An essay on the theme of concession

1 This is a book "reassuring parents, teachers and students", which has caused a "storm" of self-responsibility and self-management of millions of young students. -inscription

The teacher asked us to read a book. The name of the book is very nice. Mind your own business and fly. As soon as I saw the title, I had the urge to read it at once.

Holding a book in my hand, I finished it quickly. The author Wu Mutian is a middle school student who has been trained in self-management and methodology since childhood. He began to publish his works at the age of 65,438+00, and went to a middle school in the United States for exchange in senior three. Currently studying at Purdue University, which is known as the "Mother of American Space". In this book, Wu Mutian achieved one wonderful moment after another in his growth with his super self-management ability, showing us the self-management realm of "I can do well without being forced by others" and enjoying the happiness and sweetness of self-growth.

When faced with the danger of being repatriated at the Canadian airport, he successfully managed his nervousness and panic, remained calm, had an argument with immigration officials, and successfully persuaded the other party to return to China. In an unfamiliar environment without friends and relatives, even an adult may panic and accept punishment. /kloc-Wu Mutian, 0/7 years old, turned the tide because he had the consciousness and ability to solve problems independently.

In a year and a half, Wu Mutian insisted on writing a self-management summary every day, and recorded the harvest and things worth reflecting on in words. Although he was lazy occasionally in the middle, he finally wrote a summary of more than 300 thousand words while completing his study task, creating a miracle that even he couldn't imagine at the beginning! At first, Wu Mutian accepted his parents' self-management education with rebellious mentality, but with the practice step by step, he gradually tasted the sweetness: in the past, he was always distracted in his study, staring at books and thinking about games, but later he was able to concentrate and improve his learning efficiency quickly; In the past, teachers and parents were required to urge them, but now they can become the "most conscious" students in the eyes of teachers. I entered the provincial key middle school with excellent results, was selected as an international exchange student, and was admitted to a key university in the United States. In the process of self-management, he also experienced many struggles and exits. If he wants to manage himself well, he must understand that his growth is irreplaceable. Therefore, no matter how others urge and force him, it can't replace his growth. He should manage himself instead of waiting for others to force him.

Self-awareness is the core of self-management. Self-awareness never comes naturally. It needs to fight slackness and laziness, cultivate good habits and hone its willpower.

A conscious mind has great power, which is enough to help us arrange our study and life in a self-managed way, help us maximize our potential and help us put wings on our dreams.

The consciousness that sleeps in our hearts needs to be awakened.

Composition 2 on the topic of concession was born fearless and fought to the end. Only when we are not afraid of challenges and are careful, patient and persistent can we finally open up a unique and shining road in this colorful world.

"No one can succeed casually without experiencing wind and rain ..." This familiar song took me back to that impressive autumn one year ago. Finally entered the hall of the third grade, followed by the annual sports meeting. With the start of project registration, I inexplicably signed up for the1500m long-distance running. When I reacted, I could only look at the summary sheet submitted by the Sports Commission with a wry smile.

Long-distance running is really difficult for a chubby person like me. No choice but to cram for the Buddha's feet-go to the playground to practice running every day. "pa!" With the crisp sound, I fell heavily on the lawn again because of my physical exhaustion. How many times is this? I rubbed my dizzy head and thought about it, shook my head, lying on the lawn and looking at the blue night sky, and the night breeze was blowing gently. Soon, a fat figure was still running on the playground.

"Go!" With the referee's order, ten of us rushed out, and the day finally came. I'm still a little worried when running. In so many days of emergency training, I have managed to reach the finish line very few times. I'm afraid I'll fall down halfway as usual. Before I started, my heartbeat kept ringing. Now I can only grit my teeth and follow the figure of my classmates in front.

"Hoo ... hoo ..." The shortness of breath kept coming from my nose, and my pace seemed to be getting slower and slower. Can't you hold on? I can't help chanting in my mind, it seems that I am still too reluctant, and my sweaty face can't help but show a wry smile. "No, I can't give up yet. Isn't so much training for the moment of success? " Unwilling voice rang in my mind. I paused, and then looked at the students who had been cheering for us by the track. I gritted my teeth, sped up the already slowed down speed again, and crossed the finish line in the cheers of everyone. Although I finally collapsed in the rest area and couldn't get up anyway, the joy of success was already on my face.

If you have the heart, the world will make way. Without the desire for victory, it will soon be useless. This case woke me up while I was sleeping. Now, I will use the pen in my hand to find my own way, a road to success in the senior high school entrance examination.

I've been saying the word "tangled" since May. Every time I say this word, my brow, intestines and thoughts seem to be twisted together.

Why? It's not my son's yet! In fact, as early as March, I began to hear all kinds of gossip. Later, I volunteered to read gossip online and kept telling others what I saw and heard. ...

In this way, production resumed in April;

May special student exam;

Later, * * * was built;

Later parents' meeting;

Subsequent tasks ...

The seemingly clear program was screwed up by myself:

First, a friend helped me hand in my resume, and the school I didn't want to go to also wanted my son to take the exam (which I regretted for several months)

The school I wanted to go to later was not smooth either. The most exasperating thing is that my son took the certificate recognized by the special students, and the teacher didn't give me the opportunity to take the exam at all! The saddest thing is that my son didn't hear the teacher clearly! )

In hindsight, let alone children, I was in a daze at that time, and I may have misunderstood.

Later, I began to reflect on why I went to this school. Actually, the earliest school was suitable for my son. When my son goes there, the atmosphere and learning methods there must be like a duck to water. But I insist on finding a cool school for my son to "exercise"!

It's too late to regret, as if there is no way out!

Go!

I have been torturing myself while waiting. I once had dinner with a friend and said that there are some courses now, and my friend took a question to test everyone. Originally for fun, by the way, the accuracy of this question. But as soon as I answered, my friend was silent and changed the subject. You seem a little paranoid ... Hi! I see. It's nothing. I just haven't been myself lately ... Now that I say it, I seem to feel much better. My nervous system seems to be falling apart. Please adjust it quickly!

It turns out that this is also the reason why I am angry recently. Great, take a deep breath and see if it's adjusted.

Some people were moved by the dance of disabled people, some by the hard work of volunteers, and I was moved by the simplicity of a cleaner's uncle.

It was a cold winter day, dark clouds galloped in the sky, and the cold wind swept the dead leaves all over the ground, which was particularly bleak. I walked alone on my way home from school. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and I shrank my neck. It's too cold! I have to hurry home! I bowed my head and walked quickly while thinking. When I looked up, I saw a cleaner in front of me. He is about forty years old, wearing a dark blue jacket and a khaki jacket. It was very cold, but there were big drops of sweat on his head, which showed the deep wrinkles on his face. At this time, he was dumping a pile of garbage into the garbage truck, and then hunched over to another trash can. I bowed my head and walked quickly, but I accidentally bumped into him. I was shocked and said, "I'm sorry ..." He raised his bloodshot eyes and smiled with a simple and honest smile. "It's all right, son, it's so cold. Go home quickly! Cough! " Before the words were finished, he coughed violently and wanted to get up and push the garbage truck. I quickly said, "Why don't you go to the hospital?" He shook his head: "This is an old problem. Going to the hospital is a waste of money. Besides, when I left, this place was left unattended. What about the environment? " There was a warm current in my heart and my eyes were a little moist. What a simple and kind uncle cleaner! For the sake of the environment here and our health, he would rather not see a doctor. For the sake of the environment here, he silently contributed without complaint. His figure gradually blurred in my field of vision, but grew taller in my heart.

The next morning, I curled up in a warm bed, immersed in a sweet dream, but was interrupted by the howling of the north wind. At this moment, there was a faint rustle in my ear. I turned over and thought, "Who will be outside in such a cold day?" I got up and looked out the window, ah! It's him again That uncle cleaner! He is cleaning up the garbage in the community. That pile of garbage has been neglected for a long time, and its smell is unpleasant and pungent. Anyone who sees it has to make a detour, let alone clean it. But he is not afraid of dirty and smelly, and he doesn't even frown at all. He carefully lifted the trash can, bent over the garbage truck, hunched his back and swept it bit by bit with a broom. His action seems to be more like painting a beautiful oil painting than cleaning up a pile of smelly garbage. Reminds me of that sentence: "I'd rather have a dirty person for a clean home", and my eyes are moist again, and tears blur my eyes instantly.

I remember a sentence in Michelle Seeds: "Your heart to beautify the world is the seed to beautify life". The uncle cleaner devoted himself to this despised profession, which is touching!