Immigrants from Chen Yingying

Criticism is like a mirror, it shows your shortcomings; Criticism is like a bowl of bitter medicine, which heals your wounds. Criticism is like a dazzling ray of sunshine, which inspires you to make continuous progress. It all depends on how you face criticism.

Remember that * * * who idled around all day? He saw a beautiful woman at the dance and decided to dance with her. The beautiful woman firmly refused him. From then on, he turned criticism into a kind of motivation, left home to study hard and finally became a world celebrity. When the lady came to apologize, he smiled and refused. He said sincerely, "Don't apologize, I really want to thank you for your criticism!" " This is grignard.

Criticism became a gift to grignard at this time, which inspired him to make up his mind to study hard. Yes! Some people are grateful for criticism. They are blind people trapped in the mire, but they still don't understand. At this time, criticism is like a savior. If you catch it, you can live. Some people are determined to start over from criticism. They sincerely accept the boiling water that brewed them, turn criticism and frustration into motivation, and exude the fragrance of their lives. They accepted this bowl of bitter medicine that no one wanted to drink, and then they criticized it.

Why not Lu Xun? When he was a child, he studied in a strict private school. Because his father was ill, his mother had to work alone, and he took on the job of buying medicine for his father to change his medicine. My husband severely criticized him for being late for buying medicine that morning. He returned to his seat without saying a word and carved a small word "early" in the corner of his desk. Since then, he has never been late again.

Lu Xun did not defend himself. Even if there were more objective factors, he deeply engraved the word "early" in his heart and let him remember it forever. "Early" is not only early arrival, but also a learning attitude. He finally succeeded because he regarded criticism as a kind reminder and regarded criticism as his real problem. Constant ill sentences should be changed to: always remind.

Criticism is the dark dawn. Criticism is a kind reminder on the road of life. Sometimes, criticism is more inspiring than praise. Criticism is like a note, which composes a perfect life movement. Criticism, like green grass, sets off a beautiful garden. Criticism is a bitter tear, which makes us remember our failures and lessons forever.

When we face criticism, why not say "thank you" to it? Face criticism well, and the other side of success is not far from you. It's too long, the teacher will see. Answer: criticism is like a mirror, showing your shortcomings; Criticism is like a bowl of bitter medicine, which heals your wounds. Criticism is like a dazzling ray of sunshine, which inspires you to make continuous progress. It all depends on how you face criticism.

Remember that * * * who idled around all day? He saw a beautiful woman at the dance and decided to dance with her. The beautiful woman firmly refused him. From then on, he turned criticism into a kind of motivation, left home to study hard and finally became a world celebrity. When the lady came to apologize, he smiled and refused. He said sincerely, "Don't apologize, I really want to thank you for your criticism!" " This is grignard.

Criticism became a gift to grignard at this time, which inspired him to make up his mind to study hard. Yes! Some people are grateful for criticism. They are blind people trapped in the mire, but they still don't understand. At this time, criticism is like a savior. If you catch it, you can live. Some people are determined to start over from criticism. They sincerely accept the boiling water that brewed them, turn criticism and frustration into motivation, and exude the fragrance of their lives. They accepted this bowl of bitter medicine that no one wanted to drink, and then they criticized it.

Criticism is the dark dawn. Criticism is a kind reminder on the road of life. Sometimes, criticism is more inspiring than praise. Criticism is like a note, which composes a perfect life movement. Criticism, like green grass, sets off a beautiful garden. Criticism is a bitter tear, which makes us remember our failures and lessons forever.

When we face criticism, why not say "thank you" to it? Face criticism well, and the other side of success is not far from you.

I'm ashamed. How can it be specific? Not writing a composition. Something that makes me ashamed.

This is something that happened to me. Whenever I take the bus, I think of it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

One Sunday morning a few days ago, I was taking a bus with my mother to my grandmother's house. The Spring Festival is coming, and everyone is busy shopping. A few days just happened to be a party, and everyone was busy going to the market. 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 canned peach, and it is crowded.

I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "Walking towards my row of seats, I thought: it's still far from grandma's house. How tired it is to give up your seat and squeeze into the crowd. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, an elder sister stood up and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, you can sit in my seat." Then, she carefully helped her grandmother to sit down, and she always leaned back in her seat, holding 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 the big sister was squeezed with sweat all over her face, holding a lot of things in her hand, her back gradually bent and she stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, and many people got off. My sister and I are also going to get off. Everyone walked towards the car door with big bags. Suddenly, I don't know who pinched the elder sister's leg. The elder sister let out a scream of "Ouch", gritted her teeth, showed a painful expression on her face, and got off the bus clutching her legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a squeeze hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the elder sister sitting on the side of the road, rolling up her trouser legs to check the wound. Her legs were squashed into a big blue.

I stood there, stupefied, feeling my face burning. Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.

Something that makes me ashamed.

Everyone's childhood has joys and sorrows, and there are also some setbacks in the March of growth. I can't remember many bits and pieces since I was a child, but one thing remains in my memory.

That day, I was walking in the street of my hometown, and suddenly I smelled a smell, which was the smell of smoke. I followed the smoke to a barbecue stall, ha! Today is really lucky. I shouted to the proprietress, "A drumstick and beef ... that's enough!" "I immediately took out a piece of" Great Unity "and said," Boss! Is this money enough? The proprietress took a look and replied, "There is still one yuan short! "Hearing this, I don't believe it! But I didn't know I was wrong until I did the math. I felt it in my pocket. Shit, there is no money! The bags of clothes and trousers are all empty, so I have to go home and get the money. The proprietress read my mind and said, "You can take it first, by the way, I'll wait for you! "I ran home and opened the piggy bank. When I saw it, I was blindsided: there was only one yuan left! My heart is like two little people fighting. One person said, "don't hand it in, how nice it is to stay!" "Another said," If you want to pay, you must learn to be honest! " I thought: if you don't pay, she can't come to you anyway! I turned on the TV and watched it while eating. How happy I am! Can look at the red scarf in the chest, the in the mind suddenly * * * spicy. How can you be a young pioneer if you do such a bad thing? I must pay back the money!

But I looked all over the alley and didn't see him. It's raining, and the raindrops seem to stick to me. I am very ashamed. ...

Something that makes me ashamed.

In all life in the world, there is always a kind of fate, which can collide with brilliant sparks and make people dream of life; This fate reminds people of their lives and supports them.

On that day, we went to a nearby institution to play with some children. The scene of us playing with snow and the excitement of lighting fireworks and firecrackers are warm in this cold winter night.

I picked up a firecracker and put it in a bamboo basket, but I didn't care at all. Bamboo basket is a waste paper basket, with a lot of mimeographed paper and a pile of flammable paper and sawdust beside it!

"Hoo!"

When firecrackers exploded, several sparks immediately ignited them. The mimeograph room is on fire! ! !

It was you who dragged me out of the fire with great difficulty. Looking at the dark night, listening to the voice of adults running in the distance. ...

The crowd gradually put out the fire, and I have been hiding behind my father.

Finally, I put all the responsibility on you. ...

On the day of compensation, you gave me a deep look and said nothing.

It's still snowing outside the window, but I can't hide my guilt anymore.

You didn't accuse me, but silently tolerated my mistakes.

As the days passed, the matter was gradually solved. Finally, one day you told me that you were leaving, and you might emigrate to a foreign country. My heart is broken like glass. I lost February, and the friendship that disappeared from the world is hard to find. From then on, we lived far apart. I lost your tolerance, but I know how to be a man. I will keep it forever.

The most precious friendship is as eternal and distant as Polaris.

I got it, but I'm afraid I lost it. I got it. ...

Something I'm ashamed of-

In my five years of primary school life, I have experienced many things. Some are like

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I am ashamed of my composition. There is a new member in my family. That's a lovely pug, Pan Pan. Pan Pan, with big eyes and a keen sense of smell, has a lovely right brain shape. Pan Pan is loyal and lovely, but sometimes he is fierce. Once, he had a "dispute" with other dogs, only to see him "furious" and "dancing with his claws", and with his natural skills, he held the other two dogs. At first, Pan Pan suffered a little; But in a blink of an eye, he burst into "wildness" and tried his best to finally scare off the enemy and let them escape in despair. Pan Pan called twice at this time, which made him particularly proud. Pan Pan is also a "trouble embryo".

Once, I took the crystal bottle out to admire it. Suddenly, Pan Pan rushed into the door and shouted. I was shocked, and the crystal bottle "hugged" on the ground and immediately "smashed". I froze, and my heart was cold, like "fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and eight downs." "What to do, what to do, this is dad's most painful baby!" I stamped my foot and patted the sofa with my hand. I don't know what to do. Pan Pan's eyes also flashed some sadness. I swept the debris into the trash can and kept pacing up and down in the living room. I am in a hurry. In the evening, dad came back. As usual, he put down his bag and went to his sweetheart ... "Hey? Why is the crystal bottle missing? Yuanyuan, where is the crystal bottle? Did you break it? " Dad looks angry. I walked over and looked around unnaturally. Dad is a little skeptical. Let me make it clear what happened. I was too nervous to speak: "No ... No ... No ... It was ... I succeeded, but ... it was ... I took it out ... I looked at it, and I was looking forward to it, so ... so, it was broken ... more?

I feel ashamed that she left. I am ashamed that my little brain has come up with a bad idea to torture me!

On this sunny morning, my parents went to work, and I thought of the composition that our teacher left at home! This is the reason why my idea came into being. I feel dizzy when I think about it! Look at the three lines in the text. There are more than ninety words. The teacher asked us to write 600 words. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I thought about it. There were many drinkers in ancient China! After what Li baijiu wrote a famous sentence through the ages, Zhang Fei drank and broke the city! ! ! The ancients were so great, I also want to try and see if I can come out and help me after drinking my good words and sentences! So my shame came out.

I immediately ran to the restaurant to find my dad's good wine. Where is it? I found a small chair to stand up and a bottle of good wine. But I thought ancient wines were all girlish red or something! The degree must be high! I also find a bottle of high-alcohol to drink! I found a bottle, took another cup and poured one. When I smelled it, my nose suddenly burned. I also said that heaven is a great task for the people of Sri Lanka. I must first choke its nose and burn its lips.

Ha ha. I had a drink and didn't think it was enough. I made another one! My throat is very hot after drinking, and I feel very uncomfortable! ! ! ! It's too painful.

I immediately ran to the study, ready to strike while the iron was hot, but I was getting dizzy, and those good words and sentences just didn't come out to help me. I don't know if it was hot for a while! I only heard someone open the door. composition

When I woke up, the wall was white. The ceiling is white. There is also a man in white. I'm in heaven! It's impossible. Looking again, it turned out to be a hospital, and my mother was looking at me. The doctor said he was drunk and passed out!

I went home with my mother, and I told her what happened. My mother is happy! Like a flower! ! ! ! ! !

I'm ashamed to think of it now! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I was ashamed that time! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Composition, I am ashamed this spring. The spring of 20 12 is really tired. The reason why people feel tired, especially tired, is because they always wander between persistence and giving up, without making a choice. -The inscription bell rang again. When I returned to my seat in the classroom, I was really tired when I faced a high pile of books on the desktop. Every day, I study aimlessly, eat, sleep, get up and study again, eat, sleep, and so on. It's really tiring! What happened? Why are you so tired? It's like the devil sucked all your energy. I'm listless all day, saying I'm a walking corpse. Don't think too much. But the spirit in the body is struggling and resisting desperately, and I can hear its voice: "I won't allow you to fall down, I won't allow you to lose power." Yes, where did I go when I was high-spirited and dreaming a beautiful dream? What hindered my dream? It turned out to be tired, but tired. People are tired because they are always hovering between persistence and giving up. The expectations of my family made me want to stick to it. Faced with the thick book that I can never finish reading, I want to give up. With the encouragement of my friends and classmates, I want to stick to it. Faced with endless problems, I want to give up. As soon as I think of my beautiful dream carefully woven for myself, I want to stick to it, but I want to give up in the face of the temptation of the outside world. The devil and the elf in my heart have been fighting, and I am caught in the middle. I'm really touched and tired. In the spring of 20 12, I was sleepy when I was reading, and I didn't know when I fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I saw myself after many years, with short hair and a straight suit, and I was calmly chatting with my clients about my economics. The deskmate knocked on the table: "Hey, the teacher is coming down." Her words pulled me back from my dream. But recalling that dream suddenly refreshed me. Isn't this the future I want? Wake up like a dream. For the original dream, I will stick to it anyway and reach the other side of my dream. In the spring of 20 12, I am really tired, but in the summer of 20 12, I will rally and hold high the sail of my dreams.

At that moment, I was ashamed. At the moment of writing, I was really ashamed.

Four or five years later, the scene at that moment is still vivid, and I feel ashamed of my vanity every time I think about it.

It was an afternoon in June+February, 5438, and there was a little Mao Mao rain in the sky. My mother and I went to the big market. She is going to buy some more vegetables to make up for the vacancy of selling out in the morning. Because it was Sunday, I went with her. The gray sky, the muddy road and the desire in my heart make me unhappy. When New Year's Day arrived, many students put on their own light and beautiful black leather shoes, while I wore cotton shoes that looked heavy. As a girl, I often feel a little inferior because of this. Although warm, vanity, I am more and more exclusive.

When my mother and I came to the big market, we had to go through a shoe city to get to the food market. Seeing a dazzling array of beautiful shoes, I finally couldn't help saying to my mother, "Mom, I want to buy shoes." The voice is weak, even a little timid. "Don't you already have it? And very warm. " Mother asked me in a gentle tone. But it doesn't look good. The voice is also very small, but it reveals a feeling of disgust. Mom was shocked at once, and then suddenly realized, "Yes! The daughter knows that it is beautiful. " So she dragged me into a shop, I chose a pair, she paid for it, and we went back outside. She said, "Go home! My money is not enough. " She walked in front and I walked behind. At that moment, I suddenly felt ashamed, ignorant, vain, even worse than when I came, and very sour in my heart.

In fact, that is a pair of very inferior shoes, the appearance is not treasure, it is really a failure. When I mentioned those shoes, I still followed my mother slowly. I'm really embarrassed to talk to my mother. I ruined my mother's original plan because of my insignificant vanity. I was thinking, thinking, when my mother suddenly turned to me and said, "Hurry up!" " Too much rain will make you sick. "Then she took my arm and trotted home. She seemed to see my unhappiness and said to me, "Please make my daughter happy anyway!" I smiled and said nothing. Then I turned my back on the TV, and my mother went to do something else. She didn't see the tears in my eyes, but I saw the shining love in her heart. She saw the smile on my face, but I didn't see the hardships she went through.

At that moment, I felt ashamed of myself. I knew I was much bigger, much bigger. ...

For reference only, I wish you progress in your study!

The interpretation of romantic love is quite different from today's. In ancient times, it was an old man holding a cow, Yan Ziling fishing in Fuchun River, Zhu Gekongming lying in the thatched cottage, Pan An throwing a fruit to make a pot full of money, Wei Jie with pearls and jewels, Mu Rongchong of Phoenix, the warrior Lan Ling with a romantic hat, Ji Kang with an affectionate voice, and Wang Xizhi with a preface to Lanting ... Tao Tao was also naive.

In China's almost 5,000-year history, everyone who is regarded as an accomplished person has a great mother, and Su Dongpo is no exception-her mother, the daughter of Dali Temple, was born in a scholarly family, with dignified and elegant manners, profound knowledge and demeanor. Similarly, this is a far-sighted woman. She asked Su Dongpo and

Su Shi and Wang Anshi are good friends, but due to the political differences with Wang Anshi and other new schools-in his view, the difference between the new school and the old school lies not in the system but in the bureaucracy, in short, not in the system but in the style. At that time, the bureaucracy in the Northern Song Dynasty was serious, such as an old disease that lingered on the human body for decades. If you want to use the medicine of tiger and wolf at once, it will not only cure the disease, but will damage the human body. Only if it is implemented step by step can it be cured. Of course, he is not allowed to appear in court. The party knows that he wants to be demoted to Hangzhou and leave this dirty officialdom.

It is said that there are Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world, and the West Lake is graceful and enchanting, such as writing and smiling; Lingyin is deep, full of Zen, and the faint and obvious places are like celebrities talking and laughing. Zhong Ling is such a beautiful place, accepting Su Shi's depressed and confused heart. Su Shi's heart was comforted in a landscape of lakes and mountains. He went out to visit relatives and friends all day. After the weather, his heart became more open-minded and bold, opening up a new world in the art of poetry. Later, he was transferred to Mizhou (now Zhucheng, Shandong Province), Xuzhou, Huzhou and other places as well-known county magistrates. As an honest official who can understand the sufferings of the people, his political achievements are very outstanding and lasted for about ten years. Just when he thought he was so old in his life, a disaster came to him again.

This is the famous Wutai poetry case. Su Shi was arrested and imprisoned 103 days, and was on the verge of beheading several times. In those darkest days, Su Shi faced countless attacks, indifferent ridicule, and people's loneliness when they were frustrated ... His inner pain was unbearable and tortured him day and night, both physically and mentally. After all kinds of torture, I finally ushered in the day when I was released from prison. I often think that on that day, he faced the sunshine that he hadn't seen for more than 0/00 days. What did he think of? Is it superficial fame and fortune, a vain struggle for understanding, or a long-term hatred for this body, when should I forget the sigh of the camp?

The play ended with Su Dongpo's relegation to Huangzhou. In Huangzhou, Su Shi was disheartened and spent more time visiting historical sites and writing poems. Life at home is difficult, so it is convenient for him to lead his family to reclaim a sloping land in the east of the city after his official duties and help with farming. It was at this time that he got the nickname "Dongpo lay man".

But the joke of fate is not over yet: recall the capital, demote Hangzhou, demote Huiyang, exile Hainan, and finally die in Changzhou. At the age of sixty-four, he was made Wenzhong.

Dongpo's life is full of romance.

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