狼牙山五壮士读后感350字_狼牙山五壮士读后感500字作文

【关于风景的作文350字】路上的风景作文600字

草花:【倾听你的声音作文】 倾听大自然的声音作文600字

2019年11月21日 14:22

“嗯,听懂liao。mama,您放心好了,wo会努力的!”我听了作文http://www.zuowen8.com妈妈的一番话yu,不住地点头,眼睛shi润了,感动的眼泪顺着我的脸庞悄无声息地流淌下来。妈妈虽然躺在病床上,但仍然关心着我,也没有因为弟弟,把我冷落在一边。我曾经读过杨绛先生写的《我们仨》,书中说:“我们都zhi道自己的生日是母难日。”是啊,妈妈今年都40岁了,生我和弟弟都是剖宫产,是那么的痛苦,那么的难受,却又是那么的坚强!今天,我终于知道妈妈的不容易!

我一瞬间就喜欢上了,嚷着让爸爸帮我买下,回到家,我好像精神zhuangtaili马就恢复了,忘记了刚刚生病痛ku的样子,拿着铅笔就跑jin了卧室开始绘画。

草花
  Albert tossed1 the papers on my desk--his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
  "What"s wrong?" I asked.
  He jabbed2 a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said.
  How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
  It"s not that I hadn"t been warned. Other women who had worked my job before me called Albert names I couldn"t repeat. One coworker took me aside the first day. "He"s personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.
  As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Albert. His actions made me question much that I believed in, such as turning the other cheek and loving your enemies. Albert quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way.
  One day another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Albert glanced up. "What?" he asked abruptly.
  Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.
  I sat across from him and said calmly, "Albert, the way you"ve been treating me is wrong. I"ve never had anyone speak to me that way. it"s wrong, and I can"t allow it to continue."
  Albert snickered3 nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.
  "I want to make you a promise, I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
  Albert avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch4 on his desk. Another day Ileft a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.
  Over the next few weeks, Albert reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Coworkers cornered5 me in the break room. "Guess you got to Albert," they said.
  I shook my head. "Albert and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Albert in the hall, I smiled at him: After all, that"s what friends do.
  One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized6 to my lymph nodes7 and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After my surgery, friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words. No one knew what to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to8 hope myself.
  One day, Albert stood awkwardly in the doorway of my small, darkenedhospital room. I waved him in with a smile. He walked over to my bed and without a word placed a bundle beside me. Inside the package lay several bulbs.


  Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.
  Back in the 19th century, two brothers had an idea which eventually became their passionate dream. Their pursuit of that dream was rewarded with an accomplishment that changed the world travel.
  On Friday December 17, 1903 at 10:35 a. m., the Wright brothers(Wilbur and Orville) achieved their dream. They flew "the world"s first power driven, heavier than air machine in which man made free, controlled, and sustained flight." This memorable feat took place at Kitty Hawk, North California on a cold windy morning.
  The dream started with an idea that was planted in their minds by a toy given to them by their father. In the words of boys, "late in the autumn of 1878, our father came into the house on evening with some object partly concealed in his hands, and before we could see what it was, he tossed it into the air. Instead of falling to the floor, as we expected, it flew across the room till it struck the ceiling, where it fluttered a while, and finally sank to the floor." This simple toy made of bamboo, cork and stretched rubber bands, fascinated the Wright brothers and sparked their lifelong interest in human flight.
  The Wright brothers were great thinkers. They enjoyed learning new things. Initially, they recycled broken parts, built a printing press and opened their own printing office. Their interest moved to bicycles and in 1893, they opened the Wright Cycle Company where they sold and repair bicycles. But Wilbur(the old brother) had his mind set on something more exciting. He decided to seriously pursue flying.
  The brothers spend many hours searching, testing their machines and making improvements after unsuccessful attempts at human flight. What started out as a hobby soon became a passion. With determination and patience their realized their dream in 1903.
  The next time you hear or see an airplane or travel on one, remember where it all started. A simple idea conceived in the minds of two young men who did not finish high school. Believe it or not, they did not have a University degree in Aeronautical Engineering, Mathematics, Physics or any other subject. They were not scientists in the true sense of the word. In fact, many of their peers who did not witness their accomplishment, had trouble believing that two bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio did what they claimed.
  What idea or ideas are you working on? Have you said you can"t do this or that because you are not a scientist? Have you limited yourself by saying you are not smart enough? Or have you joined the majority in saying that everything has already been invented or discovered?
  Since the introduction of the first generation of personal computers in 1981, we are able to do many things more efficiently. With a super computer between your ears and the personal computer at your fingertips, your dream can be achieved. First, give birth to that dream with an idea. A simple idea that anyone of us can conceive!
草花

因为这段特bie的经历,这六支铅biyou了不tong的意义,bing且保留至jin。

草花:生命作文_生命作文


  Though we all agree that to err is human, each of us believes that she is the exception. We"re supposed to be perfect (We were also supposed to be rich and famous.).
  But learning from our mistakesand accepting our plain——old averageness——is an art. So next time you break a plate or lose your keys, why not take it in stride? Consider the possibility that there is a hidden pattern behind the mistakes in your life.
  1. The art of being neither rich nor famous
  In order to be perceived as special and different, celebrities today strive to shun the limelight and become average folks.(Admit it: Don"t you love knowing that Sharon Stone shops at the Gap?) But regardless of how much money they have in the bank, or how much of a buzz they create when they show up at a club or charity ball, famous folks will never be able to enjoy the life you and I cherish. Small, reassuring pleasures are off-limits to them. You never see them borrowing books from the library, lingering in a coffee shop or window shopping on Main Street.
  One of the saddest things about acquiring fame and fortune is that once you realize you have plenty, you may want plenty more. Often, life is no longer as good as it gets. You never say, "Enough already".
  The only difference between a wise man and a fool is that the wise man knows he is a fool. In the same way, the only difference between an extraor dinary life and an ordinary one is the extraordinary pleasures you find in ordinary things.
  2. Be foolish in public
  Honest and gullible, trusting yet reckless, playful but insecure: These are what it takes to be silly. It is usually the result of a combination of our sterling qualities and our quirky personality traits. We are truer to ourselves when we stop making sense. Unlike stand-up comics who set out to be funnyand get heckled if they are not silly people become lovable simply by embracing the role of the other guy, the character who bumps into walls and shows up at parties with socks that don"t match.
  So next time you are caught talking to yourself in an elevator, don"t apologize. The silent gratitude you generate when you reveal your most vulnerable side to others is well worth the temporary blush.
  Flaunting your flaws, not your cleverness, is what will make you popular with your friends.
  3. Find meaning in your mistakes
  In art and architecture, what appears to be a goof is often a deliberate signal meant to draw attention to a particular aspect of the work. In Islamic art, for instance, small flaws abound in what look like the most luxurious carpets, pottery and mosaics. Artists are urged to purposely make mistakes to remind admiring observers that God alone is perfection.
  In music, notes that deviate from an established pattern are often used to create emotional tension. In the "Funeral March" of his Third Symphony, Beethoven replaced sounds with silences to express the mounting sense of sorrow in the piece. In literature, James Joyce was the champion of the intentional error. For Joyce, mistakes were "portals of discovery." In Ulys in particular, typos, misspellings and absence of punctuation add to the insightfulness of his prose.
草花
  Once a circle missed a wedge1. The circle wanted to be whole, so it went around looking for its missing piece. But because it was incomplete and therefore could roll only very slowly, it admired the flowers along the way. It chatted with worms. It enjoyed the sunshine. It found lots of different pieces, but none of them fit, So it left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching. Then one day the circle found a piece that fit perfectly. It was so happy. Now it could be whole, with nothing missing. It incorporated the missing piece into itself and began to roll. Now that it was a perfect circle, it could roll very fast, too fast to notice the flowers or talking to the worms. When it realized how different the world seemed when it rolled so quickly, it stopped, left its found piece by the side of the road and rolled slowly away.
  The lesson of the story, I suggested, was that in some strange sense we are more whole when we are missing something. The man who has everything is in some ways a poor man. He will never know what it feels like to yearn2, to hope, to nourish3 his soul with the dream of something better. He will never know the experience of having someone who loves him give him something he has always wanted or never had.
  There is a wholeness about the person who has come to terms with his limitations, who has been brave enough to let go of his uealistic dreams and not feel like a failure for doing so. There is a wholeness about the man or woman who has learned that he or she is strong enough to go through a tragedy and survive, who can lose someone and still feel like a complete person.
  Life is not a trap4 set for us by God so that he can condemn us for failing. Life is not a spelling bee, where no matter how many words you"ve gotten right, you"re disqualified if you make one mistake. Life is more like a baseball season, where even the best team loses one -- third of its games and even the worst team has its days of brilliance. Our goal is to win more games than we lose.
  When we accept that imperfection is part of being human, and when we can continue rolling through life and appreciate it, we will have achieved a wholeness that others can only aspire to. That, I believe, is what God asks of us -- not "Be perfect", not "Don"t even make a mistake", but "Be whole. "
  If we are brave enough to love, strong enough to forgive, generous enough to rejoice5 in another"s happiness, and wise enough to know there is enough love to go around for us all, then we can achieve a fulfillment that no other living creature will ever know.
  
  从前有一只圆圈缺了一块楔子。圆圈想保持完整,便四处寻找失去de膓iang樾ㄗ印S捎谒煌暾?所以只能滚动很慢。一路上,它对花儿露出羡慕之色。它与蠕虫谈天侃di。它还欣赏到了阳光之美。圆圈找到了许许多多不同的配件,但是没有一件能完美地与它相配。所以,它将它们统统弃置路旁,继续寻觅。终于有一天,它找到了一个完美的配件。圆圈是那样地高兴,现在它可以说是完美无缺了。它装好配件,然后滚动起来。既然它已成了一个完整的圆圈,所以滚动得非常快,快得以至于无暇观赏花儿,也无暇与蠕虫倾诉心声。圆圈快奔急驰,发现眼中的世界变得如此不同,于是,它不禁停了下来,将找到的那个配件留在路旁,又开始了慢慢地滚动。
  我觉得这个故事告诉我们,从某种奇妙意义上讲,当我们失去了一些东西时反而感到更加完整。一个拥有一切的人其实在某些方面是个穷人。他永远也体hui不到什么是渴望、期待以及对美好梦想的感悟。他也永远不会有这样一种体验:一个爱他的人送给他某种他梦寐以求的或者从未拥有过的东西意味什么。
  人生的完整性在于一个人知道如何面对他的缺陷,如何勇敢地摒弃那些不现实的幻想而又不以此为缺憾。人生的完整性还在于一个男人或女人懂得这样一个道理:他(她)发现自己能勇敢面对人生悲剧而继续生存,能够在失去亲人后依然表现出一个完整的人的风范。
  人生不是上帝为谴责我们的缺陷而给我们布下的陷阱。人生也不是一场拼字游戏比赛。不管你拼出多少单词,一旦出现了一个错误,你便前功尽弃。人生更像是一个棒球赛季。即使最好的球队比赛也会输掉1/3,而最差的球队也有春风得意的日子。我们的目标jiu是多赢球,少输球。
  我们接受了不完整性是人类本性的一部分,我们不断地进行人生滚动并能意识到其价值,我们就会完成完整人生的过程。而对于别人来讲,这只能是一个梦想。我相信这就是上帝对我们的要求:不求“完美”,也不求“永不犯错误”,而是求得人生的“完整”。
  如果我们勇敢得能够去爱,坚强得能够去宽容,大度得能够去分享他人的幸福,明智得能够理解身边充满爱,那么我们就能取得别的生物所不能取得的成就。
  
  注释
  ①wedge n.楔 vt.楔入;挤入
  ②yearn vi.想念,怀念,向往
  ③nourish vt.提供养分,养育
  ④trap vt.设陷阱捕捉;诱捕
  ⑤rejoice vi.欣喜,高兴

虽然zhong国早已发出了xu许多多《大气污染法》,但却没有yong几次,甚至有的还从来都没用过。外国的天空为什么蓝,因为他们下的让天空变蓝的决心,用大量资金去改善。如果中国这样,我相信中国的天空也neng变好,变蓝。

草花

你们guo年放yan花了吗?我ai烟花,我爱新年,我爱sheng活!

草花:【美丽的田野作文450字】美丽的田野作文400字


  Albert tossed1 the papers on my desk--his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
  "What"s wrong?" I asked.
  He jabbed2 a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said.
  How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
  It"s not that I hadn"t been warned. Other women who had worked my job before me called Albert names I couldn"t repeat. One coworker took me aside the first day. "He"s personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.
  As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Albert. His actions made me question much that I believed in, such as turning the other cheek and loving your enemies. Albert quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way.
  One day another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Albert glanced up. "What?" he asked abruptly.
  Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.
  I sat across from him and said calmly, "Albert, the way you"ve been treating me is wrong. I"ve never had anyone speak to me that way. it"s wrong, and I can"t allow it to continue."
  Albert snickered3 nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.
  "I want to make you a promise, I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
  Albert avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch4 on his desk. Another day Ileft a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.
  Over the next few weeks, Albert reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Coworkers cornered5 me in the break room. "Guess you got to Albert," they said.
  I shook my head. "Albert and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Albert in the hall, I smiled at him: After all, that"s what friends do.
  One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized6 to my lymph nodes7 and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After my surgery, friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words. No one knew what to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to8 hope myself.
  One day, Albert stood awkwardly in the doorway of my small, darkenedhospital room. I waved him in with a smile. He walked over to my bed and without a word placed a bundle beside me. Inside the package lay several bulbs.
草花
  The poor are very wonderful people. One evening we went out and we picked up four people from the street. And one of them was in a most terrible condition, and I told the sisters: You take care of the other three. I take care of this one who looked worse. So I did for her all that my love can do. I put her in bed, and there was such a beautiful smile on her face. She took hold of my hand as she said just the words "thank you" and she died. I could not help but examine my conscience1 before her and I asked what would I say if I was in her place. And my answer was very simple. I would have tried to draw a little attention to myself. I would have said I am hungry, that I am dying, I am cold, I am in pain, or something, but she gave me much more -- she gave me her grateful love. And she died with a smile on her face. As did that man whom we picked up from the drain2, half eaten with worms, and we brought him to the home. "I have lived like an animal in the street, but I am going to die like an angel, loved and cared for." And it was so wonderful to see the greatness of that man who could speak like that, who could die like that without blaming anybody, without cursing anybody, without comparing anything. Like an angel -- this is the greatness of our people. And that is why we believe what Jesus had said: I was hungry, I was naked, I was homeless, I was unwanted, unloved, uncared for, and you did it to me.
  I believe that we are not real social workers. We may be doing social work in the eyes of the people, but we are really contemplative3 in the heart of the world. For we are touching the body of Christ twenty-four hours... And I think that in our family we don"t need bombs and guns, to destroy, to bring peace, just get together, love one another, bring that peace, that joy, that strength of presence of each other in the home. And we will be able to overcome all the evil that is in the world.
  And with this prize that I have received as a Prize of Peace, I am going to try to make the home for many people who have no home. Because I believe that love begins at home, and if we can create a home for the poor I think that more and more love will spread. And we will be able through this understanding love to bring peace be the good news to the poor. The poor in our own family first, in our country and in the world. To be able to do this, our sisters, our lives have to be woven with prayer. They have to be woven with Christ to be able to understand, to be able to share. Because to be woven with Christ is to be able to understand, to be able to share. Because today there is so much suffering... When I pick up a person from the street, hungry, I give him a plate of rice, a piece of bread, I have satisfied. I have removed that hunger. But a person who is shut out, who feels unwanted, unloved, terrified, the person who has been thrown out from society --that poverty is so full of hurt and so unbearable... And so let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love, and once we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something.

草花:【丰富多彩的校园生活】 快乐的校园生活作文300


  Albert tossed1 the papers on my desk--his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.
  "What"s wrong?" I asked.
  He jabbed2 a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said.
  How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
  It"s not that I hadn"t been warned. Other women who had worked my job before me called Albert names I couldn"t repeat. One coworker took me aside the first day. "He"s personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.
  As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Albert. His actions made me question much that I believed in, such as turning the other cheek and loving your enemies. Albert quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way.
  One day another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Albert glanced up. "What?" he asked abruptly.
  Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.
  I sat across from him and said calmly, "Albert, the way you"ve been treating me is wrong. I"ve never had anyone speak to me that way. it"s wrong, and I can"t allow it to continue."
  Albert snickered3 nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.
  "I want to make you a promise, I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
  Albert avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch4 on his desk. Another day Ileft a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.
  Over the next few weeks, Albert reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Coworkers cornered5 me in the break room. "Guess you got to Albert," they said.
  I shook my head. "Albert and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Albert in the hall, I smiled at him: After all, that"s what friends do.
  One year after our "talk," I discovered I had breast cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized6 to my lymph nodes7 and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After my surgery, friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words. No one knew what to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to8 hope myself.
  One day, Albert stood awkwardly in the doorway of my small, darkenedhospital room. I waved him in with a smile. He walked over to my bed and without a word placed a bundle beside me. Inside the package lay several bulbs.

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