Long, long ago, there were two brothers, the one rich and the other poor. When Christmas Eve came, the poor one had not a bite in the house, either of meat or bread; so he went to his brother, and begged him, in God's name, to give him something for Christmas Day. It was by no means the first time that the brother had been forced to give something to him, and he was not better pleased at being asked now than he generally was.
"If you will do what I ask you, you shall have a whole ham," said he. The poor one immediately thanked him, and promised this.
"Well, here is the ham, and now you must go straight to Dead Man's Hall," said the rich brother, throwing the ham to him.
"Well, I will do what I have promised," said the other, and he took the ham and set off. He went on and on for the livelong day, and at nightfall he came to a place where there was a bright light.
"I have no doubt this is the place," thought the man with the ham.
An old man with a long white beard was standing in the outhouse, chopping Yule logs.
"Good-evening," said the man with the ham.
"Good-evening to you. Where are you going at this late hour?" said the man.
"I am going to Dead Man's Hall, if only I am on the right track," answered the poor man.
"Oh! yes, you are right enough, for it is here," said the old man. "When you get inside they will all want to buy your ham, for they don't get much meat to eat there; but you must not sell it unless you can get the hand-mill which stands behind the door for it. When you come out again I will teach you how to stop the hand-mill, which is useful for almost everything."
So the man with the ham thanked the other for his good advice, and rapped at the door.
Life has its ups and downs, and only true friends always stay around. Like anyone else, I have got many friends. They often help me when I’m in trouble. Especially, when I fail in an examination, they always care for me and encourage me to study harder. Last year, when I was hurt in a basketball game, my friends took me to the nearby hospital at once and look after me by turns. In my eyes, friends are the most precious wealth that one should treasure all his life.
过分依赖作文选会思路僵化
据记者调查,北京某校初一学生平均每人拥有作文书17本,最多者有50本,最少的有3本。广州的学生又怎样呢?本报记者在广州书店随机询问一些中小学生得知,他们购买过的.作文书也多在5本以上,一位家长甚至给孩子购置的这类书籍已价值千元以上。
作文书这般热销,它到底给孩子们带来什么呢?
儿童文学作家广东教育出版社的编审刘小玲女士,在广州市少年宫担任过四年“作文实验班”老师,她对此深有感触:“每届都有那么几位同学,在我布置了作文题目后不过15分钟,就洋洋洒洒写出几百字,而且结构完整、语句流畅,但开头和结尾永远都是一个模式。在他们的笔下,冬天永远有雪,秋天永远是枫叶红遍,春天永远是冰消雪化;眼睛永远像忽闪的星星,早晨的阳光永远明媚……这是他们生活中的季节吗?是他们亲身经历过的吗?”有一次,她布置了一篇作文,全班40个学生居然有23个的作文开头都是“在一个阳光明媚的早上……”令她哭笑不得!
刘小玲说,她在教学中发现不少学生的阅读范围都只停留在作文选上,以致他们的作文毫无灵气,在僵化的程式束缚下,除了作文选提供的格式,他们没有其他写作思路。
不少教育界人士因此疾呼:过分依赖作文选,不关注现实,不体验生活,不思考人生,不表达真情,功利性作文观会把中学生作文引入死胡同。
我喜欢在操场上打躲避球的感觉,虽然有时候被打得很痛,但当我痛击对手时,我的心里呈现一种飘飘然的神秘感觉,在那炙热的夏天里,如果不来一场轰轰烈烈的躲避球比赛,我一定会留下许多遗憾的。
在寒冷的冬天里,就数喝红豆汤是我最喜欢的事情了,在喝第一口时,那温热的汤滑进我的'喉咙时,我的心头涌上了一股暖暖的感觉,第二口时,一颗颗饱满的红豆顺着热汤跑进我的胃,这种甜蜜的滋味真好。
我在校园时,最喜欢和风及枫叶一起散步,为什么呢?因为风每次都在我耳朵说悄悄话,但枫叶也不落人后,急着要我赶快跟他分享风对我说悄悄话,我分享后,枫叶都高兴的跟风炫耀他也知道峰的秘密,真是有趣。
在棒球场上,正进行着一场刺激的比赛,就是棒球比赛,在打击时,我准备好姿势,砰!全垒打,队友的欢呼下,我成为了最有价值的球员,这就是我最喜欢的事。
做最喜欢的事,让我的生命更丰富,又添加了一抹笑容。
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