Zhou Ji: Appreciate your own wonderful ~

Give us a compliment, even if it is a compliment, an encouraging look, a sincere smile … but they let us down again and again, blowing away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there is less warmth. However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cries; Who will really understand our ideas; Who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts? Haha, this is my original weekly diary. It was really interesting when I was a child ... when I recalled my childhood, I felt that blood rushed into my brain and my brain suddenly expanded. When I was young, I had great courage. At that time, I dared to stand on the guardrail of the bridge and look down at the speeding cars. Not now. When I was young, I dared to eat anything. At that time, my grandfather once told me, "Chinese medicine says ants are tonics." So, when I was playing in the yard once, I naively grabbed an ant from the ground and chewed it down. I'm afraid to think about it now. If it doesn't die, my internal organs will be in trouble. And "roasted dragonfly", which tastes good now. Find an afternoon, catch more "big skulls", then tear off their heads and bellies, put a stick on their chest and bake them with a lighter. Sprinkle the seasoning of "BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ" before eating. Alas, I dare not eat now. When I was a child, I was very agile. I flew over the roof of the warehouse all day. Not now. When I was a child, I thought the world was just a painting. The blue sky, white clouds like torn cotton, ochre painted brick walls and snowy blue lilacs are really wonderful. When I think about it, I feel my brain ache, as if I am going to die ... Today is Saturday, and my lovely and naughty little cousin Liu Xiang has come. At that time, I was absorbed in drawing my computer diagram. Seeing him coming, my attention was reduced by more than half. I thought, "naughty boy is coming again. As my sister, I will be unlucky." But on the surface, you have to pretend to welcome him. Alas! I can't help it We are sisters! I made a "welcome" gesture, grabbed a handful of candy and put it in his hand, and then began to concentrate on computer drawing. However, Xiangxiang is not "honest". He wants me to play house with him for a while, let me play hide-and-seek with him for a while. I thought to myself, at this age, it's boring to play these children's tricks with you. But anyway, I must play with him! Playing, while I was not paying attention, Liu Xiang suddenly knocked on my "baby" computer with a chubby little hand like a drum. I turned around and quickly shouted "No!" But it was too late, and the computer crashed. I was so angry that I didn't know what to say about him. I can't scold him or hit him. After all, he is only three years old this year. In this way, I have been coaxing Xiangxiang to play for a long time. After he left, I went back to my room, touched the computer and sighed, "Computer, I'm going to operate on you again!" " "Well, tell me, is it really difficult to be a qualified sister? As usual, I began to change my weekly diary. Suddenly, I found a short and messy weekly diary. Whose is this? How dare you write a weekly diary like this! Turning to the cover, I couldn't help being taken aback. It turned out that she got excellent grades in the class. Can't be wrong? Yes, that's her. Suddenly, a burst of anger came to my mind. How can she be so perfunctory? Can't be tolerated. As the class representative kept a diary, I said to him, "Go and call her. "But I waited all afternoon, but I didn't see her. So I'm even angrier. How can a good student in my mind be like this? The next day, it coincided with Chinese morning reading. When I walked into the classroom and looked around, I saw her hand me a weekly diary and a letter. So I didn't say anything. Finally, class is over, and I can't wait to get back to the office. I opened the letter and suddenly understood. It turned out that because of the contradiction between her parents, she was so sad that she could no longer concentrate on her studies. In order to cope with the errand, she wrote down yesterday's weekly diary. In the letter, she asked the teacher for forgiveness and asked me to give advice on her current situation because she was at a loss. I felt so guilty that I opened her weekly diary. Yesterday's weekly diary was torn up by her and replaced by a neat and rich weekly diary. When she is happy, she feels sorry. Why did she tear it up? Because at the back of the weekly diary, I wrote a comment on writing, "learning is a persistent thing, and there can be no slack and perfunctory." "I asked her during the break, and she said," I tore up that page of weekly diary and made it into a bookmark, so that it can spur me forever. " I was speechless for a moment. Whenever I attend class, I will feel a pair of more focused eyes; Whenever I change my diary, I can feel a more sincere heart. The distance between teachers and students is shortened instantly. Inadvertently, the weekly diary of another girl in the class caught my attention again (she is introverted, does not like to talk, studies hard but has no grades). Her weekly diary is more like a confession of true feelings, like a slowly flowing river, telling what the scenery on both sides of the river is. Because she is the eldest daughter of the family, her parents have high expectations of her. However, despite her hard work, her grades in the class are still very poor, and she feels anxious, helpless and helpless. So the teacher advised her to repeat the grade and even invited her father, but she didn't want to stay because of her poor self-esteem. So she wrote that even if the teacher gave up on her, she would never be discouraged. She would take this as a warning and go all out until the teacher looked at her with new eyes. Seeing this, I was thinking, as a student who is working hard and has worked very hard, since she has achieved a clear conscience, what else should we ask her? Facing the teacher's attitude, she didn't resent it, but deeply blamed herself and was ready to bear the burden of "humiliation". How can I comfort her? Obviously, any comfort is powerless. So behind her weekly diary, I wrote, "The writing is particularly delicate, especially good at expressing rich inner feelings, and very sincere. I hope you can give full play to your specialty in this field. "I don't know what she felt when she saw this news. But I know that she will work harder, because she is a pearl wrapped in a clam shell waiting to be discovered. Correcting one weekly diary after another from the students' hearts, I suddenly found that being a Chinese teacher is really my luck, because I can touch the students' truest hearts, listen to their inner calls and feel their truest emotional world. Zhou Ji opened a door for me, a door to students' hearts. An unforgettable thing. This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger. One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded. I was sitting leisurely and looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window when an old woman got on the bus. " Walking towards my seat, I think there are still many stops in my father's office, so it's very tiring to be crowded in the crowd after the seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery. After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart. Can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt! I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I thought I was a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed. Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me to be a helpful person. Only by helping others can I be happier. We ushered in a new summer vacation. In the first week of this summer vacation, my 3A school also started classes. I am very happy. Because I went to 3A school, I can not only learn a lot of knowledge, but also play with my classmates in the Olympics class. Today is the first day of school, and the headmaster gave us an important speech. The headmaster said, "Your study task this holiday is very arduous. Because there are many key middle schools, such as Xigong University High School, Jiaotong University High School and so on. They all came to us to choose students. If you do well in the exam, you will be admitted to their junior high school. Only after attending their junior high school can they attend their key high schools. Only by attending a key high school can you be admitted to a key university in the future. So, this is a major choice in your life. This choice will affect your life. " The headmaster also said, "This time we teach Olympiad and Olympiad. Every day, the teacher gives everyone a lot of homework. This is the so-called intensive teaching. I hope everyone will cooperate well. You have to ask for pressure. There is pressure to have motivation, and motivation to learn well. I hope you can all be admitted to key schools from our teaching class. " After listening to the headmaster's words, I secretly made up my mind that I must not be afraid of hardship, study hard, and strive to be "famous on the list" and "overnight" in the battle to sprint famous schools! In the second week of Thursday, July 14, I came back from school today, and my mother hasn't cooked dinner yet. I sat by the window and picked up the series of Great Wisdom of Short Stories that my father bought newly-the door left unlocked. I flipped through it, and an eye-catching title came into view-"The Material of Divine Power". I can't wait to read on. It turns out that this story is about Bill Gates, a genius in the information age, a tycoon of Microsoft Computer Company and the richest man in the United States. In the fourth grade of primary school, he was recommended to help organize books in the school library. He is smart and studious. Although he is short, he works very hard. He comes early every day, spares no effort to wear through the maze of bookshelves, picks out the books that people have misplaced like a little detective, and then puts them back. Later, his family moved to another neighborhood nearby, and he was also transferred from the library. But he always remembers, "Who will sort out those books that are on the wrong team when I leave?" After careful consideration, he asked his mother to transfer him back to his original school. He told the librarian, "Now my father drives me to school. If my father doesn't take me, I'll walk. " After reading this story, I was moved by Bill's earnest spirit. A teenager, so earnest and determined, can do anything in this world. I think that in many great or outstanding figures, there are always many places that are superior or different from ordinary people, and these will be revealed in their life stories sooner or later. Before becoming famous, these may have been ignored. After becoming famous, people think of their own extraordinary. However, whether it is recorded beforehand or afterwards, it is undoubtedly a masterpiece left to mankind. In the third week, July 2 1, Thursday, it rained this week, and I was most worried about the exam of 3A school. Because we have learned too much in this issue. Austrian has a lot to understand and recite. There are so many things to understand and recite about the Three-Character Classics, augmented sages, idioms solitaire, ancient poems and words. In order to get good grades, I recite, write and review every night, plus Olympics, reading and composition. I sleep late every day. The exam is over. Walking into the examination room and getting the test paper, my hanging heart finally fell to the ground. The topic is not difficult. I finished it in less than half an hour. I checked it several times, found and corrected several mistakes, and handed in my paper. I told my mother that I would do well in the exam this time. I have great confidence in myself.

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