I stopped writing 1 from now on. The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but your shelter from the rain. One day a few months later, it was raining, and I came to the place where we met again. Looking at the rain outside, I put a lemon candy in my mouth. The sweet and sour taste immediately stimulated my taste buds and I thought of you again.
After school at noon that day, I felt anxious when I watched my classmates being picked up one by one, but when I turned around, there was a poor guy with me. It is really "in the same boat"! That man, you.
I took a lemon candy out of my pocket and handed it to you. You ate it without hesitation and said it was delicious. I bought this candy like an addict for our friendship. Soon we became inseparable friends.
A semester passed, and a classmate sent me a message during the holiday saying that you had moved away and were going to study abroad. This sudden news caught me off guard. Didn't we agree to buy lemon candy together on holiday? Why did you turn away without saying hello? I called you with doubts and reluctance, and you said to me, "Jin Dou, I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise. I'm going away." Please forgive me. " Maybe we'll meet again after fate, don't worry ... "
I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes, pretending to be strong, and walked towards my room. I slammed the door, locked myself in my room and cried happily all afternoon. Finally, I opened the phone "address book" and erased you from my memory forever. I clearly know that there is no lemon candy on my snack list. Because, it has become the past.
Looking back, you are gone. ...
After that, I don't want to write any more. Before the flower of Changchun thought fell, a mirror fell off the table and broke into pieces. On the ground, it felt that it had not fallen as before. However, from its scattered fragments, you can still see the original me, just a little more than the original me. ...
The flowers in Changchun Temple fell quietly. No one knows when it will fall, only it knows.
I am a sad girl, sad and sad, and become a river. I don't like people breaking into my world and disturbing my life. I often trap myself in my own claustrophobic space, but I have a very good friend. From the day she appeared, I found that I seemed to have changed.
This is called sweet tea. Is a very cheerful girl, just transferred this semester.
"Hey, hello! My name is sweet tea. What's your name? "
The first time a girl came to see me, I felt very uncomfortable.
"Xia ... Xia" Xi "
"oh! Xia, we will get along well in the future! " Say that finish, she smiled at me. I haven't felt this way for a long time. Looking at her smile, I also gave her a shy smile.
Spring breeze blew through the treetops, and soon it began to rain. Occasionally, there is a little red in the rain clouds.
The rain has stopped, and the grass outside the window smells delicious. Birds are also singing sweetly, and everything around them is sweet. I couldn't help smelling it, and I remembered the smile of sweet tea, which was also sweet. Suddenly I found myself as if I had changed, and I began to accept the world slowly, and I was no longer so sad as before. Gradually, I broke free from my comfortable shell. I think smiling is really a beautiful thing. I decided not to be pregnant with her in the past, but to be a brand-new self.
Xiao Sheng's flower umbrella is still in your house, and your shy smile is as harmonious as sweet tea.
The sun still shines into the window, but I am cheerful.
Flowers fall on rocks, leaves fall without trace, you are still you, and I am not the original me.
From then on, I no longer have any composition. Before, I was good at crying. Who made me cry? Whoever scolds me will cry. Anyway, I am a cry baby. After that birthday, I stopped crying, did not haggle over trifles, and even cried.
Once on my ninth birthday, my mother specially bought me a big cake about my height, with seven floors. Every floor has my favorite fruits, such as strawberries, grapefruit, cherries, peaches ... all kinds of fruits, emitting attractive fruit fragrance.
At this moment, I saw my mother and grandmother cooking, and my breath made my blood boil outside thousands of feet. Dad is mopping the floor, grandpa is reading the newspaper, and everyone is not next to the seven-story cake. A "good idea" flashed through my mind, hee hee! It is delicious.
I pretended to go to the living room to get something, and took the opportunity to run to the table and gently walked aside, haha! I decisively picked up the knife, aimed at each layer of the cake and cut one tenth. Then I put the cake cover back and went back to my room to enjoy the delicious food on earth.
I don't know when, my mother emerged from behind me and came over with a delicate box. Seeing that I was enjoying the food, I suddenly turned into a Hedong lion and roared, "It's so high, you actually enjoy the food yourself." My Jin Doudou came down, and my grandparents also rushed to comfort me: "My grandson! What's wrong! Today your birthday should be happy, how can you cry! " When I finished, I accused my mother: "Children should be happy on their birthdays. You can't accuse him like that. That's what kids do. You can't dampen their interest! "
After a while, all our relatives arrived. We got together and had a good time. So I made a wish: from now on, I will say goodbye to tears and say goodbye to them! Stop crying and be a man with indomitable spirit. Because "men don't flick when they have tears"!
From then on, I no longer have any composition 4. Many traffic accidents are caused by some lucky people. For example, someone is not on duty, and someone is lucky enough to run a red light and violate traffic rules. The result was an accident, and many things happened because of luck.
For example, a year ago, I got up for dinner in the morning, and after dinner. Then my mother told me to be careful on the road. Although there are few cars on the road, they drive very fast. Be careful when riding a bike, don't run a red light and don't take the motorway. I was annoyed at that time and said, needless to say, I know. Then I go to school by bike. It was a dark night at that time, and I set off from home just before dawn. Come to a traffic light intersection, see the green light and pedal hard, thinking: don't turn red! It's almost there, but it's red, and there are few cars on the road. At that time, the road was under construction and there was no car coming from the opposite side. I thought no one was on duty at that time. Besides, I won't bump into me. I felt lucky in my heart, and then I couldn't help pedaling my bike. I was in the middle of the traffic lights, thinking it would be okay, and I was about to pass. Suddenly a car appeared on the road I couldn't see. I was so scared that I forgot to ride my bike. Fortunately, the car was not too fast, but it still knocked me and my bike down. It's not fast, but I still have bruises and bleeding in some places. Then, I was sent to the hospital by a kind host and was hospitalized for a few days. Fortunately, it's just a muscle strain, nothing serious. If it was a big truck, I might not be so lucky.
A few days after I was hospitalized, my mother told me: How many times have I told you not to run a red light, not to run a red light, but you just wouldn't listen. You're lucky this time. Think for yourself!
I thought at that time, it was luck that made me do this, and I can't have any more luck in the future! Not once! You may regret it once in your life.
After that, I stopped writing. At night, I look up at the sky, watching the stars twinkling in the deep night sky, and I can't help but recall bits and pieces in my heart.
When I was a child, my parents were like my umbrella. No matter what happens, my parents always carry it for me. My parents are also my psychologists, and I will tell them everything. At that time I always wanted to live under the protection of my parents forever. However, parents will grow old and we will grow up day by day. Therefore, we can't rely on our parents forever.
At that time, when I was in primary school, my parents told me to learn to stand on my own feet, but at that time, I never understood what "self-reliance" was. So I'm still in trouble at school, and I always feel that my parents will bear everything for me.
For me, my parents are heartbroken, but I don't understand my parents at all and go my own way.
Now, when I grow up, I want to be a junior high school student. I have understood the meaning of "self-reliance" for a long time, stopped making trouble and relying on my parents, and learned to live independently. ...
When I was a child, I was naive, lively, energetic, cheerful, free, enthusiastic and sincere.
Now I have lost my innocence, liveliness and vigor, and become kind, optimistic, tolerant, confident, fearless and strong.
Now, I understand my parents' intentions. It's all for my own good They want me to learn to be self-reliant, self-reliant and survive in society.
Students, from now on, let's say goodbye to dependence and learn to stand on our own feet!
From then on, I stopped writing. Too many youthful years have passed quietly, and my willfulness has left me with too many regrets and sighs. At that moment when I suddenly woke up, I grabbed my pen and buried myself in studying hard. From then on, I am no longer willful.
Walking around the campus, listening to the sound of reading, I seem to smell a faint ink, and suddenly I find myself in the second semester of Senior Two. And I used to be so stupid, so willful, so stupid, and wasted the most beautiful gift given by God-time. At that time, in order to avoid the teacher's sight in class, I put a high book wall on my desk. The teacher outside the book wall speaks clearly, but I am playing inside the book wall. I am singing happily, turning a pen with worn paint in my hand, chewing gum in my mouth, holding an NBA magazine in the other hand, leaning back against the chair and crossing my legs, not like a student at all! Like an uncle. In this way, I left my study behind, completely ignoring the right or wrong homework and the angry eyes of the teacher. Really willful.
It's eight o'clock in a blink of an eye, looking at the papers that have been checked all over the table, and then looking at my own blank papers, suddenly, my heart seems to be hollowed out. I thought: "I can't be willful anymore, it's time to fight!" " It's time to work hard! "
In the early morning, the sound of reading came from the window, but there was another sound in this sound; After class, no one rushed out of the classroom, but there was a shadow of calming down to study in the classroom. I am eager for spiritual nourishment, and in the afterlife, I will use that gorgeous rhetoric and naughty words to make my knowledge more profound.
When everyone left the role at noon, there was a shadow of writing in the classroom. I'm still working on the remaining math problems.
Since then, there has been one less vigorous figure on the court, but one more tall and straight tree in the class.
The hot air around me keeps coming, and my heart is as hard as ice. As soon as I think of my goals, I am no longer willful and my morale is high. Then I will work hard again and again and move towards my goal.
Every writing figure, every fighting gesture, is a sign that I am no longer willful.
From then on, I am no longer willful.
From then on, I no longer believe that life is a journey, and only when I have experienced it can I appreciate the most precious things. -inscription
It's late at night, but I can't sleep. The cold winter reminds me of my unspeakable achievements. My birthday will be in a few days, but my grades are like this. I really don't know if I am happy or sad!
I think of my mother working in the hot sun in summer and in the ice and snow in winter. I feel so sad: Why am I so useless? Mom works hard to make money for my school. How can I not study hard? My family is not rich. My mother always told me and my brother: You should study hard and get into a key university, so you don't have to work as hard as me.
Glittering tears ran down my cheeks. I put on my clothes and sat on the snowy road. The ground was all white and shiny, and the bright moon emerged from the clouds and shed cold moonlight. What a wonderful night! But it seems lifeless to me.
Just when I was disheartened, I saw a green grass standing tenaciously in this ice and snow. Around the grassland, there are pebbles covered with snowflakes, just like a big tree in the rolling mountains, short but tenacious. The grass is covered with snowflakes, but it still doesn't bow its head. On such a cold winter night, a tenacious body, a kind of
The spirit of not bowing, not being depressed and not giving up deeply touched me.
Grass told me by action that people must have a tenacious spirit in order not to bow their heads and give up. I believe that from now on, I will not be weak.
Since then, I feel that time has always passed quickly. Junior high school has been a year, and the career of junior high school is coming to an end. The classroom of junior high school is open to me. So I have to say goodbye to my bad habits for a few hours. Say goodbye to coquetry, childishness, dependence and all my immaturity.
In fact, I should have said goodbye to these things a long time ago, but since I was a child, I was used to not being self-reliant, spoiled my parents and asked my parents for help in everything, so I couldn't adapt to the transition from a spoiled child to a self-reliant teenager in the first grade. Now I have to accept and adapt to this fact, and I have to say goodbye to coquetry.
In the future, at home, I can't coquetry my parents to buy me dispensable things or help me finish what I can. On the contrary, I will try my best to help my parents and have a grateful heart; In school, you can't please the teacher by coquetry. On the contrary, it is the premise to make the teacher happy, get good grades, be efficient, wink and be polite. In life, don't do things without thinking and regret afterwards. On the contrary, do things first and then act; In learning, you can't ask others whenever you encounter difficulties, and you can shrink back when you encounter difficulties. On the contrary, you must face up to difficulties and not back down. This is the premise of bidding farewell to immaturity.
Therefore, from today, from this moment on, I will bid farewell to innocence, coquetry and immaturity. Let's go to mature teenagers and be a mature junior high school student.
From then on, I no longer write 9 in the long river of life, only strong winds can set off the magnificence of life. Since my 14 birthday, I am no longer weak. I have grown up.
Before, I always looked like a boat in the sea. I can only be hit by the sea, but I can't attack it like the sea. Now that I am a submarine, let the sea help me.
It was a hot afternoon, and my failure in the math exam made me very anxious, so I made up my mind to study hard and the final exam was coming. I will not be soft on what I face. I have become a real man. From the theme class meeting of 14 birthday, I became strong, brave and studied harder. I can also get what I lack from my parents' letters. There is such a famous saying in the speech of parents' representatives: "In ordinary environment, Haiyan is very low. When encountering a strong wind, fly against the wind and fly higher. When the storm comes, Haiyan will fly further. " This tells us; Don't be carried away by the immediate difficulties, but turn resistance into motivation like a petrel.
And in many cases, it is not the hard work that will pay off immediately. We often have the experience that we pay a lot for something or someone, but we don't get the attention and attention we deserve. When we tried several times but ran into a wall, we even began to doubt ourselves. For this world, people are so weak, what else can we do?
Like Haiyan, we should hold our heads high in the face of difficulties, be strong in the face of setbacks, be passionate about everything in our hearts, see through the world, have invincible courage, be down-to-earth, and achieve a myth of our own.
I stopped writing 10. I often feel particularly depressed. But since I went to primary school, things have changed a lot.
I remember that during the summer vacation in kindergarten, I locked myself in a dark room all day and stayed indoors for several days. Then one day, my mother dragged me to the gate of a big primary school. I was full of hope and longing, so I stepped into this strange campus.
When I stepped into the door of the class and saw many new students, I felt very strange and didn't even say a word to the people around me.
And when I went to physical education class that afternoon, every student was looking forward to it. Everyone smiled from ear to ear, and a pair of eyes were shining with expectation.
Look! The students in the first row are running hard, although they don't know who they are competing with. Suddenly a classmate shouted, "Let's see who runs faster?" This can break the students from not talking to each other, and everyone shouts "Good!" "We also play and play on the wide playground. Although some people are panting and sweating at this time, we naive children have been talking and caring for each other.
"Look! A classmate in the middle fell! " We helped him up together and bandaged his bleeding wound. However, instead of crying and shouting, he smiled at us and said "thank you". So everyone in our class should talk and play as before.
Since then, our group of children have formed a profound friendship, and helping each other has long been a habit. And I am no longer depressed!
I stopped writing 1 1 from now on. Everyone has inferiority complex, disappointment, backwardness and fragility in his life. I used to feel inferior.
Since the first grade of primary school, my grades have been particularly poor. Every exam is only about 50 to 60 points, and my classmates laugh at me. My former teacher really annoys me. Not only did she not encourage me to work hard, but she kept criticizing me. My grades have been between 60 and 70, and for this reason, I never dare to communicate with my classmates or play with them. My classmates alienated me intentionally or unintentionally, and I felt very inferior.
Until I was in the third grade of primary school, a teacher completely changed me. This is the new male teacher. His surname is Zheng. Teacher Zheng is very kind to me and cares about my grades. He has always encouraged me to answer questions and recite them in class, trying to give me a chance. After every exam, he will say to me, "Don't lose heart, you can do it!" " "My grades have increased from 50 points to 70 or 80 points, and I have gradually become cheerful and lively.
Finally, in the final exam of grade three, I got 100 in math and 95 in Chinese. I performed a program on the registration form at the final New Year's Eve party. Although I just sang, I changed a lot and I became more confident.
Now I am cheerful and lively, and I am no longer afraid to speak as before. Speak enthusiastically in class, play with classmates and exercise together during recess. I didn't dare to participate in class activities before, but now I sign up for all activities and become the team leader who serves my classmates!
From then on, I no longer feel inferior. I want to thank Mr. Zheng for his concern and love, which made me change from an inferior boy into a happy boy.
From then on, I stopped writing 12 a long time ago. I was just a child with no perseverance, but I never gave up after that.
It was in my long primary school career. That day, I was full of confidence and received a report card of 80 points from my teacher. The seemingly ordinary report card, like a sharp dagger, has drawn an unhealed wound in my heart. I can totally hide it from my parents, but I can guess that the text message has reached my parents' mobile phone by snapping my toes.
What is different from usual after school is that I didn't have a hearty chat with my classmates. But like an arrow straight to my warm and terrible home, straight to my bedroom.
"Son, come out. Dad wants to talk to you." That cry, which was not too loud, also strongly brought me back from my dream to reality. I feel that the incident will develop as I expected and there will be a scolding.
I never imagined that my father would take me into the kitchen and put the fish I just bought in the pot. The fish that just came out of the water jumped from side to side like naughty children. You see, dying fish won't give up. What reason do you have to give up? As soon as the voice fell, the fish plopped back into its own water. I seemed to realize something, and from then on I restrained myself from giving up.
From then on, I took "getting up from where I fell" as my motto. Every time I fail in the exam, I won't complain. I will start reviewing after analyzing the problems.
From then on, I will never give up.
From then on, I no longer write 13 "Mom! Mom! "With my voice, I went home, and I am very happy today! Because I won the first prize in the composition contest. I want to surprise my mother!
"What's the matter?" I saw my mother poking her head out of the kitchen with a spoon in one hand and a handful of salt in the other, and asked me excitedly. I am glad to tell her that I won the first prize. My mother immediately put down the spoon and rushed out of the kitchen, staring at my award in her hand, with a happy smile on her face. My mother looked at it and said, "Ouch! My dear son! You did a good job. Mom, go cook for you and celebrate! " I answered excitedly, and then immediately ran to the sofa to watch TV. After dinner, I went downstairs to play! It suddenly occurred to me that Xiaohong invited me to her house to play. I went to her house to find him. Xiaohong's house is not far from mine. I won the first prize in this competition, but Xiaohong won the second prize. When I got home, I saw Xiaohong's mother looking at me with a smile and saying, "Xiaohong is still reviewing." You two can play another day! " Go back first! "I have to go home. After that, I went to Xiaohong many times and she didn't see me. She has been studying at home.
When I got home, I found many people at home. They know that I won the first prize in this competition, and they keep praising me. After listening to it, my heart is as sweet as honey, and my heart is like a cloud nine. My mother also encouraged me to continue my efforts to win prizes in the whole province and even the whole country. I feel my eyes shine. At this time, grandpa said, don't be proud after winning the prize, but I didn't take grandpa's words to heart and forgot them all. Soon after, I, I went to another competition, and Xiao Hong, who had never seen me before, also took part. I walked into the examination room with confidence. After the exam, I found that my name was not on the certificate, but Xiaohong won the first place. I was disappointed, but I analyzed (the reason is that I was proud of winning the first place before, and I didn't work hard. I was immersed in honor, which made me step back and make no progress. With this lesson, I understand that I must be down-to-earth, study hard and make continuous progress.
From then on, I am no longer proud!
I stopped writing 14 from now on. I am an introverted dancer. I never like to let others appreciate my performance, nor do I like the feeling of being pointed at by the camera. Compared with these, I prefer to practice alone in a small room, like a mimosa hiding in the corner.
And all this, my dance teacher saw, plus my excellent qualifications, the teacher signed up for the competition instead of me. When I heard about it, I was very scared, just like countless ants running around in my body. I began to resist everything about dancing, completely unaware of the teacher's good intentions towards me. But I can't reverse everything, I can only go forward with a stiff upper lip. The game finally started.
This is the first time I have seen such a huge stage. It stretches out in all directions like a giant tree in a fairy tale. The strong light made me unable to see clearly what was in front of me for a long time. I think I'm about to collapse. But I was pushed up. The high stairs seem to laugh at me, too. My legs are like two noodles, so soft.
"I'm afraid." I seem to have exhausted all my strength.
The result of the performance can be imagined, and it is also the bad I expected. I never want to go on stage again.
During that time, my mood was very low. I took my mistakes in the game as the biggest shame and didn't even want to lift my head when I left. My dance teacher came to me and sincerely said a lot of things I still remember, which made me understand how timid I am now.
I also took the initiative to sign up for a competition, which made teachers and family feel gratified. I want to break through myself and find my long-lost confidence. In this way, I stood on another brand-new stage, ignoring everything around me, and the performance began.
"I'm not afraid." I still used all my strength.
After a dance, flowers and applause surrounded me. I completed the challenge of life with a near-perfect dance.
Life is the biggest stage. What I have to do is to stop being afraid, stand bravely on the stage, meet the challenges again and again, and tell myself loudly that I am no longer afraid of the stage.
I stopped writing 15 from now on. I always thought I was a strong person. From primary school to now, failures and setbacks have become commonplace. When I was a child, I often cried because I was bullied by my classmates at school, scolded by my teacher and eliminated from the competition, until one thing completely changed my character.
It was the fifth grade. There is a game in this city. When I got home, my mother wrote this article seriously until very late. I changed it again and again until I thought it was perfect.
The next day, I handed it to my teacher, who was still surprised: "Didn't you copy this?" I am very happy, too. I always thought I could win the prize and get back in the spotlight. I went home and talked with my mother for a long time, and I was very happy.
A few weeks later, the teacher heard that I didn't win the prize, but a classmate won it. The school praised him at the flag-raising ceremony and asked him to read his own. To be honest, I don't think his is much better than mine. Maybe I'm too subjective.
From then on, I understand that sometimes efforts and gains are not directly proportional, so no matter how sure you are, don't give yourself too much hope before the result is unknown, lest the result doesn't match the guess and you will be sad.
I have experienced this experience too many times, and my weakness is being worn away little by little. Over the years, I have also learned how to vent my emotions, how to be strong, how to comfort myself and convince myself to change slowly.
From then on, I believed in the necessity of being strong, and I will continue to cultivate my own strength. I hope that one day, I can be really strong and no longer weak.