A short and meaningful article. Suitable for primary school students

Life comes and goes in a hurry. We were born in the laughter of our loved ones and left in the sadness and crying of our loved ones. We can't decide our own life or death, but we should be glad that we have this life.

People want to have a happy family all their lives and be happy every day. But in life, not everything goes well, and every day we will encounter all kinds of difficulties and troubles. People's life, how many helplessness, how many grievances encountered. But what's wrong with thinking that people will live a lifetime? The troubles and sorrows in the world, after decades of grievances, have all vanished. What else can't be solved and cooled?

People have such a life, and we should spend it happily. As long as we don't lose confidence in life and pursue our own ideals, as long as you work hard and be optimistic, you should react quickly, seize the opportunity and make decisive decisions, and you should have superhuman wisdom to complete your own life ideals, because life is short and time is like a sword, which makes every season of our life brilliant.

People have been here all their lives, so we can't come for nothing. So let's start with happiness! Do what you want to do and love the person you want to love. There are no perfect people in the world who do wrong, don't regret or complain. Fall down, get up and start over. How can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? I believe I will walk more steadily next time.

People come to this world in a hurry after such a life, and each of us really should have a goal to strive for. Call if you should, but you can't get what you want. Can we think about it from another angle: how many dreams and goals can't be realized at this moment? When we look up at these dreams that we can't achieve and look at these goals that we can't achieve, should we treat our failures with a normal heart? "I can't do whatever I want, but I have a clear conscience." As long as we try our best to do one thing, we should feel full and satisfied regardless of the result.

People should live a relaxed life all their lives. If you want to live an easy life, you must "remember what should be remembered, forget what should be forgotten, change what can be changed, and accept what cannot be changed." Only in this way can we live a brand-new self with personality!

People should not be too demanding and expect too much in life. If we pursue hard and still get nothing, we might as well think like this: since God doesn't care for me and won't let me stand out from the crowd, why should I insist? Others are famous, but mediocre. We might as well comfort ourselves like this: this is yours, you can't hide it; If it's not yours, you can't have it. Why should I try my best to possess something that doesn't belong to me? Money, power and reputation are not the most important things. The most important thing is to be kind to yourself. Even if you own the whole world, it will disappear with your death. If we think like this, we won't add those unnecessary troubles to ourselves.

People have such a life, and happiness is very important. Happy is also a day, unhappy is also a day, why force yourself to be unhappy? Yes, people live a lifetime like this, and they can't do anything wrong for a lifetime, and a broken heart can't heal for a lifetime. After today, there won't be another life today, and they won't look back for a second. Why don't we cherish the present, why do we desperately feel sorry for ourselves and regret it?

People should learn to master themselves all their lives. We can face it indifferently, or we can actively grasp it. When you can't see it, when you are proud of the spring breeze, when you are filled with indignation, when you are in deep pain, please think about it. Anyway, you are always lucky to have this life.

People live like this, there is no afterlife. So let's start with a smile! Happiness is the most important thing in a person's life.

Having a healthy body, doing what you like with a happy mood and fully realizing your own value is the greatest happiness in life.

Good times don't last long, and good flowers don't last long. Life is short, cherish it, treat it well and grasp it well! Cherish everyone around you, especially yourself!

Zhou: Kind, rich and noble.

If I were a philosopher and came to today's world, what would I miss most? It must be these six words: kindness, wealth and nobility.

I was shocked by people's indifference when I saw that hospitals refused poor people who could not afford expensive medical expenses and let critically ill patients die, that businessmen sold fake medicines and food, causing acute and chronic deaths, that mine accidents occurred frequently, that mine owners exchanged workers' lives for high profits, and that many murders occurred every day, often taking a life for a little money or a small reason.

Kindness, life's sympathy for life, what a common quality, is a rare thing today. Chinese and foreign philosophers believe that sympathy is the beginning of the difference between man and beast and the basis of all human morality. Without compassion, people are not people, and society is not a place for people to stay. How did man become a beast? It is because of the numbness and death of compassion that we can do all kinds of bad things and become fascists and terrorists. Kindness is the initial and final boundary between good people and bad people.

Seeing that many people today regard satisfying material desires as their sole goal in life, and that the whole life consists of making money and spending money, I am shocked by the poverty in people's hearts, so I miss being rich.

Abundance, the growth, flowering and fruition of people's spiritual ability, is the highest enjoyment given by God to the spirit of all things. Why do people abandon it like a treasure? Chinese and foreign philosophers believe that a rich mind is the real source of happiness, and spiritual happiness is far higher than physical happiness. God's gift is fair, and everyone's nature contains spiritual needs. After the survival demand is basically met, this demand should be awakened, and its satisfaction should become the main goal more and more. How do those who are always tossing in the utilitarian world, those who are never familiar with spiritual pleasures such as thinking, reading, solitude, artistic appreciation and spiritual creation, fail to live up to God's gifts, no matter how rich they are, how poor they have spent their lives?

Seeing that some people have no shame in order to get money and power, they can sell their dignity by hook or by crook, and then insult others' dignity by relying on their own money and power, I am shocked by the meanness of these people's souls, so I miss nobility.

Nobleness, once the most valued value in many times, is considered to be more important than life, but now it seems that few people mention it. Philosophers at all times and all over the world believe that people should have the dignity and basic principles of being human, which can't be violated under any circumstances. If they violate it, it means they don't treat themselves as people. Some people are like this now. They don't know what dignity is, treat others as human beings and bully and insult them at will. The fundamental reason is that they don't treat themselves as human beings. In fact, you can't see the slightest humanity in him. A noble person is characterized by great respect for others, and his self-esteem is fully reflected. Man's soul should be noble, and man should be a spiritual aristocrat. Isn't it the rich and powerful spiritual untouchables who are the most hateful and pathetic in the world?

I heard philosophers of all ages calling to people today: Man, you should have a kind heart, a rich heart and a noble soul, so that you can be worthy of the title of man and live in the world as a real person.

Kindness, richness and nobility-unforgettable qualities and human qualities. I hope more people will have them today.

The temperature of the egg

He is an inferior child, fifteen years old, thin and small, and his family is looked down upon by his classmates. His father sells fruit and his mother works as a shoemaker beside the school.

The other children are all rich children in this city, and their parents are very powerful. He is an exception. His father had no education and spent a lot of money to get him into this key middle school.

He was discriminated against from that day on. The clothes he wears are the worst. Other children wear brand-name clothes, and their schoolbags and pencil boxes cost hundreds of dollars. Some people laughed at his broken schoolbag. He once cried, but he didn't tell his parents, because he was afraid that his parents would be sad, because his mother insisted on buying him this schoolbag.

The best thing for him is Mr. Wu, who always encourages him and watches him smile. Miss Wu is young and beautiful, and many children like her.

Christmas is coming, and all the children bought the fruits of peace for the teachers, all in the biggest supermarket. There are snake fruit wrapped, navel orange wrapped and apple wrapped. A safe fruit costs ten yuan, dozens of dollars. He had no money and didn't want to ask his parents for money, so he cooked an egg at home and gave it to Mr. Wu.

He picked up the egg carefully and wrapped it in beautiful red paper. The student asked him, what did you pack? Why is it so small and ugly? He said, eggs, for teacher Wu.

Everyone laughed, and he bowed his head in inferiority. He thought, if you give it to the teacher, will the teacher laugh at him?

But I didn't expect Mr. Wu not only didn't laugh at him, but also said in front of the whole class, "Classmates, this is the most unusual gift that Mr. Wu received, which shows that this classmate is very creative." In fact, there is no need to buy any peace fruit for teachers. The teacher is very happy and excited to have this heart. "

He cried and felt that the teacher was really good to him. He always thought that poor children would be discriminated against and had no dignity, but the teacher gave him great encouragement. The teacher also told them a story: once upon a time, there was a little girl whose family was poor. She was a poor child. One day, her mother took her to give a gift to the principal and let the children transfer to this central primary school. Her mother gave the only old hen in the family to the headmaster, who was then the son of the village head. She explained her purpose to her mother and gave the old hen to the headmaster. The headmaster said, who wants this thing? We're so tired of eating old hens that we don't even like little Chai chickens.

That remark stabbed the little girl and her mother. They didn't go to uptown primary and secondary schools. The little girl is still in primary school in her village, but she knows that she has to work hard and get the first place in the exam every year. Finally, she was admitted to County No.1 Middle School with the first place in the town. Later, she was admitted to a normal school and taught in a primary school.

The children were very moved after hearing the story. Teacher Wu said that girl was me.

Hearing this, he had tears in his eyes. Unexpectedly, the teacher is also a poor child. The teacher gave a gift to others and was rejected! By contrast, how happy he is.

The teacher said, classmates, everyone should know that everyone has dignity, whether poor or rich, so is this egg the best gift the teacher has ever received?

Everyone clapped, and he lay on the table crying.

(Text/Xue Xiaochan)

Butterflies bagan

Some people say that Bagan looks like a girl: her pink face is covered with yellow fluff, and her eyes bend like a bow when she smiles.

His home is in Herretala Village, East Horqin, Inner Mongolia. Spring and summer are bleak, and summer is like grassland. On a large piece of green grass, yellow flowers bloom first, and six small petals stick to the ground, so the horse can't die. It was not until the cornflower failed that the lily of the valley bloomed. At this time, Bagan was busier than adults: he picked a lily of the valley, ran a few steps and squatted down, and then picked a red flame-like Sarilang flower. At that time, he was three or four years old, still wearing open-backed pants, and often showed two buttocks.

Mother said, "God made a mistake. How did Bagan become a boy? He is a prostitute. "

Mother told Bagan not to pick flowers, saying that they would hurt people. He dug up flowers and soil, watered them and took them everywhere. These places include boxes, behind radios and Westinghouse boots. In winter, dry and cracked mud balls with fingerprints and small flowers as dry as tobacco leaves can be found in the house.

Bagan's father Minshan was killed by a train. He lives with his mother and does farm work, such as cutting corn, with the help of his uncle Jiang Qibu. Big JIU is single and only has a 3-year-old snow horse. After mom died, my uncle moved in with Bagan.

Mom doesn't know what's wrong with her. In fact, Bagan doesn't know what "disease" is. Mother lay on the kang, doing nothing, covering her forehead with a folded blue wet towel. Many people came to visit her one after another, including an 80-year-old woman who had never seen her, a person wearing a ridiculous red trench coat, an old railway uniform and a person with white tape wrapped around her finger. These people brought snacks and their own tomatoes and took Qin Si Bi Lige's singing tapes, but my mother couldn't see them. Usually, instead of snacks, she will hold four plastic green hair clips in her hand in surprise.

"Bagan, take it to eat!" Mother pointed to the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's snack box and said, "Look at your eyes." . No matter when these people come in or leave, no matter how long they stare when they leave. Bagan sat on a small bench under the cabinet in the red room, weaving straw stalks and listening to adults, but he couldn't understand. Sometimes my mother talks to my uncle and drives Bagan out of the house. He eavesdropped, his mother cried beside him, but his uncle was speechless. Is this a "disease"?

In the evening, Bagan lies beside her mother. Mother touched two knobs on his head, looked at his ears and nose, and squeezed his chubby hand.

"Bagan, mom is leaving."

"Go there?"

"Where did mom go, she never came back."

Bagan sat up warily.

"Bagan, everyone will go out of town to a place one day. Isn't that what dad is like? "

Bagan asked, "So, where are you going?"

"You don't go anywhere, with big jiu. Hwa-Sung Do butterflies come to see you every summer after I leave. "

Become a butterfly? Mom is so amazing, why didn't you say anything before?

"Can I tell someone?" Bagan asked.

Mom shook her head. After a while, he said, "One day, the villagers came to our house and carried me away. I didn't speak or open my eyes at that time. Don't cry and don't call me. Can't I become a butterfly? "

"You can't talk when you become a butterfly?"

Mother lay nodding, tears extending from the corner of her eyes and flowing into her ears.

What she said is really accurate. One day, there were many people at home. Sanjay's grandmother took Bagan to Westinghouse and held him. Several people carried my mother out. Outside, someone lifted the gauze from her face. My mother's face is too white. People were in a hurry, and the rain boots were covered with mud. Uncle Jiang Qibu squatted down and held Bagan's trembling shoulder with his hand.

Since when has there been a severe drought in her hot Tara? Herdsmen believe that there will be no drought this year, but there will be drought every year. Sow when farming, there is no rain. The grass didn't grow well. The shepherd drove the sheep far away and still didn't have enough to eat, but he lost all the fat. Less grass and more sand, dig holes with your arms. The sand inside is wet and dark yellow, which can be kneaded into a ball. Several families in the village moved to places with good grasslands.

Bagan can't see so many flowers. In the past, the depressions were either dark green grass after rain, mushrooms and flowers. It's all sand now, and there are no butterflies in sight. They used to float on summer mornings, flying around like pieces of paper blown by the wind. How long will it take for mom to fly back to Heze Tara after she becomes a butterfly? If you are tired halfway, you may have to have a rest, in Tongliao or Zhengjiatun. Maybe it saw the clouds in the river and thought they were real clouds. It wanted to go in and sleep for a while, but it was washed away by the water.

After the Aobao Festival that year, Bagan pulled his uncle's carriage to pull fertilizer, and saw butterflies beside the Laiha River pumping station. It has a history of more than ten years. It jumped out of the carriage and ran after the purple butterfly. My uncle shouted:

"Bagan! Bagan! "

The shouts are getting farther and farther away. Butterflies fly on the sand dunes and then pass through a willow tree. It seems to be in the distance, and then it appears in front of you. Bagan did not move. Look, it's far away. Shine like leaves.

Later, the two of them moved to Naimantala, and my uncle gave rice to a Korean who was in the third grade of primary school.

The schools here are all big red brick tile houses with flagpoles for raising the national flag. The glass is intact and it is not cold in winter. There is a young volunteer in the school, female, blonde, named Wen Xiaoshan, from Hong Kong. Teacher Wen leads the children in the class to sing in the wild, light a bonfire and tell stories at night. Everyone likes her and countless good things in her bag: plastic gun portrait, nail polish, Mickey Mouse-shaped ballpoint pen, chewing gum, sparkling eye shadow and pictures of Tibetan antelope. There are many teachers for everything, and they are all in cowboy bags. She always carries this bag. If anyone behaves well-for example, she dares to read English words aloud, she will open her bag and reward him with something.

One afternoon, Mr. Wen brought a roll of wall charts and nailed them to the blackboard with thumbtacks.

"Students," Teacher Wen pointed to the picture, "What is this?"

"Butterfly." Everybody say.

The butterfly wings in the picture are open, the yellow wings have black edges, and the two tentacles are also black.

"What is this?"

"maggots."

"yes. What about this? " She pointed to something as sharp as a chestnut. "This is a pupa. Students, we see that the beautiful butterfly is actually a pupa. You don't look at maggots and pupae ugly, but after the butterfly changed ... "

"You talk nonsense!" Bagan stood up and pointed angrily at the teacher.

Teacher Wen paused and said, "Bagan, please raise your hand when you speak."

Bagan sat down and bit his lip.

"When will the pupa become a butterfly? In spring, the earth recovers ... "

Bagan rushed to the platform and bit Miss Wen's arm.

"hey!" Teacher Wen shouted, and the classroom was in chaos. Bagan let go of his mouth under the slap of District Jiabu. Teacher Wen held her arm and cried when she saw the bloody tooth marks. Bagan tore off the wall chart, tore it up and stepped on it. My nose is still bleeding. The button of District Jiabu's clothes was torn off, and several girls hugged each other in horror.

"Are you crazy?" The headmaster is here. Poked Bagan's forehead with his hand, and Bagan sat back on the ground. He picked up Bagan and poked it. "Crazy!" Bagan is sitting here again.

The headmaster apologized to Mr. Wen and blew off the tooth marks on her arm with his mouth. Uncle Jiang Qibu, who also apologized to Mr. Wen, brought a pet to Mr. Wen. After investigation, the headmaster learned that Bagan had not been bitten by a mad dog, so that Teacher Wen should not be afraid. However, Bagan was fired.

One night, Mr. Wen came to Bagan's house, carrying which bag. She asked Uncle Jiang Qibu and Huang Gou to go out for a while. She wanted to talk to Bagan alone.

"Son, you must have a heart." Teacher Wen knelt down and reached out with a bandaged hand to touch Bagan's face. "Tell the teacher what's wrong?"

Butterfly? Butterflies fly from far away, maybe Xilin Gol grassland, where grandma's home is. Butterflies drink water from the petals of Surilang, then wash their faces and fly. Fly after sunset. Under the starry sky, the butterfly looks like an elf. It may be white or purple. ...

"What does this butterfly remind you of? Children. "

Bagan shook his head.

Teacher Wen sighed. She took out a pair of white sneakers from her bag-leather and blue shoelaces-and gave them to Bagan.

Bagan shook his head. His yellow rubber shoes are worn out, and the canvas is showing meat. He had no shoelaces, so he tied them from the soles of his feet to the instep with hemp rope.

Teacher Wen put the new shoes on the kang, and Pu Gan grabbed them and stuffed them into his bag.

Teacher Wen walked out of the door and saw Jiang Qibu's simple and pitiful smiling face, so he looked at Bagan. She said, "Butterflies are beautiful. Bagan, I hope I didn't hurt you. Go to school. "

Bagan returned to school.

Bagan became a celebrity in Qi No.1 Middle School when he was in the first grade. Won the third place in the mathematics competition for middle school students in the autonomous region and became the winner of Shaw Scholarship.

During the summer vacation, the group organized outstanding students to go to Qingdao Summer Camp, including Bagan. Qingdao is good, the house is built from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, the roof is red, the beach is as white as other flour, and the sea water rushes ashore and goes back.

On the last day of the summer camp, I visited Huanghai College: the outer wall of the building was covered with ivy, and the ground was covered with grass except the road, which was greener than the grassland. The chairs in the dining room are all fixed, so it won't make a sound if you rub your ass against the chairs. Please help yourself to your plate. You can bring chicken wings, roasted rape and prawns to your seat. After eating, throw the iron plate into a big red plastic bucket.

After dinner, they visited the biology museum.

Like whale skeletons, mammoth teeth, owls and foxes on board, Bagan thinks this is actually a zoo, but the animals don't move. Of course, the fish is moving, swimming tirelessly like a fish in colorful clothes, with lights in the background. Finally, they came to the insect specimen room.

Butterfly! The big glass cabinet is full of butterflies, big like bean leaves, small like tie buttons, and some butterflies have round eyes on their wings. Bagan's heart was pounding. With a wooden stick, the female teacher talked about the little gray butterfly in Xishuangbanna, the monarch butterfly in Mexico and the butterfly in Cheng Yan Canyon ... Bagan walked out of the house and leaned against the wall.

Butterfly: What's here? Is it because Qingdao has the sea? Her hot Tara and Neimantara haven't had butterflies for many years. The butterfly is lost. They flew to the seaside, but they couldn't fly forward. They fall on the rocks, just like flowers blooming on the rocks.

The man from the summer camp came out and no one found him. Bagan saw the female teacher with a stick. He went over and bowed. The teacher nodded and looked at the child wearing a red hat that said "Zhelimu League".

Bagan took out the money and coins wrapped in a handkerchief and held them in front of her: "Teacher, please let them go!" " "

"Let them go and let them fly back to the grassland."

"Put what?"

"Butterfly."

The female teacher was surprised and smiled. Seeing Bagan in tears, she stopped laughing, took his hand into the room and looked at him without saying a word.

Bagan was silent for a while, and all the words came out. Mother was carried out, it was raining outside, and Sanjay's grandmother covered his eyes with her hand. Does everyone have to go somewhere eventually? Do you want to be a thing?

The female teacher wiped her tears with a handkerchief. Wait for Bagan to finish. She took out a wooden box from the cupboard: "What's your name?"

"Bagan"

"This is for you." There is a beautiful butterfly in the crystal of the female teacher's hand, purple and inlaid with gold. "It's the purple butterfly in Kunshan." She put the crystal plate in a wooden box and gave it to Bagan. Her eyes are red and her nose is a little red. She said: "Good things will never disappear, not in this life, but in the next life. We believe in it and accept it. This is Bagan's butterfly. "

Someone outside the window shouted, "Bagan, where are you?" The bus is leaving ... "