The light in my heart 1 flies over the flowers like bees and butterflies, flows through the valley like spring water, and finds water like people in the desert. It sounds like music, more like the immortal light that illuminates the road for us in the dark!
Books can increase our knowledge, let us make the past serve the present, know astronomy above and geography below. When I was seven years old, my mother gave me a book called Qian Wen Zi. That night, I almost didn't finish reading thousands of words and fell asleep. The next day, I took out my book and tasted it again, sketching out the main words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs ... I also came to ancient times as if on a time machine!
Reading can make us understand a lot about being a man and doing things, and let me understand the true meaning of the world. To this end, my father gave me a book called The Complete Story of Guiding Students' Life. When I first read this book, I was not interested at first, but when I read this book for the second time, I had a completely different view. It allows me to find my own shadow from other people's stories; Find your dreams from the efforts of others; Find your true self from other people's temperament ...
Looking through this book, perseverance, optimism and courage, and enterprising inspiration often make me immersive and can't help it! The book Nemo Island was given to me by my mother. This book is full of fairy tales, fantasies and wild talk, and at the same time it is so sincere and full of sunshine!
Reading is a good thing. Since it is a good thing, why not? Books bring us endless happiness. Books bring us wisdom. Reading nourishes our hearts, cultivates our sentiments, and makes us look back on yesterday, cherish today more and look forward to tomorrow! Book, a bright light in my life, illuminates my life!
There is a bright light in my heart, which guides the direction of my life and illuminates my way forward. This beacon is a famous detective whom I admire very much-Sherlock Holmes.
From the beginning of writing, I was disgusted with writing, because I always didn't know where to start. Once, my mother bought me a set of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. From the book, I learned that Holmes has amazing judgment and reasoning ability through continuous learning, continuous research and practice. All kinds of detectives he carried out were logical and reasonable. His explanations and judgments on various cases are clear and clear, which makes a very suspense problem solved and a mystery solved.
Holmes has been studying all his life. Although he has become a detective in England, he still studies hard. He deliberately rented a small house near the British Museum to continue to study the science and experience of detectives. Never too old to learn, I got the most authentic experience from him. His indomitable spirit is worth learning. From him, I understand that I should try to overcome and solve difficulties, not escape. I will read more books and understand more, learn knowledge from books and apply what I have learned. I will not only take off my hat as a "poor writer", but also learn from Holmes' indomitable spirit when I encounter difficulties in my study and life in the future. I will read more books, learn knowledge from books and read good books in the future, so as to master more scientific knowledge.
Sherlock Holmes-You are the light in my heart, and it is because of this light that I have strength!
A bright light in my heart composition 3 I saw a sentence in a book that day, which said that a father loves mountains and a mother loves lights. The mountains are towering in the distance and the lights are warm nearby, but I didn't fully understand this sentence.
In my memory, my father is as warm as a lamp to me, and my mother is the distant mountain. When I was a child, my father helped me every time something happened, and my mother didn't care.
I know my mother hates me because she preferred boys to girls, and I hate why I am a girl. I wish I were a boy, but I can't change the fact that I am a girl. And all I can do is ask everyone to accept me.
I go back and forth between school and home every day, studying and studying until one day.
That afternoon, I was playing with my friends. My mother changed her previous strictness and came to see me very gently, telling me to pay attention to the cold and left. She went to Xinjiang. I didn't tell my father, but I found out later. My father looked for her for a long time and even blamed me and asked me why I didn't keep her. I cried in fear.
China New Year is coming. My mother came back and dyed her hair yellow. She said that she often looked at my photos and missed me very much. Sometimes she cries when she looks at them, so she won't leave when she comes back this time. I smiled.
This is the ending I want.
When you walk on the dark night road, please don't be afraid. I believe that at the end of the road, there will always be someone waiting for you as always.
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There is a bright light in my heart, which not only illuminates my way of walking at night, but also illuminates my way of life.
It was the winter of the fourth grade of primary school, and once a newspaper was published. In order to "catch up", several other students and I went home very late. It was completely dark, with only a few scattered stars, and the street lamps on the roadside seemed sleepy. I have never walked alone for the night, and I have been timid since I was a child. I was so scared that I dared not stay for a moment. I almost ran all the way home, and the cold wind whizzed past my ears ... Oh, I finally got home. When I reached the stairs, suddenly, I saw a lamp, which gave off orange light, so quiet and so soft! Pushing open the door, I was greeted by the smell of my parents and food. There is a warm current in my heart, which melts my afraid heart. From then on, I am no longer afraid to walk at night, because I know that at the end of the road, there will be a bright lamp, orange light, which will illuminate my heart.
That "bright lamp" is irreplaceable in my life. It is like a guiding lamp in a foggy sea, illuminating my life journey. Now I understand that the orange light emitted by that lamp is actually the love of my parents, and it has always been with me during my growing years. That's my encouragement, my courage and my motivation to move forward.
The end of darkness, is it light? Yes, please believe that the lights are on at the end of the road as always. When you walk through the darkness, you will find that the quiet and soft light warms your heart instantly. ...
The lamp in my heart, composition 5, illuminates my way forward; It was that lamp that accompanied me to grow up; It is this lamp that keeps me warm.
The first time I went to kindergarten, you sent me there, which put me on the road of learning. I remember the first day of kindergarten. When I left home, I didn't want to go and cried at home, but you just pulled me into your warm arms and carried me away. I was very unhappy at that time, so I went against my teacher. The teacher said, "Let's start class. One, two, three!" " "I said," teacher, I want to go to the toilet! " "The students laughed and I laughed, but I don't know why the teacher's behavior surprised me. The teacher came over and smiled kindly and said to me, "Do you want to go to the toilet?" Teacher, go with you! Okay？ "I can't control my head, and the tie nodded, indicating that I can. At that time, the teacher praised me: "It's really good. "I found that kindergarten is actually not bad. Since then, you have driven me every day. It is you who light up my learning path.
After I entered the first grade, the school began to have various activities. On June 1st, our class danced. I needed to change clothes and make up. You get up early and arrange everything for me. Our program is about to begin. You helped me put on my dance costume. You help me make up. Later, with the improvement of grade, the school held various competitions. Skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock, etc. I reported kicking shuttlecock at that time. You practice hard with me every day until the day of the game. I won the game that day. It was you who grew up with me.
When I am sick, you treat me, pour me a glass of warm water and let me take medicine. Although the medicine is bitter, with that glass of water, it becomes sweet. When I left school, a gentle reminder warmed me.
It's you, mom. You are the light in my heart. Forever! Forever!
The light in my heart composition 6 The stars are asleep, and the night in early summer is deeper …
I still study hard at my desk, and my pen moves back and forth on the political book without stopping. It was late, so I leaned over and fell on the sofa.
"Li …" The alarm clock rang at five o'clock. I raised my eyes with difficulty and sat down at my desk again. Open the history books and read them again and again. After more than an hour, I slowly closed the book and went into the back room to wash. The exam is coming, and it is also appropriate to cram temporarily, at least to get some scores. But this sleep is not enough, but in order to reduce the Red Cross, it is still worth it.
Sit in the examination room, recall the contents of the review, and answer the questions according to the ideas in your mind, and you'll be done. Review for so long, for what? Actually, I'm not sure I only know that they did well in the exam, and the faces of their elders are filled with proud and happy smiles. On the contrary, what they see is a more bitter face than the "bitter gourd king" in the Year of the Rabbit. I am happy when others are happy; I'm not happy when others are unhappy, and the "Bitter Melon Face" obviously disappoints me. I know why and what to do, so I must work harder. It is said that there is a bright light in everyone's heart to guide the direction. Then the bright light in my heart is the smiling face of my elders.
Most girls are afraid of walking at night, so am I. After walking at night again and again and crying again and again, I finally couldn't help it and buried my head deeply in my arms. It seems that all the fears are coming at me. Some children's shoes say that it is better to think of someone when you are afraid and draw motivation from them. I did it. I found a comic book and remembered a beautiful teenager. When I felt scared, I thought about it and sang a few irrelevant songs, which really didn't scare me.
Isn't there another bright light in my heart-a beautiful teenager? I thought the same thing.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, and I always keep it-keep it. Fold a boat and throw it into the sea.
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China has a tradition of respecting teachers and valuing morality since ancient times. Teachers are always respected and loved by people. He taught us the truth of being a man and doing things, and he is the hero of human cultural inheritance. The annual Teacher's Day is coming. With laughter and tears, we bid farewell to the primary school teacher and stepped into the door of junior high school.
The autumn wind blew off the leaves on the branches. Pieces, pieces, let a person imagine a dead butterfly flying in the air; It also reminds people of my teacher, the gardener who works hard to cultivate flowers in the sunshine of the motherland.
My teacher, the teacher that students depend on and respect; Let us always care about grateful teachers; Teachers who put a band-aid on us when we are "injured"; The teacher who handed the umbrella and hot tea in the rain ... yes, sir. I miss you guys.
Once upon a time, ignorant and naive, we followed the teacher's footsteps and walked into the bright and spacious classroom under the guidance of the teacher. Under the careful guidance of the teacher, he has become much more articulate. Solve complicated problems that can't be solved under the patient explanation of the teacher's sentences; Learn the truth of adulthood under the personal guidance of teachers again and again ... time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. Time goes by, I don't know when your wrinkles leave traces of years, and your hair lines have traces of snow!
You are very supportive of my point of view, you can't find a reason to refute it, and you are willing to stand on the same front with me and go to heaven and hell together. So my soul has a side, and suddenly I no longer feel like a lonely wind, and I don't have to wander any more, but I can rest comfortably and feel sleepy at some time. But the wind is the wind after all, vacillating. If it stops, there must be a decision and a reason for the dust to settle.
Some people praised the teacher as a gardener and watered our flowers. Some people think that teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. I want to compare you to a bright lamp, which illuminates the road of students' life and the direction of our life.
I want to say:
Teacher, ah teacher. You are like a brother to me.
Teachers, teachers, like old friends. ...
Teacher's Day, as students, we sincerely wish all teachers in the world a happy Teacher's Day! I also wish teachers success in their work, good health and all their wishes come true. Peach and plum are all over the world!
Comments: Teachers are a bright light in students' hearts. Judging from the topic, the author wants to show the role of teachers in study and life, even in his own life. Why do you think differently from others and think that teachers are the bright lights in your heart? In practice, we can determine the center around the topic, which may be a look, a casual remark, or a quarrel with the teacher, but all of them have become turning points to change us.
The little author's practice language is fluent, his words are accurate and his emotions are full. Pay attention to the details, and the article will be more substantial.
A bright light in my heart composition 8 There is a bright light that has been shining in my heart, pointing out the direction for me; There is an emotion that has been deposited in my heart and I will never forget it. Teacher Deng, you are my beacon, and I will never forget your education and care. ...
The first time I saw you in the first class, I saw you walk into the classroom with a big stack of teaching books, gently put them on the podium, and said with a serious face, "I teach mathematics. You can call me Miss Deng." I was having fun with my deskmate just now, and when I heard you talking, I turned my eyes to you-medium build, straight nose, dark eyes, sharp eyes, and a dignified and powerful insight. This is my first impression of you.
At that time, I was very naughty, and your old-fashioned education method made me feel disgusted. Absent-minded in class, so the score failed to exceed 90 points. I remember once I got only 60 points in an exam, and you called me to my office. I hung my head, didn't dare to look you in the eye, grabbed my skirts, sweated slightly, rubbed my feet on the ground repeatedly, and sang "uneasy" in my heart, for fear that you would call my mother and accuse me of my evil deeds. My eyes are sore at the thought of my mother's fierce face. You seem to have seen through my mind, and corrected my mistake gently and calmly: "This question should be ..." You wrote down the correct answer process with a pen, and the blank of the paper was filled with dense numbers and symbols, until I understood all the wrong questions, I didn't let me leave. I'm confused. Teacher Deng didn't criticize me.
As soon as you got to the door, you gently urged, "Listen in class!" It's not a criticism, but a reminder and a warning. My mind is full of pictures of you giving me a lecture-you are sitting in your office chair, pointing a pen at the paper, and I stand by and you patiently explain and observe my reaction. After explaining, I still look blank. You just frown slightly. Tell it again right away. Your carefulness made me boldly raise my own doubts. Seeing this good omen, you smiled and solved my doubts one by one until I fully understood them. After the test paper was finished, you chose similar questions for me to train. After you finish writing, carefully correct it for me. Only after you get all the answers correctly can you smile comfortably. Thought of here, I can't help looking back with gratitude. You are busy again, constantly consulting books and materials and burying your head in preparing lessons. ...
Back in the classroom, my heart is very bad. When you take time out of your busy schedule to give me a lecture, I always disdain it, and tears can't help but overflow my eyes and cross my cheeks. In short, your actions are for my bright future; Generally speaking, it is for the hope of the future of the motherland. Thinking of this, my heart breathed a sigh of relief, dried my tears and plunged into the mountains and rivers like you.
Since then, I have listened carefully in any class. When I am distracted, I always recall the gentle voice of Teacher Deng: "Listen carefully in class!" " "Like a reminder, like a warning.
Teacher Deng, you are a bright light in my heart. Because of you, my life is warm as spring, and because of you, my life is full of flowers. ...
The bright light in my heart 9 books are like a bright light in the dark, which can show us the way forward; Books are like a delicious food when we are hungry, which can cheer us up.
Reading enriches life. In different moods, you can choose to read articles with different moods. Enjoy some elegant essays or essays in your spare time, and read a few unrestrained poems when you are strong-willed. Otherwise, after reading a lot of western classics, you might as well pick up a collection of Zhang Ailing's novels, savor the love of the whole city, or find a book "Selected Poems of Yu Guangzhong" to wash your dull head, and even Boyi's "Shu Tong" can satisfy your appetite. All in all, it means "everything you read in the book is impressive".
Life and books, books and life are inseparable for people who love reading. The relationship between man and books is very close, because man's spiritual food can reflect his inner world. How can a scholar with temperament indulge in shallow and obscure books? What kind of people will read what kind of books; Relatively speaking, what kind of books you read will make you. This may not be the rule, but it makes sense. In today's busy industrial society, if people do not have a little literary literacy as the basis and blindly pursue fashion and material enjoyment, they will always talk about money, houses and stocks are everywhere. Who is Shakespeare? It's jaw-dropping At best, this smelly person is just a tasteless and disgusting "hollow family".
The ancient poet said, "There is a poetic soul in the belly." A person's self-cultivation is exquisite, and his appearance is natural and graceful, and his vulgar words are full of burning brilliance (isn't it an exaggeration to use the phrase "the gas field is pressing"? I still remember that former American President Lincoln once said, "A man is responsible for his face after he is forty years old."
Why are some old people, although their heads are broken and their faces are full of vicissitudes, but their faces full of sadness and joy of life are peaceful, kind and boundless? But some of them are obscene faces? Nothing else. Live for food and clothing every day, but I don't know how to read more and enrich myself. Therefore, the longer you leave school, the more boring your language is and the more disgusting your face is. On the other hand, if you immerse yourself in the scholarly country for a long time, you will have exquisite mind, extensive knowledge, natural language and elegant temperament, which is called "bookish"! Of course, we don't need to emphasize what Huang Li, a famous scholar in ancient China, said: "If you don't study for three days, your language will be tasteless and disgusting." However, after being poor for several years, it is really vulgar.
Books let you walk the road of life, sing spring flowers and fall in love; Books let you enjoy swimming in the vast ocean; Books ignite hope, let you never lose your way in the long road of life, and always send your boat to the end of the road like a sail.
The bright light in my heart 10 There are all kinds of lights in the world. There are lamps used at home, table lamps used by our students, and traffic lights used on the road ... There are all kinds of lights in the world, but none can match the one in my heart-mom.
When I was a child, I hated eating nutritious and healthy foods such as vegetables, fungus and carrots. To this end, my mother thought of many ways for it, but it was useless. One night, my mother made my favorite fried meatballs, and I jumped three feet (though a little exaggerated) for joy. I bite a meatball as fast as mine sweeping. Sweep all ordinary meatballs. At this time, my mother fought back a smile and pretended to say casually, "It's delicious." "Mm-hmm." I nodded, without looking up. "Eat more when it's delicious." "Mm-hmm" "Right? ! You don't like vegetables? " Mother pretended to be surprised and said that she would pull the plate away. "ah? Don't! " I stopped mom's arm. "Is this a vegetable? ! I said how the taste has changed. " I suddenly realized. "Yes, your mother went to a lot of trouble for this!" Dad said with a smile. "Are you? Mom, you have worked hard! " Then I sat down next to my mother and rubbed his back exaggeratedly. "It's good to know." Mom is also very cooperative with me.
Mother's love is always meticulous. It was my mother who helped me when I was a toddler. When I was sick, it was my mother who brought me hot soup and hot rice. When I am sad, it is my mother who wipes away my tears ... caring for my beloved, just like a bright light, guiding me in the dark, so that I am not confused. Having him around will make me feel at ease, because he will let me have no worries! When he needs me, I will not hesitate to be her crutch.