What s the most stressful thing you ve ever been about?

I've experienced the stressful thing of not helping my mom when she needed help. Here's the answer:

At noon today, my mother told us one thing as soon as I entered the door.

She bought a lot of vegetables, her hands were full, and when she walked to the door of the building, she really couldn't open the door.

At this time, a little boy behind his mother took the initiative to help his mother open the door. Seeing this, Mom quickened her pace. The little man told his mother very intimately

Auntie, you go slowly, don't be in a hurry. When his mother walked in the door, before he could thank the little boy, he had already said "goodbye" to his mother and ran away.

This incident touched the mother very much, and until before going to bed at night, the mother was talking about the child.

I was also very grateful to the little boy, not only because he helped my mother, but also because he taught me a lesson.

In the classroom, the teacher often teaches us to be a good child who helps others. Isn't this little boy the best example of this? I hope everyone around us can do the same.

On Sunday, when my parents were out on business, I was alone at home reading a book, and before I could finish a short paragraph, there was a knock at the door. Who is it? Mom and Dad? Grandmother? Classmates ......When I opened the door, I saw a child of the same age who I didn't know was standing in front of the house.

I immediately became nervous, now there are so many out-of-town children stealing and robbing houses, it can't be because they fancy my family, right? I quickly closed the door and ignored it. Continue to read a book under the warm afternoon sun.

After a while, I remembered the task of taking out the garbage that my parents had told me. I lazily opened the door and was taken aback to find the kid still in the doorway! I realized that the comer was not good at ......I couldn't help but "slam" the door shut.

From the cat's eye, I saw two crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Could it be that something is really wrong with him? Talk to him in the door? There's a fierce struggle going on inside of me.

Eventually, I decided to talk to him. He looked a little surprised. From his autobiography, he learned that she was a lost foreign traveler, and it had been two days since she accidentally stumbled into this neighborhood, and when he decided to ask others for help, he was touched by a gray nose, and some people even regarded him as a madman.

Listening to his self-report, I couldn't help but soften my heart. What to do, help him? No, now everyone lies, and in case it's a lie, I helped him ......What should I do, will I help or not?

How to get him to go? A litany of questions crossed my mind. Forget it, give him a bowl of rice, and send it away.

I filled a bowl of rice, opened the door and put it on the ground and said, "Little brother, I can't help you, I still have some rice, you fill your stomach and continue to look for your relatives, they must be anxious if they can't find you." "It's a little distressing to see him gobbling up in the cat's eyes.

After a while, he put his chopsticks and bowl at the door and walked downstairs step by step. I opened the door and retrieved the chopsticks. Suddenly, he came up again.

I looked at him blankly, and he smiled knowingly, said "thank you" and left.

I suddenly felt very relaxed, maybe it was because he was gone, but after a while, I felt a little worried, and the figure of Zen Zen smiling and going downstairs appeared in front of me. I thought: if what he said is true, then I wish you to find your relatives soon.

If what you say is not what you say, I will feel sorry, not for a bowl of rice, but for you to lose the morality of life.

It was a tense moment that afternoon I will never forget.

When I was young, I had nowhere to put a lot of time. You can sleep all day, or you can go wild.

When I was just 18 years old, I felt that I was already too big to do anything.

Looking back now, my 18-year-old self is still turbid, and how much good time I wasted!

By the time he was sober and enlightened, he had reached middle age.

Some self-motivated people are just budding, but people are getting old.

If you don't start, it's really too late.

Dozens of years old imitation people, how many first times should they have experienced? And this time it's yoga encounters.

I never thought that one day I would practice yoga and teach classes.

This first time I knew that Da Nian was still an unfamiliar experience, and I was both looking forward to it and a little nervous.

From not knowing how to prepare a few days ago, to now having to prepare for class and practice, I began to devote myself to it, concentrate and focus.

I want to be prepared, if not perfect, but to get it done. It's the attitude to do things.

Maybe it's because you like it, so you're so involved, right? When I finish my first yoga class, I want to apply this attitude to reading and writing, and that aspect is also waiting for me to break through and improve.

Say to yourself who is working hard: "Every first time in life is a gift from God, thank you for meeting, and be grateful for all the beautiful things." ”

For the first time in life, it is always accompanied by tension, excitement and then a long period of excitement. Think about it, how long have we all been rolling and cheating for a long time and haven't started our first time? suddenly remembered what Dong Qing said about Bu Lead, "Our life is made up of every first time."

The first time is definitely going to be nervous, of course it's a process that must be experienced, and after a while, it's fine, everything starts from the first time! Believe in yourself! Let it be!

Nervous, both of them are the first time, they didn't get hard, and they looked anxious.

It's impossible to say that you're not nervous, but you'll get familiar with it after a few more times!