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Books are the ladder of human progress. - Gorky.

As a child, I didn't like to read. My mother read me stories, and I read them, but I didn't know where to go. It turned out that I went to see the ants move. I love these lively and cute creatures more than books.

When I was in kindergarten, my grandfather started reading stories to me. It's all some historical allusions and fairy tales. The night was dark, the stars were bright, and the breeze was slipping from the leaves.

Some of them have been heard, but I always take the trouble to listen to them again and again. I asked my grandfather how he knew so many stories, and he smiled and said, "Because I like to read."

So, I had a general understanding of books.

Later, I went to elementary school. One day, my mother handed me a key and said mysteriously, "I have a box in my room that you can only open when you grow up."

I was a very curious person, and I secretly opened the box while my mother was not looking. It's all books, stacks of books. I flipped through them at random, and they were all famous books that suited me to read.

So, I spent a semester reading them. It was here that I met the strong vacant Robinson, the beautiful Snow White, and the handicapped Helen Kate. Not only did I get to know some people with distinct personalities, but I also learned a lot of big truths.

Since then, I have fallen in love with reading, and my writing skills and reading comprehension have improved.

When I was in junior high school, I fell in love with ** and some more "advanced" literary works. I no longer just read words, I understand the soul of reading. I saw different styles of text.

Some are gentle and soothing, some are surging. My literary literacy has been improved, my soul has been sublimated, and my spirit has been enriched. Books are a beacon that illuminates the direction in which I am headed.

Books are a bridge in my growth.

The second year of junior high school: Chen Jinghan.

Shi'en, a bridge in my growth.

When we are depressed and sad by the river, a bridge will be quietly built on the river to help you tide over the difficulties and reach the new shore.

Everyone experiences too many setbacks. When I was in elementary school, I took an English test lightly, thinking that I could get good grades even if I didn't study. Who knows, I was dumbfounded when the curls were sent, and I was the one with the highest score every time, and I only got more than 80 points.

I couldn't stand the blow, I couldn't explain it to my teachers, let alone my parents. It's sixth grade, and I... At the end of class, I lay on my desk, tears rolling in my eyes. She came to me, didn't discipline me, only a bright smile, like a gust of wind that blew away all the dark clouds on my forehead, and blew away all the gloom in my heart.

She sat down, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, the teacher believes in you, you can do it!" She patiently helped me analyze the cause and correct it seriously.

Just one ordinary word, like a piece of rain that moistens my parched heart, turns all my troubles into bubbles and disappears.

Another time, I had a conflict with a friend, and I was full of unhappiness, and I was so bored to see everything as if it was against me. I'm just full of resentment and writing in my diary. It was she again, who knew what was on my mind, and with a heartfelt remark, I shook my good friend's hand again.

My mood is also like the weather outside, the rain has passed and the sky is clear.

I will never forget this kind of teacher. It is the teacher who has become a beacon on my dark and aimless path, guiding me to the right path; It was the teacher who became a paintbrush on the blank and unwritten chapter of my life, adding a brilliant stroke to me.

I feel that Shi'en is a bridge for me to grow up. Take everything yourself, bend your body, and let us children walk by. When you are desperate, there will always be a Qizhen Envy Bridge, which will make you suddenly open up and feel the joy of "the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village".

Every step you take forward, she feels a little relieved. When I have time, I should really go to the bridge to take a walk...

There are many times when frustration really disgusts me.

In everyone's life, there will be many choices. Every choice makes people think about it, don't understand, don't know, what is the best.

That feeling makes people daunting, and they don't even dare to touch it, afraid that once they come into contact, they will have to persevere, calmly and calmly go on. At that time, we learned to think, but we never learned to face it.

Sometimes, "he" seems to be really important, playing the male and female protagonists in your life, once you miss it, the whole drama will lose its essence and its original perfection. At that time, we learned to face it, but we could never learn to be strong.

Sometimes, when we are so frustrated, "he" will appear in front of our eyes in droves, blocking the view and blocking the way. can only rely on perseverance, take one step at a time, walk bravely, and walk step by step. At that time, we learned to be strong, but we will never learn to endure.

Sometimes, difficulties make us dizzy and delirious. "He" will appear again and push us in the back, so that we fall and find it difficult to get up. From it, I can understand the pain of those who are disabled, and feel the hard work when they want to get up, but there is no support point.

Got up, fell again, got up, fell again. Again and again ......Until I lost my courage ......At that time, we learned to endure, but we never learned to grow up.

Sometimes, from a very young age, Mom and Dad taught us to walk, talk, behave, and behave. I always feel that those things don't matter, and I get tired of listening to them, who cares. Gradually, we began to change, from crying children to students grabbing apples in kindergarten, to elementary school students who regard red scarves as pride, to middle school and high school students who were troubled by subjects, until we graduated from college and stepped into society.

We found out that all along, in addition to relatives, classmates, and friends, there seems to be a "he" who is "tireless" and "persevering" with us. has accompanied us through so many years, and is still young.

At this time, we have grown up!

He" - setbacks, make our lives, create a life for us. As long as you know how to be optimistic, you will be able to overcome difficulties. Even if it was a bridge, even if that bridge was high, we crossed it.

Frustration, a bridge in my growth. Even though it was high above, I stepped over it.

Mother's love is like water, as brilliant as a flower, as warm as the sun, and as tender as flowing water. —Epigraph.

Tender love. In spring, everything comes back to life, birds stand on the branches and chirp, the ice melts and the snow melts, and animals crawl out of the ground to move. This is nature. On the verdant grass, "the grass is green", I ran and jumped like a child, "busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites".

Even though it rains like sweat, my heart is full of laughter. Accidentally, I tripped over a rock, and the figure of my mother ran towards me in the distance. "What's wrong?

I looked at my mother, who was anxious, her brow furrowed, her eyes gentle and loving, and my soul was comforted. The dark clouds in my heart dissipated in an instant, and I ran on the grass again, running away with my mother's love.

Blazing love. In the summer, I knew that I was singing in the branches, and my mother and I were in the thick green shade in front of the window. The breeze is gentle, the branches are swaying, the dappled light and shadow are sprinkled on the ground, and the beautiful scenery in the countryside in midsummer is vivid and full of interest. The blazing sun upset me, but the beautiful scenery in front of me became the object of my hatred, and the leisurely elegance and poetic painting in my heart vanished.

And my mother was on the side, fanning me and repelling mosquitoes, letting her clothes be wet with sweat, but my mother never stopped and silently paid for me. At that time, I suddenly felt very cool because of my mother's love.

Deep love. In autumn, the fallen leaves wither, "dead vines and old trees faint crows", but "I say that autumn is better than spring". The mountains and rivers in front of you are lifeless and full of desolation, but the beautiful fallen leaves put a coat on the earth and are colorful. The autumn was cold and the moonlight was cold, the fireflies flew away, and I couldn't sleep when I was lonely.

Quietly, my mother walked in, brought me a glass of milk, told a story, and I snuggled into my mother's arms and enjoyed my mother's warmth. Although the flowers are thankful and the leaves are zero, "the red is not a ruthless thing, and it is more protective of the flowers when turned into spring mud".

Pure love. In winter, the north wind howls, and the snow elves can't bear it, so they run mischievously to the world and sprinkle the earth. A person huddles in a corner, loneliness and coldness welling up in his heart. At this time, a strong fragrance of tea wafted in the distance, it was the mother.

She brought me a cup of hot tea. After drinking, the cold dissipated, and my mother melted the snowy mountain in my heart with love, making me feel warm.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, different loves, filled with different happiness. It is the love of the four seasons that builds a bridge of the four seasons. I stood on the bridge, walking forward step by step, breathing the air of mother's love and feeling the mother's love all year round.

In the warmth of mother's love, I have gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and walked towards the glory of life!

No. Won't you write it yourself.

For example, your mother is a bridge in your growth, and her character is the food you replenish (right?). And then because you were influenced by your mother's one thing or a sentence or something, you did well in the final exam or something.