People live a lifetime, a happy life is a lifetime, and a painful life is a lifetime. Why not? Someone asked me what is the way to be happy? It's actually quite simple. My pleasure is reading. In fact, one's life is like a poem. Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, once said: "Your success and failure are all pieces of poetry, a little bit of poetry."
Some people will choose to give up a happy life because of his failure. In fact, success and failure are both results. If you succeed, you will get flowers and applause. If I fail, I will learn a lot from an experience and start over. If I think so, happiness will grow with me.
When I am immersed in the sea of books, there will be a strong fragrance around me. "My mind is full of poems and books." Over time, great changes have taken place in language, writing and even gestures. As the saying goes, "Breathe like a orchid."
Happiness grows with me. When I was growing up, there was always a personal journey with me. Everything recorded in it was joyful, so I could smile brightly when I was sad.
My mother told me that "people should not be based on money, but on happiness". Yes, money is an external thing, and our happiness is priceless.
Optimists invented submarines, pessimists invented lifebuoys. Which do you prefer, two completely different lives? Of course, people always choose an optimistic life.
Happiness is a kind of wealth. God gave us mouths, not to complain, but to laugh. We have such a good condition, of course, we should make good use of it and not let it go to waste!
Happiness gives us a yearning for future life and fuels our fighting spirit. Let's set sail and run to the blue sky with poetry!
Happiness made me grow up in a poetic golden wheat field. Happiness will accompany me on the Avenue of Stars!
2. Accompany the growing composition mother! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. "Mom, you are an umbrella, accompanied me through the ups and downs of 14 years, and you are my forever support.
When I was five years old, I was just an ignorant child. I am full of strangeness and curiosity about this world. You were very gentle. You always take care of me in life. Whenever I am sick, it is your busiest time. In the face of naughty ignorance, you always touch my head and never blame me.
10 years old, I was already a sensible teenager. At that time, you were the guiding light on my learning road. Whenever I am upset and depressed because of my unsatisfactory grades, you will always stand in front of me and pat me on the shoulder and say, "Failure is the mother of success." Your encouragement is my confidence and motivation to move forward. And when I make small achievements in my study, you always remind me: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind."
14 was a little rebellious. I'm already trying to get rid of you. But when I leave you, I can't help thinking of you, my mother. At that time, my foot was hurt. You always told me to protect myself, but I took part in the school 800-meter race behind your back. You're sorry to know that paper can't wrap fire. On the way home, I was afraid to look you in the eye. I find your eyes are red. Those hoarse words pierced my heart like arrows. I dare not speak because I know I am wrong. When I got home, I rushed back to my room. I can't support you After a while, you came in without saying anything. You just squatted down, lifted my injured foot and rubbed it slowly. At the moment, I find the wrinkles around your eyes, and the white hair on your head is silver. You are old, really old, and you are old to me. At this point, tears swirled in her eyes. The sentence that has been in my heart for a long time finally came out: "Mom, I'm sorry." She looked up and smiled. I also gave a burst of laughter. Then we hugged each other tightly.
In the ups and downs of 14, you accompanied me step by step.
What are the good postscript of the composition about accompanying growth? The wind was so strong that I slapped my cracked face with sand in my arm and felt very painful. Same second-hand bike, same thick back.
This should be the third and last time that I sit on your bike. The first time was when the Spring Festival approached that year, and you drove me to ask for my salary. It was the first Spring Festival after you were laid off, and I danced happily with the illusion of buying sugar. As a result, the boss's door closed, and you got nothing after three months of hard work. Helpless, you put me on the bike and drove me to buy inferior candy. Eating and eating, I try my best to tell you that sugar is really sweet.
The second time was in the following summer. I have to pay my tuition, and there is no money at home. You stay at home all day and drive me out at night. I know, the destination is my aunt's house. When I went uphill, I hugged your waist and smelled the familiar smell. I suddenly feel very sad. Seeing you bow to your aunt, I can't help crying. With borrowed money, watching you sweat like rain, I really want to tell you that I am very happy to have you along the way.
This is the last time. Tomorrow, you will leave my world with your bike. You took me aimlessly in the wind, and the clothes blown by the wind seemed to wrap me in. This is the last part of the road you drove me. We are quiet and have no words. Looking at your back, I suddenly forgot the taste of happiness. I told you to stop, but you didn't seem to hear me. Keep riding. I don't know whether it was too windy that day or my voice was too low. You left me only one figure along the way.
The last part of the road, I really want to have one thing that will make me remember this slightly older man forever. But, no. You took me on a journey after another, leaving me with a warm back and a sentence: "Remember, there is me on the road."
"Yes, I'm glad to have your company along the way. Even if I leave you, I will remember: I have you all the way. "
There is a memory that can last for a long time, a yearning that can last for a long time, and a pair of comfortable and warm hands that I will never forget. I'm starting to miss you, and I believe you will accompany me all my life. The white hair on my temples, the wrinkles on my forehead, and my mountain-like father left me with eternal memories. I just want to say: "In this life, with you all the way, I am no longer lonely, no longer lonely."
When growing up with me, I liked to be crazy downstairs with a group of girls about my age. Make a cake with mud to celebrate the past birthday; Decorate colorful dreams with countless petals; Dig a hole, water it and bury the shining stars. We are all children of nature. Grass is our good friend and flowers are our partners.
Now, I am no longer downstairs all day, taking exams, doing homework and reading books in my spare time. Do I no longer care or don't want to review? Memories are like ink paintings. If they remain dusty for a long time, they will fade away like ink painting. Occasionally, we will meet, but downstairs, there are no cakes, no petals, and no buried stars. Cake, already eaten, doesn't matter; Petals will be seen in dreams, but reality does not allow us to have time to dream, so it is meaningless; The stars returned to the sky, leaving only a little starlight and memories. When I was a child, I said I wouldn't grow up. Will Peter Pan be angry? So, he won't let us go back, really can't go back.
I really liked going to school when I was a child. In class, the problem is as simple as that, and the scene of raising your hand enthusiastically is really touching. It is a habit to go out to play after class. Skipping rope, shuttlecock, what are those three words? sorbet, so naive, but it poured all my happiness. Joy spread all over the world. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, what matters is the happiness that permeates around you and the world. When we come home from school, we have the truest love and the most beautiful love in the world.
Although going to school is not a burden now, that kind of mood has vanished. I will still answer in class, but I am moved and thrown into Java. After class, it no longer represents madness, and happiness slowly drifts away. I have tried, but I can't find that happiness, that joy, that best, most permanent but gradually blurred memory.
I learned a lot and lost a lot in the process of growing up. I really don't understand if I can get back those people, those things, those memories that I really don't want to lose.
5. Write an article "Smile and Grow with Me".
Looking back on the road I have traveled and the footprints I have left behind, I know what real bitterness, real joy, real pain, real misfortune, real loss and real beauty are. ...
Life is so wonderful. Unconsciously, I grew up. It will be hard to accept. Sometimes, life is too dramatic, playing tricks on us and making us cry.
Slowly, I am growing.
Growth is indeed a very difficult process. How spectacular it is for the young eagle to grow into a goshawk flying in the blue sky; How difficult it is to go from the budding bud to the spectacular scenery of a hundred flowers ... However, in the process, it is also accompanied by disappearance. Like smiling.
I used to smile, but now it's just a vague memory.
Childhood dreams are beautiful. Even without God's special gift, I can feel God's selfless gift all the time. Childhood life is carefree, even if there is no paradise enjoyment, even if there is no homework imposed by the teacher, the innocent nature is full of our happy childlike innocence. ...
Once upon a time, I began to recall the past. Movie-like fragments are constantly displayed in my mind, black and white pictures, vague but attractive scenery, vague but vivid faces, vague but never-fading smiles. .
There is an old man. Lonely old man. Always lean back in the chair, tilt your head slightly, look at the horizon, look at the sunset, look at the sunset. Smiling. Like a statue. The wrinkles on his face show his vicissitudes; Toothless, white-haired, as if witnessing his years to the world. Nobody cares about his daily life, nobody cares about his existence, nobody cares about his life, and nobody wants to hear about his troubled times.
He's, uh, missing. On an unconscious morning.
It was sunny and warm that day. Is the sunshine quietly taking away the old man's smile, or is the wind gently brushing away the old man's smile? So quiet, like a dream. Come gently, walk gently.
The old man is gone. The chair still stood there quietly. Empty space. Reminds me of an old man. Lonely old man. Watch the sunset, watch the sunset, and smile. Yes, he left. Maybe, I went to Elysium. Let the holy water wash away his bitterness and vicissitudes, and pray for happiness in the afterlife. ...
As I grew up, I gradually realized that old people were lonely. But I envy the old man's smile more. It will be a picture that will never fade, and it will witness the optimistic and broad life of the elderly.
How difficult the road is, the pace is still moving forward. ...
Slowly, I am growing. ...
6. There is an urgent need to write a short composition of about 600 words, entitled "Happiness grows with me". Life is like a winding mountain stream, which sometimes stops and sometimes rolls in.
The process of human growth is full of thorns, and there are always difficulties and setbacks. Faced with these, only happiness is the inexhaustible source of growth and the driving force for a peaceful life.
However, in the process of growth, different people have different definitions of happiness. Everyone can find their own happiness, and I am no exception.
Growing up, happy and carefree. When I concentrate on doing ordinary things, happiness always comes inadvertently
When I was a child, happiness flowed quietly while playing hide-and-seek with my children and pretending to be a homebrew. The happiness of youth floats gently in the play between classes and classmates.
Now, happiness flies freely in the sea of knowledge, is released in the self-display, and blooms in the colorful youth life. Since childhood, happiness is the warmth of the family.
Happiness is the warm cotton-padded clothes that parents send at the right time in cold weather; Happiness is a fragmentary instruction from parents before going to school; Happiness is the silent blessing of my relatives on my birthday ... when I enjoy happiness and warmth, happiness is always in my heart. Since childhood, happiness is the nourishment of friendship.
As I grew up, I gained a lot. It is our infinite wealth to make many friends among them.
Happiness is often passed silently in friendship. When I am in trouble, my friends will give me kind help; When encountering setbacks, friends will send sincere encouragement; When you are complacent, your friends will give you appropriate reminders and so on.
Friendship is always the most sincere feeling. Friendship makes my life full of sunshine. There will be many things that make me happy in my association with them. I can hide them in my heart, think of them and read them, and I will be happy. I am also very happy to have a heart-to-heart talk with three or five friends and talk about some interesting things and fun.
In life, when I am in contact with my friends, happiness always swims in my smile. Growth and happiness are the satisfaction of success.
As the saying goes, "No pains, no gains." "The happiness of farmers is the joy after harvest; For teachers, peaches and plums are all over the world; For me, happiness is the relaxation after solving a difficult problem, the joy after obtaining excellent results, the satisfaction after a successful attempt, and the excitement when winning the championship in one fell swoop ... The moment after success, happiness always permeates my expression.
It is true that when we set out to do something, we are not sure that we will succeed, and the hope of success is accompanied by the possibility of failure, but happiness does not depend on the success or failure of something we do. Every time before I set out to do it, I said to myself, "Try my best to make it successful. If I fail, I have a chance to do it again. It is not worth it to be heartbroken for one or two failures. "
So I regard myself as a success every time, even if I fail, I am happy. Since childhood, happiness is a state of mind.
When you are in a good mood, everything is sentient and the world shines. Therefore, we must grasp the good mood and learn to brew a good mood.
Mood is designed by oneself, and happiness is created by oneself. In fact, in life, we always have these small and happy things in our hearts. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will feel that happiness has always existed.
A stranger's smile will make me smile; Smelling the faint fragrance of a flower will make me linger; Seeing the golden sunshine outside the window through the curtains will make me feel high; Giving a little help to others will make me happy; Appreciating the things washed after the rain will make me feel very comfortable ... In short, a good mood is the source of living water that makes me happy forever. Seeking knowledge is happy for me; Reading a good book is a pleasure for me; It is very happy for me to form a good habit ... happiness is a choice. If we choose happiness again and again, happiness will gradually become a part of our hearts. Happiness is a feeling. Happiness will not bring us knowledge, happiness will not bring us money, happiness will only bring us strength, which is the driving force for our progress.
Fall in love with happiness, in fact, happiness has always accompanied us to grow up.
7. Write a composition on the topic that I grew up in school. I grew up with 600 words of frustration.
Don't be afraid to run because of a fall, don't curse life because of the wind and rain, and don't lose your way and ignore the natural scenery. Only by overcoming setbacks step by step, challenging setbacks and enjoying setbacks can we find the bright spot of life and enjoy all aspects of growth.
Life is unpredictable, just like the endless sea. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes the waves beat on the shore, but my life has encountered all kinds of thorns and bumps.
It was a dawn morning, and we had an English language test 62616964757a68696416fe58685e5aeb93133363353834. It was also that time that I faced the test of frustration-failure in the exam with uneasy psychology. When I heard this, my heart ached, and a sharp arrow seemed to pierce my young heart from all directions. Why is the result of every exam "black and blue"? It's really terrible, terrible, and I keep its taste in mind. Later, I reflected on myself and tried to find my own shortcomings and defects.
However, how can I face setbacks or avoid them? Is it sinking? Neither, the key is to look at your own choice, I think; Life is the accumulation of countless setbacks. If you can't stand the wind and waves, you can't beat yourself and be at a loss.
In fact, setbacks are not necessarily bad things, but wealth. Later, because of academic setbacks and failures, I learned how to prop up sailing against the current, how to guard against arrogance and rashness, and how to get up again at the bottom of the valley to meet more challenges.
It doesn't matter if you fail, cheer up. Sunshine is always after the storm, and no one will succeed casually. I firmly believe that the rainbow after the storm is always the most beautiful.
Frustration grows with me, and I will use optimism as a beacon so that I won't lose my way. Without an optimistic attitude, we will lose the direction of struggle, lose all our beliefs, and let the ideal sailboat drift, bump up and down, or even be destroyed. Frustration is not a complete defeat, but a warning to you not to be lazy, to stick to your beliefs, and to ride the wind and waves optimistically and calmly at all times. So how can we grow up without setbacks, a kind and strict teacher?
Frustration is accompanied by my growth, and I will be a strong backing, so that I will not be easily knocked down. No life can exist safely unless it is strong. If the tree is not strong and dry, how can it harvest a piece of sunshine and rain? If bamboo is not strong, how can we insist on green hills without relaxation and respect? If Mei is not strong, how can there be a clank pride of Ling-cold driving alone? If people are not strong, how can they have the strength to struggle, pursue, overcome setbacks and overcome themselves? In this way, how can I grow up without the encouragement of my friends?
Frustration is accompanied by my growth. I will take humility as the bottom line and never abandon my personality. People should not only know how to be modest when they are successful, but also adhere to the style of modesty and eagerness to learn when they are frustrated. If you don't take modesty as the criterion, even if you really have a skill, you will lose it because of arrogance and stubbornness. In this case, how can I grow up without setbacks and be the mother of success with softness and rigidity?
Frustration, let me know how to be optimistic, learn to be strong, remain humble, and make my life more exciting. I want setbacks to grow with me!
8. Write a composition: I grew up reading. Gorky once said that "books are the ladder of human progress". I feel that "books are sunshine, and I am like a newly sprouted grass."
Daily growing is reading. Once upon a time, I was no longer addicted to TV series, comics and comic books; Once upon a time, when I stopped crying, I licked my wounds with memories; Once upon a time, I stopped exaggerating my success; Once upon a time, I didn't escape the pain. The new me has walked, cried, laughed and lost while growing up. I learned to persist in reading and I grew up.
When I was a child, books were my companions. When I am lonely, books accompany me. I remember once, my parents were on a business trip, and I was the only one at home. This empty house is really terrible for me to be alone for the first time.
At this time, I saw "100,000 Why" on the bookshelf, so I went over curiously and picked it up. Who knows, I was attracted by the problem of this book. A moment of confusion, a moment of wonder, I am immersed in reading, I am no longer afraid, I become very brave, I grow up.
When I get more, reading becomes the golden key to my knowledge. Reading makes me understand more truth in the book. I remember when I was in primary school, my composition was often praised by teachers and parents, all because of reading.
In fact, all my words and expressions are summarized from reading. Since then, I like reading more. In the second grade, my composition was published in the Red Scarf. I feel honored, but also thank those books that enrich me.
I grow my knowledge by reading, and I grow by reading. It is reading that gives me sunshine when I am lonely and makes me grow sturdily. It is reading that helps me get the best grades and makes me full of confidence. It was reading that made me understand a lot. I grow up in reading and am happy in reading.
The composition of 9.800 words grew with me. In the fifteen spring and autumn years I have gone through, although my teachers have given me rich knowledge and my classmates have given me sincere friendship, I am most grateful to my mother.
do gymnastics
As long as I can remember, my mother has been eating "big books", telling me stories from east to west and from west to east, which enriched my childhood. I remember being in poor health when I was a child. My mother takes me for a morning run every day. When I am happy, my mother leads the way; I am tired, and my mother is driving behind me. In this way, my mother and I walked in the wind and rain for six years without stopping exercising. My mother not only let me "run" out of a strong body, but also cultivated my tenacious perseverance. Now that I think about it, the exercise during that time was very important to me.
trust
I will never forget last year's "love storm". The reason is simple: physical education class, I am reading in the classroom with a female classmate. Just because we both love literature and have the same topic, we are laughed at by our classmates. I was called to the teacher's office to talk, and my mother was invited to school by the principal. I thought she would scold me or slap me in the face, but this time my mother didn't hit me and promised the school that I wouldn't fall in love with her personality. When I got home, my mother looked so calm that I couldn't help shedding tears of gratitude. It is because of her support that the "love storm" quickly subsided.
Loose pressure
Near the entrance examination, my mother never sets goals for me or gives me pressure. She often says: "Only by having a good rest can we study better!" On holidays, you always take me to relive the fun of my childhood and relax. When I walked along the tree-lined path and rocked on the lake, I not only relaxed my nervous mood, but also found the confidence and strength to study.
With my mother growing up, I have these wonderful stories and wonderful feelings.
10. The composition of "People who accompanied me to grow up" Mom, what a great word. My mother is my first teacher, and she grew up with me.
Since I was born, my mother has nursed me with sweet milk; Since I began to learn to speak, my mother has always taken pains to teach me to speak again and again; Since I learned to walk, my mother has always helped me with every step. When I really learned to walk, I accidentally fell down. My mother didn't help me and let me get up alone. Since I can read, the words my mother taught me to read are the words written by my motherland, people and mother. I love my motherland and people. My mother has been with me for 10 years, and I am no longer a baby snuggled up to my mother, but a baby.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother will say to me: "Difficulties are like springs, and if you are weak, he will be strong"; Whenever I fail, my mother says to me, "Where there is failure, there is success, and failure is the same as success"; Whenever I am unhappy, it is my mother who helps me even out; Whenever I am successful and proud, my mother says to me, "Proud peacocks can't fly."
With the growth of knowledge, I am faced with the choice of learning methods. At this time, my mother taught me to remember Einstein's famous saying, "success = hard work+correct learning method+don't lie." Mom also said, "A drop of water can wear a stone, but a rope can saw wood." ...
My mother is an excellent and successful consultant. I firmly believe that on the road of my life, with my mother's company, I will become stronger and grow faster. I am proud of having the best mother in the world.