Weather in Xuecheng, Zaozhuang

In Chinese class, the teacher taught us a famous saying: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." It means that the sword front is honed and brewed in the cold winter, giving off plum blossom fragrance. I like this famous saying very much. I want to be such a sword. I want to be a person with plum blossom temperament. When I was growing up, whenever I encountered difficulties in my study and life, I always used this famous saying to encourage myself.

I am the apple of my mother's eye. My mother never let me do housework since I was a child. Once, my mother went out to work overtime and asked me to bring my lunch back. I am very happy, because I can do something I want at home. I had a brainwave and solved my lunch by myself. My heart is not as good as my action. I recall the scene when my mother cooked for me. I followed my mother's example and went to the kitchen to start washing rice. Rice is found, but there is no water in the bucket. Because of the cold weather, the tap water pipe was frozen, so I had to carry a bucket to fetch water from the well in the village. The cold weather makes my little hands red with cold, and I really want to shrink back. Suddenly I heard a voice: "I'm in a bit of trouble." I felt very ashamed and decided to challenge the difficulties.

I came to the well with confidence, carefully put the bucket into the well along the rope, for fear of accidentally falling into the well with the rope. Finally, the bucket floated on the water, but the bucket was possessed and refused to sink. No matter how I throw the rope, the bucket is always full of water. I keep encouraging myself: I don't know how many difficulties and hardships the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March experienced, and how many bumps Tan Qian experienced in writing Guo Que. Can't he do a little thing well? I learned the lesson of not throwing the rope in place several times before, and began to pump water again. This time, I rolled all the barrels into a ball and put them in my left hand. I hung the bucket upside down in my right hand and threw it into the well. Haha, it worked. The bucket is finally full of water. I lifted the bucket to the ground with all my strength. Although it's only half a bucket, I still can't say it in my heart. The blade is sharpened, and the plum blossom is fragrant and bitter. When encountering difficulties, don't back down, go forward bravely.