In the third grade, you must have the same indomitable tenacity as a stupid old man. By the third day, we will no longer deceive ourselves with the lie that we will start working hard tomorrow. By the third day, we will no longer be afraid of the failure of those exams and the disappointment of life; But to prove yourself with practical actions. On the third day, we will move from the clouds of fantasy to the solid earth; In the third grade, we will use the gift given by God to make use of it! S confidence and perseverance to express the glory of next year's senior high school entrance examination.
The third grade is a year full of hope, and it is the best time to enjoy hard work and struggle for life. People often say: How many beats can life have? When to fight at this time and when not to fight; In other words, we must seize the opportunity to work hard. Success lies in hard work, what to strive for? Fight for efficiency, and efficiency will lead to success; Spelling mentality, a happy mentality can activate the brain's thinking; Fighting will, tenacious perseverance and not afraid of any failure; Fighting for potential, everyone will often be shocked by their great progress and great potential in the third grade. We are in the flower season. How many flower seasons and rainy seasons can there be in life? In this poetic flower season and rainy season, we should know how to cherish, and we should know how to struggle and struggle. Because youth is our capital, success is our pursuit, and struggle is not only our declaration, but also our courage.
Of course, good academic performance can only be achieved with good learning methods. In the process of learning, we should pay attention to the following principles. Three learning points: first, read more books and pay attention to the foundation; Second, think more and pay attention to understanding; Third, repeat more, review the old and learn the new. Three learning principles: first, the principle of consciousness; Second, the principle of initiative; Third, the principle of independence; ;
Three learning skills: first, learn to read quickly; Second, learn to write quickly; Third, learn to take notes.
Students, let's work together! Let us embrace the future with enthusiasm, write life with youth, and prove the value of existence with actions!
The years are ruthless, and the black hair in my memory has become mottled now, but my still kind and kind face has already been covered with wrinkles of different shades, and the once great figure in my memory has gradually become rickety. But even if everything in the past is gone, her love and concern for me have always been there, and she will always be the person I respect most.
She, my grandmother, a typical peasant woman, can be a little stubborn sometimes, but I know her stubbornness is for my own good.
I remember hearing from my parents that I was fostered by my parents at my grandmother's house when I was a child. It can be said that I was raised by my grandparents. At that time, my grandfather was in poor health and could hardly take care of himself. My grandmother took care of him, and my arrival also added a lot of burden to my grandmother. But grandma works hard, carrying everything by herself, so that her parents can work with peace of mind.
At that time, I couldn't walk. My grandmother wrapped me in that kind of bed sheet embroidered with rich peony patterns every day, and then put it on her back with a flick. Every time she was made to laugh, grandma began a busy day: washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, and, by the way, doing farm work in the fields. Grandma has endless things to do every day. She is busy every day and never stops. Grandma takes care of the fields at home during the day and takes care of me and my grandfather who is lingering on his sickbed at night. I heard from adults that I was noisy when I was a child. Grandma cries as soon as she lies down at night, so that sometimes she can only sit and sleep with me for one night. Whenever adults joke about these things when I was a child, I always feel sour in my heart. I am not used to telling my grandmother how much I love her and thanking her, because no amount of words can express my respect and love for her. I will remember my grandmother's kindness and dedication to me all my life. She is the most respected person in my heart.
In this way, my grandmother took me from a toddler to a big boy who can go to school with a small bag on his back. It was also because of school that my parents went back to their hometown to work, and I was taken home by my parents. At that time, my grandfather died of illness. Looking back now, how my grandmother lived alone in an empty house. The farther away from my grandmother now, I only call her every weekend to say hello. Every time I hear her happy and deliberately depressed voice on the phone, I feel more guilty.
Every summer vacation is my happiest day, because I don't have to get up early every day to go to school, and because I don't have to be stared at by my mother every day to do my homework. And because it's summer vacation, it means I can go to my grandmother's house.
My life with grandma is so happy and full. My school has taught me a lot of scientific knowledge, and my grandmother has taught me a lot of life knowledge. I know many dish names, and I also know some pickles, such as salted rice amaranth. I saw grandma cut a lot of plants, and the stems and leaves were covered with thorns. I wanted to learn from grandma on a whim. But only for a short time, either the hand was stabbed or the foot was stabbed. I had a hard time pruning a small root. Looking at that pile of rice amaranth on the mountain, I always feel incredible. How can grandma eat all this? Until the evening, I saw a pile of trimmed rice amaranth with my own eyes, and I had to admire my grandmother's good perseverance. All day, grandma bent down to trim these. I'm curious to ask why you need so much. Grandma said, because you love to eat! Yes, we love eating, so grandma can repeat such boring things all day, and this is only a small part of pickling, from planting to pruning to pickling. My nose suddenly sour, I silently said, thank you grandma!
Grandma is old, her eyes are not very good, and her back is bent. Every year, she makes all kinds of shoes for us by hand. Every time I see my grandmother wearing reading glasses to thread the needle so hard, I always advise her not to work so hard, but she always says that what she makes is comfortable, economical and fit.
Grandma is also a fashionable old lady with a strong sense of fitness. She insists on running in the morning and dancing in the square at night every morning. In her spare time, she will play cards with her grandparents next door. In my impression, my grandmother is a very honest old lady in the countryside. Looking at these changes in my grandmother, I can't help but gape. Grandma smiled and said that exercise is to make the body healthier, and entertainment is to enrich life. Find yourself something to do, and life will be better. So, you can rest assured. Yes, don't worry, everything grandma does is for us.
Time, please slow down, then slow down, please don't add wrinkles to grandma's forehead, and don't add frost to grandma's sideburns. Grandma is a unique existence in my life and the most respected person in my heart forever!
I have never been to the Alps, but I have always known that there is a avenue in the Alps valley. The scenery on both sides is beautiful, and a placard stands at the intersection: "Take your time, enjoy it slowly!" I mentioned it here, and I think it coincides with yesterday's situation. There is an old saying here: "three generations can't repair the roots of the city corner." It's all right now. Those city dwellers who have been repaired for generations are looking forward to the opportunity to sneak out of the city every day and enjoy the natural scenery of Shili Baxiang. We count.
We took a bus to Fanglugang, and then led to the thousand acres of cherry blossom garden in Shangruan. However, when we arrived in the transit town, it was nearly lunchtime and there was no bus. Only a row of unmanned electric "yellow croaker" is basking in the spring, and the leisurely face is radiant with a few subtle taunts. "Let's go! Let's walk slowly and enjoy the scenery on both sides! " . This is the only way to the cherry blossom garden. On both sides of the road are Shu Hai, a farmland rape flower, a radish flower, a chicken claw maple, a piece of Ligustrum lucidum, a sloping tea tree .........., an occasional Wangqing Lake, a winding township road, a family and a stone bridge. In the meantime, yes.
Have you ever seen white radish flowers? It also has another nickname called "Flower at dusk", which means that in broad daylight, if there is no fragrance, it will be full of fragrance at dusk. It is snow-white or light purple, with delicate clusters of flowers, giving people the feeling of elegance without being disturbed, but it only belongs to the countryside. It may be the flower of a clumsy radish, or it may be the flower of a flowery radish. I watched it bloom year after year, smelling a few wisps of pure fragrance. In my view, it has always been a handful of radish flowers on the ground, which were collected by farmers.
However, just yesterday, this kind of flower completely fell below my horizon, and I couldn't help shouting "Ah, so many radish flowers!" " "Originally can also spread a flower field. In the north of Huatian, there is a winding rural road leading to a family. Daiwa, a small building with white walls, accompanied by a Wang Qinghu and several ducks. What kind of family is that? In this quiet and casual silence! I turned my head and just looked at an elder sister riding a tricycle. She has black skin, ear-high short hair, beautiful eyes and a shallow smile. She seems to be saying to herself, "This radish is beautiful when it blooms!" I nodded quickly, fearing that it would be late, and this wonderful moment would fly around.
After walking some distance, I caught a glimpse of an old stone bridge with grass on the right. I stood on the new bridge and looked at the blue waves on it. The word "Friendship Bridge" is vaguely engraved beside the bridge. I don't know whether this bridge is named after a story of "Li Bai sent Wang Lun", but I can guess that no matter how fragrant it used to be, it is now in the state of herbal tea.
Not far away, I met a large radish field, which was more spectacular than before. Where there are radish flowers, there are people. On the south slope of Huatian, there is a tall white-walled Yamato building. This flower spirit, like a farmer standing on a highland, throws a large laundry basket to the ground and lets them crawl to the distance cheering and paving the scene in front of them, carelessly. I forgot to tell you that the radish is still fragrant in broad daylight. I deliberately opened the window when I drove by at dusk. The fragrance of flowers wafted with the wind, which was a little strong. It seems that "the flower of dusk" is real.
After stopping and going all the way, tired, they found a cool place to spread out the blanket, took off their new shoes that squeezed their feet, ate, and borrowed wine to push a cup for a change. The three of them were even more presumptuous. They simply fell on the carpet and took a nap and sprinkled it on their glistening faces through the light spots among the leaves. The singing of birds at the top of the tree is even more annoying.
So slowly, we arrived at a thousand acres of cherry blossom garden in a few hours, and we could see that the flowers were already in front of us. Ditches, lakes and the ground are covered with a layer of red flowers. The wind passes through the forest and cherry blossoms are snowing. We each hold a metal selfie stick, like a swordsman holding a long sword, walking alone in a long snowy river and lake. There are only a few days in the late cherry blossom period. When I went to Yanteng Farm that day, it was just beginning to sprout. These flowers were in full bloom last weekend. After four days, it was such a mess. If you miss the flower season, you miss a year. If you miss life, you miss life. However, if the flowers in your heart often bloom, it will be the flower season of your life, not to mention the beautiful scenery along the way.
A long time ago, in a lush virgin forest, there lived a beautiful and proud canary couple. They are very loving. The male canary always goes out early and comes back late every day and works hard. The female canary takes pains to clean the nest, prepare rich food for her husband, and sometimes learn to sew like the magpie sister!
One day, the mother canary suddenly felt a stomachache and all the neighbors came to greet her. Menstruation is proficient in medical skills and eager to feel the canary's pulse. It turns out that the canary is going to be a mother, and the husband who goes out to work is rushing to catch many delicious bugs for his wife. Tell his wife to stop working. Look, the canary will make a good father! Half a month later, with the cry of "Ji Ji", the little golden finch was born. Father canary kissed and kissed, held the baby in his arms and laughed and laughed. That joy in my heart! Since then, the canary family has added a new member.
Many days have passed, and the little golden finch can babble and call it "mom and dad". The hearts of canary parents are sweeter than honey.
Little golden finch is going to grow up, how can it do without nutrition? Therefore, canary parents decided to catch some worms with high nutritional value for their children. Leave the golden finch alone at home.
The little sparrow is singing happily. In the distance, a boy of seven or eight years old came. He is the son of a hunter. He is wearing a rabbit skin hat, a thick coat and a slingshot in his hand. When he saw the golden sparrow, he raised his slingshot and aimed at it. Suddenly, the stone hit the little golden finch's leg and he took it home. After being caged, the parents of canaries who went out to catch insects were deeply saddened. Led by Aunt Owl, they came to the hunter's house. When I found my child in the cage, I was impatient, so I used my sharp beak to peck the metal on those hard cages, but I couldn't peck it open, and my mouth was bleeding. Finally, the desperate father canary used poisonous strawberries to make the little golden canary swallow it bit by bit. Because he firmly believes that it is better to die than to let his children be prisoners.
The next day, the golden canary died, and the proud canary parents lost their lovely children, so they gradually lost weight and stayed away from this vibrant forest.
Alas, the proud canary family was very happy, but it ended in tragedy!
There is a small caterpillar, because it is born uglier than other caterpillars and lonely.
It has thick lips and a big nose, and both nostrils can grow flowers! Two small eyes, narrowed into a crack. It makes people feel extremely ugly. Because of its appearance, all the caterpillars don't like it and don't want to play games with it.
They are playing hide-and-seek by the river. The caterpillar was very envious, so he went up to them and asked, "Can I play with you?" They said, "You ugly bastard, don't come to us. Go away. " The caterpillar is very sad.
Under such circumstances, the caterpillar did not bow its head, but said to itself more bravely: "Caterpillar, you should try your best to be yourself." No one has a smooth life. As long as you face life bravely, everything will pass, and there is nothing on the outside, as long as you have a kind heart at all times. " Everything will be fine. "
Sure enough, a few months later, its ugly caterpillar became a beautiful flower. She is wearing a pink flowered skirt with little wings and long tentacles on her head. How beautiful! Just like a beautiful fairy, she fell from the sky, stunned and intoxicated by the beauty of flowers!
This little caterpillar turned into a butterfly and flew to its original home. Other caterpillars saw it and were so envious that they all scrambled to play with him.
This butterfly was changed from a caterpillar. When it was an ugly caterpillar, it didn't give up life, but worked bravely and finally became a butterfly, which made people envy. Isn't it just like our life? The road of life is steep and long, and only through hardships will you succeed.
No one in the world can succeed casually, just like how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain!
Write down the pen, put down the paper and look out of the window. I don't know when it will get dark. I went downstairs with a heavy schoolbag on my back, turned into a small figure on this busy night, and hurried home. Moonlight reflected shattered leaves all over the floor, and cars roared past on the asphalt road. The cold wind hit the pedestrians on both sides of the road. They bow their heads and shrink their necks, longing for the warmth of home and pacing forward.
Looking back on this busy day, I feel powerless. I feel a little tired after a day's class. I don't even have time for lunch on Tuesday, and I have to run around in various buildings. Once I have a self-study class, I will always improve my efficiency, and I can't sleep in the face of geometry problems that make me sleepy. I am in such a hurry because every day after school, I rush to the canteen to buy a loaf of bread to eat on my way to class. Mathematics, as my weakness for a hundred years, is approaching the final exam, and I have to review old knowledge and preview new knowledge crazily, which leads to the consequences of three math classes after class a week. This is not the most terrible. Because I went to the preparatory class for the grade physics competition, I not only had to brush the questions with senior high school students until 9: 30 every Thursday, but also finished three physics textbooks for senior one by myself before the fourth grade and senior one, so I had to contribute a little bit to the teacher to ask questions. After coming back from that annoying extracurricular class, I can't stop for a moment. I have to finish today's homework as soon as possible, correct my mistakes and preview. Under the orange desk lamp, my hand is dancing like a machine, the pen tip is turning, and the gap in the book has been covered by handwriting. Fighting until late at night, I fell on the bed at the moment I left the pen, unconscious.
Work hard day after day, even if you know that you are not a machine, you will collapse one day, but there is always a force pushing you and forcing you to run towards your goal like this. But sometimes, I'm really tired, really tired and want to stop.
I miss the time before junior high school. In front of Helsinki Cathedral, I stepped on the dusty steps and looked up at the grandeur and elegance of the church from a distance. I bent down and sat down, overlooking the harmonious sunshine shining on the blue sea. Slowly, the sound of the violin lingered in my ears, and a series of quiet notes flowed into my heart. I close my eyes and savor, and my heart becomes clear. Sit on the dark brown mahogany bench beside the flowery windowsill, order a cup of coffee full of flowers, pick up an English novel from Shakespeare's Bookstore, quietly feel the comfort of slow life, and taste the century-old history of Paris.
At that time, in front of the church, there was a lingering voice; The cafe is full of literary atmosphere. I not only realized that in the dazzling world, only by stopping in a hurry, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and returning to the truth, can I really feel the inner joy and relaxation.
Sometimes, I also want to stop and climb to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset rise; I also want to stop, take a leisurely stroll along the busy road and watch the lights come on. In order to achieve my goal, I must run all the way. When can I stop living and think about the world?