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Life is like a long road. Content Warning.
Life is like a long road, the ups and downs of life is like this "life road" in the sometimes bright, sometimes muddy, difficult to move. When I was a toddler, I was sent to my grandmother by my parents to raise, at that time I had no ability to resist, just crying, but it did not play a magic role, just vent emotions, whenever my mother went back to see me I would be very happy, but the happy time was always so short, and I did not wait for me to enjoy it, he fled without a trace. When my mother wants to go, happiness will come to an end, replaced by sad and full of tears, but my mother will not stay for me, he always told me that when I go to school she will take me back, so I always look forward to this I can grow up quickly. Hurry up and get to school. Come back to your mother. When I was going to kindergarten, my mother really took me and my grandmother to the city, at first I was full of joy but when I knew I had to go to school alone, I cried and cried, but I was still pushed into the school by my mother, the first day of school, like all. The children were crying, the teacher coaxed this and then coaxed that, anxious sweating, but it had no effect on us. After a few weeks, most of us have adapted to school life, and are familiar with the teachers and classmates, to the next semester of the big class, that the primary school can not be with the teachers and students together, including me, many students are reluctant to cry. .. With the growth of age, I should go to primary school, I study hard, carefully listen to the teacher, has been a good child in the eyes of the teacher, the grades are better, never cry, listen to the teacher's teachings, dare to say their own ideas, every day carefree life, everywhere full of innocent children, no pressure, parents, grandparents are also very love Me. I don't have to do housework. I'm so happy. Now, I am a middle school student, more subjects than before, more homework than before, the course has changed from the original six classes a day to now eight classes a day, the journey to school is far away, I have to spend nearly an hour riding to and from school every day, and I feel very adaptable, as if I should have been so busy. Oh, I know why, because I am a middle school student, I must work hard. Walking on the road of life, you will not feel how much you have grown, only when you recall the past, you can know your growth bit by bit. On the road of life, we enrich our experience little by little, and our knowledge is also increasing little by little. If you can savor every bit of life on the road, then you must be able to open up those muddy, impassable paths into a willow avenue.Many people love to laugh, laugh is a happy expression, sometimes, laughter is also a kind of encouragement. This kind of smile can enable us to better play our own level in speeches and other occasions, even if we do not get excellent results, we will not have any regrets. Now I have grade one, but still can not forget the speech contest in grade six. Without the success of my speech that day, I would not have gone as well as I did today. When I was in grade six, my school held a speech contest and required three students from each class to participate. I was honored to be selected into the list of speech contests. A few days before the game, I practiced repeatedly, memorizing the speech, I thought I was determined to win, but I did not expect that I lost the chain in the speech. That afternoon, I went to the designated place to give a speech, but when I arrived, I was shocked. Aside from a dozen judges, there are 40 or 50 students. Making a speech in front of so many people, I am inevitably a little nervous. Time passed quickly and it was my turn. I walked up to the podium with trepidation. Standing in front of the podium, fifty or sixty pairs of eyes rested on me. Suddenly, I was the center of attention in this conference room. Though my hands were clenched, my palms were already dripping with sweat and my feet were shaking. At this time, my mind went blank and I could not think of a word. Suddenly, I saw a strange face, she was smiling at me, saw her nose slightly wrinkled, the mouth slightly raised, this smile is so pure and beautiful, so I can not immediately taste to interpret. Looking at this smile, my heart miraculously calmed down and began to speak naturally. My voice changed with the content of the speech, sometimes passionate, sometimes low, and finally left a good impression on the judges. When I stepped down, I gave her a smile back, which was mixed with my gratitude to her. The result of the competition came out, I got a better result, I know, I can get the result, she has a lot of credit. To today's knowledge competition, I can calmly answer every question of the host. Whenever I can't blurt out the words, I always have that girl's appreciative smile in my mind. Between the calcium carbide fire, the inspiration came out, and the answer was naturally in the chest. Smile is a beam of sunshine in winter, bringing warmth to people; Smile is a light in the dark, to guide the direction of people; A smile is a breath of fresh wind in summer, dispersing irritability...... Smile, often can bring people strength. Maybe your simple smile is a great support in the eyes of others.
By RAVEN MITCHELL3 years ago in Men
the teacher took out
This morning, we had a very rich and interesting observation lesson. A class, the teacher took out a mysterious envelope, let everyone guess what is inside? Some students say tea, some students say beans. The teacher handed out the envelope for us to touch again. I felt the inside was stiff, with many small folds of oval balls on it. The students said it was a peach pit. The teacher said you could come here. We couldn't wait to take a look. These two sharp things, bulging in the middle, its color is brown, the surface is rough, such as bark, can also be used as the grandfather of the head line. As the students carefully observed, a student suddenly shouted: "Fat sea it is!" The teacher can let us soak the fat sea in water and then observe its changes. We put the fat sea in a cup that a classmate had not prepared and poured boiling water on it. As soon as the water was injected, the skin on both ends of the fat sea slowly cracked. After a while, the color of the water turned yellow, and the volume of the fat sea had a noticeable effect on it. After a few minutes the water in the cup became more yellow, and the fat sea became like a ball of cellular brown 'cotton'. Now the fat sea feels soft. I put my nose particularly close to the mouth of the cup to smell, a light fragrance is coming to the nose. I picked up the cup and tasted myself, the taste is not necessarily as sweet as I imagined, but the society is struggling, but it is very refreshing. I picked up the fat sea bite a bit, chewing to feel like wood ear. The bell rang and the lesson was over. This class is not only interesting, but also gives me a lot of harvest. I really enjoyed the viewing class!Missed the morning dew, and looking at the hot sun. Missed the twilight twilight, and the charming moonlight. I missed the excitement of spring and summer. Back to the original memory, there is a picture in the memory, the picture that can not be erased. When I was in elementary school, I had a good friend who was inseparable. Just because of a year, those two hands were thrown away. From that day on, she never spoke to me again. Birthday parties without me, movies without me, as if I had been erased from her life, leaving no trace. In class, the teacher's lesson was very vivid, but I didn't listen to it at all. Looking out the window at the sapphire sky, the hot wind blew from the window, blowing my bangs gently to one side, and the note that said "sorry" was blown to the ground. I was about to pick it up with my hand when the bell rang. A big shoe stepped on the paper, his hand as if touched the tip of a needle, and left the note. There's a footprint on it. The wind seemed to blow away my heart, empty, as if something was missing. I wrote another note and was about to give it to her when she was surrounded by a group of girls. She brushed past me as if she hadn't seen me. I did not exert any force, as if I had lost my center of gravity, and was knocked out and sat in a chair. Looking at her distant back, I wanted to stop her, but I was afraid and gave up... That's when I knew we were never going back. Once friendship, like sand in hands, gone with the wind. Looking at the sky, the heart drifted to the distance. "I'm fine without you." I said. But that doesn't mean you're not important - the second half, I didn't say to her. The next day, looking at her empty position, my heart seemed to be taken away by her, and it was empty. The teacher came in and said, "She switched schools today and won't come." It was like my brain exploded and I just stopped. She's gone! Why is she gone? I haven't said I'm sorry yet! I admit, this time, I really missed her. I called her after school and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." All she said was, "It's too late. Goodbye." Then there's a busy signal. One summer day in sixth grade, I was walking in the pouring rain. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder, I looked, it was her! I tried to catch her, but she disappeared, just like she passed me by. I missed it again. I was thinking back then, if I stopped her, would it still be like this? At that moment, I grew up and understood that missing once may be missing a lifetime. My missing with you is the biggest regret in the long road of my life. When you stand at a fork in the road, remember to choose bravely.
By Keith Crawford3 years ago in Men
FATHER'S FOOTPRINT
Father figures hold a significant position in our lives, acting as beacons of guidance, support, and love. In my journey of self-discovery, my father has played an integral role in shaping my identity. His unwavering presence and invaluable life lessons have left an indelible mark on my character and influenced the choices I make. Through his actions, he has taught me the importance of resilience, the power of empathy, and the pursuit of lifelong learning. This reflective essay delves into the profound impact my father has had on my life and the invaluable lesson he has imparted, which continues to shape my outlook on life.
By Chima Chibueze 3 years ago in Men
Cool Techniques of Using Real Nunchucks:
Real Nunchucks, also known as "nunchaku," are traditional Okinawan weapons consisting of two wooden or metal sticks connected by a chain or rope. They were originally used for farming and were later adopted as a weapon for self-defense. They are designed for martial arts training and demonstrations and are typically made from durable materials such as wood, metal, or foam.
By Mai Sophia3 years ago in Men
Tang poetry
In the past, I wanted to be a free and uninhibited literati and inker, standing in the middle of the feather cloth, alone in the flowers, watching the flying geese in the light rain, and the green willow in the smoke, the ink brush is more charming, but I wanted to leave my own rhyme short and taste long on the gorgeous brocade of the Song Dynasty; In the past, also want to learn easy easy soft and gentle, as appropriate pieces of glass of green wine, can be filled with tears from the people, books between man song light song, can be Tao all eternity.
By Spikes Tippens3 years ago in Men
Marvellous Shampoo for better haircare. Content Warning.
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By Udeep organic3 years ago in Men
From Struggle to Success: A Father’s Unyielding Love
In a small town nestled amidst a world of dreams and aspirations, a joint family existed—a microcosm of diverse personalities and financial circumstances. At the center of this family stood my father, a man of humble means but boundless determination, and alongside him, my uncle and elder brother of my father, who was blessed with affluence.
By zain Ul Abedeen3 years ago in Men
When it comes to
When it comes to the Spring Festival, everyone is no stranger, the most nostalgic Chinese people than the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival is the historical representative of our Chinese nation. The Spring Festival is the most solemn and distinctive festival of Chinese folk. In the countryside, people hang red and large lanterns in front of every household, and some stick couplets on both sides of the gate. The Spring Festival is the most lively festival, is also the oldest festival, generally New Year's Eve and the first day of the first month commonly known as "New Year", at this time should be every family reunion to eat together! To the New Year, the rural adults are busy preparing for the New Year, the street is selling firecrackers, selling couplets, the market is crowded with people to buy New Year's goods, everywhere floating the taste of the year. We came to hometown Guizhou, here is my father, second uncle, third uncle live place, there is grandma waiting for us at home, it is a no air conditioning, no heating home, are wooden houses, the family can only sit around a stove to roast a fire, because it is too cold, outside under the snow, the mountains are all white. I often complain about this place, because there is no fixed time to eat, I feel that I am eating at any time, and it is not our previous meal point, every time I can't eat, I have to often nest in bed, grandma will call me to eat again and again. My brother and sister were all clamoring to go out and buy firecrackers, Adults had to take us together, we saw fireworks feel every good, we took a big pocket each kind of firecrackers have bought some, the 30th day of the New Year's Eve dinner, the adults said that tonight can sleep after twelve o 'clock, to twelve o 'clock, we are sleepy fast, suddenly outside the sound of firecrackers, waiting for the adults to put the big firecrackers, my brother and I My sister also put up the small firecrackers we bought, which made the whole yard very lively. The good time soon passed, the fourth day of the New Year mom and dad will go to work we will leave. The day grandma waved goodbye to grandma outside the window, Grandma also smiled and waved goodbye to us, in fact, my heart is very reluctant to let us leave. The Spring Festival will soon be over, and we will have to study harder in the next semester.Man is a strange animal, why do people have so much trouble? Will there be so many difficulties? It's a question I may not know until I die. If I see God, if I see Allah, if I see Buddha, then I will bring this question to them. When I was a child, my mother told me that life is like a boat without sails in the vast ocean, you have it, but you can't control it. Just let it float slowly. Can you tell what's ahead? Sunlight? Wind and rain? An island to stay on? Or land to call home? Noooo! You never know. There may be sunshine after the wind and rain, or there may be continuous wind and rain. If you see land, and that land is covered in rain and wind, you are wondering whether or not you land on land but there is a sunny island. You will be faced with a choice of direction in life: will you settle down in the wind and rain or enjoy a moment of comfort on a sunny island? If you choose the former, then you are a brave person, you have to be responsible for your choice, bravely go on it - believe that one day the sun will come, but it is also possible that your - a sound are in the wind and rain, the past can not be turned back, There are a lot of people are braving the wind, rain and hard work, there are a lot of people successful, ushered in the most brilliant moment of life, in the original choice to feel lucky. There are also many people who were blown beyond recognition by the wind, were broken by the rain, and regretted the original choice. In the choice of island and land, some people will choose temporary comfort, win a moment of pleasure. It is quite possible that before long, when the storm comes, the sea will engulf the island and engulf your life. There is another rare situation, after you choose the island, your life is easy and happy from then on, until your life is over, the wind and rain do not come. With all this said, you may sigh and complain that the universe is so unfair, but that doesn't change anything. People in more times still need to bear, bear the sun, bear the wind and rain, bear happiness, bear setbacks.
By amber brown3 years ago in Men
My fingers touched the
My fingers touched the black box in front of me, and through a slight coolness, I felt her temperature and heard her heartbeat. I'm still struggling to come to terms with it, but the choking smoke and the cries all around me fill my mind, forcing me to think about her at this ceremony. My father died of illness when I was three years old. Since then, my grandmother has become a kind of sustenance for my father in a subtle way. Remember grandma has a pair of big hands is always so generous and powerful, always can easily peel off my efforts but still difficult to do. Dried fruit. Her palms were dark, with deep lines, the result of long work. But every time her hand covered mine, it magically made me feel strong and warm. It is a feeling of peace, I often miss this peace of mind. Grandma can always tell a variety of unrepeated confuses, jokes, like what "hemp house, red curtains", always make me laugh. When she saw me smile, she laughed back, laughing until her face was wrinkled, laughing until her eyes were narrowed, laughing until she clapped her chest. That's enough laughing. One more. Keep laughing. So my mother often joked that Grandma would bring me up to be a crazy girl. Whenever her laughter into my ears, that simple and honest voice ah, is the world's most real. I often miss this truth. In Grandma's house, no matter what I do, when I look back, I will be able to meet Grandma's eyes, and through these eyes, I can feel inspired and trust. Her eyes had become a little cloudy with the passage of years, but I could always see flashes, as if I saw the kind of flicker of hope. Mother said, I am the hope of grandma's heart, I must study hard, later repay grandma...... That hope is mixed with love, and I often think of this love. A bow is a wish for the dead; Two bows, is respect for the dead; Three bows, is a deep yearning for the dead. At the end of the farewell ceremony, after my third bow, I dared not lift my body or my head again: tears filled my eyes and at last began to pour out; Thoughts filled the heart, the end is for a sigh......Childhood is beautiful, my childhood is cruel. Childhood is meant to be playful and carefree with friends. But I'm not happy at all. My childhood is limited no friends, no happiness, there is only loneliness and loneliness! Every time I look out the window, there are always a few people walking in groups on the way home. I was wondering when I could be one of them. As far as I can remember, I've never spoken to anyone. But one day there was a person in my life who changed my fate that day, I went to school after breakfast, on the way I was hit by a lovely little boy, the little boy hurriedly said sorry, I just smiled and went away. But then my jaw dropped when I found out that he was my mother's sister's child, and then I was even more surprised that he was going to live in my house and I actually said no but I was forced to say yes. I don't like the idea of spending the rest of my life with this guy. My little brother is sociable. He talks to me all the time. I just give him a smile. I clearly remember that it was a sunny morning, I was eating breakfast, little brother ran to me and said: sister, let's go to the playground. I did not speak, the little brother was happy to say not to speak is the default, I was ready to open his mouth but he has to prepare, in order not to hurt his young heart, I did not say anything more. And my little brother went to the playground, he insisted on pester me to ride the Ferris wheel with him, he knew I was afraid of heights ah. I still endure to play with him, the Ferris wheel that called a fear, scared my legs are weak, little brother seems to see what, called me to the side to do for a while. Unconsciously it was dark when my little brother and I went home, he was sleepy and fell asleep on my back, and I had to carry him home to look at my little brother sleeping on my back really sweet in my heart there is actually a sense of satisfaction. I now know that my childhood was happy!
By Tiffany Randle3 years ago in Men
