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Essay centered on the most need
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Who am I. Who am I. This seemed to be a solemn and profound question on my mind.
Standing by the river of years, watching the flowing water gently glide by, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds rise and fall. Ignorance and filial piety slipped softly and fell into a calm heart, causing a little ripple, and the curtain of the heart was slowly opened......
The student, who was once regarded as the most timid, cowardly, and afraid to speak, had the experience of hosting a wedding banquet for dozens of people in the third grade, and when he grew up, he even tried to host a public theme class meeting with hundreds of participants. In countless pairs of unfamiliar eyes, the coward was so calm and confident.
The girl who was once considered by the teachers to be the quietest, most obedient and well-behaved girl even tried to be criticized loudly in front of the whole class by the class teacher, prefect, school secretary, and principal. Of course, it was the "Big Four" who invited Miss Ben to share her learning experience with her classmates at the class meeting, and cast an approving gaze.
The most ironic thing is that I was emphasized by the teacher in the class as a poor student who did not love the group, was not willing to help my classmates, and was unwilling to think about problems, but later I was rated as an outstanding student in Guangzhou. Amid applause for my joy and heartfelt blessings, I clutched the ...... of the award
Maybe it's because I've experienced a lot of things, so I don't think so, and I don't care what others think of me, because everyone has everyone's opinion, and everyone has everyone's evaluation. Just like my teachers, their comments on me can be said to be contradictory, and they may really be the treasure of straw A and B. But then I realized that the most important thing is what you think, and your own attitude will determine everything.
It doesn't matter if you are denied, if you are criticized, if you are misunderstood, you will learn to be tolerant and considerate, but don't complain, because I know that there are a hundred mes in the hearts of a hundred people, whether it is good or bad, it is just some opinions that cannot hinder you. And the most important thing is to seriously ask your own heart: Who am I?
Soon you will find that I am like a tea leaf, and the universe is like a pot. It can be seen how small I am, but I am unique, because although the taste of each tea is similar, but each tea has its own unique experience, you are from Huangshan, I am from Qilian Mountain, you are picked by this person, I am the ...... selected by that personMy heart is like water, the world is a dry tea leaf, brew a cup of tea for thousands of years, called "life". It can be seen that I am as cautious and bold as Sbo, and my vast heart is enough to save money, as if I have a complete heart to embrace all kinds of things in the real world, even if it is the scorching sun, the terrifying blizzard, and the drowning rain ......?
Who am I. Although he does not have Zhuangzi's indifferent ambition, he has a leisurely heart to appreciate life; Although he did not have Su Shi's frenzied unrestrainedness, he also shed countless enthusiastic sweat on the sports field; Although he does not have Tang Bohu's talent for writing poems, he understands the ...... of hard accumulation step by step
But, this is the real me, the unique me!
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