, right next to me Warmth, what is it, it can not see, and can not touch, the original me, always feel that the warmth is so far away from me.
But I suddenly realized that it is in our side, as long as you have a pair of eyes that like to observe, you will certainly feel that you are not alone.
Parental love, a kind of warmth.
It is the parents, who bring you to this world, who nurture us and raise us.
They will always spoil us, because, we are their hearts, they never bear to see us suffer a little bit of aggression.
Every day when the weather gets cold, my parents, will remind me that: today it is cold, be sure to wear warmer.
Whenever I hear this short sentence, a warm current rushes to my heart.
Whenever, I quarreled with my parents, they always gave way to me and were never angry with me.
Whenever, my grades slipped, my parents always comforted me and never blamed me.
Friendship is a kind of warmth.
Friendship, is everyone will not lack.
Friendship is also great, it is like a pair of invisible wings, always protecting you from any harm.
Whenever I am sick, it is not only my parents who are anxious, but also those friends of mine.
Whenever I was sick, they would call to check on my condition and would come to my house to make up for me.
When I got well, they would still ask me questions.
It is afraid that my body is not yet healed every day for our busy teachers, let me feel the warmth.
Every time my grades slipped, the teachers would be like parents, not blame me, just comfort me.
Whenever I encountered a problem I couldn't solve in my study career, my teacher would patiently explain it to me.
Whenever I make a mistake, my teacher will also educate me in a serious way, just like my parents did.
The teacher, then, treats us as if we were her children.
I believe that warmth, really more than that.
Warmth, in our side, is our side of the dribs and drabs, if you are like the former me, think warmth is far away from yourself, then, I think you are missing a pair of eyes love to observe, as long as you pay attention to everything around you, I think you will always be surrounded by warmth, and not alone.
Touching stories around me essay 350 words"Ding bell -" class is over.
We flew out of the classroom like a lively and lovely bird.
The playground was crowded with people, some children were jumping long rope, some children were playing shuttlecock, some children were playing basketball ...... I just wanted to walk over to play climbing ladder.
Suddenly, a small child flew to me.
Before I could react, the kid hit me hard like a cannonball.
I stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
I felt a sharp pain in my left arm.
I grimaced in pain, and tears came to my eyes.
At this time, Wang Ouyang, Dong Mengyuan, Li Rongxu ...... several children in our class of one (3) saw me fall, immediately ran over anxiously to help me up.
At this point, I realized that my left arm had lost a layer of skin, and a lot of blood was seeping out of the wound.
I was in pain and scared, so I bawled my eyes out.
I could only hear the concerned voices of my classmates in my ears, "Is it okay? Does it hurt?" Flanked by my classmates, I walked toward the school infirmary.
Wang Ouyang comforted me and said, "It's okay, just bear it and it will pass.
"My heart was warm, and I immediately felt that the wound on my arm did not hurt much.
Living in one (3) class this warm family, I feel really happy!
350 words on writing about peopleWriting about people 1.I have a good father My father is a man of few words.
When he and his mother were together, they heard his mother talking incessantly, and his father just smoked hard, and only answered occasionally, and most of the words were just one or two words.
Home to guests, the father accompanied people to dinner, neither let the wine, but also do not persuade the meal.
He only ate his own, which was very impolite.
It was the same for our children.
He seldom asked us about our studies, which he felt were our own business.
When we asked him questions, he would say, "Go ask your teachers.
My father was a farmer, but he didn't look like a farmer to me in many ways.
My father finished elementary school and dropped out of middle school in the second grade because of poverty.
Then he and a few companions hid from their grandparents and ran to Baotou, where he attended junior college for two years.
Then the school was disbanded because of the three-year natural disaster in the 1960s, and his father returned home to continue his work as a farmer.
My father was a very good writer, and he was always respectfully asked to be the bookkeeper for the family celebrations in the village, to keep track of the contributions and so on.
When it comes to the Spring Festival, it's a very busy time for my father. People send their red paper to my house early and ask my father to write the Spring Festival couplets.
The Chinese New Year is not yet here, and my house is already full of festivities.
When I was a kid, my father made me learn how to write letters to my uncle in Shandong.
My father taught me how to write a letter to my uncle in Shandong Province.
Although I liked his writing, I didn't have a long time to practice, and even now I don't have a shape or form.
When I went home to drink with my father, he would always point at me and say, "You're still a Chinese teacher, but you're not as good at writing as I am as a farmer.
"I can only smile and nod.
My father was a man who loved books.
Every time he went out, he always had a book in his bag.
In fact, there is nothing to read, but also to bring a few newspapers.
I remember that my father personally bought books published in 1975, three volumes of the Water Margin, the upper and lower volumes of the story of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Liaozhai Zhiyi, and Feng Menglong's "Three Words".
In his spare time, when the men of other families played cards or gambled, my father read books on his bed.
On rainy and snowy days, he would read books all day long.
In the past two years, my father's eyesight has deteriorated, so he bought himself a pair of glasses, but he still reads books.
I sometimes look closely, the old man is really like a man of letters.
This summer vacation home, I pour the bookcase, find a set of Ming Dynasty hold Weng old man's "ancient wonders" to the Qing Dynasty Daoguang years of engraving and printing, but unfortunately less a volume.
I told him to give me the book.
My father said yes, I can't read it anyway.
My father also often said to me with emotion: "At that time of the Cultural Revolution, the books left behind by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were all burned as firewood when I was cooking for fear of getting into trouble.
Otherwise, they would have been worth a lot of money by now.
"So I am also very emotional.
It is good that our generation will not catch up with the "book burning" era.
Of the three children in my family, my father loved me the most, and said that I could sit still and relax.
In the winter, I ran on the street all day long, sweating all over, and the cotton pants I wore were soaked with heat.
In the morning before getting up, my father always put the fireplace early to light up, and then turned my cotton pants with his hands, little by little, close to the stove baking, baking while slowly shaking, in a short while, I saw the cotton pants on a wisp of hot air.
When the baking is finished, my father will use his two big hands to rub the cotton pants to make it soft.
When I put them on again, I felt very warm.
My father is a man who can't be bothered, he often shines my shoes and cleans them carefully every time.
I went to school to ride the bicycle, every day is my father for me to take out, and at night when I came home, every time is also my father for me to store good.
It was his job to clean the bike and pump it up.
In his eyes, I always seemed to be a child.
When I went to school, my father wrapped the books himself and wrote my name with a brush.
I've been a teacher for so many years, and my textbooks from high school are still intact.
Sometimes I read him and said, "This book is useless, you sell it.
My father always said, "Let it go, let it go, the book to the use of the party hate less ah.
"I went to college in Nanjing for four years, and every time my father wrote me a letter, he always ended it by saying, don't worry about the money, eat well, and pay attention to your health.
He seldom urged me to study well, but I read my father's letters and naturally knew how to study.
Now, I have been a father for more than ten years.
When the child was small, because he was sick and refused to take medication, there was no shortage of violent beatings of the child, a little older, because he did not like to go to kindergarten and received a lot of beatings from me.
Until now, the study is not good, the test is not good, I am also on the child is not hit that scolding.
Think of the father to me, and then think of me to the child, really ashamed ah.
My father and I see each other a few times a year, see once, he will be a little older.
But it is not, I am running forty, father can not be old.
In my eyes, my father is a silent man, a man who loves me and loves me, a man who loves to read and write, a man who guides more than controls.
In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see.
I wish my father could be healthy and alive, and I would like to be his child forever.
2. I don't know what topic you want to give you a people say "the world is only good mother", but in my childhood I always feel that my mother is not as good as people say.
Whenever I see other children fall, their mothers will always be eager to wow crying children picked up, cradled in their arms, and caress, the heart is always sour.
And when I fell, my mom always said, "Get up yourself.
I put up with the pain and tears, trying to get up, see my mom's expression of relief and satisfaction, I'm more aggrieved, but can not cry, for fear that my mother laughs at me not strong.
For this reason, my mom's face is always full of pride and success smile.
I always feel that my mother is the world's toughest mother, so that I grew up independent and strong character.
To be able to better adapt to society and life.
When I was in second grade, I caught a cold once, and I thought my mother would be as anxious as other mothers to carry me to the health center when I was sick.
But what I didn't expect was that my mom would say to me, "Your dad left today, and I can't drag myself to work, so go to the health center by yourself, tell the doctor about your condition, and they'll help you.
"I was stunned by these unexpected words, and my mind wandered to other children who were sick, and who could always be carried by their dads and coaxed by their moms to go to the health center.
And me? I have to go alone.
I had no choice but to go...
There is a person who cares about you, the composition of not less than 350 words
From childhood to adulthood, my mother is the person who loves me the most, she always take care of me and help me.
I remember once, my mom was sick, and that night, I had a fever at night because I caught a cold during the day.
Just when I was having a hard time, I was careless and touched a glass, I fell from the bed to the floor at once, and my hand was also stabbed by the glass, and blood flowed out.
It was my mom who got up at night and sent me to the hospital in time.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor first helped me clean the wound, and then measured my temperature, which was 39 degrees.
The doctor said that he was going to give me a hangnail, I was still small and scared, but my mom kept telling me: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all to get a hangnail, just like being bitten by a mosquito.
"But I was still very afraid, as if there was a rabbit in my heart.
When I was sticking the needle, my hands were already wet.
After a while, I realized that the needle had been stuck, and I couldn't help but relax a bit.
Then I fell asleep at some point.
When I woke up, I was already at home.
I was awake, but my mom was asleep.
Comforting me at heart time.
Mom mother's love is the greatest, mom is you help me in my difficulties, is you comfort me when I am sad.
Mom you are a sky, you are a mountain.
What you have done for me, I will never forget.
This is the person I am most touched by.
A helpful person essay about 350 wordsA helpful person Around us, there are many helpful people, such as my classmate Zhang Wenqi.
Zhang Wenqi is very pretty, with a big black grape-like eyes and a mouth that can talk a lot.
She is a big girl, lively, with her at all do not feel sad, only happy.
She is both a "happy fruit" and a good girl who helps others.
I remember one time in art class, I turned over the books in the bag all out, looking for, looking for.
Why?
Because I didn't have my art tools - colored paper.
I was so anxious, I was like an ant on a hot pan, I had no choice but to borrow it cheekily.
"Zhang Rui, can you lend me a few sheets of colored paper?" "Jin Ying, can you lend me a few sheets of colored paper?" "No way.
Sorry.
""Xu Liping, can you lend me a few sheets of colored paper?"" "No.
"I worked very hard to borrow colorful paper everywhere, but there was no one who would lend me, because their reason was: I just brought a few sheets to lend you.
I've seen people with boxes of coloring paper, and I've seen people with boxes of coloring paper, and I've seen people with boxes of coloring paper.
I was anxious because class was about to start.
I had no choice but to wait to be criticized.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Jing Huang!" I turned around in confusion, only to see Zhang Wenqi waving at me with a few pieces of colored paper.
I ran over, grabbed the colorful paper as if it were a lifesaver, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Zhang Wenqi!" It happened that this is the class *** ringing my uneasy heart calmed down not afraid of the teacher to punish me.
Sure enough, the teacher just walked into the classroom and asked, "Who doesn't have tools?" So many students stood up and honestly said, "Write a reflection!" Phew, I exhaled.
Fortunately, there is Zhang Wenqi, or I would have suffered, I am very grateful to her, a helpful girl.
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One winter night, the wind was cold, I was alone in the station waiting for the bus.
A moment later, there was another person beside me, an old man of fifty or sixty years old, with a big hat on his head blocking half of his face.
He was holding a broom in his left hand and a bag in his right hand.
The car came, we got into the car.
The car was very dark, there were not many people, I found a place to sit down.
The old man then sat right in front of me.
Although it was in the dark, I could see that he was wearing a dirty, wrinkled coat, and he couldn't stop looking at the ground, not knowing what he was looking for.
A moment later, he rummaged around in the bag and took out a small shovel, then suddenly he stood up, which scared me, he is not going to rob it! While I was so nervous that I was about to scream for help, he walked past me and started sweeping up the floor in the carriage.
This confused me: who was he? Why was he cleaning the compartment? I saw him cleaning slowly, and when he came to me, he accidentally knocked down my water bottle. He put down the broom and picked up my water bottle while saying "I'm sorry", and the voice sounded familiar.
It was already very late, and there were not many cars on the road.
Suddenly, I don't know where to blow a gust of wind, his hat blew off.
Huh? Isn't that the neighbor's grandfather? How did he get here? I stood up, picked up his hat and handed it to him, and that's when he recognized me.
Puzzled, I asked, "Why are you here?" He said unhurriedly: "Now these young people na, do not pay attention to the protection of the environment at all, the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games, to rely on the efforts of everyone ......" After the carriage cleaned up, he packed up his things, ready to get off, I said "There are still two stops to go!" But he said, "It's still early, I'll go back later.
"Said, he got off the car.
Looking at his back, looking at my familiar people, I was silent ...... one of my most familiar people
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