At that moment, I suddenly understood that the title of that composition was 800 words.

A thick calendar is a whole year. Every time I tear off a page, a new page-a bright and open day-is waiting for me to fill it with a smile. I like the unknown "tomorrow" behind every page of the calendar, and it also implies a kind of hope. "Tomorrow" is the most charming word in life. The definition of life is to have tomorrow. Not as distant and empty as "the future". It's waiting outside the door. Go out of today and move towards a brand-new tomorrow. The boundary between day and night is light; The boundary between tomorrow and today is still bright. When the light goes out, every tomorrow begins. So what will happen tomorrow? Of course, it's up to you. You are happy, it is a happy day, you are bored, it is a boring day, you are in a hurry, it is a hurried day; If you calm down, you will find that you can't change yesterday, but you can decide tomorrow. Sometimes it seems that you are passive and you are chosen by life. In fact, you are also choosing life. Do I hang a new calendar on the wall every January? When you turn it over, the bare paper slides across your palm, giving off the smell of ink. I am very happy at this moment. I can't believe how much I can do in so many days. The future days are like space, full of vitality and vastness, coming. I found that time is also a kind of space. Isn't history a kind of space? Isn't a person's life a long and huge space? Tomorrow is like an empty room. Look what you moved in. However, the space of time is intangible and untouchable. All the used days will disappear immediately, and there is no trace. Perhaps it is this that we will feel the rush and nothingness of the years. Once, a famous performing artist told me something about her and her husband. She sings plays and her husband plays strings. They are very dedicated. Busy with makeup and stepping down every day, no one can take a serious look at each other. Decades have passed. One day, his wife suddenly said to her in surprise, "Oh, how old are you! When did you get old? I have been by your side and I have not found it! " She can't stand the sad expression on her wife's face. She went for a facial beauty, except for wrinkles and bags under the eyes. But when his wife saw it, she shed tears. The hour hand never goes backwards. Only human society and history are perverse. Therefore, years are like whistling wind or flashing streamer; What you are left with is helpless and frequent white hair and increasingly weak body. Because of this, every time you tear off a used calendar, does it feel a bit like tearing off the page number of a life? Don't forget, we live on this page of calendar every day. However, most days of life are repetitive-repetitive work and interpersonal relationships, repetitive things and the same things are hard to remember. So most of the page numbers on our calendar are monotonous. When I think about it later, it seems empty. Then, we come across a very important topic about people-memory. People are heavy, wise and rational because of memory. More importantly, memories are unique. Because memory rejects mediocrity. Everything you remember is pure and very personal. All individuals are unique "cases". Memory is like an artist. In our minds, we describe our uniqueness. Do you think your uniqueness is important? Broadly speaking, the real value of spiritual things lies in its uniqueness. Whether it is people or culture. Memory depends on the carrier. The memory of a city stays in its historical blocks and buildings, and the memory of a person is in his photos, articles, old songs and calendars. However, people can't just be passively remembered, and we also need to create memories with actions. We should use emotion, loyalty, love, responsibility and creative work to write the calendar of every day. Keep this day in mind. Don't we have the ability to make our life rich, substantial, profound and weighty? So I wrote: "Life is to create every day." I also said at an artist's party, "What we are working for today is for tomorrow's memories." To this end, the last few days of the year. I will never talk about calendars again. I always keep these last pages. This may be due to the instinct of life. I don't want to spend all my time. You will laugh at me and ask me if I can live like this. So I'll show you four poems I wrote on the last page of this year's calendar: Time flies, alas, year after year, there are no traces of flowers and leaves, only poems exist in the world. Just like the best way to preserve grapes is to turn grapes into wine; The best way to preserve the years is to try to turn them into eternal poems or scrolls. Now let me answer the question at the beginning of the article: Why do I like calendars because they have a sense of life? Or a calendar tells me to feel life at any time and think about how to cherish it. What we ignore is sometimes the most important thing to ignore and often the most important thing in life. We often overlook many important things. It is precisely because we ignore these small problems that we think are very small that they affect our lives. -Everyone has heard the story of horseshoe nails! This is the historical fact that Charles III of England abdicated. He was defeated in the Battle of Boval in 1485. Shakespeare's famous sentence: horse, horse, one horse loses the country! At that time, he was ready to take a stand. The army led by Henry, Earl of Richmond, is coming, and the battle will decide who will rule England. That morning, Charlie sent a groom to prepare his favorite war horse. However, when the blacksmith smashed the fourth horseshoe nail, he found that two nails were missing, but because of the emergency at that time, the groom decided to nail two horseshoe nails less. When the two armies met, King Charles was in the army. Inspire soldiers to fight. When the battle was fierce, a horseshoe fell off and the horse fell to the ground. Before the king grasped the reins, the frightened livestock jumped up and ran away. Charlie looked around. His soldiers retreated and Henry's army surrounded him. He waved his sword in the air: horse! He shouted: "A horse, my country was overturned because of a horse." It was because of the negligence of the groom and the blacksmith that their country was overturned. What a small thing. It is precisely because they ignore such a small horseshoe nail that we often say that what is ignored is often the most important. A few years ago, Germany manned the space shuttle because of a small calculation error by scientists, because of a decimal point error. However, because of this small decimal point, an astronaut died like this, and a young life fell in the universe, and his body could never be found. So we often say that what is neglected is often the most important. These examples can be related to myself because of my carelessness. When doing geometry proof problems, I often miss one or two steps that I think are not important. But these steps are often the key to prove the problem. Without them, the problem is incomplete. Therefore, I often lose points in several questions, because I can do it and lack key steps. What a pity! So we often say that what is neglected is often the most important. There are many examples in our daily life to prove that what we often ignore is actually the most important thing. For example, some businessmen have mixed in some false things in order to make greater profits for themselves. They neglected honesty. When they often come to the industrial and commercial authorities for inspection, their things will be confiscated. At that time, they will regret it. If they know today, why do they want to know? Therefore, we should not ignore the trivial things in life. In fact, it still has a great effect on you. What we should really ignore are those things that are harmful to our physical and mental development. Only in this way can we grow up healthily. So I said: learn to ignore things that you really don't need to master, and don't ignore things that you think are irrelevant, because they are often the most important things. Neglect is often the most important. Sometimes it may not be important to you, but sometimes it is ignored and you will regret it. It was a Sunday morning and my grandfather went back to his hometown to do business. I went to my grandmother's house and she said she was not feeling well. I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital or buy some medicine. She said, "No, just lie down for a while." So I didn't take it seriously. I went out to play with my friends. At noon, I go back to my grandmother's house for dinner. It turned out that there was only one and a half steamed buns and a dish on the table. When I looked at all the rice on the table, I blamed my grandmother. Later, grandma cooked me other meals. After eating, I went out to play with my friends. In this way, the day passed. Go back to your home at night and prepare for school tomorrow. The next day after school, I came home and found that only my aunt in the shop was at home. I put down my schoolbag and went upstairs to watch TV. Before long, my father came back. As usual, I asked, "Why are you going?" Dad said, "You are having an operation in the hospital, so you have to go home and get something. Stop watching TV and do your homework quickly. " I left in a hurry. I sat there, thinking about Sunday. Because of my negligence, grandma went to the hospital for an operation. Later, grandma couldn't move or talk on one side of her body. Since then, she has visited her grandmother almost every weekend for more than a year. One day after school, my mother came to meet me at the school gate. I still find it strange. She won't pick me up on rainy and snowy days. What happened today? When I got on the bus with questions, my mother told me seriously: "Grandma died." I can't believe I saw grandma lying in bed and smiling at me at the weekend. How could she die? When the bus arrived at the door, I saw that the wreath at the door was full. After entering the room, I knocked my head three times in front of grandma's body. In the process, I cried. I can't believe and I don't want to believe that my grandmother just left. That night, I hid in my room and thought, why didn't I take my grandmother to the hospital that Sunday? It's hard to sleep all night. This feeling is only once in my 16 years. I can't control my thoughts in my mind. Because of that negligence, my grandmother left me forever. I regret this oversight. This is the first negligence that I will remember all my life. I don't think this neglect will ever happen. Remember, what is neglected is often the most important! One sunny Sunday, my mother suggested, "Let's have a big cleaning. What do you think? " I shouted, "yeah-hooray! Long live! " Dad nodded again and again. Mother volunteered to be the "health commander". She also announced: Dad is the "Minister of Health", but I got a job as a "soldier at your command". However, this is not bad. Anyway, my mother finally agreed to let me participate. Let's start by cleaning the sofa and glass. My mother and I each take a rag, and each of us holds the sofa to wipe it. The "health commander" gives me a signal from time to time to clean the sofa. In order to participate in this activity again next time, I will obey everything and dare not neglect it at all. As for her, she is really serious. She showed me the essentials while demonstrating, and her movements were very skillful! Dad works harder. He undertook the most difficult task in cleaning-cleaning the glass. He climbed up and down alone, wiped and washed, and soon he was sweating. My "big dutiful son" felt pain when he saw it, so he quickly helped him wash the rag. Maybe my father was happy to see that I was sensible, so he sang his favorite song-"Man's Song" while working ... Come down, it's time for us to clean the fish tank. This time, the "Minister of Health" usurped the role of the host and scrambled for the division of labor: he was responsible for panning out the waste in the sand; I am responsible for pumping the water out; The "health commander" is responsible for changing into fresh water and beautifying the bottom of the box. Then we got down to business in Too Many Chefs. After twenty minutes of intense and busy work, the fish tank became clean, the fish swam around happily in the fresh environment, and some even blew a few small bubbles from time to time, as if setting off fireworks to celebrate the new environment! Others occasionally jump out of the water and somersault, as if performing the skill of "flying in the air", thanks to the cleaners who have worked hard for them! Finally, we should mop and sweep the floor. The "health commander" followed the example of the commander and ordered me and the "health minister" to sweep the floor with a broom first, and then she dragged it. At that time, the floor of my house had not been changed to prevent slipping. This resistance is really as slippery as oiling. Look at the "minister of health" who is arrogant with his official title. He tried to cross the floor he had just mopped, but as soon as he took a step, he started "drunken boxing". He danced like he was learning the advertisement of "melatonin", which made us both laugh until our stomachs ached! ..... Time slipped away in our laughter. After more than two hours of labor, we can finally settle down and enjoy the fruits of our labor. Looking at the bright living room, the fish swimming happily and the flowers covered with water droplets, our whole family's faces are filled with smiles. I have long wanted to push away the mountain of books, because it blocked my view; I have long wanted to escape from endless problems, because it covers my eyes. I don't want the kind of glasses that I have to wear on my nose, because it makes my heart window frost. Finally, I can open the book and avoid the topic. My body relaxed a lot at once. Looking back on the previous spring outing, the car sounded like rock, but today, it seems to be enjoying the laughter when relaxing. I don't like playing, but I like to enjoy the wonderful mountains and beautiful water; I'm not tired of reading either. I just want to combine book knowledge with real life harmoniously. It makes me seem a little unsociable. Students are twittering in groups, but I am walking alone, freer than anyone, experiencing the beauty of silence alone, and I am happy for this rare silence. Sitting on the boat, looking at the sparkling water, imagining myself crossing Dongting Lake in Niannujiao, Zhang Xiaoxiang, I couldn't help reading: "Dongting Grass/Mid-Autumn Festival/No more scenery/Jade Sword and Qiongtian 30,000 hectares/I lean on the boat as a leaf ..." The situation is so similar, especially when I read "A carefree heart/a beautiful woman can't make a jade". Walking in the woods, recalling Su Shi, I think his "Dingfengbo" was written in this environment: "Don't listen to the leaves beating in the woods/why don't you sing slowly/bamboo shoes are lighter than horses/who is afraid?" What a heroic tone, which reminds me of the mountains of homework in the future. You want to say, "Who's scared?" Alas! I am intoxicated with the pursuit of beauty in ancient poetry, but I don't like to talk about stars and other issues, helpless, helpless! Let me enjoy it alone! There are too many joys and sorrows in life. They are like stones left by the sea in the ocean of memory, more like blue crystals in our hearts, bearing our dreams and hopes. When you are confused or disappointed, you will always slow down and do something you like to calm your heart and make your dreams come true. During the day, the glitz of the city is rendered incisively and vividly, leaving a restless breath in my heart. Irritability bothers me and makes me unable to breathe. Only when I hold the book will I find the original track. On a moonlit night, under the dim light, the conversation with a book filled my heart with happiness. I am either happy or worried about the people in the book, and sigh for the beauty and ugliness in the book. There may be too much hypocrisy in the world, but don't be disappointed with life, because there is still such a forgotten corner. It records the most primitive, beautiful and pure reality. Where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, where lacewings are flying, you will find your own paradise there. Holding a roll in the middle of the night, it smells faint, and I enjoy it. If you are tired and can't smell the residual aftertaste in the air, you will make yourself a cup of green tea. Gently put the tea leaves into the cup and inject new life with boiling water. The tea leaves are spinning gently. It jumps in every drop of water and eventually falls, because it is a perfect combination of tea and water. I picked up the cup and took a sip gently, and the fragrance would seep into my heart and spleen from my mouth. Different teas have different tastes, either bitter or sweet, but they give me the same touch and happiness. Tea makes me awake, and tea makes me intoxicated. Tea at dusk is fragrant and refreshing, so enjoy it. When I am lonely, I will look up at the sky, look at the clouds in the blue sky and find my own appearance. I can't see everyone's face clearly, but I can see the sadness and joy of the clouds. The world in the sky is clear and transparent, full of poetry and painting, smeared with youthful dreams. Looking forward to every cloudy day, sitting in front of the window, watching flowers bloom and fall, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, and literati looking for answers to life from the clouds. I like watching clouds. Although they are floating, I still pursue them persistently, because I firmly believe that life will be beautiful and the sunshine will be warm. Look up at the clouds, soft and ethereal, and enjoy it. I will encounter a lot of unhappiness, but every time I do something I like, I will find a familiar feeling, because I once enjoyed a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, and several white clouds floated in the air like alum on the sea. In spring and summer, the earth exudes a faint fragrance, and a breeze is sent into our classroom. "Click, click", so the students are rushing to take pictures! In order to enrich our classroom life, the Chinese teacher took an ingenious class-Shuixiang Teahouse, which made me enjoy it and became my eternal memory ... In the first half of the class, the teacher first let us experience the life of people in Shuixiang sighing for tea. Students can't wait to take out the snacks "searched" from home, and you put them on the table bit by bit. Cups of Longjing, Green Spring and Tieguanyin are steaming in the warm water mist. There is no meanness and selfishness in the past, only atmosphere. We are enjoying, we are studying. We don't know how to taste tea. We are talking and laughing in the classroom, "sighing" tea, as if talking and laughing, which has a unique flavor. It's really "making tea for guests, poetic and picturesque". In the laughter, the experience session ended and the teacher began to lecture. The tea that was still in my mouth suddenly slipped into my body, and my whole body seemed to be washed. The classroom is unusually quiet. In this class, the teacher gave us a privilege, that is, we don't have to stand up and talk. I thought: Isn't this the teacher's love for us? The teacher gave us free space. "Why do people in water towns' sigh' tea"? The teacher asked a question, probably because the students raised their hands because they didn't want to stand up for treatment. Today's class is particularly beautiful, and one hand is raised much more than usual. Because in order to drive away the heart fire, "sighing tea" is the buffer of life. Yes, the pace of the times is constantly advancing, and teachers' educational methods are also constantly improving. I feel the happiness brought by the new textbook. Isn't this also a buffer for our tense study life? A series of difficult problems were solved in our discussion. Here, there is no usual seriousness and silence, only joy. We "sigh" at the tea and taste the "a cup of several pieces" synthesized by everyone, which means "a cup in hand is full of emotion". Ten years of cold window, studying hard in the mountains and crossing hard in the sea. Today's class made us enjoy it ... Now, when I have tea and laugh with my family again, I can't help but think of the scenery that never dies on the heartstrings ... I enjoyed it when I was studying. I like reading very much and often immerse myself in the wonderful plots in the book. When I was a child, I would fantasize that I was Snow White. It is so pure and noble. When I grow up, I fantasize that I am a small fish, so free. Once I leave the book, I will return to the original me, no longer free, and the pressure will follow. I enjoy doing my homework. Someone told me: I hate doing homework. I must write and think. I think this should be the voice of many people. But I am an exception. I like doing homework, especially that kind of problem. I will devote myself to this problem until it is solved. Because I like the pride after solving a problem, which makes me more confident and makes me feel that I am not stupid sometimes. This kind of mood cannot be replaced by the word "joy". When listening to music, I like it as my regulator. When I am sad, I will play some sad songs, as if it is worrying about me. So I don't have to worry about the embarrassment after being told the secret, and I can also reduce the pain. When I am happy, I will play some fast-paced songs and let myself dance with the rhythm of the music. When I am lost, I will shut myself in my room, let the music swell in my mind and feel the worldly wisdom in life. My friends say that I love fantasy, that I sometimes look like a bookworm, and others say that without music, I feel like I have lost my life. So what? I like that feeling because it makes me happy. No matter what my friends say, I just enjoy it and feel the taste. I am a careless person in the small details of life. Life is accustomed to carelessness, and it is common to lose things and forget things. As for the details, I don't think it matters: why don't you just finish your own thing? Why pay so much attention to details? But a little thing that happened to me changed my view of the details. For a long time, I was troubled by a little thing: because of the abnormal wearing of sports shoes, my heel was often worn out for no reason. I often mention this to my parents, but I can't find the cause of wear and tear when I look around. Finally, I can only blame the quality of shoes. No, my foot bled again two days ago. My mother took me to the store to buy new shoes. When I arrived at a famous shoe store, I tried it on. My mother said to the clerk, "Your brand shoes often wear out the heels. Is there a problem with design and quality? " Mother asked doubtfully. "No, our shoes are strictly tested and there will be no quality problems. I have worn this pair of shoes for two years and there is no problem. " "Then why do you always rub your feet with your heels?" The clerk hit the nail on the head: "Oh, I see, maybe you didn't care too much when you put on your shoes." You just step on the heel counter. After a long time, the heel counter is easy to deform, and it is easy to rub your feet after deformation. " Sitting on the side, I was surprised to think: I wear these shoes every day! Every time I go to school in the morning, I "push" my shoes to catch up with my shoelaces. Every day, my uppers step on my feet. It turns out that such a trivial detail has caused me a lot of unnecessary trouble. My feet hurt every day, and my mood is affected. It seems that the details in life will also affect the quality of life. This incident completely changed my view of details. Now, in my opinion, details are the guarantee of a good quality of life and the ladder of success. Only those who pay attention to the details and small things in life and do well will walk flat on the long road of life. Details are important! "Grasp the details!" I said to myself. Never give up trying, you may not succeed; But if you give up, you will fail. Success belongs to the persevering. Before the last second comes, the result is always unknown ... In life, we can't avoid setbacks, but face them. The important thing is to persevere in setbacks and never give up until you defeat them. I still remember Liu Xiang's speed of never giving up, China's tenacity of never giving up and Edison's courage of never giving up. Among them, there is a common feature, that is, they firmly believe that setbacks are the test of life, not your ability, but perseverance, and perseverance is the key to success or failure. All this tells us that never giving up is a character, and a persevering person who never gives up will always win. The eagle is one of the most tenacious animals. Soon after the baby eagle is born, it will be tested for life and death. The parents of the young eagle will throw it out of the cliff nest at the right time when it grows up, and let it learn the key to becoming an eagle-flying. If it is not properly adjusted, the baby eagle will be in danger. During the time when the young eagle falls, the young eagle must learn to fly. Kitty hawk is making a final effort. It is struggling and flapping its wings hard. If the baby eagle gives up at this time, it will be thrown off the cliff. But it made a final effort to overcome the difficulties. Finally, it felt that it was floating in the air, it learned to fly, it soared freely in the air, and it thought: It feels great to never leave! Those who never give up will always see hope; And those who give up easily will only be desperate. People who never give up will always have an optimistic and comfortable attitude in their hearts; Those who give up easily are in big trouble and live in pain and pessimism all day. People who never give up often enjoy the joy of victory and success; And those who give up easily, failure will always be an indelible shadow in his heart. ..... If you are enjoying food and life comfortably at home, please take some time to think about it: without Edison's never giving up, there will be no light in life; Without the revolutionaries' never giving up, we will not be happy; Without scientists who never give up, we won't have science and technology ... in short, never giving up is victory! Come on!