Dear Sir,
I am writing to seek your advice regarding which subject I should choose as my major, history or computer science. I am studying in the last year in high school now.
Next year, I hope that I will be able to enroll in your college. I began to take a special interest in history when I was a primary school student. I can still remember the historical stories my teachers told in class, so I was wondering if I should continue to study in your college. However, several days age, one of my friends told me that computer science is more popular nowadays.
As a matter of fact, many jobs need IT skills. I was advised that it’s more important to find a job than merely to satisfy personal interest. Therefore, it is now very hard for me to decide which subject I should choose. Must I give up my favorite subject and take employment need as a priority? I would be more than grateful to you if could tell me your advice about this. Your early reply would be highly appreciated.
Yours faithfully
Wang Rutao
在我的脑海里,有许许多多的事,就像大海里的小鱼、沙滩上的贝壳、天上的繁星那么多。但有一件事最令我难忘,是什么事呢?就让我敞开记忆的大门,一起去看一看吧!
那是在一年前的某一天,我独自走在大街上。突然,一辆电动车疾驰而过,接着一位老奶奶就倒在了地上,那辆电动车没有停下,反而加速逃走了。老奶奶躺在地上痛苦地***着,围观的人越来越多,但却没有一个人去扶她,当然,也包括我在内。过了一会儿,一位陌生男子过来了,要去扶老奶奶,却被一个人用手拦住了。那个人小声对他说:“我劝你别去扶她,小心被赖上。”那位男子没有理他,毅然去扶老奶奶,他把老奶奶送到了医院。
事后,我很自责我为什么没有去扶老奶奶,我下定决心以后也要乐于助人。
我们的这个社会不正需要乐于助人的人么?
“要发考试卷了,要发考试卷了”。班长大声喊:“第一节就要发考试卷子了。”班长刚说完话,我的心就碰碰碰的跳着,心想:呀!如果第二单元我考的不理想,那该怎么向妈妈交代,哎!
上课了,老师把卷子发了下来,发了好长时间才发到我。我先看了一下分数,啊!才考了68分,考得太差了,吕老师说:“这次考得太差了,最差的才是30多分,90分以上的才7、8个。”
吕老师先让我们看看自己错到哪了,会的订正一下,如果有不会的老师给我们讲一讲。
老师开始讲了,同学们认真的听着,我却想着:下次我一定考一个好成绩,让爸爸妈妈开心。放学回家,妈妈对我说:“这会考得不好,下次一定要努力。”
考试是对每一阶段的测验,有一句话说得好:努力不一定成功,但放弃注定失败。也就是说不管下次考得好还是不好,但是我努力了,我也就成功了。
在记忆的长河中,回想起我的童年,那是一幅幅五彩缤纷的画卷,我慢慢地翻开了一页又一页精彩的回忆。
“哇——哇——”仔细的你们听,从哪儿传来了一阵阵哭声呢?
在我5岁的一个下午,我在爸爸旁边目不转睛地盯着他刮胡子,听着“沙沙沙”的交响曲,我不禁羡慕起来,心想:要是我也有胡子那就好了。于是,我蹑手蹑脚地搬了一把小椅子,像个小偷似的左顾右盼,生怕被别人看见。突然,爸爸大摇大摆地走了出来,我吓得双腿发抖,爸爸又走进了客厅,我长松了一口气,跑进房间,把手伸得老直,才把胡须刀给拿了下来,我看着小巧玲珑的胡须刀,心里充满了激动与好奇。
我打开胡须刀,正要刮胡子,一摸下巴,傻眼了,我哪有什么胡子啊,我哪里还有毛毛呢?哦——对了,眉毛也是毛。我什么都没想,“吱——”的一声,大功告成,我走到镜子前,想展示我英俊的风姿,可是,我的眉毛不见了,我着急了,哭着跑去客厅找爸爸,让他看我的“杰作”。
爸爸一眼大,一眼小的瞪着我,好想见到外星人是似的,过了一分钟,才想起要安慰我。之后,爸爸把胡须刀放得高高的,我就再也没有碰过胡须刀。
童年,是一串串彩色的泡泡,是一只只飞翔的蝴蝶,我在美梦中继续编织我的童年“毛衣”……
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