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."How Steel is Made" is one of my favorite extracurricular readings. How should one live a meaningful life?

Paul Kochagin answered this question with actions. What is it that inspires Paul, an ordinary warrior, to have a will stronger than steel? After reading this book, I finally understood that it was the greatest and most magnificent communist cause that called him to work miracles, and this was the driving force for his tenacious struggle against disease.

Journey to the West after reading.

When I opened "Journey to the West", I always had a different mood. It is the most lively among the four famous novels, and I always feel that it is both enjoyable and interesting to read. This is a classic masterpiece that everyone loves to read, and everyone can get different feelings and inspirations when interpreting it, and some people like its distinct character personality; Some people like its lively and witty dialogue narration; Some people also study its historical background and social phenomena.

In my opinion, what we need to learn is Sun Wukong's fighting spirit of defying hardships and dangers, moving forward bravely, and being positive and optimistic.

From the Hundred Herb Garden to the Three Flavors Library

Reading Mr. Lu Xun's "Morning Flowers and Sunset: From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study", I enjoyed the innocent feelings revealed from time to time between the lines, and I couldn't help but see a fascinating nature painting in front of me.

Lacewings sing here, and crickets play their harps here. When you open the broken bricks, you will sometimes encounter centipedes; There is also a cantharid, which, if you press your finger on its spine, will slap and emit a puff of smoke from its back ......"Everything is so innocent and evocative, maybe it resonates with me.

Friends, when you walk into our campus, the first thing that catches your eye is the beautiful teaching building of our school.

The school building has four floors. There are two large mirrors on either side of the stairs in the hall on the first floor. On the east and west sides of the hall are blackboards on each wall, on which the quantitative results of discipline and hygiene for each class in the school are posted.

The block on the west side reads the school's weekly work schedule, and good people and good deeds are reported. The rooms on either side of the staircase are the teacher's office. The first, second, and third floors are classrooms for grades 1 to 6, respectively.

The fourth floor is the meeting room. There are neat desks and stools in each classroom, and the students use their own hands to decorate the classroom. In the corridor in front of the classroom, there are portraits of many world-famous scientists, including Newton, Edison, Einstein, ......Wait.

Underneath each portrait is a quote from a scientist. There are also reading rooms, laboratories, art rooms, ** rooms, computer rooms, etc. in the teaching building.

Every morning, there is a burst of reading in the teaching building, spacious and bright classrooms, and a comfortable environment. It provides us with good learning conditions. We should cherish all this, study hard, and repay the school and teachers who have trained us with excellent results.

If we want to say that father's love is like a mountain, then mother's love is like a stream, which flows warmly throughout our body. Sometimes we can feel the heavy mother's love in some small things.

That summer, I was late for Latin dance class because of snooze. In a hurry, my mother pulled me out of my sweet sleep, put on a mask and gloves, and hurriedly pulled me onto the bicycle.

After getting into the car, my mother took out a parasol from her handbag and played it for me, but my mother was scorched by the merciless sun, which burned her face from time to time with beads of sweat the size of beans, making my heart feel a heart-rending heat as if it was burned by the hot sun.

When I finally arrived at school, fortunately I wasn't late, and my panting mother breathed a long sigh of relief, and I sat down on the sofa and entered the classroom with an uneasy feeling.

After the class, my mother wanted to put the parasol on my country's side, but I refused. I put the parasol on top of my mother's head, and my mother looked at it and said, "Yo, my son is sensible." I looked at my mother and smiled sweetly.

On the way home, I clung to my mother's back, and at that moment I felt a deep maternal love.