When we go to school, we are taught that life is not always going well, we will meet all kinds of difficulties. Everyone hears the words, but when they meet difficulties, it is hard for them to be OK with it, they feel the life is hopeless, just as hearing is easy, while taking action is another thing.
Once a famous business person said that the one who faced the failure and stood up, he or she will be successful. I absolutely believe it, we are in front of so many accidents, we need to face the setback and learn from it, every setback is a test for us, only the one who passes the test can succeed. Such as when we feel it hard to study, then give up, how can we make progress.
Life teaches us lesson every minute, the adverse situation is a good chance to upgrade ourselves.
Everyone has his desires, there will be trouble. I am no exception, my worry is: why can't parents and teachers make allowance for us? In school, the teacher know only want us to write a composition, math, reciting English words; Only blindly requires us to observe discipline and higher grade, where know the commiserating heart?
At home, I do something wrong, mom and dad will be scold me, but I cannot speak in the heart of the pain, can only be wronged. Sometimes argue with them a few words, and they will criticize I shouldn't talk back, don't we don't even have the right to defend?
Adults always stubbornly believe that our children don't understand, when they speak, if we go respond, they would say: "talk to adults, kids don't interrupt, side to go to." Where they know that sometimes children also is very reasonable! The adults always envy carefree child, but we are very hard, in their mind, we just dazed child.
They think that children will listen to your parents, what we have to do what they say. However, this idea is now it is not advisable, now adults should not treat us as a child, but when we are friends, with friend's treatment to treat us, because now is the 21st century, our idea should change with the passage of time, the old ideas don't to think about it again, or you will go out of to our society. Isn't it?
Going to high school is my first time to leave home. I have to live in school from Monday to Friday. I like to stay away from my parents for some time, because I can make my own choice and be free to go anywhere. My friends and I like to spend the weekend in the countryside that near the city we live. It is the short travel that I can not only appreciate the beautiful scenery, but also learn to be independent. The things that nature teaches me are a lot.
I can see from the color of the cloud to predict the weather and the sound of of animals have different meanings. All of these are hard to know from the books. I have my own thinking from these trips, and the way to take care of myself helps me to grow up.
It is an autumn night, chill, quiet and clear. Silver moonlight is pouring through the window, down to the dusty floor on which scatters pages of music scores.
He is standing there since last beautiful sunset,stubbornly searching for any trace of sound，but he couldn＇t. His long gray shadow is sleeping on the floor, lingering with him all through the night the shadow of agiant
Ludwig Van Beethoven.
He＇s filled with indignation for all the adversity he suffered. He suffered, ever since he was a little child, for his brutal father never treated him as a son.
He was beaten, scolded, in sulted, forced to practice piano playing all the time. And then,he went on suffering the desperate pain brought by his lover who abandoned him. Now he is still suffering, and on the brink of a breakdown, because he lost the utmost important thing for him to be a musician, a composer, and a pianist
His ears began betraying him since he was 26 years old, and in the end they became complete traitors.
But what names Beethoven is his will. It is his strong will power which pushed him to this glorious aim. It never reads surrender, and grasps his own destiny in his own hands through fighting. For him, music is not only organizing variety subjects and melodies, but also a kind of language to express his deepest thoughts. Every piece of his music scores resounds with the sentiments of his life. He is still writing, to show his unmatched talent; he is still playing, to scorn all the tragedy he has encountered; he is still composing, to prove that he is the winner for life and cannot be thrown down. All the symposiums of his prove it. All his admirers prove it.
Actually life is just like a spring, the heavier you push it,the higher it will jump. Frustration always lies along the way leading to success. I don＇t want to lose my way, so I tell myself to be (like) an oyster all the time. To live healthily and comfortably, evading any difficulties, or to live struggling, suffering in the exertion to realize your dreams,
which one would you choose? The second one is my choice, because finally I will get the most beautiful pearl in the world, someday, somewhere.
Life is so complex, for it is always a mixture of sadness and happiness. You can never separate them. When you are searching for all the beautiful things, you must also face up to the pain and the trauma and the difficulties which sometimes may knock you down and make you loose your faith and hope. But that is life the pain and the beauty, the good and the bad. When there is adversity, being strong becomes a must for us to overcome it.
When I was growing up took place in the story as many of the stars in the sky, countless numbers of which have a very deep thing, and that is by bike.
In my six-year-old when grandpa bought me a bicycle, as the wheels are about the bike, so it will not fall. Frequently as a child to ride, then ride a little love, has been placed on the garage, since the plot has been covered by a thick layer of ash.
One day I go home I saw a tall and almost high-skilled boy riding a bicycle to the area where high speed, power and prestige really ah! I want to go home after quarreling with her mother on the bike s two wheels removed. Mom said to me: small wheel, you will fall down by the pain. I said: I do not Pateng. Finally, I fail to beat the mother, only two small wheels removed.
The next day happened to be Sunday, the weather was fine in particular, my mother has to rest at home. She took early in the morning, I called up, I wonder what my mother asked, her mother said: Today you are taught to ride a bike. I am ecstatic, quickly changed pajamas. To bike from the garage to launch the beginning I held on to her mother riding a bike, his mother a hand-song, I fall on the legs in the air. I finally could not insist on, shouted out: I do not practiced. Furious and ready to go home. Then my mother said to me loudly: coward, it can not stand the pain all, we must not afraid of hard work, can not give up halfway. And then she gently said: I am sure you will succeed!
Man’s life is a process of growing up, actually I’m standing here is a growth. If a person’s life must constituted by various choices, then I grow up along with these choices. Once I hope I can study in a college in future, however that’s passed, as you know I come here, now I wonder what the future holds for me.
When I come to this school, I told to myself: this my near future, all starts here. Following I will learn to become a man, a integrated man, who has a fine body, can take on important task, has independent thought, an open mind, intensive thought, has the ability to judge right and wrong, has a perfect job.
Once my teacher said :” you are not sewing, you are stylist; never forget which you should lay out to people is your thought, not craft.” I will put my personality with my interest and ability into my study, during these process I will combine learning with doing. If I can achieve this “future”, I think that I really grow up. And I deeply believe kindred, good-fellowship and love will perfection and happy in the future.
18 is an end, is a start. At this moment, and lost, in pursuit of the conversion between, we feel happy, also experiencing pain. Almost all of the pain comes from the dream. When we tasted suffering to realize your dream, finally, it joy appreciate that: pain, often breeds happy seeds. This is not an easy growth, pain and sufferings, is not bad, we know that, when reality cannot change, we shall timely change, but we have always loved with real bargain, because we love the world, the happineand warmth and love and pain of the world. In the proceof growing up, we learned that you, for we cannot untie those small knot, we learned to smile, to appreciate beauty of it. Because we know that just graciously turned, can find new and beautiful scenery.
"Hoo-hoo! Time flies, and the blink of an eye passes. I have grown up a lot in this year. Many things have happened in the course of the year. One of the things that I never remember, it was a sunny morning, it was very hot, I went out shopping with my mother, I was very hot with the sun. I pestered my mother and asked my mother to buy me a Popsicle, and my mother bought two, and I threw the stick straight on the ground after I had finished eating. Suddenly, I heard a little brother calling me, and I turned around and saw that a little brother had left him alone and walked on. The little brother still cried "sister, sister." He ran up to me and said, "sister, you dropped something." He put the stick in his hand to show me.
I still ignored him, and he ran up to me and said; "Sister, it is wrong of you to do so. The teacher said, can't litter." I was ashamed to bow my head, alas, I am so much longer than this little brother!
I don't throw litter any more!