In Changsha, the busiest time is at night. As soon as night fell, the city really woke up. From the scenery along the river on both sides of the strait to the lively bar street in Hedong, all kinds of programs are not unpopular, and Changsha people are everywhere. No matter what personality or class, they can find leisure places that make them happy. College students are short of money, so it's romantic to go to the scenic belt along the river to see the lanterns on the river and put on Kongming lanterns. Young and fashionable full brothers and sisters go to a lively bar to soak; I want to buy a ticket to watch a performance in a karaoke bar. From two people talking and dancing, from Guanyin to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, all kinds of programs, serious jokes, and a talented host with a strong street flavor can also make you laugh until you forget your troubles. If you want to eat enough, you will drive around the road and see that there is no parking space in front of any hotel. It is right to join in the fun. Although some shops in frontispiece are not so good, they are often unique after entering. After a hard day, I want to relax my muscles and find a city to wash my feet. For 40 yuan, I can hire a beautiful girl with good skills to wash my feet. Lying on the massage table can not only relax, but also chat with colleagues and friends in the same industry. A lot of business is finalized in the process of washing my feet after I get off the table. If you are hungry after playing until midnight, don't rush home. At the south gate and the Xiangjiang River, a delicious midnight snack can make you give up your image. Sitting on the roadside drinking beer and eating delicious shrimp, life is not too fast!
This Changsha City is very enjoyable, just like the slogan "Happy China" shouted by Hunan Satellite TV. I don't know whether China is happy or not, but it can really make people happy in Changsha. However, some people are not happy enough, and they want to be happy with taste, so they think Changsha is vulgar. It's all from the lower Liba people. It's so vulgar! Changsha people are very smart, didn't you say I was vulgar? Let me show you a little elegance. I took a little from the long history of the ancient academy at the foot of Yuelu Mountain, and all those things of Xialiba people are related to culture. You call me a "foot capital", and I will create a "foot washing culture". If you say "swearing and obscenity are Qi Fei, and gag is * * *", I will provide mine. We also have draft culture and national show results. I dare not say anything about other cultures, but regarding the "foot washing culture", Changsha people seem to have really developed foot washing, a leisure activity of the public, into "foot massage". Regardless of whether there is such a Tao in this "Tao", it is just an oath to turn vulgarity into elegance, and it can also be called "Dare to be the best in the world".
It's a little far-fetched Let's continue to talk about Changsha. Changsha is inferior to Guangzhou and Shenzhen in economy, Beijing in culture, Shanghai in foreign flavor, Chongqing in food and Qingdao in beauty, but it is such a city with outstanding achievements in single subject that has a unique personality charm in the eyes of a foreigner. I like Changsha. I like living in Changsha. She is easy-going, generous, tolerant and friendly, and it is easy for people to blend in and enjoy it. Speaking of enjoyment, I have to mention Changsha people. They seem to be the people who enjoy life the most. They drove dozens of kilometers to the corner outside the city just to eat a famous dish. Farmhouses and fish ponds are everywhere in the countryside around the city, all to meet the needs of the city; The mahjong collection is in the residential building, so the old lady can rub around a few times if she has nothing to do. I felt that I couldn't clean up at home, so I went to the hotel to open a room, watch football, watch super girls and play mahjong. My friends stayed up all night and went to work at dawn. Sometimes it's strange that some people know how to enjoy themselves even though their income is not high, and they especially like the enjoyment of burning money. Originally, I only knew that Changsha people "eat hard and are not afraid of death", but now I also find that Changsha people "eat well and have face". Some young men have only a few tens of dollars left in their pockets, and they still want to match the Furong King, and they are not willing to be demoted at all. They are known as "a betel nut and a cigarette, and life is as happy as a fairy".
Changsha people are famous for their strategy. Wang Han and Kyle are two "strategists", and Changsha people are also very resourceful. When doing things, talking about the blueprint of long-term planning can make people beautiful, as if they can have a bright future as long as they look forward to it. When doing things, I am afraid of Changsha people's "fear of laziness", which makes some people very chilling. In fact, Changsha is inseparable from Changsha people. I have been in Changsha for so many years and witnessed the changes in Changsha's old appearance. As a person who regards Changsha as his second hometown for a long time, his joy is not lower than that of Changsha people. Changsha is developing. The slogan and grand plan of "two-oriented society and financial city" sounds a little far from the lives of ordinary people, but the new Changsha really needs to be built by ordinary people like us. I don't know what Changsha was like in the past, but I am experiencing what it is like now, and what it will be like in the future depends on people to build it. Whether Changsha is good or not is a matter of opinion. ...
This activity took place in the fourth grade. Although it has passed, it is still deeply imprinted in my mind.
I remember that morning, the teacher said to us, "Yesterday, I received an order from my superiors. In the afternoon, the female students in the class brought buckets, steel balls and mops, while the male students brought brooms and shovels. Students in our grade will clean Xiashan West Village. "
In the afternoon, the whole class was ready to go, and even some students put on hats and gloves, which was simply a first-class cleaner. Starting from the border of the West Village, some male students picked up brooms, gently swept a path of wrapping paper and plastic bags into a pile, then shoveled them into trash cans and took them to a nearby garbage pool for dumping. In addition, the female students threw water on the wall, and then another group of male students followed the female students to clean up the "fresh cowhide" on the wall with a shovel. After shoveling, wipe with steel balls and towels. Almost finished, several teachers are still sweating. It turned out that President Xie, who had just taken office, found a hut with weeds, mosquitoes and flies flying and mice jumping around. So we borrowed some hoes. After our weeding, there are no more weeds here. It's all because of the masterpieces of President Xie and us children who are not afraid of being dirty and tired. Looking at the cleared weeds, garbage and this brand-new open space, we will be full of sweetness. Of course, the villagers also laughed. I believe they will cherish the fruits of our efforts.
At this time, I feel that my red scarf seems to be redder than usual and floating higher! However, I can't forget the meaningful social welfare activities I did this time.
On a sunny morning, the teacher came into the classroom with a smile and said, "Today, I want everyone to relax. Let's play interesting games! " "After listening to the teacher, the students seem to have nails on the bench and can't sit still any longer.
We played "Cat and Mouse". The teacher selected several students as "cats" and several students as "mice", and then explained the rules of the game: "cats" are not allowed to enter the "mouse hole". The teacher asked me to be the "master" of the family, and the rest of the students formed a big circle. The teacher asked us to treat weeds as "mice" and want to eat our own "food".
When the game officially started, the owner said to the cat, "I'll sell the vegetables first, and you stay here to look after the house." Don't let the mouse steal something to eat. " The cat nodded, and after the owner left, the cat began to implement its action plan: pretending to sleep, confusing the "mouse", trying to lure the mouse out of the hole and then eating it.
After a while, the mouse finally lost his temper, fidgeting and trying to steal something. It first shows its small head and looks around to see if there are any targets and prey. Suddenly, the mouse was pleasantly surprised to find a pile of delicious food in front of a cat sleeping late. He couldn't believe his eyes, and his mouth was watering. He walked carefully to the food, thinking: What good luck today! The food has been found and the cat is sleeping. God help me! I saw him boldly approach the food with great pride. Just as he was secretly pleased to get the food with his own hands, the cat suddenly opened its eyes and caught the mouse at once. The mouse struggled desperately in the cat's hand and cried sadly, "grandpa cat, please forgive me this time!" " I will definitely repay you. "But the cat is the natural enemy of the mouse, and it has no sympathy for it at all. Finally, the mouse became a plate of Chinese food, and the cat enjoyed a good meal. The students are holding hands and jumping around, very happy.
"Ding zero zero, Ding zero zero ..." A hurried bell rang and the students reluctantly returned to the classroom.
Ah! The game of "cat and mouse" is really interesting. I really want to play this game every day. How colorful our campus life is. ...
My mother and I
When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"
I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...
I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She used her life's hard work to get everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?
On Sunday afternoon, it was very sultry. I walked into the yard and fiddled with my father's "baby flowers and plants". Suddenly, I saw a snail slowly climb up the leaf. "Are snails pests or beneficial insects?" "Why does it always leave a long line where it passes?" "Where are its nose and eyes?" A series of question marks came to mind.
I ran into the room and asked my father who was reading the newspaper. Father smiled and said, "since you want to know the secret of snails, why don't you experiment yourself?" "Yes! Why didn't I think of that! " So I decided to try it myself.
"Are snails pests or beneficial insects?" First, I test snails by "testing turtles with various foods". I first picked up cabbage leaves, steamed bread, small mosquitoes, and then caught several snails, numbered them separately and put them in front of these foods. Probably, they were all hungry and crawled to their favorite food, but each snail chose cabbage leaves and chewed them, but they didn't smell other foods. Soon, the leaves of cabbage were eaten up. Now, I have come to a preliminary conclusion that snails are pests.
Then I conducted a second experiment to analyze why snails leave a long line when they crawl. I caught the snail high. When its head stuck out of its shell, I tried to catch its body, but before my hand touched the snail, its head retracted again. I think this snail is really a "coward!" "I tried several times in a row and didn't succeed. I am really depressed. At this time, my father came over and said, "I was discouraged at the beginning and wanted to be a scientist when I grew up!" " "I was excited by my father. Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind again. "Yes, yes!" I am dancing with joy. I carefully cracked the snail's shell with a sharp stone, pulled out the snail's body and touched its bottom with my hand. I only feel some sticky, faint little things. What is this? I found the answer after consulting books. It turns out that the little thing is its feet, and the sticky thing is snail excrement, which helps snails crawl.
Finally, I want to see where the eyes and nose of the snail are. I put a cabbage leaf in front of a snail, only to see that the snail touched it with a pair of longer tentacles, then touched it with another pair of shorter tentacles below, and then gulped it down. I think: probably one pair is eyes and the other is nose. But which pair are eyes and which pair are noses? I took another leaf and another cabbage leaf of the same size and put them in front of another snail. Because the difference is not very big, snail's eyes are useless! I saw it touching with a small tentacle, and I knew which one was a cabbage leaf and which one was a leaf. Now, I have discovered another secret: the big tentacle has the function of eyes, and the small tentacle has the function of nose.
Through this series of experiments, it is really rewarding! I not only discovered the secret of snails, but also understood a truth: If you want to make inventions when you grow up, you must cultivate the ability to find problems and learn to solve them from an early age.
I hope these are helpful to you.