Essay on the topic of reading comprehension for middle school students, essay on the topic of readin

There is always a starting point in life. Keep running, keep surpassing, in order to achieve success.

Perhaps, you don't have confidence in your studies and life, but that's not important. Let's take a look at the hour hand, every second of each one, constantly turning, without stopping, until the battery runs out. The human heart is the same, beating non-stop, without regrets, until the moment of the end of life.

Isn't life the same? If you are not self-motivated, do not compete with others, and stop at the starting line, then you will be discriminated against, right? Don't be afraid that you can't outrun others.

If you don't run, you'll never overtake others; Give it a try, and it might work.

Falling, that's an indispensable factor for running. If you hadn't fallen, would you still be so humble? If you fall, you will get up from.

A person's life cannot be smooth sailing, and no matter how strong and capable the elite is, it will fail; No matter how tall and strong a ship is, it will be knocked down by wind and waves. This is a commonplace on the road of life, and it can never be escaped.

A pair of immature sales leads a pair of rough but powerful big hands. These hands have done many things for you: holding you when you can't run, and holding you when you fall.

You grow up slowly with it. But now it's different, what you need is courage, strength and wisdom to gradually learn to attack alone. Is that the dark horse that stands out from the crowd bell are you?

On the road to growth, has the former figure become vigorous? Whether to become strong or not.

The horizon is still so vast and so far away. The sunset only showed half of its face. Step by step, you run forward.

Like the emerald green of spring, read it.

The gaze of parents, like the heat of summer, understands the persistence of parents, such as the glory of autumn, understands the greatness of parents, such as the severe cold of winter, and understands the strictness of parents.

Parents, the words and realities we have to deal with for half of our lives, are constantly giving us meticulous care when we need it. When we are sick, they are the only ones who give us a medicine, and when we are tired, they are the only ones who bring us a cup of tea; When we are sleepy, they are the only ones who send us a warm quilt, and when we are lonely, they are the only ones who send us a warm home.

In the months since I was born, it seems that I have indeed spent my time in the safe arms of my parents, and I have grown up under the care of my parents when I entered my childhood. When you enter a teenager, you grow up with the praise and encouragement of your parents, and when you enter a youth, you have all come to the present under the influence of your parents. I remember that when my childhood was not gone, my parents always cared for me, the left hand that helped me learn to walk, the mouth that taught me to speak, the lips that laughed with me, the right hand that held me when I learned to ride a bicycle, the foot that picked me up from school every day and sent me to school, and the face that I could never forget forever, now, can I read?

Parents are two teachers, the romance and experience of history, the beauty and pain of reality, the vastness and blue sky of the world, the ordinary and wonderful life, the colorful and insightful legends, all of which are handed over to us by these two omniscient professors.

Parents are a kind of warmth, whether you are a people's policeman or a world champion, whether you are a legend or obscurity, whether you are a gathering of knowledge or an abandonment of knowledge. Only your parents will be by your side, whether it is thousands of miles or thousands of miles.

To understand parents is to read history, to read the fire of the wisdom of the Banpo people and the Hemudu people covered with spider webs, and the murals on the rock wall of the Altamira Cave.

To understand your parents is to understand the legends, to understand Houyi Chang'e, the Cowherd, the Weaver Girl, the Jade Emperor, the Wukong Walker, and the Fuxi Nuwa Pangu to praise the father and celebrities through the ages.

To understand your parents is to understand literature, to understand Tang poems, Song poems, Yuan songs, and Ming Dynasty, until the earth-shattering Journey to the West, the Three Kingdoms with ever-changing military conditions, the Water Margin of one hundred and eight heroes, and the Red Mansion with thousands of years of love poems.

To understand parents is to understand benevolence, righteousness and love, to understand the vast sea returning birds, the Great Wall of China Meng Jiangnu, and the joy of the world Fan Zhongyan. Li Shimin, who loves the people like a son, is a saint who spreads benevolence and Confucius for thousands of miles, and understands the benevolence and righteousness of his friends in the Boyazi period, and the loyalty of Guan Yuyunchang. Cong Fei's journey of love, washing the sea of stars and one heart for the country.

To understand parents is to understand the love of parents, only the love of parents can not have two, there is a father and a mother in life, there is only one chance to love parents, the opportunity to understand the love of parents, and the rest can only be found in memories.

Reading about parents, one must be moved by the love of parents and think of loving parents.

But who can really understand parents?

Read fatherly love.

What is Fatherly Love? Father's love is a big umbrella in the pouring rain, a bowl of ginger soup in the cold, father's love is a rough hand, a silent encouragement, and father's love is a ...... of concernMother's love is like water, and father's love is like a mountain.

When I was a child, my father's image in my heart was not beautiful.

I remember when I was a child, I ate at home. Hey, and I ran into the carrot I hated the most. I took a look, but next to the carrot was my favorite sweet potato.

So, I picked out the carrots. Now, it can anger my father. Dad made sure I ate the carrots and shoved them into my mouth with a spoon as he spoke.

I immediately ran into the toilet and threw up the carrot. This move made Dad even angrier. He threw me into the room, put a bowl of mostly carrot rice on the table, turned off the light, and locked me in the room.

I cried in my room, and my dad didn't care about me. I shouted at my mother, but my mother was stopped by my father. Since then, my dad has been brushed off from the second place on the list of "favorite family" and has no name on the list.

The years are unforgiving. Everything changes in an instant. The years have inexorably carved their marks on my father's forehead. My father gradually made the list.

I remember that time, second grade. At the end of the school day, it rained and rained relentlessly. I watched my friends being picked up by their parents one by one, while I could only wait silently in the classroom.

At this time, I saw a somewhat familiar figure, it was Dad. I immediately called out to my dad, who turned around and picked me up. My dad and I stood in the same umbrella and walked slowly.

I asked my dad why it took so long to pick me up? Dad was silent for a moment and said, I don't know which building in the second grade, so I have to look for it one by one. The cold heart trembled a little:

That's moving. Father, there are only two words, but the responsibility goes far beyond these two words.

People say that the sky is the deepest, and the father's love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Perhaps, there is a book in this world that can never be finished, and that is the love of parents. If there is a song dedicated to the Father in this world, then let us sing softly for the unfortunate Father's love in this world:

Let's be quiet, like before, don't say anything, you always know everything! Love is not old!

Father, father's love, I understand it all!

Read yourself.

In my eyes, everyone.

It's all one book. Some people are colorful fairy tale books, and everyone can't put them down; Some are bizarre adventure books, and everyone is envious of their freedom; Some people are very knowledgeable encyclopedias, and everyone admires their solid ......

People often can't understand themselves, for themselves. I only had a vague idea, and I didn't know how to explain it, so I had to write it all down. Let others read themselves.

I'm a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, or rather, I'm a hedgehog all the time. I armed my thorns with indifference to keep myself from being hurt, and the first thing people who approached me was not my smile, but a scar. I would also feel sorry and could only say "I'm sorry" helplessly, but I still couldn't pull the thorn off my body.

I built a line of defense in my mind, and the only few good friends who crossed the line with difficulty stood in my heart. The sun rising in the east and setting in the west could not cause me to grieve, people lamented the passing of life, I ignored everything that was happening before my eyes, and it seemed that my heart was beginning to go numb......

I silently bear the evaluation of others, and neither good nor bad can provoke me to resist. More often than not, I am silently mending my own wounds, wounds that have been deeply hurt by others, wounds that hurt my soul. A friend who was by my side sighed in front of me more than once; "Why can't you always make friends with strangers?

Or even your own classmates? I listened in silence, actually, I wanted to say: I don't understand.

I feel that I am a very strange person, and my appearance can be so cold. The inner world is so colorful. My mind often pops up with novel sentences, and more often than not, I like to string them together into an article and look at it silly, as if time has stood still in this moment.

In my spare time, I think of strange things by myself, and when I am in a good mood, I write them down, and even though I burn them when I am in a bad mood, they still pop up in a steady stream, as if I know that I will be lonely......

What kind of book am I?

Each of us has a back garden in our hearts, when we feel troubled or confused, open the back garden, inside the spring is bright, the clouds are flowing and the water is flowing, there is a free bridge inside, flowing the spring of forgetfulness, and flying birds of paradise. Step inside and let your mind ...... fly— Inscription.

In the early morning, wrapped in a cramped bus, I shuttled through the siege in the twilight. Whether it's cold or rainy, I've walked alone on this street countless times, and I don't know why I feel so heavy this time, as if I'm walking in iron shoes in a wide magnetic field, and I can't move an inch.

Probably influenced by the incident in the morning! Knowing that I was considered to be firmly seated in the throne, I was squeezed out of the English tutoring class, and suddenly like five thunderbolts, the glory suddenly left me, and my heart seemed to have entered the woods in the deep autumn season. I'm like the one picking up fallen leaves, and I'm smiling wryly and missing the green that has passed.

I walked weakly, the road seemed to be extraordinarily long, and suddenly, a ray of sunlight stung my eyes strongly, what a beautiful sight! The sun struggles to escape the shackles of the horizon, and it is a character that does not want to admit defeat! Under the shadow of clouds, the sun's rays fade away, and in its place are only frightening shadows.

Is the sun still unable to defeat the boundless forces of darkness? However, I thought wrong, a ray of light was shown again, it desperately fulfilled that persistence, "the emperor lives up to his heart", the sun is sprinkled to every corner, and the clouds succumb!

I suddenly realized that my situation was so similar to this scene. It turned out that he was just a young man who didn't know him. There was a young man who often complained that his talents could not be used, and the philosopher told him:

Can you pick up that grain of sand in the ground? "Of course it can't be! The young man said disdainfully.

If there's a pearl in the ground, are you still worried about not being able to pick it up? "Young people understand: try to be a pearl!

This is who you are, who you really are. I have the resentment of "the road is like a blue sky, I can't go out alone", but I still face life with the confidence of "there will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea", do I get some insights from it?

I'm so thankful that time I went into my back garden and read and asked myself the answer.

The same me, with the changing sun, moon and stars on my head, running under my feet and walking non-stop, with my own special perception, bravely chasing ...... on the road that belongs to me

Time flies by, and it's been ten years since the snap of a finger.

Today, I grew up in a society that is different from the outside, and I don't know that behind the warmth and coldness of human feelings is a naïve and weak heart full of curiosity about the world. People, who are too simple, are easy to be deceived, yes, and have to pay some heavy price! That's the condition.

It's not fair? Oh, this world is inherently unfair!

I think I'm confused and can't tell the direction, otherwise I wouldn't have ruined my future because I was greedy for momentary enjoyment. No one is willing to fall on their own, but they really can't bear the pressure of this society, they don't want to be oppressed anymore, and no one knows that the other side of the cliff will also be a happy world!

However, the swamp only sank deeper and deeper, and the inner struggle, the condemnation of my conscience, even though I was back to that starting point in life. Looking at the distant backs of people, I can't help but sigh for those wasted times! In order to cherish my current life even more, I try my best to keep up with the footsteps of those speeding by, and try my best to forget the gray diary that once was.