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My grandma Bing Xin.

Bing Xin, a master of contemporary literature and a century-old man, has long since left us. She has enjoyed her love for others all her life, and has integrated into this world and will never leave us. Grandma Bing Xin told us countless magical and beautiful stories all her life. Let's read the magical and beautiful story that happened to grandma Bing Xin.

Grandma Bing Xin is smart and studious since she was a child, and especially likes listening to stories. To encourage her to study hard, her teacher said to her, "Xiao Ying, do your homework now. When your homework is finished, I will tell you a story. " Her teacher has a romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Xiao Bingxin can't put it down. Although she doesn't know many words, she studies listening to stories harder.

Sometimes the teacher can't tell her stories because of something, so she reads them by herself, but she doesn't know many words in the book. What should she do? There's really nothing she can do, but sometimes she can really get it right! Her mother was distressed to see her like this. She thinks she is still so young that studying hard will hurt her brain. So she tried her best to persuade her to go out to play, but Xiao Bing Xin just wouldn't go. When my mother saw that the soft ones were not good, she played hardball and hid all the books she usually liked to read. But Xiao Bingxin seems to have some kind of magic. She can always find the books hidden by her mother. But in order to avoid her mother's scolding, she always looks at it secretly, sometimes even when she takes a shower. Grandma Bing Xin's spirit of loving learning is worth learning.

Speaking of which, I remembered a little poem by Grandma Bing Xin:

The flower of success, people only marvel at her present brilliance, but at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.

This poem tells us that people only admire the beauty of a beautiful flower when it blooms, but they don't realize how many hardships and great sacrifices she experienced when she was in bud.

It reminds me of myself. I remember the last time I went to my cousin's house to play, and I saw her playing the erhu, which seemed very intoxicated. I was curious, so I asked her to teach me. After she taught me several times, I still can't. She smiled and said, "Sister, it is not easy to learn to play the erhu!" When I heard this, I was furious and said to her, "Are you not the only one?" What's the big deal? Hum, I don't want to learn yet, cut! "I heard that, my cousin a face of innocence. She didn't expect her jokes to annoy me so much. ...

On second thought, it's still my fault. My cousin has been playing erhu for a long time, and she has made so much effort to get such a result, and I think she can succeed without any effort. This is really ridiculous. Now, after reading this little poem by Grandma Bing Xin, I really understand that only those who have experienced many hardships will succeed!