"Praise of Fallen Leaves" When the first wisp of autumn wind blew, the fallen leaves began to write the last chapter of their lives. Fallen leaves were the elves of autumn. They once stood out on the branches in spring. The tender green buds were full of curiosity and longing for the world. They sucked the moisture of the spring rain and tried to grow. In summer, they became lush and green, like small boats in a green ocean, bringing coolness to the earth. Together with their companions, they sheltered the children playing under the trees from the scorching sun and provided a habitat for the cicadas singing on the trees. However, when autumn came, they accepted the change of life without complaint. The golden and fiery colors were not the decay of life, but the magnificence of life after it had settled. The maple leaves were like fire, burning with their last passion. Each piece was like a dancing flame, dancing in the autumn wind. Their shapes were like small hands, making a final farewell to the world. The ginkgo leaves were like delicate small fans. The half-yellow and half-green colors seemed to have been carefully mixed by nature. When they fell, they were like butterflies flying lightly in the air. Some of the leaves were golden yellow, some were yellow and green, like a triangle. One by two, they fell from the branches, as if telling the reluctance of parting. The beauty of fallen leaves lay in their dedication. When they floated down from the branches and slowly landed around the roots, they knew that they were about to begin a new mission. They would slowly rot in the soil and turn into nutrients to nourish the mother tree, allowing the tree to give birth to more new life in the coming spring. This kind of silent contribution did not ask for anything in return. It was just like those who silently contributed to society. Although they were ordinary, they were incomparably great. We could also see a kind of open-minded attitude from Fallen Leaf. They wouldn't be sad because they were about to disappear. Instead, they would face death gracefully. They jumped and spun happily in the autumn wind, enjoying their last moments, and then calmly returned to the earth. Fallen leaves are the most beautiful poems of nature. They use their own lives to interpret the cycle of life, dedication and open-mindedness, worthy of our praise. "Life Like a White Birch" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Praise My Grandfather My grandfather is a very praiseworthy person. His grandfather was already in his seventies, but he was still in good health. He would go out for a walk and go to the park every day. He has the virtue of being thrifty, and this quality has always influenced me. Because his grandfather had experienced hardship, hunger, and even tree bark when he was young, he knew that life was not easy. In our family, Grandpa is always the most thrifty. He often teaches me to be thrifty. In the past, when I ate, I always didn't cherish the food. When I ate a piece and dropped a piece, Grandpa would ask me to pick up the food that had fallen from the table. If there were any rice grains left in the bowl, Grandpa would ask me if I had learned that every grain was hard work. He told me that these grains were the result of the hard work of the farmer uncle, and that they were also bought by my parents with hard work. They should not be wasted. Sometimes when I didn't listen, Grandpa would silently eat the leftovers in my bowl. As I grew up, I could understand Grandpa's frugality more and more. Now, even without Grandpa's reminder, I would still eat very cleanly. Grandpa also praised me more. Grandpa was also very serious and responsible about his work. He was a veterinarian. No matter when, as long as someone's sheep wanted to give birth and asked him for help, he would rush over without hesitation. Once, it was already very late at night and his grandfather was not feeling well. However, when he heard that a sheep was going to give birth, he still wanted to follow her without saying anything. He often said that a mother giving birth to a lamb would not wait for anyone, so his little illness was nothing. Grandpa is also very concerned about my studies. He often gave me questions to do. Once, I was stumped by the thinking questions arranged by my father. Grandpa thought and studied with me. Under his explanation, I finally solved the problem. My grandfather was such a respectable and praiseworthy elder.
Praise My Mother My mother was an amazing woman. My mother took great care of me in life. When I was sick, she was like a guardian angel, taking care of me all night, always paying attention to my body temperature and physical condition, and giving me strength with her warm embrace. She carefully prepared every meal, always considering my taste and nutritional needs. Those dishes were full of her love for me. My mother also put in a lot of effort in my studies. When I encountered a difficult problem, she would sit patiently beside me, think with me, and explain to me in a gentle tone until I completely understood. She also encouraged me to read more books and often took me to the library to let me swim in the ocean of knowledge. Her mother was still a hardworking person. She always took care of the housework at home in an orderly manner. Whether it was washing clothes, cleaning or tidying up, she did it meticulously and created a warm and comfortable home for me. Her mother was also very dedicated to her work. She was serious and responsible in her work. No matter how much difficulty and pressure she encountered, she could respond positively. Her colleagues admired her very much. Mother is like a lamp, illuminating my path, and like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I love my mother. She is the best mother in the world.
Tenderness What was gentleness? It was like a breeze in spring, gently brushing across the face without a trace of coldness. It was also like the moonlight in summer night, quietly sprinkling on the shoulders, full of tranquility and peace. It was more like the dewdrops in autumn, silently embellishing the grass tips, emitting crystal clear beauty. It was also like the warm sun after the winter snow, slowly warming the earth and transmitting endless kindness. I once met tenderness on the streets. It was a drizzling evening, and the streets were a little slippery from the rain. I saw a young mother holding an umbrella with her young child beside her. The child stopped in front of a small puddle, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness. The mother didn't tell her child to leave. Instead, she smiled and handed the umbrella to her child. Then, she squatted down, picked up her child, and gently jumped into the puddle. The child laughed excitedly. His laughter was as clear as silver bells in the rain. The mother's face was also filled with a gentle smile. That smile was full of tolerance and care for the child's innocence. There was also a gentle presence in the school. My form teacher is a very gentle person. Once I failed an exam and was in the dumps. The teacher called me to the office. Instead of criticizing me, she patted me on the shoulder. There was no reproach in her eyes, only concern and encouragement. She patiently helped me analyze the wrong questions and used gentle words to tell me that failure was the mother of success. As long as I worked hard, I would definitely improve. Under her gentle guidance, I regained my confidence and began to study hard. The gentleness still existed between strangers. On the crowded bus, an old man got on the bus shakily. There were no more empty seats in the car. A young man stood up without hesitation and helped the old man to his seat. The old man thanked the young man gratefully. The young man just smiled and said," It's nothing. Just sit tight." The gentleness in her smile was like sunlight illuminating the small carriage. Tenderness was like pearls scattered in the world. They were either the tolerance of family, the comfort of friendship, or the kindness between strangers. These gentle moments were woven into the most beautiful picture of life, allowing us to feel endless warmth and love in this world. The novel " Flower in the Heart " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
Cheers for Youth Youth was like a passionate symphony, playing the magnificent chapter of life; youth was like a gorgeous painting, depicting the color of dreams; youth was like a moving poem, writing endless vitality and hope. We should cheer for youth. Youth was a time full of vitality and vigor. On the stage of youth, we are like the rising sun, exuding infinite energy. We have strong bodies, so we can run on the field to our heart's content, sweat, and feel the rhythm of life. Our minds are agile and active, curious about new things, and constantly explore the unknown world. Whether it was studying hard on campus or accumulating experience in social practice, we all devoted ourselves to it with full enthusiasm, showing the unique vitality of youth. Youth was a journey to pursue one's dreams. At this stage, we have all kinds of dreams in our hearts, and they are like lighthouses guiding us forward. We yearn to become scientists and explore the mysteries of the universe; we want to become artists and use paintbrushes or musical notes to describe and play the wonderful world; or we are determined to become excellent athletes and win glory for our country on the field. Although the road to realizing our dreams is full of thorns, we have fearless courage in our youth. We are not afraid of difficulties and setbacks, and we are firmly striding towards our dreams. Youth was also a period of growth and transformation. We bid farewell to ignorance and childishness and gradually moved towards maturity and rationality. In this process, we learn to take responsibility, understand how to care for others, and understand our mission and value. We learn from our failures, gain confidence from our successes, and constantly shape ourselves for the better. Youth was the most beautiful treasure in life. It was short but incomparably precious. Let us cherish the time of youth, jump in the melody of youth, wantonly sway on the picture of youth, and write a magnificent chapter in the poetry of youth. Cheers for youth, let youth bloom with the most dazzling light in struggle and hard work!
Encounter Life was like a train. There would be many stops along the way. People would get on or get off here. They didn't know if there would be someone to accompany them to the end of their lives. --Inscription I'm very lucky to have met you. Home, a warm harbor From the first time I saw this colorful world, from the first time I cried…I met you, Dad and Mom. It was you who brought me to this world and allowed me to experience the wonders of nature. It was you who gave me eyes and let me see beauty and wonder. It was you who gave me hands and let me know how to create miracles with my own efforts…When I was proud, you were the one who warned me. When I was happy, you were the one who smiled the most. When I retreated, you were the one who supported me. When I worked hard, you were the one who encouraged me…This home is warm because of you. On this train, at any station, you will not get off. I know that you will always be with me, forever… Teacher, the diligent gardener From the first step into the classroom, from the first time I wandered in the ocean of knowledge…I met you, my teacher. In the classroom, your interesting way of teaching made the boring classroom especially exciting. After class, you talked with us about learning and life... At that time, we were no longer just teachers and students. On the basis of respect, we became friends. Although we were not inseparable, we were very close. You lead us to swim in the world of wisdom, let us accept the endless breeze, the baptism of rain... We are saplings, teacher, you let us grow healthily. On this train, you accompanied me for a long way. Although at some point, you might have caught another train, but in the rush to get on and off, I will not forget you, my teacher. Friend, Messenger of Happiness From the moment I stepped into this new group, from the first time I played with you…I met you, my friends. We sweated on the field together, wrote in the classroom together, and walked around the campus together. We cried together, laughed together, and grew together. When I was sad, you comforted me; when I was confused, you gave me direction; when I was proud, you reminded me. We were the most beautiful scenery in each other's youth. The days we spent together were the most precious treasures in our memories. On this train, your companionship makes the journey full of laughter. Even if someone gets off and leaves on the way, there will be new friends on board. The power of friendship makes my journey no longer lonely. Meeting him was a magical arrangement. I cherish every encounter and am grateful for the appearance of you in my life. It is you who make my life more colorful. " Her Shenzhen-Writing the Future " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
My Dream Dreams are like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating our path forward, and like lighthouses in the distance, guiding us in the direction of the vast sea. For me, my dream is to become an excellent doctor. Since ancient times, the profession of doctors had carried the sacred mission of saving the dying and healing the wounded. Every time I see the patients struggling in the news and the worried and helpless eyes of their families, my desire to become a doctor becomes stronger. I know very well that every life is unique and extremely precious. The scalpel in the doctor's hand and every medicine prescribed may be the key to saving a life. For this dream, I worked hard in my studies. Biology, chemistry, and other subjects were the foundation of medicine. I listened attentively in class and actively explored more knowledge after class. I read a large number of medical science books to understand the mysteries of the human body. From the structure of cells to the function of organs, from the causes of common diseases to treatment methods, every knowledge point was like a piece of a puzzle. I was trying my best to piece together my own medical knowledge map. I also understand that becoming a doctor requires not only solid professional knowledge, but also good psychological quality and noble professional ethics. In the face of the test of life and death, one must remain calm and rational, and in the face of the patient's pain, one must have empathy and patience. I believe that as long as I persevere and work hard towards this dream, one day, I will be able to put on that white doctor's robe, stand on the battlefield of life, fight against illness, and use my knowledge and love to bring hope and health to patients, so that more families will be filled with laughter again. This is my dream, an ordinary but powerful dream.
The Beauty of Nanjing Nanjing, this charming city, was like a bright pearl, exuding a unique charm. Nanjing had a long history and culture. As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, there were ancient ruins everywhere. Strolling through the streets and alleys of the Confucius Temple, it was as if one could travel through time and see the figures of ancient scholars. The antique buildings, carved beams and painted pillars, every detail told of the prosperity of the past. The solemn gate and courtyard of the presidential palace bore witness to the changes in recent times. The beautiful scenery of Nanjing was picturesque all year round. In spring, the weeping willows beside Xuanwu Lake swayed in the wind, as if they were hanging a green bead curtain on the lake. The lotus flowers in the lake bloomed in summer. The pink petals were like a fairy descending to the mortal world under the contrast of the lotus leaves. In autumn, the maple leaves of Qixia Mountain were red all over the hillside. The red leaves on the mountain were like a painting. In winter, plum blossoms bloomed on the Plum Blossom Mountain. The red plum blossoms looked even more beautiful under the cover of the white snow. The delicacies in Nanjing were even more mouth-watering. The meat of the salted duck was fresh and tender, and the salty fragrance was moderate. The rich soup head of the duck blood vermicelli soup, coupled with the smooth vermicelli and the fresh and tender duck blood, made every bite enjoyable. There were also sugar taro sprouts. The sweet and glutinous taste was unforgettable. Nanjing was such a city that perfectly integrated history, beauty, and food. Its unique charm attracted countless people to explore and taste.
" An Unforgettable Shooting Competition " Shooting was a sport that tested accuracy and mental strength. I was lucky enough to participate in a shooting competition. It was an unforgettable experience. On the day of the competition, the sun shone on the shooting range, but my heart was like a taut bowstring. Standing in my shooting position, I looked at the target in the distance as if it was provoking me. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but my heart beat faster. I picked up the familiar yet unfamiliar air rifle. It seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in my hand. I recalled the key points of training and kept my eyes on the crosshair. When the referee gave the order, I slowly pulled the trigger. When the first shot was fired, my heart was in my throat. I didn't know where the bullet went. Seeing that the bullet hole on the target had deviated from the center, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. However, I quickly adjusted my mentality and told myself that there was still a chance. After the next few shots, I gradually found the feeling. Every time I aimed, it was as if I was cut off from the world. All I could see was the crosshair and the target. My breathing became even, and the action of pulling the trigger became more and more steady. One shot after another, the bullet holes gradually gathered on the target. The surrounding players were also fully focused, and the sound of shooting rose and fell. In the last few shots, the pressure came again. I knew that every shot was crucial, and my palms were covered in sweat. I took another deep breath to calm myself down. After the last shot, I felt relieved. Looking at the results on the target, although it wasn't perfect, I knew that I had done my best. This shooting competition was not only a contest of shooting skills, but also a test of psychological quality. It made me understand that in the face of pressure, only by staying calm and focused can I perform at my best. " An exciting shooting competition." The shooting competition held by the school was like an intense battle. Every participant was a brave warrior. Walking into the shooting range, the tense atmosphere was like an invisible hand that grabbed everyone's heart tightly. I looked at the neatly arranged shooting equipment and felt both excited and nervous. While waiting for the match to start, I carefully observed the players in the match. Some of them had serious expressions and were careful with their every move, while others looked confident, as if victory was in their grasp. It was finally my turn. I walked towards the shooting position as if I was walking towards a sacred stage. I picked up the gun, adjusted my posture, and locked my eyes on the target. My mind was blank, and there was only the red dot in the center of the target. With the first gunshot, the entire world seemed to fall silent. I could clearly hear my own heartbeat. The result of the first shot wasn't ideal. I was a little depressed, but I knew that I couldn't be defeated by this small setback. I readjusted my condition and began the next round of shooting. I kept telling myself that I had to be steady, just like during training. This time, I felt as if I had become one with the spear. Every movement was smooth and natural. When the bullet was fired and I saw its trajectory towards the target, I felt a sense of accomplishment. After a few consecutive shots, my results got better and better, and my confidence gradually increased. The performances of the other contestants were also very exciting. Some of them scored extremely high points and won cheers. This also motivated me to work harder. I didn't want to be left behind too much. In the final shooting segment, I focused all my energy and did my best in every move. After the competition, although I didn't win the championship, I gained valuable experience. This shooting competition made me understand that in the pursuit of goals, every attempt is an opportunity to grow, and every setback is a driving force for progress. While watching the Olympics, you can also read the wonderful novels related to the Olympics!
Ordinary Glimmer In the vast starry sky of our lives, we often look up to those brilliant stars and praise the great heroes. However, in this vast universe, there were more ordinary people who emitted a faint light. They were like specks of light that gathered together and were enough to illuminate the entire world. The glimmer was the kindness of the old man who was cleaning the house during the epidemic. As the haze of the epidemic enveloped the land, an old man with silver hair stumbled, but his mind was firm. He walked into the police station, gently put down the paper bag containing 12,000 yuan, turned around and left. The handwriting on the note was " Urgently transfer to the WuHan prevention and control center, add a little oil to the angel in white, a little bit of my heart, Donggang environmental protection ", revealing the most simple love and care. This 12,000 yuan may be weak for the huge amount of materials and funds needed for the entire epidemic, but it was all the savings that an ordinary old man had accumulated over a long period of time. His glimmer of light brought warmth and hope to countless people. Twilight was also the volunteer who stood guard on the road every day. Regardless of whether it was a sunny day or a stormy day, they would always appear in the streets and alleys to maintain traffic order and escort students across the road. The skillful commanding movements and the crisp whistle seemed ordinary, but it was like a trickling stream that nourished the hearts of the people. They might not be heroes who saved the world, but they used their own actions to make the streets more orderly and fill people's hearts with a sense of security. This ordinary glimmer was a different kind of scenery in the city. There was also Li Ziqi, an ordinary girl from the countryside. Her video was filled with the fireworks of rural life. She picked ingredients from the ground, washed them with spring water, and cooked them with a fire, presenting the tranquility and beauty of rural life. Although she was ordinary, she was spreading the traditional Chinese culture in her own world. Her video was like a beam of light. Through the screen, people at home and abroad saw the charm of the China countryside and felt the heritage of traditional culture. Each of us may be just an ordinary person, unable to do earth-shattering things, but we can be like the grass decorating the earth, the stars twinkling in the constellation, and be the ordinary glimmer. Even if the light was weak, as long as there was faith in one's heart, this light could still shine in one's corner, illuminating the surrounding darkness and warming the people around him. When countless glimmers gathered together, they could form a dazzling galaxy, lighting up the path of the entire nation and the entire world. The Extraordinary Ordinary Life novel is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!