"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Yes! Although the sword is sharp, who has experienced the tempering and forging he has experienced? Although plum blossoms are fragrant, who knows the cold and frost she spent? People only see the sharpness of the sword. Who thought about his experience? People only see the elegant beauty of plum blossom, and who can understand her suffering? All these show people their indomitable and indomitable achievements, which were achieved in hardships and winter.
Just like I didn't get satisfactory results in the exam. I was sad when I heard the score, but I thought more about hard work. Look at that aggressive score. Isn't that exercise? Isn't that bitter cold? Isn't this the frustration and difficulty I have to face? I don't think I should cry. I don't cry in the face of setbacks. I should open my heart, face the sea, and spring blossoms. Because this is not failure, but exercise, which is the auxiliary line for me to fly higher and run farther. This is a brand-new beginning, and it is the basis for me to move to the next step. But these exercises let me know that the meaning of success is to share joys and sorrows, and let me know how to struggle. Recalling the difficulties experienced again and again, isn't it the best teacher for our spiritual growth?
Therefore, we want to make swords, and our sharpness has been tempered again and again: we want to make plum blossoms, and our beauty has gone through winter after winter. Without hard work, cultivation and overcoming, how can we achieve success, victory and glory? As long as we move forward in the wind, everyone is a "sword" and everyone is an "unyielding plum blossom!"
2. The 450-word composition of "The Enlightenment of Poetry" is young and hard, and the boss is sad. "-if you don't work hard as a teenager, you will regret it when you grow up. Although this sentence is an ordinary poem, even the first-grade children can recite and understand it, but it always inspires me to fly to the lofty and broad hall of knowledge.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I was very careless. Among the students with uneven academic performance, I was worse. When I come home from school, my parents always urge me to review carefully and consolidate pinyin. Seeing that my friends are having a good time, but I am thirsty to review, I really envy them!
At this moment, a bad idea came to my mind: cover your ears and steal the clock. I told my parents that I had finished reviewing Pinyin. I put away my pinyin cards neatly, and suddenly a gust of wind blew away my Chinese literacy textbook. Ten bright red words "If a teenager doesn't work hard, the boss will be sad" jumped into my eyes. Suddenly, a picture appeared in my mind, an old beggar with a foul smell and rags begging from passers-by with a broken bowl. Will I be like this in the future? Thinking, thinking, I opened a card that smiled at me.
For a time, I was obsessed with online games. Don't listen carefully in class, make small moves, don't take the initiative to speak, and do homework at night. When my parents learned about it, they severely criticized me. Inadvertently turned to the paper of Grade One, and saw ten crooked words, "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad". I thought about my vision for the future at that time, and then I thought about myself now, which really failed me. From then on, I studied hard every day, spoke actively in class, and was once the first in my class.
"Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" inspired me to fly to a lofty and broad knowledge hall.
3. The enlightenment of composition poetry to me. 600-word poetry grew with me.
To me, this is a beautiful word. From the light at the foot of my bed, I got to know it-"Poetry". The picture of reading "300 Tang Poems" in the moonlight is still vivid. ...
When I was a child, I loved poetry, or rather, I loved reciting poetry. Whenever a poem blurts out, I can always hear the praise of adults, see the envious eyes of children, and be grateful to Li Bai, Du Fu and Wang Changling. Although I don't understand it, I love poetry-the pure pride of a child. Poetry once brought me honor. From Tagore, it turns out that a poet can understand that it is not just the Tang Dynasty that is rich in poets. Tagore's simplicity taught me deeply, and his flying words made me really learn to understand. Remember that poem:
"As long as there is a kind of persistence,
Apart from the coast's fascination with the ocean-
Around the sea in the same posture. "
I was deeply impressed by his exquisite design, and moved by your persistence and silence. So I began to understand Shakespeare, Schiller, Pushkin, try to understand Ode to Joy and Captain, try to discover beauty, learn ideas, feel and grow ... Schiller's Ode to Joy can make Beethoven, who has been immersed in depression for a long time and sold his works at a low price for bread, move, absorb the warmth of the sun in the dark and wake up with a song Ode to Joy. Shouldn't this be attributed to the charm of poetry? Because of growing up, poetry brought me not pride and honor, but insightful eyes and increasingly rich heart. In fact, I don't know whether growing up made me understand poetry or because of poetry, I grew up. ...
The charm of poetry taught me to appreciate, the artistic conception of poetry taught me to daydream, the meaning of poetry taught me to be profound, and the eternity of poetry taught me to care ... He just didn't teach me to create. Just because it is a "virgin land" in my heart, it is not allowed to be defiled. Until I read biographies of celebrities. Picasso loved to write poems, but his words were never accepted by people. People's evaluation is: draw your picture! Michelangelo's poems are even more puzzling, because he worked under the yoke of the Pope all his life. However, none of them has given up poetry creation because of their love, because it is a release of the soul and a letter to life and themselves. It turns out that poetry is also a kind of leisure art, not a poet's privilege. So, I began to try writing and didn't mind being criticized. In this process, I gained the most profound experience: "That is the note of the sky". True poetry is not snow, but the spirit of the sky. So it is no longer just a tiled page, a carrier of beauty, a random art, it is no longer abstract, because it is three-dimensional, colorful, still beautiful and mysterious.
It turns out that life itself is an endless poem. ...
4. A poem inspired me to write "Tomorrow is tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Waiting for tomorrow, the past is a waste. . "Meditate this song of tomorrow, and my thoughts are pulled back to that time.
It was a Friday, and the math teacher said that there would be a math test next week. We should use Sunday to do a math test, and we should use Sunday to review and consolidate what we learned this week.
On Saturday, I finished my homework like I was rushing to finish it, ran out and finished it, thinking; Anyway, it's still early, and it's not too late to review tomorrow. Sunday. I read comic books again, eating snacks with relish while reading them. I've put the censorship out of my mind.
On Monday, just after math class, I panicked. Oh, my God. What shall we do? I haven't reviewed yet. Students, our test today will be put off until tomorrow. If some students haven't reviewed well, they can use the self-study time at noon to review again. . The math teacher said this on the podium. Arrangement of the test. I can't help wiping the sweat from my forehead. I thought it was okay. I just need to review at noon.
At noon, the students are reading extracurricular books. I keep telling myself that I did well last week. I should be able to cope with this test. I just started doing it. It went well. I can't do it even if I do it. I was so anxious that my head was sweating, but I still didn't make it to the first quarter. But I think: there are only a few questions, so it should not matter!
I was so shocked by the result after the exam that I almost failed! Looking at the horrible score, I was silent.
After that, I won't put things off until tomorrow. Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Don't make excuses for your mistakes.
5. Enlightened composition brought by famous aphorisms
In our study and life, we have learned many famous sayings and aphorisms, but what I want to do most is that the meaning of life lies in giving, not in accepting, nor in working hard. This flower was said by the famous Mr. Ba Jin. But for us, the realm is like two worlds!
When we see something novel or interesting and beautiful in the shopping mall, we will definitely find our parents, immediately cast a begging look at them, pretend to be miserable, hold their legs and say coquetry in front of them: "Mom and Dad buy me one!" " "When we say this sentence, we never consider our parents' worries and don't think about them. If parents agree, we will hold that thing happily, then we will blurt out something as good as honey and try our best to kiss their ass. However, if we refuse, our door will burst into tears immediately. We will stay there anyway, and our parents will definitely say sternly, "I won't!" We will say firmly. At this time, our faces will inevitably smack and print a red palm print. After being beaten, we will be unconvinced and follow our parents' ass. From then on, you will definitely blame them and ignore them. ...
At this time, do you know how much sweat and hardship your parents have paid to buy these things for you? This is all the hard-earned money of parents! I hate it if I don't buy it … but can you always remember this sentence?
As a person, we can't blame and complain our parents. Without them, we wouldn't be where we are today, so we should serve our parents well instead of always asking them for something to buy!
6. The Enlightenment of Poetry to Me Composition 400 words In everyone's life, only books make people constantly increase their knowledge, and books are very useful to everyone.
Gorky said that "books are the ladder of human progress". Because of books, human knowledge keeps growing, and because of books, our world technology keeps developing. Shakespeare said that "books are the food of mankind". If everyone in the world likes reading, how beautiful and colorful the world will be! If you want to study, you must read good books, be complacent about poetry and love reading. Maybe you will change your destiny when you grow up.
Although I am now a fifth-grade pupil, I usually sit in a chair and read books such as History of China, Famous Soldiers of China and Geography of China when I am at home. When I was fascinated, I felt like a little bookworm. Books are our knowledge flying car. Today, they take us across Gu Xiao and take us outside to learn more knowledge. Books are our food, so that we can't use them all our lives and have enough to eat. Books are our eternal friends for life, and we can't do without them.
Reading really benefited me a lot. Books are important to everyone.
Reading is reading a good book. Don't read books that are useless to us, such as comics and ghost stories. Try not to read these books. Don't be fascinated by bad books. If you are addicted to bad books, you should be able to restrain yourself and beat yourself. Books! Is the eternal friend of mankind.
7. The feelings brought by famous aphorisms or poems inspire you to write a composition. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it.
Dong Yu, a famous scholar in ancient China, said: "Nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it." It means to have upward determination, be hard-working, not afraid of difficulties and never give up! Stick to the end and do it, no matter what difficulties can stop you. A little thing made me deeply understand its meaning.
It was an advanced placement exam in physical education class, and the result was not very good, so I made up my mind to do well in the next exam. So, I practiced hard and spent all my homework time practicing skipping. I imitate the movements of Cai Yitian, a skipping master in our class, shaking my wrists, tiptoeing and jumping briskly. I feel great! But there are still some movements that are not in place: the wrist is shaking and the toes are stretched straight. I did it again, corrected those shortcomings, standardized my movements, and jumped faster and faster with higher accuracy. In this way, I get up early every morning to jump rope on the balcony. Slowly, the exam time is approaching, and my speed is very fast.
It's finally time for the exam. We are all ready. As soon as I heard the whistle, I began to enter the state, remembering the essentials of these days in my mind. As time goes by, the beat in my hand is getting faster and faster. There was a whistle and everyone stopped. When I said a number for Yi Tian, I couldn't believe my ears. He counted it for me. " 127!" I made it! The joy and excitement of success suddenly welled up in my heart, and the efforts these days were not in vain.
In this exam, I deeply realized that "nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will." The profound meaning of this sentence shows that nothing is impossible in the world. As long as you stick to the end, work hard and be willing to work hard, any difficulty can be overcome.
8. A poem inspired me to write a composition. It rained a lot during Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. A misty rain spread under the canopy, and unspeakable emotions spread in my heart. The wind is light, foggy and rainy, and the feelings are long and clear. The sound of azaleas breaks old memories, and pine and cypress evergreen water Dong Chang. This year's Qingming, alone in a different place, can not go back to the mood immersed in sadness. There are always phoenix trees in the middle of the night, and the evening wind is sad and rainy! Always bright, Dongfeng drunk. Ping Ming has a nostalgic dream, and it is different to hope to return to the wild goose. With the tourists on the green wave, I plan to take a path to Nangang.
Looking at Nanshan, the path is near the river. The wind and smoke are two or three miles, and the wasteland is four or five elements. The lingering fragrance haunts everyone, and the smoke is clear and thatched. Stepping on the opposite slope, paper ash floated in the misty rain in the line of sight, and the water drops at the tip of the blade were crystal clear as tears. Sacrifice to the grave, groups of white-haired children, piles of guys and girls. Piety knocks on the lonely grave, and the stone tablet laments. Fragrant fragrance, paper ash, azalea, misty rain, peach, apricot, yellow. It's really the spring breeze of cotton embroidery, buried alone in the wild.
In fact, sacrifice is a culture to remind the living. Remember the people who go. People will not remember the dead forever, but only on festivals like Qingming. As Gao Zhu wrote: "When the sun sets, the fox sleeps on the grave. In the dead of night, the children smile at the lamp." .
Life and death, yin and yang. It is the dividing line of life, dynamic and static. The living are dynamic and natural, and the dead lie quietly in the ground, quietly turning into a pile of loess. Life is not long, why not start over? "The window of the mother of Yaochi is open, and the yellow bamboo is sad."
Since ancient times, poets have been idle and worried. There is metabolism in the world, so much trouble in vain. The mountains and rivers flow by themselves, and the years go back and forth from the Spring and Autumn Period. Sighing for decades, looking at the altar does not recall the past. There are incense sticks behind the stage, and children and grandchildren are affectionate. Life is also bleak, relying on fishing for firewood. The fish is satisfied and the wood is smiling. One is holding a fishing rod and the other is holding a knife. Talking about the past and discussing the present with laughter is also the highest realm of life.
It seems that human sorrows and joys are intertwined in this Tomb-Sweeping Day. Recalling the memories in my mind, fresh and bright feelings come to my mind together. Wind, smoke and green willows, desolate and old pine.
In a trance, I returned to the Qingming of that year. In Tomb-Sweeping Day that year, evening rain floated in the night sky. It may be sincere, but the sun is shining. The crystal dew is shining and moving in the sun. A bright and dignified mood hangs over our mood at the same time. The grave is barren, and wormwood grows. Rotten grass and thorns on our parents' graves beat our hearts like cymbals. Under the loess is a foreign land, and under the barren grave is Jiuquan. Those who went never came back, and those who came only saw loess. Our closed eyes seem to see another world beyond tears. White-haired parents, silent eyes standing at the crossroads. The last step is people, and the last step is Jiuquan. The cloth shirt was blown by the wind and the body trembled in the wind. Maybe they are looking up to the sky, eager to know whether the descendants in the world today think of them and whether everything is as usual. We can't restrain ourselves and can't stand the sadness in our hearts. Tears fell on the grass in front of the grave like a downpour in summer, separated by a layer of loess. The wine, fruits and vegetables are so shabby, and the mourning is so pale.
This Tomb-Sweeping Day, who is thousands of miles away from Wan Li, can't visit his parents' graves. The wind is floating, the paper is covered, and the rain is dripping with tears. I am in a foreign land, and my parents are in a foreign land. Suddenly found himself old, unconsciously tired of life. Looking back suddenly, the road of life has gone so far and so long.
Spring breeze! Spring rain, please take away my thoughts of the dead! Please shed tears on the grave to moisten the hearts of the dead. Let our grief, through the bright sunshine, bring some comfort to the deceased. That's all!
In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, the cuckoo sound is interrupted at dusk, and the misty rain is heavier. After a couple of miles of wind and smoke, the east wind is still rolling away. Outside the wasteland, smoke and fog are lingering.
The fog is misty, the rain is hazy, and the heart in front of the sacrifice stage is misty!
9. An essay on the inspiration from the famous aphorism "Failure is the mother of success" inspired me greatly and encouraged me all the time.
I remember I was only in the second grade. At first, I liked English very much and kept asking, "Teacher, when is the exam?" The teacher replied, "In a few days." On the day of the exam, I was full of confidence and thought I would do well in the exam. The results came out soon, and I actually got more than 70 points in the exam. I was really angry and sad at that time. When I got home, I told my parents the test results in disappointment, but they were not angry. Instead, they said to me gently, "Don't lose heart, son. Failure is the mother of success. Sometimes people will inevitably fail, so you have to find out the reason for failure. " After listening to some meaningful words from my parents, I calmed down and recalled the exam. In the original exam, the teacher made a mistake and asked us to write A.B., but I wrote 1.2. Coupled with nervousness, my brain became dull and I didn't react at the moment. I found the reason for my failure. Therefore, in all kinds of exams in the future, whether it is a Chinese exam or a math exam, I always remind myself not to be nervous, to listen carefully and always talk about the exam rules. In the mid-term exam, I relaxed my nervousness and achieved better results. I am ecstatic.
Yes, the famous saying "failure is the mother of success" is very good. After failure, seriously reflect, find out the reason of failure, and then overcome it.