One sunny morning, my mother and I visited my grandmother's house. On the way, I saw my old uncle picking up plastic bags discarded by others. I rode past him and a stream of air rushed into my nostrils. I thought, "The old man is covered in mud and his hair is unkempt." . So I sped up and left this troublesome place early. Soon, I arrived at my grandmother's house. Grandpa looked at us from ear to ear and was warmly received by grandma. After dinner, my sister and brother played in the street. I accidentally saw him again, so I said to my brother, "Look at him, covered in mud, like a beggar." The younger brother clapped his hands and shouted, "Beggar, beggar". The old uncle seemed to hear us laughing at him and pushed the tricycle slowly away.
Seeing off the bright sunshine and welcoming the afterglow of the sunset, my mother and I also embarked on the road back and forth. I ride a bike fast and slow for a while, which is really comfortable. Suddenly, the sound of "before, before" pulled me out of the ocean of joy. When I got off the bus, I saw a big hole in the tire. It was in the middle of nowhere, where can I find a place to repair the car, and there are still more than ten miles from home. I said, "The car has a flat tire." He went to the car, rubbed it with his big rough hand and said, "This thorn is very sticky." His home was in sight, and then he rode away quickly. The figure of the old uncle gradually disappeared into the night. The roadside was dark and there were no pedestrians on the road. Time goes by. We waited and waited, when suddenly a bell rang. Looking closer, it turned out to be an old uncle. When he came to my side, the old uncle was already panting and sweating. He said he was late for something. He was talking, working and only watching. I was so excited that I said, "Thank you, uncle." My uncle patted me on the head and said, "Son, you don't have to thank me. Anyone who sees such a thing will help you. " I can't forget what my uncle said for a long time. I want to learn from my old uncle, his spirit of helping others and his noble qualities of sacrificing himself for others.
Although a spring and autumn period has passed, a touching scene is still looming in front of my eyes. I can't forget him and that touching scene and the noble quality of helping others.
2. Growth
After all, haste makes waste, and the years carved by time cannot be changed after all. We can only stand on this side of life and look at the past on the other side. Whether it's laughter or tears, success or failure, have you ever seen the cost of growth slip through your fingers?
Colorful childhood, colorful Meng Tong. Childhood dreams are the most interesting. We may roam in the vast interstellar space or swim in the boundless sea. I remember my father and Meng Tong sitting under a tree, watching the starry sky and listening to the wind blowing through the leaves. However, we grew up, because we lost our childhood dreams, and the pressure of study and work sounded the alarm in our dreams. We are suffering for the hardships of the future and confused for the meaning of life. Dreams are no longer full of elegance, but we watch and face reality in dreams, so we grow up in reality.
We used to be so playful, playing games with friends in the grass and doing so-called experiments at home. We are like those lovely green caterpillars, rolling among the branches and leaves, and greedily sucking the fresh juice of childhood when we are tired. But when we grow up, we weave a cocoon for ourselves, and at the same time, facing the choice of life, the strong can break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, with more than just. So we grow up in struggle and struggle.
Comic books used to be our favorite. They always made up one dream after another for us, but when we grow up, comic books can no longer solve our hunger. Gradually, I realized that what we need now is spiritual literary accomplishment. No matter how many of us don't want to, we can't get rid of the fact that we will starve to death without eating! So we grow up in constant learning.
In order to grow up, we have paid too much and forgotten. But a psychological belief makes us firmly believe that we are lilies that have experienced wind and rain, and we can smell the fragrance of our victory in the near future!
3 the feeling of the first day of junior high school
With the passage of time, today we are no longer children playing house on the grass; Today, we are no longer primary school students who read aloud "the bright line at the foot of my bed"; Today, we bid farewell to childhood and move towards youth. With a vision for the future, we came to XXXX and entered the first day of life.
It's been a week since school started, and I have a certain understanding of the new environment. There are also many feelings about life in the first grade.
On the first day, the first feeling is freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, tree-lined; The teacher's lectures are so energetic and fascinating; Students get along so well, so happy; Modern libraries, audio-visual centers, network centers and laboratories make me linger. All this is very different from primary school, but I think it is very fresh and interesting.
On the first day, the second feeling was longing for the future. At the opening ceremony, we excitedly tied our best wishes to balloons and flew them into the blue sky. Everyone's wishes are varied, some want to be musicians and push China's traditional music to the world; Some hope to become journalists, so that all mankind is amazed at the rapid development of China today; Some people want to be writers and let people hear the faint voice in the corner of society ... The ideal can only be realized through action. In the three years of junior high school, lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards the goal step by step.
The first day, a little more emotion will make you nervous. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for study is fierce and there will be some pressure. If you are not careful, your grades will fall behind the team and you can't relax at all. You should always be in a state of learning. We must adapt to this tense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.
On the first day of junior high school, I was both excited, expecting and nervous. But anyway, let's start from bit by bit and integrate into a new life. Let's face the life of senior one with a high-spirited attitude.
When I opened my weekly diary and read a Chinese book, the teacher's words suddenly caught my eye again. The short sentence "Writing is the true expression of one's feelings, and writing is happy" has aroused my strong interest in writing many times.
I still remember that shortly after the second semester of Senior Two started, the Chinese teacher asked us to extract words about Chinese and life in class, saying that we should all learn Chinese well and become Chinese geniuses. What? Is this a joke? If you have any questions, just say it. After class, the teacher gave us the first homework every week on this topic. The composition can still be written like this! That weekend, I devoted myself to writing for the first time and gave my weekly diary to my teacher with confidence. Unexpectedly, my composition was published in the school magazine Xiaohe after the teacher revised it, and I have a new understanding of it since then.
From then on, I began to walk into the small world of this weekly diary. Every night, I always sit at my desk and think quietly under the soft light. The warmth of family, the friendship between classmates, the guidance of teachers, the earnest instruction of parents, the fun of after-school life and the scenery of nature are all displayed in my mind, and I have written them down as one weekly diary after another. It turns out that there are so many beautiful things in life waiting for us to discover and record. I can't help but think of a famous saying that the teacher asked us to extract from Rodin, "Beauty is everywhere. For us, it is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of discovery. "
As a newborn, I am like a naked sun without sunshine. Dressed up in knowledge, the sunshine around me is getting brighter and brighter. It was the teacher who brought me along, the book that lit up my way forward, and Zhou Ji that accompanied me to grow up healthily. Zhou Ji will grow up with me forever, forever, forever. ...
The coach came to train me today! He is only a junior, and he is also a "four-eyed boy"-he wears glasses and looks very knowledgeable, but he is actually engaged in sports! It's amazing! A little beard on the chin, inch! A little chubby, but I can still be a human being!
As soon as he came over, he said, "It's a new semester! I want to practice you well! " Hoo ~ I just felt a cold wind blowing, gee, I have a bad feeling!
First of all, the coach asked me to jump the steps! Gee, it's not that difficult! Suddenly, the coach coldly popped up a few words-1thousand! Wow! No way! What an exaggeration! So I had to start dancing! 1,2,3, 150. Alas ~ "I'm dying" I'm really dying. Gee, I'm about to collapse! It's horrible! Only jumped 500 times in the end!
Then I thought it would be easy, but I didn't expect the coach to "carry" me to the badminton court to rest! And coldly jumped out of a few words-running laps! 30 laps! It sounds easy, but it's hard to do! That lap is nearly 50 meters! I'm almost S. This coach is so inhuman! There is no choice but to run! Almost fell on lap 15! This coach is still upset! Have a rest and then run. ...
Finally finished running! It seems that he hasn't played enough, push-ups, twenty times! Wow, it's nice to do it separately. ...
It's finally over! I rolled and crawled home! I am really tired.
A little thing born around me.
In ordinary life, there are too many trivial things that make people headache, but I am always careless, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring my photo to the monitor, and I was at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my father at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is at the bedside. Send it as soon as you find it. "
However, when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in outside. I thought it was my father. He came running and said I couldn't find it. My hopeful heart hit the abyss like a big stone. I turned my head and left, thinking that you couldn't even find the photo. Without saying anything, dad pulled me up, got on the motorcycle and walked home. When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table had been emptied. My room is a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was at the bedside. Listen, I've looked everywhere. No, you looked for it yourself, or you didn't. Find your own way! " When my father said this, I felt how cruel my father was to me! Even refused to look for photos.
But afterwards I realized that I was wrong!
I came back to school from home in a rage, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I came home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. Open it, it's all my photos. Looking at my busy father, my tears kept flowing downwards. The next morning, my father went to work early and left me and my mother at home. My mother told me that after I went back to school, my father searched for a long time at home, didn't even eat lunch, came back from work and looked for a long time, and finally found a photo in a book. After listening to all this, my tears poured out again, and a warm current poured out of my heart. ...
Father's love is hidden in my heart. My father is an inarticulate person, but I feel his love and selfless love from his silent "language"!
Remember to adopt!