It's really not easy to write 1. My mother is a complete shopaholic. It is really not easy to save money in her eyes.
When she goes shopping, the speed of taking goods from the shelves is amazing, faster than that of African leopards. She never looks at the price tag, and the shopping cart always becomes full unconsciously. When checking out, the credit card waved as if money was nothing to her, and the poor credit card was always "slimming" innocently.
Finally, there was a financial crisis in China. It's time for my father to return the credit card. The ATM machine shows "3,800 yuan in arrears". Seeing this figure, my father frowned and turned to me: "Where does your mother spend so much money?" I told a "bad case" in detail because I couldn't help my mother's bad habits.
When I got home, my father looked dignified and even a little scary. The reason why dad is so angry is because he discussed changing cars with his mother a while ago, and his family was short of money. I know the "Finance Minister" dad is going to show off. He patted the table and leaned over to his mother: "I decided to confiscate your credit card from now on and give you 2,000 yuan a month until there is obvious deposit at home, and then consider relaxing the policy." My mother paused. This sudden blow made her drop everything at hand and looked at my father and me in horror, as if asking me with her subtle expression, "Did you sue?" I winked at her and told her, "Just do it, you can hide from the sky, but you can't escape from the sea!" My mother turned to my father for help, coquetry, begging for mercy, excuses and swearing, but she couldn't beat my father's orders.
In the next few months, my mother seemed to lose her soul, but I did see her change obviously. As soon as she was free, she habitually turned on Taobao, but before she opened the page, she suddenly shivered, turned it off in a hurry and smiled at me awkwardly. When visiting the supermarket, I just took out one yuan to rent a shopping cart, patted my head, quickly put it in my bag and took a shopping basket with limited content. She always thinks twice before meeting beautiful clothes. She used to look at the price tag and ask about the material. After a long time, she tried on a satisfactory one.
In this way, a few months later, my father called a family meeting again. I can see that dad is in a good mood. He said cheerfully, "in recent months, we finally have a deposit at home!" " The biggest credit is the wife! Wife has worked hard! "Mom said quickly," it's not difficult, it's not difficult. It's all because I was so extravagant before! After these days, I also want to understand! No matter how beautiful life is, we should also pursue the new fashion of thrift. I will continue to work hard. " I laughed into a ball.
The credit card storm finally ended temporarily in laughter. I patted my father on the shoulder and whispered, "This is a protracted war. Don't take it lightly."
It's really not easy to write 2 at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. The noise from the construction outside the building is very disturbing. I stood at the window and watched my rare building demolition project.
My attention immediately turned to a man. He stood on the only steel beam left on the third floor and walked back and forth on it. Holding a building tool in his hand, he went to one end of a steel beam, reached under it and began to weld and cut steel plates and necklaces of buildings with tools. I saw sparks flying, and some splashed on the man, adding several holes to the already tattered and dirty coat.
Only then did I understand why he put on thick clothes and sweated like rain at two o'clock in the hottest afternoon in August. In about a minute, the steel plate successfully left the building. At the same time, one end of the steel beam shook, and the man quickly maintained his balance and slowly walked to the other end of the steel beam ten meters away, as if performing acrobatics. However, he didn't have any safety protection measures. Below, there were all rugged rocks and protruding steel plates. He repeated the action just now and waved to the crane. Then, the boom turned to his side, with two ropes at the top. He quickly hung the rope on this end of the steel plate and tied the knot. Then, like slow motion, he squatted down, walked on both sides of the steel plate and moved over bit by bit.
The two ends of the steel plate kept sliding and shaking violently, and the man's hand was shaking. A few minutes later, he finally reached the other end, and his back was covered with sweat stains. After that, he waved again and the crane began to hang the steel plate. He grabbed the wall with both hands, stepped less than 15 cm, and waited for the steel plate to hang down. After a while, the boom moved again. He tied himself with a rope and then came down with the boom.
I never came to my senses. I opened my fist and felt as if something had blocked my heart. I couldn't help looking at the man again. I was surprised to find that an old woman was sitting next to her, wiping his sweat in the shade, while the man just looked at a playing child in the distance. The child is about seven or eight years old. He ran over and said something. The man quickly reached out and wiped his pants, took out five dollars from his pocket and gave it to the child. The child skipped away.
I couldn't watch it anymore, so I turned and went back to my room. I deeply feel that love is often downward, not upward. Parents love their children more than children love their parents. No wonder some people say that the more you love the next generation, the more you can sacrifice and survive in this world, but this kind of love is really not easy!
My eyes hurt when I look at my busy parents. I stepped forward and naturally took over their work. ...
It's really not easy to write 3. I still remember that year, flowers blossomed and fell, plum blossoms blossomed twice, and the afterglow of the sunset hit our faces, dazzling. Ear is your urging voice over and over again: "classmates, we will continue to change our compositions in this class and hurry up." At that time, you were our new Chinese teacher, and we were just a group of naughty children. Soon after we met, we deeply realized the morbid stubbornness in your bones, and the students complained in their ears: "This is the second revision." My heart is a little impatient, and I can't help secretly complaining. It's easy to stand and talk. It's really stubborn and terrible. Reluctantly, I began to work hard. At that time, we always complained that it was not easy to be your student.
Until I open my composition book and look at all the vigorous and powerful words outlined above, even a tiny place, even a slight mistake, you will point them out and correct them one by one. For the first time, your stubborn attitude caused ripples in my heart. In order to modify an article about "Kunqu Opera", you are willing to look up relevant information and pictures on the Internet and carefully observe her every gesture and movement. It would only take three or four hours. You make a difficult thing so easy that you can't hide your excitement and pride on your face tired from changing your composition. It turns out that it is more difficult to change your composition than to write it. What is more difficult is your persistent and stubborn sense of responsibility.
I remember the first time we met, what impressed me the most was your chalk. Correct and beautiful running script is my first impression of you. Second, you are unusually stubborn about words. You always drag your words out of class, drag your class out, and you won't stop until you finish. It's just that you can't stand the slightest clerical error, even if it's just a slightly tilted word, you should stubbornly rewrite it. From your fingers, not only the fleeting time, but also the chalk dust soaked with sweat. The inside of your thumb is slightly sunken because of holding the pen for a long time, and the nails of your middle finger are greatly inclined in exchange for 30 years of teaching experience. Unfortunately, we didn't understand your stubbornness at that time. It's really not easy. It's your persistence in writing.
You said that you wrote not only a simple word, but also life.
When I fell in love with literature, I finally understood your stubbornness. Words are like life. If a stubborn person just holds a red soldering iron and sticks to it, it is literature for you. If someone asks me why I am so obsessed with words now, I won't have an answer, but I know what I am chasing, or my only hobby. Leaving words is tantamount to the loss of life. I don't think anyone will ask me why I cling to the integrity of life. Just like your persistent literature, it is the career goal of lifelong struggle.
It's not easy. Time dyed your hair white, but it didn't change your heart.
It's really not easy, it's the stubborn inheritance!
Today, my sister and brother-in-law came to my house.
After eating a "man-Han banquet" and the like, my mother enthusiastically said, "Come to your house in the future and let my son take care of the baby." After careful consideration, the elder sister said word for word, "All right!"
Everyone has left, only me and the children. The baby has big shiny eyes, a small mouth, a short nose and little fingers. ......
I brought a dinosaur toy. When the baby sees the baby, he immediately stares at it, and his mouth slowly rises. When I picked up the toy, she immediately frowned and shouted, "Woo! Hey! " I put the dinosaur in her hand, and she immediately hugged it affectionately and looked at it. A second later, she seemed to think that this "monster" was not novel, so she threw it on the ground. I had to pick up the dinosaur.
I struggled to hold this 10-month-old girl and walked to the fish tank. She shouted at once, as if to say, "Ah! What is this? Take a good look! " I picked up some small fish and put them in a small fish tank. She stared at it as if the wolf had seen the lamb. Suddenly, she used her ancestral martial arts-eighteen palms of dragons, and photographed the small fish on the ground. A light rain falls on the floor tile, and a mouth seems to say, "You are the devil who ruined a small life!" " Put it in a fish tank. But she burst out laughing.
"whoops". Where did the ghost cry and wolf howl come from at this moment? It turned out that my little ancestor was crying. I look left and right, no problem! I brought the same toy and my baby, but it was useless, but I lay still. After thinking hard, I finally understood that the baby was hungry. I picked up the cup for the baby, but the baby frowned and shook his hand. Tears welled up in the baby's eyes I rummaged through my elder sister's children's bag and finally found a cup and milk powder. I washed the cup completely new, and then poured three spoonfuls of milk powder and water into it. I picked up the milk and put it in the baby's mouth. Although she is very young, she is known as the king of big stomachs.
As soon as I finished playing, my elder sister and mother came back. My elder sister saw the baby sleeping sweetly and asked me, "Is the baby good?" I said slowly, "All right!"
My elder sister asked me, "When can you take care of me again?" I looked at the baby, and her mouth seemed to say, "Uncle …". I thought about it and said, "Tomorrow!"
I thought, "When I was a child, I needed my mother's care just like a baby. I work hard to take care of the baby, and my mother works harder.
Being a mother is not easy!
It's really not easy to write 5. Acting "textbook drama" is the strength of our class, and as an activist, I often volunteer to "make trouble". Let's say last time, our class was going to stage the section of "Mountain God complaining" in "A Mountain of Yugong" in an open class, so I volunteered to be the leader of the textbook drama. However, when I became the team leader, I found that the work was not as simple as I thought. In order to put on the "textbook drama" smoothly, I am "both a father and a mother"-I have to be a screenwriter, a director, an actor, and I am also responsible for costumes and props. It feels really difficult!
First of all, as for the script, I changed it seven or eight times, and finally I changed it, and there was something wrong with the actors again. Cao, who plays the old gentleman, said that he had too many lines and wanted to play the heavenly soldier. As a result, Xia, who plays Tian Bing, refused, so they quarreled. As the team leader, I earnestly advised them for a long time, but it was useless, so I had to find a teacher to mediate. After that, Cao had to bite the bullet and beat the old gentleman.
This directly led to the "Tai Shang Lao Jun" always worried about his lines during the rehearsal, and the rehearsal was even less serious. Pretending to sleep, grabbing lines, and making trouble. In short, the rehearsal is not good. As the team leader, of course I have to take care of it. At first, I coaxed him into making serious arrangements. He said with a look of "none of your business": "I don't want to play, you have to invite me to play." I had to rehearse other people's plays first, then communicate with him and finally convince him. It's really not easy for me to be a squad leader.
There will be all kinds of problems in rehearsal, such as the "cross-dressing" of other students, the forgetting of words, absence, slapstick and distraction of our team members ... all things need to be solved by my team leader. I'm almost practicing a stunt-"Lion Roar". When I shout, everyone obediently listens to the command. However, the price is that my voice is almost hoarse. This "magic" is really not easy to practice.
It's just noon before the performance, and I haven't got the clothes and props I borrowed yet. The teacher went to eat again and didn't come back. I had to look for teachers all over the school to get props and costumes. Is it easy for me to run errands?
I was nervous and afraid of making mistakes during the performance, but dozens of teachers sat behind me! Thankfully, the "textbook drama" was successfully completed and our performance was well received by the teachers. I took a long breath, but fortunately my efforts were not in vain.
This time, I got a lot of exercise after I became the protagonist of the "textbook drama". Although there are many troubles in the process, I enjoy it, because it is not easy again and again. I really learned to communicate and cooperate with others, and I also learned to empathize with teachers, care about my classmates and understand others. Therefore, even if it is really not easy to be a team leader this time, I still hope to have more opportunities and more experiences.
It's really not easy to write 6. As the saying goes, persistence is the hardest thing in the world. Indeed, it is too difficult to insist on one thing. How many people fall on this road built with sweat and perseverance, they may sigh and say, "give up, you can't do it." But giving up must be easy.
Give up what I think is the easiest thing, give up studying hard, throw the pen decisively and turn on the TV; Give up tidying up the room and let it be messy; Give up a friendship and get rid of all contact information ... when I really give up what I have, I always feel dejected, just like being alone in a dark room, lonely and lonely.
Last semester in the eighth grade, I added physics. At first, I was full of novelty and love for it, but when strange formulas and theorems appeared in turn, I was really at a loss. Because of the double drag of physics and mathematics, my grades have dropped a little. Halfway through the semester, my parents advised me to say, "quit the monitor and squeeze in more time to study." Originally, I wanted to refuse, but I was a little shaken at the thought that the competition for the senior high school entrance examination would start in the near future.
When I resigned from the head teacher, I was really ashamed, especially after the head teacher agreed. Not only did I not feel relaxed, but I was more nervous and anxious than the day I took office.
Back in class, my classmates' questions upset me, and I began to consider whether my decision was correct. That math class, the teacher "class!" My voice did not fall, and I tried to restrain myself from shouting "stand up". The two words ready to say abruptly swallowed back, pretending not to notice the classmates' eyes. I went to class as if nothing had happened, and a thousand waves surged in my heart.
During the break, the monitor learned the news of the meeting on the radio. Obviously, he has subconsciously picked up the pen and paper, but he still put it down angrily, as if he should not remember anything. During the break, he does nothing, does not need to send and receive homework, and only considers his own study. This feeling turned out to be so bad.
What I can't give up at all is not the position, but the responsibility, the enthusiasm of helping my classmates without hesitation when they need it, and the irreplaceable happiness and pride after paying. I can't give up 50 students in my class, 50 practical assignments I ordered with a stapler, and those 50 people who stood up together after shouting, when they said, "Sorry, I forgot that you are not the monitor." This kind of loneliness and helplessness is the real sense of failure. When giving up makes you feel depressed, it's not so easy anymore.
When I give up studying hard, I think about my future life and dreams, when I give up tidying my room. When I think of my messy living environment and give up a friendship, I think of the time I spent together in those years. Just like when I gave up being a monitor, I couldn't forget my responsibility and responsibility, and suddenly realized: it's really not easy to give up!
Yes, I can't let him continue to feel this way!
It's really not easy to write 7. Where dreams touch, flowers bloom and fall, leaving traces of growing pains; When the eagle flies, it is also tempered by the pain of its wings; It is not easy to blossom, to fly and to grow up in senior three. In the process of the soul growth in the third grade, I always remember a sentence-phoenix nirvana can be reborn.
When I first entered junior high school, I was full of expectations for the future. In order to live up to this beautiful campus life, I have to study hard and play hard. I remember that for a while, I was addicted to playing basketball with other boys in my class, and even delayed my study a little, but I felt that it was no big deal, and life was still painless. Suddenly there was a turning point-because I didn't do well in the exam, I was called to the office by the teacher. At that time, my heart was beating like thunder: I thought it was over, and I was sure to be criticized this time. But when I got to the office, the teacher not only didn't criticize me, but smiled like chatting with friends, asking me how I was studying recently, and if there were any problems, I could communicate with him at any time. Looking at his kind smiling face and concerned eyes, I was ashamed. I think I don't study hard. I'm sorry. Teacher's gentle greetings! Since then, I have devoted more energy to my study than usual. If I can't finish my homework, I will go home and work overtime to finish it. This process is painful, because many problems can't be solved, so I have to think for myself, but I know that only after this process can I grow.
I have a sister who is looking for a job after graduating from college this year, but she is always sad. At a relative's party, she told me that it is unfavorable to find a job now because her academic qualifications are not very outstanding. If she had worked harder, she might have found a good job. I asked her why she said that. She said that she was only interested in chasing plays and falling in love in college. She didn't study hard, and there was no pressure at all. How can she make great progress? At that time, I thought of that sentence-phoenix nirvana can be reborn. Finally, my sister told me that I must study hard. Only by enduring the loneliness and loneliness of learning and persisting can we achieve better results. I think this is growth. It needs to be tempered by setbacks in learning, and it also needs the promotion and sublimation of the soul. Growing up is really not easy.
In addition to my own study and growth, I am also concerned about the fatigue of my parents' work. It turns out that they have been silently shouldering the burden of family and sheltering me from the wind and rain. For me, growing up is really not easy; Life is really not easy for them. Although they never say anything, my heart is like a mirror. Now in the third grade, I often do housework at home to share with my parents, so that they can get some comfort under the pressure of life. At the same time, I hope that I will grow up like a phoenix, become a towering tree at home, and then shelter my parents from the wind and rain!
Now it's the third grade, and I know the road is still long and the scenery is far away and beautiful. Even if growing up is really not easy, I still have strong courage and persistent belief to meet the challenges of future growth!
It's really not easy to write eight people, but it's not easy to be born. It is not easy. This is our living witness.
"A letter traveling in heaven will defeat eight thousand Chaozhou Road in the evening." Han Yu did not hesitate to get old, and his loyalty to the monarch became stronger and stronger, but he never thought that his holiness was unknown but out of reach. There is a feeling that the hero has lost his way, but the poet has never bowed to his fate, but he is high-spirited and unrestrained, and his words are like flowing water, choosing humility and openness.
"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, is it safe now?" Li Bai was free and easy all his life and did whatever he wanted. Naturally, he suffered setbacks and was often worried, but his feelings often went from low to high, from the valley to the top of the mountain. He never flinched and feared because of difficulties, but actively adjusted his emotions and sent his feelings to a broad future. Maybe he had tears of frustration, and he drank crazy songs, but he was always so arrogant and domineering. He never forgot to cherish the memory of sages and ancestors, live a bright life and know himself.
"In Gaocheng, there is sorrow in the stone, and the willows are like Tingzhou." Xu Shen is not as famous as Tang Xian's poets, but he is always nostalgic for his hometown, lingering through the ages, leaving behind the past, which is somewhat vicissitudes. Great historical feelings are not shared by everyone, but finding tomorrow is feasible for everyone.
They, we, it's really not easy.
But can we choose "one day I will ride the wind and waves, straighten my muddy sail and bridge the deep sea"? Can you sweep away the haze and troubles in your heart and take "not easy" as a witness of youth? I think that's why the world is blossoming.
I once read such a sentence: "If all you get in life is sunshine, then you will become a desert." It split my heart like a sword, and the soft light mixed with rain and dew and breeze poured into that gap, supplementing the dark cracks. Maybe I can be proud of it and have a bright future.
There is also a saying in the movie Nezha: "The prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain, no matter how hard you try, you can't cross it." Maybe things and reality are so bad and unsatisfactory, but since the mountain can't be crossed, pick up Gong Yu's shovel to move, dig and poke, and one day, you can stand higher from its arrogant side!
Perhaps, the world and life, society and life, they are really not easy, but we, they, are running forward, upward, towards the future and towards life. Heavy and light, noisy and quiet will all become hymns of youth. They hug you in the cool morning light.
It is really not easy to write 9 "red carpet, choose insects and clear water to roll silk, and pick silk to practice red and blue." Liu is a modular rice woven by Bai Minyi's weaver girl, who picks cocoons and spins silk, vividly. Weaving seems simple, but it's really not easy. And I started to contact it because of my grandmother. Grandma is a typical Jiangnan woman, who has the skill of weaving with one hand. Whenever I watch her knit, she always thinks it's fun, so she pesters her to teach me to knit.
It is not easy to find that the knitting is straight after real hands-on practice. The loom was handed down from my grandmother's house, because it is not as good as the professional loom outside, so the process is more complicated.
The thread is finely wound on the wooden frame of the loom, and each piece of cloth is usually as few as 50 threads and as many as hundreds of threads. If the pen tip is not careful, it will entangle the colorful lines or pull the wrong lines, so we have to start all over again. It often takes a day to knit a small bag of cloth. In such an era of rapid development, it is reasonable that not many people will touch these ancient things.
This is my grandmother's ancestral craft, so as long as I was born in our family, I must learn this craft. Time flies, I found an old black-and-white photo of 1930s and 40s in the process of sorting out old things. It is also a loom, but there is a familiar but strange woman standing next to it. I quickly handed the photo to my grandmother. She paused and said to me, "This is my mother, that is, your great-grandmother. She taught me all the knitting skills I have mastered. " She paused, her eyes somehow flashed a bright light, but only for a moment they faded again. "It's a pity that your mother doesn't want to learn. I'm afraid this craft will be broken here, but it's true. In this era, only we know how difficult it is to pass on, alas. " Grandma straightened up, patted the dust on her legs and did housework as usual. The setting sun fell on her gray hair, and she felt lonely and melancholy.
Suddenly I feel that it is not only the skill of knitting, but also that it is really not easy to pass on these ancient skills. In such an era of rapid development with the network as the core, the only result of most traditional techniques is extinction. Not many people will spend a day quietly feeling the weaving art or other traditional cultures, not to mention understanding the spirit of ancient working people in these skills, and relying on their own hands and strong will to create the spirit of a better life.
To protect them, we should start with little things and let these traditional cultures accompany us forever. So I think it's not only difficult to weave, but also difficult to spread this culture.
It's really not easy to write 10. A seed will never germinate if it is afraid of being buried. If you are afraid of withering, it will never bloom; Ore, if afraid of burning, can never be turned into steel; Candle, if you are afraid to go out, it will never shine; A ship, if it is afraid of wind and waves, will never reach the other side. It is really not easy to succeed!
"Fell asleep again, eight hours of sleep a day is not enough? This is the first time! " With a roar, my mother pushed the door open, strode to my side, knocked on my forehead and expressed her helplessness to me who was sleepy.
I looked up at my mother's face. I haven't observed my mother for a long time. Her crow's feet are deeper with age. Dark circles and bags under her eyes darken her original smart eyes, because she works day and night and has white hair on her head. Look at her face flushed with anger. I'm going to pick up a pen and start doing my homework again.
Half an hour later, my math homework was finished. I gave it to my mother and went back to my room to recite Chinese. On my way back, my mother called me over.
With suspicion, I came to my mother and she said to me, "What are you doing?" ? How many times have I told you to examine questions and calculate? Which one haven't I told you? Don't lose points in math, don't lose points, what are you thinking! See for yourself! There are four pages, only a few questions! Just two questions wrong. I don't want to say anything more. You don't ask for yourself, and I don't ask for you. "I picked up the book muttered," is it not two questions? Get so angry, as for? "I thought it was quiet, but she heard it. She came up and shouted, "It's for you! Let you cram outside, speed up the progress, and achieve stable results in school. I can't get on or off, but you ... "I ran into the room with tears in my eyes, locked the door and cried on my desk." After a while, I still can't sit still and want to eat some snacks. When I returned to my room, I found a steaming glass of milk on the table. The light plated the cup with a golden halo, just like the wings of an angel. Through the steaming heat, I saw a note under the cup, which said, "Mom has a bad temper, which is not good. I apologize to you. But I want to tell you that you can't change your appearance, but you can smile; You can't control the weather, but you can change your mood; You can't predict tomorrow, but you can grasp today; You can't do everything smoothly, but you can try your best. Come on! No matter what choice you make, mom will always support you silently! "
Tears gradually moistened my eyes, and I understood my mother's painstaking efforts. Yes, it is not easy for a person to make his life shine. This requires persistence and struggle.