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What impressed me the most was that almost every Chinese teacher I had asked me to write well and practice my handwriting.

At that time, although I listened to the teacher, I didn't stick to it, and only practiced it occasionally, and now I really regret that I wasted too much time and didn't practice my words well. It just so happened that the school teacher gave us homework during the holiday this year, so I thought I would use the vacation time to practice my calligraphy. Let's practice for a few days first!

But after three days, practice two pages a day, on the fourth day, the heart is a little annoyed, think about it or forget it, anyway, I won't write the words well, but another voice in my ears again, to persevere, don't give up lightly.

In the end, after a contradictory struggle, I persevered. Especially when something doesn't go my way, I take out a pen and paper and practice writing quietly, and as a result, there is nothing to worry about. Now practicing calligraphy has become a habit in my life, such as if I don't practice one day, I feel as if there is still one thing to be done.

Through my own efforts, my handwriting has improved a little now, and I will continue to persist in the future. So I learned that you have to be persistent in everything you do.

If a person does not know which end he is heading, then any wind is not a tailwind.

Write a weekly diary of what you have done this week! It is touching to write about what happened to you.

Things have happened recently

Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

Thinking back to what happened at that time, with my brother's letter, there will always be the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after the painting was done, she put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the door and wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves of the tree are simply folded to form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and soon turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer tree.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me in the dusty field through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Everyone wants to grow up and get a good job in college, and I do the same, and do you know what I want to be when I grow up, and what I don't want to be when I grow up?

Before, I watched Lawyer Duan on TV behave fantastically in court! In the end, I got a lot of money! That's why I want to be a lawyer when I grow up!

Because lawyers are so rich, you can get a lot of money from a lawsuit! That's great! But that's just one of the reasons why I want to be a lawyer, and there's another reason!

It's just that adults praise me for my eloquence! This has increased my confidence by more than half!

I'm a super networm and I don't blink when I touch a computer! Playing games is even crazier, and one day, I had a whim: I'm going to make a game too!

Later, I asked my mom what kind of profession she could do to make games, and she said, "You can, a computer software engineer!" "So I had another wish:

I want to be a software engineer when I grow up and make a big online game masterpiece! Ha ha! This ideal has become an excuse for me to play with the computer!

My favorite book to read is "Naughty Bao Ma Little Jump" by Aunt Yang Hongying. Of course! It's hilarious!

I learned from my mother, "A writer can get a lot of money for writing a book!" "Listen, how cost-effective it is to be a children's book writer, not only to get money for compiling books, but also to be loved by students, and to be a children's book writer - it has also become an ideal of mine.

What do you think? Do I have many ideals? Which one do you think I'm the best fit for?

The semester is over, and I have started the "hard" winter break again.

I was so happy that I was on winter vacation, and I thought to myself, I can finally relax. But my mother enrolled me in a lot of tutoring classes without my consent: math preview, English preview, Chinese preview, Jiayi math, composition, reading, word practice class, sketch class, ......I simply didn't have time to play and relax.

Actually, I think winter vacation is no different from going to school, it's just a different place to write. Mom, can you please let me relax and sign up for less classes so that I can have a wonderful winter vacation?

The winter vacation was coming to an end, and I was extremely dissatisfied and said to my mother: "Next time I have a vacation, you want me to relax!" But my mother said, "

No, Mom is not doing this for your own good! I cried and said, "But I also need to rest, I need to play!"

My mother listened to me, thought about it, and thought it was a bit excessive, so she let me play for the rest of the day. I was very happy to hear it and hugged my mother tightly.

Hard" winter vacation life, I'm going to remove you from my life completely!

Late Autumn Essays.

This year's autumn seems to be exceptionally cold, on the way to school in the early morning, pedestrians already have colorful scarves of different lengths around their necks, I don't know if it is fashion, or really can't stand the cool autumn wind?

Autumn is getting closer and closer to me at the sound of my mother's voice adding a coat, and it seems that at the moment when I blink inadvertently, he has thrown himself into my arms like a naughty child.

The summer sun turned its face and left me, the sycamores in the campus fluttered with beautiful and light golden leaves, the sky was very high, very blue, calm down and listen, the autumn insects were whispering, what a beautiful picture of late autumn!

The mood of autumn is quiet, even a little sad. Fragile yellow, full of eyes, reflecting the lonely figure, walking in the fallen leaves, late autumn, seems to be destined to be the season of missing, let the thoughts with the fluttering autumn leaves, with the flowing clouds, recalling the sweet time that has passed, missing the friends who have not been seen for a long time in the distance, can not help but be a little stunned and lost, but the good weather with light clouds and clear wind makes people unable to let the mood go down, therefore, autumn makes people melancholy, but also stops at melancholy. It is common to have a gloomy look in autumn, and on the streets of autumn, the girls have a sentimental expression on their faces, which seems to be more dignified.

The smell of the autumn wind is mixed with the smell of cooling after being scorched by the sun, and it is a smell that makes people smile. As the sky gets higher and higher, the blue color deepens. Every late autumn day, let yourself be mature, strong, pure, simple and extraordinary.

In the air, the rich fragrance is entangled, burning the late autumn dusk into an intermittent sunset, dyeing my face red, accompanied by a smile on the corner of my mouth, rippling into my heart.

At the beginning of the night, leaning on the window, looking at the brilliant late autumn night sky, when I was in reverie, the dew drops condensed with affection, and the moonlight blew through the small street near the window, I bowed my head speechlessly, wrote this essay, and then quietly enjoyed the scenery that was elegant, waiting for myself to become a thing in this scenery, perhaps, this is only the mood of autumn.