(1) The book has its own golden house, the book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own thousand bells of millet. When I opened the book, I seemed to hear the wise words, the passionate shouts of the warriors, the sighs of withering flowers, and the chirps of birds returning to their nests. I have loved reading since I was a child, and I have developed an inseparable bond with books early on.
When I was three years old, when I was learning to speak and toddling, my mother bought back three hundred Tang poems and taught me to read them one by one: "Flying water flows down three thousand feet, doubtful It’s the Milky Way that has set in the sky.” “I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February.” “Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky.” Whenever guests come to my house, I will cry out my milk. I recited the poem angrily. After listening to it, the guests all touched my head and gave me a thumbs up: "You are so smart, you will definitely be a great poet in the future." After hearing this, my heart felt sweeter than eating ten jars of honey.
In a blink of an eye, I entered the first grade of elementary school, and I learned to read storybooks. "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Aesop's Fables", "101 Smart Stories That Change Your Children's Destiny"... these books have enriched my knowledge. There was a class meeting and a storytelling competition to see who was the "little story king" in the class. When it was my turn, I said vividly: "When Xu Wenchang was a child, someone said that anyone who carried a bucket filled with water across the bamboo bridge parallel to the water would be given a red envelope. Many children failed, but only Xu Wenchang thought of a good idea. Method: tie the red wool rope to the bucket and you can easily cross the bridge. After Xu Wenchang crossed the bridge, he asked the man for a red envelope, but the red envelope was..." The children were all moved by my story, so I was moved. Named "King of Little Stories".
Now, I am in fifth grade. I remember one time, the topic of the composition was "Spring is coming". After the teacher read a sample essay, everyone wrote in the same way: "Spring is coming, the flowers bloomed with smiles, and the grass poked out its little head..." I felt in my heart Suddenly a restless thought passed through me, how boring it is for everyone to write like this! I want to see spring with my own eyes and write about spring with my own feelings. I compare spring to a fairy wearing a wreath on her head, holding a flower wand in her hand, and wearing a green dress. She used the flower stick to light some flowers, and the flowers bloomed with smiles; she used the flower stick to light the ice and snow in the creek, and the creek sang "ding dong, ding dong"; she used the flower stick to light some grass. , Xiaocao stuck her head out; she used a flower stick... My composition was well received by the teacher, and was copied in large characters and posted in the classroom. Looking at the sample essays posted in the classroom, I realized that the book has brought me so many gains.
"There are roads in the mountain of books and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning and hard work is the boat." I would like to be a small grass, sucking the nectar of knowledge; I would like to be a rocket, flying to the universe of knowledge. ; I would like to be a little fish and swim in the ocean of knowledge. Read on, friends.
(2) The generous feelings and joy, anger, sorrow and joy of books have already shown me a charming attitude in Hemingway's novels. I love reading, its wit, its breadth and depth, and its myriad gestures.
So, during this unforgettable summer vacation, I walked into the writings of Hemingway with joy and traveled through the wonderful world of "The Old Man and the Sea".
"The Old Man and the Sea" is a strong book that uses philosophical language to explain a truth to me - people should face failure bravely. I remember there is an old Cuban fisherman Santiago in the book. He has always made a living by fishing. Every day the old man catches many fish. He felt that God was very fair to him. But once, the old man worked for a whole day but got nothing. He was not discouraged, he believed that he would always catch a fish. One day, two days, three days... until the eighty-third day, the old man still found nothing. Being strong, he could not help but feel a little disappointed in his heart, but he did not give up. Finally, on the eighty-fourth day, he caught a big marlin, and the old man smiled happily. He felt that although he had endured a lot of hardships these days, the rewards were worth it. The tenacious old man told us with his strong attitude: People must face failure bravely.
There is a famous saying in the novel: "A person is not born to be defeated. You can eliminate him, but you can't defeat him." This is such a meaningful and inspiring sentence. What a thought-provoking word! Yes, there will be times of failure in a person's life. At this time, difficulties will hinder our progress and setbacks will hit our souls. But even when our body and mind are devastated, our spirit does not allow it to overcome. Just like the outstanding scientist-Edison, he had more than a thousand inventions in his life. In people's eyes he is a genius. But who has thought about how many heart-wrenching failures are hidden behind his success? When faced with failure, he always overcomes it with amazing perseverance and is never afraid. In Edison, I saw a wonderful thing, which is courage. Throughout the ages, there have been countless celebrities and great people, and they have all used their great spirit to write great deeds. All of these tell us: People must face failure bravely.
What is failure? I have asked myself countless times. Now I can seriously say that failure is just a matter of accidentally falling and getting up. So what is success? My father said that success is doing a great career; my mother said that success is being a qualified and competent mother. For me, success means bravely walking out of failures again and again, and learning to "eat first and gain wisdom."
The road in life in the future may be difficult and full of thorns, but I will not be afraid. It won't stop.
I know that I have learned to be brave and strong. "The Old Man and the Sea" is not only a book, but also a good teacher and helpful friend in my life.
(3) Friends are the snowflakes waving from time to time in the long river of your and my life, while a good teacher and friend is the navigation light in our life path. It will always be a loyal listener who will always be by your side and never leave.
"When three people are walking together, I must be my teacher." There are countless guiding lights on the road of life. Otherwise, how could we have the sigh of "There are mountains and rivers and there is no path, but there are dark willows and bright flowers in another village"? Parents, classmates, books, nature, as long as you understand them with your heart, they will be your unforgettable mentors and helpful friends.
One of the best mentors and friends: Parents
"Parents are our first mentors in life." From the time we were born, it was our parents who led us to take the first step in life.
In interactions between people, our parents teach us understanding; when we are filled with anger, our parents teach us tolerance; when we are wronged, our parents teach us tolerance. Our parents are still our most loyal close friends. When I failed in an exam, my parents comforted me like friends: "There is no eternal number one in the world, and hard work is the most important."; When I was wronged, my parents were our loyal listeners, letting me vent, and encouraging me to learn to be tolerant. On rainy days, it is an umbrella above our head, and when we are sad, it is a handkerchief to wipe away our tears.
Parents are the first mentors and helpful friends we see after we open our eyes.
Mentor and helpful friend 2: Books
Holding the hands of our parents, we took the first step. Books have gradually become our spiritual food. It leads us to appreciate the scenery of the motherland and the world, and teaches us the ways of the world.
It is a book that takes me through time and space to talk to Robinson Crusoe in Defoe's works; it is a book that brings me to meet the vicissitudes of Gorky; it is a book that allows me to get to know Wen Tianxiang, who sacrificed his life for the country. Li Shizhen, who tastes hundreds of herbs...
It is another book that encourages me when I am frustrated: there is no perfect way in the world; when I am impetuous, it allows me to talk to me and comforts me: be quiet and frugal, Frugality cultivates virtue. Books are the second step in our lives.
Mentor Three: Dahai
"The broadest thing in the world is your mind." And Dahai's mind is really impressive. It embraces hundreds of rivers and swallows up the sun and the moon. Its broad mind teaches us tolerance.
When you are troubled, its beach allows you to vent, and then a burst of waves will wash away your troubles; its chest allows you to shout, and the troubles you shout will disappear in its chest.
The sea and nature are also silent supporters on our journey of life.
Facing several mentors, the ink in our hearts becomes more and more abundant. Facing good friends, we can throw our troubles into the running water, our frustrations into the breeze, our joy into the clouds, and our smiles. Positioning in the blue sky...
The world is ever-changing and full of ups and downs. It is these mentors and helpful friends who are like guiding lights who guide us to find the right direction. Listen with your heart, feel with your heart, and search with your heart. Your life will be full of Light, and this is what your mentors and friends give you.
(4) When I announced to my friends: My favorite thing is sports, there were exclamations and laughter. I lowered my head habitually and tried my best to think in my mind. He waved away the disbelieving faces he had just swept past. I had lost the idea of ??explaining it to them, or rather, I didn't want to say anything more.
Whenever my parents saw me shaking my fists and stamping my feet in front of the TV because I was watching a football match, they would always say something coldly: "We are watching a football match again. How could a girl like these things so much? "I turned around, refusing to let my confusion be exposed to the air, but I couldn't let go. Why are girls who like watching football games and sports being regarded as aliens? Why can't girls like football?
Since junior high school, I have been hopelessly in love with sports. I regard sports as a second partner besides friends. I am fascinated by the superb skills of athletes in football matches. The passion and joy of sports made me forget all my worries. I buried my love for sports quietly in my heart and kept it like a transparent crystal cup.
Crystal is fragile, just like my persistence which was not supported in the beginning. My parents always objected to me sitting in front of the TV and gnashing my teeth out of nervousness, repeatedly nagging that I should like ordinary girls. Something that kids enjoy rather than rough sports; friends always have a hard time understanding the gleam in my eyes when I talk about football games. So I began to be forbearing and learned to be restrained. I began to know when to be silent and when to discuss with other girls what kind of clothes the celebrity was popular with this year. I retreated my love for sports to a certain corner of my heart, only in a certain place. Expose it to the sun alone on a clear day.
The little prince in the fairy tale is accompanied by a rose, so he does not feel lonely even if he lives alone on a planet. In the mortal world, I have gained a kind of caring comfort in the process of growing up because of the company of sports. It is like a cup of cool soda in summer, refreshing my heart and mind.
Be friends with sports, feel the joyful passion in the exertion, wash away the dust of the world in the sweat, and appreciate the combination of strength and beauty in the arrogance. Even if you are not understood, even if you are lonely, so what if you can only taste it alone? I can still find the purest happiness in sports. I can’t share it, I have it for myself. There is always a sky under the blue sky where I can fly. The warm sunshine knows that there is a girl who once shed innocent tears here, and she is integrated with laughter. The most beautiful picture has accompanied me through the lush years.
But now, the little girl who only knew how to turn around stubbornly can now face confusion and questions with a smile, and can see her own interests from a new perspective. My parents also have a new understanding of my partners. know. My persistence brought me the most simple and touching rewards.
Now I am still excited for the intense competition, I still forget to eat and sleep because of sports, and my eyes are still red from staying up late to watch games, because sports are my most loyal and sincere friends, and they are my most important friends. The most brilliant fireworks that bloomed in my dark night sky when I was confused and depressed, lighting up my entire life.