又回到了学校作文【一】
if i were a boy again, i would school myself into a habit of attention; i would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. i would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
the habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. i often hear grown up people say, “i could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although i wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
if i were to live my life over again, i would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. i wou
ld strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. it takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. it only needs early cultivation to become a power.
if i were a boy again, i would cultivate courage. “nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.
we too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” the fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
if i were a boy again, i would look on the cheerful side. life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, i smiles back upon you; but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.
inner sunshine warms
not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it. “who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”
importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline.
if i were a boy again, i would school myself to say no more often. i might write pages on the doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.
if i were a boy again, i would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well. the smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.
finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, i would, if i were a boy again, i would still try harder to make others happy.
又回到了学校作文【二】
青蛙走着走着，遇到了很多很多的青蛙，一只青蛙问：“朋友，你从哪里来呀?”井底的青蛙说：“我是从井里来的。”另外一只青蛙说：“我们去捉害虫吧!”井底的青蛙说：“好。”这时又有一只青蛙说：“等等，田野里有很多的陷阱。”井底的青蛙忙问：“什么，田野里也有陷阱?”又有一只青蛙接着说：“对，如果你看到有一个人拿着一张网，那个人会捉咱们到市场上去卖钱!你一定要小心!”井底的青蛙瞪大了眼睛，半信半疑。
突然，一个黑影过来把井底的`青蛙和那些青蛙伙伴们都抓住了。他们被扔进一个大黑袋子里，透不过气来，他们大喊：“救命!救命!救命啊!”这时，小鸟看见了，心想：怎么办?怎么办呀?小鸟灵机一动说：“有了，可以找老鼠先生帮忙。”小鸟匆匆地飞到老鼠先生的家门口，大声喊：“快出来，老鼠先生，我有急争!”老鼠先生探出头来，说：“原来是你呀，小鸟，有什么事吗?”小鸟把刚才发生的事说了一遍，老鼠先生说：“好，我们快去救那些可怜的青蛙吧。”
被捉进袋子里的青蛙们生气了，愤怒地说：“我们为了人类捉害虫，他们为什么这样对待我们?”井底的青蛙叹了口气说：“哎，这个世道太不公平了!”又有一只青蛙说：“完了，这回真的完了。”这时老鼠先生赶来了，他问小鸟：“是这个袋子吗?”小鸟说：“是这个袋子，你快把这个袋子咬破吧。”老鼠先生用他锋利的牙齿几下就把袋子咬了一个大洞，他对袋子里的青蛙说：“别怕，我来救你们了。”几只青蛙跳出袋子，逃走了。这时，井底的青蛙忽然看见一个手机，便上前拿起电话，打了一个“110”，说：“救命呀，有人捉青蛙。”公安人员接到报警，一会儿就来到田野上，看见了捉青蛙的坏人，把他们抓走了，还把青蛙都放回来了。
井底之蛙看了，高兴得又蹦又跳。但又一想，外面太不安全了，我还是回到井里吧。他飞快地跳回井边，“扑通”一声跳到了井底。
又回到了学校作文【三】
新妈妈刚来的一个月当中，盖慧玲总是躲着她。可是新妈妈并不计较，对她很关心。原来破破烂烂的家收拾得井井有条，桌椅板凳一尘不染。盖慧玲几次想喊她“妈妈”可总是喊不出口。
一天，盖慧玲着了凉，呕吐了。身上、地上、都是秽物，气味难闻。新妈妈给她洗衣服，清扫地上的脏物。晚上，专门为她做面汤，亲自喂她。说：“玲玲，快点盖好被子好好睡一觉，捂一捂就好了。”盖慧玲忍不住哭了，搂着新妈妈的脖子，喃喃地叫了一声“妈妈!”
世上只有妈妈好。妈妈又回到了盖慧玲的.身边。她是不幸中的幸运儿，因为她拥有了人间最珍贵的东西——母爱。母爱是无私的，富有牺牲精神的。
又回到了学校作文【四】
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage. Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice, says a wise author.
We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear. The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear. Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them. Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.
又回到了学校作文【五】
If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. There are only two creatures, says a proverb, Who can surmount the pyramids — the eagle and the snail.
If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.
The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough. I often hear grown up people say, I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.
If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.
