Remember this day

The days rushed past me like running water, without any characteristics, and I felt that the previous days seemed to have been in vain.

But one day recently, I discovered the meaning of life, which I will never forget.

It was some time ago that our school opened a "multimedia teaching class" and invited many leaders and parents to attend the class. I walked into the classroom and looked back, ah, there were so many people attending the class, it was a dark area, and they were chattering about something. What a big scene! My vanity immediately swelled, and I thought to myself: I must show off my skills well in front of teachers, classmates and guests! I quietly "scouted" the situation. My mother was sitting in the front left, looking towards me. I secretly made up my mind: I must "put gold" on my mother's face. When the teacher asked a question, I raised my hands high. As soon as the teacher called my name, I stood up and answered the teacher's question accurately. The teacher and the audience all looked at me approvingly. I felt very happy and sat down triumphantly.

When the teacher asked another question, I was afraid that others would take the lead, so I raised my hands high without thinking. Seeing that I was very active, the teacher asked me to answer the question again. After I stood up, I didn't know what to say. I stammered and couldn't answer. The class was extremely quiet at this time, and everyone in the room focused their attention on me. At that time, I really wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground. When the teacher asked me to sit down, I sat on the stool blankly like a deflated rubber ball, not knowing what it felt like. I didn't listen to anything the teacher said next.

After class, my mother gently patted my head, comforted me, and advised me: "Everything must be thought about before taking action. If a person only thinks about being in the spotlight without thinking, he will make a big fool of himself. Yes! "

Yes! You should think twice before doing anything. Why didn’t I know this before? You must remember this day’s wisdom!

Be happy with yourself

The bus moved very slowly, as it always does on Monday mornings. I sat safely in the back seat. I couldn't bear to see these people crowded together like sardines, so I looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Why is the driver driving so slowly! I'm in a hurry!" Passengers complained from time to time, making the atmosphere in the car more and more annoying. I thought to myself: "People, it's always like this: people waiting for the bus wish that the bus wouldn't leave until they could get on, but once they get on the bus, they wish the bus wouldn't stop and drive all the way to their destination."

The bus pulled to the stop as if reluctantly. At this time, I saw a wife coming from a distance and squeezed into the back door. The driver immediately shouted: "Get off the bus! You can't get on the bus through the back door!" After hearing the driver's words, the old woman quickly got out of the car and then He trotted towards the front door in a hurry. The driver suddenly had an "inspiration". The moment his wife arrived at the front door, he closed both the front and rear doors and drove away in a hurry. When I saw the old lady standing blankly where she got on the bus, holding her senior citizen ID card in her hand, my heart felt as if something had hit me.

I can’t stand the scenery outside the window anymore.

At this time, two voices appeared deep in my soul. One said: "This is the driver's fault, you should complain to him!" The other said: "But, you take this bus every day, it would be very easy for the driver to take revenge if he knew about it! Besides, the old man and you It doesn't matter, are you too nosy?" But the first one said: "Although this is a small matter, if no one stands up and points out his mistake, then he may continue like this. What if I was 'treated' by an old man one day? "

I finally called the complaint number after getting off the car. Later, the driver's attitude really changed for the better. Maybe, in the minds of others, this is just a very small thing, but I have always been happy for my actions. After all, my actions have made society a little better.

Beauty is all around me

Beauty is a pursuit in life. However, I often fall into such a strange circle: when pursuing beauty, I don’t know where the real beauty is. He turned a blind eye to the beauty that should have been noticed long ago.

I have been very interested in painting since I was a child, and my art scores have always been good. After I entered middle school, I painted every painting to perfection, but the teacher always seemed dissatisfied and always gave me 5 points.

It’s art class again. What I am going to draw today is a plain vase with no flowers and it seems to be very old. The teacher only said one sentence: "Today, draw this vase. Just draw what you see. Let's see who can draw the best..." I held the pencil and held the old vase, murmuring in my heart. "Why are you using an old one and not arranging flowers... The teacher is serious, why don't you replace it with a new one so that we can paint more beautifully?" I couldn't help but frown and looked at the people around me. When my classmates looked at me, they also looked embarrassed, not much better than me. I raised my head again and looked more closely.

Yeah! I was suddenly surprised. There was actually a not too small crack in the mouth of the vase, and the crack extended all the way to the belly of the vase in the middle! I'm even more troubled. Usually the paintings are very new and beautiful, and the effect of the works is good, but these gaps and cracks are obvious lice on the monk's head.

How to write this? At this time, the teacher came to my side and I looked up at her. She seemed to see my doubts, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Draw whatever you see." She nodded deeply to me and walked away. My heart moved, and I quickly picked up the pen and started drawing.

After class, I stood up and collected the picture books of our group (I am the group leader). They all drew beautifully.

"The results are out!" Someone shouted, and everyone ran to the desk and rummaged through their works. "I heard that there is only one 5-pointer, I don't know who it is." I listened to everyone's discussion and suddenly found my signature. At this time, the art teacher walked into the classroom, and the students returned to their seats one after another. "Show your drawing to everyone!" the teacher said to me. I walked up to the podium with my work, and what was presented to everyone was: a very old vase without flowers. There was a gap in the mouth of the vase, and a crack extended to the belly of the vase...

French artist Rodin said: "Beauty is everywhere. For our eyes, it is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery." Yes, an old vase without flowers is not very beautiful on the surface, but it is real , truly records the use value and aesthetic value it once brought to people.

Oh! It turns out that beauty is all around me...

Mother's love, the sunshine of March

The journey of life is long, and I interpret life as a lonely wandering, leading to my dream There are endless stops along the road, but I don't want to stop. I look forward to something vigorous and unparalleled in the world, until I am exhausted. Suddenly looking back, I am shocked to realize that there is more than just residual fragrance on the roadside... < /p>

Maybe it was because I had been soaking in the sea of ??questions for too long and was a little swollen. I came back covered with stars and moonlight, and the word "tired" could never be shaken off my face.

Turn on the light, and a steaming cup of milk tea on the desk makes the small room feel extra warm. I'm not surprised, not at all, that the milk tea is there on time at this time of day, rain or shine. What's more, I was worried about another thing at this time.

Once upon a time, I could write like flowing clouds and write a book. But now, the small article "Mother's Love" has made my thoughts stagnant, and there is a terrible blank in my heart.

"Is it because your mother doesn't love you enough?" "No, it's not." "Is it because she doesn't do enough for you?" "No, it's not." "Then why can't you express it? What about motherly love?... "

I kept asking myself, but in the end my head was so swollen and painful that I had no answer. As I beckoned, I encountered milk tea. The fragrant milk tea was full of fragrance. When I raised my neck, the milk tea poured into my stomach. A warm current immediately rose from bottom to top. I trembled all over and immediately swept away all my worries and threw them away. Mother knows everything I need.

Gently, I heard the door being opened. When I turned around, my mother came in holding a quilt. The quilt was full of the smell of sunshine, as if another small sun had risen in this space of less than ten square meters. When my mother saw me holding an empty cup and looking at her blankly, a smile immediately appeared on her face. It was a smile that only rippled on my mother's face, and it was irresistible. I nodded and said "yes" softly, watching my mother turn around and go out.

The moment she walked out, I suddenly had an idea: Could this be mother's love? But people say maternal love is great, so how could it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased her out of the room. , wanting to find the answer, but the moment I saw my mother, I stopped. My mother asked, "Do you want another drink?" I smiled, and finally understood that the greatness of maternal love lies precisely in its ordinaryness, so that round of The little sun rises in my heart again, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and plants, and the deep love in ordinary milk tea. I also understood that if I love my mother, all I can do is cherish her.

Taking it carefully, that thick cup of milk tea is really warm...

Sometimes, I also want to be willful for once

Well-behaved I have never wanted to be rebellious; as an obedient person, I never remember to resist; but as a quiet person, sometimes I also want to be willful.

When I was a child

When I looked at the Winnie the Pooh that I had longed for in the center of the window, I felt indescribable joy in my heart. I believed that I would be able to own it soon. However, my mother was holding a thick dictionary in her hand. She said: "Only by reading good books can you be successful when you grow up. When the time comes, you can play whatever you want." So I bid farewell to the window and took the dictionary, reluctant to let it go. leave. As if something has been lost in my heart, I know that the innocence that a child should have is now being held tightly by a pair of invisible hands.

In elementary school

"I'm sorry." I looked at my deskmate who had to "move" with an apologetic face. There was a suffocating element in the air, and there was an eerie silence. She left silently, and her shrinking figure left a heavy mark on my heart. I was very reluctant to leave, but - "Sitting with a poor student will affect your study. It's best to find a good student for you." I'll go find the teacher." Mom's words still ring in my ears. My heart suddenly tightened. Can't I have a precious friendship? I'm speechless.

When I was in middle school

When the winter vacation came, I was hesitant between "music training class" and "mathematics training class".

I love music, but I know learning is also important. I am not a gifted child favored by God. Excellent results require twice as much diligence and sweat as others. I tremble. Mom, I'm sorry, just let me be willful for once! So, I stepped into the "music training class" as I wished. Mom was just silent, and then walked into the room with a muffled sound. The heavy door closed made me hesitate. Did I do something wrong? ?

Now

I have never found my singing voice to be so beautiful. I am satisfied with the flowers and applause I get. I think my mother will understand. But the reality is so cruel. One morning, my mother whispered to my father: "If this child had signed up for the 'mathematics training class', he would definitely not have fallen behind in his studies." I just happened to get up and pass by when I heard these words, and my heart It felt as if he had been shot through by thousands of arrows, and the pain was bleeding. When I handed the certificate of "First Prize in the Music Competition" to my mother, my mother looked at me with a complicated expression and left silently. A gust of wind blew away the award, blew away the tears, and broke my heart. It starts and stops, no one cares, so what’s the use of it?

In my sleep, Winnie the Pooh smiled and waved to me; my deskmate who had been away for a long time held my hand tightly and whispered "Long time no see"; on the stage, I confidently showed my singing voice to the audience... ....

I know that the road ahead is very bumpy, but I still want to go on, in my own way. I am no longer a doll at the mercy of others. I want to face the ups and downs of life on my own. rain.

The early morning sun shines into the woods, and the naughty dewdrops bloom into a small flower on the ground. I open my arms and breathe the free air. Freedom is so good! Sometimes, I really want to be willful for once.

For the hope in my heart

Nowadays, the corner of the table has been worn away, but there are still a few dishes on the table as usual, because grandma’s love remains unchanged and her love for me remains unchanged. Hope remains...

When I was a child, my parents were busy at work, so I basically lived with my grandparents. They didn't like to be idle at home, so they were busy taking care of business outside. Everyone takes turns eating, and eating is just a low stool. Although life was a bit difficult, it was fulfilling and happy.

Later, when I grew up, my grandparents moved to a big house, and I spent less and less time seeing them. I just went to my grandma’s house for dinner every weekend. I found that my favorite dishes were always placed in front of me, but there were always side dishes in front of my grandma. I didn't even pay much attention to them, let alone pick a few chopsticks. And every time my grandma just sits at the corner of the table to eat, I asked her about it, and she said she was afraid of sitting in the wind, and she couldn't stand it as she got older. Of course I believed it, and of course I enjoyed everything...

One day I called my dad because I had something to do and told everyone not to wait for me to go back for dinner. Later, the event was cancelled, but I decided to Rush to grandma's house for dinner. As soon as I reached the door, I was stunned. I heard a conversation between my mother and grandma.

"Mom, let's eat. Your granddaughter isn't here today. Come on, sit in the middle."

"No, I'd better sit here. That belongs to my granddaughter. Location..."

Don’t you understand everything? Grandma always sits at the corner of the table and cares for me silently. Seeing me eating happily, the kind smile will appear on my face for a long time. Grandma is getting older and can no longer carry me on her back to fly kites on the country roads, sing children's songs on the small bridge in my hometown, or pull bamboo shoots in the garden. Grandma is getting old, and she often sees a few gray hairs on her temples; her hands are no longer the thick hands that I relied on in the past, but now they just have abrupt tendons... Grandma will All hopes were placed on me. For the hope in my heart, grandma devoted all her love, and the only thing she could do was to give me a good seat and delicious food. Such love, It has become a habit.

Just like the apricot lotus, it is not like the busy willows that occupy the good land of water and fertile soil one by one and only show off. It stands silently and has grown into a life in the corner.

For the hope in my heart, grandma silently loved me at the corner of the table...

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