The person I admire most is my mother. My mother is a diligent and enthusiastic person. Although she is an ordinary citizen, she is like a big tree in my heart.
My mother usually does the housework in our family. She is much more diligent. She can do everything, such as washing clothes, cooking, sweeping the floor and washing dishes. It's really hard to think that my mother gets up early every day and delivers goods outside regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter! If it were me, I would go crazy! I have to admire my mother's efforts.
My mother is also very enthusiastic. No matter who comes to his mother for help, she will try her best to help. Her mother never says "no" easily. Even if she has something special that day, she will take time out to help others. I remember one time, Aunt Gao came to my house and said to my mother, "Xiao Hu, I'm going to Qiaonan to buy goods early tomorrow morning. Xiaoyu's mother-in-law can't see clearly, afraid that her old man will fall and her grandfather will get sick. I want your daughter Xiangxiang to sleep with us and help me take care of Xiaoyu. Xiangxiang is sensible and can cook. I'm relieved. Xiangxiang will come with me now, about noon tomorrow. " I'll tell her if you want. "Really? I readily promised Aunt Gao to relieve her worries.
I admire my mother, who is hardworking and enthusiastic. I am proud of having such a good mother!
I like you, your eyes are moving, your laughter is more charming, I want to touch you again, your lovely face is touching, you are talking in your sleep, arm in arm ... "I like that you are dressed in bright pink and singing Ka Kui Wong's" Like You ",as if you are radiant. Looking at you with bright eyes and white teeth, singing smartly. Your voice is soft and powerful, sweet and powerful.
The Hong Kong media once called you "the little queen with big lungs". Yes, standing on the stage, you are thin and petite, you can sing, but you are stubborn and strong. You are G.E.M. G.E.M., as you said on the stage: I want to share not only music, but my real life.
Everyone is constantly looking for it on the road of growth. Find love, find dreams, find your true self, or the distant place you want to go. Standing at this step, I always can't see where the next step is. But once you arrive, you will always understand that there are too many reasons to be promoted and accumulated step by step. Beautiful as a fairy tale, incredibly enjoying the most mysterious magic in the world.
You grew up in a musical family. Under the influence of your mother, grandmother, uncle and grandfather, you love music and singing. It is no exaggeration to call you a musical genius. You didn't try to compose music casually, just write words casually. At the age of thirteen, you completed the Piano Test Band 8 and made an advertisement in cooperation with Eason Chan. At the age of fourteen, you won the championship in the school singing competition, got the approval of the music agent, and officially signed a singer. Youth that is about to shine is a bit like a rainbow after rain, dazzling.
Being able to write and sing seems to be a great favor from heaven, which makes you a gift from the music industry. After peeling off the colored cellophane, you jump out of this glittering and lovely person, shining and reflecting a glittering and translucent aura in the sun. And those of us who accept gifts, under the radiation of your voice, accept strength and temperature.
Strange to say, you are so young, but your songs are always full of feelings, endless feelings and endless plots, such as novels, plays and big screens, which are more like everyone's life and real life.
I am waiting for you to stand in a higher place and become a treasure in the hearts, eyes and ears of more people.
Fortunately, God lived up to expectations. In 20xx, you on the stage of "I am a singer 2" came into the sight of mainland audiences in a gorgeous and amazing way. Applause, cheer. Your songs range from Your own Bubble and Sister to Wang Feng's Existence, Beyonce's Ifiwereaboy, Karen Mok's Without You, and even the Broadway classic Ladymarmalade. Every capital is a classic, every capital can't be copied, and it has its own color and style, which is unparalleled. You, the youngest singer and the oldest, are not afraid. In the end, you won the runner-up with the most beautiful battle. You said, "I don't care about today's achievements. I think I want to bring something that belongs to Hong Kong and has great influence in my growing background to this stage. A tree must grow tall and big, and its roots must be solid, so I will never forget that I came from Hong Kong and grew up in this land. " Turn around, you are brave and independent, as if you have long white wings behind you, flapping and moving gently.
Listen, God's daughter is singing.
It is sunny on the third day of this month.
The military training that I have been looking forward to for a summer vacation has finally begun! Why do I look forward to military training so much? Because our military training on campus is not as bitter and tiring as that in the military camp, but also plays a role in exercising ourselves. Well done! But I couldn't do it this morning.
After sorting out our things in the morning, all the students in Class 1 14 went to the playground to listen to the teacher. How hot it is! Although it is autumn, the temperature is still so high that there is no intention of coming down at all. /kloc-the students in class 0/4 stood together and squeezed in the middle. There was no wind at all. At first, I stood with my head held high. After a while, because of lack of oxygen, I yawned and stood there in a daze. After a while, I was dizzy and colorful, but I couldn't see anyone. I shook my head hard, and the swaying color made me feel sick and just wanted to vomit. Hang in there, I said to myself, lowering my head to avoid the dazzling sunshine. But I feel more and more weak and want to throw up. I covered my mouth tightly for fear that I couldn't catch it. I'm going to throw up in a few seconds, when the crowd dispersed and a cool breeze blew. As soon as I saw Mr. Cheng, I hurried over. The teacher asked me to rest in the shade of the tree and handed me a bottle of water to drink. I slowed down and went back to the team. Teacher Cheng asked me with concern, Are I better? The teacher is really like my mother. She gives me care and help when I am most helpless. Thank you, Teacher Cheng.
It's sunny on x month and x day.
This morning, our focus is on brisk walking. How simple it is to March in a hurry! When I was in primary school, when I arrived in physical education class, I did nothing but practice marching in haste. Therefore, this emergency March is a piece of cake for me. But after just practicing for a while, I don't think so. This emergency March is definitely not as easy as I thought.
As soon as we came up, the instructor asked us to practice arm posture, with the left arm in front and the right arm behind. Everyone stood motionless for a while. I thought, should the instructor let us change hands or have a rest? But the instructor didn't. He kept saying to us, "Raise your back arm! Stand up straight and do it on the basis of military posture! Don't bow your head! Don't look into your eyes! ! "Then I began to check whether people's arms on each horizontal plane were at the same height and bent. At this time, my arm is sore and painful. The instructor looked at others, and I secretly put my arm down a little and had a rest. But this will not play the role of exercise. I will never be lazy when I practice in the future. I must stick to it.
In the afternoon, I also practice my posture before leaving. This time I feel that my arm posture is much easier than in the morning. I didn't let go, I was lazy for a long time. Just when I was secretly happy, the instructor asked us to practice leg movements. This is really tiring! Everyone stood alone, their legs stretched straight without any bending, and the dangling leg had to be lifted up. I always feel that I have a good sense of balance, but standing on one leg for so long is also wobbly and wobbly. The instructor told us that they all practice with sandbags tied to their legs. I'm really ashamed! I can't stand for a while. I must learn from the instructor, be strict with myself and try to do better!
It's sunny on x month and x day.
The military training has been going on for the third day, and I have begun to gradually adapt to this strict militarized training. Today's training is not as tiring as the previous two days. I mainly practice urgent marching, that is, walking and running. Because the instructor said that he would find time to show the training results of our class to everyone, so we trained very seriously and worked hard, and the instructor shouted slogans and shouted at the top of his lungs.
In the afternoon, when we were training, an instructor came to pick someone, called me out, let me make some big strides, walk a few steps together, picked me out and added me to the new team. This is a queue square composed of people selected by each class. I thought: since I was called out, it means I did a good job. But I can't be complacent. I have to make persistent efforts and continue to work hard. Only in this way can we not lose face in class and live up to the expectations of teachers and instructors. Only in this way can we temper our will and shape our new self in military training.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, my parents came to pick us up, and the school had a day off to let everyone go home and clean up gfd. Tomorrow, I will meet new challenges with the fullest enthusiasm.
It's sunny on x month and x day.
I went back to school this afternoon. My roommate and I came to the classroom with short hair and asked the teacher to check whether it was qualified. The teacher looked at my hair and said it was a little long at the back. By this time, my parents had already left, so I had to ask them to come back and take me for a haircut. Soon, my parents took me to a barber shop, and after a quick haircut, I went back to school. The students are all assembled, so I can only pray that the instructor will not let me run around on the playground.
Fortunately, I'm not too late, just in time for training. The training of the queue is really strict. As soon as we came up, the instructor asked everyone to pull out the military posture 10 minutes. When I was training in my own class, I once pulled out the military posture for two minutes. I'm not used to standing for so long now. Over time, I feel that I have been standing 10 for more than 0 minutes. When the instructor asked us to step on it, my legs and feet were sore. Later, my tutor invited two students from our class to win glory for 1 class (1 1).
When I was in the self-study class at night, a classmate asked me how to write a word. Originally, I couldn't talk casually in the self-study class, but I did it and was fined after standing for 5 minutes. I won't do it again next time. I not only violated discipline, but also influenced other students.
The quiet song of nature sings quietly at the fingertips, forgetting the melancholy black birds flying happily in the sky. No one cares about reading in this corner. Friendship extends with notes, paragraph by paragraph, and you are far away, okay? God, the tears of missing have been screened out. Singing in the distance, listening to moldy songs. The helpless splash makes me confused and I can't stand straight. I hid in the hut, wrote my feelings on my face, and let the wind blow so much helplessness and sadness to the wasteland I had never harvested. Why have the sweetness of knowing each other, but also use the bitterness of parting to erode it? Just, write melancholy and passion into poems and send them to you, no matter where you are. Where are you in the distance? You always say don't be pessimistic, but you have never created perfection for yourself. How many times have you shed tears for me, but you can't hide the pain in your heart. Finally, you find that some things really can't be changed. But I can feel your voice, your breath. Really.
Time passed quietly. Today, you are far from home. I looked at the beautiful sunset outside the window and had to sigh that to see the sun, for all his glory was buried by the coming night. Gently, let me close the window in my heart Waiting for you, waiting for you to bring the first ray of sunshine in the morning with you to my side with the blessing of the cloud and the greeting of the rain, and let me know your thoughts and melancholy. I squatted by the window and let the night pass me by. I believe in my dream; I'm sure I can find you, which is my only wish. You in the distance, have you forgotten? You promised me that you would meet me at that window, no matter how far and how difficult it is, you will meet me. I promised you that I would write poems on rainy days for you and copy the pictures of the meeting. Although I can't accompany you through endless spring rains and long nights, I will bring my passion to you in the distance. Before, you sang a song, wrote a poem and drew a picture with me, but you never held hands with me, and you never said you wouldn't regret the widening of your belt, which made people haggard for Iraq. But those two lonely hearts are connected. Yes, you won't ask about the changes in the world, but only in the hazy mood in front of you. I won't find someone to accompany me on rainy days, and I will find someone to accompany me to complain at night. Your eternal heart will always be with me, just like the string between you and me, playing with your heartstrings forever. I won't complain about the injustice of the world, and I won't miss you and me, because you are looking for the distant sun, and I would like to snuggle next to a small tree and bless you. Far away, you really want to bring you the songs you wrote together, but that is. Your emotional sustenance is a testimony to our friendship. You in the distance, remember me?
Years are like flowers, with sunshine, charm and sadness; Life is like tea, with enthusiasm, fragrance and cold. Flowers are flying all over the sky under the moon, and dreams in the wind for thousands of years. I knelt quietly in front of the bodhi tree, holding a flying flower devoutly, and buried a hundred years of loneliness alone-inscription.
The moonlight is cold and the starlight is cold. How can you dream in front of Xiao Xuan's window? Green mountains are high, clear water is far away, and the ends of the earth are far away. Where can we meet again? Flying flowers are late, lovesickness is old, two lines of clear tears, for whom to sue for a lifetime?
For a long time, you were here and I met you; You stayed, I kept; You left, I waited. However, the first-class Millennium monarch has not returned, and the purple wick has become ashes. Who can laugh at the floating life, wrinkles and white temples? In the end, I was left alone, looking at the mountains and cutting off the water, and staying alone in the old place.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the end of the song is scattered, and each has its own side; Acacia pen, put pen to paper into mourning, ink dyed paper into fragrance. If I drink Meng Po Tang and cross Naihe Bridge, can I forget you? The reincarnation of this life, passing through the unforgettable Sichuan, on the Santo River, Manzhu Shahua bloomed. Look at the big red petals, which are stunning and gorgeous, much like our passionate love. Unfortunately, after all, they have the gentleness of the devil and the desolation that they can't see. No one understands her inner grief? I smelled the flowers, gradually entered the dream, and saw you and me in previous lives.
In a previous life, you and I were a loving couple in the Peach Blossom Garden. We do it at sunrise and return at sunset every day.
In our spare time, we go sightseeing together. Many scenic spots have been visited again and again, but we will never get tired of them. Why should I do it for you? You said that because of my company, the mountains are beautiful and bright and the water is clear and sweet. So, I swear silently in my heart: in this life, even if I can't accompany you to the ends of the earth, I will accompany you through eternity. At that time, our life was not rich. Sometimes I feel sad silently when I watch you busy weaving and raising chickens and ducks. In the dead of night, I quietly looked at the distant stars and the moon at the window. The wind blew gently, cooling my body. But the next second, you are quietly holding my waist behind me, warming my heart. Let me ask you, honey, will it be difficult for you to follow me? You said, idiot, I am happiest with you. Although the food is simple, the warmth between rice and porridge is the best wealth, because you are with me. So at this moment, I swear silently: even if I can't give you luxury and luxury, I will give you a deep love for the whole world, and I will never live up to your love in this life.
When you are happy, you like to run around me on the green grass, like a child who stole honey, and I like to watch you run happily and laugh happily. Your smile is the most beautiful flower and the most beautiful sun. It warms not only my body, but also my heart. Sometimes you will jump into my arms and let me hold you warmly. I will gently hold your forehead and never let you go. I am very happy to see you struggling to let go of you while patting my chest. I am the happiest person in the world. I whispered in your ear: I just want to hold you like this, because I love you very much. Then you will be quiet. This must be the quietest time, because I heard the sound of fallen leaves. You said vaguely, "You can hold it as long as you want, but I don't feel bad when I'm tired."
When you are sad, you like to lean quietly under my arm and hold my powerful arm with both hands, but I don't like too many words at the moment. I like to shelter you silently. One day, we were sitting on the green grass together, and you asked me why I didn't say much to comfort you every time you were sad. At that time, I replied like this: that's because my heart was crying when you were sad, and I was afraid that I would let you hear my tears as soon as I opened my mouth. After listening to my answer, you said nothing. You just held me quietly. In fact, I also want to tell you another reason why I don't want to talk when you are sad. I want to save my words until I help you solve the problem. I just want to say "Look, with me, everything can be solved", but I have never said that sentence, because I like to watch you smile silently and run to my arms and be hugged tightly by me.
The past life is just an illusion in my dream, but the dream will always wake up; Past lives are just the beauty reflected in summer bubbles, which can be broken at the touch of a button. In fact, I didn't believe in past lives and afterlife from the beginning, but perhaps because of your departure and my helplessness, I gradually pinned my feelings and wishes on the past lives and afterlife.
Love can make people worry. Even if you have chosen not to come back, I am willing to put on a lonely coat because of my deep affection. In my heart, I have imprinted this affection on my mind. I think, even if I walk across Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po Tang and get reborn, I still can't erase the smile you left in front of me. I thought I wouldn't lose you until I saw the end of the world. Unexpectedly, as soon as I closed my eyes, I smelled you. It turns out that your shadow is longer than the world, so I looked up and saw you. So you never left me, because you live in my heart.
Sunday is a rainy day. In the morning, my parents will take my sister and me to climb the Purple Mountain. I am looking forward to it.
The sky is a little cloudy. My mother said it might rain, but it should be cool to climb mountains when it rains. Parking in the parking lot, we started climbing along the mountain road. At first, I climbed very fast and ran all the way up. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the mountain road is particularly cold. However, after a while, the rain stopped and the mountain became hot again. I feel very tired. I can't lift my feet like a sandbag, so I have to walk slowly. Walking, I saw a grass that looked like a mimosa. I asked my mother, "Mom, what grass is this?" Kind of like a mimosa. "Mom checked with her mobile phone and said," This is not a mimosa. This kind of grass is called fern. Pteridophytes were also the main food of Cretaceous herbivorous dinosaurs. "
We continued to climb, and suddenly I heard my mother shouting, "I found my baby!" " "I ran to my mother's side and saw that it was an oak tree, not a chestnut! On the way to climb the mountain, we met a little sister who was also climbing the mountain with her parents. So we made an appointment with them to continue climbing the mountain. Climbing to the gazebo halfway up the mountain, a wasp suddenly circled around me. Dad didn't drive away several times, which scared me to close my eyes and dare not move. Dad quickly opened the umbrella he prepared when boarding the plane to separate me from the wasp. The wasp finally flew away and we were too scared to leave. But my little sister who climbed the mountain with us accidentally stepped on the narrow manhole cover and cut her leg, so she had to go down the mountain and go home.
We continued to climb for a long time, and I felt very tired. At this time, it began to rain again, and the mountain became cool again. Dad set a destination with mobile navigation, and the navigation showed that he reached the destination 926 meters ahead. Listening to the navigation instructions, I kept climbing along the road until the navigation said it was over. After climbing to the destination, it turned out to be a small pavilion. The name of this small pavilion is "Ying Chao Well". I also want to climb up and take the cableway down at the top of the mountain. But my sister was exhausted and my father had to carry it all the way, so we had to go down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, the rain stopped slowly and the sun came out. I also picked an immature little persimmon. Then I saw a turtledove. My mother said that turtledove sounds like chickens and owls. I reached out to catch the turtledove, but the turtledove was scared away by us. We saw another kind of bird. There are many such birds in this land alone. Maybe there are many nests here.
We walked for a while and saw a strange flower. It has no leaves. This kind of flower is called Lycoris radiata, also called Manzhu Warsaw. It is said that after death, his soul will go to the underworld under the guidance of Manzhu Warsaw.
As we descended the mountain, we continued to observe the trees and scenery on both sides of the road. I see many long bugs. It is black all over, with yellow rings on it and many thin feet on both sides. Some grow almost as long as my palm. My mother told me that it is called Ma Lu, also called millipede.
When I was tired and panting, I arrived at the parking lot, finally I could have a rest and I was in a good mood.
I really like climbing mountains today. Although I was very tired, I persisted. When I grow up, I believe I will climb to the top of the mountain!
Grandpa is back.
He wore a straw hat woven with bamboo and wood, a white coat, trousers and cloth shoes covered with mud, and the sweat as big as beans crossed his cheeks and disappeared into his generous chest. Yes, grandpa just came back from the fields. He wiped his sweat and set the dishes and chopsticks. "It's time to eat." Grandpa shouted to me while watching TV on the sofa, "Oh." I replied, looking calm. Actually, I have a surprise, and I can't tell grandpa yet.
In the morning, grandpa went out with a hoe, and I quietly got out of bed and followed in his footsteps. Seeing grandpa's figure disappear in the field, I turned my head and walked in the opposite direction, because I wanted to accomplish a surprise that only I knew.
I took a taxi to the market and walked into a shoe store, which was richly decorated. The shoe rack was filled with all kinds of shoes, but I was not satisfied, because I wanted to choose the most beautiful pair of canvas shoes for my grandfather, so I bought those white canvas shoes and held them in my hand, as if I saw his smile. Wrapped in a gift box, I want to go to a cake shop, and I can't afford the rest of my money. I clenched the remaining fraction in my hand and walked to the fruit market.
In the afternoon, I went home with a gift carefully selected for grandpa, but he hasn't come back yet. I looked at my watch, and in an hour, I took the fruit to the kitchen and started making fruit platters. Busy for a while, the result finally came out. It looks as good as the cake. Look at the juicy peaches, the crystal ball-like grapes, and the bright red apples. In the milky yellow, they look like a layer of wax, and they give off the fragrance of My Sweetie fruits! I put the gift and fruit platter on the round table in the center of the living room. After turning off the lights, I squatted in the corner, listening to the "Didi" sound of the electronic watch.
About five minutes later, the heavy iron gate in the yard rang, and the footsteps were as heavy and slow as sandbags. Grandpa's back! I can't stand the excitement. Grandpa came into the room: "Why is it so dark?" As I spoke, I turned on the light with my hand. I can't wait to jump out of the corner: "Grandpa-happy birthday!" " "
Grandpa was stunned first, and then he saw the gift on the table and a bright face of me. Turbid tears flowed slowly like a stream and rolled down his old cheeks. I took the cotton shoes out of the gift box and handed them to grandpa. Grandpa couldn't help it any longer. His bony fingers stroked his cotton shoes and burst into tears. I patted my grandfather on the back like an adult and said, "Grandpa, I owe you so much. Birthdays are nothing. Stop crying. " To tell the truth, it's the first time I've seen grandpa cry since I was so big. Grandpa wiped his tears with his hand and said with a smile, "This is the most beautiful gift I have ever received in my life."
Grandpa and I laughed together, and the laughter echoed in the air.
As a student in No.12 Middle School, in addition to endless study and homework, I occasionally have one or two interesting things to make up for the boring study and life.
A few days ago, the biology teacher took us to the laboratory for microscopic observation of "onion epidermal cells and oral epithelial cells". I teamed up with a classmate to listen to the teacher's explanation first, and then look at the teacher's every move:
Turn on the light, handle the load, put it on the stage, adjust the knob, adjust the magnifying glass, and observe it with the left eye ... as smooth as mountain water. After the teacher demonstrated, we began to operate. Needless to say, we were in a hurry when operating, but just saying our report observation results is enough to make us laugh-
Our report is like a runaway horse, and this "green grass" has been trampled beyond recognition in an instant. The biology teacher is still busy, loudly, announcing the results of our report one by one. In one group, the teacher looked very interested and watched their experiment process over and over again. During the observation, the teacher kept retching and cursing: "disgusting!" " A group of curious people came running and said, "Oh, my God! "
-It turns out that they are doing tartar observation. Our performance is as good as the teacher's. After the observation, we huddled together and "vomited" like collective food poisoning. At that time, the classroom was a mess. Happy laughter comes one after another!
But not very interesting. The interesting thing should be when I came down the stairs after the experiment. On my right, there are three cuboid irons, with a small moment in the middle and a slope, so I thought of passing books like this. Let my friends wait for me on the next floor first, and then send and connect with each other. When the book was handed down, it suddenly fell into a gap and then disappeared.
At this time, my classmate also handed it down, "alas"-the book fell on an electric box. At this time, the whole class came to help him with his books. But because it is at the junction of the first floor and the second floor, I can't get it directly, so I can only spread it on the first floor with books. After unremitting efforts, his book finally came out. My book was "magically" found by my classmates!
These one or two things have been my most interesting things in recent weeks. Although the process is a bit meaningless and stemless, the happiness it brings me is so simple, but unforgettable. ...
My eyes penetrate time and space, and I seem to see your rickety back, your hands that never stop making cloth shoes, and a few wrinkles on your forehead.
When I was young, I was very naughty. All day, I can always see my figure shuttling back and forth in that alley, so that my shoes are always worn out, revealing a few white toes. At this time, you laughed like a flower from the room, holding the newly knitted cloth shoes in your hand, and told me to put them on in scolding and worrying.
/kloc-In the winter of 0/2 months, the cloth shoes on weekdays can't resist the biting cold, but you can do anything. Look at my little fat feet that are blue with cold. Your eyes are full of love and soft. Later, there was another figure on the kang who was busy sewing cloth shoes. A few days later, another pair of brand-new cloth shoes was born, unique cloth shoes with a layer of cotton inside.
But who knows, those warm cloth shoes, in the ticking of the clock, in the early morning, in the dark night when the street lamp outside the window can't shine, you still keep making cloth shoes.
Now whenever I dig out those old cloth shoes from that old shoe cupboard, it will arouse my long feelings and then blow off the dust on the shoes, which contains the warmth of time and moistens my heart.
Even if you are senile, those old cloth shoes are memorable.