My new partner has entered junior high school, and everything is strange to me. Strange environment, strange classmates, strange teachers? Only the bright smiling face makes me feel warm.
She finished primary school in Li Hong for six years and is an old student on campus. When I met her, it was just a >: After the military training, we met by chance and went home for dinner together. We talked along the way, and it was more speculative. Slowly, our relationship was just right, and finally we became inseparable friends.
Her eyes are big and intense, and her eyebrows are distinctive, curved and thin, like curved willow leaves, with a high ponytail and full of vitality. She reads widely, gets excellent grades, and writes very good compositions. Every article
The right is the blog post of Class 7 (1), so a transparent "glass bridge" was built on the bridge of the nose early. She doesn't like to laugh at ordinary times, and sometimes she frowns and pouts, not to mention not knowing her classmates. Even her classmates who have been in primary school for six years often say that she is serious.
She is eloquent. The class teacher asked her to chair the class meeting for the first time. Hosting for the first time will inevitably lead to some nervousness and mistakes! Who knows, this class meeting was actually presided over by her. I admire and admire her endless speech and impromptu performance.
She likes playing badminton with me best. She plays badminton not only skillfully, but also skillfully. For example, if I hit a high ball, she would return a low ball to me, which caught me off guard; I hit a long ball, and she gave me a close ball, which made me laugh and cry; I hit another close ball, but she returned a far ball to me, which made me very helpless.
Now you know who she is! She is our monitor-Jia Bessie!
The story in the rain, like dew, is more lively and simple than dew, which is rain. Open the window, the smell of a shower, perhaps the smell of soil. Close your eyes and listen to the pouring rain, feeling anxious, but the lawn, flowers and green trees are quieter and fresher than before. Yes! Silent, it moistens everything.
Back to my room, I practiced Bandari's Childhood Memories by myself, and my soul returned to childhood through time and space. Everything in front of us seems to be in front of us, but it is hard to reach, and some are just silent memories. I have forgotten most of my childhood, but I still remember a few things in the rain. Imagination should only be 2 or 3 years old, still in the stroller, the sky is secretly crying. My mother pushed me along the street by the river. I can't remember exactly what I did. I just remember sitting happily and looking back at my beautiful young mother. Her bangs were scattered by the rain. I smiled, and she began to smile at me for a long time.
That's the real feeling of the world in the rain. When I was a little older and still very naive, I moved to the community where I live now. Many children in a busy family like my family always sneak out on rainy days, holding their favorite umbrellas one by one and running and screaming. One of the games we play most often is the "singing contest". Choose two people as judges, and several other rocks, scissors and cloth to decide the singing skills in the order of winning. I never want to be a judge or a post-singer, because my voice dares to challenge larks. Our "stage" is a manhole cover on the lawn, of course it will get wet, so the rest of us always hold umbrellas for it. I remember that I often sang "I am a small stone, lying quietly in the mud", which moved me very much.
Of course, others also "compete" with their favorite songs. However, no matter how happy we are, we are inevitably taken home by our parents who come back, but the problem of rainy days cannot be changed. It was an innocent childhood in the rain. Entering junior high school, in the real flower season, I began to alienate the rain. I am afraid of the darkness before the rain, the cold in the rain, the loneliness of a person when it rains, and the heartache of my beloved flowers being knocked down by the rain. But after the baptism of time, I found that I still love the rain and love the inspiration it gave me. The darkness before the rain makes people look at the rainbow after the rain with joy; The cold in the rain makes people feel warm and sunny deeply; A person's loneliness is to make her cherish the embassy she once met. Those flowers after the rain were washed dirty and fresh; Maybe it's just that they are too fragile. This kind of flower will fall quietly even if there is no wind and rain. Rain simply ended those hopeless and struggling lives, and those flowers that have gone through hardships are believed to be stronger and stronger.
This is a speech about life in the rain.
This is a story in the rain, a tearful smile when remembering, and a calm thought in the waves.
Dad's little teacher is sunny today, and I got up early. Brush your teeth, wash your face, and then come to dad's bedroom. After several loud noises, my father got up and shouted, "Earthquake, run!" " "After that, he hid under the table at the speed of Liu Xiang's 100-meter sprint, and it took a long time to recover ...
Start making breakfast. Today, the chef-mom is not at home, and dad will be "bitter". I saw my father clumsily pick up a shovel and a big duck egg, and knocked on the table several times without breaking it. I couldn't bear to see my father suffer again, so I lent a helping hand and took the duck eggs. He took a duck egg in his right hand and knocked on the corner of the table. With a bang, a crack appeared on the duck egg. I pulled it gently with my hand, and the duck egg was torn in half by me, and my father looked amazed. I added some water to the eggs, brought a pair of chopsticks, and swung them back and forth skillfully. After the egg white and yolk were mixed, I quickly put the fire on the bottom of the pot and poured some oil into it. When the oil is hot, pour the beaten eggs into the pot. When it is half cooked, divide it into many parts with a shovel and shovel it out for use.
I bought some more oil in the pot. Take this time to catch a lot of leeks and wash them in the pool. Dad was there to help me. Seeing the oil getting hotter and hotter, I poured the leek into the pot with lightning speed. Suddenly, there was a "scratching" sound in the kitchen, and my father clapped his hands and applauded: "Good boy, well, have you learned your mother's tricks?" When the leek is half cooked, I pour the eggs in, add salt monosodium glutamate, and my best side dish-scrambled eggs with leek is freshly baked!
As a modern person, there is a famous saying "Have a good breakfast!" How to make a dish nutritious enough? After that, I took out the potatoes and prepared to make "shredded potatoes with green peppers". I peeled the potatoes, washed them and put them on the knife board. Slice first, then shred. A few times, the poor little potato was chopped by me. I put shredded potatoes (in fact, my knife is bad, so I cut them into chips, haha) in a hot oil pan, and when they are half cooked, I put a piece of green pepper in and stir fry. With the sound of "sizzling, sizzling", the fragrance of the dishes floated over. Dad rubbed his hands and pretended that his mouth was dripping. I said contemptuously to him, "Idiot! The seasoning has not been put yet! "
When my masterpiece was put on the table, I proudly said to my father, "What's the matter? Is my craft good? " Dad patted me on the shoulder and said happily, "Son, you are really something. I want to learn from you! " " .