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Today, on the way out of school, I found a dying green worm slowly wriggling, and I also saw a small ant spinning around next to the big green worm, as if trying to get it back to the nest, but there was nothing I could do, because the big green worm was indeed too large for a small ant.

I kept my eyes on them to see how things would play out. Although this little ant is so small compared to the big green worm, but it is not willing to give up this hard-won delicacy easily, I saw it pull from the head of the big green worm for a while, and push it from the tail for a while. I think the little ant will be exhausted and will be helpless to go home, how do I know that something strange happened, I saw the two tentacles on the head of the little ant keep swinging up and down, I was wondering, I don't know what it is going to do, after a while, a swarm of ants came to the big green worm, some pushed, some pulled, some lazy guys even climbed on the big green worm to enjoy the delicious.

In the end, the huge green worms were successfully transported back to the nest by countless tiny ants.

Yes! Little ants all have this spirit of perseverance, solidarity and mutual assistance, let alone us? Let us remember Zweig's statement that all human work, if it is worth doing, and to be done well, should be given full attention.

Tiny ants are insignificant, and as long as we lightly step on them, their lives are gone. However, there is a valuable quality in ants that we humans can learn from - solidarity and cooperation.

I remember one time, I was walking in front of my house, and suddenly I saw a biscuit on the ground, and there was a small ant standing next to the biscuit, and I thought: What is this little ant doing? So I crouched down curiously and looked at the little ant carefully.

I saw that he first used his tentacles to top the biscuits, but the biscuits did not move at all. It made me understand that it was going to lift the cookie up. As I continued to observe, it tried to push the biscuit forward with its front feet, but it wouldn't move.

Finally, it struggled to carry the biscuit on its back, but as soon as it carried it, it couldn't bear it, so it put it down again. Although the little ant did not leave, it could be seen that it was disappointed. The little ant walked back and forth in front of the cookie again, as if thinking of something, and then quietly left, I thought:

This little ant must have given up, and I have nothing more to see, so go home. Just as I was getting up to leave, I suddenly saw a large group of ants walking towards the biscuit, and it was the little ant that took the lead! Under the command of the little ants, the ants lined up in two rows on both sides of the biscuits, the big ones carried on their backs, and the small ones were topped with their antennae, and finally lifted the biscuits, and I kept watching the biscuits and the group of ants, watching them disappear into the green grass.

It is impossible for a small ant to move this biscuit, but when many ants think about it together and work hard together, it condenses into a powerful force - the power of unity and cooperation. Therefore, we must learn to unite and cooperate, help each other, and not insist on going our own way. That's what I learned from the fact that ants move food.

Life is like a TV series, consisting of small shots that are not very eye-catching, and a colorful life is composed. I cherish life, and I love the small shots in life, and it is because of them that I have received many inspirations. Whenever I encounter a setback, I am reminded of the scenes that make me think deeply.

I remember that in a mock test in the fourth grade, my math score was not satisfactory, and I was even walking home with my head down, like a defeated rooster. Along the way, my heart was pounding, and the fluttering test paper seemed so heavy in my hands. I was distressed and nervous, afraid that the final exam would be like this.

However, I just want to relieve my mood, whether to play table tennis, or hang out with my classmates, or ......Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration: go home and find a disc to watch.

As soon as I got home, I turned on the VCD and started watching it, giggling all the time. Suddenly, it occurred to me: if I could smile like this every time I encounter a setback, wouldn't it be sunny after the rain?

In fact, some setbacks are not as difficult to deal with as they may be.

Since this incident, I have begun to be optimistic about many things, because I have understood: when you encounter setbacks, as long as you don't give up and face them bravely, then success must not be far from you, because opportunities are always reserved for people who never give up.

Life is like a cup of strong coffee, if you treat it with the mentality of swallowing dates, you can only taste bitter and bitter; If you taste it carefully, it will be a different taste: sweet, as if the cup is full of warmth, making people feel warmer after the character.

Life is like a thick philosophical book. The content of the book is all-encompassing and colorful, whether it is an ordinary person or a noble person, life will not favor anyone. But people who are good at life are often people who are close to life, and life has paved a road to sunshine for him.

And the people who are sad and low in energy on weekdays happen to be the ones who run away from life, those people do not pay attention to real life, and fantasize about the future all day long, but life punishes him is; Life is not alive, and no matter what you do, you hit walls everywhere. We must not do the latter, but choose the former, face every day with full energy, and understand that we are "savoring" life, not "boiling" life. Believing that life gives you much more joy than you give.

Life is a bridge, a bridge that is both long and challenging. Every time I was a year older, I thought I was taking another step towards the bridge. What's on the other side of the bridge?

Hell, heaven, or some kind of Elysium. Actually, none of this matters, what matters is the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy things that I experienced when I crossed the bridge, and these things were saved up. It has become a life of joy and sorrow, and taste.

Human life is only once, so this only life should also be meaningful

I love my teachers.

You are all the fruit planted by the teacher. "I couldn't understand what my mother meant, she said that as long as I study hard in school, I will understand when I get grades in the future. My grades are so good, but why don't I understand?

I loved my homeroom teacher, Mr. Zheng, and I said to my mother, "If I am really fruitful, I want Mr. Zheng to taste the sweet taste every day." ”

In class, she used extracurricular knowledge combined with the content of the text, and we not only memorized the content of the text, but also learned knowledge that could not be learned in the textbook. Ms. Zheng does not treat students as only "listeners", she encourages every student to read with "? "To analyze, to think.

She also asked us to ask difficult questions in class, and we could also find her and books to find out if they had good ideas, and she would use medals as a reward to stimulate our interest in Chinese lessons.

The homework she gave us was not ordinary. Only one or two homework assignments were assigned every day, but we were asked to buy two exercises and do them when we had time. But they don't directly assign the homework of these two books, so that we can learn to learn consciously. There is a connection with junior high school and a good habit.

Mr. Zheng is meticulous in our learning. In the morning, she urged us to memorize the texts one by one and memorize the phrases on the learning cards. For the students in the class whose grades are not satisfactory, she is like a loving mother who is afraid that her children will not have enough to eat, and she uses all the time she can use to make up for a little more.

Can you not be moved by these?

When my mother saw what I had written above, she said, "The teacher has sown seeds in the classroom, and whether or not they can receive the fruit depends on the students' hard work!" "I suddenly understood what my mother meant, and I loved my teacher even more from the bottom of my heart!