看图写话二年级不写作业玩电脑

看图写话二年级不写作业玩电脑

我非常喜欢玩电脑游戏，甚至到了走火入魔的地步，为了这2113事，妈妈不知说我了多少次!还发生了许多好笑的事呢!有一次，我刚刚放学回到家，就打开了电脑开始玩游戏。一边玩还以边跟着哈哈的傻笑，有时还喊:“你怎么那么笨啊，跑快点啊!”爸爸下班回到家说5261:“楼道里就听见你嚷嚷了，干嘛呢?还不写作业啊?”我不耐烦的说:“哎呀，哎呀，我知道了，作业一4102会就写完。”我又开始了电脑游戏……不知过了多长时间，爸爸说:“该吃饭了，快点，还没写作业呢!”“知道知道在玩十分钟!”可不知过了多少个十分钟，也不知爸爸催1653了我多少回，我才去吃饭》虽然吃着饭，可心思一刻也没有离开过电脑，吃着吃着，妈妈开了一句玩笑说:“你是吃饭呢，还是种饭呢?”大家都哈哈大笑。

吃完饭，我还想玩，可妈妈偏不让。写作业是，心不在学习上，看着作业本都能写到格外头去专。哈哈，看来我真的迷上了电脑!这几天，学习成绩下降了，我下决心再属也不玩电脑了，可有时还是忍不住。妈妈吓我说:“你再玩，我就把电脑砸了，我不敢再玩了。一定要提高了成绩再玩!其实妈妈不让我玩，也是为我好!

参加大学英语演讲讲什么内容好。 要求是讲三分钟，内容主题无任何要求。我的英语不太好，口语也不行，是

Breathing with Dreams

I have a question for you. ‘Do you know how to breathe?’ Okay, I know what you

are thinking now, “Girl, are you kidding me? Everybody knows how to breathe.”

Actually, if I were you sitting down in there one year ago, I would think, “How

did she make it to the final?”

Alright, seriously speaking, what I am

talking about is “the art of breathing”, and it’s about breathing in a Yoga way:

peacefully and always under control. What it reveals is the real essence of

perseverance, “In order to achieve, sometimes, you need to wait.” And when it

comes to things you really want in life, it is as hard as it could possibly

be.

For me, singing is a life thing. When I am singing on the stage, I

feel whole-heartedly involved, and the self-fulfillment it renders is

inexplicably thrilling. But with all the realistic problems I need to face in

life, all those I want seem too far to be true– so far that I am terrified that

I will never ever be able to get there and that gradually I will be carried away

by the currents and torrents of life. I’ve been drowned into this ambivalence

for so long. Now, with a refined perspective towards self-realization, I am

waiting, in a graceful posture, and knowing that I am going to get there. And on

this, I should say, I owe Yoga a thank-you.

I still remember, about one

year ago, I attended a Yoga course for the very first time. And to tell you the

truth, I went there for a nice figure. However, after practicing for some time,

I discovered that there was an ineffable inner-strength burgeoning sneakily in

me while I totally focused. In order not to let go this significant power, I

started to picture all I wanted in my mind while I was fully concentrating, for

I believe the wings of imagination could make things possible. I learned to

breathe with my dreams, shaping the eagerness into this elegant gesture of

persisting.

And now, if you ask me what exactly is “the art of

breathing”, I would say it is indeed “the art of living”. It combines the search

of balance, the grace of patience, and the awareness of appreciation.

So

even though feelings are tied up with life routines, I could still hold onto

that free EGO which I have always adored: the girl who is singing under the

spotlight, with all her heart and soul; the girl who is persevering with all she

believes in and always feels grateful for what has been bestowed on

her.

That girl is now standing right here in front of you, hoping that

you are all as lucky as she is, living with dreams and love. No matter how tough

things get, I tell myself, I tell myself that, every single thing I am doing now

is every step closer to that very moment of my trajectory, just like every Yoga

breath to every blossom moment of my life.