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.
那天,上网查资料,无意间看到了一则新闻。大概地是讲一个农村女孩,十分好学,无奈因家庭贫穷和父母重男轻女地封建思想,女孩辍学了。后经好心人相助,女孩重回温暖地课堂,她没有辜负社会地期望,最终完成学业,成为一名对社会有贡献的人才。
其实,像这种勤学的事例还有很多很多,我不禁又想起了那篇耳熟能详的通话故事——《丑小鸭》。
丑小鸭因面貌不佳儿受到大家的讥笑,后来又遇到好心人,在面对一次又一次困难时,丑小鸭勇敢面对,终于,功夫不负苦心人,它最终成了一只高贵的白天鹅。
其实,我们都是一只丑小鸭,但同样也是一只白天鹅,只不过要经历一些磨难而已,但当你挺过来时,你也从一只“名不其实”的\'丑小鸭变成了白天鹅。
命运是无情的,它可以使你成长在一个贫困的家庭;命运是仁慈的,它会让你看到风雨过后那绚丽的彩虹;命运是艰辛的,它在你的成长道路上划出一道道坎坷;命运是风顺的,它将让你饱偿成功后甜蜜的滋味。
也许你会说:童话是童话,不能代表现实。是的,丑小鸭是童话世界中的,但它的精神在无数个卑微的生命上闪烁着耀眼的光芒。
我是一只“丑小鸭”,你也是,大家都是,同样,我们又都是一只“白天鹅”,将那坚强不息、永不放弃的精神立根于心,终有一天,我们将拥抱成功和辉煌!
每当你摔倒时,有人会把你扶起来,每当你考不好时,有人去安慰你,让你变得开心……
那是星期五的早晨,我正在讲台上维持纪律。这时,我们班学习最差的齐锦涛过来对我说:“怎么和没事的样子,班主任不是让做《新校园》吗?”我大声叫道:“学习那么差,谁愿意听你的话,滚开!”我说完后托着腮帮子想:他说的有道理,大家没事做,教室里就很乱,就先做着吧!再说这样对待人家多没礼貌啊!
我拿来《新校园》,正忙着做题。班主任进来了,问:“谁做完了?”“刷!”的一声都举起了手。老师表扬我做得好,我心里很美!
那件事,多亏了他!
外婆家旁边有一户人家,从外地来这里打工。我经常能看见那户人家的一个男孩,在家门口的\'空地上又蹦又跳。
我很讨厌他,或许是因为他操着一口我听不懂的地方话;或许是因为他那么瘦弱的身体却总有那么大的顽皮劲;或许因为他总喜欢用袖子当百洁布……
“啾啾,啾啾”大伯给我买来一只珍珠鸟,白色的羽翼像是天使的翅膀,又柔又滑,红色的小嘴像是涂了蜡的“利器”一般。第一眼见到它,我就对它一见钟情,欢喜得不得了。它在笼子里闷闷不乐的。伯伯见了,打开笼子把鸟放了出来。我急了:“伯伯,你怎么把它放了呀!”“没关系,我吹一声口哨,它就会飞回来的!”说着,大伯吹了一声口哨,珍珠鸟却依然流连在枝叶中。大伯连着吹了好几声,珍珠鸟丝毫没有反应。走近一看,原来珍珠鸟被藤蔓缠住了,挣脱不了了。
我们在下面急得团团转,没有人会爬树,用枝条打下来又怕伤着。就在我们束手无策的时候,那个男孩站了出来:“姐姐,俺能,让俺试试!”我根本不相信,“算了。”“一帮大人没法子,他一个小毛孩能有啥用?”我暗想。“姐姐,我要是伤着它了,大不了我赔一只呗。”他还是穷追不舍。无奈之下,我同意了,死马当活马医了!
只见他甩了拖鞋,把衣服塞进裤腰里,绾起了裤角,搓了搓手,望了望树上一上一下挣扎的白色羽翼。他往上一攀,像一只灵巧的猴子,很快就蹿到了树顶。他踩着枝丫,小巧的身子仿佛天助我也,他慢慢接近那只鸟,握住头,用另一只手解开藤蔓,小心翼翼地护着鸟,然后一点点挪了下来,把鸟递给大伯。自己又一溜烟滑了下来。这时,我发现他身上有不少红红的擦痕,额头上沁满了细密的汗珠。他不好意思地说:“俺在老家的时候经常爬树掏鸟窝的!”我感激得连连点头。
那一刻,我突然觉得他平时令我厌恶的地方话,现在听起来竟那样悦耳,亲切!
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