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The weakness of 800 words in the composition book is also a kind of wisdom composition material.
A collection of "weak" composition materials

1 Bowing your head is not weakness, but tenacity.

I have been weak and strong.

Fuck off, fake strength.

There lived a herdsman on the grassland, and he kept several dogs guarding the house.

One of them, a Tibetan mastiff, was born with a huge body and was majestic. He liked it very much. One night a wolf entered the sheepfold, and several dogs barked and rushed out to drive the wolf out. He also ran out, only to find that the Tibetan mastiff ran the slowest and dallied behind several dogs.

After the wolf was driven away, he went home to "reward his merits". When he saw the Tibetan mastiff, he got angry and didn't give it any food. When the Tibetan mastiff saw that his master ignored him and didn't wag his tail and beg for mercy, he went back to the sheepfold alone, where he lay silent and didn't eat for several days.

Later, the neighbor saw the dog was pitiful, so he went to feed it. The Tibetan mastiff refused to eat other people's food, but he stood up and wagged his tail to thank him. The neighbor looked at the posture of the Tibetan mastiff station a little strange, so he called the owner out to check it out.

Only then did the owner find that the sole of Tibetan mastiff was bitten by a wolf, and the wound was almost bone, which had been suppurated. It turned out that the Tibetan mastiff jumped on the wolves that day and bit them. Although the wolves were driven away, they were also bitten by wolves. The owner was remorseful, but one leg of the Tibetan mastiff was completely lame because the wound was not treated for too long.

When the owner met someone, he complained, "Do you think a dog can be so stubborn? Call two reprimands for mercy, and I'll find the wound, won't I? I would rather waste a leg and not be angry. It really makes people feel distressed. "

Being strong is not wrong, but being strong is hard to forgive.

If a person is strong for too long, even he forgets what weakness is like.

In the movie "The Devil Wearing Prada", Anne Hathaway received an order from her boss Meryl Streep to tell Emily, the original first assistant, that she had replaced her as the accompanying assistant of Paris International Fashion Week. Although Emily was so eager for this trip, she went on a diet for several months, and even was hit by a car when she received a phone call from Anne, and she was admitted to the hospital scarred. However, after hearing the news, she only filled her mouth with food like anger, sharply judging that Anne didn't really love those fashions and this job, and she didn't cry or get hysterical.

Finally, she said simply and desolately: Don't say anything, you go.

When strength becomes a habit, even the minimum release becomes a luxury. We will shed tears of sympathy for the weak and poor heroine in the movie, but when we see Emily's depressed expression, we just feel unspeakable and mixed.

Strong people make themselves doubly miserable, and all those who feel strong gradually feel like a rock.

I once said to my friend: Don't be too strong, give others a chance to forgive you.

As a result, she asked me: if I am willing to forgive all your mistakes, are you willing to show weakness?

I didn't answer this question after all.

Everyone ignores being strong, but they all pretend to be strong.

Because they are too afraid of being seen through, those gorgeous and cold shells are just thin camouflage. Like a soap bubble, it disappears at a touch.

Admit it, being strong is just a strong performance. Performing hard on the stage, few people answered.

Even if it starts again. Would you like to take a curtain call?

3 scare yourself

The winter sun shines warmly. Dan Ling walked in front holding a wooden sign and carrying a coin purse, and I followed with a newspaper. Who peddled the first sound? We pushed each other. For a while, I had to draw a "scissors handkerchief" to decide.

Although Dan Ling is the monitor, she is clever, but she is not as good at rowing this thing as I am.

"Seven seven seven," needless to say, I won. She had to blush and shout in Mandarin, "Evening News, Evening News." But, big! I'm afraid no one can hear that voice except me. When Dan Ling shouted, she clapped her hands and said to me, "Now it's your turn!" My turn is my turn. What are you afraid of? But my heart was pounding, and my mouth opened several times. Why, I couldn't make a sound! I'm really annoyed with myself. Dan Ling urged me again, and I can't hesitate any longer. I stamped my foot and shouted, "Evening News, Evening News, please read what writers are thinking, and please read" Guiyang Top Ten Athletes Selection Announced "!" After shouting, my face was burning, I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat. The first sound was finally shouted out!

We were watching fireflies when suddenly, the dog outside the shed barked. I didn't think so, just amused myself. The puppy kept barking, and I was alert. I turned on the flashlight, leaned out half my head from the mosquito net and shouted, "Who?" Disappeared, so he dived in again. But only a few minutes later, I heard the sound of "rustling" again. I went back and forth several times, but I never saw anyone. This time, the younger brother panicked and his voice trembled: "Brother, is it a ghost?" "Don't talk nonsense, now you still believe in ghosts." I am courageous, but my heart is like hanging fifteen buckets-so anxious. At this time, there was a rustling sound in the Gua Tian. Through the mosquito net and by moonlight, I found several furtive shadows moving in the field. I immediately thought of the "melon thief". Although I was a little flustered and weak, I still crustily skin of head, grabbed a flashlight and shone on the shadows. My voice trembled and shouted, "Who, what? Stop! Otherwise, I will shoot! " Ha ha ha! Several figures appeared with a burst of laughter. It turned out that it was my friends who knew I was watching melons and deliberately came to scare me. What a false alarm!

My mother seemed to deliberately do the right thing with me, and forced me to the stone lion. I was so scared that my whole body stood on end and jumped down in a hurry. When my parents saw this, they all burst out laughing.

The uncle also laughed his head off. I was angry and burst into tears.

After lunch, while my uncle was taking a nap, I sneaked into the kitchen and gently opened the cupboard door. There was still a lot of beef left on the plate. I picked up a piece with chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth. "Ah, it's delicious." I took another piece of beef. Suddenly, I remembered my uncle's words, and my heart felt like 15 bucket to draw water-so anxious, I thought, it's over, this is stupid, and I'm going to become a cow. After I become a cow, no one knows me, and I can't play with my friends! I have to be ridden ... What can I do? Thinking about it, tears streamed down. I hurried to my room, closed my eyes and waited to become a cow. After a while, I suddenly felt my feet itch a little, and my heart was pounding like a rattle. Did it start to change? I took courage and looked down. It turned out that a big mosquito was biting me! I was relieved ...