In study, work or life, we are all familiar with the essay, with the help of the essay people can reflect the objective things, express thoughts and feelings, transfer knowledge and information. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays, the following is the first heart of the first three essays that I have carefully organized, welcome to share.
初心初三作文1Don't forget the original heart, so you can always.
These eight words have always been y engraved in my heart, because a person has to understand from the beginning to the end of what they need, what to give up, to adhere to their own hearts, learn to gain and lose.
When we choose to do something, or to pursue their own dreams, that initial goal in your heart, faith, I believe is more precious than anything, because he will become your driving force, will support your body and mind. Most of the time, when we meet difficulties, we will be very shaky and hesitant. At this point we wonder if what we are doing is worthwhile, if we are wasting our time. Maybe when we know that this thing will not succeed, but still follow their hearts, brave to do, then the final result will change some of it?
Friends, please remember, do not forget the original intention. In this busy world to adhere to their own hearts, do not be too much nothingness confused and lost their way, when you are rich, follow the original heart, do not desire to get too much, do not be greedy. When you are poor, follow the original intention, the more you work hard, the more fortunate you are.
Once upon a time there was a boy, very tall and handsome, graduated from the sports school, his dream is to become a basketball star like Kobe. Since he was a child, his grades have been very good, the score of the college entrance examination can let him have a lot of choice space, but he still chose the sports school. He said, "It's my first love, what I love to do."
The days in the sports school were hard, the daily training was overloaded, but he insisted, worked hard, did not miss every training, and never said bitter. Later, he succeeded and became a basketball player. In private, he was a quiet and shy big boy, but on the court it was a different story. Then a car accident took his legs and ruined his life. He begged hard not to have his legs amputated or he would die. But in the end, he couldn't escape this fate, and since then, he has become very quiet. He also went on hunger strike and committed suicide ---------------- In the end he only said, "If a man lives without meaning, then he is a waste, and I am that waste of air and food." He has been so disillusioned, until he came into contact with the "Paralympics Basketball Program", he felt that life has hope, hope again. With this, the basketball foundation of more than ten years was zeroed out, and he was sitting in a wheelchair. Tough to move, tough to throw the ball, but he did not give up, year after year, day after year to do their favorite things, he is still that teenager, that adhere to their own hearts of the teenagers.
Facing the sea, spring flowers, when we live, neither look at themselves too depreciated, and inferiority complex, but also do not look at themselves too high, and smug. Do not retreat in life, do not forget the beginning. Stick to yourself and be happy and overflowing.
May you not forget your beginner's heart for the rest of your life!
The first heart is the original dream of the heart. Holding on to this first heart, continue to move forward. -Title
Beginner's hope
I just stepped into the door of the junior high school, I always like to look at the display board, a face that has nothing to do with me, but every word, are tightly attracted to my eyeballs - a middle school, three middle school, four middle school, five middle school. . Familiar and unfamiliar places, but tugging at my heart. Throbbing, surging, longing, like seeds about to germinate, excitedly burrowing out of the soil. And the hope of the heart, also drilled out, when the first heart has hope.
The power of the first heart
With that first heart, hurried to the eighth grade classroom. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed like a white horse. Once the first heart, that hope, has been transformed into power, give me the power to move forward. Let me step forward step after step. I use the sweat of running to moisturize her, with the food of knowledge to cultivate her. Placing myself in a world where reading is a friend, learning is fun, and solving problems is interesting. Finally, she left behind a silky fragrance on the day when the hot summer is about to pass and the flowers are about to open. Because, at that time, the first heart has power.
The return of the first heart
It seems like a long three years, at this point there are only 20 days left. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. A moment, as if the previous pay all have a reply: once did not know the math problem, now will solve; never remember the formula, now will use; never willing to memorize the small subjects, now remember. As if the flowers quietly open, without trace, but left a brilliant. At that moment, with this first heart, the flowers slowly bloom. At that moment, the first heart of perseverance, there is a reward!
My first heart, not ordinary and not great, but I have been guarding her, on the road to the dream, take you forward together. I, promise you a lifetime not to give up, you hold me flourishing!
The first heart of the first three essays 3
Red dust disturbances, Xu Xu; lead washed out, at ease and at peace.
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If you are a fish, don't be obsessed with the sky, you should explore the ocean that you most longed for in the first place, if you are a bird, don't be infatuated with the sea, you should soar above the clouds.
Life may be bumpy and long, but it is also full of uncertain surprises. Indeed, life is not only in front of the meticulous, there are poems and faraway places, but in this ethereal and real life, how many stars in the spring, they are enchanting, they are delicate, they emit exciting breath, the only way to carry an unchanging heart, the reality of all things human can be glorious in the world.
Life in the beginning, since the sound, but also light a corner, do not forget the original heart. Maybe life is like this disturbance, and never lose a serenity, in my case, maybe life is crazy, although the dust heart chaos, and the original heart does not change, people should see clearly hidden in the chaos under the original heart, since "I would have become a king", why not "proudly look at the world male". The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time before I could see it. The ancient Greek temple engraved with the "know thyself" woke up how many confused people, a person seeks that body death but the heart does not change the original heart, and recognize their own inner journey to go how long, maybe there is a lifetime so long, maybe just a blink of an eye. 1912 that lazy spring, as Santayana's inner general peace and anxiety, like the last straw that crushed him, and the first thing that happened to him was that he had to go to the hospital to get the money. Like the last straw that weighed him down, the robin's call rippled his stubborn heartstrings, and he saw himself in a trance, the old man who should have been in his native town, smiling at his own shadow, and who rushed excitedly down from Harvard's rostrum, humming a little song back to his native land. He was a man of letters, bravely stepping out of the hustle and bustle of the city. A few years later a "British Soliloquy" told people that he recognized himself and found his beginnings.
How many people are looking for themselves, how many people miss themselves, but still in the sky to ask: "WhoamI? We ride the ferry wheel of time, but ultimately forget the other side of the shore that we were meant to reach. Organize your own heart, reacquaint yourself with yourself, find your own original heart, just like Su Shi said, keep its original heart, always the same. In the long road of life, the distant everything is so remote and uncertain, I can not see the end, more can not return to the starting point. Kant also once said, "Since I have chosen this road, nothing should prevent me from walking on it." But how many people are obsessed with the pursuit of fame and fortune, but forget their original intention, away from their original road further and further away. If you adhere to the original heart, it is like mountains and rivers, otherwise it would be better than the noisy twilight cicadas, although the day does not think about the night, but the original heart does not change, like the sun and moon like clarity.
Ancient people have said that "thousands of families have scattered wealth, not under the Bodhi tree," under the Bodhi tree, light mottled, green smoke, how many people throughout the ages, only know that the Bodhi heart, Bodhi son, Bodhi tree, and a realization, and a few people know what the Bodhi tree is under the enlightenment of the things. The enlightenment is oneself, is the original heart, is "why am I here and why am I here". Recall the past, the number of characters, who can understand, Taibai threw the pen spit Jinluan, and see him free the world, and the moon as a friend, the shadow into three; who can understand, Han Changli righteousness to advise the saint, from the glory of Changan, not afraid of the bones of the Zhangjiang River side of the burial. The Bodhi leaf is green and geometric, my heart is like a mirror and I know what I want. I'm not going to be able to get away with it, but I'm going to be able to get away with it, and I'm going to be able to get away with it.
If I am a fish, I have to explore the dream of the deep sea, not to be obsessed with the sky of the distant; if I am a bird, I have to roll up to ninety thousand miles, not to be infatuated with the vastness of the ocean.
I walk in the "know yourself" long road, the initial heart does not change, like a bright light, told himself: "to do their own hero of the world."
The first heart of the first three essay 4
Another almost to the plum blooming season.
In front of me as if such a picture appeared: not yet hunchbacked grandmother sitting on a small bench under the waxberry, wearing a heavy down jacket, I piled up snowmen around. Snow-white down jacket, snow-white snow, as if melting into one. And a little bit of yellow among the snow, but my day and night thoughts of the waxberry.
Lap-mei is not as noble as peony, nor as delicate as jasmine; she has always struggled to open in the snowy winter. Not petulant and cross, not forgetting the beginning, this is why I like it.
Once upon a time, the winter was not as warm as now, but it really snowed a lot, just a few times. The old family yard of the tree plum, is my soulful yearning.
When I was young, the reason I loved the plum was just good-looking. It's really nice to look at, and it's white and colorful, and it's even more fragrant. I remember that winter, I finished my homework and then yelled to go back home. The air in the countryside is very fresh, dewdrops hanging to the branches, so tender that you can pinch out the water. Grandma had already prepared a shovel and was waiting for me. The plum tree has not changed, snow pressure branches, head, waist, secretly spit fragrance. Grandma and I each have a shovel, in fact, when it comes to building a snowman, I'm just one person, Grandma is just sitting on a bamboo chair and watching me. The smile at the corner of that mouth, very warm and happy.
My wish at that time was very simple, that is, grandma, the snowman and Lamei.
I remember the steps I took to build a snowman, shoveling snow, pinching shapes, and putting on decorations. Whenever the last step was the most exciting moment for me. I tilted my head, lightly shook the plum, snowflakes, accompanied by a few brightly colored plum petals fell down lightly. Like a butterfly fluttering, and like a dancer gently twisting her waist. There will always be a few petals fall on the snowman's head, with the passage of time, the petals eventually fall to the ground, and the new petals will float up again, this is what I aspire to.
That night, it was the middle of winter. It was windy and snowy, and a typhoon was on its way. During the night, I had also worried about the situation of Lamei. But just thinking about her tenacious nature, I was able to sleep again.
The next morning, I got up in a hurry to see the status of the plum, the wind is still blowing. The wind is still blowing. The plum is almost broken by the wind, and the heavy snow is almost covering her delicate petals. I approached with a heavy heart, but a familiar scent came to my nose. I was shocked! Even in danger, the waxberry straightens its chest: even if it is burdened with a heavy load, the waxberry does not flinch.
I aspire to her qualities: not to flinch, not to be savage.
I think: for the plum, perhaps her original intention is to secretly spit fragrance!
At that moment, that touch of fragrance will always exist in my heart, reminding me also to not forget the original heart.
When we were young, we all heard the story of the kitten fishing, the kitten saw the butterfly while fishing, it put down the fishing rod and ran to chase the butterfly, and returned to the shore and saw the dragonfly, it ran to chase the dragonfly, and finally, the sun went down, it can only look at the empty blue, with a "gurgling" called stomach. It went home in frustration. What would have happened if he hadn't chased the butterflies and dragonflies when they flew by and just concentrated on fishing?
Is it just a fairy tale that the kitten was distracted and didn't get the fish? No, I think it expresses to us a kind of human attitude, an attitude of sticking to the heart in order to achieve the initial purpose.
There are many examples of sticking to the initial goal in our life, Che Hongcai spent his life writing a dictionary to benefit the country; Tu Youyou developed artemisinin after hundreds of experiments; China's women's volleyball team ushered in another championship after 12 years of disappointment and hard training ......
But what if they gave up in the middle of the process? What if they gave up? What if Che Hongcai couldn't take the boring work and went after the "butterflies" and "dragonflies" in the middle of his career? What if Tu Youyou had quit in the middle of her research because it was too tedious? What if the women's volleyball team can't stand the repeated failures, can't stand the grueling training day after day, and give up? If ......
I think that Che Hongcai will not realize the ideal of benefiting the country, Tu Youyou will not win the Nobel Prize, and the Chinese women's volleyball team will not achieve the Olympic Championship again ......
It is precisely because of their persistence in not forgetting the beginning of the beginning of the world that they It is because of their perseverance that they were able to achieve success in the end. We must adhere to the beliefs held at the beginning of the matter, even if we do not get success in the world, then when we are gone will certainly be successful.
The famous painter Van Gogh's paintings were not accepted when he was alive, and it was not until many years after his death that his paintings were appreciated and he became successful.
Therefore, we must adhere to our own beliefs, our own heart, and have the spirit of not fearing difficulties and obstacles, as long as our goals are meaningful, even if our behavior is not understood by people in the present world, then in the afterlife we will be successful.
In doing things and being human we must keep in mind an eight-word motto: "Do not forget the original intention, only to get always."
Some people say that life is like a climb. Climbing in the process of wind and sun, rain knock frost nature is the norm, wisdom is strong limbs, but not enough, personality is nylon rope. Only climb it, we can ride on the express train, open the door to success, towards the darkness.
I was struck by the story of Grandma Bing Xin. That day, Grandma Bing Xin was sick and hospitalized, and someone asked her, "What is the issue or situation you are most concerned about now?"
Grandma Bing Xin answered simply and touchingly, "The physical condition of elderly patients."
I remember reading this with tears in my eyes. Yes, "the beginning of man, the nature of goodness" tells us: the original human heart is originally good, which is the personality. Guard the good "good" has a huge infectious force, just like Bing Xin grandmother sick still care about others.
My life has this experience. In the past, I used to think: "all things are inferior, but only high reading", do not want to communicate with others, and do not want to help others, just want to bury their heads in the hard reading. As a result, I was at the top of the list, but I didn't have any close friends. I had chagrin, had felt lonely, do not know what to do. One day, my father enlightened me, "Why don't you communicate with and help others?" I gradually tried to help others more in my studies and take the initiative to communicate more in my daily interactions. Slowly, I realized that my classmates were also very cheerful, and I gradually became friends with them. I used the fire of kindness to untie the bonds of loneliness and frost, and blew away the haze of my old consciousness with the wind of not forgetting my beginnings. My junior high school life into a colorful picture: the sun shines, my friends and I together into the knowledge of the garden; green playground, my friends and I together run forward; square inch desk, my friends and I together buried hard reading; book rhyme classroom, my friends and I together taste of the wisdom of the teachings of the ......
In this way, I went to the The darkness is bright.
The famous host Bai Yansong once said: "Good personality is our first heart, personality is the highest degree." We have been detained by the pursuit of "merit and fame" desire, forget it, back to the original state of mind, back to the original good.
The "mountain of water" often makes us restless, thinking that there is no way out. Don't forget your own heart - the good heart, noble character, towards the darkness of the light! Sea and sky, beautiful mountains, beautiful realm is waiting for you to find.
The first heart of the first three essays 7The mountains are beautiful, the smoke is filled, the spring water stirs the stone, that dream of the fairyland. Last summer vacation, I finally had the opportunity to visit.
When I learned that I could travel to Sanqing Mountain with my parents during the summer vacation, I was exceptionally excited, and early on, I was ready.
But although well-prepared, until at the foot of the mountain, I really feel its lofty, smoke in the mountainside dispersed, the top of the mountain vaguely, sometimes appear, sometimes disappear in the clouds.
The hike began, with birdsong everywhere. Surprisingly, as the altitude rises, the heat of the climb disappears. According to the plan, at night, we rested on the mountainside for the night, and climbed to the top early the next morning to see the sunrise.
At 4:00 a.m., there was a light drizzle in the sky, and we thought we wouldn't be able to see the sunrise today, but we started to climb to the top with the intention of giving it a try. This last section of the road is called "a line of heaven", as the name suggests, it is very steep, coupled with a light rain, so that the already difficult journey to give birth to a sense of fear. As we slowly made our way up the locks, the rain hit my face and made it feel cold and clammy. Countless times, I wanted to give up, but before my father's guidance, after my mother's encouragement, I insisted.
Finally, we reached the top, and at five o'clock, the rain stopped. We looked at the sky in the east with anticipation, living up to expectations, a ray of red light from the sky, illuminating the dark world, the ball of fire rose higher and higher, the clouds on both sides were dyed crimson, less than two minutes, the sky is bright.
A rainbow across the sky, my eyes snapped a figure, "bamboo cane and shoes light than the horse, who is afraid, a straw raincoat smoky rain Renping life!" The wind is again big, he does not panic, let the wind blow away his long hair, the rain is again wild, he is not afraid, let the rain beads knocked his face. The wind and rain, bamboo staff and shoes, he was not surprised, he was not busy, calmly walking in the rain.
Yes, there is nothing to fear from the storms of life! Keep a calm and optimistic heart, laugh at the storm, even if the road is difficult, we will see the ray of sunshine.
The sun is rising, the sunshine on my body, warm feeling.
"Returning, there is no storm nor sunshine!" Walk calmly through the storms of life. After the storm, there is always a rainbow, and, the bigger the storm, the more beautiful and spectacular the rainbow under the sun.
初心初三作文8The captain and I wore fluorescent-colored uniforms, and the two of us held the first-place banner together.
The warm wind blew the hair of both of us, a little fairy sense of meaning, behind us is a road on campus. Roadside is an old tree, the leaves of the shadow permeated with a few tiny light spots, especially beautiful. The two of us smiled quite warmly, the tassel at the bottom of the banner whisked loose, there is a basketball on the ground, the ball vaguely written "women's basketball".
That day was the last game of the group stage, which determined whether the next situation and the situation is easy or difficult. To my surprise, the coach sent me to the court with the idea that I should not hesitate and be confident.
In the last three minutes, the score came to "31:31", and because of the hesitation in the front, the team lost a lot of points. I began to be a little timid, do not dare to go forward to ask for the ball, suddenly the ball to my hands, the captain's hoarse voice to my ears: "decisive point, throw, it does not matter! Vote!"
Yes, never hesitate, you can, I thought to myself. So pretend to do a shooting posture, when the opponent to me a fierce pounced, looking at her that "tiger eat people" expression, I shook, and then dribbled a step of the ball, she pounced on the air, followed by the trend of shooting, a second does not delay, the other side of the center want to cover me "hat", the result of the moment I shot, the other side of the center want to cover me "hat", the other side of the center want to cover me "hat". As a result, in the moment I shot, she "pop", hit my hand, fortunately the ball hit, and she was fouled, so I made a free throw, the same is no hesitation, confidence in the ball shot, still hit! For the team to fight back three points, this is the game left 41 seconds, we kick off, ready to go, a fast break to take the game. The team also took the first place, after the award, I and the captain took the picture of the clear.
Once I, dodge the ball, escape, hesitate, in the stadium as a fish in the water - open eyes sleep, froze, and when I hold the banner in my hands, confident smile, only to realize that: do not hesitate, do not simply rough, rash, only calm and resolute is the so-called "rational". The only thing that is so called "rational" is to be calm and resolute.
Always think of that photo, in the infinite long road, there is a concrete road, red grass road, the end of each road, both for their own progress and is oriented to the next step of the unknown starting point.
Running 800 meters, always think of that photo, dare to fight themselves can appear on the field, in the passionate track and field runway why not! Time and time again to challenge their own ` limit, time and time again to break through, the mind is still that photo.
When you get along with others, you will always think of that photo and remind yourself to be confident, and that gentle smile has to have a real basis, never fake.
The banner whisked up, the summer is coming, always remember that photo, called not forgetting the beginning.
Thank you for that photo, let me always remember, let me realize that I can not live up to their suffering, sorry for their ambition.
Beginner's mind junior essay 9"The eagle fluttered its wings and stirred up a thousand waves, and the roc spread its wings and flew over ten thousand mountains." I remember the principal saying that the Roc Stone was fought back to the school as an inspirational stone after several attempts. Since then, the roc stone has been inspiring our Binzhong generation after generation of students ......
Helplessly, time flies like an arrow, day and month like a shuttle. In the early summer of a rainy day, the midterm examination results came out, looking at the test paper full of red crosses, I really want to find a crack to drill in. After school, walking aimlessly in the Roc Square, although the square after the rain is particularly beautiful, but I do not care to appreciate, the heart of the blood is still stuck in that paper full of red crosses. Thinking of their parents' expectations, the teacher's hard cultivation of their own, a crystal teardrops out of the socket. Just as I reached out to wipe away the tears on my face, but unintentionally glimpsed the rain washed roc, it is still standing, eyes always staring into the distance. I suddenly realized: it must be nostalgic for the vast sky, and thus unremittingly accumulate strength, dreaming of someday soaring in the sky! The roc is so ambitious, so I can not admit defeat, I should not weep for the failure of a test, not to mention a small setback and fall down.
As the saying goes, life is wonderful because of dreams, and dreams are beautiful because of hard work. All of the successful people are big dreamers, all like the roc as embracing a big idea. Helen Keller is not because of the dream and thus can be amazing perseverance to achieve success? Time like a white horse, fleeting. Three years of study, the end of the term is only about a hundred days left. In order to their own ideals, but also in order to live up to the expectations of teachers and parents, we should work hard. Along the way, accompanied by our side is not only the lonely figure, but also stands in the square that ambition in the blue sky, self-improvement of the roc. And the spirit of the roc, is not it worth learning?
In learning and life, we should be like the roc, have their own dreams, have a firm will, have a persistent pursuit, and to have for the realization of it and the spirit of unremitting efforts. Qu Fu once said, "A hundred gold to buy steeds, a thousand gold to buy beauty, ten thousand gold to buy high titles, where to buy youth?" No struggle, not youth, if people do things are willing to mediocrity, then such a life, and what is the meaning of it? People from all walks of life have their own dreams, protect the country, let the people live and work in peace and happiness is the dream of the military; stick to their posts, saving lives is the doctor's dream; in addition to violence and peace, punish evil and promote good is the dream of the police ...... We are still young now, we also have a dream, so do not because of a small failure to forget their original intention, but Should strive hard for their own dreams, and take one failure as an opportunity to sharpen their will. Don't wait for leisure, white youth head, empty sorrow! We as Binzhong people, more should be like the roc to set up ambitious aspirations, because people with dreams will be more confident, confidence can give us endless power!
As the saying goes: "Failure is the mother of success." How can we see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? Friends, in order to their own dreams, let us not forget the original intention, hard work, to overcome all the difficulties!
The first heart of the junior high school essay 10
Not messed up in the heart, not solid in the feelings, not afraid of the future, do not think of the past, so that we can not forget the first heart to adhere to the dream.
--Title
Rain, has been falling.
In my hands, the report card was crumpled, and the corners were already wet with sweat from my palms. I stood in front of my house, looking at the black iron door and hesitated to reach out. Finally, I took a deep breath, opened the door, entered the house, and closed the door.
"Mom, I failed math again, still not on a hundred points, far from the target score!" Before my mom could ask, I said a series of words, and then silently hung my head, ready to meet a storm of "baptism".
Mom seemed to stare at me for a while "Well ...... go for a walk with me.
"Ah? Out? That math ......? Not to mention it's raining ......" I was stunned speechless by my mom's answer.
"It's okay, learning is not urgent in this moment, we go to the People's Park to walk, soothe the mood." Mom said in a serious tone.
I walked on the muddy road with an umbrella, the rain crackled on the umbrella surface, causing me to be even more upset.
Mom finally spoke up, "What do you think of the test?"
"Poor!"
"And have you reflected on why?" Mom asked.
"There's nothing to reflect on. Since the third year of junior high school, I do not know how much effort for math, learning methods have changed a lot, all do not see the results ...... So much for that."
Mom paused for a moment and said, "Tell you this, do you think the home People's Park is a little far?"
"Well, it's not there yet." I muttered, slightly annoyed.
"But you know, there is a path after all, and if you keep moving forward, you'll get there eventually." I was a little puzzled, not understanding why I would say that." Exploration is necessary, although sometimes we can't see the result for a while, but can we give up on it? As long as we hold on to our beliefs and keep working hard, there will always be results right?"
Yes, mom's words, remind me of my own wrong book, now the wrong questions have become less and less, this is not the results, how can we give up halfway?
A moment of failure is not terrible, the past has passed, the only way to grasp the present, do not forget the beginning, adhere to the dream, in order to go to success.