I have a happy family. Although life is ordinary, this family has become happy because of me, my parents. My father's skin is black and I'm not very white. I once again asked my father, "Why am I so dark?" Dad smiled and said, "Because you grew up eating my milk." I thought it was true. My father often makes me happy, and so does my mother. My mother said I was her little cotton-padded jacket, and my father quickly said I was his happy down jacket. This is my happy home. Whenever I think of it, my heart is warm.
I have a happy class group-Class Four (*). The students help each other and unite as one. I still remember Qi Xin's joint efforts in tug-of-war. At the beginning of the competition, each of us silently counted "1 2 hard work" into our joint efforts, and finally we won the first place. Everyone cheered and hugged happily. Really happy.
I have many good friends. Whenever I am sick, they will call me and send me words of blessing, which makes me very moved and happy. I also have many kind teachers, who not only satisfy my thirst for knowledge with selfless dedication, but also light our ideal torch with their youth.
Happiness is when your parents give you a cup of tea and your teacher gives you a favorable look. Happiness is that you give others a cheer, and you tolerate others. These pleasures in life moisten my growth.
Someone once expressed his feelings like this: "Literature is a dream that flies farther than birds, a feeling that is more beautiful than flowers, and a wisdom that is brighter than stars. It is a belief that we 100 will never forget. " I like literary works since I was a child, and I have a special liking for China's ancient poems since I entered the Museum of Chinese Studies.
I still remember three years ago, on a sunny day, my mother took my hand and walked into the Museum of Chinese Studies with great expectation. I fell in love with it as soon as the first class was over. When I got home, I was still wanting more. I'm still thinking about the wonderful explanation given by the teacher in class just now, and I'm still reading "China Ancient Poetry Reader". Now, in our reading aloud and teacher Zhang's persuasive teaching, more than a thousand days and nights have passed quietly.
Now, reciting China's ancient poems has become a great pleasure in my life, from which I deeply appreciate the immortal value of China's ancient poems. Its eternal noun phrases have purified the hearts of generations. I can't forget Confucius' wise and profound thoughts and those simple and meaningful famous sentences, which make me feel better. "A scoop of food, a scoop of drink, in the mean lane, people can't bear to worry, and they won't change their fun when they go back." Eating a humble meal and sleeping in a humble bed, and being so virtuous and talented, can be described as a "sage"! "In a threesome, there must be a teacher, choose the good and follow it, and change it." A cultural giant like Confucius can be so humble. And I haven't made any progress in my studies.
What a shame to be complacent! "The color is difficult, something is strange, and the younger brother-son has both work and food and wine, and the husband is embarrassed. Do you think it is filial piety? " After studying this chapter in the Analects of Confucius, I was deeply touched. After returning home, in order to be "filial" in words and deeds, I specially wrote a filial piety book and posted it on the wall of my room to remind myself to dissect myself strictly and improve constantly.
I like Li Qingzhao's fresh show. "Whether you know it or not, it should be green, fat, red and thin." "How did you get a sad word this time?" I like Yue Fei's majestic gesture of "Don't wait for leisure, the teenager's head is white and he feels sad", and I like Li Bai's "God-given talent, let it be used! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " . I am deeply impressed by the spiritual richness of Mr. Song Lian, the author of Preface to seeing Ma Sheng off to Yang. Yesterday's songs, today's songs and tomorrow's songs have benefited me even more. ...
At the beginning of 2008, Gao Bing Class of Ancient Poetry in Huaxia National Studies Museum once again successfully held the "China Ancient Poetry Reader" recitation competition. I finally got my wish, and stood in the ranks of golden boy (book recitation 100%), breaking through the boundary of continuous multi-episode silver boy (book recitation 80%). My heart is full of "courtesy" and "pride"!
Read eternal beauty and be a young gentleman. I am glad that I entered the "Huaxia Guoxue Museum" in the "most plastic era". I'm glad I've read China's Ancient Poetry Reader from episode to episode. I am glad that I can learn from Mr. Zhang, who loves the cause of Chinese studies, and let myself have high-spirited youth.
China's ancient poetry reader-my favorite! It was you who released my dream and inspired my thinking. Developed my wisdom; It is you who make my growth path full of sunshine; It's also you who gave me the rain and dew that moistens my soul!
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