Chapter 1: The gift of life
When I opened my eyes, I stared at this strange and new world. I knew that I would have a beautiful life.
My life started in the cold of falling snow. The snow was flying, and it was thickly covered with a winding path. I looked: That should be the direction of my life!
When I touched the biting cold in the soft snow, I knew that the next moment I would have spring. I ushered in spring, and also ushered in the precious and beautiful childhood in my life. There is a sea of ??flowers in childhood, rolling with fragrant waves. I held flowers in the sea of ??flowers, cheering for joy, admiring the gorgeous appearance of the sun shining on the sea, and listening to the joyful songs of birds swimming in the clouds. Childhood is as full of vitality and warmth as spring.
When the sea of ??flowers in childhood no longer laps the waves, I know that the first spring of life has gone far, and it is time for me to carefully follow the next path.
The real door of life has opened. Looking into the distance, it is a muddy road, but I will not flinch, I will move forward. After dragging my feet in the mud for a long time, I fell countless times. Even if I am covered in yellow mud, I have to get up, because life tells me that where I fall, I get up. I did it and became braver. Looking back suddenly, I found that although life is full of muddy roads, "the clearest footprints are left on the muddiest roads." This is what life tells me.
I learned to be strong on the muddy road. Stepping onto the flat ground, I shook off the yellow mud on my body, faced the sun, and continued moving forward. Gradually, flowers bloomed on the road. I slowed down and paid attention to the beautiful flowers and the road under my feet. I am on guard against the traps that may appear at any time while appreciating the joy of life. I know that once you fall into a trap, it’s hard to get out. Therefore, on the road to blooming flowers, I learned to be cautious.
The pace of life cannot stop. I came to a forest of thorns. Now I really felt that I could not succeed. I believe many people will think this way when facing a major disaster in life. After feeling timid and thinking, I finally endured the pain, pushed aside the thorns and moved forward desperately. Finally, when darkness is defeated by light and obstacles are replaced by success. Looking back, I couldn't help but smile, feeling happy for my efforts. The road full of thorns taught me confidence and courage.
His hands were already covered with blood spots and were pierced by thorns. But it feels like the sun is shining in my heart, with infinite light. Suddenly, a piece of paper floated from the sky and fell to the ground. I picked it up and it read:
"Strong, cautious, brave and confident. Cherish me - life"
I think this is the gift of life.
Chapter 2: The gift of youth
Stepping on the soft soil of April, feeling the lingering fragrance of the world, bathing in the spring of life. Set up a wooden plow, sow the seeds at the end of the dream, and calmly accept the poetic gift of youth. So dreams thrive in this gift; we grow in this warmth.
I want to go to a distant place, to the south of the Yangtze River where there are pear blossoms and spring rain. I want to walk through the drizzle in a plain cloth and explore the romance of heaven and earth. I want to touch the deep grooves on the bluestone, which are the kiss marks of vicissitudes of life and the sound of history settling in the glitz. I want to go to a hazy alley to find a girl with the fragrance of lilacs, and I want to climb up to the ancient pavilions and find the heart-stopping singing voice that is rare.
I want to go to the Inner Mongolia prairie in the hot and unbearable August, bypassing the hassle of the journey. In the green wind, in that cunning tranquility, washing your feet and moisturizing your eyes makes the fatigue that has been overwhelming from your heart to your brows disappear in an instant, your mind suddenly becomes enlightened, and your worries are suddenly unloaded. Walking with the cows and sheep, I want to relax my body and mind like a blade of grass in the wind, a free cloud in the blue sky, washing away the urban dust with the refreshing wind, talking nonsense, or saying nothing at all, Lie on the grass, close your eyes, and let your spirit graze in the distance. I want to personally taste the simple smile and pure care in the yurt overflowing with milk.
I am writing a picture of youth, and there are many more things I want. I want the fragrance of flowers in the entire spring mountain, and the moonlight in the entire ocean.
I like to stand in the middle of the crowd, laugh and play with my friends, tell the secret of pride, and exchange each other’s understanding and insights about friendship and youth; I like to hold my father’s arm and my mother’s waist, I like a family that is unbridled in their family ties. I like their happy smiles and tears when they are moved. I like the family ties where blood is thicker than water. I enjoy my uninhibited growth in this family ties.
I like thick books and delicate fallen leaves. I like the pure hugs of my friends, and I like the three years we have spent together.
These are the gifts given to me by youth, allowing me to grow proudly toward the sun; and the nourishment and moisture of dreams, allowing me to work harder to achieve today and face the future with more confidence.
“The deepest and most peaceful happiness in life is to quietly observe the heaven, earth and human world, and slowly taste the harmony and beauty therein.
"This harmony and beauty are the gifts of youth. I want to gaze with a gentler gaze, hold the youth with a more persistent hand, and travel with it.
Chapter 3: One-minute gift composition< /p>
The fastest and slowest, the longest and shortest, the most ordinary and precious, the most easily overlooked and the most regrettable thing in the world is time - Gorky
Time is composed of countless one minutes, and one minute is indispensable in our lives. What do you understand by one minute? Now, let us enter the one-minute moment together. , let us experience a minute together...
When you are suffering for a period of time, a minute is very difficult and extremely long. It can be said that seconds are like minutes and days are like years. In life, it is so long. I also have a profound experience.
Whenever I measure the speed of skipping rope for one minute, I feel that the minute passes very slowly. Every time the rope passes under my feet, I feel anxious. I feel that the time has come. But every second I seem to be attracted and infected by the vitality of life, I don’t want to leave...
A minute in speed skipping is always long; It is a test of our endurance; always when I jump to more than 250, its tail "escaped" from my hand, always making me sweat profusely and panting...
One minute is sometimes very long, sometimes very short.
Each class break is composed of ten one-minute breaks, but we always feel that it ends so quickly. Hurry. Here we are looking forward to the stars and the moon, and the bell has just rang. Over there, the least expected bell is urging us to enter the classroom quickly and get ready for class...
Every time I want to keep the happy time between classes a little longer, so that we can play happily for a while, but time flies by so fast, between us playing and playing, and between our laughter and laughter, "swish" The earth flies by...
One minute is long and short. So, how much is it worth?
The ancients said, "One inch of time is worth one inch of gold, and one inch of gold cannot buy an inch of money." "Time". One minute is comparable to money, it is very precious.
Whenever we walk into the examination room, we will feel the preciousness of time. Maybe with one more minute, we will make several more question; maybe one more minute, we can check more errors; maybe one minute is the difference between ordinary schools and key schools; maybe...
Maybe one minute of police delay, the prisoner will They will run away; maybe if the firefighters delay for one minute, the fresh life will disappear forever in the fire; maybe if the doctor delays for one minute, the patient will die due to ineffective rescue...
One minute is not enough What is delayed cannot be delayed. Therefore, we must cherish every minute.
Time is fair to everyone, and it will not favor any one person. People are stingy. Those who cherish time will achieve great things, while those who waste time will achieve nothing.
Time passes by in a hurry and it will not stay at a certain moment. As Mr. Zhu Ziqing said, "When I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by my gaze..."
Friends, Let us seize every minute, cherish every minute, let the gift of one minute become the most beautiful gift of time, and let us become the masters of time!
Chapter 4: The gift of life
Maybe you have ideals in your heart, but success is elusive; maybe you are eager to grow up, but time is so long; maybe you are eager to grow up, but time is so long; maybe You hate vulgarity, but all trivial matters fill your life; maybe you yearn for fame, but you are still ordinary; maybe - in short, everything in life makes you unhappy and makes you feel more stressed, then Where can we get the gift of life?
In fact, pressure is also a gift of life. It will make you understand that if you want to live a fulfilling, unrestrained, optimistic and free life, you must learn to withstand pressure.
The so-called "bearing pressure" is "patience". Patience is not about surrendering, it is about gathering strength and preparing for the next sprint; patience is not about retreating, it is about taking a break in preparation for creating more brilliance.
Maybe a sudden storm has washed away your good mood, but you can use your smile as bright as the sun to purify the rain and ignore it, because if there is no storm, there will be no clear sky and no rain. The joy of the rainbow; maybe the sudden cold winter will make your thin clothes cold to the bone, but you can use your heart as warm as the sun to warm the whole winter. Don't care about it, because winter has come, can spring be far behind? ?
There are many things in life that we did not expect. It is precisely "if you want to cross the Yellow River, it will be blocked by ice, and you will climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow." Otherwise, how can we "travel difficult, difficult, and divergent" , where are you now?” You will definitely sigh with tears and ask the flowers without saying a word, but it doesn't matter, as long as you always keep in mind the great ambition of "there will be strong winds and waves, and hang up the clouds and sail across the sea", you will definitely There is a hope that "there is no way out of mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers." I believe that as long as we have a strong will, a magnificent tolerance, and a broad mind, we will be able to withstand pressure, overcome pressure, and then enjoy pressure.
Friends, let us enjoy pressure together, live under pressure, and grow under pressure.
Chapter 5: The gift of family love
Time flies, and I have gradually grown up. Growing up, my parents taught me a lot and gave me a lot.
My mother gave me tolerance
When I was a child, I thought my mother was a "doorstep bag". No matter how hard others used unpleasant words, my mother never spoke back. I thought at that time, my mother is really cowardly. Therefore, I always looked down on her, and my mother seemed to feel it, but she never argued with me, but I still thought I was right.
When I was seven years old, it was time for me to go to school, but because I was too young, the school refused to accept me. So my father looked for connections and found the person who had a quarrel with my mother. Unexpectedly, that person He readily agreed.
A few days later, my mother called me over and said to me seriously: "Son, are you wondering why that person agreed to my mother's plea? Don't think that my mother treated that person last time. Giving in is cowardly. You have to know that when you are more tolerant in dealing with others, you will have less hatred; if you have less hatred, you will have more friends; if you have more friends, you will have more ways out!" words, I suddenly realized. My mother’s words still ring in my ears and have benefited me a lot. My tolerance in getting along with friends has enabled me to have many friends. Mom, your tolerance for others has taught me how to get along with others. Mom, thank you for the gift of tolerance.
My father gave me confidence
"Test, test. The teacher's magic weapon." I am afraid of any test. When the teacher talks about the test, I feel unsure. You know, if you don't do well in the exam, the teacher will glare and frown, which is really scary. So, when I think about the exam, I break out in cold sweat...
The final exam is coming again. All the students are reviewing nervously, and of course I am too. But because I wasn’t confident, I didn’t review anything. Even so, as soon as I get home, I have to enter into intense review. "First easy, then difficult, grasp the key points." The teacher's words are still ringing in my ears. Dad saw me reviewing, walked in gently, touched my cold hand, he seemed to understand something, and said with a smile: "Son, the exam is just a form, but only the exam can prove you You have to believe in yourself and give yourself confidence in your abilities."
The word "confidence" is deeply imprinted in my heart, allowing me to work with a calm mind from now on.
Facing every exam. Thank you father, you make me confident.
Because of the tolerance of spring, there will be a colorful spring; because of the confidence of the grass, there will be a green earth. Because of the tolerance my mother taught me, I learned to treat my friends with a tolerant heart. I believe that the confidence my father gave me gave me a calm heart to face every test in study and life. This is the best gift my parents have given me.
Chapter 6: The gift of youth
What is youth like? Youth is like the sunshine at noon, which can emit dazzling light; youth is like the turbulent sea water, which collides with the rocks to create passion; youth is like fire and water, when they meet, they burst out their respective powers.
Youth allows us to have dreams, whether they are small or great, out of reach or within reach, we are all working hard and sweating for them. Some want to be scientists, to refute fallacies and reveal the truth; some want to be lawyers, to point out social phenomena, punish the scum of society, and clear the innocent; some want to be garden craftsmen, just to beautify the environment and make the city look better. Take on a new look; some want to be writers and write their own voices in pen and ink...
No matter whether the dream can be realized or not, we are always working hard, just because of our persistence in the dream.
Although youth gives us dreams, it also makes us experience setbacks.
When a seedling is about to grow into a big tree, it has to go through wind and rain, severe cold and heat. And those who are persistent in their dreams will also encounter stumbling blocks. Whether they stand up or give up depends on how passionate they are about their dreams.
Most people choose the former. They believe that there is no difficulty that youth cannot challenge. The sword of youth and strength and the tenacious will enable them to fight to the end.
In the setbacks, they overcame obstacles and became stronger.
Youth is both bitter and sweet.
It allows us to gain friendship, allows us to encounter natural and beautiful innocence, allows us to communicate with each other, has greetings of mutual concern, and has a heart to encourage each other. Sometimes you save me from trouble, sometimes I help you forget the sad memories, sometimes we quarrel over small things, but we never lose that friendship. Being accompanied by friends on the journey of youth makes me not feel lonely.
Youth only comes once. We must cherish the gift of youth and have a unique youth. Composition
Chapter 7: Unparalleled Gift
I know that I am a happy person. Because what the world has given me is unparalleled in my heart.
The world did not give me money, beauty, or high IQ, but it gave me a good father, a good mother, a pair of eyes that can see the world, and a pair of eyes that can see the world. Ears that can listen to the world... It has given me so much, so unparalleled, that I am already very content.
I once read a story about a beggar. This is an old beggar, he looks very pitiful. He wanted to ask the author for some money, but the author searched all over his body and couldn't find a penny. So the author felt guilty and said to the beggar: "Don't be offended, brother, I didn't bring anything." Unexpectedly, the old beggar did not show any disappointment, and even smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, brother, this is also Thank you for your charity!”
In this beggar’s heart, what the author gave him was an unparalleled gift. In fact, what he wants most is not charity from others, which at best only contains sympathy, but respect. This respect made him feel warm, something that money could not do, so it was an unparalleled gift.
Everyone will have gifts that he thinks are the best, and these will also be the most useful! It's like the world has given me these things so that I can live well and work hard.
Because of these eyes that can see the world, I can see colors and see my dear parents; because of these ears that can listen to the world, I can hear the flowing sound of spring water and the sound of small children. Along with the sweet singing of birds, I can also hear the most cordial voices of my teachers, classmates, and family members; because of this mouth, I can make sounds and communicate with others; because of this nose, I can smell the aroma of my mother’s cooking. Smell the fragrance of my favorite rose, because of...
And the most important thing is that because of the most unparalleled gift - my parents, I was born! So I am grateful to the world and this unparalleled gift. I will use these to live a good life and keep working hard!
I know that I can do many things because I have these unparalleled gifts!
Chapter 8: The gift of the sycamore tree
At that time, I was silent, and my face was always filled with tiles of sorrow. Gradually, I moved away from life, and it seemed that the plane tree standing in front of the teaching building was also far away from me...
The first time I saw it was in autumn, it was not young then. . The whole body is covered with pits and scars from the passage of time, exuding loneliness and isolation. Just like me, I am far away from my family, away from warmth, and far away from happiness. I sigh, I am a lonely person among the plane trees. Spend this long winter with the sycamore tree...
However, in spring, the sunshine pours down like a tide, shining so brightly that the buds of the sycamore tree open their sleepy eyes, and even appear. green. It was suddenly full of vitality. Even though the rough bark was not smooth to the touch, it was full of vitality, bringing me a little comfort and confidence when I was lonely...
In summer, its branch The stems seem to be getting stronger, striving to reach higher and farther away, never leaving a trace of blue sky to the weeds under their feet. In fact, the sky above the weeds has long been sealed by their endless green leaves. Those weeds struggled with their last strength, trying to get some sunshine, but the green giant paid no attention to the panic, rampage, and abandoned weeds. Facing the powerful green giant, Feng'er seemed to be a lot more docile, gently touching the dust with both hands, for fear of offending the giant...
This green-like, urging someone to With a little bit of hope, I quickly became happy. I could no longer resist this kind of power, and the corners of my mouth were raised slightly...
"Bingbing, come over and play together." My deskmate said, coming over and grabbing me, pulling open the lock on my heart, like That green power is irresistible. Before I ran far, I looked back at the green sycamore tree, which was nodding gently in the breeze.
I laughed, really laughed, and with the guidance of my friends, I walked towards my piece of the sky...
Finally, I understood, I changed, and I also gained - from always being the same person. As a person, I became a person who loves to cry, love friends, and love life when I am with the sycamore tree. I got the smile, warmth and light given by the sycamore tree...
The sycamore tree What is given as a gift is a kind of warmth, a kind of joy, a kind of happiness, a sign that makes people’s mouth corners rise...