It's not easy to write portraits.

It's not easy to write a photo. More than 500 words 1 A person should persist in doing things, just like running a marathon. It is not easy to reach the finish line.

At that time, I ran a marathon for the first time, but I was confident. Just like an old runner, rubbing his hands and waiting to run. "Bang" with the sound of the starting gun, I rushed forward desperately. I walked gently, like a cheerful deer running on the runway. I proudly passed one runner after another in the crowd. But gradually, my physical strength is exhausted, my pace is getting heavier and heavier, and my breathing is getting faster and faster. My legs sink like lead. Unconsciously, I fell behind.

Watching one runner after another pass by me, my heart is full of anxiety, helplessness and despair, but at this moment, I am exhausted. How much I want to stop by the side of the road to have a rest, but my inner sense of honor has hit me again and again, so let me stick to it and continue to rush forward.

At this moment, I am faced with a difficult choice: stop or not stop. When my heart is struggling in reason, there is a voice in my heart: "Hold on!" " "Yes, I can only succeed if I insist! I struggled to hold on! I have left everything behind. In my heart, in my eyes, in my heart, there is only one thought: hold on! I rushed forward desperately, although my legs could hardly swing mechanically, although my skirt was soaked with sweat. In a daze, I seem to see the finish line ahead.

Finally, I crossed the finish line. Although my grades were not outstanding, I at least persisted. At this moment, I realized that it is really not easy to reach the finish line. It's really not easy to stick to it!

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. It's really not easy to stick to your original heart and never stop in the direction of your dreams.

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When I was a child, I watched a pianist in a black evening dress walk onto the stage. At the moment when the music started, tadpole-like symbols turned into jumping notes and formed a perfect movement rhythmically, which made me deeply intoxicated. From then on, I secretly made up my mind to learn piano.

After learning the piano, I realized that the piano is not so simple and easy. Even a seemingly simple track needs to be practiced, consolidated and improved over and over again. ...

The piano team competition is the truest proof. The teacher asked me to prepare a brand-new track, but there are only two days before the race. I was very surprised and confused when I heard this. In the face of this almost impossible task, I also know that without the baptism of difficulties and setbacks, how can there be joy of success!

So, I began to practice all the time, fingering, rhythm, wrong, start again, until my fingers are sore, I will stick to it. Continue again and again, insist again and again. ...

On the day of the competition, it finally paid off, and I have mastered this song skillfully. When I confidently stepped onto the stage and opened the music score, those strange symbols, like alien words, had already disappeared, replaced by those beautiful and dancing notes. They are like my old friends and confidants, who know each other so well and have witnessed the fruits of my unremitting efforts. Under the stage, the teacher also agreed. And the three gold-plated characters on the bright red certificate-the first prize-are the perfect praise for me.

Today, I am still making unremitting efforts towards my deep dream. I have participated in such competitions many times, but only that one is the most unforgettable. Because it tells me with facts: "How can a rainbow be ushered in without experiencing wind and rain"?

On this dream road called piano, I will keep forging ahead and never stop.

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. In our life, there are many things that are not easy, for example, it is not easy to finish homework, to write a good article, to improve scores, and even to play a good game. And affected by the epidemic, many things that are usually very simple have become difficult. For example, shopping.

Wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, and our family decided to have a big meal at noon. I am very happy, but there are not many dishes at home, so I have to go out and buy them. I didn't want to go because I was bored and didn't want to wear a mask, but my mother said I was going to exercise. I had no choice but to put on a mask and go with my mother.

I ride a bike and my mother rides an electric car. Before a fork in the road, we turn left and right. I asked her, "Isn't this far for you?" Why don't you go my way? "But she told me that the south gate was blocked and she had to go to the east gate. I was very surprised, but I had to make a detour. This is really not easy!

I left the east gate, but the road here is long and empty. I just feel chilly, and I have to always pay attention to the blind spot of vision, for fear of suddenly jumping out of a person or a car. Don't mention how difficult it is!

It is even harder to go back to the community after buying vegetables. In order not to go back, we have to take a longer detour. I don't care whether it's cold or not when I get to that wide avenue. Anyway, I just rushed and couldn't wait to teleport home immediately. As a result, I forgot my key card and couldn't get in until my mother came.

At home, I can finally take off my mask. After a while, delicious food is ready. Looking at the table in front of me, I can't help but blurt it out. It's not easy!

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. There is a pavilion on the hill behind my house. According to my parents, there is a temple on the top of the mountain, which is a coincidence. Buy a prayer symbol on the pavilion and pray sincerely in the temple, and your wish will come true.

I am curious and beg my father to take me. I am eager to see pavilions and magical temples. Dad said: I said first, the pavilion is at the top of the mountain. It takes at least an hour to climb. At that time, I only knew that I was going to the top of the mountain. I felt that my father was challenging me, so I was more confident to stick to it.

So, my mountaineering trip began.

At the foot of the mountain, looking up, I can only see a piece of sky, and a few stone shadows with plaster are faintly exposed outside. I feel from the bottom of my heart that this mountain is so high! But the thought of that pavilion makes me full of energy! I finally climbed halfway up the mountain, and the surrounding area was desolate. Cluster after cluster of old trees, short and small, are very eye-catching, unlike flowers at the foot of the mountain. There are only a few sparse grasses here, and occasionally a touch of white flowers flashes into the line of sight, which is just a flash in the pan.

Sweat wet my back, and I only felt that the sky shook, but I felt a voice in my heart: It's really not easy. Xu Lai, cool breeze, eliminated my fever and syncope. I plucked up my courage, gritted my teeth and went to that dream place.

Very not easy, almost to the top of the mountain, eagerly looking around, only to find that dad is gone! I'm scared, and I'm scared. I always feel cold in my back and walk around in a hurry, but the mountain is too high to see anyone.

Walking, surprisingly, there are neither flowers nor Cang Shu at the foot of the mountain. The terrain here is flat and open, and the two bougainvillea at the door are particularly dazzling. Where is a pavilion here? I didn't even see a temple.

I don't know where my father came from. He told me earnestly to see if you have the courage to go up the mountain. There are no temples or pavilions here, but I think you must have seen a lot.

At that moment, I suddenly understood my father's intention to fool me into coming to the top of the mountain. It's really not easy to walk along this road, but there are also excellent scenery along the way, not to mention the smell that other mountains are dwarfed. On the top of the mountain.

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. It's not easy.

Every night, there will always be bursts of piano music outside the window. It is sometimes euphemistic and sometimes clever, just like a player intoxicated with music.

She started practicing piano three months ago. I want to do my homework as usual and hesitate on a question. Listening to the sound format of the piano is very disturbing. She seems to be practicing a song "City of the Sky". I wonder what kind of piano you are. Doesn't she know that she is destroying this work?

I opened the window and looked around. I found a little girl about 6 years old, but her face showed the seriousness and seriousness that children of the same age rarely showed. She didn't mean to stop, but practiced harder, just staring at the music in front of her and mumbling something. Are you reminding yourself what to pay attention to? I can't bear to scold her anymore.

What is even more incredible is that she has been practicing this song since that night. Practicing the piano is boring, and my fingers are sore. Even the other children told her to go out to play, and she didn't slack off.

It's not easy not to be tempted.

I listened to his emotional intelligence change day by day, from unfamiliar to familiar, and finally I could play this song completely. La Doraemon Doraemon, a string of melodious notes floated out of the window, and the spring breeze in Wan Ru soothed people's hearts. When the child grew up, beautiful notes poured out from her tender fingers and found the city of the sky. I couldn't help singing along: I hope I can fly to the sky one day and try my best to find its direction.

What is even more surprising is that the girl who lives in the city of the sky did not stop there. In order to practice this song "City of the Sky" well, she took other music scores more seriously and wanted to achieve higher goals. Up to now, she has been immersed in her own music world every day. This pursuit is really not easy.

It is not easy to persist, it is not easy to refuse temptation, and it is even harder to continue working hard if you are not satisfied with the status quo. With the accompaniment of this piano music, I have the motivation to continue to work hard, and let me know that there is no end to learning. I'm not fighting alone, everyone is trying. When one day we succeed, we will be grateful for today's difficulties.

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. There is a 6-level wind blowing. It also awakened the sleeping soul.

Spring is just right, so it is better to embark on a journey of finding incense.

Passing through a small sand dune can be described as a mini version of the forest. Although small, it is full of vitality.

Sit down and experience life and nature.

I happened to see a wild flower growing out of a crack in the stone. It doesn't bloom like a weed, but it is growing desperately. Roots are drilling down, just to get more nutrients. The weeds nearby used to laugh at you. It's just a weed Do you still want to blossom? It's wishful thinking. The ugly duckling wants to become a swan! The flowers ignored it. It is still absorbing moisture from the sun and dew. It only knows: I want to blossom, which proves that I am a flower.

The wind is still blowing. The flowers are still growing.

Sure enough, after a while, the flowers bloomed, and no one said it was grass.

Seeing this, I can't help sighing. Maybe I am not as good as a flower. It can prove that I am a flower, but I can only waste time. There is no point in living. I'm just fooling around.

Maybe I didn't understand the deeper truth at that time, but I think I should understand it now.

Flowers, the reason why they bloom is to prove the meaning of their existence. Although it is just a wild flower, it may not be as noble as lily or as gorgeous as peony, but it is also showing itself with its own uniqueness, which proves that I am like this and realized my life value.

It lives in such a difficult and hard crack in the stone, and it is likely to die, but it still persists and grows because it knows the blue sky is outside through the stone.

This is not easy for all of us. In the face of society, we will fail, but we can use this flower to be strong, realize our own meaning and just be ourselves.

The wind is blowing again. I hope more people can see this wild flower in the crevice.

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. After a long journey, I finally came to that familiar but unfamiliar place. Looking around, it's all white and wrapped in white. Sparkling snowflakes fall into the world like angels. They are dressed in white and dancing against the wind. Really pity and companionship.

The warm sun in early winter sprinkled on the ground through the gap in the pane, as if warming every dust and every corner. When I was a child, I lay by the window, watching the falling snow outside the window, pestering my grandmother to take me to make a snowman. Winter is my favorite season. I jumped into the snow excitedly and let it slap my red face, although I didn't know what snow was at that time, only that it was cold and comfortable.

"grandma! What's in your hair? How did it become black and white? " Grandma's hair was once my favorite toy. It's dark and slightly curly. At this time, it has a new color, and I am surprised.

I rubbed my grandmother's hair with my hand, and when I saw it, it turned into its usual appearance. I was a little disappointed and went to play by myself. At that time, I didn't know how to leave until my parents urged me to get on the bus and I was going to study in the city. Even when I was young, I felt deeply reluctant, and I clearly saw the tears in my grandmother's eyes. Parting is really not easy.

Once the picture reappears, it is like a pair of big hands gently knocking on the door that has been closed for a long time. I still enjoy playing with snow, and my grandmother is still looking at me kindly not far away. Tired of playing, I ran to my grandmother and saw a touch of white in her hair. I couldn't help rubbing this unfamiliar toy, but I was shocked that this dazzling white could no longer be wiped away. Tears as big as beans fell from their eyes. She is old, but I can't accompany her. Time flies, I have my own world, but her world is only me.

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. On the road of life, I have encountered many difficulties and all kinds of bumps. I am separated from my friends, my teacher doesn't trust me, and no one competes with me ... These problems bother me every day, and I don't know how to solve them. With a diary? It can only relieve the pain temporarily, but it increases my resentment against the world. And I, only rely on that diary to ease it a little, otherwise, I will completely collapse. Now, class, listen to me!

Acid: In the fifth grade, one of my competitors (and the only competitor) transferred to another school. And the students are saying "now he is happy" (she means me). Sad! I just wanted her to have a slight illness and pain, but I didn't expect to let it go at all! Why, when it reaches the students' ears, is it like this? Besides, even my best classmates joined their discussion? Leave me alone? Bitter!

Tian: In the fourth grade, the school organized the fourth and fifth grades to participate in the "National Mathematics Invitational Tournament". I played my normal level and won the bronze medal. Facing the envious eyes of classmates, opponents and friends, I am so happy.

Bitter: When preparing for the Children's Day program in the next semester of grade five, the teacher asked several students to dance. At first, we chose to dance vigorously, but after less than a week, we were all very tired! The time is exactly seven minutes and thirty-three seconds! How long did it take? Who can stand it? So for the sake of my classmates, I changed my dance to soft dance. Although I was hated by those dance masters, there was nothing we could do in the face of this astronomical figure: seven minutes and 33 seconds, I wouldn't change it, I couldn't! But why don't my classmates know me?

Spicy: When I was in the fourth grade, I was arranged by my teacher to sit at the same table with a classmate with lice. I try not to talk to that classmate, because his lice are really terrible, but my classmates say that I love to brag and want to sit at the same table with my classmates with good grades. I am really more wronged than Dou E! God knows why I don't sit at his desk. My face burned with injustice.

This kind of ups and downs, this kind of sadness and joy, made me secretly cry again and again. Isn't that the sentence: it's really not easy to grow up!

It's not easy to write a photo. More than 500 words. The wind in late autumn was mixed with a little chill, and I shivered gently covering my neck. Travel-stained all the way to this long-lost hometown, standing on a higher river bank, looking at the golden wheat ear field.

"Hey, who's that man?" He squinted at it. After seeing it clearly, he was inexplicably excited and shouted, "Grandpa! I am back! " Excited to run to that figure. He embraced me with open arms. Carefully stroked my soft hair, choked for a long time, and said with some trembling, "Come back, just come back."

Look at him carefully, his dark cheeks are reddish after a hard day's work, the fine sweat on his forehead is more and more obvious in the sun, and the sweat towel hanging around his neck is covered with dirt. My original excited heart sank, full of love.

When I came to my ancestral home, I had an indescribable sense of familiarity. Sitting by the bed, it was still a scene a few years ago, only getting more worn out. My eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the window, and large and small holes were covered with newspapers. Look at the bedding on the bed again. The tattered sheets were roughly pieced together with incompatible rags. Although the room is dilapidated, it is clean and tidy as a whole, which is reassuring.

"Have a meal!" Still a familiar word. Entered the room, dark and humid, with only a faint light bulb overhead. Simple meals on the table were my favorite when I was a child. Pick up a piece of green vegetable with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. It tastes neither salty nor light. Although it's not as delicious as grandma's, it's very much to my taste. I can't help smiling.

The next day, I packed my bags and prepared to leave. Although getting along is very short, I am very happy.

I secretly hurt my heart like this, and my depressed mood broke out at the moment I turned around, holding back my tears, and my heart was full of love.

Over the years, he has lived alone and shouldered the burden of life alone. In the kitchen, I know everything. From the original speech to the present reticence. He has been through a lot. It's not easy.

It's not easy to write a photo. More than 500 words, 10. Only when you walk past can you understand that it is really not easy.

What can be easily rewarded in the world? I used to hear from my brothers and sisters that they were really not easy. I was only in primary school at that time. How can I understand what they say? At that time, I was carefree and thought the future was too far away. Later, when I went to junior high school, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger and the competition was getting stronger and stronger. I finally realized that what they said was not easy.

Get up at six o'clock in the morning, wash quickly, and go back to your desk to endorse after dinner. I used to be late for school because I always wanted to recite for a while before I left. Now I divide the morning reading time at home into schools, but I still keep reciting formulas and words at school.

Teachers in all subjects want us to learn more, so they assign a lot of homework. These assignments are like hills on our bodies. We often never sleep before 1 1, which leads to insufficient sleep. However, we are all used to this life of getting up early and going to bed late, and we are complaining. But since we have chosen this difficult road, we must stick to it!

I still remember that before the senior high school entrance examination in geography and biology, I was desperate during that time. Brushing papers and reciting textbooks crazily, I am too tired to stop because everyone is running. Finally, I won the third place in my class. Although my grades were not very good, I tried my best. After the senior high school entrance examination, I just want to say that it is really not easy!

This is a difficult road. Although the destination is full of flowers, the road is full of thorns. Only through this difficult road can you meet the world of flowers and flowers that belong to you!

It's not easy to write a photo. More than 500 words. 1 1 I went to a simple vegetable market today, 10 yuan.

I have bought several dishes before, and I know how to choose dishes and how to reduce prices. Therefore, I have a clear plan for this operation.

I happily went to a butcher's shop and asked the owner, "How much is a kilogram of meat?" The shopkeeper said, "25 yuan a kilogram!" " I'm a little scared, a * * * talent 10. I have no choice but to buy food first. I like to eat broccoli. I chose a fresh cauliflower and told my boss. I thought to myself, "If it is expensive, I will definitely lower the price and buy the cheapest money." As a result, I never thought that such a big cauliflower only cost 2 yuan.

Then, I went to another big-looking vegetable shop and carefully selected my favorite small vegetables. It's amazing, just like before, only two pieces. After paying the money, I feel that all the ingredients in the dish are vegetarian, which is too monotonous. I can't believe I can't buy meat. I must cut back on expenses!

I went back to the butcher shop. This time, I don't want to buy large pieces of meat. I just want to buy small pieces of meat. I carefully selected to see if there was any smaller and smaller meat. Finally, I found it. I picked up the small, red and greasy piece of meat and handed it to the shopkeeper. After weighing, I ordered 7 yuan. I said, "It's too expensive. Can it be cheaper? " The shopkeeper saidno. I had a brainwave and added, I only want half. The shopkeeper had no choice but to cut half and sell it to me. Although the amount of meat is less, I am satisfied with the increase in the variety of ingredients.

It is not easy to buy food, reduce prices and make money. Life is too hard!

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. Today I came to a simple vegetable market, 10 yuan.

I have bought vegetables several times before, and I know how to choose vegetables and how to bargain, so I have a well-thought-out plan for this action.

I went to a butcher shop happily and asked the owner, "How much is a catty of meat?" The shopkeeper said, "25 yuan is a kilo!" I'm a little scared. It's always * * * only 10. I have no choice but to buy food first. I like to eat broccoli. I picked a fresh cauliflower and weighed it for my boss. I thought to myself, "If it is expensive, I must bargain and cut the money to the cheapest." As a result, I never expected that such a big cauliflower would cost only 2 yuan.

Then, I went to another big-looking vegetable shop and carefully selected my favorite small vegetables. It's amazing, as before, it's also 2 yuan. After paying the money, I feel that the total elements of ingredients are mixed with meat, and vegetarian dishes are too monotonous. I can't believe I can't buy meat. I must cut back on expenses!

I went back to the butcher shop. I don't want to buy big strips of meat this time. I just want to buy small strips of meat. I carefully selected them to see if there were any smaller strips of meat. Finally, I found it. I picked up the small, red and greasy piece of meat and handed it to the shopkeeper. I weighed it and asked for 7 yuan. I said, "It's too expensive. Can it be cheaper? " The shopkeeper said no, and I had a brainwave and said, I only want half. The shopkeeper had no choice but to cut half and sell it to me. Although the amount of meat is less, the variety of ingredients is increased. I am very satisfied.

It is not easy to buy food, bargain and make money. Life is so hard!

It's not easy to write portraits. It is not easy to learn the charm of Beijing opera with more than 500 fonts.

At that time, when I was young, I watched a group of people wearing bulging robes on the stage, singing, babbling, or catching thieves or demons.

Father was absorbed, while I was fidgeting. What's there to see? Father can sit here and wait for death, but it's not easy. My dad said grumpily, you don't understand!

It is this sentence that aroused my competitiveness. I want to see the charm of Beijing Opera!

Go to see Susan Qi Jie with my father. I tried to identify those high or low lyrics and listened to the music carefully. "Susan left Hongtong County ..." Jinghu rang in haste, almost screaming at first, and then it became more and more gorgeous, such as peaches and willows pumping new flowers and spring water making tea. My father noticed my abnormality and said, do you understand? Then there is a suspect behind it.

You doubt me? You will be impressed next time!

From now on, I will secretly follow the older generation to watch operas, quietly taste every Beijing opera, and try to understand its lyrics, do things, fight and leave blank.

One day, my father urged me to watch Farewell My Concubine. I took the time to take the subway and quickly looked up the details of Yu Ji, so as to fully appreciate her feelings.

At the scene, I stabilized my mood, pondered and savored, and Yu Ji entertained the song and dance of the king of Chu, paddling from left to right with three feet of sleeves. From her slow steps and songs, I can feel the dignified separation between life and death. She sang slowly, singing "The sky is high and the moon is bright" and "The moment when wealth and poverty pass by". After thousands of turns, the king of Chu knew that his heart was in tears, and every sentence was heartbroken with tears. Soft and delicate, affectionate; Sleeves are dancing and endless gestures are clearly visible. Singing in a low voice, a look and a figure all contain infinite meaning and charm. It's not easy to appreciate this Beijing opera! . "Do you think the King of Chu can really understand Yu Ji's sadness?" Father's face was surprised, and then he smiled and said to himself, "It seems that you really sit up and take notice."

The charm of Beijing opera is really hard to understand. Only by calming down and constantly exploring can we taste the beauty of Beijing opera!

It is not easy to write a photo of more than 500 words. This day is full of harvest. I took the first bucket of gold in my hand and smiled.

Today is an important day for us to go out and explore. I have a pirate knife made of balloons in my hand, and my palms are sweating. Looking at the crowded street, it seems that there is a little rabbit jumping around in my heart.

My mouth seems to be blocked by something and I can't speak, but my hands seem to be out of control. I inflated a long balloon, but it was not full. Then I twisted it into a rabbit with some tricks and put it in my hand.

"Wow, Dad, this little rabbit is so cute. I want one. " A little girl's immature voice suddenly came from my ear. I suddenly turned around and saw a little girl pointing at the rabbit in my hand behind me.

"Well, it's quite delicate. Ok, I'll take one. " The uncle holding the little girl came up to me and pointed to the pink rabbit in my hand: "How much is this rabbit, little friend?"

Hearing this sentence, I suddenly panicked and stammered, "sell this little rabbit for two dollars." Hearing this, Uncle suddenly smiled: "Why is it so cheap? Other vendors want five dollars. "

"Well, I only got fifty cents for a balloon, and I earned a dollar and a half. Not cheap! " I was confused and scratched my head.

"You are so honest." Say, that uncle gave me two dollars, and I also gave him the bunny.

With this experience, I made a rhinoceros with my heart, drew two eyes on it, and looked for new targets in the street.

I came to an aunt and said to him, "Aunt, look how cute this little rhinoceros is. Buy one for your son. "

"Forget it, it's not necessary." Aunt rebuffed me, but I was not discouraged and continued, "Aunt, your son will be happy to buy a little rhinoceros. Your son is happy, so you are not happy? "

"All right, I'll take it." Aunt smiled and gave me money, and then took the little rhinoceros away.

I see, it's not easy to make money!

It's not easy to write a photo. More than 500 words. 15 the so-called "food is the sky for the people", but for a "thin monkey" like me, it is harder to gain weight than to ascend to the sky!

"Why not just gain weight?" The bombing of my mother's words attacked me again. Strange to say, my stomach just doesn't like food. No matter what I eat, they always absorb nutrition carefully. So I was forced to wear the title of "little skinny monkey". Hey, this is really brain-burning!

But I am determined to erase this "flaw" from my world. So, I began to frantically search for all kinds of food about gaining weight. Finally, my eyes shine. This looks like a good boy. Huang Cancan's delicious honey is my "savior"! Not much to say, buy honey and taste it carefully. Yo-ho, it tastes really good. However, the fly in the ointment is that if you eat more, your throat will be as hot as smoke!

Mom showed no weakness, no nutritional supplements, and milk, fruits and vegetables, big fish and prawns could not be spared. Every day, delicious food shakes in front of my eyes and tempts my taste buds from time to time. But I accidentally ate too much, so I couldn't get up before, and then I couldn't lie down. It's really hard! Think about adding calcium tablets every day. It looks very nutritious, but it has no taste. A little big!

Sure enough, hard work pays off. I saw weighing scale's eyes were black before, but I took the initiative to go this time. Unexpectedly, the weight actually went up with a swish. It seems that the crazy compensation for suffering these days is very effective!

However, the current results are only temporary. If I want to continue to rise in a straight line, it is still a bit difficult. I can't help it Roll up your sleeves and work hard. I can definitely reach my ideal weight.

Seriously, it's not easy to gain weight!