My parents have been with us since birth, and they have been with us through the difficulties in life and school.
I remember when I was very young, I was scalded by burning hot water. This is my worst time so far. My whole back was burnt. At that time, I was still young I cried all the time when I went to the hospital The doctor operated on me, bandaged me and put me in the hospital. My mother stayed with me in the hospital all day. At night, I always cry when I wake up. My sleeping mother was awakened by my loud crying, and another patient in the ward was awakened, so my mother had to say "I'm sorry" shyly. The patient shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, son. It's normal to cry, not to mention being burned." Mom had to hold me at this moment. That's it. Mom's life seems to have changed. On Saturday. On Sunday, my father will come to accompany me and let my mother go back to rest, but unlike my mother, my father will hug me whenever I cry. Instead, he told me that when I was young, boys should not cry all the time. About half a month later, the patient left, leaving me alone. So I won't disturb others' rest because I don't film. So another week passed, and I was discharged from the hospital. When I got home, my mother cooked a lot of dishes, but I didn't eat them. I still cry at night, but after all, I am at home and I don't know why I fell asleep.
I don't remember how long it was, but I seem to be fine. After listening to my mother's words, there is no scar.
10 years old, got chicken pox. My parents accompanied me to eat Chinese cabbage for a month. Because of chicken pox, I can't eat a lot of things, but when I get better, buy me meat to eat. My parents also eat meat, so they won't be short of nutrition. At that time, my parents could buy their own meat, but because of me, they accompanied me to eat Chinese cabbage for a month.
Only parents will accompany you through everything and tide you over the difficulties. Go with you when you are sick.
There are often many hardships in life, but just remember that after the hardships, it is often the joy of success.
Once, we went to do social practice activities, and many people refused to answer the interview, which made the three of us depressed as if there was no hope. However, we persisted. Although I only got a little harvest every time I went, I went for four weekends in a row. If we sum up the small gains every time, we will have a lot, which gives us more confidence. When I handed it over to the teacher, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
A few weeks later, the teacher said that our work won the prize, and all three of us were very excited. This is the result of our efforts. Through this incident, I understand that everything has two sides. When you are depressed, there are two ways, one is to insist and the other is to give up. It's up to you. If you choose to stick to it, your future life will be bright. If you choose to give up, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Because you can give up this time, you can give up the second time, the third time or even more. Therefore, no matter how difficult you encounter, don't give up when you come up for the first time. You must work hard first. Even if you don't succeed in the end, you can say to yourself with a clear conscience: I tried.
I have encountered many hardships, although they are all small things, but these small things have honed my will.
Once, my car broke down at school, but it was too late after school and the repairman had left. I have no choice but to postpone it. I tried to call my parents several times, but what if my parents come? Didn't someone else push the car back? So I pushed myself back. Every time I am tired and want to give up, I will say to myself: I will definitely go home, no matter how long.
I believe everyone has encountered these little things, and the result should be different.
I hope everyone will remember that no matter how difficult it is, as long as you stick to it, it will be a different day to walk there.
From birth to now, I have experienced the changes of 12 cycles, and I have also evaluated the brilliant season in my heart.
Every spring, from afar, the fields and grasslands are all green, as if covered with a green carpet. Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high" to praise the vitality of grass. Looking again, the farmer's uncle in the field sowed the hope of life. Spring is the first season of the four seasons, and there is plenty of time and hope. The color of spring is green, which is the season of flowers blooming.
Next is the hot summer, which makes people full of energy, especially the children. They frolic, frolic, and the sun pops out in summer, making plants and crops glow with vitality under the sucking of the sun. Adults are also the happiest, basking in the sun and enjoying the caress of summer. Summer is like a little girl, lively and cheerful.
In a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came in a golden dress. Autumn is the harvest season. The only keepsake left in autumn belongs to autumn leaves of different shapes. Every time I go home, I will pick up a red maple leaf and put it in a book as a specimen. In the autumn field, "the fruit is fragrant and the mandarin fish is fat" proves this harvest season. The color of autumn is golden, autumn, that quiet autumn!
Finally, Grandpa Dong came with his white carpet. He spread the white blanket on the ground, and it was a snow-white scene. In winter, children also add a lot of clothes. The cold wind blows cruelly, but it's also fun. Seeing those children making a snowman, they all remembered the cold. The color of winter is white. Winter, winter wrapped in white!
Walking through the four seasons and feeling the nature, the repeated changes in the past 12 years have not bored me, but made me happy. Spring is full of flowers, summer is like fire, autumn is golden everywhere, and winter is covered with silver. Every season has its own characteristics. Come and feel nature! I love the brilliant four seasons!
It was a rainy day, and raindrops hit the umbrella. I am holding a test paper in my hand, and the dazzling score on the test paper makes my head lower and lower. At this time, the sewage splashed by a car soaked my trouser legs, and the cool breeze came and went, which covered my heart with frost.
Hate the weather, hate the test paper, let me angry and covered with a layer of unspeakable pain, I walked in the direction of home blankly.
Suddenly, there seems to be a hand flapping on the umbrella. I looked up and it turned out to be a "person". This is a doll tied to a branch. It looks like a clown in a circus: green clothes, crimson pants, a blue pointed hat, a red mouth, a happy smile and a ruffled scarf. Very funny.
At this time, an equally funny smiling baby appeared in my mind, which was a gift my parents bought for me on a business trip abroad: a clown-like face with a small scarf around her neck, dark blue clothes and a smile on her face. His shy belly melon contains endless laughter. Whenever I fail in the face of a difficult problem, his laughter and the encouragement behind his parents "trust you." "You can do it" always makes me suddenly enlightened and regain my self-confidence, so I spent a few minutes solving the problem and whistling a lot. This is my smile after my success. Because of him, I parted the dark clouds and saw the sun again and again, and I cheered up again and again.
Just now, I felt that optimism is too far away from me, too far away, because I have failed many times. But now, when I look at this funny doll again, I can't help laughing.
There will always be that stumbling block in life. Why do you care so much? As long as you open your heart, you have enough reason to face life optimistically again.
The rain is still falling, and the wind makes me tremble all over, but the frost inside has already disappeared. I walked in the direction of home with brisk steps, and I was no longer confused, because I knew that I would succeed one day. Optimism has enabled me to walk through failure and move towards success.
Five people will meet many people in their lifetime, but how many people are sincere to you? How many people have accompanied you through the most difficult period of your life? It's really hard to get, because most people are just using you. I remember one person who accompanied me through primary school for six years. She is my primary school Chinese teacher, Miss Yang.
She is very young, not much different from me. Like me, she wears glasses and is a practical teacher, but more often, she and I are bosom friends and talk about everything.
I remember one year, my Chinese scores plummeted, but she took the trouble to stay and study for me every day. One day, it rained heavily and her office was far from the class. I waited for her for a long time, but I thought she wouldn't come. I was about to pack my things when a familiar and vague figure appeared in front of me in the rain. Ah! It's Miss Yang. There she is. When I came to my senses, she stood before me and smiled at me. Her head is all wet, and there are some drops of water on her hair. In the light, it is like one pearl after another. It's beautiful. She is so kind to me that I have to do something for her. So I racked my brains and didn't know how to thank her. Finally, I was the monitor and gave it to me. So I study and practice Chinese hard. It didn't work well at first, because I only read Chinese books blindly, but all of them were rote learning, but there was no good way. I looked for various learning methods on the Internet, but it was useless. I came across a book that introduced many useful and efficient learning methods. Finally, at the end of the semester, God helps those who help themselves.
Six years of primary school, neither long nor short, is fleeting. In these six years, you are the only one who accompanied me to the end and walked with me through these six years. Thank you, Miss Yang.
We walked into the gate of junior high school with immature smiling faces. We reluctantly divided classes. We are training in the rain, and singing military songs is still magnificent. We are flying on the playground with countless figures.
We are overwhelmed by homework, but we know in our hearts that this is only the first day of junior high school, and there is still a long way to go in three years. The first day passed like the speed of light, but we were still so happy.
Once, we wore ugly school uniforms and danced silly group dances, but we were still very happy.
The network group we created disappeared without a trace under the threat of the teacher.
In the past, many of us copied homework together. Where will we be now? Still floating in the wind has become the most frivolous memory of my youth, and I still smile when I recall it, like a spring breeze.
We recite "the journey of the sun and the moon, if it comes from it." Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. It's okay, even if it is, it's sung in the song. ""an old horse crouches tiger, aiming at a thousand miles; The martyr's next year is full of courage. "Learn from the heroism and ambition of great poets. But we still live in our own world, sometimes lonely, sometimes lost, and sometimes we can't help crying.
We ran together in the cold winter when the north wind roared, our hands were red with cold and our legs became weak, but no one ever gave up halfway and gritted his teeth until the end.
We don't pay attention to small subjects yet, and we always like to listen or not, but we are most afraid that the head teacher will appear in the window unnoticed.
We never write a good hand, but we always practice our parents' signatures so that we can use them when necessary.
We step by step from immaturity to maturity. Boys keep bangs, girls cut off long hair and even keep short hair. The heart is just like the youthful appearance, a pure beauty is our true self. Now looking at this vigorous summer, I feel that the heat wave is attacking people for a while, and I can't help but recall the time we wrote. The best years of that youth rippled in my heart and became a permanent memory. Every time I think about it, will the corners of my mouth rise slightly? ...
After writing 7 in the first day of junior high school, it kept raining. Hit the leaves, leaving crystal drops, hit the green land, quietly hit the pond, and ripple.
Rain is the most common, especially in spring and summer. In spring, the rain falls quietly and gently. With the soft spring breeze, it brings people the message of spring. Grass from all over the mountains and plains emerged from the soil together, sprouting fresh buds. In the fields, people work hard, which is their best reward for the spring rain.
In summer, the rain is sudden. One second it was clear in Wan Li, and the next, there was a flash of silver light in the sky, followed by rumbling thunder. This is the prelude to the storm. Look, the bean-sized raindrops flew down and hit the roof with a loud noise. The sewer in front of the house was dented and splashed with water. The crops were also defeated by this powerful rain, and they bent down and nodded one by one. However, this downpour seems to be playing with people. Put away your clothes, cover with peanuts and corn, and the heavy rain disappears without a trace.
In autumn, rain is cool. The fruit trees on the mountain are still green tonight. After an autumn rain, the mountains were covered with bright red oranges and wild fruits. The fragrance of melons and fruits is the most attractive. As soon as the rain stopped, children and farmers were attracted. Regardless of the water droplets on the leaves, I just want to pick the freshest fruit and taste it. After the rain, the rice in the field suddenly changed into a golden dress and danced in the clear sky.
In spring, summer and autumn, the rain is so fresh and moist. However, who has paid attention to the winter rain? Yes, it seldom rains in winter, and sometimes it even rains a little. Winter rain, without the warmth of spring, without the strength of summer, without the coolness of autumn, just falls with light snow. Ice is cold, exciting and comfortable.
"Moisturize things silently." All the year round, the rain is always so wet and fresh. The earth sleeps with it and wakes up with it.
Time flies. Composition 8 of the first day of junior high school passed in a blink of an eye. Walking through the first day of junior high school has brought me a lot of gains and left some regrets.
After the first grade, I became sensible. In the past, my mother always took care of me in every possible way, and I lived a life of clothes and food. Because my mother is busy at work, she takes less care of me. I don't understand, and I often blame my mother. Slowly, I found that my mother was always exhausted when she came home from work, and I suddenly felt how selfish I was. I always think of myself and never think of others. Later, I often helped my mother to reduce the burden, and often said some warm words to warm her heart. My mother often praises me as a sensible child. I am very happy. I think this is the biggest gain of my first year.
Through the first grade, I also gained knowledge and friends, and we made progress together.
When I was in the first grade, my discipline was not good, for example, I often cut flowers, make a scene after class, and often make trouble. Even once, when I was on duty, I wanted to be lazy, so I put the mop on the water dispenser to wash it, only to be seen by the teacher-I was punished again. Because I always make mistakes, my character score is very low. By the end of the term, I only got 29 points in the exam, which was really pitiful. When I saw this score, I was really scared. Now the implementation of quality education, this score can not be admitted to high school, can not sleep. From then on, I made up my mind that no matter what I do in the future, I should think twice before acting, control myself and not make mistakes.
I'm going to grade two. I want to develop my advantages, correct my shortcomings, and become a good student with all-round development. I won't regret it in Grade Two.
Walking through the four seasons is a beautiful dream in people's hearts, which cherishes the interpretation of life and self-interpretation. It is a fresh expectation and an impermanent collection in people's reincarnation. In spring, people are pregnant with opportunities. It is cool in summer. People harvest hope in autumn. In winter, people bear the burden of growth.
Walking through the spring, just like a girl drifting across the breeze, so swaying, so fascinated, so emotional, so fragrant, so thrilling and so flustered. Spring is the recovery of the soul and the starting point of people's hope for life, so people look forward to spring more and plant hope for a year.
Walking through the summer is like a young boy sweating through Ye Zhou, so strong, so yearning, so shocking, so enthusiastic, so motivated, so expecting. Summer is a continuation of exhibition life and a beautiful chapter of human life, so people still cherish summer and persist in accumulation and prosperity before fruitful results.
Walking through autumn is like a mature young woman harvesting her inner hope and holding her newborn baby, so elegant, so satisfied, so beautiful, so mature, so charming and so unpretentious. Autumn is the harvest of her first motherhood, the display and luxury when the fruit is ripe, so people still embrace autumn and reap a harvest.
The hidden achievements and ideals of years of hard work.
Walking through the winter is like a person with deep rhyme carrying all the connotations on his shoulders, so selfless, so tenacious, so tolerant, so persistent, so responsible and so long-term. Winter is a re-planning of dormant hope, a good flower with planting value in the new year, and depicts endless hope and direction in the future.
The four seasons are the beautiful scenery in people's hearts, the continuous playback and replay of their beautiful vision, and the efforts of people to walk in life in the struggle of giving up and picking up, being indifferent and uncontroversial, doing and not doing, being cautious and self-righteous. Through the four seasons, through the storms of life, through the hesitation of the world, and constantly surpass ourselves.
In the past, the deviation of people's progress was constantly corrected. For the beauty of the four seasons, people are continuing to write colorful life chapters!
10 Everyone who wrote in the first day of junior high school left a mark, but Yan left a sound.
Cherry blossoms floated all over the floor, leaving a faint fragrance; There are still two figures left in Wuhan in April. On April 20 14, one weekend, my mother and I took advantage of the tail tide of the cherry blossom season to go to Wuhan.
When I arrived in Hankou at night, I had a good sleep first. The next morning, two people who were going to enjoy cherry blossoms set out from the hotel. We took the bus, sat by the window, blew a cool breeze, enjoyed the changing beauty of the roadside and headed for Wuhan University. The grand cherry blossom season is drawing to a close, and all the people in Wuhan University are scattered. We wandered around the campus at will and only saw little pinks all over the floor. Although the cherry blossoms are on the ground, they are still like fairy girls in the sky, without any pollution. Strolling, time goes by little by little, and I don't think about anything in my mind, only that tender pink, carefree happy time, like this time. The smile on the corner of my mouth is getting stronger and stronger, and the camera at hand records this brilliant smile and frames it in my mind. Although KINOMOTO SAKURA has passed away, I have walked through the beautiful cherry blossom corridor of Wuhan University, as if I had walked through that innocent and carefree childhood.
The beautiful scenery is repeated every year. Although it is the same scenery, the people watching it are different. Time has passed, but that memory will remain in my memory forever. Everyone told me that you have grown up! You have grown up! Yes, when I grow up, I need to take on more responsibilities, not only in my studies, but also in my family. I will not and cannot shirk these responsibilities. If you can't keep it, please don't forget. I remember that I had a carefree childhood and a time without responsibility. After all, I have gone through the time I loved. I will take good care of it.
Time flies, the beautiful journey time is always short, and the innocent childhood is gone forever, but there is always a place for them in my heart, because I have finally passed, because I have finally grown up.
On the day I walked through Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling in the gray sky.
Early in the morning, my father told me with a dignified face that he was going to see grandpa today. In fact, no one knows how deep my feelings with grandpa are.
I remember growing up in grandpa's arms when I was a child, taking me to pick wild fruits on the slope during the day, giving me a fan at night, accompanying me to count the stars in the sky and telling me the story of Snow White. But these things have become the past.
Time flies, a few years have passed, and grandpa has left me. I want to be happy when I go to see my grandfather today, and don't let him see me so sad. So I got on the bus happily.
As soon as I got off the bus, I ran as fast as I could, far from grandpa's grave. Dad chased me after me and shouted, "Don't be too sad when you arrive." I said, "I see." Running and running, there seems to be a man on the ground pulling my foot and falling down. When I saw it, it turned out to be a tree vine. I quickly got up.
Turning that corner, I saw a brand-new grave. "Grandpa!" I shouted loudly, I don't know why, I couldn't help being sad when I came here, and then I cried. My mind is blank, but I feel an awl stabbing my heart.
My mother came up to me gently and told me, "Good boy, don't be too sad. Grandpa is watching you in the sky! " ! Do you think you still have us? "
Gradually, I stopped crying. Yes, I still have many relatives who will accompany me through countless corners. Yes, I want to listen to my mother, don't be too sad, let grandpa look at me in the sky and be happy.
Yes, even though we know there is a storm waiting for me behind the corner, we still have to face the storm, walk around the corner and continue our lives.
Looking at the wheat field in front of me, I can't help looking back and thinking of many beautiful things. The wind blows gently and makes me fall into infinite reverie.
I remember that summer, my family went to work in the fields after a nap, ready to pull peanuts. The sunshine only shines on us, but ignores our feelings, blowing from time to time, bringing a little coolness. Looking at this green field, my heart suddenly cooled by half and complained, "Hey, it's another tough battle." Dad said that if you have time to complain, it is better to pull more peanuts. Dad added. I also squatted down. Our family has a clear division of labor. Mom and dad pull the sides and I pull the middle. If you were us, we would start the peanut competition. Our family immediately took action and chased each other. I was lazy for a while and played with mud there. My mother immediately reminded me that I was behind. When I took a closer look, the remaining peanuts formed a big convex shape, so I stopped and immediately accelerated the speed of pulling peanuts. Through my unremitting efforts, I finally made the rest into a rectangle. After counting the time, we arrived at the meal, gray. It's us.
After that, with our unremitting efforts, the fields were cleared, just like the "Yugong Mountain", and our unremitting efforts finally moved the "Mountain".
A drop of water fell on my face and everything in front of me vanished. On the way home, flowers and branches are swaying in the wind, as if to say goodbye to me, and as if to welcome my next time. Birds are also singing happily in the branches. Looking forward to the next arrival.
Through the first grade composition 13, I bid farewell to the ignorant primary school time and came to a brand-new grade.
The courses in the first grade are much richer than those in the primary school. In Chinese class, birds fly and clouds float from the window, leading me into nature and enjoying the interesting life in the mountains; In math class, the fan-shaped statistical chart led me into the world of statistics and enjoyed interesting math fairy tales; In English class, the ever-changing ABC has brought us closer to the world. In history class, Cao Cao. Zhang Fei let us travel through time and space to appreciate the tragic war and the sufferings of the ancients. Some people say; Middle school life is boring, yes, but it also has such a colorful side. In the political class, the teacher let us know what self-esteem is; Self-esteem means self-respect, neither bowing to others nor allowing others to discriminate or regret. If we want to be respected by others, we must first learn to respect others. These philosophical explanations have inspired us and made us understand many principles of being a man.
Just entering the new environment of senior one, facing fresh faces, I feel a little strange but more excited. My classmates never realized helping and caring for each other. Of course, there are some frictions ... so we have gone through ups and downs. Whenever I am lonely and helpless, the help of my classmates makes me feel more cordial. A year later, I have a group of new friends and know how to care, unite and contribute. ...
Time flies like a beating note, and the aftertaste of this beautiful movement of Senior One still reverberates in my mind, and it will also leave beautiful memories in every senior one student's life, which is worth cherishing and collecting. At a loss, it's September 1 day again. The familiar and bright smiling face is less childish and more mature. Oh, a beautiful first day.
Thirteen years old, growing in age, maturing in mind, the crossroads of fate, the starting point of youth!
Junior high school students, the title that primary school has dreamed of. At that time, in my young mind, I was so eager to grow up. I don't know, life is destined to come to me in the thirteenth year of my destiny takes a hand.
Entering the first grade, I have a lot of troubles. The change of the subject has brought about a sharp increase in subjects, from two to seven, which has brought a lot of discomfort. The changes in schools have brought about an increase in pressure. In primary school, you only need to compete with your classmates. In middle school, you need to compete with everyone in your grade. Pressure = motivation, increasing one hour's regular script time = reducing one hour's playing time. Contradiction!
Entering the first grade, there are many opportunities. As I said above, pressure equals motivation, learning motivation is sufficient, and there are naturally many achievements. More importantly, different environments have different new things and new people! Therefore. The first day of junior high school is an important period for me to expand my life experience.
Entering the first grade is a lot of happiness. Perhaps I inherited my father's math genes, and my interest in math is n+ 1 times that of ordinary people. The happiness of mathematics lies in the great sense of gain and pride that you finally understand after being stuck in a difficult problem and thinking hard for an hour! Because of mathematics, I have made many like-minded confidants, and I have a feeling of reunion after a long separation. Every day, we get together to discuss exciting geometry. Tit for tat is inevitable, but we only care about the joy after success, and we are willing to cultivate on the fertile soil of knowledge.
The Chinese representative said: "The first day is the growth of age, the maturity of mind and the turning point of life. We must study hard! "
The math representative said, "The first day is X+Y ≤ M+N ... X is stress, Y is worry, M is motivation, and N is happiness."
The representative of the English Department said, "Please study hard, because a good beginning is half the battle."
I said, "after the first day, everything will start all over again;" The marathon of learning, we are on the road. "
Walking through the corner of the first-grade composition 15, you will find a polygonal me living in it.
Ertik pt.-romantic.
I like to post pictures of my favorite novels on a book with a special cover. I will feel a great sense of accomplishment when I watch the thin books get thicker and thicker.
When I read this book, I feel like reading a book I wrote.
I like to pick up a pen when I am bored, scribble in my notebook, create some new and new human words, and then use these words to conceive xiaowen. Then, take a sip of tea and chew your own meaningless sentences repeatedly.
Walking through that corner, I understand that a person's spiritual growth is accomplished by reading and writing.
Cape Holt-as hot as the tide
My mother has called me "crazy" since I was a child. The more people there are, the more excited I am. I don't know if this is good or bad. I made a lot of friends for this role, and I received a lot of dirty looks for it.
Every morning, along the way, I told myself: today, I should study hard and be calm. As soon as I got to the classroom, my mouth was out of control, and every cell in my body was spinning with my mouth and fidgeting. So, the real me came back to life, and "calmness" has long been forgotten.
Walking through that corner, I realized that a leopard cannot change his spots. s
A Corner of Muse County-Dreams are like the sky
I want to travel around the world and find a balance between man and nature. Maybe I can't change anything in the world, but I can always change everything around me. We always get something from nature. We should do something about it. Some things, although we can't make them last forever, can at least make them live longer.
I want to see wild deer running in groups on the Yuan Ye, hippos swimming in the water, lions preying … and romantic cherry blossoms under Mount Fuji …
Walking through that corner, my wisdom is increasing day by day; My space is constantly expanding.