I have been an impatient person since I was a child. My mother criticized me many times, and I always smiled and said, "What's wrong with that?" My mother always shakes her head in distress and helplessness.
However, one thing that happened that day changed my view of myself.
It was a weekend, the weather was particularly refreshing and I was in a good mood. Go home, yes! My sister came back with a book in her hand-Grimm's Fairy Tales. I jumped three feet high with joy: haha! The weather is so good today, something good is coming!
Put the book down and I'll find Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue is my best classmate. I know she likes reading fairy tales best. She likes the kindness of Snow White and the seven dwarfs. She hates the scam that cats and mice make friends.
I sent Xiaoxue away, did my homework for a while, and then went to read a fairy tale book. Who knows, the book is gone, "Mom!" I shouted, "Which one of you has taken my fairy tale book?" But no one answered me. They are all out.
Suddenly, Xiaoxue's obsession with reading came to mind. Maybe it was her. As soon as my brain gets hot, I'll ask her.
"Did you take my fairy tale book?" I asked anxiously.
"I didn't see it. Did I leave it at home? " She smiled. It's okay not to laugh. A smile made me think she took it.
I went home and looked for it again, but I still couldn't find it. I took three steps and did two. I went to her door again and said loudly, "Did you take it?" Give it back to me. "
"I ... I ... I didn't take it!"
Seeing her stuttering, I believe it is her even more. "It's you, it's you, bring it!" An ugly word came out like a barrage.
She can't stand it any longer. Tears rolled down her face, and she ran into the door crying.
I didn't get my book back either, so I went home angrily. I lost my temper and told my mother one by one, but my mother's face suddenly turned cloudy.
"When I was cleaning my room, I found your book under the bed." Obviously, my mother was angry.
I suddenly realized. In the morning, I asked her to come to my house and take out the fairy tale book to read with her. My brother suddenly jumped out-I threw away the book, we went after my brother together, and when we came back, we forgot about it.
"Don't apologize?" Mom said sternly.
"Apologize, will she forgive me? what can I say? I ... "A string of question marks appeared in my mind.
On the way to her house, I was always uneasy-she opened the door and her eyes were still red. Must be very wronged and sad.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong about you! Please forgive me? " My voice is so low that I can hardly hear my own voice. I summoned up the courage to look up at her. She has a smile on her face. "Did she forgive me?" I thought to myself.
"Come in and play!" She said to me, with a smile on her face, "I don't understand your impatience?"
We are good friends again!
Then I got rid of my impatience.
The car is driving on a winding mountain road, surrounded by mountains and green water. Looking at the endless green outside the window and looking up at the tall and straight peaks in the sky, time seems to have stopped. I looked at the mountain road stretching ahead and sighed slightly sadly: "Where are we going?"
The car stopped suddenly and woke me up. I looked out of the window in amazement, only to see several magnificent wooden buildings rising from the ground, among which the building support has been completed, like an empty skeleton, vaguely showing its future grandeur and momentum. My parents called me down to enjoy it, but there was no nostalgia for this dusty construction site. Reluctantly got off the bus, walked around, and came back disappointed.
"How lucky you are if you can see its true meaning." I left this sentence to it and the car drove away.
proposal
The car is driving on a straight and wide road, and the tunnel and Gao Qiao show their magical powers. In just 20 minutes, we crossed the space for two hours. Green mountains and green waters remain the same, just a little ethereal and ethereal, and it is also a dream. The mountains and rivers seem to have gained life and are beating vividly, just like the desire in my heart.
Now, I stand in front of Anfu Temple. The accumulation of day and night, the patchwork of bricks and tiles, makes this ancient temple in the mountains look antique, and finally it has become an illusory blueprint of the past.
The car left, but I came here to see its beauty and record my desire. This is a brilliant reappearance; This is nostalgia for the past.
Palace hall
Looking at Anfu Temple from a distance, a thick ancient rhyme of Buddha incense came to my face. Ginkgo trees, Hongqiao welcoming guests and cobblestone paved roads on both sides of the road declare the grand momentum of this temple. Red walls, black tiles, lotus jasper and upturned cornices make this ancient temple with a thousand-year history more solemn. All kinds of halls are strewn at random, pavilions and corridors are inlaid, and the workmanship is exquisite, just like the creator scattering stars all over the sky for the benefit of all beings.
Stepping into the main hall, the atmosphere is magnificent, and several solemn giant buddhas are silent in the hall. All believers bow down and pray for good luck in the coming year and pin their hopes on the future. Looking up at the top of the resplendent Temple of Heaven, it shines on everyone here and millions of people in Qian Qian. This is the meaning of Anfu Temple, a sacred place on earth.
fossil
I always sigh that time goes by like water. As everyone knows, this is only a tiny detail in the long river of history, and life is only a hundred years.
In Anfu Temple, there is a fossil tree 200 million years ago. Under the scouring and polishing of time, it is no longer a tree, and its body is no longer composed of fibers, but constantly flies and sublimates. It has the appearance of a tree, but it has a rock-solid heart. When its partner is buried underground, it turns into coal and is burned mercilessly; It is still standing, experiencing wind, frost and cold, and finally has the honor to become a fossil and see the light of day again. It's a tree god and a tree demon. Time spans 200 million years, and we deeply realize our smallness and ignorance.
The bottomless crust, how many such fossils are waiting for us to explore!
End of movement
The ancient rhyme of the Buddha's fragrance in Anfu Temple engraves the good old days and shows the growth of my mind. I wonder what it's like to meet again.
The third article of the eighth grade composition "I can do it!" This sentence often hangs on my lips and almost becomes my mantra. No matter in my study or in my daily life, I always say to myself, "I can do it!" " "I can do it. It inspires me to move forward.
See that high mountain? It's hard to turn over, but I always say to myself, "I can do it!" " "Although it is difficult to read the thinking questions in that book, I still said to myself," I can do it! " "See that long runway? Facing the strong pressure from my opponent, I still said to myself, "I can do it!" " "In daily life, you need to shout to yourself everywhere;" I can do it! "
Once, I was doing an Olympic math problem, but I couldn't start thinking about it again and again, so I wanted to give up and write the answer when the teacher spoke tomorrow. At this time, "I can do it!" Three words seem to echo in my ears, and I think: how did a person who often said "I can do it" give up? So, I re-established my faith and continued to think with confidence. Five minutes have passed, 10 minutes have passed. . . . . I didn't waver at all, because I firmly believed: "I can do it!" " "I tried to find another way while telling my teacher about the past methods. Finally, this problem was overcome by me bit by bit!
Look at those flowers, how many ups and downs they have experienced. Although they look so delicate, in fact, how powerful their hearts are!
I want to tell the world loudly: "I have confidence, I can do it!" " This is the sonorous declaration of my successor in this new century.
A few months ago in Sichuan, life was so fragile; A few months later in Sichuan, life was so strong.
When the earthquake happened, we had to sigh that human life was so fragile in front of nature: villages and counties were razed to the ground, roads and rivers were blocked, countless fresh lives were frozen, and houses were shattered ... However, in the following days, we marveled at the strong survival instinct and viability of human beings: self-help after the disaster, walking for 24 hours, and being hit by stones all the way. Those who were finally rescued, those who were still conscious after being crushed under the rubble for more than 65,438+000 hours, and those who saw their legs survive by themselves ... We were also deeply impressed by the great energy generated by the people of China's solidarity and mutual assistance in the face of disasters, forced to March without roads and bridges, volunteers working for 40 hours continuously, medical workers working selflessly, and donations from all walks of life ... We shed tears for those lost compatriots and gave up for many people.
Children studying under the ruins are so calm that adults have to admire them; The boy who saluted on the stretcher believed that the soldiers he witnessed would never forget, and advised the rescue team to save other girls first. She is optimistic and clear-headed, and she knows very well that time is life at this time. Seriously injured, he insisted on comforting his fellow students in the ruins, supporting the broken hearts of others with the last strength of his life; Protecting the child's mother with her own body, I believe that is her instinctive reaction; The teacher who led the whole class to escape successfully but lost his daughter is not only a "teacher" but also a "father"; Seeing a rescuer who calls for help from himself but saves other children first will make him sad all his life, but I think if he is given another chance to choose, he will still do so. We have to applaud the student who has just been rescued; Young people who have suffered disasters at home but are in other places know how to deal with the relationship between "everyone" and "small family"; Zhang Quanling, who just came down from Mount Everest and transferred to the front line of the disaster area, is an excellent journalist. Can't a soldier who drinks a bowl of porridge a day and works continuously be called a steel guard? ..... Great love is seen in great disasters, but true love is seen in adversity.
Half a year, the snow moves, and people will conquer the sky.
Grade 8 composition 5 "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world." Whenever I hear this song, I will think of our lovely class.
On one occasion, the school organized a spring outing. When the students heard the news, they all jumped with joy, as if everyone's heart had flown to "Elephant Neck Mountain". The students rushed to the platform and asked the teacher how long the spring outing would last. The teacher said that because the place was far away, they wanted 5 yuan to hire a car. The monitor looked at the classroom on the podium and saw Cui Hong lying on the desk, frowning. The monitor thought that she was ill, so she should have a rest. After class, the monitor went to the office to hand in his homework, only to see Cui Hong say in front of the teacher, "My mother is ill, so I won't go because I have no money to pay the fare." The monitor ran back to the classroom in three steps and said anxiously to his classmates, "We are all going for a spring outing, but one classmate's mother is ill and can't go for a spring outing because she has no money to pay the fare." Do we have the heart to leave her as a female classmate at home? " The student said, "Who is it?" "It's Cui Hong," said the monitor. We will donate money to her so that she can go for a spring outing. After lunch, the students rushed to the school to give the money to the monitor, who counted it and said excitedly, "That's enough! Enough! Even the tea fee on her way has been paid. " The monitor took the money to Cui Hong, who took it with trembling hands and was too excited to speak. The next day, we got on the bus and went for a spring outing. Cui Hong sat in the first row, smiling, and the students were singing.
As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place, won't it?
You are a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating my way forward; You are a warm coat, which resists the cold wind and warms my body; You are the root of the tree, absorbing nutrition and nourishing my growth ... Grandma, I know your love!
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots.
When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and I always lived with my grandmother. Grandma is nearly 50 years old and still young and beautiful. She is a well-paid pharmacy manager. But in order to take better care of me, she resigned.
In hot summer, my grandmother forbade me to eat popsicles and always gave me bitter mung bean and lily soup. Whenever I want to eat popsicles, she always holds my hand tightly and pulls me out of the freezer, while seriously saying, "Eating popsicles often hurts my stomach, all of which are additives ..." Listening to grandma's kind words, I can't help complaining to her. In the summer night, the heat is unbearable and there are many mosquitoes, but I can sleep peacefully. That's because grandma always holds her big cattail fan and keeps fanning me to repel insects. When I woke up, grandma was rubbing her sore arm and preparing breakfast.
Summer cicadas rush out and new autumn geese come.
After kindergarten, I always listen to stories. So, grandma put on reading glasses and told me stories repeatedly ... Before going to bed, grandma always asked me to recite two sentences of "Saint Amethyst". Grandma read first, and then I read: "At the beginning of life, human nature is good ..." From time to time, an old man and a young man read aloud in the room. Grandma also taught me to recite ancient poems, first "Thinking about a Quiet Night", then "Early Sending Baidicheng", and finally even "Mulan Poetry" was recited.
Grandma was my first teacher and planted the seeds of literature in my heart.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
I have been sick since I was a child, and I often cough and catch a cold. The hospital has become a place where we often go. One winter, I contracted pneumonia. My grandmother brought me tea and water all day, fed me medicine, and sent me to Shanghai after three days without improvement. I stayed in a hospital in Shanghai for half a month. This half a month, my grandmother didn't sleep once, and her hair turned white. Every morning when I wake up, I always see my grandmother holding my hand and falling asleep in bed. The sun shines on her, everything is so quiet and beautiful, but my heart is sour.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Now that I have grown up, there are two treasures in our family. My grandmother is busy taking care of them and has little contact with me. Every time I see grandma, she seems to have a few more white hairs. I don't talk to her much, but I can see from her concerned eyes that her love for me has not diminished. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, the first sentence I hear is "How's your health recently? Are you happy at school? " Grandma values health and happiness more than grades!
Grandma never expresses her love. I know that love is speechless; Grandma always reminds me repeatedly, I know, this is concern; Grandma is very strict with me, I know, this is the expectation; Grandma never complains, I know, this is dedication!
I know you, grandma's love, selfless love without words!
Eight-level composition 7 Gravel accumulation, repeated condensation of smoke, rendering the grandeur of the desert solitary smoke; The gurgling springs converge into rivers before the waves of the sea and the sky gush out; The mountains are continuous and the red leaves are intertwined, showing the beauty of the mountains ... It shows that only you and I can work together to create tomorrow!
Unity, let life continue! On a grassland, the fire was burning, and the fire surrounded an ant colony living here. In an emergency, they didn't hesitate, didn't flinch, and didn't fear. They still formed an ant ball and braved the blazing fire. Listen, the outermost ant died of scratching and burning; Smell ants burning. Aren't you shocked by his life spirit? Do you remember the flying impala? On the cliff, pairs of antelopes rose in the air and set up a rainbow of life. No competition, no crowding. The action of animals in the most dangerous moment is awe-inspiring They exchanged death for new life, and they created a bright future for mankind!
Collaboration makes wisdom shine! Do you remember Marx and Engels, two great men? They are close friends and like-minded comrades. They care about each other in life and encourage each other in work! Cooperation breeds Marxism, the banner of human progress, and depicts a bright future of social progress!
Join hands to make dreams come true! A Qinghai-Tibet line, crossing history and future; The road to heaven carries dreams and hopes; Brave people on the top of the earth, with their sweat, youth and blood, wrote a harmonious hymn, let them work together to create the most magnificent railway in the world!
Bing Xin said: "Love is on the left, love is on the right, sowing and flowering at any time on both sides of life!" " I want to say: "You are on the left, I am on the right, you and I work together to create a better country!"! " "
I don't want to be a chicken under the wings, I want to be an eagle flying freely. Open your wings and let me leave this cage of love!
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The dream of weaving a golden cage is glittering, but the road to it is smooth. Although there are many forks in the road, I am led by people, a road you think is smooth, but I blindly follow it and don't know my future? You can't have your own pursuit ...
I have been obedient since I was a child. My parents told me to go east, but I dare not go west. Let me go forward, I dare not retreat. I've been following blindly. My parents paved a smooth road for me. In my study, they ask me to do my best, but I always do my best and I can never please them. Repeated reprimands, repeated beatings and curses made me completely lose confidence and I gave up. I started a strong resistance. Although I failed every time, I still resisted.
I won't go the way they arranged for me, I'll start my own way.
Although you stumble over a stone, you should feel your way forward. I still have to smile with tears and move on. Because this is the road I chose, I don't regret it. When I broke into a world, I told myself that I could do it. When I began to be keen on my own world, they stopped me with concern Paper is flying, ink is splashing, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. I clearly know that there will be thorns in my path. But in order to go my own way, I insist. The composition can be rewritten, the ink can be bought again, and the cloudy sky can be exposed to the sun again. I will stick to my own path. They are tired and willing to let go, while I fly freely in my own sky.
When my efforts have paid off, when my sky is finally surrounded by happiness, I know that sometimes it seems wrong to let go, and sometimes it is not a great wisdom.
Believe me, not all roads are smooth. But it is also wise to let go of love!
The eighth grade composition 9 is like a beautiful picture frame in a cartoon. After the stars and the moon appear, the smile disappears. ...
It's late at night, the wind is blowing, and thin clothes are flying. It seems a little cold.
The cold moonlight made me afraid to look up. I pretend to be strong on the surface, but I'm still so fragile inside. Even if you cry, you should hold back the sting in your heart, say goodbye to others with a smile, and then hide in the corner to vent? Maybe ... here's the thing. ...
His face is still so pale, and he is weaker against the starlight and moonlight. The weeds by the lake are still swaying in the wind, but they have no intention of being blown into the air. The stars are reflected in the water, as if they can be held in their hands as long as they squat down gently.
Laughing at your naivety and disguising yourself so deeply is just to make others laugh? Stupid! When you are most lonely, is there anyone with you? In that case, why make yourself so tired? You want to cut off all the scars on yourself? That's not worth it, is it? You know, they laugh at you to your face and call you hypocritical behind your back! Why are you wasting your smile again?
There was a sneer on my lips, and I only felt a liquid with my body temperature across my cheek, slowly ... slipping to my lips and seeping into my mouth. Somehow, I actually tasted a little bitterness. Perhaps the best ending is to wait for the next one to start again, take off this expired disguise and put on another one. Now, you can be yourself.
It was late at night, the wind was blowing, and I cried.
There is no hurdle in life.
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Another year of green grass.
I sat on the swing in the park and looked at the pavilion in the distance. My mother's words echoed in my ears: "My child, I firmly believe that there is no hurdle in life." In a word, it almost made me cry. put back the clock ...
It's Xia. The peony flowers outside the window are in full bloom. I looked at the washed blue sky outside the window, clenched my fist in resentment and smashed the glass in my hand. My mother heard the voice and looked at me with a frown: "Son, let me take you out for a walk. The flowers in the park are blooming ..." Her voice was a little shaky. "I'm not going! Leave me alone! " I'm always so grumpy. Looking at my mother's almost begging eyes, I finally lost: "I'm sorry." Mother was very happy, and the raised corners of her mouth led to gaunt wrinkles: "Good! We are leaving! "
Silence all the way.
When I arrived at the park, I sat on the cool chair in the pavilion with the help of my mother. Watching the children in the park play heartily, my eyes were covered with fog unconsciously. My mother saw me like this and turned her back secretly. After a while, she turned around and smiled at me: "Son, we are not afraid. This is just a minor operation. We believe that there is no obstacle in this life. Isn't it? " My heart suddenly breathes, as if something suddenly blooms in my heart. I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes for my mother and nodded firmly.
Back in the hospital, I was no longer so grumpy and lost my temper. Because, my heart has been engraved with that sentence:
There is no hurdle in life.
I grew up in the rough, I am confident, I am strong.