I realized that telling the truth is a happy composition of 800 words.

I experienced the joy of telling the truth. These days, I went to the library to borrow a copy of Random Thoughts written by Ba Jin, one of which is called Truth Collection, and the other is Grandpa Ba Jin's classic Tell the Truth Again. This book is all about Grandpa Ba Jin's profound review of telling the truth.

After reading Tell the Truth Again, I have a deeper understanding. We often say, "Don't lie, tell the truth." How many people can really do it? Perhaps, we grow up surrounded by lies every day, with white lies; There are evil lies.

We have all heard the story that a shepherd boy lied about the village name "Wolf is coming" several times, but when the shepherd boy really told the truth, the wolf did come, but no one believed him. When no one believes in the truth, what can make people believe!

Mr. Lu Xun wrote in an article that a child drank the full moon wine, and every guest said a lot of greetings, such as "Happy every day" and "Always healthy and happy" ... when a guest said, "This child is going to die." But I was beaten. How powerful is telling the truth! I think this is one of the reasons why people are forced to lie!

In order to let the people of China understand this truth at an early date, Grandpa Ba Jin immediately warned the people of China in "On Telling the Truth Again": "Even if you scatter tens of millions of flowers, a lie will not become the truth. I spent a long time and paid a high price for such a simple truth. Only by telling the truth can people live seriously. " This is Ba Jin's sincere call and the clearest confession.

Grandpa Ba Jin also pointed out in Telling the Truth IV: "Tell the truth and don't make things difficult for others. I'm telling the truth, and I'm not telling the truth, nor am I saying the right thing. Say what you think, say what you think-this is the truth. "

My friend, when you are still at a loss between truth and falsehood. Turn this book over! He will give you the most satisfactory answer!

I feel the joy of innovation, I feel the joy of innovation.

Seeing others playing boating happily, I feel sour from time to time. When I go home and ask my mother, I always get some unexpected answers, and the excitement at that time immediately turned into depression. I thought for a while. Didn't people invent boats? I can't cross the mountain, so I'll build one myself. I can't rush to the end and beg others to buy it. At this time, the excitement came up again.

I took out all the bottles and cans at home and used them to make hulls. I pressed them into the connection port, pressed them on the pre-made ship with a motor, and started them with a battery. Of course, this power can't start the whole ship, I can only turn around. So, I used the principle of sailing again, using canvas to steer the boat. Ordinary cloth was not enough, so I used the cloth on my umbrella. After that, I made some sails and propellers. Here, the ship is completely finished.

While trying in the pond, several electric boats just came. It turned out to be the person who played the electric boat that day. They followed closely, but my boat fell like a samurai and rushed to the electric boat. Because it was smooth sailing, it was naturally stronger than them, and even sank a boat. Finally, because my boat didn't have a remote control, it hit a rock and sank like a hero. When I fished it out, it was completely broken and the engine was smashed. Two weeks of hard work was destroyed. The owner of the electric boat came up to me and said, "Great, where did you buy it?" The fighting capacity is so strong. "Me:" I made it myself. "He said," Be sure to help me make one! " "I can't help laughing.

Innovation gives me a reason, innovation makes me less vulgar, and more importantly, it will make me happy from my labor!

I realized the happiness of getting along with others. In our life, we will meet all kinds of people. Familiar, unfamiliar, loving and stern … Different people give us different feelings, which are collectively called beauty. Getting along with parents is warm and secure. Parents' words are as warm as fire, let us know that no matter where we are, there will always be a warm home to support us and wait for us. It is happy to get along with friends. When they need my help, I will feel a kind of satisfied happiness. When I need their help, I will feel a kind of grateful happiness. The happiness of getting along with friends makes me feel very comfortable, which is the motivation and the place where you can work hard. It is beneficial to get along with teachers. Teachers never hesitate to share knowledge with us, instilling knowledge into our minds, making us knowledgeable and giving us the capital for a better future. They make our minds more mature. Teachers' inculcation blows into our hearts like a breeze, moistens our hearts like a drizzle, and paves the way for our success. It is prudent to get along with strangers. While being cautious, we also gain an ability-how to read other people's minds and how to be comfortable in a strange environment. This is a harvest, a kind of knowledge that we can't get from books. Getting along with the elderly is full of fun, but it also requires patience. When people get old, their memory may decline, which will make a little fuss. But they have rich experiences, many experiences that we have never had, and many interesting experiences. Old people love us, and their love makes us grow and mature. Let's learn to get along with the elderly and give love some opportunities. The beauty of getting along with others lies not in the amount of personal gains, but in the deep love when getting along.

Reading, I realized the happiness of youth. On the afternoon of composition day, I exchanged identities with my teacher. I became a "teacher" and a "student". I promised my teacher that today I would show her what I look like as a "teacher" and how I discipline my students!

The bell is ringing! I quickly put on a "teacher" posture, urged my classmates to sit back in their places and told them to stop arguing. The students are really good, and they have all returned to their positions. Actually, it's because I once told them, "If you all return to your seats one second after the bell rings and can't make a sound that meets my requirements, I'll let you" attend class 10 minute and finish class for 40 minutes "on this day, and set the rules of the game first. I believe that students will know how to cooperate with me! "

I thought with a grain of salt, "Does what I said have any effect?"

Sure enough, after each class, I only saw the students lying on their desks. They didn't whisper. I suddenly felt lonely because I didn't interact with me. It turns out that being a teacher is more than just keeping students quiet. The feeling of singing a monologue makes me more and more bored. Thinking about it, I gradually fell asleep and even fell into a sweet dream.

In my dream, I kept telling my students: "I am a teacher. You can't talk until I tell you to. I told you to be quiet, and you were dumb! " "A group of students shook their heads in protest. They were drowning me.

I was so nervous that I danced and exclaimed, "Help!" Only then did I find a group of friends watching me. One of them said, "Class is over for forty minutes! You sleep slowly! "

I must keep the agreement and change the class time, because they really did as I asked, and I, a stupid teacher, didn't even go to class to keep the students quiet!

A junior high school composition "I feel the happiness of my family", with 500 words, I feel the warmth of my family.

Before that time, I thought I had never felt affection or warmth. But that night, I found that I was wrong, wrong for three years. -inscription

Outside the window, the cold wind roared.

It's late at night, and I'm still sitting by the window, looking at the distant sky. Today is cloudy, there are no stars, only the broken moon swallowed up by dark clouds for a year, hanging alone in the air.

When eating, I put up with it for a long time and finally fell out with my parents. They blamed me for not listening carefully in class and running around with my classmates after class, which failed their painstaking efforts. On the other hand, I said that they put too much pressure on me, which made me breathless, so I "relaxed" appropriately. Finally, I slapped the door angrily and dropped a sentence: "You don't have to worry about my business in the future." Shut yourself in the bedroom at once.

In my impression, my parents have been very kind to me from birth to the fifth grade of primary school. Kindness, kindness, meticulous care for me, and taking me to play football and fly kites in my spare time. My most expressive expression is a smile. However, since I went to the sixth grade and transferred to a new school, all this has changed, turned upside down and become strange and terrible.

They began to be very strict with me, not allowed to watch TV, not allowed to play computer games, and made up for the Olympics in the top ten on weekends. From the sixth grade to the second grade, what I felt was no longer the happiness of my childhood, and what they showed me was no longer a smiling face. I began to hate this kind of life, and even thought negatively: the happiness in the sixth grade of primary school is fake, which they deliberately created in order to make me obedient in the future.

I looked up at the moon, as if shivering in the cold wind, emitting a faint light. Perhaps only it, who is equally lonely, can understand my mood.

Suddenly, there was the sound of turning on the gas stove in the kitchen. It's so late. Is anyone eating? Aren't they full because I am angry? Thinking of this, I am a little gloating, but at the same time I feel a little sorry.

With the slight and fine footsteps, the door slowly opened, and my mother came in slowly with a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand, and carefully put the bowl on the table. Seeing my surprised eyes, my mother smiled and explained, "I just got up to drink water and saw that the light in your room was still on, so I thought you must not be full." Take your time, don't burn. " Then he turned and walked out the door.

My eyes are blurred. I know she has never had the habit of drinking water at night.

When I looked out of the window again, the dark clouds had dispersed, and a golden moon was embedded in the dark sky, clear and transparent, emitting soft light.

Yes, I have always had a good impression. Both strict parents and kind parents love me!

Deep affection and instant warmth ...

Near midnight, I rode my bike alone and hurried home. Ha, I'm really happy today. I was not only crazy at the class reunion, but also accidentally received a unique brooch from a classmate.

When I hurried home, I didn't know whether my weak mother had fallen asleep. I pushed the door open gently, but I was surprised to find my mother knitting by the window. Seeing me, she put down her sweater and greeted me: "Come back? I'll help you heat up the dishes until you don't get enough to eat at every party. " No accusations, no complaints, just care. I am so hot that I regret coming back so late.

"So, are you at home tonight ..." I asked my mother shyly.

"Knitting a sweater, waiting for you." Mom said quietly.

I don't know what else to say, just bow my head and hurry to pick up the rice. Looking at my tired mother in the light, I asked, "Where's my dad?"

"I didn't come back after working overtime tonight." Mom still said quietly.

Guilt welled up in my heart again, knitting a sweater, going to the window again and again to watch me come home late, and going to eat hot and cold meals again and again ... On this cold winter night, she could have gone to rest early.

"There are so many dishes today!" I tried to stuff food into my mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Mom's eyes lit up. "Today is my birthday."

What? It's your birthday tonight? But she kept a cold night, waiting for someone to bless others home! I was at a loss, and my fingertips touched the small brooch in panic. I quickly took it out and handed it to my mother, saying, "Happy birthday, mom!" " "

Mother took the brooch with joy, looked at it repeatedly in the dim light and kept saying, "For me?" How nice and beautiful! "That looks like an excited child. I didn't expect such a fake birthday present to give my mother great happiness. I deeply feel that my mother gave me so much, so much, but I got very little in return. Such a small brooch is enough to satisfy my mother very much.

I can't help blushing and tears can't stop falling. I covered my face with my hand and tried to put the rice in my mouth, but something seemed to be stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow it. I stopped, and my mother didn't know when to come to me: "Why don't you eat?" I couldn't bear it any longer and threw myself into my mother's arms. Mom seems to know everything. "Silly boy, what are you crying about, huh?"

A long time has passed, and I can't forget that cold winter night, that little brooch, and the deep affection flowing in the air that night. (Anonymous)

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1. "snapshot" life.

① A convincing example of "snap". The author chose the special night of her mother's birthday, and her mother sat alone in the cold night waiting for her daughter to come home without complaint, praising her daughter's selfless and broad love.

② "Snap" the positive and negative examples to highlight the theme. With the help of a small brooch, I compared my carelessness with my mother's intentions, "fake birthday present" and my mother "looked like an excited child" and praised her generosity and selflessness.

2. The feeling of "pa pa".

① Emotional experience of life. "I" blushed, shed tears, couldn't swallow it, and wrote my own emotional experience in front of maternal love.

② Knowledge and understanding of life. The lyric at the end expresses my knowledge and understanding of family. From then on, "I" will never forget that small brooch, never forget my mother's birthday, and never forget that selfless, broad and strong family relationship.

The coup of telling the truth Everyone likes to hear the truth, everyone hates each other for not telling the truth, and everyone feels afraid to tell the truth. Use a period here. However, when everyone tells you the truth, will you still smile? Will your mood be comfortable? Will you still be carefree? In fact, when you throw an opinion, you are waiting for the other person's praise, not waiting for the other person to tell you the truth.

It's smart to meet people, it's mature, it's sophisticated.

Nice weather today! Hmm! Yes, today's weather is good, despite the storm, despite the heavy snow, despite the dust dancing wildly. Suddenly, an ignorant truth teller jumped out: it's raining, snowing and sandstorming. Where is the weather getting better today? You and I only froze for a moment, shook our heads and shouted to the ignorant: Today is an auspicious day, and it has nothing to do with wind and rain, you know? You don't understand the traditional Chinese studies in China.

Ignorant people are stunned and their heads can't react.

Cui Yongyuan, a famous mouth of CCTV, once hosted a program "Tell the truth", which was very popular. I don't know why the insider was intercepted by CCTV. This shows that the mainstream media at the highest level are not allowed to tell the truth, only allowed to look into the eyes of the leaders and observe the colors.

I dare not say that he is full of lies, but he is certainly not an honest man. People who know the times are heroes and conform to the trend of the times. It is easier said than done. It depends on whether your heart is hard enough, strong enough, strong enough, and can you resist the blow of Xifeng.

The stage is as big as the heart. There are many treacherous people and great wealth.

These two sentences are juxtaposed.

Although I don't write prose poems, the words scanned with my eyes and read with my heart, what content and uneven beauty are all solidified aesthetic tastes.

Maybe my heart has aged prematurely. This constant love rushes to the university for the aged. It turns out that these old people are more eager for attention. It seems that people can't understand it, so they still care about the epitaph after death.

The youngest students in the writers' class of the senior university are those born after 50, and most of them are those born after 30. At the age of 80, the professor in the writer's class is still giving full play to the afterheat and explaining the appreciation of * * * poems. Can poetry be explained? I have always been skeptical, such as a perfect dress, is it still a dress after dismemberment?

The old writer class talks about Mo Yan's Nobel Prize and the standard of Mo Yan's works. Although it won't spit, it will spit. I listened in the back row, confused. Has the family history of Master Ba Jin been mentioned on the Internet in recent years?

Literature and art are regarded as the horn of the times, and the good deeds done by three or more people are piled on one person. This is called a typical figure: learn from Lei Feng as a good example.

Recently, I suddenly realized that people who live for more than ten years and less than ten years are all life, passers-by on the earth and passers-by in life. Mo Yan said that his hometown moved his mother's grave because of land acquisition and found that his dear mother had been integrated with the soil. I have experienced this scene many times, so people in dry land are local people's lives, and people in water towns are water lives.

People don't want to be involved, but they desperately pursue money, fame and wealth, and power. In the pursuit of this desire, they have long forgotten how to tell the truth and how to tell the truth. To speak is to speak around your own interests.

Can you not be tired?

A friend said: To tell the truth, you never have to remember what you once said. So relaxed and happy comes from here!

The antonym of telling the truth is the antonym of telling the truth

Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies

Truth _ Word Interpretation _ Dictionary

Pinyin: [shíHua]

Interpretation: If it is true. Not a lie.

Love telling the truth, come in! Two solutions:

1, generally speaking, I am afraid of death (because I am not party member).

2. Under special circumstances, he was forced to die for his country.

It feels good to be honest. Life will experience many things. Have you ever lied against your will? Because sometimes it's really hard to tell the truth!

I drifted to that day in the boat of memory, a day that is still fresh in my memory. That day, the teacher asked me to write down the students who spoke in the information class. In class, students whisper to each other, and the classroom is noisy, especially Xin Li, who is the most active and always makes everyone laugh with strange voices.

After class, the teacher asked me who violated discipline in class. I think: Xin Li is the "main force" in speaking. Should I say it or not? I remember a math exam, I accidentally forgot to bring my ruler, and I was so anxious that I was like a mute eating Rhizoma Coptidis-I couldn't say it! After seeing my embarrassment, he did not hesitate to "click" his ruler into two pieces and generously handed me a piece to solve my urgent need. Later I learned that it was his favorite ruler, and he was reluctant to use it once for a long time. But he broke his beloved electric appliance in two for me. How can I betray such a loyal friend?

But on second thought, Xin Li's bad habit of speaking in class should also be changed, which is also very good for his study and growth. As the saying goes, "Advice is when most people are least heeded"? So I told the teacher exactly what Xin Li said in class. After I finished, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were bulging and his mouth was wide open, as if to say, "How could Yang Zifan sue me?" I hurriedly looked down to avoid his eyes. I also avoided him during the break. He ignored me all day. It's really hard to be misunderstood by friends!

The next day, when he saw me coming into the classroom, he immediately came up to me and said to me word by word, "Yesterday was my fault. Only sincere friends will tell the truth. " After listening, I nodded hard, and it felt good to be understood by my friends!

Because I told the truth, I gained a sincere friendship-it's good to tell the truth!

The mistake of telling the truth? You can tell the truth, but it depends on what you say and pay attention to the method.

Everyone likes to hear the truth, but if it is too direct, it will be unacceptable.

Speaking is an art, and we should explore it slowly in practice. . .