Let s learn Chinese together Composition Urgency Urgency I

I still remember when I was a child, I didn't like Chinese because I was not interested in Chinese, so I didn't listen to lectures, but one open Chinese class made me like Chinese.

It was a spring, we had just learned the text "Spring", the teacher asked us to read this article by ourselves, I just read the beginning, I was attracted by the spring depicted by Zhu Ziqing, if you are in the picturesque early spring scenery, unconsciously, the seeds of language seem to be buried in my heart, sprout, bloom.

After that, I fell in love with the language, the "language flowers" that made me forget to return, the beautiful poems of "wet apricot blossom rain, blowing the face and not chilling willow wind", and I also loved prose and so on.

In my heart, language is like the spring scene depicted by Zhu Ziqing, lovely, beautiful, colorful, and hearty. Since then, I have detached myself from my original evaluation of language as dull and boring, like chewing wax.

Every time I read a language, I get involved in the world the author describes, use my imagination, and the language is like a good friend to me.

Every time I read the language, it is like reading a vivid and lively story, which has a variety of lovely protagonists, and when I encounter difficult passages, I chew it repeatedly, and slowly comprehend the essence of it, and the difficult topics are also made.

Sometimes, if you encounter a problem that you can't really solve, it seems to be a happy thing to ask a teacher.

Especially after reading the article, it is inevitable to carefully comprehend the truth and give the soul a shock.

Language seems to have taught me the truth between being a person, dealing with things, and dealing with people.

Chinese is like a gentle and beautiful teacher, with a mellow voice, soft and charming, whispering incisive good articles, slowly, the love for language is spontaneous, and it also makes me understand the fun of language.

Reading comprehension and composition are related in language. Often the reading questions are not good, and the writing will not be good.

Texts in Chinese learning are like examples of mathematics, which are solved by formulas and theorems to learn and consolidate. Chinese is a series of texts and classic texts that allow students to learn how to use some techniques and skills, learn the conception of various articles, understand the author's writing ideas, and look at the author's psychological process.

From the accumulation of basic knowledge to the writing of good essays, it is by no means possible to complete the language overnight. It requires the accumulation of regular class time and extracurricular reading. Language learning can also enhance your personal knowledge and social experience.

I read with my parents.

Books are the kaleidoscope of colorful life, and books are the epitome of the world. Books are like a kind and wise old man, constantly enlightening us and teaching us how to behave. It is like a sincere friend, communicating with us face-to-face, inspiring and motivating us, making us surge up the vision of a better life and have the courage to pursue it! As the great writer Gorky said:

Books are the ladder of human progress. "Books are not only a ladder for people to acquire knowledge, but also a ladder for people to come together. By reading books, people can exchange each other's perspectives and thus reach a common understanding.

Now, my parents and I often read a good book or article together. After reading it, we always talk about our thoughts and feelings. By analysing books from different perspectives, my parents and I can get to know each other better.

While I understand them, they also know what I feel.

As I got older, the pressure of studying increased, and at the end of the day, I often felt very tired. I wanted to watch a ball game in the evening to relax, but every time I was ruthlessly pushed back to my room by my parents. Therefore, it is often inevitable that there will be a family turmoil.

I knew that my parents were doing so much for my sake, but I didn't want to relax and I wouldn't give up, which made me in a dilemma. Seeing that I was about to enter the third year of junior high school, I became more and more anxious. That's when a book helped me get out of my predicament.

By accident, my parents and I found a book called "Don't Worry Children" at the same time. The book tells the poignant story of a boy who goes from babbling to entering Harvard. I was pleasantly surprised to find:

The story of Harry, the protagonist of the book, is surprisingly similar to mine. Harry also had a conflict with his family over his studies and ran away from home for two weeks. During these two weeks, Harry traveled to many places, experiencing the hardships of the working people at the bottom of society from the perspective of an observer, and at the same time being moved by their strong intellectual curiosity.

When he returns home to start over, his frustrated parents realize their mistake, and the three get back together. After that, Harry's parents no longer restrained Harry too harshly, and Harry worked very hard, and finally achieved his great future - Harvard.

After reading the whole book, I breathed a long sigh of relief and joy in my heart. If Harry's story is so wonderful, why don't I borrow it? Just as I was about to reveal my opinion to my parents, I was pleasantly surprised to find that they were also preparing to find me.

In that moment, our eyes intertwined, and everything became clear, and without further words, we immediately understood each other. At this point, the anxiety in my heart was also wiped out.

After this incident, I deeply realized that in fact, what parents and children really need is interaction and understanding. There are many ways to interact with each other, and reading a good book together is a good way to do it.

It is like a bridge that binds the hearts of two generations, it is like a mountain that separates misunderstandings, it is like a beacon that guides us to ......

Guangdong Yangjiang Roll: I fly with colorful butterflies.

The years are so merciless! Let me drum my wings and compose the swan song of life with the ordinary!

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It should be spring, and the grass spreads to the horizon like spring. On that sunny afternoon, I woke up alone.

Yes! There was darkness before my eyes. What is it? Imprisoning my body? Loneliness is like a ruthless song, pervasive, hitting my young heart, at this moment, everything is quiet.

However, when I think of the magnificence of the break, I no longer complain. Yes, I am a butterfly, I firmly believe that I have a pair of gorgeous and colorful wings, I can wear flowers and forests, and I can engrave my eternal dance in the vast sky!

I seemed to be impatient, "O wind, come harder, let me shine the world with a beautiful dance!" "My heart is already running with blood!

Lonely. In the early morning, when the dawn had just broken in the east, a bright light fell on my immature body, which made me excited. Yes, I have said goodbye to the night, and I have ushered in the dawn, and I firmly believe that it will be an infinitely beautiful morning.

So, I stepped on the warm sun, and walked through the misty flowers with my graceful figure, proudly enjoying the gifts of nature, until a purple jasmine said disdainfully: "Hey, how is it a moth?" ”

What the?! Am I a moth? "I rubbed my sleepy eyes, and the ugly wings that were suffocating enough were so pitiful in the sun! So, I went crazy!

Flying. I landed weakly on a dead branch, staring blankly at the flowers that did not belong to me, watching those proud colorful butterflies reveling like the wind, and my heart was full of sorrow.

Suddenly, as if by chance, a withered yellow leaf fell beside me, and it said, "Child, don't envy the brilliance of others, don't you also have a pair of wings that can fly?" Yes!

Yes, I also have a pair of strong wings, don't I also desire to fly? So, I avoided all contempt, flared my wings, and flew as best I could towards the scorching sun, and I wanted to fly with the butterflies!

Who says there is no singing in a dark day? Even if I can't face the poignancy of reality, I have to use the ordinary to compose the swan song of life!