Every time I go home, I always see the yellow land at the door. When you see the yellow land, you will think of the lost life on the loess, which is the life that has ended. In my memory, there used to be an evergreen grapefruit tree here. This pomelo tree is one story high and has lush leaves. Every time it blooms, it is always full of branches, but it just doesn't bear fruit. There are three pomelo trees in the neighbor's house, which are relatively tall and two stories high.

As a result, the grapefruit is full, and you hold me and squeeze me. If you throw a stone, grapefruit will jump in a hurry. It tastes especially sweet. I always hope that my grapefruit tree will bear fruit, even if it is a grapefruit. But when I went to Qiu Lai in spring, flowers blossomed everywhere, but there were no grapefruit. A petal is half the hope of grapefruit fruit. There are flowers everywhere, but they are raining, and there is little hope. At this time, grandparents will buy candy to sweep the flowers. My brother and sister and I swept the ground to find candy, and we also swept the candy we got. The four seasons gave the pomelo trees dense branches, green leaves and white flowers, but also sent away dead leaves and residual flowers, but there was no shadow of pomelo. I often stand under the grapefruit tree and compare my height with it, so that I can climb the tree and look for grapefruit carefully. Maybe grapefruit is covered with green leaves, but I can't outrun it. It is another flower season, and the pomelo tree is covered with white flowers, which is very beautiful.

There was a miracle this year. The pomelo tree is still blooming and scattered all over the floor. As in previous years, the trees are full of flowers, and the pomelo trees are scattered like heavenly daughters. We were sweeping the floor when my brother shouted. We looked at him and saw his mouth open, his eyes wide open and his hands pointing up. We followed and saw a small green ball hanging. We all let out a cry of surprise. It turned out to be grapefruit. We put down the broom and shouted and jumped up. The cool breeze turned cold, and we watched the grapefruit grow day by day, as if the leaves were falling one by one. We changed from short sleeves to long sleeves, grapefruit became as big as a head, and the leaves of pomelo trees were decadent. One day, the last leaf fell and grandpa picked grapefruit. Grapefruit is still green. When we eat, our mouths are sour and our hearts are sour.

The cold wind turned into warm wind and cool wind, and there was not a leaf hanging on the grapefruit tree. Oh, its life is over, and I know that its last fruit is actually the fruit of life.

It was finally dug up. Although it was dug away, its life is still there, although it is over.

The first article about my summer vacation life

First, the chapter of happiness

"Time is like water, and life is like a song." In a blink of an eye, we sent away another tense semester and ushered in another summer vacation.

"I have a holiday from today." As soon as the teacher's voice fell, the students cheered: "It's a holiday! Have a holiday. " What else the teacher said, no one could hear clearly. Everyone is like a flying bird, free from the shackles of books. Squeezed out and ran to the way home.

Out of the classroom, I took a deep breath. I feel like a monochromatic hydrogen balloon. On the day of school, the teacher hugged me tightly. After the holiday, the teacher relaxed the thread in his hand and let me fly to my dream place.

It feels good to have a holiday. I didn't open my sleepy eyes until ten o'clock in the morning. Wear it slowly, don't worry about parents urging you. Savor Wuhan snacks carefully. The cool air from the air conditioner reminds me of my classmates. They must be enjoying the coolness brought by the air conditioner at home like me.

It feels good to have a holiday. I walked past my parents with an idle book on my arm. There are smiles on their faces, and it seems that the idle books that were originally opposed are no longer idle.

It feels good to have a holiday!

Second, the chapter of pain

Good days always seem so short. For me, who will graduate next year, such a good day is even shorter.

In order to make my grades soar in the last year. My mother set me a goal: to seize every day of the holiday.

Mother's life is very difficult. My good days will soon be over. The study tasks every day are actually more full than when I was at school. When to learn English, when to finish homework, when to learn math and when to learn Chinese. The time was carefully arranged by my mother, and there was no time to play. What a nuisance! Like this. What is my happiness in summer vacation?

I can't believe I miss school. Usually at school, there are a few more restrictions, more tired classes and more homework ... but we can find that the friendship between classmates is actually very pure, and the study life is not only regular, but also the intense study life is actually very fulfilling. Now, I can't hear the sweet bell, I can't see the cheerful figure of my classmates, I can only hear my mother's endless nagging and my father's serious face. I have nothing but helplessness and endless troubles.

Third, the chapter of anger

During the summer vacation, the students are like an unrestrained bird, without heavy study burden and intermittent nagging from their mothers. They fly freely in their own space, enjoy themselves by the swimming pool, let glittering and translucent water drops jump around, go to the picturesque East Lake, experience the unique style of group shirts soaked in lake water, walk into the busy supermarket, taste the coolness brought by air conditioning, sit at the computer desk and let the computer keyboard play between their fingers. What about me? Not only was he assigned a suffocating study task. Moreover, it also lost the original status of parents.

Think back to my school days. Every morning, my mother will get up early and bring me a nutritious breakfast specially designed for me. But it's okay now. My stomach is growling, my mother pushes my father, and my father pushes my mother. Finally, I agreed to my unreasonable behavior and stayed at home on holiday, but I didn't let my parents sleep in and have a good rest. Too inconsiderate of the hard work of parents. Finally, I had to go to school hungry until noon, so I saved breakfast.

In the afternoon, I was doing exercises. Dad shouted outside, "Daughter, pour us a glass of water." It turns out that I don't have to worry about affecting my study at home on holiday. Dad invited a group of colleagues to the Great Wall. Great, pour a glass of water, and the answer I just came up with suddenly forgets. Usually you can write four exercises in an afternoon, but now you can only write one in an afternoon. I once complained that I was lonely and bored at home alone. What about now? Busy, but became a waiter.

Everyone looks forward to winter in summer and summer in winter. I look forward to a holiday as soon as I start school, but I want to go to school as soon as I have a holiday. This awareness is particularly strong this summer.

The fourth article

Last summer vacation, I watched TV overtime because I was too bored, and my eyesight dropped by 0.3 from the previous 1.0. "That's terrible! Never look again. " Under my mother's orders, I dare not watch the winter vacation. Finally, my eyesight recovered, and my hanging heart finally fell. This summer vacation, I intend to use my own plan to enrich the summer vacation, pass the boring time, cherish the youth time, and let my timer change from minutes to seconds!

Because I am a person who is bitter first and then sweet, just like taking medicine, others have to eat sugar before drinking Chinese medicine, but I like to drink Chinese medicine before eating sugar. So my plan is to arrange the learning tasks that can be arranged together tightly. Except for playing with Lele on Wednesday, the rest of the time is composition, calligraphy, art, math, English and summer homework. The only time in the middle is of course that I want to exercise! It's great to swim by bike at night. In the morning, I stayed on the sofa and watched Wulin Legend, Happy Planet, Family with Children, Half-life Fate, Royal Idle People, and slept. I have a famous saying that it is good to stay up late and get up late. Besides, I am a pig and can't sleep too much!

More than half of the summer vacation, the harvest is really a lot! I am satisfied with the charging in my study. Self-cultivation and calligraphy learning let me know that there are people outside the world. In mathematics, I previewed the content of the new semester, which made me confident; Through the study of new concept English, I have mastered some oral communication skills. The teacher praised me for my good sense of language, and I became more interested in learning. As for composition, through personal experience, I have more emotional input and richer language.

Hard work has given me the right to sleep violently, and I can devote myself to a new "battle" with energy!

The fifth article

The harvest of summer vacation

The colorful summer vacation life is coming to an end. I had countless interesting things in the summer vacation, and I gained a lot in the summer vacation.

Just a word. I am a junior three student. Teacher Cheng taught us to write with a pen in order to adapt us to the pen in advance. After listening, my heart is as sweet as drinking honey. In the afternoon I pestered my mother to buy me pens and ink. After I bought it, I was busy sucking ink and writing with a pen. I spent the whole afternoon sucking ink and writing. My mother flew into a rage when she came back from work. It turned out that the clothes, face and hands were all covered with ink. Mother said angrily, "Stop fiddling and let Teacher Cheng teach you how to use it!" " "Under the guidance of Teacher Cheng, I quickly mastered how to hold a pen, sit, write and absorb ink. Now, my pen handwriting is excellent!

During the summer vacation, I also gained a lot in composition. In order to adapt me to the transition from junior to middle school, my mother enrolled me in a "composition tutorial class". In the remedial class, the teacher told me, "Writing is not difficult at all. The material is around us to see who pays attention and who observes it carefully. " The teacher takes us to play games and write compositions. We unconsciously learned to write a composition, so a wonderful article was generated in our pen. I think this composition is not difficult at all.