Fight, make me beautiful once essay?

Spring is approaching, and the flowers in the garden are competing for who is the most beautiful, and I wonder: do I have the courage and perseverance to fight for a time and find back the beauty of the past? The breeze came with the fragrance of the flowers that were blooming, and I looked at the students next to me who were walking on the red pedal one by one, and showed their achievements to the students with relish.

I think they must have put a lot of effort into it the night before. How much I want to be like them, and go up and compete with them! But the calendar in front of the desk had already turned a page, and the hour and minute hands were also "walking" mercilessly, and the tables were full of scrolls flying, finding the math paper full of geometry.

Look—no. Toss aside. However, I am not reconciled, I have to fight once, even if the result will not change, I will try once.

The garden is trying to bloom beautifully for the favor of spring, and I want to try it for my youth, and be beautiful once. So, I picked up the math paper, spread it on the table, and prepared a pencil and a small ruler. Pick up the pen and start from the beginning, point underneath with the pen, and point word by word.

When you see the letters, go back to the diagram and mark the conditions on which they are mentioned. After reading it, sketch it in the picture. The wind needle has returned to the original point, the conditions have long been memorized, and the picture has left a deep imprint in my heart, but the conclusion I want is not at all.

I am so tired. "No, you can't give up, fight for your own beauty, and let the fatigue go with time! "I cheered myself up in my heart.

I picked up my pen and read the title carefully, and finally there was another condition hidden behind it. Suddenly, there were bursts of applause in my ears, time seemed to be frozen forever at that moment, and it seemed to be pitch black all around, and I was the only one who was shining and blooming beautifully. The result was only a slight change - only half of the geometry volume was made.

However, I don't regret changing half of the math paper in one night, I finally fought for myself once, and I believe that this time will definitely make me more beautiful. The flowers have won the beauty of spring for themselves with one bloom. The clock in front of the table also stopped forever at that moment, and I used my bravery and perseverance to make me beautiful once, and this beauty will always be stored in the clock that does not stay.

Struggle is the law of survival in nature. The biologist Gauss once did such an experiment: look at the thick old branches of the beautiful flowers of the paramecium with two small nucleus, and say with a smile: "Look how beautiful and dazzling I am!"

Everyone's life path is always indispensable to the bright spring and warm sun. If you want to ask which ray of sunshine shines the most? Some say it's excellent academic performance, some say it's rich material ......And I think that the brightest sunshine is love.

It was an evening during my hospital stay, it was cold and it was snowing heavily. My dad came to bring me food after work, but I wanted to eat dumplings. Without saying a word, he put down the food he had brought at home, braved the bitter wind, braved the goose feathers and snow flying in the sky, and went out to buy dumplings for me.

It was dark, the wind was stronger, and the snow was heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father said as he walked, "I'm hungry!"

Looking at my father's kind face and touching my father's hands that were red from cold, I was moved to tears. "Daddy, Daddy......I said to myself over and over again, "You're really my good father!" "Winter is cold, but everything my father does is like sunshine, warming my sick body; It is like a warm current, melting into my sorrowful heart; Dad's care supported my belief in overcoming the disease, and after more than a month, I was discharged from the hospital.

I will never forget the love my parents gave me, the pampering and care they gave me. What can I do for them? I often ask myself this question.

Even if it's for them to hang my shoulders, wash the dishes, sing a song to them, go shopping with them, take a walk, I feel comforted in my heart. Learning to be grateful, learning to repay, I seem to have grown up all of a sudden: I study hard and don't let them worry about me; I rushed to wash the dishes and pick up the vegetables so that they could rest a little longer; I often hum a little song to fill the family with laughter ......I do my best to give my parents the most memorable moments, to make them happy, to make them proud, I love my parents, and children all over the world love their parents.

Love is a kind of feeling, but also a sentiment. The love of my parents made me realize the surge of family affection, the warmth of family and the colorfulness of life. Life is full of love.

The love of teachers for students, the love between friends, and the love of the motherland for us ......In this world, we enjoy being loved, and we should learn to love. It's love that makes my life more beautiful. Let's work together to create a beautiful space of love!

Love is a brilliant rainbow in life.

In the early morning, I opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and looked at the leaves on the big tree, where there were still drops of dew, which were shining in the morning sun, and from a distance, like a firefly lamp, I thought to myself, it had the best memories; When the breeze blows into my heart, think about it, and the liquid has the best memories with it; When I thought of this, I couldn't help but look up and see the eagle flying freely in the sky, but I thought that it also had the best memories, and unconsciously, I touched my heart with my hand and asked myself if I had the best memories ......In the morning, the sky is so beautiful, like spotless blue crystal, polished brightly, as if it can illuminate its own shadow, the withered leaves on the trees, have long since fallen, the yellow clear road, occasionally, I can still hear the happy singing, then the sign of my happiness, a lonely road, for me is alive, because that day - I will return to my campus. That place reminds me of the horn of joy, thinking, thinking, my face with a knowing smile. When I got to the staircase of the classroom and turned around, I was excited by that familiar feeling, yes, that's what it felt like to be happy, ...... learningTogether, these feelings lighten my steps.

Entering the classroom, I saw the people coming and going in the classroom, all of them were teachers and classmates I was familiar with, but the most familiar figure for me did not appear for a long time, a trace of doubt appeared in front of my eyes, when I was ready to ask for an understanding, I felt that the pace was not so light, and when I walked, I came back to my senses and asked the teacher: Teacher Luo went there, this time, let my hope be dashed, turned into a bubble to eliminate hunger and seep in my sight, - Teacher Luo is gone! These big words kept spinning in my head, and all that appeared was you.

It was you who helped me, it was you who educated me, and you made me learn the real life, I thank you very much, but I didn't think that I wanted to say: "Thank you" has no chance, at this moment I understand: I can't express my emotion in gorgeous words, but in my life, meeting you is a turning point in my life, in my memory can not forget your figure, you will always be the person I respect the most.

Before I knew it, I was back home, and I didn't know it, but I walked out of the classroom like this, and when I got home, I sat at my desk and thought: You have forgotten our lovely fifth grade 4 now, are you feeling the same way as we are? I can't bear to give us, Mr. Luo, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I can't put it into words, but our fifth grade class will remember you. Thinking, thinking, I cried, tears flowed out ......Dear Teacher Luo, today, I know that now, my most beautiful memory is that you helped me and educated me ,......Mr. Luo, being with you is my most beautiful memory. Rotten spine.

Elementary school is like a beautiful dream, taking us through many days, more than 2,000 days of bullets are waving our fingers. How much joy, how much wind and rain, how much touching, how many tears are intertwined together, looking back, as if I saw their innocent and lovely smiles again, I am glad to have met a lot of good friends in elementary school, because with their company, it has brought me countless laughter and happiness. They were like happy angels sent to me by God to make my life so happy, joyful, and add a brilliant touch to my childhood.

Looking back on these days like coffee, like spirits, like sweet juices, ......In the past six years, we have grown up in a warm cradle, the primary school is like a warm family, the teachers are parents, and we are happy little angels. They make me laugh when I'm sad, and they make me happy when I'm sad! Writing about the past, everything is like yesterday, six years of elementary school life, endless ups and downs.

When I was still a childish child, I confidently walked into the school gate with my schoolbag on my back and started an unusual life. Now I am an excellent Young Pioneer. From not knowing each other when they first entered school, to gradually walking together, until they talked about everything.

The friendship between classmates is like honey in the mouth, sweet into the psychology little by little. We read and write together, and we talked a lot. We played basketball together, played soccer, and ran all over the court.

Happy, everyone shares difficulties and takes responsibility together. That's what happiness is! Really, elementary school life is sweet.

When I entered the fifth grade, I met a good teacher, Mr. Ran, who taught carefully in the classroom and became our big friends outside of class. Looking at these ** at graduation, I was silent a lot, and I thought a lot, a lot for a long time. Think about the past, think about the present, think about the future, "before" and "now" I know very well, but the "future" is still an unknown ......I will definitely cherish the memories of the past six years forever in my heart, and I will always treasure ...... in my heart

Happiness itself is a virtue, a practice of life, not a reward for pursuit, because happiness itself is a subjective experience, and when we are not able to bear the facts of what is happening in life, we begin to run away, look for alternatives, or treat ourselves and others in a critical way. It is impossible to invest in life without commitment, and the consequence of this alienation is that a person loses happiness because of emptiness. If there is no commitment, there will be no challenge, and the spiritual life will gradually be depressed, and of course, the happiness will be lost.

The answer to all this is: don't be picky in life, don't force perfection, people are always picky for the sake of perfection, and they are unhappy because of pickiness, so asking for perfection in life is a shortcoming, not a virtue, in fact, the pursuit of perfection in addition to making you more prone to frustration, frustration and anxiety, does not make things better, sometimes it makes you lose the courage to work forward. I'm beautiful because I'm happy, and I'm happy because I yearn for beauty.

What is self-confidence? It is a person who has self-esteem, does not feel inferior, and is not arrogant. People like that are beautiful.

Before I went to kindergarten, I was brave enough to be home alone, or rent a bureau to go to someone else's house and play outside for a while. I could hear my very happy laughter every day, and I didn't understand anything at that time, I was happy.

When I went to kindergarten, the teachers and classmates were okay, but there were a few naughty and annoying. When I was in kindergarten, I had a quarrel with one of us because of a toy, I was very angry, so I pushed him, at that time I was very weak, the little boy just took a few steps back, but he shouted to the teacher, saying that I pushed him and injured his leg, or something. So the teacher told me to be careful, don't push him, it's terrible.

After that time, I was afraid of being scolded by the teacher again, so I became silent, and I rarely talked to the teacher, and I and the children in the same class did not dare to speak, for fear that they would sue the teacher if they said something wrong. So, at that time, I rarely spoke, I felt that I couldn't do it, I was incapable, and I was a timid girl with low self-esteem who was afraid of teachers.

When I was in elementary school, I met three homeroom teachers, and they were all good to me, but I didn't dare to raise my hand in class, and occasionally the teacher called me a question, and I spoke cautiously, for fear that something would go wrong, and the teacher would scold me and my classmates would laugh at me. But at that time, I had one or two friends after class, and I often played and studied together. At that time, I was a girl with a little low self-esteem.

When I was in junior high school, I still didn't change my bad problem, so my mother said, "It's not a big deal, don't be afraid." "But it doesn't work for me at all.

After a while, our "Thoughts and Virtues" class learned a lesson about low self-esteem, self-confidence, and arrogance. Low self-esteem is a person who feels that he is not good; Self-confidence is a person who feels that he can do it; Arrogance is the person who thinks he is the best. So, I thought I wouldn't be arrogant.

So I made up my mind to be a confident person, not a person with low self-esteem and self-defeating. I firmly believe that I will succeed, and now I am half an optimistic person, as long as I raise my hand in class, I am 100% optimistic and confident.