Frustration, an inevitable thing that no one wants to encounter, is what everyone is afraid of all his life. But isn't life wonderful because of setbacks?

There is a story about the origin of frustration. Once upon a time, there was an old witch who wanted to make herself beautiful and young by magic. But she failed. She became uglier. Later, she studied hard for two years and finally knew how to use the right magic to make herself young. She has really become young and beautiful, not too much. But she remembered her failure experience and felt unwilling. So in order to get back at the world, she developed a kind of magic, which made everyone fail once before doing something to succeed. In this way, frustration was born.

If this absurd story is true, then I think we should thank the old witch. Because frustration is innocent, but we hate it very much. Tell me a story about my childhood. In the sixth grade of primary school, I won the second place in the speech contest for our class. I am really happy, but this kind of happiness is not the kind after a success, but after the last setback, I stood up again and got a place. So this success made me feel very excited, and let me understand the beauty of setbacks. I understand that if life is not frustrated and life is like a cup of boiled water, then I won't have so many unforgettable experiences and unique feelings.

Sima Qian wrote historical records in prison; Pu Songling, who was poor all his life, created China's famous short story Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in that environment. Persecuted by the dark forces, Lu Xun wrote a well-known Diary of a Madman, as if in panic, shouting … and paralyzed Nikolai ostrovsky and his How Steel was Tempered …

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Reading grew with me.

Books are a treasure house of knowledge, a ladder for human growth, a silent teacher, a loyal friend of human beings and an indispensable part of life.

The book is with my companion every day. When I am in distress, books always appear in front of my eyes for the first time. In my study, as long as there are questions I don't understand, I can find the answers from books.

When I was a child, comic books and story books were always indispensable at my bedside. San Mao in the story is really pitiful. I have been sad for him several times. It was Sanmao who made me understand that our life now is hard-won. Compared with him, we live in a happy paradise and he lives in a terrible hell. We are noble princes and princesses, but he is a grass that nobody wants. Therefore, we should cherish our present life.

I went to school as I grew older. From grade one to now, I have been immersed in the journey of composition encyclopedia, 100,000 whys and four classic novels ... In these books, I understand many questions that I didn't understand before, and 100,000 whys have solved all the mysteries for me, such as: Why is the sea blue? Why is blood red? Wait a minute.

I used to brush over and read. Swallow dates Just look at the content of the picture. Now, after reading it, pay attention to the characteristics and personalities of the characters in the story. Also, I will silently evaluate their good and bad in my mind, and evaluate whether the little author writes well or not, and so on.

I can't stay without books. Books are a part of my life. They can open my eyes and make me happy every day, instead of being a frog in the well. To be a happy lark, books can make me go forward bravely and be a brave swift horse. ...

I look for books every day, let them open its beautiful world and take me to every corner of the world. The book is like a boat carrying me slowly from the starting point to the end. Books are like an airplane, carrying me from a narrow place to the boundless sky. Books are like my shadows. They follow me wherever I go.

When I first started writing a composition, the writing was not good at all, the language was not fluent, and the words were inappropriate. As long as I hear the word "composition", I am as scared as a mouse when I see a cat, but when I am afraid. What appeared in front of me was you, this book. Books, like a teacher's patient words, taught me how to make my composition colorful and how to be tactful and realistic. From then on, I am no longer afraid to write a composition. Whenever I get a little carried away by the teacher's praise, that book, you appear in front of me again and tell me: "Pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress." At this time, my face will turn red. In the future, I will never be proud.

I can't put down the book. Books, books. I love you! Because you have given me infinite strength and knowledge, you are the greatest benefactor in my life!

Books! Thank you! You accompanied me on my voyage!

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Saying goodbye to summer is not easy.

I left gently, just as I came gently, and I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud.

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One day, when I open the old window, when I can't hear the annoying cicadas, when I can't see the lush forest, I will sigh: It's not easy to say goodbye to this summer. ...

Summer is destined to belong to separation. The senior high school entrance examination is in summer, bid farewell to your partner and embark on a new stage of life; The college entrance examination is in summer, bid farewell to high school and embark on a new journey in the future; The "final term" is in summer, bidding farewell to the previous period of study and welcoming new knowledge in the new semester. This summer is destined to be extraordinary. Only by struggling in summer can we reap in autumn, and only by struggling in summer can we bloom in the end of summer. And for this brilliant autumn, for this harvest autumn, we can only try our best to rush forward. Mature in sweat, we will prove with results in autumn that even if it is suffering, even if it is difficult, even if it is not easy to bid farewell to summer, we will not shrink back. And since we have chosen the distance, we only care about hardships!

Maybe it was fate that made us meet the wild chrysanthemum on that rainy night in early summer. In the gloomy tone, it is so weak and so conspicuous yellow. It stands straight, straighter than the willow beside it. It stands proudly, holding its head high in the intense and crazy thunderstorm. It despises all sufferings and sings endlessly in the wind. Every petal is covered with water drops, and some of them fall sadly because they can't bear the heavy load. Even so, it still stands upright, like eternal light in the rain. I bowed my head in front of this wild chrysanthemum, and compared with its standing, I looked so small. And it seems to be just an ordinary plant, and my so-called struggle, compared with its spirit of swaying in the wind and rain but never falling down, I am weak and mentally weak. It knows that only by standing firm in the wind and rain can it bid farewell to this hard-won summer and welcome the harvest autumn. People struggle for the glory of autumn in summer and for a better life in summer! On its upright pole, there is a huge plant that despises all severe summers. It knows that only after all the difficult summers will there be all the brilliant autumn.

I don't want to go into battle lightly, I want to live like a wild chrysanthemum! Saying goodbye to summer is not easy, because it is full of thunderstorms and hardships. Because of this, we should learn from the wild chrysanthemum, because farewell is not the end, but a new beginning!

One day, when I open the old window again, when I can't hear the annoying cicadas, when I can't see the lush forest, and I look at the weather-beaten wild chrysanthemums, I will stand up straight and proudly announce: As long as I struggle, as long as I work hard, there will be no summer that is not easy to say goodbye!

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My father

I have a fickle father. Sometimes, like friends, we are close at hand. Sometimes, just like strangers, they are strangers to each other and far away. His personality characteristics can be completely described by the advertising words of the seven wolves.

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My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me. Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have an impulse to chop him to death with a kitchen knife. When I was beaten, I always wondered if I had anything to do with him.

I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home. He is afraid that sending you will make him even more sad ... "When I heard this, my nose was sour and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me. It turns out that my father is caring for me with a kind of strict love.

The lonely side of a man

One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. My father is much older because of overtime. Often sitting in front of the computer to work overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work and the loneliness of sitting alone in the office, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.

My father is like a wolf. Beneath his strong appearance, there is a gentle heart hidden. He loves me, but he never dotes on me. He loves me in different ways.

My father is like a wolf. He put me in the vast desert and made me suffer from wind and rain, but he always guarded me in the dark and didn't let me lose my way.

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My family grew up with me.

In the process of growing up, everyone will carve an unforgettable family affection, which will be accompanied by a selfless and broad love. I have grown up with confidence, and I am already strong. When I recall this affection again, I still can't let it go for a long time. I remember when I was five years old, the big toe of my right foot began to fester and get sores. My mother often walked to the county town twelve miles away from home to change her medicine. At that time, there was no bicycle at home, and my father worked in other places. I was actually lying on my mother's back. She carried me back and forth on the bumpy field road for more than a month until my feet healed. I don't want to worry my mother any more. It hurts badly, so I cry silently and never let myself cry. In midsummer, our family of four huddled in a shabby mosquito net, and every time my brother and I fell asleep under the cattail leaf fan shaken by our parents.

A mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain. I will never forget this great love!

In the third grade of primary school, my friends and I went to the room to play. We saw the roof of a neighbor's house in the west covered with watermelon seeds, which shone seductively in the sun. We couldn't resist the temptation, so we took turns running over and grabbed it. When I ran back for the second time, the master's reprimand sounded in the west courtyard. As a result, I not only didn't eat any melon seeds, but also was punished by my mother for kneeling behind the door for a long time. From then on, I understood that my mother wanted me to be an aboveboard person and didn't allow me to write down any disgraceful experiences. At that time, my mother worked as a tailor in the street by craft to earn money to support her family. Because I stood for a long time during the day and stepped on the sewing machine at night, my legs were swollen like steamed buns. One day, my mother was so tired that the sewing machine needle went through the nail of her right index finger without mercy. Fingers connected to the heart, the feeling of pain that most people really can't understand, but my mother just silently pulled out the needle and simply bandaged her finger. Every Spring Festival, my brother and relatives wear her new clothes. Sometimes, she doesn't finish work until New Year's Eve, but she wears old clothes that have been worn for several years. I often think: "The thread in the hands of a mother who dotes on her children makes clothes for her wayward boy's body." If you don't work hard to shape yourself and can't grow into a towering tree, how can you live up to your clothes and your mother's ardent expectations? In this way, my father's diligence, hard work and care have always accompanied me, and my mother's strong, self-reliant and unyielding personality has always influenced, inspired and inspired me, making me determined to become a capitalized person, an excellent person, and a person who never gives up in study, life and work!

In this world, only love is true, and only love is the foundation. It is hard to imagine how a person who lacks deep feelings for his biological parents can care about society, the collective, others and sublimate noble patriotism. How can a person who doesn't know how to be caring and attentive to his parents become an entrepreneur who loves his factory and his post, and has a high sense of professionalism and responsibility? We live in a dynamic era of reform and opening up. When we inject new modern morality into our blood, we must never lose our healthy and beautiful traditions and filial piety to our elders! Crows feed back, lambs kneel and nurse. "Animals still know how to repay kindness, not to mention that we are the masters of society!" Wang Xiang lies on the ice, and the road is negative. "There is a legend of twenty-four filial piety in ancient times. The ancients can still "filial piety", let alone us in a civilized society. Since filial piety is the most basic virtue that everyone should have, and it is the return of children to their parents' affection, then, friends, let us always remember this affection, always appreciate it, return it with sincerity, and let it grow with us forever!

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Developmental pain

Growing up is like a boat in my life, sailing in the waves. Sometimes it is calm, and sometimes it will encounter surging waves. My growing boat is not smooth sailing, but also experiencing various storms. For me, everything is bittersweet.

I am very vague about myself. Every time I go, I look at the blue sky and feel at a loss. Once, I got about 80 points in the math exam, and I was very sad. I thought my mother would comfort me when I got home. Unexpectedly, my mother surprised me and scolded me angrily: "You said, how can I get into middle school with a score of about 80 points?" Too much ... "In the face of my mother's nagging and training, I am already very sad, and my heart is even worse. Sometimes I think: What is learning for? Why study? What are the benefits of studying? I am really tired. I really want to lie in bed and sleep for ten days and eight nights.

Everyone has to go through various tests on the road of growth. I'm worried that I'm not doing well in my studies, and I feel wronged that I can't get my parents' understanding ... happiness is everywhere, and troubles are everywhere. In the long years of growth, everyone will have happiness and joy, and of course there will be times of trouble, that is to say, our life is full of colorful sunshine, but even if it is sunny, it is inevitable that there will be short-lived clouds.

How I wish there were no troubles in my life! It is impossible without worry. People's growth has endless troubles, and they have to go through thousands of difficulties and dangers. The key is how to face it.

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Developmental pain

"Little boy, little troubles, carefree, happy ..." Whenever I hear the third-grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour. ...

When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.

But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grow up, I go home every day and get confused by a lot of homework. I want to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that it will never be finished. I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable.

I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of misery. Today, I am in the third grade, facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What if I fail the exam? I worry every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? or ...

How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again.