Touching composition around high school 1000 words. It is another school season. Looking back two years ago, I took over psychology with a look of ignorance, for fear of getting into trouble because of my ignorance. Therefore, when applying for a consultant, I was silly and naive to think that my classmates were taking exams. I might as well learn more at once so as not to drag my feet! In addition, I am always afraid of students. I dare not go to training alone, so I dare to ask the principal for the second grade directly, thinking that I can have multiple partners. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I see that the book borrowed by the third-level consultant is quite thin! Especially in the first training, many school teachers rushed from the third level to the second level, and I was glad that I had foresight. Although I heard that I have to pay the expenses first, I can't be reimbursed if I don't pass the exam. I am vaguely worried.
After all, I just paid off my debt and don't have much money on me. However, I was too embarrassed to borrow it from my family and friends, so I paid the tuition myself! During the training, I learned that many schools are allowed to reimburse in advance! At that time, I also took the liberty to call the principal, and he agreed without saying anything! So I told myself that I would take the exam anyway, and I couldn't be sorry for this trust! At the moment I got all the textbooks, I understood what "regret" meant, because all the books add up to about 10 cm thick, and your time is less than five months. However, as the so-called road you choose, you have to walk on your knees. At that time, I didn't dare to go out at home every day. I just sat at my desk and forced myself to recite it until eleven o'clock even if I couldn't remember it. Before the exam, my back hurts so much that I can't sit down. I can only lie on my back or lie flat on my bed reading. Fortunately, I finally passed the exam.
Of course, what is even more "honored" is that the weight has also risen linearly. Suddenly, one day, I found that all the beautiful women around me had lost weight and became a "palace waist", only to know that I had been abused by it for a long time in my first half of my life. For this reason, I ate too much and rode a bike, but it seems that the effect is not good. I didn't make up my mind to start practicing until I heard that a colleague worked 20 thousand a day and lost weight significantly. Sometimes it's wonderful to think about life. I thought I was a moving insulator. I never thought that one day I would choose to wear safflower oil and exercise hard at the same time. Sure enough, people don't embarrass themselves and don't know how much potential they have.
Many people said I was lucky before. Admittedly, I think so too. Because from a psychology "little white" to become a consulting expert in a psychology studio today. I didn't even dare to think about such an honor two years ago, just as Lai Bureau said in his lecture: Everything I did seriously when I was young was not done in vain. Of course, I always remind myself with a story: the clothesline asks the flute like this: "We are all bamboos on the same mountain. Why am I worthless after the sun and rain every day, but you are worth thousands of dollars? " The flute said, "Because you only got a knife, but I went through elaborate work."
Although I don't appreciate your kindness, I am still grateful to the person who let me take the exam at the beginning! Because without you, there would be no self-confident me today. Of course, there are many incentives, and people who have cared about me can't say a word here. This life is lucky. Let's work together to be a "good teacher with ideals and beliefs, moral sentiments, solid knowledge and kindness."
On Sunday, my mother and I went to see a doctor by bus. We found a back seat and sat down.
When the bus stopped at Qita Temple, there came an old man who was over seventy years old. He is carrying a big bag of daily necessities in his left hand and an umbrella in his right. He was sweating profusely and his mouth was panting. Obviously, he is very tired, but the people in the car seem to have never seen the old man, looking out the window and playing with his mobile phone, as if the old man had never appeared. Did people really not notice the old man, or did they not want to give up their seats at all? I think most people must be the latter idea.
The bus arrived at the station again, the front door opened, and a cold wind blew in, which made the old man tremble and blew away the small ticket he had put on the top. If you saw this scene, you would definitely help him pick it up, but strangely, no one helped him pick it up, so he had to hold the handrail while walking. When he was halfway, the car stopped suddenly and he almost fell down. Even so, no one helped him and gave him his seat. I even saw a young man raise his head, look at the old man, and then fall down quickly, as if all this had nothing to do with him. Because we sat in the back, thinking that the old man was standing in front and giving up his seat was also the business of the people in front, he didn't give up his seat.
At this time, the kind driver gave the old man a hand: he pressed many buttons, and a soft voice came from the carriage: Ladies and gentlemen, please give your seat to the old man around you. At this moment, a mother sitting next to me was about to stand up and give up her seat when her son grabbed her sleeve and dragged her back. At the same time, he said angrily, why What is there to do? Then there was a long debate. The mother said that virtue is important to her son, and the son said that interest is good for her. Finally, the mother gave her seat to the old man. At that moment, I was deeply moved and a little guilty. What a noble quality it is to sacrifice your own interests when others are indifferent! In real life, most people have lost confidence in the whole society because of those few cases, and only a few people know how to help others. This is rare and even more valuable. As the saying goes, a mouse excrement harms a pot of porridge. Yes, everyone was fooled by this "rat shit". Do you know if this bowl of rice porridge is good or bad? Only by practicing will you understand. We should all have this spirit of helping others and create a better society.
Moving composition around high school 1000 words Wednesday morning, I opened the window, watched the sun penetrate every leaf, and talked to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved.
I like to capture the instant touch, which is the echo that stays in my memory for a long time. Those water drops sealed with agarwood are as fragrant as before, and there are always indelible memories in my heart. My unique love, appreciation, hesitation and even madness! Every time I think of it or accidentally mention it, it will always boil, and my blood can't be calmed down. One second, I want to remember the feeling of this moment! Afraid of being forgotten, afraid of being ruthlessly erased by time! Full of my imagination, depicting my little world, it is a kind of unyielding, a cold abandonment that turns hope into disappointment and even turns back. This may be a change. The outline of an increasingly clear big boy has had helpless troubles, just like the twinkling of a star. I am here, but you are there. The face that will never be seen, the veil that cannot be lifted, is still floating in the wind.
While I pursue my poetic life all the way, my sight covered by sand has to stay at this moment, just like now. The little things in confusion make me hesitate and confuse, but I have always insisted on my own life. My dream was blown away by the breeze, and my eyes were closed, just a touch of color! In a twinkling, I forgot that the cold is coming ... In the next morning in bloom, my vision is graceful and graceful, and my attitude is open! This is me. Only a few people can really understand everything I think. I have never met the lofty sentiments of criticizing Fang Qiu and pointing out the mountains and rivers. I always pour my thoughts into the words I shoot, and I will continue! After constant baptism, I am always strong in repeated falls and setbacks, trying all the first times, from timidity to habit, from caring to learning to look on coldly. My life goes on!
Time stays in April, April in the depths of memory. As the poem says: "The past is empty, just like a dream!" It doesn't hurt to say it's a dream. What runs through my scene is my own lines. When the wind blows, there are faint white clouds floating in the blue sky, which are always changing endlessly until everything disappears in my sight. What is puzzling in the distance is reminiscence, which is crazy that I never thought of! Just for the little ideal in my heart!
For a long time, I have never had such a clear and peaceful heart. If I think it's really my personality, I'll have a good drink and talk it over. On the road of pursuing a poetic life, I always hope to meet a bosom friend, smile at life, and don't waste this life! Gradually clear your innocence, how can there be 100% perfection, gradually understand your madness, and perform a movie without an ending for an idea! The illusion in the dream is often not the fault of reality. Looking back, it has become: the footprints clearly indicate the direction you have traveled, and every step of deposition is silently listening. That's wind, that's rain, that's wind!
When I found out how much was left for me, it was like dreaming, assuming all these absurd things, or yesterday's various assumptions, deductive and illusory things. Under the mask of hypocrisy, who can interpret himself who cut the autumn heart in half with a smile at the moment? Just like laughing behind your back, there are always many sad stories. The phoenix tree is raining, but it's just a great disguise!
The flowers are elegant and the blue is hazy. When standing in front of an orchid, it is a thorough understanding! Suddenly, my heart suddenly felt baptized, and all the haze deposited in my heart was gradually decreasing. I haven't had such an open mind for a long time, and I am in awe of nature. Everything turned out to be a bubble! Oh!
The wheel of memory stops turning, my thoughts are brought back to reality, and my face has a cool and salty feeling. Isn't this touching? ! This is very touching.
The touching composition around high school 1000 words These teachers around me did not make people cry, nor did they resound with lofty aspirations all over the world. Some of them are just the true feelings revealed in dribs and drabs, the care revealed in details, the confidence revealed between eyebrows and eyes, and the appreciation permeated in words.
Because of teacher Zhang Yujuan's transfer, I took the math class of Class One, Grade Six, and I had an extra office, namely the third floor of the sixth grade office. Get along with each other and learn more about the working conditions of front-line teachers. In just over three months, I witnessed what they did with my own eyes and was deeply touched.
Xiao Shuxin, the oldest English teacher, always comes to my mind, wearing glasses to correct homework. Whenever I walk into the office, as long as Mr. Xiao is here, he either corrects newspaper homework or checks English synchronous homework, and will register in time when each batch is finished. Three classes of homework, more than 200 copies, how hard and busy, but never heard her complain about it, once. In Xiao's works, what I appreciate more is her tolerance and patience with students. It is often thought that after each exam, she calls the students with poor grades to the office one by one and patiently explains the wrong questions in detail. For those who can't hear clearly or carefully, Mr. Xiao takes pains to explain them until they are corrected. Sometimes we are angry with some students who make trouble and don't listen, but Mr. Xiao still smiles and tells him to listen carefully and understand in a gentle voice. Of all the students, I haven't seen Mr. Xiao get angry once and scold a student loudly. No matter how naughty or poor a student is, she is really like her own child, even more than her own, without boredom, criticism or reprimand. Isn't it a state that teachers can do this? Isn't this a kind of mind? If every teacher has expectations, trust, tolerance and patience for children, why can't our children grow up healthily, study happily and live confidently?
Teacher Liu is exquisite and elegant, and speaks softly to the students. Didi embodies that every child can give full play to his strengths, do his best, build confidence and cultivate good habits; Wang Fen, a lively and cheerful teacher, is really a good friend of the children. During recess, she is always surrounded and entangled by a group of children. She is talking and laughing all over the world, even slapping, which makes people sit up and take notice. Her children are naive, lively, quick-thinking, clear-headed and knowledgeable, which is really related to her educational philosophy; Zhang Huiru, a microcomputer teacher, is young and has short teaching experience, but she always asks for advice modestly and studies hard. No matter which teacher needs help, she readily agrees and actively assists.
I was inadvertently moved by their kindness and purity, by their efforts, by their friendship and unity, by their love and kindness to children, and by their teaching like spring breeze. At the same time, I am also gratified, because having such a teacher in our school is a blessing for the children, and it is also a blessing for our Airport Road Primary School!
To say that there are really many touches around us, such as those teachers who persist in working despite illness, those teachers who are overworked but have no complaints, and those teachers who have never taken a vacation in obscurity and down-to-earth for a semester, are not worth moving?
In fact, teachers touch us, inspire us and infect us every day. Only when we care about students and go forward bravely can our feelings be transformed into actions, the flowers we cultivate can be fragrant, and education can bear fruitful results.