On the first day of the first year, 1 I heard the first cicada, which was the day before my birthday. The chirp is silky smooth and clear, which indicates that the hottest day of summer is coming. However, I still like the chirp mixed with wisps of fragrance. It is a new neighbor on the tall magnolia tree.
When I was a child, I often saw cicada slough, golden yellow and engraved with folded feather-like patterns. Show it to my mother. My mother said it was cicada slough, and my father told me it was also a medicinal material.
Occasionally, my brother caught a cicada and gave it to me, so he put it in a matchbox and took it with him all day, listening to it. If it doesn't bark, he takes it out and gently presses its abdomen, and it will bark again. But I often wake up. It has been lying motionless and dead. I had to throw it away reluctantly.
Looking back now, cicada has always been my friend in summer. Sometimes, a person is locked in a room and prone on the window to listen to cicadas. I envy cicadas that they have a pair of wings and can fly to very high trees. Cicada's wings are thin and transparent, and the veins on them are like veins. It's really amazing that two pieces can support the cicada's heavy body.
Besides cicadas and scarabs, they were also my favorite toys when I was a child. Several old trees in the yard are rich in scarabs, although their branches and leaves are sparse. Maybe scarabs like to eat the sap of trees. At that time, my friend taught me to identify scarabs. The Monkey King is the least flightless, the thinnest and the most dexterous, and his color is green. Fat, flying fast, golden yellow is pig eight quit. He can't fly at all. The golden one is Tang Priest, and the humble one is Friar Sand. I caught four or five scarabs in the tree, put them on with sewing thread, and then let them fly together, fly far away and drag them back. I had a good time alone. Unfortunately, I can't find a small partner to compete.
There are many fireflies on the loofah flowers in the yard. They eat leaves with hollow patterns. When I was a child, I always caught fireflies in the sunset. It's a pity that fireflies don't always shine. Sometimes they catch it for a long time, but they can't catch one that can shine. So, after dinner, it was dark, and glowing fireflies flew out with lanterns. At this time, they were caught one by one, and fireflies flew over the wall in paper lanterns. Compared with fluorescent lamps, the cold light is naturally too dim, so they stay outside all night and are often bitten by mosquitoes.
Listen, know and call, know and know. Close your eyes and go back to your lonely childhood.
Touching is a drop in the ocean, and it is a shock to people's hearts. On May 12, 20xx, the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan made us really interpret the word "moved".
After the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan, rescuers found a woman under a pile of ruins. The man's action is very strange: his feet are kneeling on the ground and he leans forward, which is a bit like kneeling to the ancients. Rescuers groped for something under her. Suddenly, the captain shouted: "Come on, there is someone alive here, a child born for three or four months!" " "From the captain's words, we can know how great the rescuers are-they don't want anyone who is still breathing to go! At this time, others quickly cleaned up the ruins around the woman and took out the baby that the captain had just said from under the woman. The baby slept soundly and warmed the hearts of the people present. The doctor was about to examine the child, when suddenly a mobile phone fell out of his quilt, and there was a message on it: Baby, if you are still alive, remember that mom loves you. Everyone present cried, including the doctor who was used to watching Where are you going.
Although the earthquake took many lives, it also showed us the beautiful quality of mutual assistance between people!
Last night, a rain in Mao Mao inadvertently woke me up from this dawn dream.
Open the curtain, the wind seems to have just been awakened by the rain, rubbing his hazy eyes. Mixed with humid air, it looks particularly fresh and comfortably blows the cheerful wind chimes on the windowsill.
There should be no melancholy on such a day. Even if the fog in the morning covers the street view in front of me, I can't see clearly what the city looks like after the rain.
I can imagine what it will be like to watch the fog in this season, or to walk alone in the rain with an umbrella, and how comfortable it will be!
Finally, the rain can't wait. Before I set off, it chose to stop.
Even so, we still have to go out for a walk, without making any preparations, carrying backpacks, taking only one heart and taking a road to find the poems written when the spring rain came last night.
On the way after the spring rain, there was no restlessness in the past, and a little more outing to escape boring people. They are talking and laughing, but their excitement and noise are their eternal loneliness, while my loneliness belongs to my eternal peace. ...
The sun at nine o'clock has just experienced the baptism of spring rain, and it looks lively and powerful, emitting a gentle and cool light. On the distant mountain, it has planted a meadow. Dew stood proudly on the top of the grass, as if to show off-look, I have stood on the giant's head!
Only a few unknown young trees stood quietly in the same place, and they chose to ignore the hubris of dew. At this time, branches and buds have poked their heads out of the green leaves, and they seem to be full of curiosity about this strange world. Maybe they are afraid to wake the sleeping birds, and the gentle breeze is blowing gently. They looked through every leaf carefully, perhaps looking for the poem they left on the back of the leaf last year. Although the poems that have been written are nowhere to be found year after year, they still open every leaf as always and continue to write new speeches seriously this spring.
Finally, the bird was awakened. It flew out of the nest and jumped up and down among the scattered branches. Looking at its persistent eyes, are you also looking for the music recorded on the back of the leaves last year?
For me, I don't need to look for poetry anymore. The spring rain last night has washed them. At this moment, the most extravagant thing is to lie on this lawn and look at the clouds floating overhead comfortably. Then close your eyes and rewrite a spring poem in your dream.
On the way of life, we have heard many famous sayings, some of which were told by teachers and some of which were read in books. These famous sayings have influenced us more or less, and the one that has the deepest influence on me was told to me by my Chinese teacher in the third grade.
At that time, I was only eight years old, just in the third grade, and just entered the small door in the center of Dongyue Temple. Everything here is strange to me. I am timid, unwilling to communicate with my classmates or ask questions to my teacher, which makes my average grade drop until I rank in the bottom ten in my class. In this case, I met a teacher that I will never forget-Miss Li.
Miss Li graduated from Hunan Normal University and was later assigned to this place. After a while, the teacher found my abnormality, and then my grades dropped. Miss Li talked to me several times. I was afraid to say a word because I was timid, but Miss Li didn't give up. He often asks me to answer questions in class and ask my classmates with good grades to help, but my grades have never improved. I sometimes think that he helps me review my lessons in order to occupy my time, and I often curse him in my heart. It was not until later that I realized that everything Miss Li did was for me.
On this day, Miss Li called me to the office again and said to me earnestly, "If you compare learning to a mountain, then you are at the foot of the mountain now. The teacher doesn't ask you to reach the top of the mountain at once, but you can't just stay at the foot of the mountain. You should take your first step bravely so that you can reach the peak of your study. " Be worthy of your parents and teachers who have trained you for many years. "
When I walked out of the office, tears flowed out unconsciously.
From then on, I got rid of the habit of not asking teachers and classmates, listened carefully in class and answered questions actively. It only took me two months to progress from the tenth from the bottom of my class to the fifteenth.
If it weren't for Mr. Li, I would still be like a lost lamb, unable to find my way.
Since junior high school, many people have said that youth should be wasted. I have a different idea.
How much youth can a person have in his life? This is the only one. If you splurge, it's gone. Don't let it be like childhood, you won't regret it until it is completely lost. I can't get it back if I want to.
And in this youth that belongs to us, we will usher in the senior high school entrance examination. Can we continue to splurge in such a tense atmosphere? The answer is naturally no, I think every adolescent boy or girl may want to play crazy in adolescence, but the realistic conditions do not allow it, because you are a student.
If you miss it, it will affect your high school and your university. Not to say that only a good junior high school can get into a good high school, and a good high school can get into a good university? At this age, it's time to play. Why not waste your youth? But we are facing the senior high school entrance examination, even the college entrance examination. Learning is our primary goal at present, isn't it?
After spending my youth, I feel that this word has been far away from me. When I first entered junior high school, I faded from my childhood and gradually matured. I had a lot of expectations for junior high school, but I didn't expect the junior high school classroom to be so tense. Going to school and studying became my primary task.
Why don't I want to spend a lot of time wasting my youth? But how dare we at this stage?
I still have childish laughter in my mind, but I am actually a junior high school student. Elementary school slipped away in just six years. I miss the teacher's criticism because I have benefited a lot. I miss the reminders from my classmates, because I will benefit for life. May we always remember that we were innocent then. Thank you, years have taken away our immaturity and given us maturity. Let's work hard, Do not forget your initiative mind, and hand in a satisfactory answer for the six years we lost.
The long journey of six years, is it just the phrase' Hello, classmates' when we meet next time? Do you remember those years when we swore never to give up under the big tree? Do you still remember the oath made by the swing, saying that you will be my best friend in my life and you will never leave me? There are our memories in that shabby classroom, where we devoted ourselves wholeheartedly to the work of the branch secretary, accompanied by books every day, shouting the dry slogan of' study hard and make progress every day'. It is because of our sweat that we have created a miracle. We sweated on the playground together and ran and played on the grass. You said, "Leave our footprints here". The classroom is the same, nothing has changed. Do you remember the signatures on those two tables? Let's write it down one by one. And the old blackboard, the ancient strokes, all wrote the myths we wrote for us. The teacher's education is still so profound, but the years have left her with wrinkles that we painted on her. The teacher's question is still so clear, and the teacher's smiling face is still so familiar. Now that we are junior high school students, we won't be so naive as before, at least we won't scribble on our homework, we won't sleep on our desks, and we won't tell jokes with your deskmate in class. Do you remember the original oath? Every square meter of space here records our six years of dribs and drabs, bearing our unforgettable youth. We are here to write our own music for youth and draw our own font size for him. Let's say helly to the future, pursue the pace of youth, and our dreams will sprout day by day; Grow up. Everything here, how are you? Next time we meet, we will be as familiar as we are now. Fortunately, memory can clearly describe your appearance, and all your changes are telling me to work hard. Let me always remember these six years and remember you; Remember everything here. We will never say goodbye.
I am a native of Anyang, and I have an indissoluble bond with the old city wall. Every time I see the scarred old wall, it always reminds me of my childhood.
I grew up near the ancient city wall in my hometown, which is my favorite place to play. Countless times, with carefree joy, I climbed the city wall in one breath and looked around. The scenery of Yecheng was unobstructed, with blue sky and white clouds and blue bricks and gray tiles, which made me relaxed and happy. Playing hide-and-seek here, singing children's songs, playing crickets and water ants ... the old city wall witnessed it!
Time flies, I moved, and my apartment of less than 80 square meters near the old city has also been transferred, so the opportunity to play on the wall of the old city has dropped sharply! In the year of grandma's death, on the way, I finally saw my old city wall with the charm of the ancient city! Climbing up the familiar city wall, I suddenly found that the ancient city was radiant: high-rise buildings are row upon row, roads extend in all directions, trees are lush, traffic is busy, fashion is modern! Look at the old wall. It's very different from mine. After years of wind and rain baptism, the old wall has become so vicissitudes, just like a kind and kind old man, is dying. Only the wall full of it has added infinite vitality to him! Only Wenfeng Tower not far away watches and cares for each other!
I feel a little sad when I gently touch the weathered ancient wall with my hand. Time waits for no one, I have grown from a little babble to a slim girl; However, the wall of the old city has changed from brand-new when it was renovated to mottled potholes today. Looking at it, I have an impulse to preserve it, so that the old wall and I will be as good as before!
The walls of the old city are really different. After so many ups and downs, he became more "mature"; But the old city wall is still the same! In him, there are too many memories of my childhood, which will never be forgotten in my heart! The clearest memories of my childhood are all around him. He brought me the most when I was a child. Even if my hair is gray, I won't forget him!
Oh, my childhood, the memory of the old city wall, I cherish everything about him and myself in my heart. ...
On July 20 15 10, I left my alma mater Yunfeng Primary School as a graduate. When I stepped out of school, my mind was full of dribs and drabs with my teachers and classmates, and my heart was full of bitterness and disappointment. I thought six long years were so short!
I still remember that on September 1 2009, I came to Yunfeng Primary School with excitement and tension. I met my first Chinese and math teacher in primary school. I thought there would be three classes of joint exams. In less than two hours, I signed up to go home. Primary school students' sense of responsibility and mission made me go home and take out kindergarten books to look around and enter the learning state, but children are rarely single-minded. Soon I put down my book and watched cartoons, that's all. Although six years have passed, I have never forgotten these things.
The fun of going to school-strong self-esteem.
I became the teacher's pet as soon as I went to school. That is, Luo Qing and I "govern together", and I am just a vice monitor, and the monitor is still my deskmate-Li Yannian. None of this matters. The important thing is that I have developed a sense of superiority since I was a child. The teacher never hits me, so I have a strong self-esteem. I remember once in the first grade, when I was writing my homework, I was asked to write the order of "less". I didn't write it correctly because I didn't remember it carefully. Then my Chinese teacher, Mr Han Jing, gave me a lesson. In fact, this lesson is not too painful, nor too painful, but my self-esteem has been hit by my teacher. Another time, when I was in fifth grade, I failed the exam. He Laoshi criticized me a few words, and I didn't raise my hand to speak in a class, so I just sulked there.
Naughty and playful
Speaking of being naughty and playful, I really don't look like a girl. I still remember that in the fifth grade, Teacher Cao Xixin taught us math, and everyone didn't like him. Once he went to the office to attend a class and didn't come back for a long time, so everyone deserted. Seeing Chen Linping playing with double-sided tape, I thought, Hee hee, I can stick it on Mr. Cao's chair with double-sided tape! It turns out that double-sided tape is non-sticky, and Chen Linping is a famous cheapskate, but God bless, Han Peng has glue! So I put glue on the newspaper where Mr. Cao put the stool, and sure enough, Mr. Cao was stuck! After eating some sweets, I decided to continue acting, but the teacher Cao found out, alas! This is just one of them. I'll tell you something else when I'm free! Speaking of naughty, let's talk about naughty! I remember when I was in the fourth grade, we didn't have much pressure. Every day after dinner, we will have a rest time for us to play crazily. One day, He Laoshi asked me to tell everyone to practice after dinner every day, so that we could play, because the exam was coming soon and we had a good time. As a result, I forgot about it after dinner, but I had a good time. As a result, I remembered this thing under the teacher's criticism when I was studying by myself last night. Alas!
Have a sense of collective honor
I have a strong sense of teamwork and naturally have a special sense of collective honor. I still remember the fourth grade winter sports meeting, when I was a judge of the broadcast gymnastics competition. I am afraid that we will lose, so I rank the grade of Grade Five as the second from the bottom, because I want to get rid of a highest score and a lowest score. As a result, the teacher finally criticized me, but our class ranked second, second only to the sixth grade. Haha, although criticized by the teacher, it is actually.
In this way, I spent my childhood and my primary school days. In the past six years, I am also looking forward to leaving this primary school early. But now, when I really want to be separated in harmony, I find that everything in my alma mater looks so beautiful! In the past six years, there have been joys and sorrows, flowers and fruits. I have failed, I have succeeded, I have been sharp-edged, and I have never been disappointed. In this small school, it changed my life. Here, I want to thank all the teachers who have taught me in the past six years. You gave me knowledge and taught me to be a man. Thanks again! I also want to thank my classmates, who made me gain friendship. May our friendship last forever!
Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, class!
School: Grade 6 of Yunfeng Primary School, Cangxi County, Guangyuan City, Sichuan Province
Author: Gu
Instructor: He Xiaoqing
Day 1: Gu