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Fascinate me with faith.

On that rainy morning, he was frustrated that he had been running around for months after graduating from college and had not found a satisfactory employer, and he was walking along the country road alone.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of an earthen kiln quite far from the village, and when he looked up, he was startled by the demeanor of the old man, who had only recently begun to learn how to make clay pots. I saw the old man striding to the kiln, without frowning, he picked up an iron rod and smashed all the large and small clay pots that had just come out of the kiln in different shapes.

Puzzled, he stepped forward and asked the old man why he had broken them all.

The old man said unhurriedly: "If you don't grasp the heat well, there is something wrong with it." ”

He lamented, "But you've already spent a lot of effort! ”

The old man sat down in the rain again, and started from scratch again, earnestly making the mud little by little. The calmness of resolutely breaking and starting over and succeeding deeply touched him deeply - yes, it doesn't matter if all the crockpots are broken, as long as the persistent belief in his heart is not broken, the old man will not worry about not being able to make a more satisfactory crockpot.

Silently, he bowed deeply to the old man, turned around and ran home, carrying a simple bag and resolutely joining the team of migrant workers going south. After anxious waiting, after repeated disappointments, he finally got a very hard job - working as a small worker on a construction site.

A few years later, he owned a small company.

In life, there will always be failures. However, at this time, who can grit his teeth and tell himself: I still have one of the most precious things - the belief that refuses to bend, and hold it tightly, will surely add a courage and a fearless strength in the difficulties, and will feel that the feet are still on the ground, the blood is still hot, and the road has not been completely cut off.

When I was a child, I snuggled up in my mother's arms, like a docile little sheep, listening to my mother's funny fairy tales. Sometimes, the little head is full of silly questions, and when I see my mother, I keep asking questions like a little tail. And my mother always answered me one by one about these very childish questions that I couldn't say.

Time pushes me forward in the river where a small boat grows. Ten years ago, I was a little girl who didn't know anything. Ten years later, I was a teenager.

However, every day I was confined to school and lived a life of two points and one line, and sometimes, I felt the urgency of life and the urgency of breathing.

Every night I think about the childishness and innocence of my childhood. I can't help but envy the happiness I had when I was a child.

And my mother seems to have changed as a different person. When I came home every week, my mother seemed to be in my ear, saying a word to the left and a word to the right, "Let's do my homework...... on the right"Just like when I was a kid. I know it's because I'm growing up that my mom restrains me.

However, I always dare not admit it in my heart, and I always want to go back to my childhood.

One day, I saw my eldest sister, who had already joined the work, shopping freely. I thought, my childhood has passed, and I can never go back to my childhood, so I have a new vision. Imagine what it would be like when you grow up.

With a new wish, I wanted to break free from the birdcage and fly to a more beautiful place in the sky.

I guess my goal is a rainbow!

Sometimes, I also want to write a poem.

The road of youth may be bumpy and muddy; The figure of youth, perhaps staggering; But the memories of youth are bound to be as gorgeous as rainbows. I look into the distance, hoping to write a perfect poem with love and gratitude. "Don't put your head down, don't tear drops, the sky has no power, we need to raise our heads ourselves.

The sentimentality of teenagers always urges the flow of tears when they are not satisfied, and Wang Guozhen's song "When the Leaves Are Yellow" can always help me regain my fighting spirit and move on. Sometimes, I also want to write such a poem to express my youthful courage and desire. On a waning evening, reflecting the warm glow of fire, I used the never-fading ink on a piece of paper that has not been rotten for thousands of years, carefully recording my youthful and energetic yearning.

When you encounter setbacks or years later, re-read the poems that were immature but full of hope. Sometimes, I also want to write a poem to encourage my heart, which is often hurt by setbacks, to cheer up and smile at the rising sun of tomorrow.

The wise man is picturesque, and the benevolent man is happy with the water. A cup of wine calmly, a cup of tea in a plain way, a small stone bridge in the drizzle and a small bamboo raft in the spring breeze. There is no bright moon flower dancing alone at night, and there is poetry and writing in the belly.

The unique restlessness factor of youth often makes me a little upset and irritable, maybe I am a little anxious for quick success, or I don't seem to understand some things in society, but Tao Yuanming's poems can always make me calm down, calmly and calmly face everything, thousands of things are always about feelings, and juvenile feelings are always poems. Tao Yuanming used his poems to tell me what it means to be "non-indifferent and unambitious, non-quiet and far-reaching", what is called "spring grass is green", and I would rather write a poem of my own, recording the beauty of nature and the beauty of indifferent state of mind, not letting the world and hustle and bustle blind my eyes, fill my ears, and let me smile at life from a calm and indifferent state of mind.

No, no, I'm not afraid of sorrow. I filled it with the sweet syrup of loyalty. Washed pure with tears, I knitted it into a wreath of longing and hung it on my chest.

A three-year junior high school career is about to come to an end, and there is always a trace of sorrow in the expectation and yearning for tomorrow. Rabindranath Tagore said that he was "not afraid of sorrow" and used his verses to weave sorrow into his thoughts, and I also wanted to weave sorrow into his poems with his thoughts. Sometimes, I also want to write a poem to fill my memories and thoughts between the lines, so that I can stop the tears of longing when I grow up many years later, and the beautiful arc of reminiscing about the past when I am curled up at the corners of my lips.

Sometimes, I want to be willful for once, too.

Well-behaved, I never thought of rebellion; Obedient, I never remembered resisting; But I'm quiet, and sometimes, I want to be willful.

When I was a child, I looked at Winnie the Pooh in the center of the window for a long time, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart, believing that soon I would be able to own it. However, my mother held a thick dictionary in her hand, and she said: "Only by reading good books can you grow up to be productive, and you can play whatever you want when the time comes."

So, I said goodbye to the window, took the dictionary, and reluctantly left. As if I had lost something in my heart, I knew that it was the innocence that a child should have, but now it was tightly choked by a pair of invisible hands.

When I was in elementary school, "I'm sorry. I looked apologetically at my table mates who had to "move". There was a suffocating element in the air, an eerie silence.

She left silently, and the smaller figure struck a heavy blow on my heart, and I was very reluctant, but-"Sitting with a bad student will affect your learning, it's better to change a good student to you, I'll go to the teacher." Mom's words are still in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened, can't I have a precious friendship?

I was speechless. When the winter vacation of middle school was approaching, I hesitated between the "** training class" and the "math training class". I love it, but I know that learning is just as important. I am not a gifted child blessed by God, excellent grades, I need twice as much diligence and sweat as others to strive for, I tremble.

Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful for once! So, I stepped into the "** training class" as I wished, my mother was just silent, and then walked into the room with a muffled voice, and the heavy sound of the door closing made me hesitate, did I do something wrong?

I've never found my singing voice so beautiful now, and I'm satisfied with the flowers and applause I received, and I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel, one morning, my mother whispered to my father: "This child, if he had signed up for the 'mathematics training class', his studies would definitely not have fallen behind."

These words happened to be heard by me as I got up and passed by, and my heart seemed to be pierced by ten thousand arrows, and it hurt with blood. When I handed my mother the certificate of "First Prize in the ** Competition", my mother looked at me with a complicated expression and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the awards, and also blew away the dripping tears, and broke my heart.

Start and stop, no one cares, what's the use of it?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me; My long-absent table mate clasped my hand and whispered "long time no see"; On stage, I confidently showed my singing voice to ...... audience

I know that the road ahead is bumpy, but I still want to go on, in my own way, no longer a doll at the mercy of others, I have to face the ups and downs of life by myself.

The early morning sun shone into the woods, the mischievous dew bloomed a small flower on the ground, I opened my arms and breathed the free air, it was so good to be free! Sometimes, I really want to be willful once.