1 The flaming umbrella is hanging high in the sky, and Baiyun doesn't know where to go for the summer. The willows in the street are like sick, their leaves are hanging on dusty branches, and the branches are motionless. The green vines on the balcony are withering, and the yellow leaves are particularly dazzling in this green summer.
I was sitting quietly by the window reading a book when suddenly my grandfather passed me with a green sprinkler in his hand. Grandpa tilted the sprinkler slightly, and the crystal water drops fell on the yellowed green rattan leaves along the beautiful arc, and then slipped into the dry soil along the green rattan leaves. Grandpa's whisper brought me back to the real world. "Oh, how many days have I not drunk water?" Grandpa sighed softly. "It's all my fault. I forgot to water you. I didn't expect such a fire. " I looked at grandpa doubtfully. "Grandpa, why did you say sorry to him?" I turned my head and looked at the dying ivy. Its green coat has lost its former luster, as if it would die the next second. "Water it now, it seems that it can't live." Grandpa stared straight at the leaves of the green vine. "Now you water it, it still has hope of life, but if you don't water it, it has no hope of life." I looked up at the vicious sunshine and shook my head gently. "It's not easy for it to survive in such a vicious sun." Grandpa nodded silently.
From that day on, grandpa watered the green vines more frequently every day. Ivy was the same at first, but grandpa still didn't give up.
A week later, I was reading by the window again, and suddenly a touch of green came into my eyes. The green vine miraculously came back to life and grew better than before. Grandpa came to my side again and watered the ivy. "Grandpa, this ivy is alive!" Grandpa smiled. "Yes, just water it these days." Looking at this vibrant green vine, I remembered its horror a week ago. "Why do you know it will come back to life?" Grandpa shook his head. "I don't know." "Then why do you insist?" "It is very important to be a man and do things." I pricked up my ears and looked directly at my grandfather, as if I could find the treasure in the next second. "That's the responsibility." "responsibility?" I was surprised to see grandpa turn his head and look at the little green vine. I really can't believe that grandpa will be in charge of a green vine. Grandpa looked at me with a surprised face and smiled. "Yes, it is the responsibility. Responsibility does not have to be great, nor does it have to pay the price of life. In fact, the responsibility is around. Studying hard is responsible for your own future, caring for flowers and plants is responsible for your own life, and working hard is responsible for others. Being a man, you must be a responsible person in order to win the trust of others. Regardless of the identity and status of the other party, since you have promised, you must do it well. This is the responsibility. "
A cool breeze brushed the leaves of the green vine, brushed the tip of my hair, and a smile slowly climbed up my cheek. I nodded.
Fairy tales say there will be rainbows after rain.
But I never said it was empty in an instant.
Want to hold gorgeous tightly in your hand
Suddenly found that you have disappeared "-between rainbows.
It seems that many years ago, you were young and I was young. The story of Lu Bu's loss of Xin envies others. Now, I can only be silly and persistent in waiting for you in the hospital bed. Joe, do you know I have a lot to say to you? I want to tell you: I actually love you very much. That night, the night you took my bracelet from Xiaolong, I found that my true love has always been you!
I smiled when I watched you walk into the ward. There you are at last. You still have feelings for me, don't you? In fact, at that class reunion, I was moved by the wedding you described, really moved! Am I stupid, stupid, stupid? Obviously, I was hurt so badly by you and cheated so badly by you, but I still rushed into your tenderness that never belonged to me. ...
I don't have much time. You must take good care of Xiao Dalu cloth. After all, he is your child. Find him a good mother again and tell him that her mother will drink salt soda and recite the multiplication table like Tathagata ... Hehe, Ziqiao, stop blaming yourself. If you can't do it, I'll take a sip of salt and soda ...
"The rainbow appeared in the sky again after the rain.
The grace of an angel kisses the world.
Stop asking why you can't stay.
Now put down your obsession and smile. "
Holidays bring family together, and home cooking brings family together. Time is dull and tasteless.
Sticky meat, VIP who must come to my table every year. The appearance and name are generally irregular, and large pieces of fresh pork are cooked at will. Only salt, time is the best seasoning. When cooked, take long chopsticks, gently lift them a few times, send the soup back to the pot, throw it on the sticky board, take a dazzling knife, and cut it fat and thin. The palm is big and the finger is thick. The thin taste is unpleasant, and the thick taste is awkward.
One white is served, one bite at a time-fresh spirit! That's great. Lean meat with sweet thick gravy fat, but not greasy, oily-the fairy couple in food is kimchi. Lactic acid bacteria inject new vitality into the faded bright colors of fresh vegetables, and the unique flavor lasts forever in Mika-refreshing, crisp and sour. Pickled sauerkraut and sticky meat wrap you up.
Having wine and meat is a good meal. Elders love to drink old wine, white wine and strong liquor. It's unbearable to smell the wine from a distance and rush straight to the forehead. There is also a top-grade appetizer-Houttuynia cordata, which is also the root of broken ears. I once took a sip, and I remember it-just like chewing a metal key. What's the taste of touching some Chinese on the keys? What is the taste of Houttuynia cordata Thunb?
Children love rice wine, peach blossom wine. The taste buds at the entrance feel sweet, and the aroma of wine seems to have been lost in the mouth for a long time, as if the air between the lips and teeth of this bar was brewed again. In a trance, I seem to see the glutinous rice as white as jade changing quietly, and the pink peach blossom lying in the water half open and half laughing is burning. This wine is soft and sweet. I don't know why every time I think about it, it's like seeing a fairy come down to earth. It's a pity that young people can't taste the taste of being Brewmaster.
The way a family eats also determines whether the annual flavor is strong or not. Personally, I think it's good to chew my throat, swim with a big belly, enjoy myself, and let the clouds disperse. Have fun eating, watching and doing. Hey! The flavor of the year came out.
Under the dim light, such fireworks are overwhelming, and the taste of that year is planted on the tip of the tongue, the tip of the nose and the heart. With the emotional results of that year sprouting and taking root, the taste of that year is the memory of that year. I've eaten, and I smell Nian-it's Nian, and I'm home.
In the dark night, under the bright moonlight, white smoke fluttered, and this guy swaggered over in the white smoke full of this homely flavor.
On the whole, this monthly exam is a little better than the last one, but on the whole, it still doesn't reach the expected score.
Generally speaking, I still haven't reviewed carefully. Although the National Day holiday is also a review of politics, it is only a review of the National Day holiday after all. The usual efforts are still not enough, and it is necessary to further increase the usual review time. Take this English as an example, it's only 70 points, and my competitor Lu Xiaoling got 96 points, which means that the gap of 20 points needs my score to make up for these gaps! The teacher also told me that they usually don't recite English for accumulation, so the next task is to recite English seriously and remember all the homework on the basis of understanding. Although English is my death, I am confident to learn it well.
Taking mathematics as an example, it is no problem to get 78 points in the basic question, but it is not difficult to solve the problem if all the points are deducted from the answer. Most of the questions are told by the teacher in class, so the efficiency of class must be improved. Usually pay more attention to doing some math expansion composition questions, but the key is that classroom efficiency must not be distracted, and we must follow the math teacher's ideas to improve the performance of financial mathematics.
Physics should be my best subject, but I lost a lot of points because of carelessness and wrote two typos. The exam lasted 90 minutes, but I played for 70 minutes without checking at all. If I had checked, I couldn't have missed these two mistakes. Therefore, no matter how good a subject is, it can't be sloppy. It must be serious again.
The focus of Chinese is better than words. Write five points and get four points, but also control the time, try to extend the writing time, read, understand and think carefully, declare the key words, and then write after reading the article.
Geography, biology and history have always been my strong points, but I still can't take them lightly. I still have to recite it. Politics must be viewed, and politics must be kept above 40 points.
So the next time you work hard, the stars don't worry you, and time pays off. Come on, next midterm!
I am a mobile phone, a small and lovely mobile phone.
I opened my eyes and lay quietly in the counter. The waiter picked me up with a smile and handed it to a smiling young man.
That young man became my master. He loves me very much. He puts me in his pocket every day, tells him the time and forecasts the weather.
However, when he and I first went to the subway station, I met my companions, and they were also very favored. Their owners are as young boys and girls as mine. Some people wear headphones and lean against the wall to listen to music leisurely. Some people are staring at the screen with their heads down and their hands pointing. They are playing games. My host is reading the novel I provided, and his hand keeps sliding on my screen. I caught a glimpse of the old man standing alone by the wall, looking sadly at the young people next to him. That's his son. The old man wanted to say a few words to his son, but he stopped talking. Although there is more silence in the subway station, there is less harmony.
Every time my master is at the dinner table, he and his parents say nothing. The host bowed his head and his parents had nothing to say. Is it my fault? Did I break the harmony?
Tragedy happened. As usual, my master walked with his head down. He was so fascinated that he went to Ma Lukou unconsciously. I looked up at the red light. I shook it and shouted, "Master, don't go, red light." Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me, and I shook it again, but he still didn't pay attention. I have a bad feeling. At this moment, a car sped by. The master finally turned around. Bang, the owner was hit and I was spinning in the air. The people in the car rushed him to the hospital. My life was hollowed out and no one cared about me.
When I was about to leave this world, a deep voice came. "Alas, I didn't expect people to get on the plane of science and technology, but forgot to book emotional tickets. I thought we could change the world, but the world is changing us. " That's what my founder Steve Jobs said. Maybe my leaving will make my host happy.
Every autumn, the weather gets cold, and a bleak autumn wind blows in the air, which seems to add some autumn flavor. ...
At the weekend, my mother took me to a clothing store and promised to buy me some winter clothes. After shopping around the store, I only saw a big red scarf, which was made of thick wool and had small spikes at the end. It's cute, but it's a little expensive, not cheap. I showed my mother the scarf. She looked at it for a while, shook her head gently and put it back on the counter. I was puzzled, but my mother didn't say anything and took my hand and went home. I don't know if it's psychological. I always feel that the way the clerk looks at me is a little ironic. I feel annoyed on my face and angry with my mother's behavior. I didn't talk to my mother for the next few days.
One day at school, it was very cold and the cold wind roared. Going out in the morning, I didn't listen to my mother and put on more clothes. I can't help shivering when I only wear school uniforms. It wasn't long before the autumn rain fell, which covered everything with a mist, and I wasn't worried anymore. This is a graphic that comes into view. Take a closer look, it's my mother, with a beige umbrella in one hand, a coat in the other and a red scarf in the other. I can't help but pause. My mother approached me and handed me my coat. After putting it on, she put the scarf on me again. I looked at it carefully and found that it was not the one I saw in the clothing store. Although the colors are the same, there is still a big gap. The pattern is more detailed, and there are two small pompoms at the end, which is more playful. Most importantly, this is warmer.
On the way home, my mother said to me, "I thought you liked this kind, but I just know how to knit, so I knitted you one." Is it much better than the original? " I was silent for a while, then nodded and gave a gentle "hmm". Although my mother spoke carelessly, I still saw a small cut on her hand, deep or shallow. I remember that the light in my mother's bedroom was always on in recent days ... I was very cold to my mother these days ... I couldn't help but have a sour nose, red eyes and my hands stroking my scarf. I dare not look up and can only say "thank you" to my mother. Mother didn't speak, just tilted her umbrella a little here.
Later, every late autumn, I couldn't wait to wear a scarf. Every time I put it on, my heart will be unusually warm, just like my mother's hand, kind and reassuring.
This is love, maternal love, the greatest maternal love.
Love is around, love is in my heart, love is in late autumn.
Composition 7 left the next day, dispersed, and the memories faded; Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused.
-Inscription
Do you remember? In the past, we liked playing the game of stepping on shadows in the sunset best. In my memory, I am always in front and you are behind. We laughed and shouted and had a wonderful time.
I vaguely remember that day when we were walking home as usual. It was a poetic rainy day. I twirled the handle of the umbrella and joked with you in the circular rain curtain, but you didn't talk much. I asked again and again, but you told me you were going somewhere else. Zheng, I ran straight home. The next day was Saturday, and I didn't see you off at the airport. It's not that I don't want to. The biggest mistake is that I don't have the courage. You just disappeared into my life.
"I am the only one left." I thought to myself, I walked home alone. Suddenly a familiar voice came from my ear. I was shocked. Looking back, there was no one there. Mixed feelings in my heart, I kicked a few pebbles along the way.
With the growth of my age, I have more and more troubles, and you gradually fade out of my mind. Whenever I think of it by chance, I still feel inexplicably sad.
One day, I went shopping and saw you unprepared. I went around behind you, patted your left shoulder, and then jumped nimbly to your right rear. This is the way we agreed to say hello before. I didn't expect you to turn directly from the right and say, "It's you, are you here to buy something?" I haven't seen you for a long time. You have such long hair, and it is much more beautiful than before. I am delighted to ask, "Are you back? How are you doing now? " You make a faint "hmm" sound, and your black eyes are still calm. I finally realized your indifference, just asked for your contact information and ran away. You've changed. I can't see clearly. I subconsciously looked back at your back.
Looking back, time seems to stand still.
Perhaps, the past can never come back. I looked down at the phone number you just gave me, stood quietly for a while, and finally deleted it. I'm too persistent ...
Look back at the past and never regret it again; Facing the future, I won't have more expectations.
I can't cook and I can't cook. I'm afraid to walk alone in the street. If I were left alone at home, to tell the truth, I might die. These are not what I want. I'm just used to relying on others and being taken care of by others. I am like a lazy woman, doing nothing and bored.
When I really think dependence is a bad habit, it is a weekend in the second day of junior high school.
I finished all my homework, lay in bed and ate an apple. The warm afternoon sun shone on me, and I narrowed my eyes slightly, like a dozing cat. About two hours later, the sun was still so warm, and I was still lying in bed, but my stomach was a little empty. I got up slowly and went to the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator, hoping that something would fill my stomach. Mom and dad haven't come back to work yet, no one cooks, no one cooks, and there are no ingredients in the refrigerator. I touched my screaming stomach and frowned. For the first time, I feel that I can't live without someone to take care of me. I hate this lifestyle as much as Mi Chong.
They didn't come back until eight o'clock in the evening. I looked at the clock on the wall, and my stomach ached with hunger, praying that they would come home quickly to save me. At this time, a phone call came in, it was their phone. I asked them reproachfully why they hadn't come back yet. They said they wouldn't go home at night in an emergency and turned off the phone. I twisted the phone and my nose was sour. After a few minutes, I cleaned up my mood and knocked on my neighbor's aunt's door. I asked her to teach me how to cook some simple meals. She was very enthusiastic and said that she would help me directly. I shook my head gently and refused her. I said, I can't live unless I learn to stand on my own feet. She rubbed my hair and promised me.
My neighbor's aunt taught me how to cook delicious rice with proper amount of water, and took out some ingredients from her house to teach me how to make poached eggs and tomato and egg soup. She put her arm around my hand with a shovel and told me some cooking details. I try to remember how much oil to put, how much salt to put and how long to fry. We spent nearly two hours cooking simple poached eggs and tomato and egg soup.
She sat in front of me, watching me gobble, and smiled with relief. She said, eat, eat, this is the result of your efforts. Cooking for the first time, great, so capable. I looked up and smiled at her with a rice stuck in my mouth.
We should not rely too much, we should learn to stand on our own feet and take care of ourselves. When you start to try to stand on your own feet, you start to grow.