Rain falls on the eaves and umbrellas, but it coughs and screams like an old man.
Walking aimlessly, I suddenly bumped into a pool of lotus flowers, which was the only trace of green in the darkness. When I met my long-lost old friend, I couldn't help but be surprised, but suddenly it turned into worry-it was raining heavily.
The wind seems to have turned into a beast that smells blood, showing its fangs, skimming over the water, rippling in circles, and the raindrops as big as beans bursting on the ground and in the pool, making my ankles feel a little cold. Lotus was also unable to climb up because of the strong wind, so it had to crawl on the water. I don't laugh abstinently. What's the use? You are no more a pine than I am a genius. The water surface is broken layer by layer, and the leaves in the shadow are not the end of you and me? In a flash, I gave birth to disdain. I have the courage to fight against difficulties and persevere, but you have to crawl on the water and don't even have the courage to stand up?
You can't hear what I'm thinking, or you don't care if you know. You still keep your attitude. After a while, the wind stopped. Like a spent force, the roar turned into a faint whisper. But you stand upright, and the trembling stem shakes off a mist.
It dawned on me that you really didn't challenge the storm. This is a stupid trip and unwise. But you didn't give in to the storm. You are waiting and patient. You are waiting for the wind to weaken and the rain to weaken. Not reckless, not humble, just strong.
The rain drops on the eaves and falls on the umbrella surface, and the sound is particularly pleasant.
I'm a little confused. Why? Scholars all over the world travel around the wonders of famous mountains and rivers, but no one sighs that fish sink and frogs fall and cotyledons rise.
When the rain stopped, everything around me suddenly became silent, as if there was only one problem left, wandering leisurely, as if it were a natural whisper, and as if it were from the heart.
I slowly closed my umbrella, and a little sunshine fell on my face. I looked up and there was no rainbow on the horizon.
Yes, I understand. He didn't answer, turned and strutted away, only saying, so did Holland. What should people do?
Friends say I seem to be a different person, less impatient and aggressive, more calm and practical, less bold and more wise and forbearing.
A little sunshine fell on my face again, still after the storm, but this time there was a rainbow hanging on the horizon. In the face of their questions, I replied:
I received a special gift.
Today, my mother came back from work and brought me a blue pencil box. I asked my mother excitedly, where did you buy this pencil case? So beautiful? My mother told me happily that she made it herself. This pencil box is made by mother first putting beads on with blue thread, then hooking it on a plastic board with crochet and sewing it together.
On the front of the pencil case, my mother also arranged three capitalized pinyin letters ZXB with white beads, which is the pinyin abbreviation of my name. I like this pencil box very much. It is so different.
I know that this pencil case was made by my mother, and she devoted her efforts and love to me. Mom loves me very much, and I love her, too. I feel very happy and proud to have such a mother.
Special Gift Composition 3 Gifts are the fragrant flowers in your heart, the last note to hold your breath, the movie that makes you cry, and the love that makes you smile.
That thing, that gift, that love, I will never forget.
On that day, I was 10 years old, the flowers had just opened and the breeze was still wet. My mood blooms in the early morning. Because it was my birthday, I got up early in the morning and asked my parents what my birthday present was. Will you come back? What kind of cake to eat for me at night and a series of questions. Dad, who was busy collecting clothes, suddenly looked up and his eyes changed. I felt nervous, and I was greeted by a scolding: "birthday, birthday, is that all you think about?" Why not pay attention to study? "I turned to my mother, but all I got was sympathy. Grandma suddenly ran to my side and took my hand: "Dear grandson, I have been with you. Don't blame your parents, they are just too busy. "
Then the whole afternoon smelled of dark clouds. Look at the balcony at night and see the reddish fill in the blanks. It's very nice. I chose to go downstairs to get rid of my bad mood. I walked leisurely on the road in the community, feeling a little resentful, but I quickly dismissed the idea and sighed and continued to walk.
Walking to the door, I suddenly heard a group of noisy voices. I took out my cell phone and rang the doorbell. The door opened and suddenly there came a deafening voice: "Happy birthday!" " My eyes suddenly lit up, and my father's scolding voice reappeared in my mind, which was out of proportion. When I went in, I found my father cursing me on purpose. I smiled: "Oh, grandma can lie!" " "Laughter and cheers rang out. I'm really surprised to think of it.
The meaning of this gift is very special to me, but it is a surprise, and it is carefully planned behind it!
There are many birthday presents that I will never forget, but my favorite is last year's birthday present.
It was a spring, because I was busy studying and forgot my birthday. That night, I went to my door and opened it. It's dark at home. I was about to turn on the light when all the lights at home came on. Mom and dad say "Happy Birthday" together. I just remembered that today is my birthday, and when I think that my mother goes out early and comes back late every day, my tears come out. My mother doesn't go home until 10 every night, and she doesn't go home until the early morning when taking stock. Whenever I have a class, my mother is still working! Whenever I do my homework, my mother is still working! Whenever I fall asleep, my mother is still working! I can't believe that she hasn't forgotten her daughter's birthday.
After eating the birthday cake, my parents gave me a very special birthday present, and my mother gave me a set of children's encyclopedias. My mother wants me to know the wonders of nature. My father gave me two famous sayings. In the first sentence, reading breaks thousands of books and writing is like a god. This means reading more books. When writing, the pen seems to be wound and writes quickly. The second sentence is "Books are the ladder of human progress". It means reading more books can increase your knowledge.
After accepting these gifts, it suddenly occurred to me that I had homework to finish. After listening to these words, I finished my homework in a quarter of an hour.
Special Gift Composition 5 Many people have received many beautiful gifts, such as bear dolls, crystal pens, lovely pencil boxes and beautiful books … but I have a special gift: trust.
I remember one time when I was going out to play after class, I passed my good friend Ruan's seat and found that she had a beautiful pen, which was a limited edition. This pen is my dream, but I have never bought it. At this time, I began to suspect that it was stolen. I looked around nervously to see if there was anyone around, then quickly took the pen away, put it in my schoolbag, zipped it up, and then nervously walked out of the classroom and asked the teacher questions.
Ruan was looking for the limited pen in class. She searched and searched in her pencil box, rummaged and rummaged, but still couldn't find it. So she asked me, "Gui Ruyun, have you seen my limited edition pen?" My heart was pounding, and I replied uneasily, "I ... I ... I didn't." She said strangely, "Oh, that's strange. How can it disappear? " ? Oh, forget it. Go and buy another one. . "
I have two little people in my heart: one little person said, "Give it back to her, lest everyone have a bad impression on you." And another villain said, "You can't return it, it's a limited edition!" " Besides, the things in your schoolbag are yours. Why do you want to return it? "The two little people kept talking and almost said I was' dead'. But in the end I decided to give it back to her and apologize to her.
I took my pen out of my schoolbag and whispered with my head down, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." I shouldn't have taken your pen I am so sorry! " ""Never mind, I will give you this pen, because you are my most trusted friend. "
This time, I received not only a pen, but also a gift-trust.
It was a pleasant family trip abroad, and we came to Sabah, a famous holiday paradise in Southeast Asia. Guided by the tour guide, we came to an island for water sports.
Many umbrellas are flying in the sky, which makes me eager to fly in the blue sky, so we chose a three-seat umbrella, and the whole family flew happily in the clouds, and the beautiful scenery was instantly panoramic. It's a real drop in the bucket.
Just as I dragged my umbrella down from the sky and returned to the ground safely, I only remembered saying, "Wow! Have fun! " After that, my eyes were covered with thick black cloth, suddenly my mind went blank, I lost all consciousness and fainted in front of my parents. When I woke up, I realized that everyone was rushing me to the other side in too many cooks.
After returning to China, my mother immediately took me to a big hospital for examination. After brain wave examination and specialist diagnosis, I officially announced that I had epilepsy, commonly known as epilepsy.
It turned out that "epilepsy", from the first day I was born, was like an invisible nightmare, silently hidden in my body. It seems to be a part of my body, growing up with me. In fact, it is really a lingering shadow and endless pressure. From this day on, whenever I get sick and have a fever, I will have convulsions, white eyes and foaming at the mouth, which will make normal people stunned and make my parents who take care of me exhausted.
Basically, my life is the same as normal people. In order to prevent diseases, besides taking medicine regularly, I must maintain a normal life and rest, go to bed early every day, and can't watch TV or play computer for too long. It has become a common practice to go to the hospital regularly to take brain waves and draw blood, and gradually get used to breathing and living together with this invisible disease.
I lived like this for three years, until one day the doctor said that I didn't have another attack during taking medicine, and my condition improved, so I didn't need to take medicine or take brain waves. Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing happily. What's the good news? Did I get rid of it? Is it far from me?
It really didn't stop there. When I first entered the first grade, I may have brought all kinds of invisible pressure because I adapted to the new environment. In an English class, the teacher is explaining "genealogy". Epilepsy came to me again. It ruthlessly destroyed my body. Body shaking violently, foaming at the mouth, unconscious fainted on classmates.
When I woke up, I heard the voice of "oh-oh-oh" in my ear. My mother who came to school sat next to me. On the way to the hospital, my mother and I both knew that all treatments and drugs had to be redone. My frustration is beyond words, but my mother held my hand tightly, as if to tell me that there is nothing to be discouraged and continue to fight the disease! I don't believe we can't beat it.
I went to school the next day, and as soon as I stepped into the classroom, my classmates immediately swarmed and asked me if I was better. For many students, this is the first time to witness an epileptic seizure, which also makes them feel scared! I have unspeakable guilt in my heart, but seeing everyone's sincere concern also makes me speechless.
Although epilepsy made my childhood inconvenient for many normal people, it also made me feel a lot of warmth and care around me. Because of epilepsy, I got sick, and because I danced with epilepsy, I saw more beautiful life. Perhaps, this is also a special gift from God!
Special gift composition 7 This year's June 1st is no different from usual. Since a few days ago, the students have planned where to meet and play that afternoon ... Compared with these, they seem to be less expecting the theme group meeting organized by the school. Alas, I think these students only care about interesting things now, but they are indifferent to "meaningful"
This is also a beautiful day. After last night's gale, the high temperature for several days disappeared, leaving only a slightly gloomy sky. After last night's rehearsal, the main venue on the school playground is ready to go. The Chinese characters "Celebrate Children's Day" are hung on the fence, and the colorful flags next to them are fluttering in the wind, echoing the music fountain not far away. The whole campus is full of festive atmosphere.
For students, what they are more looking forward to is the wonderful performance brought by "Beijing Mind Calls for the Disabled Art Troupe" after the award of Campus Star-after all, this is the first time for them to watch, or it is the first time for them to watch the performance of disabled people at school on June 1 day.
Students are not very familiar with the disabled. Although people with disabilities will be seen in their lives, they either play songs and beg in the subway or live with erhu in the underground passage. Today, students feel the will and determination of the disabled for the first time.
Sitting in a wheelchair, she has a charming magnetic voice and won the honor of archery champion for the disabled. In the process of singing, she was full of passion, slipped off the stage slope and infected all the teachers and classmates present with her passion. When you lose your left leg, you only use your right leg to rotate your body, and only use your right leg to support your body to turn up in the air. When you go down the steps, you struggle alone and refuse to be helped to catch up with you and change clothes. I can't hear the sound, and I can complete all the performances of the sign language teacher after quitting the intermission only by memory. With countless hard trainings, I have achieved the amazing stage of "Thousand Hands Guanyin" ...
Throughout the performance, the applause of the students lasted for a long time. Everyone raised their hands above their heads so that the inaudible actors could see that they were clapping for them and paying tribute to them. Everyone applauded with the music and sang songs with unfamiliar actors. Perhaps only in this way can students express their reverence for disabled artists on the stage.
China's left leg is disabled, but it has caused a sensation in the mathematics world with a paper; Zhang Haidi is a paraplegic, but he has more than one million words of literary works. Beethoven was deaf when he was young, but he felt the vibration of the piano with a stick in his mouth and became a music giant. Hawking suffered from muscular dystrophy shortly after studying for his doctorate. Although he could only express his paralysis through computer language synthesis, he still became an expert in quantum cosmology. ...
Like these disabled people, disabled artists on the stage also have firm beliefs. They have their own dreams, their own visions for the future, and their own life plans. They will not give in to their physical disabilities or difficulties. Write your wonderful life with your own sweat as ink; Use your solid footprint as the foundation to pave a broad stage for your future.
This is a special June 1 gift that my classmates and I received. This gift may not be as enjoyable as after playing in the playground. Maybe there is no enjoyment after a full meal; Maybe not as comfortable as after a long sleep. It just tells us a sentence that often rings in our ears, "When God closes a door for you, he also opens a window for you."
Special gift composition 8 Tomorrow is my father's birthday. I want to give my father a present. Send what? A blessing is too monotonous; A bunch of flowers can't express my love for my father; It is necessary to make greeting cards by hand. ...
I must give my father a gift, a special gift. A frown came to my mind: isn't the teacher picky every day? I must write neatly, beautifully and correctly today.
Do as you say. When I came to school, I secretly read the selected content several times, and also wrote a few typos several times. Just as I was about to relax, the teacher came in and our writing officially began. I listen carefully and write honestly. After I finished writing, I made the last check. Give it to the teacher only if it is guaranteed to be foolproof.
No pains, no gains. I brought full marks of blessings and flowers, as well as a greeting card made by myself, and went home to give my father a deep kiss, wishing him good health and all the best!
This birthday present embodies all my love for my father. On the occasion of Father's Day, I also wish all fathers in the world health and happiness!
Special gift composition 9 is here. What should I give my mother? I racked my brains and thought about it, but I still can't figure it out.
In math class, I came in with a stack of papers and said loudly that today we are going to take the evaluation paper of Unit 2. When handing out the test paper, I suddenly thought of what to give my mother. I can give my mother a test paper with full marks! I am excited about this idea of mine. With this in mind, I wrote my name neatly on the test paper and finished the first side. I am super, because I think I got it all right, and I finished the second side with great enthusiasm. But the last question stumped me. I thought about it and finally came up with it. But I was still a little nervous, afraid of making mistakes, and I checked it several times before handing it in. In the next few days, I am eager to hand out the test papers early, but I don't want to hand them out. What should I give my mother if I fail in the exam? I was always scared until that day, when the teacher smiled at me and handed me the test paper. Sure enough. My score is 100. I was ecstatic and the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Today is my mother's birthday, so I will show her the test paper. My mother was so happy that she held me in her arms and praised me again and again. My mother said, this is really a good gift!
Special gift composition 10 Looking forward to, looking forward to, and finally looking forward to a good day for family reunion-New Year's Eve.
That night, many people came to my house, including aunts, uncles, aunts, uncles, grandmothers and grandfathers ... Everyone's faces were filled with festive smiles, and the hall was brightly lit. The beautiful scenery of my hometown is played over and over again on TV, and beautiful and moving songs are heard from time to time, which adds a festive atmosphere to New Year's Eve. "Have a meal!" Mother took off her apron and went over to say hello. The family sat around the big round table, talking and laughing all the time, and of course they didn't forget to bring delicious food to their mouths. After dinner, it is the happiest moment for our children. "Divide the lucky money!" I am like a lucky cat, happily and hurriedly accepting the red envelope floating to me. It's my brother-in-law's turn. He takes out an oversized envelope from his bag. "Wow, it's so big!" My heart is full of joy. "If it's money, at least ..." I happily took the envelope and couldn't wait to open it. "Alas, turned out to be a stack of paper! My brother-in-law is really. " My heart suddenly turned cold. "Joan, don't underestimate it. This paper is well written. You will like it after reading it! " My brother-in-law seems to have read my mind and lost no time in reminding me. I took a quick look and put it on the table.
After dinner, the guests left one after another, and the family was calm again. I'm going to my little room. "Joan, don't forget the gift from my brother-in-law." Dad said as he handed the envelope. I took the envelope, walked into the room and looked at it casually. I wonder if I didn't see it. It looks really delicious at first glance. It turns out that my brother-in-law told me an inspirational story! After a while, I was fascinated. Watching, watching, my heart can not help but be shocked, or deeply moved by their spirit. Zhang Haidi, who is physically disabled and determined, and Beethoven, who dares to fight against fate; Tang Bohu with determination and ambition; Yan Chen, who is brave after knowing shame; Zhou Enlai, who studied for the rise of China ... all these touching stories left a deep impression on me. At this point, I have fallen in love with this special gift. Suddenly, I had an idea: "Why don't my cousins read these inspirational stories?" ?
At the beginning of the first month, I copied several inspirational stories and gave them to my cousin by visiting relatives and friends. I believe they will … this special and precious gift is better than the lucky money!