Parton BTang
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Learn to be successful in encouragement
Success is the flower of victory, the ideal is the soil of the production of flowers; And hard work is to prompt the sunshine and water flowers. The university is in a hurry, but suddenly look back, has quietly disappeared two years of green years, time from the fingers naughty escape, and no look back, we always fall into the trap of time, always think that time is enough, we know that we have to fight on the front, facing a lot of choices and challenges, the next season of opportunities need us to fight for rather than wait. Encouragement and success is the main melody of the university, and struggle for our main melody provides an opportunity. To learn to succeed in encouragement, otherwise you will be mediocre for four years, will be decadent for four years. When you look back on the past, the struggle with ambition makes you not regret because of mediocrity, nor because of loneliness and on the verge of "graduation and unemployment" crisis.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Education
He fell for her at first sight
1. He fell in love with her at first sight and proposed to her the next day. But after a car accident, the husband lost his memory. The next day, the wife pushed her husband to take a walk, he suddenly asked wait a minute, the wife was stunned. The husband said sheepishly, Well, we just met yesterday, but please live with me.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Fiction
Be moved
The first time some although very common, can not stand the erosion of time will be forgotten, but some is engraved on my heart, even if the time of forgetting, but always such as the ground out of the grass, but unearthed out of control, long thick and prosperous. It will not be forgotten, only because of the arrival of winter and buried in the earth. Think of my first time, lost, a lot, but, it is dull.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Fiction
Social practice report
It was my first social practice. For a college student, daring to accept challenges is a basic quality. Although the weather is very hot, I want to further understand the society through social practice, increase my knowledge in practice, exercise my ability, and cultivate my toughness. I want to find out my shortcomings and gaps through social practice. Two ears do not hear the things out of the window, only read the sages "is just the good will of ancient scholars, it has not been in line with the pursuit of modern college students, today's college students in the campus, the heart is more open, they hope to contact the society as early as possible, early into the colorful life. Nowadays, working college students are gradually growing into a tribe, becoming a beautiful scenery on campus. Obviously, college students' work has become an irresistible social trend, the value orientation of college students in this trend is quietly changing. During this period of practice, especially in the activities of questionnaire distribution and publicity, we walk through the streets and get in touch with all kinds of people and things, which are impossible to feel in school. In school, maybe there is a teacher assigned to say what to do today and what to do tomorrow, but here, no one will tell you, you have to know what to do and do it by yourself. And try to be the best you can be. Although I encountered many problems that I had not seen before and could not solve on the spot, I often felt helpless and embarrassed, but with a united and upward team, all the problems are no longer problems, and all the unknown will become known. It can be said that there is strength in more people, and more people make things better. Everyone in our team is a tough and humble person. When we discuss together, I think it is inevitable that there will be some friction and occasionally some disputes. But we seem to have a tacit understanding that even if we have different opinions or opinions, we will understand and compare each other, and finally get the same answer. Looking back on this social practice activity, I learned a lot. I learned a lot of social experience from everyone I contacted, and my own ability was also improved, which I could not learn in school. To be good at communicating with others in society is a long-term practice. I didn't have the opportunity to work before, so I didn't have the flexibility to talk to others, which would make the conversation sometimes cold, which is very awkward. People in the society will be integrated into the society in this group, and people will work together to make them more harmonious in the process of doing things, and get twice the result with half the effort. Listen to the advice you are given, accept it patiently and humbly. In the work, I understand the importance of combining theory with practice, and I have benefited a lot, which has a large degree of inspiration for my future life and study. This part-time job is a beginning, but also a starting point, I believe this starting point will encourage me to step into the society, slowly towards maturity.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Fiction
I've had many experiences in my life
There are many experiences in my life, and each experience carries my perception of life and inspiration to life. One of the most memorable or experience "jump box", it let me taste the taste of success, understand the persistence will be successful truth. It was a hot summer, dad with a hot push door in, breathing heavily said: "the park into a new batch of wooden boxes, let's go to practice! "A wooden box? Practice? Practicing what?" I feel baffling, did not wait for me to guess the connotation of my father's words, was forced by the father "kidnapped" into the steamer. Into the park, I saw a row of solid wooden boxes of different heights, like the rise and fall of the keys. "I want you to practice your strength with these boxes every day. The rule is simple: two feet up, then back down. Then up again, down again... . Do it to the music." Oh, my God, this is the first time I've ever heard of using a box for physical fitness. Besides, I can't do it with my weak frame!" As I turned to retreat, Dad grabbed me. "Where did your courage go? And you don't give up on the first try?" Father's challenge method really worked, I wipe away the heat sweat, heart a horizontal, "Good, I try." I walked quickly to the wooden box. Dad shook the phone and the music started. Although it is the experience of crossing, but the body as light as a swallow, I can easily start to step up and down, but gradually, I have been unable to bear the strength, dizzy, legs trembling, a careless almost fell down, scared my heart. Come on, the first time to enter the customs, good to stop, I turned to withdraw, at this time, the passionate powerful voice in my ears sounded "hold on, don't give up!" "The joy of conquering the mountain pass can only be achieved by bravely overcoming all difficulties." I glanced back at my dad, who waved at me as he pedaled the beat. "Yes, everything is difficult at the beginning, persistence is victory" my heart a horizontal, smiled at my father, turned around and took a step with the strength of the milk. As the frequency of the music increased, I felt the wooden box rise higher and higher, until at last it seemed as high as a mountain. I summon up the courage to step out of the leg, but the body has not been lengthened, the heart has shrunk into a ball. Now I felt the last of my strength slowly dissipating. Every time I stepped on the wooden box, I felt exhausted. Fast can't hold on, I stand dejected, helpless shook his head, in a dilemma! Dad did not speak, silently came over, reaching out to move the highest wooden box, "you are..." "Let me help you to move forward, so that it is easy to pedal?" Dad's words let me shock, rely on the help of others to succeed, this can count as victory? And whoever tries it once can easily succeed, "Go back to square one, start again!" In an instant the flame of hope that had just been extinguished was rekindled in my heart. I threw my head, clenched my fists, half crouched down, and suddenly jumped, and I made it to the last box to make the leap. I slowly recall the moment of the jump, the feeling is so wonderful, at that moment I got the joy of success. My father patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly, "The happiness of success comes from persistence and efforts. Only by bravely crossing the seemingly impossible distance can we feel the joy of success." Listening to my father's words, I nodded thoughtfully. Time flies and years pass by. Too many experiences have become blurred in my memory, but the childhood experience across, but deeply touched my heart, I know: in the experience of experience, countless hard to try is not necessarily successful, but do not want to insist, to give up trying, means forever give up success
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Fiction
Gratitude and tolerance, not everyone can do well
Tolerance is a good psychological quality, is a kind of extraordinary tolerance. If you have friends, you will never be lonely and lonely. Whenever you encounter obstacles and disharmony, you should treat people who have different views and opinions with an understanding and tolerant attitude. When you have different characters and interests from you, even mistakes and offenses, you can achieve coexistence and cooperation between people, interpret the tolerant heart, and tolerate them to care and care. Life is full of sunshine. "To be kind to others is to be kind to yourself." This sentence has his truth, tolerant life will let oneself calmly magnanimous, tolerant of others, its mind as broad as the sky.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Education
About the external self
Personally, I am a Buddhist. Although I take things seriously, I have not failed. But this does not mean that I will be angry because of the failure, the failure is a failure, I will not have a big swing in my mind, I will think about whether it can be remedied, whether the cost of remediation is worth it. In the eyes of others I am responsible, I am free and easy, very positive energy. My level of appearance is good, though not outstanding, but there are some attractive, but the clothes are just not good. From the naughty time to now, I think twice every step. In the eyes of my parents, I am quieter and more calm, but at the same time, I have lost so much vitality. In the eyes of my friends, I have a sense of ritual, and I am changing step by step. Do your best but hard to calm down, not good but also not can't change. In the eyes of others I have been trying to change, running, reading, practicing words, although sparse but also in doing, but the effect is not so ideal. I don't particularly want to change the place, because I have every place and work together, did not do running every day, but every physical test is still ideal, say I am nothing but I can't find anything wrong with each place. The Buddha is optimistic and has self-control, but it is difficult to achieve great things. Maybe he has influenced me. After all, it is impossible for me to ask others what my image is in his mind, and it is difficult to get a true answer if I ask.
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Fiction
Spring is coming
Spring fairy lying in the crystal rain penalty, accompanied by thousands of rain dolls quietly slipped into our campus. Look at the winter snow girl dressed up a piece of white campus; Look at hiding under the snow is bent waist but ready to meet the spring fairy flowers and grass; Look at the snow girl to take care of us for a long time; Also in order to work for a long time with the winter girl to change positions, but also for the earth mother to change new clothes, so that she appears more beautiful young, full of vitality. Spring Fairy "Oh oh, that hurts! "The spring Fairy, with her long green dress trailing behind her, stepped lightly into the corridor. He slipped, rubbed his sore legs and said with a frown. Then she stood up slowly, patted her skirt, looked at the thin ice on the floor, shook her head, then raised the fairy stick in her hand, and gently, the ice disappeared. The Fairy walked on and on and walked out into the lawn. She shivered as a piercing cold hit her face. So she waved the wand again, slowly. Snow melted, into drops of water moist grass flowers. The grass flowers woke up, they waved to the spring fairy, and nodded, can be happy! Butterflies also come to join in the fun, this flower, that flower smell, happy dance! The fairy looked at them with a sweet smile on her face. The spring fairy jumped into our little garden again. See the sad willow, peach lonely, apricot flower bitter. Spring fairy heartache, how can this be? She suddenly waved the fairy stick in her hand, the moment the willow swaying and flying, leisurely, like flowing long hair, swinging wings Ying Ying. In the wind and rain singing in the quiet dripping, dripping spring green, dripping spring beauty, dripping spring fragrance. Baby Bud woke up, hit his mouth, stretched out, and danced lightly. Kiss the spring breeze and talk with the spring rain. The spring fairy smiled goodbye to the willows and greeted the peach blossoms. She gently touch, bare peach blossoms immediately covered with pink dudu small peach, red face slightly shy, under the comfort of drizzle, but more peach blossoms do not care, she only like "plum proud snow, song clean high. "Look cute! Although people often say: spring fairy touch, only like the appreciation of spring fairy, only like the company of spring fairy. It is only in the spring that she smiles and competes for supremacy. A breeze blowing, peach blossom like a butterfly, dancing. Send out bursts of fragrance, attract a group of bees and butterflies, gather here to sing and dance. The spring fairy once again waved the fairy stick, followed by the fairy stick raised the fluttering sprinkling rain. Gentle rain moist in bitter apricot flowers, tired apricot flowers in the wind Xiao rain bathed, tender, pointed fine bud, quietly exposed the head. I stepped out of my mother's arms and shed my bitter cloak." Spring is coming! "Patches of leaves, blossoming flowers, are sound to tell the earth mother: spring is really coming, gentle green waves, rolling. Flowers are dancing, butterflies are flying, bees are busy in the flowers; Spring is really coming, winter girl gone, flowers and grass wake up. The willows bade farewell to their sorrow
By Parton BTangabout a year ago in Journal