To write a good composition, you should not only read books, but also participate in practical activ

To write a good composition, you should not only read books, but also participate in practical activities, as the ancients said, "learning is endless".

Read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that this matter has to be done Sorry for the repetition.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

Read more than 10,000 volumes, and write like a god.

On paper, you get the final realization.

shallow, never know that this matter has to be done.

On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. From Lu You's poem "Reading on a Winter Night". This means that the knowledge gained from books is superficial after all, and in order to understand things thoroughly, you must practice them yourself.

Full poem: The ancients left no stone unturned, and the young and strong worked hard to become old. On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

To write a good essay, you should not only read more books, but also participate in more practical activities. As the ancients said, read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles.

Read 10,000 books and travel 10,000 miles. In ancient times, 10,000 volumes refer to: the emperor's test papers, studying in order to enter Beijing to catch the exam, and the title of the gold list.

Now it is a metaphor to study hard and let your talents excel. Let what you have learned be reflected in your life, and at the same time increase your knowledge, combine theory with practice, and apply what you have learned. ）

Two years later, facing the necessary sprint before stepping into high school, I suddenly realized how important my scores were to me. I fought day and night, facing the pressure and challenges of studying, and tears once again overflowed. It taught me that one must always learn to be strong in the face of the difficulties and setbacks that come our way.

Failure is inevitable, and as long as I do my best, I'm not afraid to shed tears, I thought.

When I was in high school, I learned what fraternity is from books. Whether it is for people or things, I always maintain a balanced and kind heart, learn to care for others, and learn to cherish time. I thought I could drive away the tears from now on, but when I saw that Zheng Wei's father was running around day and night, running for life, my tears couldn't help but soak my sleeves again and again.

I feel that I owe my father a huge debt, and a huge debt that I will never be able to pay off in my life!

Thankfully, I'm a girl, so I can laugh and cry loudly, and I can let my tears out loud.

Tears gave me courage; Tears gave me confidence; Tears taught me to recognize emotions; Tears witnessed my growth.

Growing up was full of ups and downs, everyone had different joys and worries, and I was growing up full of laughter because I brought a lot of fun to my family. So I'll tell you the story of "washing dishes" and "setting off firecrackers"!

During the winter vacation, I told my mother that I would get 1 yuan for washing the dishes once, and my mother agreed without thinking about it. The first time I washed the dishes, my mother repeatedly told me to wash the oil and dish soap off the dishes. I ran into the living room to put the dishes and plates in and "bathe" them.

First, I poured the dish soap into the bowl and wiped it over and over again with a cloth inside and out. Then wash off the remaining oil stains. Suddenly, the bowl fell to the ground, and I was frightened for fear that my mother would scold me, so I quickly cleaned up the mess and ......Why am I not good at doing things?

During the Spring Festival, I went to my grandmother's house. On the first day of the new year, I was early in the morning.

It was just a few months ago. There was a child whose parents were out at night, and he was home alone. Since the little boy didn't believe in any ghosts, he wasn't afraid.

This is the question of "what are you afraid of?" It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and his parents hadn't come back yet, and he was starting to get a little worried. As a result, he called his parents**, **came out of the tube, but it was "Your** is an empty number, please inquire and then dial... The child was so frightened that he called the police.

As a result, I don't know what happened, and his family's ** suddenly caught fire. The kid screamed and ran out, and they were locked up. He looked at the wall in despair.

Scared the hell out of me! The child woke up, and the friend found himself dreaming. This is, a woman brought a towel and wiped his sweat.

Then the child fell asleep. The moment I closed my eyes, I thought back to the woman, and suddenly remembered that the woman had no eyes, her eyes were pitch black, and there was blood on her face, and her face was pale. He shouted:

Yes! Help, come on! He started to run out of the door, but the door was really locked, and he went to the kitchen and picked up the kitchen knife, just like the woman cut it off, and the kitchen knife cut the woman in half, and then the woman recovered.

Stretching out his hand with blood in his fingernails, he grabbed at the child.

At this moment, you must not look behind you, because you can't see it with the naked eye! If you don't copy this post to 3 people, at 4 a.m., you're going to die...

No way, forced to agree.