A little more tolerant composition 1 We always grow up with constant tolerance. -inscription
"People grow up in the process of falling down and getting up again." This sentence is true, but the change of mentality is difficult. "People always make mistakes", and making mistakes is not terrible. The terrible thing is that people will be dragged down by mistake inadvertently.
I saw a corner of the abyss.
Many people who know me say that I am a person with a strong sense of responsibility, and I want to do my best in every little thing. It's true. In the summer of 20 17, I officially took the position of vice monitor in my class, which is also the biggest official I have served since junior high school. Although there is a word "deputy", this position is not easy at all. All kinds of class affairs are on my shoulders, and it is difficult to look up and take a deep breath.
Needless to say, this position is the most prone to mistakes.
I still remember a class meeting summary. After I finished counting the scores of the tribes, I went on stage to announce the rankings and let the tribes accept rewards and punishments. At that time, the third tribe was the first and the eighth tribe was the last, so the eighth tribe needed to accept 30 squats. This is my first time to chair a class meeting. I was so nervous that my heart got wet before I went on stage, and my speech was full of wrinkles. It was not until the end of the last agenda that I was relieved and accepted the applause encouraged by the whole class. Looking at the well-meaning smiles of the students in the audience, I was embarrassed to laugh with a sad face.
But not long after, when I recalculated the scores, I found that the data was wrong, and the eighth tribe was the first. When I made such a low-level mistake and such a serious dereliction of duty, I immediately admitted my mistake at the next class meeting and accepted the criticism frankly. But to my surprise, no one in the audience stood up and accused me of being wrong. Even the eighth tribe, who had done thirty squats for nothing, just laughed and teased a few words and didn't say anything more. The head teacher was very satisfied with the students' attitude and chose to forgive my mistakes.
However, in the face of the well-meaning smiles of my classmates, I once held my head back.
I understand my classmates' trust and love for this job, but whenever I count the scores of the tribe, the mistakes I made will come to my mind. I tried to make up for my fault with better quality of work, but finally I found that the so-called "fault" was only my psychological function. No one cares about that little thing anymore, but I let my guilt magnify the small mistake infinitely.
At that time, I caught a glimpse of a corner of the abyss and chose to try to forgive myself. I always forgive others, so now, it's time to forgive myself.
That kind of tolerance for myself made me invincible in the inner torture.
A little more tolerant composition 2 The sunshine in May is extremely hot, the air is filled with the temperature of the sunshine, and the sweat on my father's forehead is particularly clear.
In the clean kitchen, the fragrance is overflowing, and wisps of fog rise and hang over my father. There were noodles with distinct veins floating in the pot on the stove, and my father bent down and cut all the green onions. The washed tomatoes are lying on the flat nail board, and the green coriander leaves are still stained with crystal drops. When the noodles are cooked, the tomato pieces fall off when the pot is about to take off. Prepare the noodle bowl, scoop up all the noodles wrapped in fresh soup, sprinkle with chopped green onion and coriander, and drip with sesame oil. I watched him skillfully give directions at the table, and looked at the lines on his face, which reminded me that in the old society, I got into a lot of trouble because of my reckless personality, and my father was so gentle.
"Feng Bao, you can sip noodles." He wiped his sweat and hurried out of the messy but warm kitchen with a bowl of hot noodles, with a warm smile on his face. I don't know how long it's been since my father went out to work hard. The tip of the tongue evokes a simple taste, and there is a faint fragrance in the nose. Father smiled a simple and honest smile, scraped the sweat from the tip of his nose and wiped his hands. He said in simple language mixed with local accent: "Feng Bao hasn't tasted the noodles cooked by his father for a long time." Scattered on the surface, these chopped green onion and coriander are intertwined, steaming and emitting attractive fragrance.
I picked up Shuang Mu chopsticks, stirred up a few smooth noodles from this elaborate noodle and put them in my mouth. Suddenly, a warm current rushed to the tip of my tongue, gathered my heart, and fell to my heart, causing ripples. Time flies is an artist. He drew strands of silver hair on his father's head. His father is old, but the noodles he cooked are still the pure taste of his childhood.
I chewed noodles and vaguely replied, "Dad's noodles are the best." When my father harvested the fruit, his face was full of smiles. "Slow down, don't choke. As long as Feng Bao likes it, my father can cook it for Feng Bao every day. " The fragrance of clear soup noodles is becoming more and more rich, the taste of noodles is becoming more and more soft, and the hot and dry weather is saturated.
I think among all the emotional forms in the world, fatherly love is the most silent but also the heaviest one. Beautiful words are not often said, but actions express the deepest concern.
Some people love cars, BMW and flowers, others love beautiful jewelry and clothes, but I always love that simple bowl of clear soup noodles that makes me cry every time I think about it.
A little more tolerance. It is normal for animals to fight for food and other reasons, and there are conflicts between people. We humans are rational and have higher and more complicated emotions. We shouldn't make a fuss about small things and hurt our harmony. On the contrary, the best way to solve contradictions is to be more tolerant.
Take a step back and broaden the horizon.
Some time ago, I was ordered by my mother to buy milk. Just out of the gate of the mall, a gust of wind and dust particles came on my face. I struggled to hold the milk in my arms with one hand and rub it into the sand's eyes with the other.
"Ta-da ..." Then I heard and felt the raindrops the size of beans hitting my arm, and I immediately stepped up my steps.
I hurried to a corner and suddenly rushed out of a bike. At this time, the people in the car also noticed me and braked quickly. I also subconsciously closed my eyes and shrank my shoulders, but my feet shrank and I didn't react to avoid them.
Fortunately, I was not injured, but the box was scattered on the ground after the milk in my hand was slightly hit.
It was raining lightly, and I quickly packed the milk after I reacted. Just then, I heard a middle-aged aunt hurriedly calling "Little Sister, I'm sorry". I didn't hear the latter words, and the wind blew wildly. A box of milk was badly packaged, so I picked up the rest of the milk awkwardly.
Auntie was embarrassed and wanted to say thank you, but seeing the rain getting worse, she said, "Auntie, it doesn't matter, I'll go home soon." Then I ran back.
I thought: I just didn't notice what my aunt might be in a hurry to do. It doesn't matter, it's just a box of milk. '
Hardly had I left when I vaguely heard someone calling me behind my back.
A little familiar and unfamiliar voice, I turned to look and saw that it was the aunt. Panting, she came up to me and said, "Sorry, I have a raincoat. It's raining harder and harder, so don't return this umbrella. " Then she left a smile and ran away in a hurry.
I am holding an umbrella with a big smile on my face. ...
Take a step back and broaden the horizon.
If I make a hullabaloo about asking her to pay for my milk, I won't have a smile in my heart, all this comes from "tolerance"
A little more tolerance will make people more harmonious; A little more tolerance will make life better.
Tolerance, a little more will be better.