From the beginning of being sensible, I felt that I was an outcast of fate. When my mother gave birth to me, I already had two sisters. At the first sight of me, my father slammed the door and left. My mother endured the pain and wiped her tears: It's a girl again, hard luck! In order to have another boy, my father gave me to my parents now.

Since I was a toddler, I have always been surrounded by a group of children: "Women on the roadside!" " "(Minnan dialect)" Nobody wants children! " ……

I grew up laughing at them. I began to hate my biological parents-why did you give birth to me and abandon me? I feel inferior.

At the age of going to school, although I yearn for school in my heart, I shrink back when I think of my own life and the ridicule of my partners. My adoptive father said he dragged me to school. At school, I was eccentric and got the lowest grade, and became the teacher's number one "headache" child. I was kicked around like a football. I think I am redundant, and reading widely is my only pleasure.

So, it took me four years.

A new head teacher, Miss Chen, came this year. As soon as school started, she came up to me with a book and said, "I heard that you love reading, so I'll give it to you." Put down the book and left.

I finished reading this book with curiosity, and I found my bosom friend-Tim in the book. He thinks he is the most unfortunate child: he is the fattest and shortest in the class and his family is poor, so his classmates make fun of him. But whenever Tim is depressed, his father tells him beautiful stories. These stories made Tim gradually become confident, and he no longer regarded his short stature as a misfortune. Tim also rediscovered his parents and himself. He feels that he is a happy child under the care of his parents.

After closing this book, I pondered for a long time: in life, I should also change my mind and get to know myself again. I am not an unwanted child. On the contrary, I am a lucky child: I have parents who gave me life and adoptive parents who love me and raise me. Others have only one father and one mother. What about me? There's two fathers's mother. Why should I be so upset and feel inferior?

When I put down the book, I felt that I was bathed in the sunshine, and there was no shadow of being abandoned in my heart. I smiled at myself in the mirror and suddenly felt that my smile was so beautiful.

From then on, I opened my heart, re-recognized myself, regained my self-confidence, integrated into the collective, and faced life calmly and confidently! Self-confidence turned me from an ugly duckling into a beautiful white swan.

Chapter 2: Self-confidence makes me so beautiful.

I am beautiful because I am confident! Ha ha! "I am beautiful because I am confident!" This is my famous saying, I am beautiful because I am confident! I am not as beautiful as Lin Daiyu's face, as brilliant as Xue Baochai's enviable talent, as meticulous as Madame Curie's work, but I am still beautiful. I am beautiful only because I am confident!

To tell the truth, I am not beautiful, even ugly. I, a junior high school student, am about 1.5 meters tall. My dark face is covered with "peas" and there is a caring scar under my mouth. Growing up among tall and strong classmates, I also had embarrassment and inferiority, but now the confident sunshine dispels the haze of inferiority, and I am still beautiful!

Walking on campus and standing under the blue sky, I made a face confidently. Walking on campus, I saw familiar teachers and classmates, and everyone greeted them with a smile. I always feel ugly, let alone beautiful, but my classmates and teachers are very kind to me. They encouraged me and supported me. I'm so happy!

Once, I was walking and chatting with a good friend. I told her that I failed in the middle school entrance examination. I was walking when she suddenly stopped and said to me seriously, "Do you know? In fact, you are really beautiful, you are strong and optimistic, and I like the way you study hard! You are really great, come on! You will be excellent! " After listening to these words, I couldn't help but be elated, but on second thought, do you think she is lying to me? Is it because I failed in the physical education exam that she deliberately comforted me? I believe what she said, and I cheer up, because I believe I can do it, and I am beautiful because I am confident!

There was a public welfare activity at school, and I automatically signed up as a volunteer. I smiled at the camera. I laugh because I am confident; I laugh, because I succeeded, I want to impress everyone with my confident smile and let the smile and confidence pass. In the group activities, every member of the group was moved by his flexible ability and excellent eloquence. After the activity, a younger brother whispered to me, "Sister, you are so beautiful!" " The team leader also praised me straight-capable and smart. The activity photos were developed, and some of them were taken by me with a smile, or were "stolen". The school leader said, "This girl is really beautiful and photogenic!"

In class, I answered the teacher's questions confidently after careful consideration, enunciated clearly and never hesitated. For the teacher's praise, I am not complacent, only confident, always firmly believe that there is no best, only better!

Facing the encouragement of my classmates, the camera and the teacher's questions, I will always keep a confident smile and decide to pass on this precious confidence until I bring it into the examination room!

I know I am still beautiful in the examination room, because I am confident!

Chapter 3: Self-confidence makes me so beautiful.

With self-confidence, there is calmness, tolerance and beauty. I am confident, happy and beautiful.

Life is a mirror, you smile at it, and she smiles back at you. Your face is full of sadness, and he reflects your haggard face. Women should be beautiful. Women need self-confidence, self-confidence, and give women more beauty.

Like Amanda, she always has something positive in her body and a confident power in her eyes. So although she is not beautiful, she looks charming. There are also some women who look like flowers, but have no confidence at all. They just look like a sleeping flower, lifeless and have nothing to do with beauty.

My looks are given by my parents and cannot be changed, but my mind can be tempered and strengthened.

The process of surpassing oneself, such as the pain of silkworm cocoon breaking, growth and progress. Didn't people mature after suffering again and again? There is a big pain and a small pain. As long as you are a conscientious person, accumulate in pain and precipitate in deep precipitation, you will be truly forged and your thoughts will be truly sublimated.

More and more admire those great men, admire their mortal bodies, but have immortal thoughts and souls. What a great idea! One idea can rule the whole world. The strength of the body is not really strong, but the greatness of the mind is really great!

I just told myself that I am more confident now. This self-confidence comes from learning, but also from the modification and dressing up of appearance.

Women, who need to dress up and be beautiful, are always associated with women. A beautiful dress brings people not only a desirable appearance, but also an enterprising force, which allows them to enjoy a kind of self-confidence and an internal force higher than others. This is also the conquest of others from the outside.

I will make continuous progress, which is comprehensive. I will try my best to make my appearance more beautiful, my temperament more refined and my spiritual world richer as soon as possible!

Life is a process of continuous progress. Every step forward should be a new leap in quality, not a repetition of the previous step. Life is to surpass yourself again and again. Today I will be calmer than yesterday, and tomorrow I will be more brilliant than today. Life is a process of continuous creation, and it is important to let yourself feel the joy of growth in the process of creation!

People are alive, and living is a kind of spirit, and this spirit cannot be separated from material support. I say this, that is to say, we should not only let ourselves feel the happiness of life, but also meet our material needs appropriately, because material and spirit are inseparable!

Abandon selfishness and narrowness, learn tolerance and detachment, and be a truly mature person, which is also the source of self-confidence.

Chapter 4: You make me so beautiful.

Outside the window, the lilacs are blooming warmly, and the wind is blowing, and there seems to be a faint, purple dream-like aroma in the air. In my memory, her bright smile is like clusters of lilacs in full bloom, purple as diamonds and fragrant.

I took the exam again, and my failing grades exhausted me. I'm not careless, but I don't know why I always make mistakes. I just took the test paper and wandered in the corridor. The wind was beating on me, biting, and I felt a burst of loss in my heart. My heart kept sinking. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. I looked up and saw a gentle smiling face and a pair of deep black eyes staring at me. Your eyes were so kind and gentle. You pulled me up with one hand, and the warmth from your palm calmed my heart immediately. You help me pick up the test paper and say, come to the office with me and I'll explain it to you.

You explain my mistakes carefully, and from time to time you look up and ask me if I understand. When I frowned and looked blank, you didn't have the slightest impatience, just slowed down the speed of the question, but the hope and expectation in your eyes never lost; Whenever I suddenly understand and answer questions, you will fondle my head affectionately, and there is always joy and pleasure in the corner of my eyes. That red pen paddled on my test paper, and one by one regular script appeared on the test paper, just like lilacs in full bloom, leaving a wisp of your fragrance on the test paper, and the air was filled with that faint fragrance. Inadvertently, I saw that your fingers were a little red and a little sunken because of holding the pen for a long time. Usually, God's eyes are full of fatigue and tiredness, but the focused expression on his face tells his love for me.

After finishing the paper, you patted me on the head with her soft hand and smiled like a spring breeze on my cheek. The rich fragrance of flowers overflows the window and kisses your hair. Lilacs are in full bloom at the window. Beautiful flowers are like your shallow smile, and I feel more cordial, as if the sun shines on my heart.

After that, you have been supporting me and encouraging me. Every time you finish the exam, you always help me analyze the reasons for my mistakes; Every time I do my homework, there will always be traces of modification; Every time you pass by me, you always wear a warm smile? In the corridor in front of the blooming lilacs, in the cool air in the morning, you share interesting things in your study and life with me, you play with me, and you laugh with me. My grades have improved rapidly, and you have made me so beautiful, know more and know more.

Outside the window, lilacs are still in full bloom, like wind chimes hanging on branches, shaking out bursts of fragrance, like your shallow smile, nourishing my growth and observing my transformation. It is your love and guidance that has always accompanied me, and my life is full of flowers and warm as spring.

Chapter five: bondage makes me so beautiful

Beauty is not the brilliance of appearance. What's that? Maybe you can't help asking. Is it a soul? Maybe, maybe not. I have my own interpretation of such a complicated word as beauty. It is not necessarily unique, but it must be proprietary.

People are always longing for freedom, flying and human rights. Naturally, bondage has become an annoying word. They used to think that their beauty was sublimated when their souls flew freely. I don't think so.

In my opinion, bondage is a kind of cultivation. Can you believe it?

Binding is not synonymous with chains and cages, that is to say, there is no necessary relationship between them. I never associate them because they are two completely different concepts.

Binding is a kind of rationality that exists in our thinking. Help us to restrain our behavior, restrain ourselves and form a positive person.

Faced with the temptation and greed of all kinds of people and things in society, I know how to sayno and I know how to refuse; Compared with those disadvantaged people who wear suits and collars but degenerate because of indulging their selfish desires, am I shining? They are beautiful, in suits and ties; I don't deny it. But that's just superficial glitz. Just like a fragrant flower, gorgeous flowers are just embellishments, and the focus is under the green leaves. And the center of gravity of these people has been destroyed. My beauty lies not in me, but in the fall of such people, I stand out from the crowd, don't I? Just because I can bind.

I will be bound and at the same time I will be free. Because my understanding of freedom is: bondage = freedom.

Goethe once commented on the death of the great poet Byron: it was his bohemian character that destroyed Byron.

Yes, Byron even misinterpreted freedom and then went with the flow. That's not freedom. He felt that everything was too narrow and finally went to the other extreme. He sowed bitter seeds, how can he bear sweet fruits?

Freedom is not impulsive, let alone laissez-faire; Constraints are not rigid repression, but tough restraint.

The exam is coming, and I politely declined the kind invitation from my friends in the cotton team. When I stand on the podium with a glittering certificate of honor in my hand, my friends who lost the list because they played all night before the exam will be eclipsed. I discipline myself to reap fruitful results. When the commemorative camera clicked, I smiled because I knew I was the most beautiful at this moment. At the end of the exam, I will make a wild voice and shout loudly, but I still won't forget my unremitting efforts because of excitement. I still control myself, taking advantage of my freedom to control my words and deeds.

Thus, bondage and freedom coexist, freedom and beauty coexist, and bondage and beauty coexist.

Postscript: the moon is high in the sky at night, standing under the starry sky, I said to myself: I know that even after a thousand years, the bondage still makes me have to love. There are no 10,000 reasons. I just feel that bondage makes me so beautiful.