Life is also a story

1. Write a story based on a real life story

Life story

Life is sweet and sour, there are successes and failures, just like a song, sings the life of the world.

When I was a kid, I always loved to learn from the characters in the TV series, and often hung on the lips of the "Peach", or "the so-called Irena, in the water side".

I forgot where I learned it, and I read it all day long. My mom was so happy that she dragged me to the bookstore to buy a copy of The Three Hundred Tang Poems, and instructed me to memorize one a day. At first, I can be excited, I think the chanting of poetry is particularly interesting, each poem read on three or four times to be able to recite, parents are also ecstatic, embrace me straight happy.

But then I was three days of fishing, two days of sunshine, happy to memorize a poem, not happy to throw a hand, mom and dad taught me a few times, but I did not take it seriously.

That day, my mom's classmates brought their daughters to the house, and her daughter recited a Tang poem fluently, causing my mom to clap her hands and praise her. I was naturally uncomfortable, so I left on my own.

Waiting for them to leave, I just beeped and walked out of the room sullenly. Mom, however, laughed and said to me, "What's wrong? I'm not happy about it.

Just now that girl essay is only one year older than you, the reason why people will recite so many poems, are people slowly accumulated results. You are not worse than her, just that you do not have the perseverance of the heart." "Then how can I be better than her?" I curiously pursued. "Accumulate over time!" My mom answered me with only four words, but it left a deep impact on my heart.

Day after day, month after month, it took me more than half a year to memorize all the ancient poems. My mother did not blame me, not to mention criticizing me, and encouraged me throughout that time, so that I gradually gained confidence.

Now that I think about it, my mom's approach has really benefited me a lot, and I can't afford to be too fragile when I'm a little bit frustrated. In the road to success, naturally, it will not be smooth sailing, there are boulders in the way, will make their own sharpening. This way, both the experience, but also growth.

But I do not want to be worn out by life, become a person in the clouds, personality, dare to innovate, will become the goal of my struggle. I remember a sentence "Gan sprinkled all the way sweat, wish you youth without regret". Indeed, life can only be gained by struggling, do not thirst for a step to heaven, only wish to be down-to-earth, chasing dreams, so that youth has no regrets, so that they bloom!

2. life fairy tale

day after lunch, the children, as usual, sitting around me to tell me a story, the whim of me will be today Wang Hailong morning to the park polite, the game when the toys to the other children to play and outdoor activities when the little Feifei fell after the dragon to help him help Feifei wipe the tears of the matter woven into the story.

The children listened very carefully and were very excited. After the story, I asked everyone: "Children, do you like Dragon?" The children told me in unison: "Yes", and at the same time, they all looked enviously at the dragon dragon, the dragon proudly raised his head. "And what do you like about him?" Shan Yu Fei said, "He wipes Fei Fei's tears." Shiyi said, "He lets other kids play with his toys." Fang Fei said, "He calls his teacher and aunt good morning in the morning." ...... Following the children's answers, I told them, "Longlong is usually a good boy who is polite, willing to play his toys with everyone, and likes to help others, so teacher made him into the story. Do you like your teacher to make you into the story too?" When the children heard this, they were like an explosion, yelling together, asking me to make them into the story too.

From that day on, in the one-day teaching, I observed the children's behavior more carefully, and as long as I found a child with a good performance, I made him into a story. The children were all very fond of it and fought to be a good boy, and they all wanted to get themselves into my story. Later, I also told some of their bad behaviors and habits also in the form of stories, euphemistically, so that the children recognize what they need to correct.

Weaving the children's lives into the story makes me y realize that the children are so innocent and lovely, and the form of fairy tales not only adds to the interest of life, but also enables the children to obtain more effective education in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

3. Life in the touching story of the book

1. years without trace, when we look back, looking through their hearts, there is always a memory in the life of the deep traces, can not be forgotten, whenever we pick it up, the heart is always surging a trace of a long-lost impulse, which is touched.

In fact, in the long river of life, every moment there are touched. Parents hanging eyes, day by day haggard back is a lifetime of moving; friend's letterhead, a blessing of the text message is the warmth of the heart of the moving; thirsty, colleagues to help you play back a cup of water, which is moving; tired, daughter to give you a back, which is moving; sunset, looking at a pair of white-haired couples helping each other toward the end of the road, which is also moving ...


These are the first time I've ever seen a couple of people in the world, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do this, so I'm going to try to make sure that they are not. ...

Touched is everywhere. New York Manhattan streets, there is a little girl under a tree refused to leave, it turned out that she was waiting for the last leaves to fall in the fall, the child is innocent, she will be touched by an ordinary natural turnover.

However, in the rush of life, most of the people were sharpened by life began to become rough, began to gradually indifferent, unwilling to stop to listen to the sound of the heart, and even more unwilling to go back to the touching to bring solace to the soul. For some time, I seem to have forgotten the taste of moving. Busy at work all day, buried in study, either sitting in front of the computer typing, or organizing information. My friend reminded me, "Leaf, leave the computer, take a break, do some exercise! Simple words, so that my tired heart began to warm, so that my cold heart began to melt; life meets with bad things, the mood becomes irritable, depressed, and even can not help but fall into tears, then my friend told me again: tears do not mean fragile, but just to ease the heart of the unhappy, cry! At that moment, I was touched by my friend's simple words. Then I also began to change myself, also try to care for others, maybe just a look, maybe just a word, but others from me to get happy, from me to get warm, return me with a touching smile. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.

What is touched? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. However, no matter who, can not say to a person who has no feelings what is touched. Because moving is not with the mouth to say, but with the heart to taste out.

Perhaps, moving is a cool breeze in the summer, a warm round of winter sun, a refreshing spring, is a fragrant cup of hot tea ...... has moved, our hearts began to become bright, spacious, pure.

Touched is not simply tears, not superficial feelings of sadness, but a kind of inner feelings, is between people and people on the heart of the **** Ming. When you are moving others, you will also let yourself be moved. So friends, when you feel lonely soul, please spare a little time to recall that time and again so that you can not forget the moving it! At that moment, your spiritual home will be full of beautiful flowers. And guide you to the front.

2. Rapeseed flowers everywhere yellow, wheat seedlings everywhere green, it is the best time for spring tour. After receiving numerous phone calls from my parents, I finally made up my mind to go back to the countryside, right as a spring trip, and visit my parents at home. My memories of my hometown are getting fuzzy, except for the old people who stayed behind, the rest of the young and strong people in the village almost all went out to work, only in the Spring Festival a few days lively. After staying at home for a few days, I put my parents' concerns and hometown souvenirs into a big bag like a ghost sweeping. I once again persuaded my parents to sell the old house in the countryside to go to the city to live, but how they could not leave the small village where they have lived for decades.

Mom and Dad took the lead carrying a big bag on their backs, insisted on sending me to the entrance of the village station waiting for the car, the station has not been the childhood of the lively and busy, that is, the station, in fact, there are only two red brick and green tiles of the old house stood alone on the side of the road, like a full of the old man, a house is a kiosk, sells some small food and country people can not do without the grocery store, a house is the waiting room.

Mom and Dad have been with me to say words, nothing more than a good job, to respect the leadership, to get along with colleagues, and more to let a little daughter-in-law, the two together which is not a stumbling block in life and so on. I listened again and again, the more I listened to the heart of the more annoyed, but can not show a little bit, for fear that they are sad, had to listen patiently, but the eyes are looking around the station, trying to find the joy of childhood left behind in this place and laughter, but I was once again disappointed, those wonderful years can only be found in the memory of the blossom in the dream.

Auntie Six was the one who came to the small station when I was looking around for the shadow of my childhood. In my memory, Auntie Six's husband, Six Roots, was killed when he accidentally fell into the water while transporting green fertilizer for the production team, and she never married again for fear of wronging her son, and raised her son, Liang Zi, all by herself. A flash of 30 years so quietly slipped away from us, Liang Zi has become the pride of the six aunts and our village, after graduating from college from the township technician to start, has been smooth, in the city to marry and have children, is now a township in Linxian County, a hand. Because I was in the newspaper as a small reporter, coupled with the hometown, alumni, he invited me to drink several times, I wrote a few articles for him to show credit published in the city newspaper as a return, so the two of us have been playing well, and each other as brothers and sisters.

The big bag on Auntie Six's tricycle attracted me, and Auntie Six told me with a smile, "Liang Zi came back today!" I said with the sleeve wiped his head full of sweat, I was busy asking Liang Zi since the return of how you still big bags and small bags with a tricycle sent here, in my impression, Auntie Six's family lives in the easternmost part of the village, away from the small station is a full seven or eight miles away.

"Liang Zi is too busy, I do not see him as a mom for three months almost four days, he is busy working ah! Today called back to a nearby township to check the work, on the way back to see, not to home. I brought him home eggs, salted duck eggs, dried pickled vegetables that he loved since he was a child, a few jugs of soybean oil, and two quilts, last year's new cotton from the field. It's warm!"

"I'm happy to see him, I don't know if he's lost weight. He's been busy all day."

My heart was shocked, a warm stream of warmth rushed to my heart, really poor parents.

The six aunts continued to say, completely absorbed in the joy of seeing his son soon, is saying, the kiosk in the phone rang, the six aunts with a broken step busy over to ask the phone to answer the phone Zhang Dad is not Liang Zi's phone, when I learned that it is not Liang Zi's phone, he laughed first, "You see, you see! I'll be right back , what's the hurry I'm in!"

"I don't know if my grandson is taller, alas! Nowadays, children have a lot of homework! A small person carrying such a heavy schoolbag. My grandson is naughty and playful, and he is always beaten by his mother.

The phone *** rang again, and Auntie Six returned to her tricycle in disappointment. I can't help but feel a little sore, looking back at my mom and dad, who are busy organizing their bags for me, I realized that they are much older than when I came home in the Spring Festival, and the gray hairs on my mom's head have increased a lot, and my waist is bowing more.

The supermarket's phone rang again, and this time Auntie Liu didn't move, but looked at Mr. Zhang with great expectation. Mr. Zhang told Auntie Liu that Mr. Liang won't be coming back today, and that there is an urgent meeting in the township. Auntie Six froze in her tracks and muttered with disappointment, "We had a deal! We had a deal! Why did he change his mind again? Alas! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.

The corners of my eyes were a little moist. Auntie Six was pushing her tricycle down the familiar road with some difficulty, and her silhouette was getting farther and farther away in my blurred vision, but I could clearly hear her sighs of relief.

I quietly walked to the side and dialed Liangzi's cell phone, "Liangzi! Your mom is looking forward to you coming home!"

"Ugh! Don't mention it, always nagging me to go home, let her to the city and she does not come ......"

"But you promised *** ah! She is in front of the whole village to read about your return."

"I casually said, she took it seriously, I really do not want to go back, what is the point of going back."

"I am accompanying the city civilization office director Huang in the happy time cabaret singing karaoke! Where are you? Come over to play?"

"You asshole!" I turned off my cell phone fiercely.

3. When I was flipping through the book, a ginkgo leaf quietly slipped down.

I stooped down, picked it up, and realized that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school, and on the back was written "Precious, friend!" I don't remember if I felt the urge to cry at that time, but now, the yellowed leaves have long been drops of tears. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the color of your skin and the color of your hair.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be moved, is my heart has been indifferent, or my heart is filled with some insignificant things without space?

A friend once wrote me this sentence: "The reason why we will pass by, not because of no fate, but our life is less than two words - moving." Indeed, our hearts are therefore no longer sensitive, we no longer heart collection around the slightest touch, only when we miss it, and then look back, only to find that we really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer things in the world that can be touched. However, as long as we quietly think about it, you will find that, in fact, touched all the time, everywhere.

Reading tired, parents for us to peel an apple, is touched; thirsty, a friend to help you play back a cup of water, is touched; frustrated, to get a word of relief, is touched; happy, have a friend to share the joy with you, is touched; ordinary days, received a small blessing, even if only a petal, a leaf, is also touched ... ... ...

People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! Perhaps, sometimes it is because of their ordinary that we are blind to it. There is such a saying: "The reason why people will be moved, because he lives in love." There is love in the dust, there is love on earth, and what reason do we have to let the mediocrity blind our eyes and can not feel the taste of moving it?

What is touched? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. But, no matter who, can not say to a person without feelings what is touched. Because the moving is not with the mouth to say out, but with the heart to taste out.

Touched, like a refreshing spring. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious.

We were touched by the snow. The snow is so beautiful that our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When the world has no footprints, it becomes a frozen world. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.

In fact, so simple moving, around us. And we did not pay attention.

Friends, please put the heart from the mud *** bar! Please make a little space to carry this enough to let us recall a lifetime of moving