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Idea: The key is to have a clear goal and know where to go.

The main thing is the goal, especially the combination of long-term goals and short-term goals.

It's useless to rely on others for this kind of thing, if someone else writes it for you, it's not yours, think about it yourself, you know, this kind of essay that others help you don't have to be happy about even if it's excellent, I hope you don't do this, okay? You can't always bring your computer with you for an exam, believe in yourself, you can write well!

I used to think that wolves were fierce and cruel animals, but since reading the book "Dream of the Wolf King" written by the famous animal writer Shen Shixi, I have a new evaluation of wolves. On the one hand, I admire the wolf's wit and bravery; On the other hand, I was surprised that in order to survive in the harsh environment, wolves, which usually prey on the jungle, become united in the winter.

The protagonist of this book is Zilan, an ambitious she-wolf, and her husband, Hei Sang, is a burly, muscular, and intelligent wolf capable of replacing the throne of the Luo Jia Wolf King, but his head is punctured by the fangs of a wild boar. In order to fulfill her husband Hei Sang's last wish - to raise one of the children to become the next generation of wolf kings, Zilan gave birth to five wolf cubs, but one of them was robbed of life by the cold outside the cave, and only four wolf cubs remained. But Zilan's efforts were not rewarded, and the black boy, who was the most promising to become the wolf king, was eaten by the golden eagle.

Zilan poured her hope into Lan Soul'er, misfortune struck again, Blue Soul was caught by hunters, in order to alleviate the pain of her son before his death, Zilan killed Lan Soul with her own hands, Zilan's heart was dripping blood, but she still did not give up her dream, and poured her hope into Shuangmao. The cruel reality is that Shuangmao was killed by the wolf king Luo Jia in the wolf king competition. Zilan's heart was broken, only charming, but it was a she-wolf, and she couldn't be the wolf king.

can only pin her hopes on the charming child, and in the end, Zilan died with the golden eagle for the next generation of wolf kings. At the same time, Mei Mei gave birth to five wolf cubs.

After reading this story, it reminded me of great maternal love. In real life, we are bathed in the selfless care of our parents, carefree and happy to grow up, in fact, from the moment we were born, our parents not only sprinkled the seeds of love in us, but also nurtured hopes and dreams. Even wolves must make progress, and we must continue to forge ahead and work hard to realize our dreams.

The book "Dream of the Wolf King" not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also made me understand the greatness of maternal love, I like to read "Dream of the Wolf King".

What kind of flame is that, spitting out, like burning life, the petals are like pieces of swinging flames, as if they are made of crumpled paper, crumpled and crumpled, but they are very bright and red differently. The red of the pomegranate can be named a color separately The pomegranate is red, because it is really not ordinary, not as restrained as crimson, not as light as pink, and not as dazzling as bright red, its brightness can only be described as cute, it seems to have a little yellow taste, but the red is distinct.

The first time I was attracted by the pomegranate flower, it was in the Kebei campus, last year it was also very beautiful, but I didn't have time to appreciate it, this year I admired its gorgeousness from afar, it was eye-catching in the green leaves, and its lovely appearance made people's hearts tremble. But I didn't go in, I only looked at this lovely flower outside, and felt that it should be seen from a distance, and I couldn't approach it like an innocent and lovely child, otherwise I wouldn't have an innocent smile.

I can still see it clearly, because its color is easy to remember, and its large and small buds also show a variety of postures, which is unforgettable. Its buds are like a small pomegranate, cracked, divided into several petals, like a watermelon being cut, revealing a crimson point inside, and then expanding, the shy petals will drill out, and keep opening the outlet, so a red and gorgeous silk like a flower will be displayed in front of you, and what is more beautiful is that it is surrounded by green leaves, oval, densely turned, only lined with so many lovely flowers.

The flowers are lovely, I can't bear to see the stamens inside, the apricot yellow stamens are still hanging with pollen, it seems that the yellow stamens break the purity of the red flower, its blind color, suddenly pierced by the stamens, become impure, there is no such red heart trembling feeling. This is probably a kind of perfection-seeking mentality.

Of course, even more unbearable to see is its withering, hanging down like a wilted eggplant, a pity in my heart, sighing that the good times are no more, just waiting for next year's spring breeze to send warmth, when summer comes, I will see the beauty again.

Analysis, [there is something hanging on my mind]:

Understand 1, the things that often come to mind in my heart, I have a knot in my heart that I can't open, or regret, or misunderstanding, or impulse, in short, this thing has always been like a burden, pressing in my heart.

Understand 2, the things that often come to mind in your heart, or lack of courage, or do not know what to do, resulting in yourself not doing, not to achieve, and the heart has not been able to let go.

I have a hobby, it's good]: This is to write about my hobbies, through my hobbies, I have learned a lot of knowledge and understood a lot of truths.

—The taste of the taste]: the range is very wide, the taste of success, the taste of failure, the gift of roses, the taste of the lingering fragrance of the hand......

Flowers in memory]: The range is also very wide, the happiest thing in my memory, the most memorable thing ,......

Suddenly I realized that in this world, the most precious thing is free. Sunshine is free. No one can live without the sunshine; However, since childhood, who has ever paid a penny for the sunshine they enjoy?

air, is free. As long as one is alive, one needs a constant supply of air. From ancient times to the present day, who has paid for this indispensable thing?

Whether they are peddlers or celebrities, they are just as free to breathe the air that fills the heavens and the earth. Family affection is free. Every baby comes into the world and is cared for by their parents, which is a love that goes deep into the blood and does not ask for anything in return.

No parent will ever say to a child, "I will love you if you give me money." "The love of parents is not devalued by the adulthood of the child, nor is it weakened by the aging of the parents; As long as her father and mother are alive, this love will always be the same.

Friendship is free. The person who silently accompanies you when you are lonely, the person who stretches out his arm to you when he falls, the person who holds you in his arms when he is sad, has he or she ever converted his or her contribution into cash, and then asked you to pay it back? Love, it's free.

That involuntary admiration, that irrepressible longing, that deep affection that is in the same boat through thick and thin, and that love that is in love with each other is the deepest comfort and the most solid support of life. And all of this is free, and money can't buy it. The goal is free.

Whether it is a prince with fine clothes and food, or a street child who is poorly clothed, he can establish a goal for his life by simply agreeing to be willing. This goal can be both great and ordinary, brilliant or simple, and you can have it if you want to. There is also faith, hope, will, and dreams......All of this, all for free, you can get it as long as you want.

There is also the spring breeze, and the drizzle, and the bright moonlight, and the brilliant starlight ......How many beautiful things in the world nourish the soul are free......Don't sigh at the sky again; The heavens are just and generous; The heavens have already given the most precious things to everyone for free.

Soak up the sun"I came to earth to see the sun"From the first time I read this sentence from Balmont, I felt that such simple language hides amazing power.

The world is wonderful, so it belongs to the sunshine. Life is splendid, and it belongs more to the sun. Sunshine is a kind of beauty, a carrier of life, and life is incomparably gorgeous and colorful because of sunlight.

Accept others with a smile, treat others sincerely, and impress others with every kindness and sincerity, your life has been sprinkled with sunshine since then, which is the sunshine given to you by others, and any kind soul can keenly feel the sunshine and warmth.

Although there is a lot of suffering in life, fortunately, there is always more happiness than pain in this life. The sunshine in life can always cover up the darkness, and we can always feel the comfort of the soul from this delicate joy, and feel the pure transparency and gentle breath from this ray of brightness.

When failure envelops us, darkness envelops us, God never deprives us of that little bit of sunshine. Bravely accept it, take care of it carefully, and filial piety creates a strong heart. Sunlight is enough, darkness cannot defeat it.

After experiencing the communion with each other, we felt the brightness of the sun; After going through the painful ordeal, we felt the warmth of the sun. Yes, life belongs to the sun.

Please don't let your heart be clouded, and don't leave behind the best thing in life--- sunshine. Open our hearts, let the world come in, let the sunshine come in, let the beauty come in! We will be happier, more successful, and more able to enjoy the sunshine.

We stand with the sunshine, because the sunshine allows us to see the warmth, feel the connotation of life, in this world, there is nothing more noble than the sunshine, in this world, there is nothing more vivid, more brilliant, more rich!

I love our school because of its beauty; I love our school because of its novelty; I love our school because it has the dreams, beauty and happiness of my childhood.

When I think about it, when I first came to this big family, which was mysterious at the time and is now full of life, what was the taste in my heart? Is it shy? Is it happy?

Or is it a memorial - a memory of the elementary school classmates who spent 6 years together? It is a dry chain, an emotion that cannot be expressed in words.

Now, I've been living in this brand new campus for a few months, and I've gotten to know my classmates, my teachers, and I've gotten to know this school. It's not just a place for me to study and live, it's become an indispensable part of my life. School is the space where I learn; School is a platform for me to make friends; School is also a rice field that matures my mind.

It has made me relax in the intense study and life, and it has also made me change from an illiterate caller, a child who seems to understand everything, to an "adult" who understands a lot of truths, and it also allows me to get out of the warm house that gave birth to me and welcome a new life!

The school of my dreams doesn't need to be too gorgeous, it doesn't need to be too extravagant, as long as it has youthful steps, as long as it has happy dance steps, as long as it has the pursuit of dreams, this is the best thing in my life.