Three essays on the topic of self confidence, tolerance, life, love, habits, and happiness .

Tolerance makes the glacier understand the vastness of the sea, tolerance makes the birds understand the tolerance of the sky, tolerance makes the horse admire the vastness of the grassland, tolerance is a poem, read tolerance, and sublimate for yourself.

It's all your fault! ”

I think it's your own problem! ”

There was a thud, and the ink was knocked over to the ground.

I had an argument with my best friend.

It was undoubtedly the most embarrassing scene I had ever encountered, and she and I refused to give in, as if we had forgotten our old friendship, and in a fit of rage, she knocked the ink on the floor. The ink seemed to be angry, and it slammed down on the ground and splashed in all directions. It landed mercilessly at my feet.

The anger in my heart, which was about to be extinguished, was ignited at once. I rushed out of the classroom, and behind me was her lonely, desperate figure.

Afterwards, we were always alone, alone, from good friends to strangers in an instant, I can't help but miss the happy memories of when she was with me, we were classmates in elementary school, and now we are classmates, in the past, we always help each other, and we are the "inseparable" good friends that other classmates envy. What a rare friendship, but alas, it is now shattered. I thought to myself, why don't I take the initiative to reconcile, "That's not good, but she lost your test paper first, and it was her fault who caused you to stand on the ground!"

Another voice in my heart shouted loudly. I was caught in a fierce struggle, and in the end, I chose to remain silent.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, she came to me first, only to see that in her hand was an intact test paper, the test paper clearly wrote my name, I immediately felt surprised, and delighted, she said timidly: "Your paper, I found it, and, you ......."Can you ......Forgive me. We're still good friends.

I grabbed her hand and whispered, "We've always been her friends." She smiled happily, like a beautiful flower.

The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and tolerance is great; The wall is thousands of feet, and there is no desire to be rigid. Tolerance is a poem that cleanses the soul with its gospel, reads tolerance, and gives yourself a sublimation.

"Whoever doesn't love a child, the child doesn't love him, only those who love the child can educate the child." Among my peers, I don't have beautiful looks and fashionable clothes, but I am the most beautiful and beautiful teacher in the eyes of my students. I don't want to say that I have done something for the cause of education, but I dare say that I have been working for 12 years, one step at a time, with my passion and meticulous care, caring for my students.

It is this sincere, sincere, and selfless love that enables the children I teach to grow up happily. My career as a teacher is also full of sunshine and happiness. No matter how much hard work you do, it will disappear under the innocent smiles of the children, and there will be no trace!

I like this little poem: "There is one song that is the most moving, and that is Shide." There is one kind of life that is most beautiful, and that is teachers.

There is one kind of scenery that is the most timeless, and that is the soul of the teacher. Don't say we have nothing, we have the same fiery sun, we have the same vast sky. Under the same sky, we sow hope ...... with loveWhen I copied it neatly on the title page of my diary, "sowing hope with love and treating students with sincerity" became my unspoken promise.

There was a student named Su Qi in our class. He was a notoriously problematic student. There is no interest in learning, discipline is sloppy, and almost every class is done.