My collection is in my closet, with a yellow shirt hanging. It was not yellow originally, because it was stored for too long and became an "antique". This is not an ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother's endless love for me. Every time I see it, I can't help thinking of that thing that I will never forget. That was when I was nine years old. My family lives on the 13 floor of a high-rise building. One night, I suddenly had a high fever and my father was on a business trip. In desperation, my mother took me to the hospital alone. When I arrived at the hospital, I queued for registration, queuing for medical treatment, queuing for medicine, queuing for puncture, and then intravenous drip for a long time. By the time it was all over, it was already past 2 o'clock the next morning. My mother supported me physically and mentally and walked out of the hospital. The taxi took us to the door and looked at the tall building. I was worried: the elevator stopped, how can we get upstairs? Our family lives on such a high floor. How easy is it to take the stairs? But mom made a quick decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I strongly disagree, but I got dizzy after just two steps, so my mother had to carry it. At first, my mother was not very tired, and her pace was fairly easy. But with the passage of time and the increase of floors, I obviously felt that my mother was tired. In the quiet corridor, my mother's rough breathing is so clear. Unconsciously, the mother's forehead oozed with bean-sized sweat, and her white silk shirt was soaked with sweat. I know, this is a new shirt that my father bought for my mother. My mother likes that white shirt very much, and she is careful in everything for fear of getting dirty. At this time, she couldn't take care of her shirt, so I reminded her: "Mom, you are tired, and your new shirt is wet. Let's have a rest before we go! " "Mom disagreed:" Nothing, just go back and wash. "I was lying on my mother's back, and tears blurred my eyes. My mother carried me to 13 floor and carried me home. Once in the house, my mother can't rest. She is busy boiling water, making medicine and urging me to take medicine. After settling me down, she changed her shirt. I thought my mother would wash it soon, but my mother looked at that shirt for a long time. I asked doubtfully, "Mom, what happened to your shirt? "Is it wrinkled?" Mom smiled: "Never mind, just iron it with an electric iron." A few days later, I saw that my mother had never worn that washed and ironed shirt. I didn't know until I asked, the shirt hooked a lot of silk, which was caused by the zipper on the chest. Since then, although my mother has never worn that shirt again, I often open the closet and feel it. I can see that my mother still loves this shirt. Four years later, we moved twice, but the shirt is still hanging in my closet. Every time I see it, I will think of what happened a few years ago, and I will deeply feel the greatness of maternal love, the warmth of family affection and the preciousness of family affection. White clouds are a collection of blue sky, pure and pure; Stars are a collection of the night sky, and the light of the night sky is reflected in the flicker; The spray is the collection of the sea, and the scroll contains the surge of the sea ... My small collection contains laughter and tears, persistence and strength, youth and immaturity, courage and strength. I like collecting emotions. Sadness, happiness, pain, sadness, melancholy ... all kinds of moods are like beating notes, intertwined from deep to high, composing a beautiful melody. Whenever the music plays, the mood will dance with it and go back to the past. I like collecting impressions. A book, a song, a passage, a shot, or a move will always move me. Every touch is connected in series like a pearl, and this touch is gently buried in my heart. I like collecting peace. As night falls, I sit at the window and count the stars in the sky, shining like diamonds. All the noise seems to be covered by this light, and everything is immersed in peace. How comfortable it is to precipitate your feelings in peace! I like collecting romance. Under the cherry trees in the yard, when the wind blows, the petals spin and fly in the air. From a distance, a beautiful sakura rain is slowly falling. As a result, the heart also rotates in the air with the petals of cherry blossoms, experiencing the tiny happiness heating up rapidly in the air. As time goes by, my collection is increasing, and my memories are getting thicker and thicker like a book. I like my collections, because they bring me endless happiness and imagination, just like the white clouds in the blue sky, the starlight in the night sky and the waves of the sea.
There are thousands of flavors of Qian Qian in the world, each bearing a different mood, and each flavor has a unique flavor.
By collecting these flavors, I tasted all kinds of "delicious" in the world.
ferment
There are many sad things in life. After the Wenchuan earthquake, when we saw those hopeful eyes in the ruins on TV or in the newspaper, when we heard on the radio that some mothers were buried deep to protect their children, my heart ached, accompanied by a trace of sour taste, and tears flowed down. I know that the whole country, not only I shed tears, but also I feel sad, countless people accompany me and countless people are sad.
sweet
"Sweet" is a word representing happiness and happiness, a taste that everyone wants to taste. Half a year after the Wenchuan earthquake may give us some comfort.
In life, we can taste the sweetness at any time. When I was about to go to school, I walked on the road under my mother's advice, and my heart was sweet; At school, a greeting from my classmates melted in my heart; After school, watching the hot meals at home filled my heart with sweetness.
difficult
In life, the strongest taste, besides sour and sweet, is of course bitter. Bitterness is the last thing people want to taste, but in life, if there is no bitterness, the taste will definitely be much lighter. Failure is bitter, but there are lessons behind it, which is a step towards success. It is bitter to be taught, but it is sweet to strive for applause after the incident.
There are really many flavors in life. Today, we only taste the three strongest flavors in my collection. In the later life, we will taste and collect more flavors!
A primary school student and a junior high school student, depending on the needs.
That's what girls write.
Also, I have a beloved cloth bear, which is a gift from XX. It is my mascot and my little baby. He has brown fur and big eyes that twinkle like two black gems. He has a small bow around his neck, pink, which I tied. Its fluff is soft and continuous, and it feels comfortable. I take her to play in the yard during the day, and she always looks at me with those big eyes, as if she were coquetry to me. At night, I hugged her to sleep, and he gave me a good dream.
Every time I get angry, he looks at me as if to say, "Don't be angry, I don't like the way you are angry!" " "When I was in tears, it seemed to say to me,' A crying child will become ugly. Can you stop crying? "When I am happy, it will also say" I hope you will be happy forever ". Looking at it, I will immediately show a sweet smile.
The innocent and lovely appearance of Bu Xiong has always been with me. He is my good partner. Every time I think of Cloth Bear, my heart warms up.
It is this cloth bear that brings me happiness and confidence, and I will cherish it forever.