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It's also beautiful to give up.

How many choices in life we need to answer, and how many forks in the road we need to go through. Every choice is right because there is no right answer, and the answer to it needs to be created by yourself. In every choice at every intersection, there must be one to own and one to give up.

The regret that we can't have will make us shrink even more, but what we need more is: do our best to finish this road, and then look back, this road is more beautiful than before, this is the effort I have made.

The road of life is an endless answer sheet, which is an endless multiple-choice question, in front of you one by one, or even more choices, you can only choose one, give up more, therefore, learning to give up is also a compulsory course in our life.

Only by learning to give up can we unload the burden of life, travel lightly, wait for the turning point of life safely, and survive the ups and downs; Because only by knowing how to give up can we have a maturity, and only then can we live a more fulfilling, calm and relaxed life.

I remember when I was in elementary school, once, the teacher put an opportunity for an essay contest in front of me, but I ended up with just three words, "I give up", and I passed by this opportunity. Maybe I should blame me for being so cowardly, but I didn't regret it, because later, I found out that the classmate who went to the competition came back with excellent results, and that's when I realized that I had done the right thing to do: she needed this opportunity more than I did, and she could complete this task better than me!

Maybe one day (this day may be a long, long time later), you suddenly realize that what I have given up before is so beautiful. (However, it should be noted that there must be a choice in giving up, don't blindly give up, we must learn to abandon the bad and follow the good.) ）

Yes, life is like a play, everything is the only director of your own life, only the life that learns to give up can you understand life, laugh at life, and have a life realm of sea and sky. Let's do our part to make the beautiful renunciation more valuable!

Learn to give up, bury your sadness in your heart, and leave the most beautiful laughter;

Learn to give up, bury the loss in the bottom of your heart, and leave the best memories;

Learn to give up, so that everyone has a beautiful footprint together!

It turns out that giving up is so beautiful.

Hen old house.

Always hated hens. Somehow, I was a little frightened. Listen, it rattles from the front yard to the back yard, from the back yard to the front yard, and it doesn't end without any reason; Dislike!

Sometimes, it doesn't scream like this, but it whispers softly, as if it has something on its mind, trembling slightly, along the root of the wall, or along the dam, so long that it makes a small lump in people's hearts immediately form a small bump.

It never rebels against the rooster. Sometimes, however, they insult the most loyal ducks. What's even worse is that when it encounters another hen, it will poison her, take advantage of her unpreparedness, bite hard, and bite a handful of hairs.

When it came time to lay the eggs, it was almost mad, and wanted the whole world to know about it; Even the deaf will be overwhelmed by it.

But now I changed my mind, and I saw a mother hatching a flock of chicks.

Whether in the courtyard or outside the courtyard, it always holds its neck up, indicating that there is nothing terrible in the world. When a bird flies by, or something sounds, it immediately rises to the alert, tilting its head to listen; stand up for the stand-in and prepare for battle; Look before, look after, cooing warns the chicks to gather around it immediately!

When it finds something to eat, it cooing, pecking at it, and then putting it down and teaching its children to eat. As a result, the belly of each chick drooped roundly, as if it had just filled one or two rice balls, but it itself was much thinner. If other big chickens come to grab food, it will definitely attack and drive them far away, and even the big rooster is afraid of it.

It teaches the chicks to peck at food, dig into the ground, and bathe in the soil; How many times a day to teach. It's still half-crouching—I think it's quite tiring—and it's teaching them to huddle under its wings, under its chest, to get a little warmth. If it lies on the ground, some of the chicks will crawl on its back and peck at its head or something, and it will not snort.

If there is any movement in the night, it will cry loudly, so sharply and miserably that any sleeper will have to get up to see if there is a weasel.

It is responsible, loving, brave, hard-working, because it has a flock of chicks. It's great because it's the mother chicken. A mother must be a hero.

I don't dare to hate hens anymore.

An unforgettable event.

There are many unforgettable things in everyone's life, and I also have one unforgettable thing, let me share it with you!

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival: The Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional folk festival to pay tribute to the ancient great poet Qu Yuan. According to the Tao, on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, zongzi should be eaten.

I didn't like to eat zongzi at all, because I ate a few bites of zongzi last time, so I like to eat zongzi. Not only do I want to eat it, but I also want to make a bag of rice dumplings by myself. So, I asked my grandmother to hand me over the rice dumplings.

Because grandma will wrap zongzi, so I asked grandma to call me to wrap, I saw, grandma will stack three zongzi leaves together, fold into a triangle, take the zongzi leaves in the left hand, put something in the zongzi leaves with the right hand, the first layer is rice, the second layer is the peeled mung beans, the last layer is fat pork and salted egg yolk, that layer of rice wraps up all the things, the fragrance is completely retained in the zongzi, the taste is naturally very good. Seeing that my grandmother hugged not only smoothly, but also so good, my hands were itchy, and I really wanted to try making zongzi. So, I also picked up three zongzi leaves, recalling the scene of my grandmother making zongzi just now, so I felt that making zongzi was a piece of cake, I was very rusty to fold the zongzi leaves into a triangle, pretending to learn from grandma.

At this time, the problem arises, what I put down always leaks from the bottom, but I don't give up because I firmly believe; There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of those who have a heart. I tried and tried, after failing again and again, and not giving up again and again, I finally succeeded, I carefully used a rope to give the zongzi to the helper, and tied it tightly. After my efforts, I finally made a zongzi.

This incident made me understand that as long as you stick to the end, don't give up, and have confidence in yourself, you can do a good job. In the days to come, as long as I make rice dumplings, my life will definitely be successful.

From the moment he walked in, I already understood that this time was not May 1st, but 0:00 in the morning on May 1st.

In the spring, the flowers have their colorful and beautiful stories, and in the summer, the green trees have their lush and beautiful stories; In Jingqiu, Fallen Leaves has a touching story of his lonely farewell; In the cold of winter, the snowflakes have a beautiful story of her fluttering dance. Unconsciously, in my growth, there are also beautiful stories like these four seasons, all kinds of tastes, all kinds of scenery, let me grow up and savor it... Stories of growth.