第一篇：柳絲輕拂是對(duì)春天的承諾

柳絲輕拂是對(duì)春天的承諾；烈日當(dāng)空是對(duì)夏日的承諾；落葉飄飛是對(duì)金秋的承諾；銀裝素裹是對(duì)嚴(yán)冬的承諾。

孔子有云；“人而無信，不知其可。”面對(duì)匆匆易逝的生命，信守生活中的一個(gè)又一個(gè)承諾，人生將因此而光輝燦爛，耀眼奪目！奮斗不息，是對(duì)人生的承諾。

信守承諾是對(duì)心靈的洗禮；信守承諾是對(duì)人格的升華；信守承諾是對(duì)品質(zhì)的砥礪；信守承諾是對(duì)祖國的忠誠；信守你的承諾，無論這個(gè)承諾或大或小,或輕或重,或易或難.生命將在你的一個(gè)個(gè)承諾后閃爍燦爛奪目的光芒！

同學(xué)們，新的學(xué)期，我們應(yīng)該憑著堅(jiān)強(qiáng)的毅力去創(chuàng)造，去開拓，敢于斬?cái)嗲斑M(jìn)路上的荊棘、敢于戰(zhàn)勝一切挫折。闖進(jìn)急流旋渦，才有可能欣賞到最美的風(fēng)景。完成自己對(duì)父母和老師的承諾！抬起頭，超越自我，陽光燦爛。邁開步，大道寬廣去兌現(xiàn)你的承諾。

在新學(xué)期，讓我們放飛追夢(mèng)的神駒，點(diǎn)燃希望的夢(mèng)想，撐起遠(yuǎn)航的風(fēng)帆，駛向成功的彼岸。為信守添上靚麗的一點(diǎn)，謝謝大家！

第二篇：什么是承諾

什么是承諾

什么是承諾？有人認(rèn)為“海誓山盟”就是承諾，也有人認(rèn)為“約法三章”才叫承諾，可見不同的人對(duì)承諾有著不同的理解。從很小的時(shí)候開始，就知道了“承諾”是件很嚴(yán)肅的事，雖然說不清楚“承諾”到底是什么？但卻可以感受到“承諾”這個(gè)詞的份量很重很重，也就是因?yàn)槿绱耍也桓蚁騽e人做什么承諾，也害怕別人給我承諾，因?yàn)橐坏﹦e人給我的承諾無法兌現(xiàn)，我該如何面對(duì)？如果我給別人的承諾兌現(xiàn)不了，我又該如何面對(duì)呢？這一直是我的一個(gè)困擾。一天一個(gè)偶然的機(jī)會(huì)，我讀了一本書，書中對(duì)“承諾”的理解令我有了耳目一新的感覺，也讓我徹底擺脫了“承諾”對(duì)我的困擾，讓我明白了什么才是真正的“承諾”。

真正的承諾是針對(duì)自己的。我發(fā)現(xiàn)很多的來訪者都或多或少的會(huì)有這方面的困擾，比如熱戀中的一對(duì)戀人，彼此承諾會(huì)愛對(duì)方一輩子，但當(dāng)其中一方愛上了別人選擇離開的時(shí)候，另一方的感覺便是“你騙了我，你當(dāng)初對(duì)我的承諾呢？你不是說過要愛我一輩子的嗎？”又比如邁入婚姻的夫妻，隨著相處時(shí)間的增加，發(fā)現(xiàn)了彼此之間太多的不同，于是雙方甚至希望以“合同的方式”承諾彼此必須做或是絕不可以做的事，他們認(rèn)為這樣做就可以很好地解決他們之間的問題了，可這樣做的結(jié)果卻常常是吵得天翻地覆，一塌糊涂。由此可見對(duì)別人做承諾是會(huì)帶來一些問題的。

最后讓我們來看看針對(duì)自己的承諾吧，針對(duì)自己的承諾是與對(duì)方無關(guān)的，我們?cè)趯?shí)踐我們自己的承諾的過程中，對(duì)方是完全自由的，可以做任何選擇的，這樣的承諾可以讓我們擺脫猶豫，自身充滿了行動(dòng)的力量，并且用自身的意志解決過程中遇到的各種問題，這種力量也將成為我們自身成長(zhǎng)的源動(dòng)力。這樣熱戀中的戀人針對(duì)自己的承諾就變成了我會(huì)用心地去了解你，也會(huì)給你足夠的時(shí)間來了解我；邁入婚姻的發(fā)現(xiàn)彼此有太多不同的夫妻針對(duì)自己的承諾就變成了我會(huì)面對(duì)我們之間的問題，處理我們之間的沖突。

在我們的很多咨詢中，咨詢師會(huì)像鏡子一樣讓來訪者清楚地看到自己，看到生活中的一些困擾是與我們自身的很多固有想法相關(guān)的，幫助來訪者用自己的力量去打開更多的門，看到更廣闊的世界，享受更快樂的生活！

第三篇：《承諾是金》

《承諾是金》

【教案背景】

1．面向中學(xué)生

2．學(xué)科：思想品德

3．課時(shí)：1課時(shí)

4．學(xué)生課前準(zhǔn)備：

（1）、學(xué)生搜集一些有關(guān)承諾的俗語、成語或名言警句。

（2）、學(xué)生進(jìn)行小品情境表演編排和演練。

5．教師課前準(zhǔn)備：

（1）、教學(xué)之前在網(wǎng)上搜索相關(guān)教學(xué)材料，找了很多教案作參考，了解到教學(xué)的重點(diǎn)和難點(diǎn)，確定課堂教學(xué)形式和方法。

（2)、根據(jù)課堂教學(xué)需要，制作多媒體課件，給學(xué)生直觀上的感受，引發(fā)學(xué)生學(xué)習(xí)的積極性和探索欲望。

【教學(xué)內(nèi)容】

蘇教版八年級(jí)思想品德第9課第二框《承諾是金》

【教學(xué)目標(biāo)】

知識(shí)目標(biāo)：通過生活中的事例，懂得“對(duì)人守信，對(duì)事負(fù)責(zé)”，感

受信守承諾是十分重要的。

能力目標(biāo)：解讀生活中失信的危害，增強(qiáng)自己的比較分析能力和明

辨是非的能力，踐約守信，誠實(shí)做人。

情感、態(tài)度和價(jià)值觀目標(biāo)：增強(qiáng)對(duì)他人對(duì)社會(huì)的責(zé)任感，樹立誠實(shí)

信用的為人處世態(tài)度和守信為榮，失信可恥的道德觀念。

【教材分析】

《承諾是金》是蘇人版八年級(jí)思想品德上冊(cè)第九課第二框的內(nèi)容，它主要是以承諾為話題，對(duì)道德、法律等方面的內(nèi)容進(jìn)行有機(jī)整合。并根據(jù)所學(xué)內(nèi)容進(jìn)一步引導(dǎo)學(xué)生知道在我們現(xiàn)代這樣的誠信社會(huì)中應(yīng)該如何做人，即學(xué)會(huì)承諾，做一個(gè)誠實(shí)守信的人，懂得“承諾是金”的道理。這將對(duì)青少年形成良好的思想道德觀念，養(yǎng)成良好的道德習(xí)慣有著重要的現(xiàn)實(shí)意義。

【教學(xué)設(shè)計(jì)意圖】

本節(jié)課要注重充分發(fā)揮學(xué)生的主體作用。在教學(xué)過程中，主要通過生活中的事例讓學(xué)生體會(huì)，并結(jié)合學(xué)生自身的生活實(shí)際，關(guān)注學(xué)生的實(shí)際體會(huì)，注重培養(yǎng)學(xué)生誠實(shí)守信的行為習(xí)慣。本節(jié)課通過情景再現(xiàn)、小品表演、問題討論等方式來培養(yǎng)學(xué)生分析、解決問題的能力，促使學(xué)生養(yǎng)成信守承諾的良好道德品質(zhì)，并深刻體會(huì)承諾的重要性。

【教學(xué)重點(diǎn)】

解讀生活中失諾的危害。

【教學(xué)難點(diǎn)】

引導(dǎo)學(xué)生認(rèn)識(shí)并分析承諾的重要性，做一個(gè)信守承諾的人。

【教學(xué)方法】

情境體驗(yàn)法、小品表演法、續(xù)編故事法、小組合作探究法。

【教學(xué)準(zhǔn)備】

1、課前讓學(xué)生搜集一些有關(guān)承諾的俗語、成語或名言警句。

2、課前組織學(xué)生進(jìn)行小品情境表演演練。

3、制作多媒體課件。

【板書設(shè)計(jì)】

1、信守承諾是我國人民的傳統(tǒng)美德。

2、既然作出了承諾，就要兌現(xiàn)承諾。

3、信守承諾會(huì)獲得回報(bào)。

【教學(xué)反思】

通過對(duì)《承諾是金》這一課進(jìn)行全面反思后，本課教學(xué)基本達(dá)到教學(xué)過程中預(yù)先設(shè)計(jì)的三維教學(xué)目標(biāo)。一堂課成功的導(dǎo)入很重要，首先是以故事導(dǎo)入激發(fā)學(xué)生學(xué)習(xí)興趣，引人入勝。知識(shí)大比拼這一環(huán)節(jié)，把學(xué)生的興趣又推進(jìn)一步，并開闊了學(xué)生知識(shí)的海洋，盡情發(fā)揮所長(zhǎng)。在老師的指導(dǎo)下，把書本知識(shí)，現(xiàn)實(shí)問題寓于滑稽的小品中，學(xué)生抽時(shí)間，擠時(shí)間去編、演，在演練中修改，充實(shí)內(nèi)容。這個(gè)過程既提高了學(xué)生的創(chuàng)作與欣賞能力，也給大家?guī)砹藰啡ぃ且环N快樂的學(xué)習(xí)方式，在這種快樂中體現(xiàn)合作精神。最后又讓學(xué)生續(xù)編故事，把學(xué)生的學(xué)習(xí)興趣推向高潮，積極地參與到課堂中來，每一環(huán)節(jié)給學(xué)生帶來的不僅僅是對(duì)知識(shí)的掌握和提升，更重要的是學(xué)生思想情感的升華，內(nèi)心深處真正理解承諾給人們帶來的實(shí)際意義。

第四篇：春天的承諾 示范作文

A Promise of Spring

Early in the spring，about a month before my grandpa's stroke，I began walking for an hour every afternoon.Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa.At eighty-six，Grandpa was still quite a gardener，so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice.I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke.It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side.The whole family rallied to Grandpa.We all spent many hours by his side.Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps，listening alertly，revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself.There were days，too，when he slept most of the time，overcome with the weight of his approaching death.As the months passed，I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes.Each time I was with him，I gave him a garden report.He listened，gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had.But he could not answer my questions.The new flowers would blaze，peak，fade，and die before I knew their names.Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on，week by week，through summer.I began spending hours at the local nursery，studying and choosing seeds and plants.It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden.I discovered Sweet William，which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name.And I planted it in his honor.As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side，some quiet truths emerged.I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom； he kept a full bed of roses in his garden.But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights.Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom.There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.I came to see，too，that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life.He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest.But along with his hard work，Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season，each change.We often teased him about his life history.He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work，and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.In July，Grandpa worsened.One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside.He was glad to have me there，and reached out his hand to pull me close.I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November.Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most.To really enjoy a garden，you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden，each in its own season.His eyes listened to every word.Then，another discovery： “If I want a garden like yours，Grandpa，I'm going to have to work.” His grin laughed at me，and his eyes teased me.“Grandpa，in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom.Chrysanthemums and roses.” Tears clouded both our eyes.Neither of us feared this last flower of fall，but the wait for spring seems longest in November.We knew how much we would miss each other.Sitting there，I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us.He had never spoken of his testimony to me，but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew.I knew he knew.“Grandpa，” I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — “I want you to know that I have a testimony.I know the Savior lives.I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet.I love the Restoration and joy in it.” The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too.“I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet.I know the Book of Mormon is true，Grandpa.Every part of me bears this witness.” “Grandpa，” I added quietly，“I know our Father in Heaven loves you.” Unbidden，unexpected，the Spirit bore comforting，poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble，quiet Grandpa.A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us.It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility，tears of comfort.Grandpa and I wept together.It was the end of August when Grandpa died，the end of summer.As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral，I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William.Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now，and some baby's breath in another corner.On impulse，I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral.When they saw it，friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there.We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.The October after Grandpa's death，I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs，snowdrops，crocuses，and bluebells.Each bulb was a comfort to me，a love sent to Grandpa，a promise of spring.

第五篇：春天的承諾 示范作文

A Promise of Spring

Early in the spring，about a month before my grandpa's stroke，I began walking for an hour every afternoon.Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa.At eighty-six，Grandpa was still quite a gardener，so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice.I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke.It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side.The whole family rallied to Grandpa.We all spent many hours by his side.Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps，listening alertly，revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself.There were days，too，when he slept most of the time，overcome with the weight of his approaching death.As the months passed，I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes.Each time I was with him，I gave him a garden report.He listened，gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had.But he could not answer my questions.The new flowers would blaze，peak，fade，and die before I knew their names.Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on，week by week，through summer.I began spending hours at the local nursery，studying and choosing seeds and plants.It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden.I discovered Sweet William，which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name.And I planted it in his honor.As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side，some quiet truths emerged.I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom； he kept a full bed of roses in his garden.But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights.Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom.There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.I came to see，too，that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life.He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest.But along with his hard work，Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season，each change.We often teased him about his life history.He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work，and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.In July，Grandpa worsened.One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside.He was glad to have me there，and reached out his hand to pull me close.I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November.Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most.To really enjoy a garden，you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden，each in its own season.His eyes listened to every word.Then，another discovery： “If I want a garden like yours，Grandpa，I'm going to have to work.” His grin laughed at me，and his eyes teased me.“Grandpa，in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom.Chrysanthemums and roses.” Tears clouded both our eyes.Neither of us feared this last flower of fall，but the wait for spring seems longest in November.We knew how much we would miss each other.Sitting there，I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us.He had never spoken of his testimony to me，but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew.I knew he knew.“Grandpa，” I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — “I want you to know that I have a testimony.I know the Savior lives.I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet.I love the Restoration and joy in it.” The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too.“I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet.I know the Book of Mormon is true，Grandpa.Every part of me bears this witness.”

“Grandpa，” I added quietly，“I know our Father in Heaven loves you.” Unbidden，unexpected，the Spirit bore comforting，poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble，quiet Grandpa.A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us.It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility，tears of comfort.Grandpa and I wept together.It was the end of August when Grandpa died，the end of summer.As we were choosing

flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral，I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William.Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now，and some baby's breath in another corner.On impulse，I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral.When they saw it，friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there.We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.The October after Grandpa's death，I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs，snowdrops，crocuses，and bluebells.Each bulb was a comfort to me，a love sent to Grandpa，a promise of spring.