Write an essay on the topic of self help vs. other help .

I can help you for the rest of your life,!! Just hahahaha

I once saw a story on the Internet: I remember one Thursday afternoon, "I" happily walked home after school. When "I" walked to the neighborhood committee, I saw that the road was being repaired in front of me, so "I" took a detour and walked home from another path.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a voice: "Little sister, are you out of school?" "I" looked up, and a strange middle-aged man appeared in front of "me".

Well, it's out of school. "I" replied casually. "I'm your dad's colleague, don't you know me?

The stranger said to "me" with a smile. "I" looked up at him, remembering the father's colleagues I had met, "I've got a few delicious grains of candy for you." After saying that, he took "my" hand and took out a few grains of candy for me.

I thought to myself, this person "I" have never met, whether he recognizes the wrong person or ....... I" asked in a flash of inspiration, "Do you also drive a truck?"

Where did my dad drive today? "That's right! "That's right!

Your dad drove out and asked me to pick you up." After saying that, the stranger peeled a grain of candy and tried to stuff it in "my" mouth. "It's the bad guy, my dad doesn't drive at all.

I "suddenly got nervous, what should I do?" I usually see a lot of cases of bad people cheating children on TV and newspapers and magazines, but today I was met by "me", what should I do? There must be something wrong with the sugar in his hand, and "I" must not eat it.

I don't eat sugar, didn't my dad tell you? "I," said in a hurry, "Oh, I forgot. The stranger reluctantly put the candy in the bag, "I'll take you to your father."

He said, taking my hand. My parents taught me a lot of ways to help myself, and there were many articles in magazines about this. By the way, I have a solution.

Every time I went to my father's place, I would help him buy a pack of cigarettes, and we would go to the small store to buy cigarettes and go to his father's place. "I" smiled and said to the stranger, "Well, hurry up, your dad is waiting for you." Looking at his self-righteous appearance, "I" couldn't help but smile secretly

You've been fooled. The stranger took me by the hand and came to the shop, and at this time, "I" pointed to the man who was coming in the distance and said, "Dad, why are you back?"

The stranger's face suddenly tensed, and the hand holding me tightly suddenly let go. "I" said to the stranger, "Daddy is back, let's go!"

No, no, I had to go beforehand. He said in a panic, then ran to the back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Be your own patron saint.

The sky is high, and a crane soars to the sky; The land is wide, and the river is flat. But no matter how much we fantasize about being a crane and a horse, the road we have to walk is always bumpy and winding, and there is no end in sight. The philosopher said: Difficulties are blessings, setbacks are wealth, and you are gods.

The mountain road "twists and turns.

There is a mountain, and legend has it that there is a beautiful scenery at the top of the mountain. At dawn, you can watch the sun rise and shine from the top of the mountain; In the evening, you can watch the sun go down and the afterglow slanted. At the top of the mountain, there are pleasant bird calls, sweet wild fruits, tempting treasures, and the ...... of gods to open the door to success for you

This mountain is longed for by many people. So, they went up the mountain. The foot of the mountain was flat, with only a few pieces of gravel, but these did not stand in their way, so they could reach the mountainside without a hitch.

The mountain road became winding, steep, and bumpy, and the trees and grass on the side of the road in their dreams were gone, and they could not catch the plants they could support, so they fell and could not get up again.

There are birds on the mountain road, which are your guide to move forward. There are rocks on the mountain road, which is your tiptoe to go up the mountain. There is grass on the mountain road, which is your dependence on climbing.

There are trees on the mountain road, and it is the raft ...... for you to cross the streamBut when it's all gone, you can climb this winding mountain road, because you can be your own savior.

The battlefield is "treacherous.

A general, he has a team of brave soldiers, he has a smart and witty commander, he has an advanced and sharp **, he even sent Taoist priests to do the rituals, there is a favorable opportunity, so his war is won.

However, the general did not know that this victory was not his own. He wondered, in the next war, if he lost his soldiers, military, **, would he still win?

Life is like a battlefield. If we do the same as the generals, then we will be excluded from this society. When we fall behind someone else's feet and look at the dust that someone else raises, then we should think about our own strength.

We can no longer throw ourselves into the arms of our parents and enjoy the warmth of family. We can't beg our friends to lend a helping hand to us, let alone put down our dignity to beg for something from the popularity of the powerful, all we have to do is to carve out our own battlefield by ourselves.

When we use our strength to climb to that scenic mountaintop, when we win a war with our own ingenuity, when we take the key to the door of success from the man of God with our own hands, we will see that our parents are proud of us, our friends follow our example, and those who are powerful bow down to us.

Difficulties are blessings, and they make us strong; Frustration is wealth, and it makes us believe in ourselves. He is a god, because he controls his own destiny, he is his own patron saint, and he is his savior.

It depends on the content.

It's up to you to help yourself.

Flowers bloom, flowers are undefeated.

I read it softly, and this sentence that was written by someone and then spread has the power to reach people's hearts. You seem to see a vast field, those flowers that flourish to the clear, bright and saturated in color, with the most primitive texture of life. They are so vivid and willing to face the sun, as if a religious conversion, a sacred gesture that gives one inner peace.

I'm just an innocent and kind child, just entered a beautiful childhood, but I'm mature again, why do people grow up so fast, can't they give us some free space?

As a child, I was very fond of God, thinking that God could bring us good luck, bring us happiness, bring us everything, and yearn for the future (that is, 12 or 13 years old).

When I think of those dazzling pictures, my eyes reveal deep feelings. It was one of the most difficult times for you, standing at the crossroads, watching the traffic lights go off and not knowing what to do. At this time, I realized that childhood is the most beautiful and the shortest, and growing up is not a good thing

Couldn't God give me some tolerance, give me some childhood, I will cherish it

Now I'm not full of childishness and activity like I was when I was a child, but I'm really mature, and I'm thinking more and more about giving up on myself, but I firmly believe that God will give me a chance

I will learn a lot of knowledge in middle school to repay my childhood

I went to Dudu City last week, and what impressed me the most was watching the fire drill, which mainly talked about how to save myself and escape. I've learned a lot, so let me share it with you now.

Many times when there is a fire, people are poisoned by smoke and not burned to death, so wet the towel but not too much water, otherwise you will choke. Folding 16 layers of towels can block 90% of the smoke, some people don't have such a big towel at home, folding 6 layers can block 60% of the smoke, you must remember to bend down and hold on to the wall, because the thicker smoke is on it.

If you must go out at home, don't open the door first, touch the door whether it is hot or cold, if it is hot, it means that there is fire outside, at this time, you should wet the quilt and stuff it in the crack of the door, and then pour water on the door, do not let the fire in, wait for the fire to slowly subside, you can open a little crack, observe whether there is fire outside, if the door is cold, also open a little crack to observe whether there is fire outside.

If you are escaping from a fire and you notice a little fire in front of you, throw water on yourself and then wet the quilt and put it on your head so that you can pass through that small fire.

If you can't get out after many attempts, you shout upstairs and throw things down to ask for help. If you want to escape from a dangerous fire more easily and quickly, you can connect sheets or quilts one by one, tie strong knots, and then fix the end of the thing that you think can support your weight, then grab the rope and slide it down until you feel that the heavy object can't handle your weight, and then find someone who is not on fire and break through the window. Oh, I almost forgot, I want to tell you a very important thing, not everyone will die if they jump off the building, there is a way to jump off the building without dying, but the teacher hasn't shown us this, the teacher just finished the rest of the story in one sentence.

It is not very new news, a minibus driving on the winding mountain road, was hijacked by several people, they pulled the female driver out of the car and defiled, except for a gentleman who came out to stop it, the others were indifferent. The gangsters left, and the disheveled driver returned to the car and pointed to the gentleman who had stopped him: "You, get out of the car!" , that gentleman was very helpless, and he couldn't figure out why he was indifferent, but you drove me off? In the end, the gentleman was kicked out of the car. The next day, he saw the news:

A minibus drove down the cliff.

Although he has passed that cynical age and can think calmly about things, the indignation in his heart in the face of the indifference of those people is still difficult to calm for a long time. Coal kilns, broken bridges, robbers, beggars, true and false fill our eyes, giving up seats to the elderly on the bus for fear of being said to be pretended by others, and giving money to beggars on the road is not only afraid of being said to be fake but also afraid of beggars pretending to be ......This phenomenon is like a sandstorm, the flood is known to exist but is powerless to prevent it.

There is a saying in Zhuangzi Grand Master: When the spring is dry, the fish are on land, and they are wet, wet, and foam, and they are better to forget the rivers and lakes. A society that needs to be close to each other is certainly not a good society, but the fish know in this environment that they can keep each other wet and wet, and let each other survive in a spirit of fraternity.

And we humans are reluctant to spit out a bubble for others to moisturize, or we don't know how to spit bubbles. If you lend a helping hand when others are in trouble, you not only help others, but also yourself. Let's say a truth that everyone understands, when gangsters block the road and rob, if everyone is willing to do justice, will there be so many gangsters robbing?

If no one cares, maybe you'll be next. If a person had a good life, would he be so bored that he ran the streets and became a dirty beggar? The possibility of life may make any of you and me beggars, and will anyone be willing to help us then?

The help we give to others is not a great burden for ourselves, even if we meet a fake beggar, giving a few dollars is not a big loss. Even if you meet a ** who says that he needs to borrow 100 yuan, and you give it to him, it will not make you poor, and one day when someone else comes to repay you the 100 yuan, how will you feel in your heart?

If the environment is difficult for us, do you choose to preach everywhere like Mr. Kong, like Boyi and Shuqi who refuse to eat Zhou Su and pretend to be upright and starve to death in Shouyang Mountain, like thieves blocking the road and robbing the mountain to occupy the mountain as the king, like Tao Yuanming looking for a piece of land to cultivate himself without asking the world, or like a fish, use his sincerity to spit out a few warm bubbles for the people around him?