I long for narrative 1 "lies". Where are you? I need you now, just like people in the desert are eager for water drops.
Because my parents divorced, I lived with my grandmother since I was a child. How happy those days were with grandma! We work together during the day and sleep together at night. Pick flowers together in spring, hide and seek under the tree together in summer, enjoy the joy of harvest together in autumn, and sit by the fire and tell jokes together in winter.
However, as I grew older, I had to leave my grandmother to live with my second aunt in order to study. How reluctant I am to leave her old man's house! Before I left, I held my grandmother's leg and sobbed for a long time, unwilling to let go of my hand. Grandma stroked my head and said softly, "I will often come to see you when my farm work is not busy." But this is not the case. Later, my second aunt told me, "I don't want my grandmother to come, mainly because I'm afraid I can't live without her after I see her." At that moment, my whole heart was broken: "Why? Why do you want to talk about this? Can't I always live happily in a' lie'? "
In fact, I know it is impossible, but I am still looking forward to this day. When I have nothing to do, I always like to lie on the window and watch the pedestrians coming and going on that road. How I wish grandma would appear in the crowd at the moment, and how I wish my second aunt could tell me that grandma would come to see me tomorrow. Even if this is a lie, even if this is a tomorrow that can never wait. In this way, I may feel better in my heart.
"Tomorrow", the "tomorrow" I am thinking about, when will you come to my side? It's evening again, alas! "Tomorrow", will you really come tomorrow?
I am eager to narrate II. What I want to say today is that I also want to fly. Parents and teachers think it is nothing more than freedom. You are wrong. If you want to know how to fly, just take a look!
I want to fly to history to see how ancient people lived. I want to fly to the future, just as people in the future seek ways to save the earth. I want to fly into the atmosphere and repair all the damage. ......
The next stop is history. Let me show you around.
Clusters of fragrant chrysanthemums are quietly placed in the yard, beautiful butterflies are dancing among the flowers, and the clear spring of the mountain stream has been flowing through the courtyard gate; Early in the morning, the fog gradually dispersed, and through the meager sunshine, an old man walked into the yard with a hoe and a bamboo basket. "The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back ..." He sang a poem and walked leisurely into the yard ... He is Tao Yuanming. The faint fragrant chrysanthemum is his companion, working in the field and self-sufficient. In my spare time, I will brew a cup of clear spring chrysanthemum tea and savor it. When the farm is busy, I will take advantage of the chrysanthemum pillow and enjoy it. Tao Yuanming really lives a comfortable life, and his body is full of leisure and broadmindedness!
For such a Yangguan, the bottom of his pen still does not show the color of fierce terror, but writes in a lingering and elegant way: "I advise you to make more wine, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west." He glanced at the green willow color outside the window of the Acropolis Guest House, looked at his friend's packed bags, and smiled and raised the hip flask. Have another drink, and you'll never find an old friend who can talk about wine like this outside the sun.
When I climb the ancient city wall, when I touch the decaying column beam, when I lean against the railing and look out into the distance excitedly, there will always be a trace of acidity in my throat, and I will always hear a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
Someone told me that a big fish once lived in Beiming. It became a giant bird, soaring between heaven and earth. The wings of giant birds hang in the sky like clouds. Although ten thousand flies into the sky. The sages have given us a heart that can contain the sky and shaped a vast and magnificent hall for us.
I am eager to narrate the darkness for three days, and everything seems to be falling down, which makes me unable to lift my head. All the people, things and things are constantly impacting my last line of defense, and tears of disgust are quietly shed at this moment.
I don't think there is anything wrong with being short, because it is as small and flexible as a woodchuck; Stand in front of the performance stage when queuing for practice; The first row of seats in the classroom can be seen most clearly; Every time I take a group photo, I appear in the first row of C.
I didn't change my mind until I started training before the volleyball match. "How many times have I told you, this kind of tennis has to jump up and hold, and you can't jump up. What are you doing there? " The volleyball coach's dirty words made me feel at a loss. "He is too short to pad!" That gloating classmate mercilessly mocked me for being 1.5 meters long, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire and made it worse. I can't stop, catch or serve in training. The volleyball coach asked me, "Your parents are not short, and your sister is so tall. How can you be so short? "
So, I feel a little inferior for my short figure: I bow my head to avoid tall classmates; Hosting a program with a female companion taller than me was questioned by the music teacher; Ask me about my grades in front of strangers, and everyone thinks I'm still a student in grade three or four. Whenever this time, my mother will defend me.
I remember one day, when my mother came home, she was exhausted. Let me help her with her napkin. As soon as I saw that there was no paper in the white paper box, I ran to the storage room to get a new pack of napkins. But the napkin is too high. I stood on tiptoe and stretched out my arm, my face flushed, but I couldn't reach it. There was a small bench at my feet, and I stumbled down. My mother had to drag her tired body to help herself. At that moment, tears of remorse flowed out of my eyes, and I rushed into the room, hitting my pillow hard, and vowed to be taller in my heart!
I am very eager to grow taller. One night, I had a dream. In my dream, there was an old man with white hair. He said wrestling would grow taller, so I gave it a try. But when I break my knee and expect to grow taller, it doesn't help. I always feel that I won't grow taller? But my mother always comforted me and said, "You will grow taller, but slower.". Now that they are taller than you, it's time for you to fight back! " "
When the flowers bloom, the grass on the wasteland grows taller, and the bamboo shoots in the field grow taller, even my little boobs are much bigger. When will I grow taller?
I am eager to narrate 4. Desire? Desire. Desire!
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I am eager to read good books.
Studying is hard and tiring, and you have to pay tuition! At that time, I felt that I was forced to study because I was not sensible. I have to carry a heavy schoolbag at school every day, and I have learned nothing at home. I always feel that reading is useless and boring. Now, besides eating and resting, I bury myself in books all day. I don't know when I like it. I think life without it is like a fish out of water. The book, although not easy to read, is very good, and I want to read a good book now.
Second, I am eager to surprise my parents.
From the moment I entered middle school, my grades were not as good as others. It always makes me feel a little ashamed to see others holding excellent report cards. I paid the same tuition, studied in the same classroom and taught by the same teacher, but I got that result in the exam. God will not pity one of my "troubles". Seeing the happy smile of success in the first year, I really want to taste the first year like them. I hope to be the first in the exam one year, as I wish. Give mom and dad a surprise that they have never had before.
I am eager to be admitted to a good university.
When I was a child, I always heard people say college. I know that going to college is the dream of all scholars, but it is not easy. When studying, adults often say that if you study well, you will be admitted to the university in the future. How glorious your face is! After listening to their words, I always thought I would, but my father would say, I'm afraid I don't have any reading materials. I am often unhappy with what my father said. Dad has no confidence in us. Every time I think of my father's words, I will study hard and realize my wishes.
Desire? Desire. Desire! I will go all out to achieve everything I desire.
I am eager to fly-this has always been my dream, but I am isolated by pain. I want to fly freely, but I am bound by the pressure of life. How I want to fly carefree!
In the sky, white clouds are calling me, and the blue sky is waiting for me, but I am confused about my achievements and future. In the storm, they beat my delicate wings mercilessly with lightning. I-I can't breathe, but I can't struggle, because my wings have been unable to incite, and I can only silently shed unknown tears!
I like to fantasize about getting rid of the cage, playing with white clouds, racing against the blue sky, fighting against dragonflies and fish ... but the reality is always cruel. When I woke up, the pain was really indescribable. I'm still in that cage, reading and doing my homework ... I'm restricted in my freedom and I'll never get out. I suddenly realized: I want to fly and chase a blue sky that belongs to me; I want to fly and let birds from all over the world dance with me. ......
I am a bird eager to fly. I hope to fly over that mountain and feel its cold and majesty. I hope to fly over the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and feel its suffocating happiness; I hope to fly over the noisy city and feel its unparalleled excitement and freedom; I hope ....
I am a bird eager to fly. I believe my happiness will come back. I have always believed that one day, I will have a blue sky of my own, without the nagging of adults, the control of teachers, and the disputes between peers ... only happiness, freedom, dreams, friendliness and happiness ... I am a bird eager to fly, and I want to fly! ! !
I am eager to narrate 6. There is always a deep expectation in my heart, whether it is cold or hot, flowers bloom or fall. It's always hard to give up. It is hard to resist the inner warmth in the cold, and I will never forget that clear memory for a long time. Time is like a song, joy floats by, and I am eager to grow up.
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There are always many beautiful dreams in childhood stories, but my father is the sunshine in my life, and I grow up happily under the sunshine. Whenever the sunset shines, I can always see the crimson hope.
I used to fight for my dream and win my father's comfort. However, that time I failed and fell into the abyss. That time, my father saw the note and his tears were wet. He just hung his head and smoked homemade cigarettes again and again, without any blame, but I was doubly sad. My father has only bloodshot eyes. I lost sleep that time. In the morning, a pair of rough hands woke me up. Father said, "Don't be sad, son. We'll take the exam next time. You just have to work hard! " "I asked," Dad, why don't you scold me? " Father said, "What's the use of scolding you? You are so old, don't you know the kindness of your family? ".Can I scold you all my life? "Father say that finish, my in the mind more uneasy and desire, yes! My father is like the afterglow of the sunset, shining silently on me and supporting this poor family.
After my father left, I watched the back of his walk. I am eager to grow up. I know my father loves me, too, but sometimes he doesn't want to express it. In fact, what is buried in his heart is the growth of children. "Dad is a sail and mom is a boat." Only with sails can the ship move forward.
Occasionally, a classmate asked me, "Do you choose grass or big trees?" After thinking a little, I blurted out "grass", but she didn't agree. She said: "After the grass is trampled, it can only shed tears silently. Can't attract the sympathy of others, the tree is high above and will always be cared for. " But I don't think so. I believe what my father said: "Since Grass has chosen her own journey, she will be strong enough to complete her understanding. She doesn't need sympathy and pity from others. She will stick to her understanding and pursue her dreams. She is eager to grow up. "
I finally understand my father's good intentions, who is the bloodshot in his sunken eyes, and how did his arched back come from. Father is as simple as that. He contains the warmth of the sun and the breath of the vast mountains and forests. He doesn't need to polish or render, but he is silently generated, quietly flowing and deeply precipitated. ......
Bitterness and reluctance in memory, nostalgia in memory. There are always some unforgettable things in my heart, such as rough hands and wrinkled faces in my memory. Wild geese fly south, spring comes to winter; Glacier melting, willow spinning, I pursue my dreams, I am eager to grow up!
I long for narrative 7. The photos of the class competition group are on the wall. Everyone is smiling, but I look helplessly at the little stars belonging to other groups, which seem to shine again and again in my heart. They are like a mirage, pulling my envious and eager heart again and again.
When another week has passed, the teams that won the first place and the second place will take photos of victory on the podium, and next week they will win another shining little star in their team honor. I can only watch the leaders of the two groups smile and lose themselves silently and painfully.
I long for a little star, even if it only stays here for a few days. At this time, the opportunity finally came. Looking at the situation that seven groups won the second place on the blackboard, I kept saying in my heart: we may be the second! Little star! Perhaps, only you can feel that kind of mood.
But I was wrong again. I did expect the third group to rush up, but I didn't expect it to exceed that scale. When I was still pestering the grading team leader to ask for five points and ten points, when I was still crying angrily because I didn't just add five points, that group of people probably had already rushed up. Even if I add more than 20 points, I'm afraid it's not enough Finally, when the teacher read out the first group and the second group, my inner defense line collapsed again-sure enough, I still couldn't get the second group.
Looking at the indifference of the players, I often think: Why must there be a little star? You are the only brave person? In the end, all the efforts are still stuck in the third, fourth and seventh scores? But is it so difficult to have a little star? !
But I made up my mind. I'm trying to get a little star. I try my best to get extra points, even by challenging things that I have never been active before. I will never be discouraged again, because I hope that in a few weeks, there will be seven groups of shining stars in the group honor!
I looked at the eight groups over and over again, but my feelings changed a lot, no longer depressed, no longer lost, no longer envious. I finally understand: if you want it, you must strive for it, get ready and set sail! Work hard and fight for our little star! !
I am eager for narrative 8, because the seed is eager for the coronation of sunshine and rain, and it must push the rock with a little effort; Because the butterfly is eager to follow the flowers, it must break away from the steel pupa shell with its feathered wings; Because I am eager to succeed, I want to be stronger!
Nine times out of ten, you can tell someone something unpleasant. Fang Yue, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, can be said to have expressed my deep affection for dust.
In the face of the sharp decline in grade rankings, it has already fallen into hell. Success is getting farther and farther away from me.
Stacks of test papers covered with red marks passed by me coldly, but left traces of heartache. The teacher's sigh with a clear meaning has also become a sharp knife quietly sharpened behind me. When I go down, I cut it off.
I really can't get it back? It's like a person trapped in a quagmire, struggling to the end. Some people say that I don't deserve success, and some people laugh at my overreaching, hoping to overthrow the greatness of Mount Tai with the power of a feather.
Pretend to work hard, write a strong back under the pen tip, but vent your inner pain. Such as locusts crossing the border, sweeping away the only shaky confidence in my heart.
That day, I walked home with my heart hanging. The helplessness and loss in my heart also bowed to the frustration of this world, and the stones at my feet also learned to ridicule.
Hey, aren't you happy? A man's voice came from behind.
When I turned around, it was her. In the face of her question, I just silently bowed my head and didn't respond.
Don't you want to succeed? She said
If you are eager to succeed, why don't you get stronger?
Yes, I am eager for success, too!
Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers. With the passage of history, this famous saying still stands in people's hearts. Why is this not what I want?
Because I am eager to succeed, I must be stronger!
Even if success lies in soaring into the sky, even if I keep the irony of the sun, even if I want to be thrown out by the hail, I will make a ladder to pick it down. Even if success lies in the depths of the desert, even if the wind and sand around me divide my flesh and blood, even if the beasts of the night graze my bones and muscles, I will try my best to find it out!
So, I tried. I forced myself to move forward. I listened carefully to the class and worked hard to solve the problems. I am eager for success, so I exchanged my sweat and tears; I am eager to succeed, so I will fight with my strength.
Eager for success, I want to be stronger!
Break the illusory mirror and face the suffering bravely. The monthly exam results came out, and I managed to squeeze into the top 200. The mocking voice disappeared, and the teacher's sigh turned into encouragement and praise. Everything, how fast it changes.
I am determined to tear this unpleasant haze with the power of seeds; I am determined to shake the towering Mount Tai for me with the power of a feather.
Let me inject the blood of strength, like a butterfly with broken pupa, and draw the nerves of the whole body to flap these wings to welcome the successful flowers.
I want to be stronger, because I am eager to succeed!
I am eager to narrate 9. You said we were the best twins, but now we are strangers. My good sister, how can I find you again? Who will save my lost bird?
When we were young, we were like two sticky beans. No one has abandoned anyone, and our feelings remain the same. Even people who know our relationship call us "sisters". In fact, we are not relatives at all, just neighbors. But we are inseparable.
I remember once, when we were only seven or eight years old, two naive girls went to the seaside to ride bicycles together. At that time, what we liked best was blowing the sea breeze, riding a bicycle like a bird and "flying" on the path! On that slope, because the road was too steep, the lock on my bike was broken, but I suddenly braked on the road, and with a bang, my bike fell, and we also fell, and my hands and knees shed dazzling blood-that was the lesson of blood.
Now, we are like two bridges. I am a wooden bridge and you are a viaduct. It seems that we can never find the intersection. This ending is not what I want. Why give up a long-term relationship?
I remember the day when I owned you, but on this day I lost you forever!
I passed by your house after school at night, so I got off without hesitation. I told my cyclist to go home first. You said cheerfully, "I don't have to go to school anymore." I was shocked. I said, "Stop joking, this joke is so cold! It' s almost cold to my heart! " You said seriously, "I didn't! It's true! " I'm at a loss. I thought Aidit would say, "No, no, no kidding!" I stayed for a while, then got on the bus and rode home, almost hitting the cute dog. So, the grandmother next to me advised me to ride slowly. Finally, I got off the bus, pushed my gray bike, looked at the gray sky, looked up and stared at the faded moon! At this point, my hot tears swirled in my eyes, and only for a moment, it rolled into my heart and burned my heart! At this moment, the sun, the moon and the stars are speechless, but their hearts are boiling!
When my parents found out, they ordered me not to have anything to do with you in the future. Under the language offensive of my parents, I had to give in, but my heart was full of disappointment.
I used to be a' good sister'. How can I get you back? Even if I really want you back, so what? Will you be the same again? Maybe from the moment you quit school, we were destined to be sisters, weren't we?
Once upon a time, you looked for me many times, and I politely refused! I just don't forget to say to you every time: "Come on, Ying."
I am eager to find you again-my good sister, but that is out of reach, forgive me!