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A little story about trust.

A freighter sails in the smoky Atlantic Ocean. A black kid who works in the stern of the boat accidentally falls into the rough Atlantic Ocean. The child shouted for help, but the wind and waves were urgent, and no one on the ship heard him, and he watched the freighter hold the waves farther and farther away......

The instinct for survival caused the child to swim desperately in the icy water, and he waved his thin arms with all his strength, trying to keep his head out of the water, and staring at the direction of the ship with wide eyes.

The ship grew farther and farther away, and the hull became smaller and smaller, until at last everything was seen, and only the endless ocean remained. The child's strength was running out, and he couldn't swim anymore, and he felt like he was going to sink. Give it up, he said to himself.

At this time, he remembered the kind face and friendly eyes of the old captain. No, the captain will come to my rescue if he knows that I have fallen into the sea! Thinking of this, the child mustered up the courage to swim forward with the last strength of his life ......

The captain finally discovered that the black child was missing, and when he concluded that the child had fallen into the sea, he ordered him to return to the sea and look for him. At this time, someone advised: "It's been so long, but I haven't drowned, and the shark has eaten ......."The captain hesitated, but decided to go back and look for it.

Someone else said, "Is it worth it for a black slave child?" The captain shouted

Shut up! Finally, at the last moment when the child was about to sink, the captain arrived and rescued the child.

When the child woke up and knelt on the ground to thank the captain for saving his life, the captain helped the child up and asked, "Son, how can you hold on for so long?" ”

Child: "I knew you would come to my rescue, you will!" ”

How do you know I'm going to come to save you? ”

Because I know you're that kind of person! ”

Hearing this, the white-haired captain knelt down in front of the black child and burst into tears: "Child, it's not me who saved you, but you who saved me!" I was ashamed of my hesitation in that moment......”

A little story about trust.

"Wu Zhao'er" is written about an ordinary rural girl. The article is divided into seven parts, and there are small topics, Victory Return, Private School, Guide, Fairy Mountain, Girl's House, Volley, and Association.

Wu Zhao'er pulled all the grenades on his body, jumped up and said, "You go and gather people, ask your uncle to take you to transfer, and I will go and intercept the rabbit cubs." "She jumped up and down in the rubble and ran in the enemy's path.

I shouted, "The red cotton jacket is not good!" "I'm going to disguise myself!

Wu Zhao'er smiled, in a blink of an eye.

She had turned her padded jacket over. The padded jacket is white, so that she lives like a little white goat with a black head that has escaped. Excerpt from "Wu Zhao'er":

The tone and speed of this girl's reading just now were lively, and she was Wu Zhao'er. What kind of Wu Zhao'er do we see? Raw:

Brave. Pull all the grenades on your body.

A man jumped up and down and ran for the enemy's path. Sheng: Intelligent, agile in action.

In the blink of an eye, he turned the red cotton jacket back to disguise himself. Sheng: Lively, optimistic.

In the face of a large number of cruel enemies in the mountains, she was smiling and jumping in the pile of rocks. Teacher: Short words, expressive movements, and optimistic and fearless laughter will reproduce the hero Wu Zhao'er.

Okay, read the next one.

The author saw the lilacs blooming extraordinarily luxuriantly, and couldn't help but think of the three white lilacs that bloomed outside his bucket every year, and the lilacs reminded him of the "lilac knot" that symbolizes sorrow. At the end, the "knot" is issued, which cannot be untied; The problems in life cannot be solved, otherwise, wouldn't it be too dull and boring".

This text is an essay written by the writer Zong Pu. The article expresses the author's open-minded attitude towards life: life cannot always be smooth sailing, face up to the unhappiness encountered in life, and regard it as a part of life, so that life can be tasted.

Appreciation. The text consists of 6 natural passages, which can be divided into two parts. The first part is the 1st and 3rd natural sections, which focus on depicting lilacs.

Among them, the first natural paragraph writes about the lilacs that bloom luxuriantly in the city, the second natural paragraph briefly describes the beautiful fragrance of lilacs outside the city from the color and fragrance of flowers, and the third natural paragraph describes the three white lilacs outside the bucket that are closely related to the author's life.

The second part is the 4th and 6th natural paragraphs, focusing on the "lilac knot". Starting from the poem of the ancients "Lilac Knot", the author writes about the lilac flowers in the light rain, writes that he understands the origin of the saying "Lilac Knot" in accidental observation, and finally starts from the sorrowful thoughts of the Lilac Knot, and has a new thinking about the Lilac Knot, which reflects the author's positive attitude towards life.

That impulsive incident was triggered by me hitting my tablemate.

The reason for the incident was that I had a small conflict with my back table, and he kicked my stool, so we had a "war of words". Eventually, I became a little impatient and spat at him, and our "war of words" became uncontrollable and intensified. Gradually, my back table became angry, and my hand waved at my head, and it touched the foot of my glasses, and in that instant, my glasses were slammed to the ground, ending their short life.

Suddenly, we were both stunned at this moment, and there was no sound, as if the world was frozen. My mother-in-law's resentful eyes appeared in front of my eyes, and my ears seemed to hear the reproach of my mother-in-law when I accidentally broke my glasses last time. Regret, remorse welled up in my heart.

Why am I so impulsive? Why should I quarrel with my tablemates? Why couldn't I be tolerant at the time?

Hi, how come there is no regret in this world for taking medicine? If there is, I'll go and buy it.

I felt remorse for my impulsiveness, and even more ashamed that my glasses had ended my short life by an impulsive person.

yes, the age! In the journey of life, we have been tested by impulses more than once. This impulsive incident left me with an unforgettable lesson: "Impulsiveness" often costs you dearly! ”