Composition 1 on the topic of pleasure in suffering.
We have experienced many exams since childhood, but how many people savor the taste?
Before the exam, everyone was out of breath. I feel that there are still many questions that I can't learn, and there are still many knowledge points that I haven't had time to recite. My heart seems to be pressed by a big stone, and thin and thick cold sweat seeps from my forehead, and my whole body is tight. Looking at the thick review materials in front of you, gently lift a piece of paper with your fingertips and turn to the next page. My eyes hurt when I read tadpole-sized words for a long time. I feel a dark cloud in my heart and become a little anxious. At this moment, my mother came into the room and looked at me, in a bad mood. She encouraged me to say, "hard work will pay off!" Do not give up! Come on! " After listening to my mother's words, I feel brave again.
In the last week of the exam, I studied hard to meet the challenge. If not, ask the teacher and ask the classmates. If you don't know chemical symbols or theorems, you will recite them repeatedly. Keep doing problems every day, and the papers on the desk will pile up higher and higher. ...
Entering the examination room, I sat quietly in my seat, waiting for the invigilator. After receiving the handed paper, my heart thumped, my head felt out of control, and the words on the paper shook in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and said to myself: Don't be nervous, be calm and look at the simple questions first. So I opened my eyes, looked at the topic with rapt attention and made a few small questions. At this time, my mind was settled, and the speed of doing the questions was also fast, and all the questions I could do were answered. When I encounter problems, I will mobilize my whole body energy, recall similar problems and knowledge points that the teacher said, and write as much as possible. At this time, patience is needed. At this time, the heart beats faster and the mind is out of control. I'm at the end of my rope, but I don't want to give up like this. I pulled myself together again, examined the questions carefully and came up with a good answer. At that moment, I was very happy. However, everything is not smooth, and I can't think of some problems after racking my brains, which really makes me depressed.
After the exam, I came home and shouted "Liberation!" I take out the extracurricular books that have been shelved and enjoy them slowly. I also patted the basketball that was left out in the cold these days and ran to the basketball court. This kind of mood is just like sunny weather, which makes people feel happy.
After two days, the results came out, although some were not satisfactory, but they also reached my expected goal, and the dark clouds in my heart disappeared. Life is like this. Only by savoring it carefully can we taste the ups and downs. Only after suffering can you feel sweet, and all suffering is sweet. Before the exam, everyone is equal. As long as you work hard, you will achieve your goal and succeed!
Composition 2 on the topic of pleasure in suffering.
I believe the word "first time" is familiar to us. Everything developed from this "first" attempt to practice later. "Walking for the first time" and "Speaking for the first time" In this "first time", we experienced ups and downs, difficulties and setbacks in life.
I believe that "the first time" is not only an experience, but also a process and a turning point in life. What we learn from it is not only a skill, but also the courage we need to face setbacks in the future.
I remember it was my third year, and I tasted the "first time" experience again. Facing the blue sea, you can guess that this is my first time to learn swimming.
Yes, standing by the small swimming pool and looking at a pool of clear water, I felt timid for the first time. The pool is not deep, but it is more than enough to drown me. I hesitated for a moment.
Just then, my cousin came over. She clearly saw my timidity and came to teach me how to swim.
My cousin told me: "If you want to learn to swim, you must first learn to hold your breath. Just like this, put your head in the water and hold the pole with both hands. Then he gave me a demonstration. I did as she said, but as soon as I put my head in the water, I climbed out again in fear. When my cousin saw me, she smiled and encouraged me: "Don't be afraid, be patient and take it step by step. You will do it! "
As soon as I listened to my cousin, I tried to do what she said and tried again. Needless to say, I really have some doorways. In this way, with experience, I am no longer afraid and feel more relaxed.
Opposite, my cousin is calling me "Come here." She was only a few steps away from me, and I ran to her with different voices.
Suddenly, a splash flashed in front of me. Maybe I ran too fast, so I was caught in the spray and sank to the bottom. Then I was confused and didn't know anything.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn. I won't know until I ask. It was my cousin who pulled me up.
"Are you still swimming?" My cousin asked me, looking into her smiling eyes, I nodded firmly.
God helps those who help themselves. Maybe my persistence touched God, or maybe God couldn't bear to let me drink another mouthful of the unpalatable pool water. In a word, I have experienced do or die, and I can't forget the bitter taste of the pool water. Always remember that painful experience and turn "bitterness" and "pain" into the driving force for me to move forward.
Finally, I learned to swim. "When the sword is sharpened, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold". Isn't this "turning bitterness into strength and suffering into sweetness"? I drew a beautiful and satisfactory ending for this "first time".
In life, all kinds of firsts are a door. Only when you have tried and experienced can you open this door. If you don't take this step, you will never see the novel and beautiful world behind the gate.
Take the first step! First try! Only in this way can we see beauty and share joys and sorrows!
The topic of composition 3 is "having fun while suffering, willing to give up"
As the saying goes, nine times out of ten, life is always miserable. Sweet seems to be very stingy and often refuses to give up. But from the bitter taste, you will find that the sweetness is hidden here.
In late spring and early summer, my mother brought back a bitter gourd from the market. I leaned in curiously and saw only its ugly appearance. The bitter taste is even more memorable. That's not the most important thing. My mother dug up its seeds and handled it carefully in the shed. I resisted and didn't want to be with bitter gourd, but I followed the "imperial edict".
As the days went by, some light green buds emerged from the soil. When they were exposed to the sun, they were refreshed and their thin bodies expanded rapidly. Green branches overflow, leaves unfold, and the brilliance of life jumps in them. Who knows that such fresh juice is bitter? Things at home are getting more and more, and everyone forgets to take care of it.
Many days have passed, and when I think of it again, it is already autumn, the weather is cool and everything is haggard. I don't know when bitter gourd is full of fruit. They hid the fruit behind the fat leaves. Melon is green, covered with pimples and slightly yellow at the end. I think, in such a difficult environment, melons must suffer more. Mother took it down and fried it, and the slight bitterness was clearly audible in the air. Don't want to touch, my father gave me a piece: "Don't be picky about food, bitterness and sweetness are actually the same, and they all taste the same." Helpless, the chopsticks were caught in the depths and went down without chewing.
Bitter!
Dad solemnly gave me another piece. "Very tasteful. What's that smell? " I barely took another bite, chewed it carefully, and it was still bitter, but after getting used to it, I tasted a faint fragrance, and I even vaguely returned to Gansu, leaving my lips and teeth fragrant. I don't understand. Look at dad.
"Why does bitter gourd taste sweet?"
"No matter how hard you live, you will be happy."
It is true that life will never make you happy or disappointed unilaterally. Perhaps, no pain is redundant; Maybe, sweet and bitter and * * *.
Composition 4 on the topic of bitterness and sweetness.
He, the son of a farmer, came out of the countryside and lived a comfortable life in a big city. His childhood experience was very difficult. He also wants me to do all the housework at home as I did when I was a child. He is my father.
In winter, the cold wind roared outside the window, and a bell broke the tranquility of the campus. I looked at the trees bent by the wind outside the window, and a boulder was inexplicably pressed on my heart, which made people breathless. Watching the students happily pack their bags and get ready to go home. My eyes were stung by that smile. I lowered my head and went home silently with a wry smile. The cold weather can't affect me anymore, because my heart is cold.
When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and went straight to the kitchen. I felt very weak when I saw a hill-like bowl piled up in the pool. So I went back to my house to do my homework, and I forgot to wash the dishes. Suddenly, the door was suddenly pushed open. I looked back in surprise. It turned out to be my father, but he shouted darkly to me, "Why haven't the dishes been washed yet?" Now wash it! Or don't eat dinner! "I suddenly remembered that I didn't wash the dishes. My face turned pale and I couldn't help staying where I was. Dad saw me motionless, grabbed my arm, pulled it to the pool and threw a pair of gloves. Suddenly, a feeling of injustice made my nose sour, my eyes turned red, and tears swirled in my eyes, trying not to let myself flow out. Put on gloves and wash dishes with icy water. The coolness of the gloves made my hands red and defeated the last line of defense in my heart. Tears, gushing from eyes and flowing into mouth, are bitter and salty.
After washing the dishes, I went back to my room to do my homework. At this time, there was some laughter outside the window. I know my classmates have finished their homework and are playing downstairs. It's not fair. This is what I think at this moment, and tears flow out silently, just as I silently endure the pain. I don't know how long it took. I fell asleep. Someone woke me up and put a bowl of medicine. I heard him say, "Take medicine and don't catch a cold. If you eat hard, you will be a master. " After that, I left. I know it's dad, but is it so comforting?
I silently drank the medicine, bitter, very bitter, but my father's words before he left aroused my fighting spirit, and the medicine was finally finished. Just as I was looking for water, my mother came in with water. I grabbed the water and drank it. My mother said, "Don't blame your father. Your father suffered a lot when he was a child, and so did your grandfather. You are still wearing gloves. Your father's hand is cracked with cold. Your grandfather told your father: You have to suffer to be a master, which touched your father a lot! "
I listened to my mother and stopped blaming my father. I thought about what my father said to me. I remember, I was in a good mood at school. Are people complaining about working too long? I don't think so. Isn't this the benefit of suffering?
The bitter taste is unbearable, but just like there is always a rainbow after the storm, isn't there always a time when everything comes to an end?
Bitter taste, there is sweetness in bitterness.
The topic of composition 5 is "having fun while suffering, willing to give up"
My uncle came back from a trip to France with a box of chocolate candy. Now I'm going to enjoy it!
After dinner at noon today, adults got together to chat. I ran to my room looking for chocolate candy when I was idle. I took out a hard black wrapping paper from the box. Oh! Round candy, like its coat, is dark and nothing special. However, "people can't judge a person by his appearance", and of course sugar can't judge a person by his appearance! I opened my mouth wide and threw the sugar in. Oh, my God, how bitter it is! I frowned and grinned and thought, this is terrible! What foreign sugar! Just as I was about to "drive away" this dark little thing from my mouth, a miracle appeared-the original bitterness gradually disappeared and began to sweeten. Hard candy has also become a soft candy ball, and the mouth is full of thick milk flavor, which is delicious! This change is so surprising that I decided to find out.
I opened the box and peeled off another candy, and found that this little thing was covered with a layer of dark chocolate. No wonder it is so bitter! I carefully peeled off the dark chocolate and a light yellow fudge appeared. I see. No wonder there are two flavors! But why design like this? I can't help thinking. ...
Suddenly, the word "no pains, no gains" came to my mind and solved my doubts. Unexpectedly, a small candy also contains profound philosophy! Designers want us to know that if we want to taste the sweetness, we must suffer first. Only by tempering at different levels and overcoming various difficulties can we gain something. Just like climbing a mountain, only by climbing hard and reaching the highest peak can "other mountains look short under the sky." Look at the magnificent scenery!
Composition 6 on the topic of having fun in suffering and being a sweet potato in suffering
Sweet, in the sense of smell, in the sense of touch, can be expressed, but you can also savor it in your heart.
People say: "Bitter gourd is bitter"; But some people say, "Bitter gourd is bitter, but when it is bitter, you can taste the sweetness inside." This sentence brings together my curiosity and concern about bitter gourd, and I always want to see the power of bitter gourd.
"Hearing is not as good as sight." At my request, my mother made a "cold bitter gourd" that night. Curious, I grabbed the chopsticks before my mother said it was time for dinner, but I was afraid that my hands would slow down and the whole plate of "delicious food" would be taken away. As a result, "you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." I just put bitter gourd in my mouth, and before I could chew it, the bitterness and cold instantly "occupied" my tongue and knocked over my five-flavor bottle. I quickly spit out the bitter gourd, and my face was covered with bitter wrinkles. Even if I swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, the bitterness did not disappear.
Mother said, "Don't be busy filling water. Do as I do: roll up your tongue first, show your teeth, and chew before eating. Just try it. It should not be bitter. " I was helpless, because it was my idea to eat bitter gourd. I wanted to eat it anyway, so I chose a smaller one. Otherwise, will it be bitter? I am doing every movement with trepidation, although my heart is a little bitter. After the past, a little sweetness moistened my mouth and restored my five-flavor bottle, so from that day on I got a conclusion: if you want to taste sweetness from bitterness, you must
"Bee", this poem says: After all the flowers are collected into honey, who should ask who is sweet? "Sweetness" has a truth in touch, mind and taste: "Bitter comes with sweet".
The topic of composition 7 is "having fun while suffering, living within our means"
Another Sunday, a Sunday that no one can imagine, an unpredictable Sunday, a Sunday that everyone knows and knows, who knows what will happen next? I'm afraid only God knows my governor.
What will happen this weekend? Let me share it with you.
This Sunday morning, my mother asked me to work in the fields. I picked up my hoe, got on my bike and ran to my house. Seeing that there was a lot of grass in the corn field, I picked up a hoe and drafted it. Grass grows on the edge of corn roots. I didn't dare to hoe the corn, so I pulled it by hand. I am not very tired in the morning. In the afternoon, the sun scorched the earth, and soon, I was sweating like a pig. A drop of sweat flowed into my mouth. It's too salty.
Mom and dad farm at home, and they exchange their sweat for the fruits of their labor, which is the result of their efforts. As students, shouldn't we also study hard and make achievements in our studies?
Composition 8 on the topic of bitterness and sweetness.
Some people say that the road to life is a road to travel, so don't miss the scenery of the journey. In my opinion, the road of life is a road full of thorns, and there are many "little monsters" on the road. And I, in that attempt, solved the little monster of "fear of heights"
Weekend, in the car.
I secretly hid in the corner and drew a circle quietly: Why do you want to climb the mountain? Don't you know I'm afraid of heights? Seeing my parents talking and laughing, my heart suddenly cooled a lot.
"Well, don't pull a long face." Dad interrupted my "circle drawing" and whispered, "It's weird like a little old man." Hearing this, my sensitive ears immediately reported to the brain headquarters, and the brain immediately gave orders to keep my eyes on the back of my father's head. Dad seems to have received my "death gaze" and said, "Actually, the mountain is not that high. People can only see far from a height. " I nodded in agreement: "Well, I'll trust you for the time being."
At the foot of the mountain, I stared at the top of the mountain angrily. "This is called" not so high "? If I am not mistaken, is there a glass plank road on it? " I started to complain slightly. Dad just smiled at me.
"no! I'm not going! " Who knows, my father took my hand and walked to the mountain without saying anything.
Every minute was so heavy that I finally climbed to the mountainside. I looked down and felt cold: because the mountain was too high, the cars and trees on the ground became dots, and the wind roared in my ear. My heart is gradually occupied by fear, and my hands and feet are getting weak. This is just a mountainside!
After more than an hour, we finally reached the glass plank road at the top of the mountain. At this time, my legs were shaking and I was put on a shoe cover in a trance. I was dumbfounded: under the transparent glass, narrow trees waved to me, surrounded by mountains below, and I was so scared that tears filled my eyes that I dared not look down any more.
"Never mind, you can!" Dad was already standing on the glass plank road, and he turned to encourage me to say.
"I'm afraid ..." I said slightly into tears.
"Don't worry, I'm here! Don't be afraid, close your eyes and go inside. " Dad continued to seduce me.
I shook my head. "I'll treat you to a big meal after that!" Dad played a trick. My heart has been struggling. Looking at my father's hand in front of me and thinking about the delicious meal, I finally took the first step.
I almost forgot how to walk the whole glass plank road. Maybe it's my obsession with the big meal, maybe my father's encouragement, maybe I really have the courage I don't know. In short, I have accomplished the "impossible" of challenging myself. After going down the mountain, I also had a delicious meal as I wished.
That's a hard-won attempt!
Composition 9 on the topic of bitterness and sweetness.
In an instant, time passed like lightning. I became more and more sensible during the military training. However, the ups and downs in military training have made me unforgettable so far.
Recalling when I first came to the base, everything around me filled me with curiosity, including the uniforms worn by soldiers, the posture of soldiers and the pace of soldiers. In the morning, we packed our clothes, and in the evening, we started devil training. That night, I missed my relatives so much that many students in our class left tears. At this moment, I deeply feel that I am really happy with my family!
The next day, we started our real military life, and we had to run and exercise in the morning. I don't know how many laps I ran. When I stopped to rest quietly in bed, I felt so happy at this moment. The morning of the third grade is also my happiest time. This morning, the coach taught us to dance rabbit dance. Accompanied by beautiful music, I am intoxicated in a happy world.
Friday morning, we learned sign language again. Also today, let me know the life of the disabled!
In the military training these days, I not only learned to take care of my own life, but also made me understand that spare no effort, persistence is victory. Military training is also the brightest star in my fifth grade life!
Composition 10 on the topic of suffering through thick and thin.
Military training is no longer strange to our senior three students, but these four years of military training have brought me countless ups and downs. Every year's military training has new feelings for me. For me, the fifth-grade military training is a new beginning.
bitter taste
The three-week military training began in the hot afternoon. I haven't shouted that loud slogan for a year, and I have taken that neat step. This sudden training made me a little overwhelmed, but after a short "warm-up", I officially entered the state of military training.
Military training time is a bit difficult for me. The so-called venue is the playground under the scorching sun. During the military training, I suddenly felt several times hotter than usual! The sun scorched the earth mercilessly, and we walked neatly under the scorching sun. I was shouting slogans, and I used my loud voice to boost the "morale" of the class. It is not difficult for us to practice simple basic movements besides standing. However, our throats are a little dry in loud slogans, but we don't know there are joys and sorrows behind them. ...
The joy of harvest
Three weeks of military training passed quickly, and we were greeted by a military training review. We have been preparing for this day for a long time, and the decisive moment has finally arrived!
On the day of the military training review, the weather was extremely hot and there was not a cloud in the sky. The content of the review is review, various levels of performance and rewards. Military training begins, and all grades enter the arena. We tried to approach the rostrum slowly with neat steps, and our hearts became more and more nervous. We approached the rostrum in an unprecedented spirit: "Facing the sunshine and working hard to grow up, Liu Shihua's birthday is bright." We shouted slogans in front of the rostrum and tried our best. After a series of performances, it's time to award prizes.
Grade one, grade two, grade three ... With the growth of grade, my heart is beating in my throat. Second prize: Fifth Squadron. Yes, we cheered. We finally won the second place. This is hard work.
Military training has brought me infinite happiness and added indelible color to my childhood!
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