I walked into the colorful book of high school composition 1 with a story, walked into the legend of the story, opened the fallen photo album and took off the most sincere tears in history. After dusk, I met you by the Sansheng Stone. The story is that you have been with me for 20 years, bit by bit, and never slackened off.
I know my words can't carry so many memories and meet the huge thinking space you need, but I still want to write something. For the life we met, for our unchanging destiny, for the stories we cherish.
From jingwei reclamation to Shouyang orphan, you taught me what perseverance is; You reminded me not to be ignorant. You told me not to mess around. ...
You have given me too much on the road of life. If twenty years of listening is youth, then these years may seem too long. If the story of twenty years is history, then the distance between you and me is too short. Story, you came from five thousand years ago, and you came from a yellow thread-bound book. You have been with me for 20 years and will grow with me. What I wrote will never be forgotten.
You said, "I can see history through it."
I said, "You can see the world through it."
In this way, you and I have come all the way, through prosperity, through vicissitudes, through a moment in the universe, through the infinite time of this moment.
Maybe your depth and thickness are far beyond my reach. Story, you are like a seed of fate buried in my heart. Once it germinates, it will open a world.
I may be talking about the blue and white glaze of the moon corner in the Tang Dynasty, Lu You and Tang Wan's "hairpin style", Huang Zongxi's "industry-oriented" proposition, and Gong Zizhen's remark that "talents are not limited to one pattern". I will lie in an old rocking chair in an afternoon, make a cup of tea, and then come near you and quietly taste your history and faint fragrance.
Story, you and I lost twenty years in a hurry. You measure the world with wisdom, and I listen to history with heart. You and I have experienced countless fragments of time and indelible memories, which have prompted me to grow up gradually. Until today, I picked up a pen and wrote you a few strokes. Maybe one day, you will leave me. At that time, this was a song I dedicated to you, an oath and a promise.
In that case, I should take these words as souvenirs as soon as possible, and I will cry when I think about them.
The story of my composition with high school II. The sky is boundless and the dusk is heavy. Suddenly, I saw a cloud floating in the sky, burning red and dazzling, as if it were a burning flame, which was more brilliant because of the setting off of dusk, and more magnificent because of its shining. My friend told me that it was a dusk cloud. The night did not die, nor did it die. -inscription
Beauty, people of different ages will have different understandings of this. This is how my story with my history teacher began.
The bell rang, but I was fascinated by it. Scared by the sudden ringing of the bell, I couldn't help cursing. When I was speechless, a loud voice pulled me to reality. It turned out to be history. I can't stand the excitement. I pretended to open the book and quietly put the unfinished magazine under the history book. In this way, I watched a class beautifully, because the history teacher didn't find it, and I was relieved. However, my heart is still on tenterhooks, and I look guilty. Soon, I was told that the history teacher wanted to see me.
I walked into the office with trepidation and saw the calm face of the history teacher. I thought it might be more than just reading in class. Just as I was about to speak, the teacher suddenly stared at me with an angry expression and asked me: What magazines do you read in class? I was at a loss and didn't know what to say. The history teacher gave me a hard look when he saw that I would never say anything again. Then he took out his calendar and asked me how many days there were before the midterm. I shook my head. The teacher glared at me again, and then I looked at the teacher and found out my homework yesterday. I glanced at a pile of red forks. Even so, the teacher judged me patiently, and suddenly, I was very kind to my behavior. I bowed my head, seriously confessed everything to the teacher and took out the magazine.
The history teacher gave me a bad look when she saw this magazine. After reading the magazine, the teacher asked me if these people were dressed well and looked good. I nodded, but I saw you pointing to one of them and saying "strange clothes", so you looked at me with a look that looked me up and down and asked me: Do you think your girl is so beautiful, neither fish nor fowl, like a student? I was speechless when asked, and I really wanted to get into the cracks.
When I got home, I washed the pattern on my school uniform and the nail polish on my hands, took off my earrings and threw away all those magazines. When I was confused, my history teacher, you earnestly advised me to be a good student; It is you who pointed out the direction for my lost bird; It is you who influenced my wavering heart with your positive energy; It is you who influenced my heart with your patience.
Teachers, a sacred profession, are not actors, but attract students' hungry eyes; They are not singers, but they can make the clear spring of knowledge tinkle; They are not sculptors, but they are shaping the souls of groups of teenagers. There is no rule in this world that teachers must contribute silently, so in the face of such selfless love, we should admire and learn to be grateful. Maybe they just need one sentence: good teacher!
Playing the piano of youth slowly, the fingertips leave a faint fragrance on the keys, just like a sweet kiss, which reminds us of the happy memories of the past. The familiar Moonlight Melody, once the fun of ensemble, was a gift for each other, but now it flies away separately, leaving only a little memory, like the lake in spring-calm, green and waveless.
Your favorite book is your friend, but sometimes you and you are not "love at first sight". For example, my friendship with The Taste of Growing Up was gradually formed.
A few years ago, my mother bought me a book from the bookstore-The Taste of Growing up. However, I didn't even read the book, didn't even turn it over, so I stuffed it into the bookcase. Later, I read all the books next to me, but it has been waiting for me to "review" alone. Year after year, it has never been less than my "love".
Over time, the smell of growing up is dusty, but it still stands in the bookcase, waiting for my "call".
The fifth grade has already started. What books will my mother plan to read for me in the new semester? She accidentally dug out the smell of growth from the bookcase. The opportunity for "The Taste of Growing Up" to be "summoned" has finally come! But as soon as I saw it, I was annoyed and hostile to it, but it was hard to violate the "mother's life" and I had to put it in my schoolbag. Poor Taste of Growing Up changed its position and began to wait in the schoolbag again.
One day at noon, I finished my homework and really had nothing to do. I remembered the taste of growing up in a schoolbag. So, I took out "The Taste of Growing Up" and began to read it. The more I watch it, the more I like it, and the more excited I am. I was deeply moved by every story in the book.
Among them, the little boy in The Gift of Understanding doesn't know what money is, but only knows "trading". When he walked into the candy store with some cherries and wanted to "trade" the candy, Mr. Weiden, the owner of the candy store, hesitated and gave the candy to the little boy.
The little boy opened an imported fish shop when he grew up, and every fish was very expensive. But when a little girl "exchanged" fish for only $2, he hesitated and gave the fish to the little girl.
This article makes me feel warm. The kind Mr. Weiden carefully protected the real happiness and childish dignity of the little boy that day and passed this virtue on to the little boy. The story touched me. I think about the story in the book again and again, and I think about the fate of the characters in the book every day. I also told this story to my mother when I got home.
That's it. I like the taste of growing up. On the first day, I read 10, the next day, I read 20 pages, the third day, 50 pages, and the fourth day ... it didn't take a week. I watched them all.
Now and the taste of growing up have become inseparable friends. I put it in my schoolbag every day. If you have something to do, just flip through it, review the story in the book and have a heart-to-heart talk with it.
I have never liked the taste of growing up, and I have a little insight: sometimes, when you read a book you don't like, you will feel its beauty. This is really "my road twists and turns through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat"! Slowly, you will fall in love with it and build a deep friendship with it.
I became attached to Tongsheng Lake at the end of August this year. I came to this place for the first time, not for anything else, but for my dream.
It is said that Tongsheng Lake is the place where dreams begin. So, I chose to spend the best and hardest three years in my life here. People who come to Tongsheng Lake have a big or small dream in their hearts. For three years, they just want to realize it. I think it may not be easy to realize my dream on my own, so I choose to come here, hoping that the excellent teachers here can help me realize my dream.
The first lesson that Tong Sheng Lake taught me was persistence. My high school life began with painful military training. I have experienced military training before, but I didn't know that military training could be so bitter. I have never seen a shadow in high school life, and military training scared me first. Exposure and training all day make us miserable. The school is not only not soft-hearted, but more strict. It is a military training life completely isolated from the outside world. No one can complain, and you will not be a special case. Many times, I feel that I can't hold on any longer. Look around at the classmates. They are also tottering, but I don't know why, but none of them fell. Perhaps self-esteem is supporting it, or perhaps a sense of collective honor is supporting it. After seven days, no one really gave in. No matter how hard you grind your teeth, you can always survive. At the end of military training, I looked back at those days that I thought were miserable, and found that it was nothing more than that. As long as you persist, you will win.
The second lesson that Tong Sheng Lake taught me was to be strong. I was seldom hit in my previous study and life. I used to live in admiration and encouragement, forgetting who I was and getting carried away. My first reaction was surprise when I learned the result of the math test. The numbers on it are different from my eyes. At that time, I couldn't tell what it felt like, and it was indescribable. Back to the dormitory, the usual twittering dormitory instantly became silent. I don't know who started it, but there was a little sob in an instant. I lay in bed and didn't speak. I saw that number as soon as I closed my eyes. It was so sad. I remember that before I came to Tongsheng Lake, I was told to stand up to blows and learn to be strong. I didn't know what it meant at that time, but now I understand that learning to be strong means learning to bear the blow and not giving up the confidence to continue learning. I remember I also asked a senior when his math score would get better, and he gave me the answer that after you continue to work hard. I didn't cry that night, and I continued to study harder the next day. I believe that I will suffer more blows in the next three years, but I believe that as long as I don't lose confidence, these blows will only forge me stronger.
My story with Tong Sheng Lake has just begun. She is like a strict teacher of mine. She urged me on my way forward and made me better. I believe that in the next three years, she will teach me more truth and let me draw a beautiful ending in this place where I pursue my dreams.
The story of my composition in high school and Mr. Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." There are countless famous sayings about books, so we can imagine how important books are to us.
Books are the ladder for us to become talents, and we can't live without books. Books can make us wise, increase our knowledge, broaden our horizons, cultivate our sentiments and make us noble. It let me know how Qin Shihuang annexed six countries, unified China and built the Great Wall. How did Emperor Wu reform to make the Western Han Dynasty stronger and open up the Silk Road? Let me know that the bad king betrayed his country and sought glory in the late Qing Dynasty, which plunged China into darkness, and let me know about the past and increase my knowledge. Books have become my bosom friends.
I still remember when I was a child, I loved asking my mother to tell me stories. My mother patiently told me stories one by one at the bedside. I also quietly lay in bed and listened with relish. Sometimes I felt like a character in the story, right there.
When I went to primary school and junior high school, I began to contact some classic works: The Analects of Confucius, which was meaningful and made me understand that "reviewing old things and learning new things can be a teacher." There are Aesop's fables, fairy tales and Homer's epics. Its great influence and value, as a classic, also stems from its endless vitality and rich enlightenment to people.
I read a book called How Steel was Tempered in Grade Three, and I think everyone should have read it. In the book How Steel was Tempered, a story is told for us: Paul's childhood was romantic and naive, but he was kicked out of school because he sprinkled soot on his godfather's flour, and he began to work. And as an adult, Paul went to the army and killed the enemy bravely on the battlefield, making him
After three narrow escapes, he was finally forced to leave the battlefield because of paralysis. The terrible illness tempered Paul's iron will. Finally, Paul decided to spend the rest of his life with a pen. He finished a masterpiece "Born in the Storm" in bed. From such a character, I saw his persistent pursuit of life and his brave attitude in the face of life setbacks. This book became many spiritual comforts and spiritual pillars of the society at that time.
Intensive reading of famous books played a great role in my sprint for the senior high school entrance examination, inspiring me to face all kinds of challenges bravely and finally admitted to my high school. Books have become an indispensable spiritual food in my life.
When I was in high school, I began to borrow books from the library frequently. At that time, I borrowed books such as Jane Eyre, A Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and the most impressive one was Charlotte Brontexq's Jane Eyre. This novel, like a sea in Wang Yang, is magnificent, with rocks, undercurrents, strong winds and waves, broken walls and broken oars, sunken rotten things, frightened eyes and silent shouts. But I prefer the protagonist Jane Eyre. Like all girls, she is ordinary, kind and pure, pursuing moral perfection and insisting on personal independence, but I think that kind of strength in her is exactly what I lack. Perhaps, I really shouldn't hide in the corner and cry, because the earth is round, so there should be no corners in the world.
There is another book that will benefit me for life, and that is chicken soup for the soul. The author of Chicken Soup for the Soul is Jack canfield and the famous American motivational speaker Mark Victor Harsen. In addition to this book, he also published a series of works such as Chicken Soup for the Soul Ⅰ and Chicken Soup for the Soul Ⅱ, which touched nearly 66 million readers around the world. This book contains nearly 100 stories in the book, and the editor divides them into seven themes according to the theme: the power of love, learning to love yourself, the way of education, learning, dreams coming true, overcoming obstacles, wisdom in dealing with the world and other different units. The content is bits and pieces in daily life. Although simple, it is also thought-provoking.
People need to learn when they are alive and constantly enrich themselves. With the development of science and technology and the changes of various things, only by learning different things can we survive in a diversified society. Knowledge is power, which can make you have good judgment, distinguish right from wrong and have better processing ability. If a person lacks study, his life will be empty. The book Chicken Soup for the Soul tells me the truth of dealing with people and the skills of getting along with them.
Books are a part of my life and will bring me dreams. I want to plug in the wings of books and fly on the ocean of knowledge; I want to insert the wings of the book and fly to a higher growth ladder; I want to insert the wings of a book and let it fly to my future dream with knowledge.
Reading gives me knowledge, reading gives me happiness and reading gives me strength. Reading makes me realize the ups and downs of the world, and reading makes me know how to deal with people!
In my happy childhood, I had an inseparable good partner-book. Zheng Banqiao said that there is no meat to eat and no bamboo to live; For me, I can live without meat, but I can't live without books. In my bedroom, there are books everywhere on two bookshelves, on the desk, on the windowsill and beside the pillow. Books have taught me a wealth of knowledge, taught me the virtue of being a man, and accompanied me to grow up happily. I have been attached to books since I babbled. My mother said that when I was two or three years old, I liked to sit among books and flip through them. Interesting pictures often excite me. In this way, the picture book is like a key, which opens the door to the knowledge kingdom for me.
When I took up my schoolbag and solemnly stepped into the primary school gate, my relationship with books became more and more "iron". The Children's Encyclopedia has made me understand many scientific principles. The cradle of genius gave me a taste of mystery. The stories behind celebrities let me know the hardships and efforts behind celebrities. I am fascinated by world famous works such as Jane Eyre, Captain Grant's Children and The Secret Garden. At school, I occasionally forget to bring my homework, but I never forget to bring my extracurricular books, which makes my schoolbag always overweight.
In order to squeeze out more reading time, I have many "glorious deeds". Once, I bought a new Het Achterhuis and read it eagerly as soon as I got home. It's time for bed, but I still want to eat more, so I came up with a "smart plan". After my parents went to sleep, I lay under the quilt and watched carefully with a flashlight. Just when I was in high spirits, my mother opened the quilt angrily and caught me red-handed. My mother flew into a rage, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I had to confiscate my book and flashlight on the spot and let me go.
The book is my closest friend, and I can't finish telling the story of the book in a day.
The story book between me and the book can bring you into a world of joys and sorrows, and I enjoy endless fun from it. The door of memory slowly opens. As a primary school student, I have no interest in books at all, and sometimes I feel unspeakable disgust. When I study in our class, I always feel bored. One thing happened after junior high school, which changed my relationship with books dramatically.
That day, the classmate next to me just finished reading a book. I didn't know what was wrong with me at that time. I picked up the book and flipped through it. The classmates saw it and said enthusiastically, "Do you like it? Take it out! That's a good book! " I really regretted it at that time, and I was embarrassed to refuse, so I had to say, "Really? Then look! " Back to my seat, I threw it in the corner and ignored it. A few days later, my classmate suddenly asked me, "Is the book good?" That's when I remembered, but I was afraid to tell her that I didn't pay attention to the book at all. "Not bad, but I haven't finished reading it!" She listened to my words falteringly and walked away with a smile. I feel a little guilty to see her like that. So he crustily skin of head opened the book named "The Story of Cai and I". I read it casually at first, and gradually I was attracted by the stories in the book. The mood also rises and falls with the hero's experience, and slowly seems to become a character in the book. All the joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows are realized in an instant. Is it that I have fallen in love with books? Yes, from that moment on, I knew I would have a fate with this book.
How can I thank my classmates? If it weren't for her, I would still be a confused person. I don't know what a book is.
Now every holiday, I always have a book in my hand. She seems to be my good friend, and I am inseparable. Sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me angry, and then it becomes sad, lost and uncontrollable. Several times I forgot to eat, and my mother scolded me. Although the book was forced to put down temporarily, my heart couldn't put it down after all. I still thought about the story and the characters inside.
At this moment, I really realized the fun of reading. Isn't it? Reading can not only enrich emptiness, but also increase knowledge. Reading is really interesting!
I wrote this sentence in my heart, and this book has become an indispensable part of my life.
During the winter vacation, they deleted all the operations of Happy Winter because of their excellent grades. After returning home, I had a pleasant winter vacation and spent it. What should I do with the rest of my time after I finish my work?
There are too few club playmates. What? Enjoying the warm sunshine in winter, I took down a heavy book and watched it intently. Mom saw it and bought me a book. I opened the flowers. There are science, stories, novels and literature ... I read a new book almost every day. I am like a small fish with knowledge of the ocean and endless travel.
Now, although I am only a fifth-grade student, there are a mountain of books at home.
In the fifth grade, I have more study tasks and don't have much time to read books. Most of my energy is spent on studying. Inadvertently, I looked in the mirror. Oh, I like it three times, and seven points are like ghosts. What's going on here? I went to study soon and wolfed down my books. I know in my heart that a person who likes to study will be speechless and face hatred if he doesn't study for a long time. After reading books, often at night, I am taking care of myself, and then I look in the mirror and find myself back to normal and full of vitality. The most interesting thing is that when I often chat with the father of an amateur writer, sometimes my words will catch him off guard. This is my happiest time.
Studying at school, I found that although there are good and bad grades in the class, the top students in the class are all people who love learning. I know this book is an ocean of knowledge. Even if I have the ability to belittle Maitreya, I will never learn from the endless sea of books.
A person's life is like a landscape painting painted on grass and wood. Even if it is colorful, you are just a corner of the forest. But because of this book, our ideas are colored.
The story of my composition with high school 8. I have many relatives around me to accompany me to grow up. Among them, a knowledgeable friend has become an indispensable part of my life, that is, books.
I like many books, such as charming comic books and excellent composition books. Among these books, the most attractive is the composition book. There are many composition books on my bookshelf, and one is called classified composition, which contains many wonderful articles. As long as I have time, I will read classified compositions with relish. As long as I have a book in my hand, I forget all about eating and sleeping. My mother saw it. Don't worry too much.
I remember once, after dinner. Dad suggested: "Let's play a game today to test everyone's intelligence!" " ""good! "I agree with Tao. The first question: the importance of reading for nothing.
What does the doctor eat? Ha ha! As simple as that, I replied, "Of course, with your mouth!" ""The daughter is so clever. "Please listen to the next question: What are black people afraid of? This question is so familiar! Isn't there a problem with classified composition? I replied without thinking, "I'm not afraid of tanning." "right!
Then dad had a lot of problems, hehe! For me, it's like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake. Finally, I won the first prize in this quiz. I know all this is due to books.
On another occasion, the school will hold a "retelling composition" activity. I can't tell you how happy I am. I spend my spare time reading and rereading every day. After persistent efforts, I was finally elected. That time, I won the first place in "Retelling Composition". I clearly know that there is a book in this first place.
A book is like a Coca-Cola, both sweet and bitter. Read more to gain more. This article should be carefully tasted in order to clearly understand the mystery. You will never reveal the center, which is subtle and meaningful, and your meaning may be exhausted, because books are an endless ocean, worth learning all your life! It tastes deep and long.
As the saying goes, "books are the ladder of human progress." Yes! The benefits of books are endless. Let's love books together!
The story of nine books I wrote with senior high school is like a compass in the desert and a Polaris in the night, silently guiding people and guiding the right direction all the time.
Since childhood, I have seen my father's books neatly placed on the bookcase, which are a lot of famous books. Every time I see my father holding a book with relish, my heart is always itchy and eager to try. That feeling is full of a child's extreme curiosity and even some excitement.
Finally, one day, under the urging of my little head's repeated thinking and curiosity, I got up my courage for the first time and said to my father, "Dad, please share it with me and tell me a short story in the book every day, ok?" Dad readily agreed to my request.
At first, I felt satisfied and happy: I finally got what I wanted! But patience seems to be unbearable to tell a story one day, talking about the time and efficiency before going to bed. Only then did I find the only most effective way: reading alone.
Maybe it's because I'm young and don't know many words. Reading my father's old books is undoubtedly very difficult. Forget the content. I was confused by just a few words, and I was busy asking my father-in-law for help. Every time I saw this scene, my father always waved his head and said to me helplessly, "You are still too young. Go and see your own phonetic book first!"
Every time I hear this, I always don't want to pick up the three-character classics that I have read thoroughly, but it makes my contact more intense.
Dad had to buy me a children's edition.
After these twists and turns, my reading class finally started, and it really started. Since my father bought books, I have been immersed in them, like a drunk, unable to extricate myself. I also absorb knowledge from books like a sponge.
During that period of reading, I was happy, and I felt the happiness of reading.
I found that books are people's silent teachers and intimate friends, and have been silently enlightening people. Reading can cultivate sentiment, enrich knowledge and open your heart.
Let's read together with books!
I love reading. Read books when you are free, go to the toilet and eat snacks, including doing homework, especially when you are halfway through your composition.
In the fourth grade, I was asked to keep a diary. One afternoon, the teacher asked to keep a diary. When I got home, I bit my pen and didn't know what to choose. I looked at the gloomy day outside and listened to the old clock next door strike six times. There is no other homework to do, which is very boring. I swept around and found a book I haven't read-Wandering China by Pippi. Curiosity drove me to open it. Beautiful words, beautiful pictures and interesting stories are so beautiful.
I was too fascinated to hear grandma's footsteps. Until she asked, "How is your homework?" I was shocked and the book fell to the ground with a bang. My grandmother asked warily outside the door, "What did you drop?" I lied: "It's a pencil case". I didn't expect her to give up. I continued to ask, "Then something should fall out. Why didn't I hear it? " I was so anxious that a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Finally, I calmed down and said, "Of course not, those things have been repaired." "Oh." Grandma finally left. Lying is easier than lying, and I paid the price for this book.
In less than a minute, I healed the scar and forgot the pain, shuttling back and forth between stories and knowledge. At half past six, my soul returned to my body from the book, next to my angry father, who asked, "Are you reading a book or doing your homework?"? ! "I was speechless for a moment, but immediately calmed down:" Can't I read it after I finish my homework? " Hearing this, Dad immediately became happy: "Good, good. But when you're done, you need to clean it up. Also, come to dinner later. "
I was still enjoying my cunning when an idea came to me. Let's write a diary with this story. As a result, the "Intelligence Rush Inspection Pass" was freshly released and got a high score.
Later, I also realized the "harm" of stealing books, but I couldn't help it, because my life was hooked on books and I couldn't get rid of it again.