Life is also a story

1. Write an article based on real stories in life

Life stories

Life has ups and downs, successes and failures, just like a song , singing about various aspects of life.

When I was a child, I always liked to imitate the characters in TV series and recite poems while shaking my head. What I often talked about was "The beauty of the peach is shining brightly", or "The so-called beauty is on the side of the water." ".

I also forgot where I learned it, and I read these two sentences all day long. My mother was so happy that she took me to the bookstore and bought a copy of "Three Hundred Tang Poems". I was told to memorize one song a day. At the beginning, I was very excited. I thought reciting poems was very interesting. I could recite each poem three or four times by heart. My parents were also ecstatic and hugged me happily.

But later on I spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. I memorized a song when I was happy and threw it away when I was unhappy. My parents taught me many times. , but being playful, I didn’t take it seriously.

That day, my mother’s classmate brought her daughter to the house as a guest. Her daughter recited Tang poems fluently, which made her mother clap her hands and praise her. Naturally, I felt uncomfortable, so I left in a depressed mood.

After they left, I pouted and walked out of the room gloomily. But my mother laughed and said to me: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?

The girl who wrote the essay just now is only one year older than you. The reason why she can recite so many poems is It’s all the result of others’ accumulation. You are no worse than her, but you don’t have the perseverance.” “Then how can I compare to her?” I asked curiously. "Over time!" My mother only answered me with four words, but it left a profound 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 complain about me, nor did she criticize me. She always encouraged me during that time and gradually gained my confidence.

Thinking about it now, my mother’s actions at that time really benefited me a lot. It would be too fragile for me to be unable to bear a small setback. On the road to success, it will naturally not be smooth sailing. There will be huge rocks blocking the road, which will make you temper yourself. This journey is both experience and growth.

But I don’t want to be polished off by life and become a person like everyone else. Having personality and daring to innovate will become my goal. I remember a saying: "You have sweated all the way, and may you be young and have no regrets." Indeed, life can only be rewarding if you struggle. You don’t want to reach the sky in one step. You just want to be down-to-earth, chase your dreams, let your youth leave no regrets, and let yourself shine!

2. Fairy tales of life

After lunch, the children sat around me as usual and asked me to tell stories. On a whim, I told Wang Hailong today The stories of being polite when coming to the kindergarten in the morning, giving toys to other children during games, and Longlong picking up Xiao Feifei after he had a fall during outdoor activities were incorporated into the story.

The children listened very carefully and seemed very excited. After finishing speaking, I asked everyone: "Children, do you like Longlong?" The children told me in unison: "Yes", and at the same time they all looked at Longlong with envy, and Longlong raised his head proudly. "Then what do you like about him?" Shan Yufei said: "He wiped Xiao Feifei's tears." Shiyi said: "He gave the toys to other children to play with." Fang Fei said: "He called the teacher in the morning, Good morning, Auntie."... Following the children's answers, I told them: "Longlong is usually a good child who is polite, willing to play with toys with everyone, and also likes to help others, so the teacher included him in the story. . Do you like the teacher to include you in the story?" When the children heard this, they suddenly burst into laughter and shouted together, asking me to include them in the story.

From that day on, during the one-day teaching, I observed the children's words and deeds more carefully. As long as I found a child who performed well, I would incorporate him into the story.

The children all like it very much and are vying to be a good child. Everyone wants to be in my story. Later, I tactfully told everyone about some of their bad behaviors and habits in the form of stories, so that the children knew what they needed to correct.

Weaving children's lives into stories makes me deeply realize that children are so innocent and cute. The form of fairy tales not only adds to the fun of life, but also makes children Get a more effective education in a relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere.

3. A collection of touching stories in life

1. Time passes without a trace. When we look back suddenly and look through our hearts, there are always memories that leave a deep impression on our lives. The deep traces cannot be forgotten. Whenever we pick it up, there is always a long-lost impulse in our hearts. This is touching.

In fact, in the long river of life, there is touching existence at every moment. The caring eyes of your parents and the haggard backs of your parents are a lifelong touch; a friend’s letter and a blessing message are a heart-warming touch; when you are thirsty, your colleague brings you a glass of water, which is a touch; when you are tired, your daughter Giving you a pat on the back is touching; watching a couple with white hair supporting each other towards the end of the road in the sunset is also touching...

Touching is everywhere. On the streets of Manhattan, New York, a little girl stood under a tree and refused to leave. It turned out that she was waiting for the last leaf to fall in autumn. The child is innocent, and she will be moved by an ordinary natural change.

However, in the rush of travel, most people are tempered by life and begin to become rough and indifferent. They are unwilling to stop and listen to the tones of the soul, let alone recall the touching things that bring to the soul. of comfort. For a while, I seemed to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. I am busy working and studying all day long, either sitting in front of the computer typing or sorting out information. A friend reminded me: Ye Zi, get away from the computer, take a break, and do some exercise! Simple words warmed my tired heart and melted my cold heart. When I encountered something unpleasant in life, I became irritable, depressed, and even couldn't help crying. Then my friend told me: Crying doesn't mean you are weak, it just relieves your inner unhappiness. Cry! At that moment, I was moved and moved by my friend's simple words. Then I began to change myself, and tried to care for others. Maybe it was just a look, maybe just a word, but others got happiness from me, warmth from me, and a touching smile in return. At that moment, I suddenly understood that happiness and care can be contagious to each other.

What is touching? Maybe a thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Perhaps, being moved is a cool breeze in summer, a warm sun in winter, a refreshing sweet spring, or a cup of fragrant hot tea... With being moved, our The mind begins to become bright, spacious, and pure.

To be moved is not simply to shed tears, not to feel sad superficially, but to be an inner feeling, the resonance of the soul between people. When you move others, you will also move yourself. So friends, when you feel lonely in your heart, please spare a little time to reflect on the touching moments that you can't forget again and again! At that moment, your spiritual home will be filled with beautiful flowers. And guide you forward.

2. The rapeseed flowers are yellow everywhere and the wheat seedlings are green everywhere. It is the best time for spring outing. After receiving countless calls from my parents, I finally made up my mind to go back to my hometown for a spring outing and visit my parents. My hometown is becoming more and more blurred in my memory. Except for the old people who stayed behind, almost all the other young adults in the small village went out to work. It was only lively for a few days during the Spring Festival. After staying at home for a few days, I stuffed my parents' concerns and local specialties from my hometown into big bags and small bags like a Japanese raider. After returning home with a full load, I once again persuaded my parents to sell their old house in the country and live in the city, but they were reluctant to leave the small village where they had lived for decades.

My parents rushed to carry large and small bags and insisted on sending me to the small station at the entrance of the village to wait for the bus. The small station no longer had the excitement and busyness of my childhood. It was said to be a small station, but in fact it was just a small station. Two old houses with red bricks and blue tiles stand alone on the roadside, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life. One house is a small shop, selling some snacks and groceries that rural people cannot live without. The waiting room.

My parents have been talking to me all the time, and they are all about working hard, respecting the leadership, having a good relationship with colleagues, and being more accommodating to my wife. How can a couple live together without some bumps in the road? I listened to it over and over again, and the more I listened, the more annoyed I became, but I couldn't show it at all for fear of making them sad, so I had to listen patiently, while my eyes searched around the small station, trying to find where I left my childhood. The joy and laughter, but I was disappointed again. Those beautiful years can only be found in memory and bloom in dreams.

Aunt Six came to the small station when I was looking around for the shadow of my childhood. In my memory, Aunt Six's husband, Liu Gen, accidentally fell into the water and died while transporting green manure for the production team. At a young age, she never married again for fear of wronging her son, so she raised her son Liang Zi by herself. Thirty years passed by quietly like this, and Liangzi became the pride of his sixth aunt and our village. After graduating from college, he started working as a technician in the township. He has been going smoothly, marrying a wife and having children in the city, and now he is a resident of Linxian County. The top leader of a township. Because I was a small reporter in the newspaper office, and I was a fellow villager and alumnus, he invited me to drink several times, and I wrote several articles expressing my merit for him and published them in the city newspaper in return, so the two of us We have been playing well and calling each other brothers.

The big and small bags on Aunt Six's tricycle attracted me. Aunt Six told me with a smile, "Liang Zi is coming back today!" After saying that, I wiped the sweat on my head with my sleeve and asked Liang Zi. Now that you've come back, why are you bringing all the big and small bags here by tricycle? In my impression, Aunt Six's family lives at the eastern end of the village, seven or eight miles away from the small station.

"Liang Zi is too busy. I haven't seen him for three months and four days. He is so busy with work! I called back today and went to a nearby township to check on the work. I will come back and take a look. , I didn’t get home. I brought him the eggs, salted duck eggs, pickled vegetables he had loved since childhood, a few pots of soybean oil, and two quilts, which were warm with the new cotton from the ground last year.” /p>

"I am content just looking at him, but I wonder if he has lost weight? He has been busy all day long!"

My heart was startled, and a warm current surged up in my heart. I feel so pitiful for the parents in the world.

Aunt Six continued talking, completely immersed in the joy of seeing her son soon. As she was talking, the phone in the store rang. Aunt Six walked over and asked the person who answered the phone. Did Zhang's father call Liang Zi? When he learned that it was not Liang Zi, he laughed first, "Look, look! He's back, why am I in such a hurry!"

"I wonder if my grandson is taller? Alas! Children nowadays have so much homework! He is so small and carries such a heavy schoolbag. My grandson is naughty and playful. He is always beaten by his mother. How old is he? My child!”

The phone *** rang again, and Aunt Six returned to her tricycle in disappointment. My nose couldn't help but feel a little sore. I looked back at my parents who were busy sorting out my big and small bags. Only then did I realize that my parents were much older than when I came home during the Spring Festival. My mother had a lot more white hair on her head and waist. He also bowed harder.

The phone in the tuck shop rang again, but this time Aunt Six did not move. She just looked at Father Zhang expectantly. Father Zhang told Aunt Six that Secretary Liang would not be back today. There was someone in the village. An emergency meeting is about to be held. Aunt Six was stunned for a moment, muttering to herself with disappointment on her face, "It was agreed! It was agreed! Why did it change again? Alas! You can't help your mother when you grow up!"

The corners of my eyes are a little moist. Aunt Six pushed the tricycle with some difficulty on the familiar path. Her figure became farther and farther away in my blurred vision, but I clearly heard her sighs.

I quietly walked to the side and dialed Liang Zi’s mobile phone, "Liang Zi! Your mother is looking forward to your coming home!"

"Oh! Forget it, you are always nagging me You want me to go home and let her go to the city but she won't come..."

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

"I said it casually, but she took it seriously. I really don't want to go back. What's the point of going back."

"I was singing and dancing with Director Huang of the Municipal Civilization Office at happy hour There's karaoke in the hall! Where are you? Can't you come over to play?" "You bastard!" I turned off the phone.

3. When turning the book, a ginkgo leaf slipped quietly.

I bent down and picked it up, and I was surprised to find that it was given to me by my classmate when I graduated from junior high school. On the back, it said "Cherish it, friend!" I don't remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but it was just Now, there are already tear marks on the withered leaves. I remembered that there is another kind of mood in this world called touching.

For a long time, I seem to have forgotten the feeling of being moved. Is my heart already indifferent, or is my heart so filled with irrelevant things that there is no space?

A friend once wrote to me this sentence: "The reason why we passed each other was not because we were not destined to meet each other, but because there were two words missing in our lives - touching." Indeed, we As a result, our hearts are no longer sensitive, and we no longer carefully collect the slightest touches around us. Only when we miss it and look back, do we realize that we have really lost a lot.

There are always people complaining that there are fewer and fewer touching things in this world. However, as long as we calm down and think about it, you will find that we are actually moved all the time and everywhere.

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we are touched by a word of comfort; when we are happy, we are touched; It is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; it is touching to receive a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf...

People, how many ordinary people are touched every day Things are touching! Perhaps it is sometimes their mundanity that makes us blind to them. There is a saying: "The reason why a person is moved is because he lives in love." There is love in the world of mortals, and there is affection in the world. Why should we let mediocrity blind our eyes and prevent us from feeling the feeling of being moved?

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Touch is like refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

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

Touching, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.

In fact, such a simple touch is all around us, but we never pay attention to it.

Friends, please get your heart out of the mire ***! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that is enough to make us recall a lifetime

4. Asking for inspirational stories in life

First time attending a parent-teacher conference, a kindergarten teacher Said: "Your son has ADHD and can't even sit on the bench for three minutes. You'd better take him to the hospital for a checkup."

On the way home, her son asked her what the teacher had said. Something, her nose felt sore and she almost shed tears. Because among the 30 children in the class, he was the only one with the worst performance. Only towards him, the teacher showed disdain. However, she still told her son: "The teacher praised you and said that the baby could not sit on the bench for a minute before, but now he can Sit for three minutes. Other mothers are very envious of my mother because only the baby in the class has improved.

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That night, her son ate two bowls of rice for the first time and did not let her feed him.

Her son is in elementary school. At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher said: "This math test , there are 50 classmates in the class, and your son ranks 40th. We suspect that he has some intellectual disabilities. You'd better take him to the hospital for a check-up. "

On the way back, she shed tears. However, when she returned home, she said to her son sitting at the table: "The teacher has full confidence in you." He said, you are not a stupid kid. As long as you are more careful, you will surpass your deskmate. This time your deskmate is ranked 21st. "

When he said this, he found that his son's dim eyes were suddenly filled with light, and his depressed face suddenly relaxed. She even found that her son was so docile that she was surprised, as if he had grown up. A lot. The next day, she went to school earlier than usual.

She sat in her son’s seat for another parent-teacher meeting, waiting for the teacher to call her son’s name. Because at every parent-teacher meeting, her son's name was always mentioned among the poor students. However, this time it was beyond her expectation. She was a little unhappy until the end. She was used to it, so she asked her teacher before leaving. The teacher told her: "Based on your son's current grades, it is a bit dangerous to take the exam for a key high school." "

She walked out of the school gate with surprise. At this time, she found her son waiting for her. On the way, she held her son's shoulders and felt an indescribable sweetness in her heart. She told her son: "The head teacher said: You are very satisfied. He said that as long as you work hard, you have a good chance of getting into a key high school. "

She graduated from high school. When the first batch of college admission notices were issued, the school called her son to come to school. She had a premonition that her son was admitted to Tsinghua University because when he applied for the exam, , she told her son that she believed he could get into this university.

Her son came back from school and handed an express mail with the words Tsinghua University Admissions Office in her hand, and suddenly turned around. I ran to my room and cried loudly, and said while crying: "Mom, I know I am not a smart child, but you are the only one in this world who can appreciate me..."

At this time, She was filled with sorrow and joy, and could no longer hold back the tears that had accumulated in her heart for more than ten years, and let them fall on the envelope in her hand...

5. Touching stories in life

1. Mothers without Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day, I walked around the mall a few times, and all the sisters found their favorite gifts for their mothers. Only I was still following them stupidly. Behind him, his hands were empty. "Xiao Jiang, buy a gift for your mother and send it back! "Sister Cao said to me while holding a bouquet of beautiful carnations. I looked at her and shook my head blankly.

My mother is an honest and responsible rural woman. She has never had any free time since I can remember. Working in the mountains and fields and taking care of the children were all part of her life. In order for us to go to school, the family was heavily in debt. My mother lived frugally and did not wear a single new piece of clothing. What I remember most is that she was looked down upon and ridiculed by others. During the years when we sisters were in school at the same time, every time we came home on weekends, we could always see the look of helplessness and joy in my mother’s eyes because the debts we owed were increasing, and most of them were unpaid. It was very difficult to borrow money from others. Later, my relatives and friends became alienated. More and more people came to ask for debts, and their words became more and more unpleasant. They were angry that she had money to support our education but had no money to repay the debt. : "Don't worry, the money I borrowed will be returned to you. I have four small banks. "When the second sister was admitted to college, neighbors, relatives and friends superficially celebrated, but privately made sarcastic remarks: "What's so strange about today's universities? As long as you have money, you can study anywhere you want." "What's the use of studying? Graduation from college doesn't include distribution." "My mother said to my second sister, "It doesn't matter whether they are assigned or not, as long as you study hard, you will be successful one day. "In rural areas, as long as there is one student in a family, the family will be in a state of chaos. Our four sisters, except me, all went to college. My mother said that the debt is worth it.

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Now, the second sister has been admitted to the civil service, and the third sister has also gone to Shenzhen for internship. Only the youngest sister is still in her sophomore year, but the three of us can afford her education. Tuition and fees are paid. Mom could have breathed a sigh of relief, but she still valued every penny. If we buy her something during the holidays, she won't be happy and blames us for spending money. Mom is a strong person. She hopes that we will save every penny to pay off the debts owed by our family as soon as possible, so that her waist, which is bent by heavy debts, can be straightened out as soon as possible. Mom said, whatever you want to buy for me, wait until the debt is paid off. And until now, we have not paid off the debt. Therefore, she would not accept the clothes we bought her even for her birthday. During the Chinese New Year last year, the second sister bought her a 180 yuan jacket. She was afraid that she would feel distressed and deliberately deceived her into paying only 50 yuan. Not long after, she actually resold the clothes for 50 yuan to others. In the city, people of my mother's age are recuperating at home. Every time I see those women on the street performing Yangko and playing waist drums, I can't help but use a ruler to measure the distance between my mother who is still working hard in the fields and them, and I deeply understand the difficulty of mothers in the countryside.

It’s better to call your mother and give her verbal congratulations! I picked up the phone and pressed the familiar number. After dialing the phone, I felt my voice trembling: "Mom, today is Mother's Day, I wish you a happy holiday!" My mother listened to me explain for a long time before she figured out the meaning of this holiday. She laughed and said: "City people are There are so many things about Mother’s Day, we have never heard of it in the countryside. Anyway, I will be your mother any day! As long as you are happy, I will be happy every day!”

Tears welled up like a flood! Out of my eyes. I silently bless the mothers who are working in the countryside in my heart, and also bless all the mothers in the world who do not have Mother's Day.

2. Father’s Tears

This article is selected from the second half of December 2006 issue of Story Club. If you need to reprint, please indicate the source. Author: Wang Hao, thanks to Yipin Story Network The author provides wonderful stories.

Walter's seven-year-old son got into the bad habit of stealing, and he tried every means to make his son repent. During an argument, a desperate Walter gave his son a loud slap in the face. The son covered his face and stood there in shock. His father had never laid a finger on him before. Later, Walter returned to the room uneasily, his face full of tears. Whether it was heartache, regret or something else, he couldn't tell clearly. But what is surprising is that the son never stole anything again, the father and son reconciled, and the family returned to the joy of the past.

Many years later, the son and mother recalled this significant past event. The son asked: "Mom, do you know why I stopped stealing things from then on?" "Of course," the mother said with a smile, "because your father beat you."

"No !" The son replied, "It's because daddy was crying."

Indeed, the tears of relatives have magical power, which can change sins and cleanse the soul.

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6. Real life (true stories)

Believe in your own knowledge, he He's not worthy of being your friend. Maybe he framed her just to want you to leave. Ignore this kind of person.

7. Little stories in life, a bit philosophical

(1) Stupid Bird

Today, at the window of an uninhabited house, An unknown bird always visits on time every day. Looking from a distance, we can see it standing on the window sill, banging its head against the glass window, and then always being knocked back to the window sill; but it persists, I would bump into him for about ten minutes every day, then fall back to the window sill and leave immediately. People were very curious and speculated that it was probably trying to get into the room. Next to the window sill where the bird was standing, another window was wide open, so they concluded that it was a big stupid bird.

Until one day, a good person brought a telescope, and everything came to light: the window glass was covered with the corpses of little flying fireflies, and the birds were eating them to their heart's content.

Everyone was in an uproar. People always like to impose their way of thinking on others and are self-righteous.

(2) Destiny

One day, the messenger of God came to the world. He met an eminent monk who was divining the future of two children. He saw the eminent monk pointing at one of the children. He said "number one scholar", then pointed at another child and said "beggar".

Twenty years later, the messenger of God came to the world again and saw the two children before. The result puzzled him: the original "number one scholar" has now become a beggar, and the original "beggar" has become a beggar. Became the number one scholar.

So the messenger went to ask God.

God said: "The talent I give to each person only determines one-third of his destiny, and the rest depends on how he grasps it."

Life is like this... …

(3) Quiet

Someone asked two painters a question, the title was "Quiet", asking them to each draw a painting expressing the same theme.

The first painter drew a lake. The surface of the lake was very calm, like a mirror. He also drew some distant mountains and flowers and plants by the lake, so that they were reflected in the water.

The second painter painted a rushing waterfall. There is a small tree next to the waterfall. There is a bird's nest on a branch of the tree. There is a bird in the bird's nest. The bird is sitting quietly. Sound sleep.

People naturally say that the second painter painted brilliantly because he truly understood the meaning of tranquility; while the lake surface painted by the first painter was quiet, but it was just a pool of stagnant water.

The same is true in life.

Many times, life requires us to maintain a quiet mind. However, if the heart is like the surface of a lake, it will inevitably harbor dirt and become distorted. The bird is different. It can sleep peacefully beside the rushing waterfall. It must be high-minded, recharge its batteries, and wait for opportunities to fly.

Being able to maintain a calm mind even in the busy city, not being arrogant about success and not discouraged by failure, being obedient and not relying on disobedience and not regretting is the great state of life.

4) Please do not open the wrong window

A girl was lying on the window sill of her bedroom. What she saw was that her neighbor was burying a puppy. This puppy was so cute, and the little girl often played with it. Seeing the tragic death of the puppy, the little girl couldn't help but burst into tears and was filled with grief. When her grandfather saw this, he took the little girl to another room and opened another window. Looking out from this window, it was a rose garden with bright sunshine and fragrant flowers and birds. The little girl's worries were swept away, and her mood suddenly became cheerful.

The old man lovingly said to his granddaughter: "My child, you opened the wrong window."

In the journey of life, don't we often open the wrong "window"?

(5) Busy

A lumberjack found a job in a lumber factory. The pay was good and the working conditions were good. He cherished it and was determined to work hard.

On the first day, the boss gave him a sharp ax and designated a logging area for him. On this day, the worker cut down 18 trees, and the boss said: "Well done!" The worker was a little complacent: the next day, he worked harder, but only cut down 15 trees: the third day, he worked harder, but Only 10 trees were cut down.

The worker felt very ashamed and went to the boss to apologize, saying that he didn’t know what was wrong and his strength seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

The boss asked: "When was the last time you sharpened an axe?"

"Grinding an axe?" The worker said in surprise: "I am busy cutting trees every day, how can I have time to sharpen an axe?" Ax? ”