Saturday Nov。 15, 2003 Cloudy
My teacher gave me an assignment "experience life" last week。 I had been thinking how to finish it because I had never done any thing by myself before。
Mother was out today。 It was a good chance to complete the assignment。 Seeing the barrel was empty, I decided to fetch water from the well。
I took the empty barrel and went towards the well outside the yard。 It snowed yesterday, so the alley was very slippery。 A layer of thickice was frozen on the platform of the well。 I was frightened by the sight, but I gathered my courage to walk towards it。 I stepped on the platform carefully。 After standing steadily and squatting down slowly, I hooked the barrel at the end of the rope and put the rope down slowly。 I made an effort to drag the barrel up after it was filled with water。 I was very careful because it was easy to slip and fall。 Then, I carried the barrel of water and returned to my house。 My figners were frozen stiff。 The alley was so slippery that I walked with difficultly。 Suddenly, I slipped and fell down, water in the barrel totally poured down on the ground。 I realized my effort was in vain。 I hated myself。
I failed to finish the assignment but I did experience life through a trifle which seemed easy but difficult to do well。 Such was my first experience of life。
it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.a sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.
the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.it's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.it takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone- but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. don't go for looks; they can deceive. don't go for wealth, even that fades away. go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.
dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.always put yourself in the other's shoes. if you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.a careless word may kindle strife; a cruel word may wreck a life; a timely word may level stress; a loving word may heal and bless.the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear. when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.
When we attend university, the moment we choose our major, which most probably means the job we will work on in the future. Some people choose to work on what they like and give up doing something that is related to their major. A girl made such decision. She learned music in the top university. After graduated, she found that she liked to be away from the noisy city, so she chose to run that farm his father left to her. It seemed so ridiculous for such an excellent person to live the ordinary life. While to everybody's surprise, the girl found her way to begin her new career. She fell in love with making all kinds of desserts and she made this hobby famous. She posted the picture on the Internet and became famous. She even showed on the TV. Sometimes choose another life can be positive.
我们上大学选择专业那一刻,很有可能意味着将来从事的工作。有些人选择从事他们喜欢的,而放弃与专业相关的。有一个女孩就做了这样的决定。她在顶尖大学学习音乐,毕业后,她发现她喜欢远离喧闹的城市,所以她选择经营父亲留给她的农场。这样一个优秀的人过着普通的生活,看起来就很荒谬。但是,令每个人都吃惊的是,这个女孩因此找到了新事业,她爱上了做各种各样的甜点,并且很有名气。她在互联网上发布图片,打开了知名度,她甚至在电视上也出境了。有时选择另一种生活也可以是积极的。
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