It is important for everyone to learn to listen. Learn to listen, and you can get a lot. Learning to listen is respect for others when they speak. In this passage, you may have a lot of gains, philosophy of life, classic language, which can help you write a good composition and make it more brilliant. Only by learning to listen can we know how to respect others; Only by learning to listen can we acquire new philosophy and classic language; Only by learning to listen can we have a positive heart; Only by learning to listen can we feel that any kind of voice makes people have infinite reverie.
In life, I am a girl who loves to laugh, because I can listen, because I know how good and happy it is to learn to listen. Every time after class, listening to the students say the key points of this class, I naturally feel that I also know how to study and review. Whenever I have a class, unlike other students, I can't finish it in class. I will listen carefully to every step of the teacher's analysis. ) so that I can learn knowledge. At home, I always listen to grandma talk about what happened during this time. Listen to grandma talk about her troubles during this time, and at this time, I will comfort her, make her happy and tell her jokes. In society, I always listen to the voices of homeless children and go to orphanages to see how they live these days. I also accompany them from time to time, but tell them stories. Whenever I tell stories to these orphans, they always listen carefully, which makes me feel how much they respect people.
Even these children know to respect us, shouldn't we listen to their voices carefully? In life, there are many children from single-parent families who are looked down upon by others, and there are always people who coldly insult and laugh at them. Shouldn't these people wake up? How would you feel if you were laughed at and insulted? They didn't, he
Children never listen carefully, so they should not be respected and cared for.
Listen to children's voices when you are bored, and listen to parents' voices and grandparents' voices when you are free. By then, you will understand that learning to listen will give you a lot of philosophy of life and a lot of happiness.
Friends, you should learn to listen, respect and care for them at any time, so that you can get their respect and love.
Listening can purify our hearts, improve our quality, give us a lot of philosophy and make us happy. Learning to listen is respected.
I hope each of us can learn to listen and influence them with our heart. Learn to listen and let people know that the voice of this world is so beautiful. Learn to listen and let yourself be respected by others. Learn to listen, let those who need love release their inner pain, let themselves be loved by others, and let themselves no longer feel lonely and sad.
That summer half a year ago, we graduated. No gardenias shed tears for us, no grass mourned for us, everything flowed in the most primitive and ordinary mood in that summer vacation, and the appearance was unprecedented calm.
Before graduation, there is always a strange atmosphere in the class that you can't usually see, like the fear brought to people before the volcanic eruption. Maybe we are too naive, too smart and too hypocritical. Everyone can't help this strange feeling and can't help letting it reveal the answer. In this way, the volcano erupted.
Students suddenly fell from the sky like raindrops, asking for phone numbers and QQ numbers, and setting up a "contact network" became the most popular activity. We all seem to want our teachers to see how United we are.
However, everyone will show their true colors before graduation and will be released to the limit by their inner madness. At this time, there is no longer any scruples about doing anything, so the violent tendency in the class instantly increases to the most fierce. Almost every day, boys fight and girls quarrel; The monitor stopped looking for the teacher and closed the door. We watched the "play" collectively.
But I think this only shows that we are naive, flying like carefree angels in this sad time. Everyone seems to know but doesn't know that graduation is coming quietly.
After graduation, a "goodbye" ended six years of life, which once again made me feel that we were so naive! But I believe those two words are from the heart. I won't say such disgusting flashy words as "Our hearts will be apart in the future" and "We won't see the same sky". As a result, the memory of primary school solidified. "These words ... such as ..." The infatuation written on the wall, the dreams we had in our spare time, and the figure we ran are all fixed in time. At the beginning, all the things that were upset and angry turned into beautiful memories.
This summer vacation exists in name only, and it is also half a month. We are going to junior high school.
To my delight, the choice to go to that school is in my hands. I really want to go to one of the two schools in the city center, where there are many friends and relatives, but I made a choice that I can't understand. I enrolled in a suburban middle school. Later, I thought for a long time before I found a suitable reason for myself.
After graduation, I was in a trance. Under the great pressure of graduation, I have matured a lot. Although my heart ached, I never shed a tear. As I said at the beginning, the scene in the class makes people want to graduate, even people who don't care about their feelings want to go crazy. But when it does come, there are 10 thousand people who don't give up, which may be the answer to the sentence "I don't know how to miss you until I leave"
I suddenly found that my heart was aging, and wrinkles became broken scars in my heart. I looked in the mirror, and my appearance was still full of vigor and vitality. Why is the appearance so different? Maybe heart failure is old, but people are maturing. I seem to have learned to pretend.
My heart is aging, which means I will do something rational but not naive. I chose a middle school in the suburbs, so I chose to forget and live in isolation. Just like when I was in military training, I wouldn't take the initiative to communicate with others even if I didn't know anyone. There is only one reason: I choose to forget, I need peace. The great blow of graduation, if I don't choose to forget, I can't be calm; Without peace, I will get lost in my dreams. In this way, I chose to forget, forget others, and others forgot me. In fact, I know that my heart will only continue to grow old. ...
After graduation, I forgot in a crazy way. I know I'm stupid, so I'll just remember it. But I want to use this trick to find silly innocence and innocence.
After graduation, let me forget innocence and choose maturity. However, how can I give up?
After graduation, I feel my heart is aging. ...
Sometimes I wonder what people live for, money? Benefits? Or just die for the final outcome? Maybe everyone has a different opinion.
"Living, what is it for?" This question is both good and difficult to answer. Some people just live for money, die for money, and run for money all their lives. Eat money, be fooled by money, and finally die on money. My old wisdom: people come naked and don't take their fists when they come. Life is like a dream, and I don't feel the sun setting. What else can you want with your eyes closed?
Why live? What are you living for? I don't know, is it just to live simply? Like a walking corpse? Maybe only we know the answer. ...
A person's life may be an experience. Studying, having a career, having children, buying a house and a car are all comfortable, but people are old! Therefore, in this life, whether it is scenery or ordinary, there is only one time. I feel the joy and hardship of being a man, and feel the beauty and warmth of the world. When I am old, I will recall this life without any regrets.
A person's life may be a character. Life, values, beliefs, country, home, dreams, commitments, for what? To live is to live! For life, the hardships of hard work, the grief of failure, the joy of success, the helpless youth of the past and so on. Living is true, good and beautiful! Live with meaning and purpose!
Living cares about a state of mind, and excessive desire makes living too tired. "Towering buildings lie three feet at night; The fertile land is vast, with three meals a day. " People may live to experience, to experience the difficulty of life, to experience the fullness of busy life, to experience the pain of failure, to experience the joy of success, to experience. ...
Living may be for everything you want, money, interest, none of these. There is a superficial phenomenon of fame and fortune in real life. The question is whether fame and fortune are people's down-to-earth service to the people, making meaningful and valuable contributions to the social progress of human civilization, thus gaining a veritable fame and fortune, which is the support of the social progress of human civilization!
Life is short, thank your parents for bringing us life. It's good to be alive. There are new things every day. Enjoy the beauty brought by being alive. Live for yourself and for those who care about you.
After all, there is only one life, and you can't come back without it. Perhaps not wasting time is the best understanding of life. The truth of life may be hidden in the plain.
Xiaozi is a college student in Hengjiang Village. Every time she returned to the village, the villagers praised her for her promise and won glory for Hengjiang Village. However, when the villagers praised her, Xiaozi always thought of Xiaoya, the closest person in the world.
Xiaoya is Xiaozi's sister. Xiaoya was born with a low IQ and some mental problems. At the age of seven, Xiaoya became more demented. Xiaoya can't read, so she can only help at home. Xiaoya was ten years old when Xiaozi was born. Xiaoya likes her sister very much. On the day when Xiaozi was born, Xiaoya ran all over the village and shouted, "I have a sister!" I have a sister! I am a sister! "However, it is really difficult to take care of a newborn baby and a child with mental problems. Mom and Dad can only send Xiaoya to her aunt's house more than ten miles away from the village. But Xiaoya always comes back alone every day, clamoring to be with her sister. Her parents sent her back, and she ran back. Parents have no choice but to forcibly send Xiaoya back to her aunt's house.
When Xiaozi was six years old, his parents brought Xiaoya back to Hengjiang Village. Xiaoya was very happy. Every day, she climbs up the hill with little tricks and shouts at the bottom, "Sister, sister, I have a good sister!" " "But petty bourgeoisie don't want to shout. She does not like her sister. Because all the children in the village said that Xiaoya was crazy, they stopped playing with Xiaozi when they saw him with Xiaoya. Therefore, Xiaozi disliked her sister from an early age and never called her sister. But Xiaoya always wanted Xiaozi to be called Sister, but Xiaozi didn't want to, so Xiaoya bought Xiaozi a handful of candy, saying that as long as Xiaozi was called Sister, all the candy would be given to her. Petty bourgeoisie likes to eat sugar. In order to eat candy, she called "Sister", and there were waves of "Sister" echoes from the mountain. That time, and only that time, the villagers could see Xiaoya laughing all day.
Petty bourgeoisie was very competitive and was admitted to a key middle school in the county. In order to avoid Xiaoya, Xiaozi only goes home once a year. On one occasion, when her father brought money to Xiaozi, Xiaozi saw Xiaoya following her father, and all the students on the roadside pointed to Xiaoya and said that she was an idiot. Xiaozi was ashamed. She hated Xiaoya. She rushed over and told Xiaoya loudly that she was a madman and never wanted to see her again. Therefore, Xiaozi has never seen Xiaoya during his six years in middle school.
The results of the college entrance examination came out, and the petty bourgeoisie was admitted to the university. Parents were very happy. But Xiaozi said the tuition was very expensive. Father said, "It doesn't matter. I will definitely earn enough tuition if I go out to work." Xiaoya heard that Xiaozi had no money to go to school and that she had never worked. She told her father that she was going too. Father was surprised!
It's time to register, and Xiaozi is waiting at home. Finally, on the second day of registration, her father rushed home and gave the money to Xiaozi. Xiaozi thought it was strange before he left. Why didn't her sister come this time? Father said that Xiaoya wanted to earn more money for her sister. She was hit by a car when she was riding a bike to send time, and she left forever ... Xiaozi was shocked.
Xiaozi remembered her sister's yelling in the mountains when she was a child, and she didn't eat it to let her sister eat. Xiao Zi cried. She couldn't bear it any longer. She ran to the top of the mountain and shouted, "Sister, where are you?" ? You are quick to come back-"
A smell of meat went straight into my nostrils, which made my mouth water. Slowly, the fragrance spread, and I seemed to be surrounded by meat sachets. I swallowed water.
Look at the chicken legs on the grill. Chicken wings. Sparerib. Pork belly neatly stacked on it, oily and fragrant, people can't help but grab a few strings to eat. Unfortunately, it is not ripe yet, so I have to take out a ham sausage to satisfy my hunger. Before the sausage was ready, the meat over there was cooked in a hurry. I threw my ham sausage on the grill and went straight to the barbecue.
The freshly roasted meat is still dripping with oil, the fat and tender meat is brown and crisp, and the fragrant juice is wrapped around it. Red-glowing chicken wings are full of oily fat flowers with refreshing lettuce, crispy ribs with crispy peppers make people salivate, and the index finger moves and the food is hearty. Hard dishes are finished, so it's time to eat vegetarian dishes to clear the intestines. I took out my cowpea buns and steamed buns, brushed them with a thin layer of oil and put them on the grill to wait quietly. Bake potatoes again: sprinkle some salt, pepper noodles, Chili noodles, cumin and chopped green onion as a finishing touch.
Look, smell and taste, there is nothing to say. The steamed buns are crispy outside and tender inside, and the steamed buns are crispy. After eating these things, I thought the barbecue party would stop here. But I saw my parents take out a chicken to roast. I saw my mother constantly turning the chicken on the grill. The chicken turns brown slowly, and there is no blood in the meat, giving off a fragrance. My stomach, which is already swollen and can't touch a drop of water, seems to be hungry again. I picked up a knife to cut the chicken, and a hot air mixed with fragrance came to my face. The chicken legs and wings baked with honey juice smell sweet and fragrant, and the faint wine is attractive. Delicious baked goods have orange-red appearance, bright color and luster; Take a bite: the sweetness is obvious, which can set off the umami flavor of the meat and have a full aftertaste.
Here, today's barbecue carnival has come to an end, but even in my dream, I will dream of the fragrance.
Marigold is in full bloom, with golden green leaves, golden petals and stamens sticking out of curiosity, which is a vibrant atmosphere.
That day, I took this little life to the door to bask in the sun. Soon, a child's cry came and floated into my ears. I opened the door. Those children are gone, and so are my flowers, leaving only a trace of laughter.
The flowers are gone. I am in a hurry. We brought it from the practice base. The teacher asked us to show them to the school when they were in bloom, but how could they have disappeared? Look around, but I can't find it anywhere. Looking at the sun and the green and black trees in earth tone, I felt a surge of anger. Those children are really annoying.
Gradually, the anger and sadness of losing flowers faded away.
One day, I saw marigold flowers brought by my classmates in the classroom.
I suddenly thought of those annoying children and my own naughty.
I was very funny at that time. My hands and feet just can't stop. I have been moving, and I am not at ease at all. Things are smashed, just like people will get hurt in a war March. This is a daily - happened thing. Doing housework, sweeping the floor ... the more you sweep, the dirtier you get. I was much older than those children at that time. But my mother is still so kind to me that she won't hate me, and my father is also very kind to me and cares about me.
At this moment, I realized how my parents felt at that time. But they are not angry and still care about me. This is the wind of inheritance-always love his children, forgive their mistakes and cherish their children.
The marigold is gone. I hope my troubles disappear like marigold.
These days, the students' marigolds are in full swing in the classroom. Golden flowers, like elegant faces, show sweet smiles in the beautiful and gentle sunshine and surrounded by green leaves, and thrive under the nourishment of love. ...
Even I don't know why I came. Just standing at the starting line, like many people, waiting for the starting gun to sound.
I have no time to think about anything, and my eyes can only be fixed on the front.
The running started, and I was left behind by many people at the moment of starting. But I didn't give up. I told myself, you can't give up.
I seem to be just running in inertia, and I have drawn a string of question marks in my mind: Why should I choose to run? Is it to verify your own strength? Is it to make others happy? Is it to win people's applause I don't know, just seeing others standing at the starting line, I have the impulse to join.
Anyway, I have started my own journey, which can be said to be the Long March. Maybe the scenery along the way is beautiful. In spring, the sun shines sunshine, covering the grass with a layer of green and dyeing the flowers with colorful colors; In summer, the shade holds up a cool umbrella, and the rainbow gives people infinite surprises after the rain; In autumn, fruits are covered with branches and gold leaves are floating all over the ground; In winter, snowflakes are flying, wintersweet is in full bloom, and the warm stove exudes warmth and sweetness. Running all the way, all the way to the beautiful scenery, but in front of this beautiful scenery, I can't stop to enjoy it like others. I can't turn butterflies flying among flowers, white clouds close to rainbows, autumn leaves set off by autumn winds, and birds playing in the snow. There is only the runway in front of me, only the red cloth belt at the end.
Tired, walking hard, breathing hard, I don't know whether the world abandoned me or I abandoned the world. I really want to stop, I really want to quit the runway and lie on the soft carpet grass, so that my limbs can be completely relaxed and my tired heart can be completely relaxed. But I clearly know that I can't do this because there are many pairs of expectant eyes behind me. I am no longer myself, not a single runner, many people are paying attention, many people are shouting, and many people are running up. All this does not allow you to be slack and willful.
I want to get up the courage, carry a heavy and tired shell, and try to surpass the people in front. One by one, what should be surpassed has been surpassed, and what is surpassed is always ahead. I can't be the leader of the competition. My heart is really tired and I feel like I'm falling apart. Forget it. I really can't hold on. I really have no strength to lift my feet.
"come on -come on ... "The voice echoed in my ear. That's a sincere cry, that's a drum for urging, and that's a horn for charging. A soldier would rather be destroyed than defeated. My goal is ahead.
Forgetting fatigue, I tried my best to run, move forward, move forward!
The eighth math test paper for the first grade composition was finally issued. I am nervous and looking forward to it. I put my hand on the back of the paper and didn't dare to look forward, for fear that the bright score would sting my eyes. Get up the courage to turn forward, hoo, it's okay, I passed. There was a trace of joy in my heart, and the students around me patted me excitedly. "Haha, I passed, too!"
A classmate who failed looked at us and snorted, "What's the big deal about passing?" Say that finish and roared off. I seem to have been poured with a bucket of cold water. Yeah, what's the big deal about passing?
It's getting blurred around. Back in elementary school, we didn't get 90 points in the exam, and when we got home, we were beaten by adults, but the teacher had to sign the parents' names.
In the fifth grade, I got 80 points, and my inner joy is beyond words.
In junior high school, failing the exam has become a common occurrence. If you are born in 1980s, you will be happy for several days.
When did we become like this?
Because junior high school teachers are not strict? What about our own consciousness?
I came to school in the morning and copied a lot of homework. Did you see the teacher's disappointed eyes?
We are so easy to satisfy and indulge ourselves.
When did we become like this?
As the last resident of the village, Muyidao has to guard against the intrusion of wolves every day. After all, he is the only one left in the village. This village used to be an idyllic village, relying on the only cattle and sheep of each family to make a living. He worked with several hunters, but was assigned the task of resisting wolves for the village. Later, it will be changed into a protected area. The villagers got subsidies, abandoned their cattle and sheep and moved to the city. Of course, who wants to stay in this rich mountain?
Muyidao's family has stayed in this deep forest for generations, so naturally they don't want to go. Besides, he is old, and it is also a burden to follow the villagers.
Mu Yi Dao is called Mu Yi Dao because of its exquisite cutting skills. He wielded the knife so fast that others could only see a flash of cold light, and the prey fell to the ground without dripping blood on the blade.
He has an old hunting dog named Huang, who is golden and shiny, and his sharp teeth are shining, which even makes people feel that he can bite the wire. This dog is born to run fast, so Mu always takes it with him when hunting. When it was running, I saw a golden whirlwind whizzing by, and pieces of leaves fell off.
Muyidao naturally doesn't want this old partner to suffer with himself in this deep forest. A few days ago, he endured tears and gave his dog, which had been with him for decades, to his fellow villagers who were going to the city.
When he left, no matter how his neighbors pulled him, he wouldn't leave. He pulled him back hard and shouted at Mu. Full of sadness.
Mu fought back his tears with a knife and touched the dog's head affectionately: Leave me alone, old chap, and have fun in the city! I'm fine myself.
Rhubarb dog quieted down and was forcibly taken away by her neighbors. Before he left, his eyes never left his master, Wang Wang.
This cry is quite sad. When Muyi Island was called by name, tears appeared on his old face. When Muyi Island was called by name, his old heart was broken. When Muyi Island was called, he began to cry like a child.
Old chap, your eyes are shining. Are those tears?
After a while, Jose gradually felt better with a knife.
Snowflakes like goose feathers fell in succession, and in a blink of an eye, a white carpet was spread on the ground.
When it was dark, Mu took a quick bite of rice and lay down. The past came to me.
On that occasion, Mu was preparing to go up the mountain with a knife on his back when he suddenly saw the gun given to him by the villagers. The villagers said it was better than a knife and gave it to me for self-defense, but I can't use it either! Just learn to practice your hands! Thinking of this, he picked up his gun and went up the hill.
When he reached the mountain, Mu Yi Road was really lucky. A deer is grazing there. Mu Yi Dow picked up the gun, aimed at it and pulled the trigger. He only heard a bang and a cry.
Jose one knife is one leng. Why not the deer? Needless to say, it was a coincidence that this shot was impartial and hit a wolf cub in the grass not far away.
Then, there was a crazy roar in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer.
At that time, thanks to Huang's presence, it wrestled with the female wolf, and it took out its knife and cut it at the female wolf.
Muyidao will never forget the helpless and relieved expression of the female wolf at that time, its sad howl.
There is a round jade mirror hanging in the sky, which silently shines bright cold light on the world. There seemed to be something coming, and there was a terrible silence all around.
Ow, ow, ow. A terrible howl broke the silence.
Jose suddenly became nervous with a knife. He looked up out of the window, and twenty dark green wolf eyes exuded aggressive murderous look.
Unconsciously, he clenched his sword and prepared to face these cold-blooded animals.
Hardly had he stepped out of the door when a wolf came at him and threw him to the ground. He had to resist the wolf's head hard and try not to let the wolf bite him. But other wolves began to approach him step by step.
Knowing that he had fallen into an embattled situation, he closed his eyes in despair: I didn't expect Mu to hunt all his life, but now he will die in the wolf's stomach!
Just then, a dog barked all over the world, and something knocked off the wolf with the Mu Dao.
Are you back, old chap? Jose opened his eyes in surprise.
Huang Ran came back from a hundred miles away! I saw half a belt hanging around Huang's neck, and my hair was covered with mud and snow. It was distressing!
A man and a dog stood back to back in front of ten wolves. A wolf pounced and bit Huang. Mu's knife is a foot. Kicking a wolf hurts, then let go.
Mu waved his precious sword and cut at the wolves. Huang also tried his best.
Slowly, the Wolf King became an army of one man. Huang is also a little tired.
The desperate Wolf King tried to bite Huang's throat, only to hear a crunchy click, and Huang fell in a pool of blood.
Angry Mu killed the Wolf King with one knife, and he himself fell there forever.
The moon is surprisingly round and the small yard is dark red. This is perhaps the best epitaph of loyalty.
10 Chinese is a poem, which contains a rich and colorful spiritual treasure house. People in China are a cup of tea, and its fragrance is overflowing, which makes people who drink tea have endless aftertaste. Chinese is a song. If you listen carefully, you will find the person you love in the dim light.
I have seen many different scenery, and I am tired of this world. I want to immerse myself in the world of Chinese. I am eager for knowledge and have a great demand for the richness of the spiritual world, so I can only find my own comfort in Chinese.
Chinese is not entirely a textbook we read in our daily life, but also exists in our language communication and poetry creation. After reading the Chinese textbook, I realized that Liu Yuxi's "homesickness smells like flute fu, and homesickness is like rotten ke" Through communication with people, I learned the charm of poetry culture; On a whim, I felt the colorful China culture.
What is Chinese? Language and writing, to be exact, are Chinese characters passed down by the Chinese nation for thousands of years. In the first lesson, we have learned that it is smart and lively. How to pass it on depends on the knowledge of Chinese characters handed down from generation to generation by the people of China. Only after we have passed on Chinese culture for more than 5,000 years can we stand proudly among the nations! !
Chinese is not only some beautiful poems and sentences, but also represents the long-standing civilization of our country. In the turmoil in the State Council, we can also cultivate outstanding writers like Lu Su and Li Dazhao. It can be seen that as long as the roots of the Chinese nation are unshakable and the spiritual world of the Chinese nation is unshakable, we always have the opportunity to make a comeback. The establishment of New China just proves this view. Chinese not only enriches the spiritual connotation of China people, but also is the soul of the progress of our country and nation.
Chinese is a civilization, and inheriting this civilization is culture. We teenagers should always hold high the country's four self-confidence (road self-confidence, theoretical self-confidence, institutional self-confidence and cultural self-confidence). Only in this way can our country stand tall in the turbulent torrent of the times, and our younger generation can become a solid pillar of the country!