Article 1: My idol My father is an excellent people's policeman. He goes out early and comes back late every day, and he sticks to his post no matter whether it is windy or rainy, cold or hot. But his efforts were not in vain. He won many badges, awards and certificates. Whenever I see these shiny badges, I feel a sense of pride.
One night, every household turned off the lights and people fell into a sweet sleep. The wall clock on the wall struck one, and my father dragged himself back now. He came home, sat on the sofa, and then took a shower. Just as he was getting ready for bed, a phone call suddenly came. My father answered the phone, talked for a few minutes, and then quickly ran through the dressing room and changed into clothes. I was puzzled and asked my father what had happened. He said: "There is a fight in he cheng, so we should deal with it immediately." I was puzzled and said, "You have just come home for a while, and you are tired enough from working during the day. Now you come back so late at night, and now you have to go out to work?" Can't you not go? You give it to the assistant to finish it! " Dad's face became serious when he heard this. He looked at me and said to me gently, "As policemen, we should be responsible!"! Where there is something, you have to rush there! " Say that finish, less than 30 seconds, I hurried downstairs and left in a hurry. I walked out of the balcony and looked at my father's distant back. Tears blurred my eyes. My father has always maintained a valuable professionalism in his busy work, and his image in my heart is getting bigger and clearer. I said silently in my heart, "Dad, you are my idol!" " "
Dad is not only dedicated, but also meticulous in his work. Once, it was dark outside and it was raining cats and dogs, but I saw my father sitting in a big wooden chair with the light on, analyzing where the car thief would be. Sometimes he picks up a pen and draws on a blank piece of paper, sometimes he stares at the chart analysis, sometimes he closes his eyes and frowns and meditates ... Suddenly he has a brainwave, thinking that the thief will commit crimes in Guangzhou, Jiangmen and Zhongshan, and his lair may be in Jiangmen. As long as we ambush in Jiangmen's lair, other areas will find people to ambush and search, so that we can catch them! That night, my father thought for more than three hours before he got a clue. Suddenly, a satisfied smile appeared on my father's face. He stood up and raised his hand, stretched himself and felt relieved. At this time, it is still raining cats and dogs outside. "Dripping Rain" seems to be a beautiful song, praising my father's rigorous and persistent work spirit. Dad is a good example for me to learn and a beacon for my life, guiding me forward!
When I grow up, I also want to be an excellent people's policeman. Like my father, I am not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I want to serve the people and be respected. I want to create miracles and get badges and certificates.
Chapter 2: My mother, my mother, is of medium build, with long hair and average appearance. Standing in the crowd, you may not find her at once, but in my heart, she is the best mother.
My mother is very ordinary. She is just a similar mother among thousands of families in Qian Qian. It is an instinct to love her children deeply, and she loves me in every way. From my birth, babbling to today, my mother's contribution to life and study is immeasurable. That I don't even know what kind of language to use to describe her more accurately. I clearly understand that in this life, my mother is the person I love most, appreciate most, trust most and rely most. Diary daquan
I have a mother who takes good care of me. I remember one day, in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. Dad is not at home on a business trip, which can only worry mom. Fortunately, my mother is a doctor and there are ready-made medicines at home. Mom will bring the medicine at once and give me an intravenous drip. I was in a daze because I burned too high. I just feel cold in my head. My mother must have scrubbed me with a towel. I know: My mother will stay by my bed all night. ...................................................................................................................................................................
My mother is also very strict with my study. Every time I come home from school, she always helps me patiently. Once, I made a math test paper. I made some mistakes because of carelessness. After reading it, my mother severely criticized me and even hit me. I began to cry sadly. Now that I think about it, I was wrong. She did it for me! I wish I could be more careful. My mother loves me very much and I love my mother very much.
I love my mother. She is of medium height, dressed in fashion, with brown hair, a pair of special eyes and two dimples on her face when she smiles. My mother is the most beautiful in my heart.
My mother always gets up the earliest every morning, because she cooks breakfast for us and always makes me eat well in different ways. She can cook all kinds of meals with nutrition, so my mother is both a chef and a nutritionist in our family. When I was sick, my mother took good care of me, fed me medicine on time, took my temperature, told me stories and tried to make me happy.
My mother not only takes care of me in life, but also is very serious and responsible in study. My mother always takes pains to guide me on issues I don't understand until I know them. I practice the piano with me every night, and it is under the escort of my mother that I persist.
Usually my mother always tells me to be a grateful person and an honest child. She said this is the truth of being a man. Mom, I remember. I can't forget your encouragement when I was absent and your praise when I made progress. Mom, you have worked hard. I love you.
Chapter 3: You are one of my books. You squint at the soap bubbles floating in the air. A touch of rainbow flows in this small transparent container, and it seems that it will overflow and fall to the ground the next second. You can't help but reach out and poke, but the fragile elf can't stand your careful care and disappears without a trace. You didn't care about this, but found it interesting, so you killed all the bubbles trembling in the air.
You smile so happily.
I can only play alone at home, such as putting all my collections together, directing and performing a short play, dubbing with a tired voice, and occasionally stopping, as if I remembered something interesting and laughed out of breath.
When I'm really bored, I can only stare blankly at TV, mechanically press the remote control board, and watch one program jump over, not knowing what to do.
I am reading you, staring blankly with you, and the clouds outside the window can't cover my little happiness in reading.
You did a lot of stupid things.
One day, ten shrimps raised in a bowl all floated on the water, half dead. You paused and shouted in surprise, "Look! Shrimp has grown up! " Later, someone told you with a smile that the shrimps were actually dead.
Since then, you have never found a shrimp in that shrimp pond, and you don't want to catch any more shrimp.
On a spring outing, you happily entered the supermarket with a "huge sum". I didn't expect to find that the paper money tightly held in my hand had already been thrown away. You cried with fear, and you didn't have the courage to ask adults for money. We can only invite friends from the same industry to announce the bad news.
Since then, you haven't lost money or pushed a car in the supermarket.
You carefully drew a no-smoking sign on the paper and wrote on it with a pen: Smoking once, fine 5 yuan. Specially write the words big and thick, and then stick them in the living room and study. You didn't receive a penny, and a few days later, those notices disappeared from the wall forever.
From then on, you don't draw signs, and you don't draw dance stick figures anymore.
Naive you, naive you.
When I read you, I will always be teased and laughed at by you, but I feel uncomfortable, like something is stuck in my heart.
What your eyes see is only a pure world, a pure world without impurities. You don't know that not all evil is punished by justice, and you don't know that no Santa Claus will give you a gift. You don't know anything.
I wish I knew nothing.
You don't have to grow up, you can always stay the same. Time can't take you away and time can't change you. I'm still moving forward, but you've been staying there. You are too far away from me, but I can't reach out and touch you, but I can see your smile when I turn around a little.
You are one of my books. Whenever my efforts are washed away by reality and I am exhausted after harvest failure, I have you by my side. When I settle down to read it, I always feel happy and complacent. Let me put aside my troubles in life and play with you.
You are my first and last dream.
Same you, same childhood.
Chapter four: My happy dream is tired of monotonous city life and I am eager for the liberation of my mind.
Riding a bicycle in the field, I saw the dog running happily, imagining myself as a puppy, running around excitedly in the field, if not vast; Barking at the blazing fire; Desperately dig a mouse hole with small claws, drive the mice out and play games with them; Fighting with other puppies for a piece of food ... what a happy life, full of fresh and free air everywhere.
There is a pond in front of the house, and there is a clearing by the pond. It's deserted and lonely here, and only a few unknown plants grow very tall. Imagine yourself as an ant. Wow, what a big desert! Every place is so novel and mysterious, waiting for me to explore. I will spend my whole life walking through this vast desert, looking for an oasis in the desert, taking a look at the camel and saying hello to it. If I am thirsty, I will climb on the cactus and suck its juice. If the weather is too hot, I will hide in the shadow of cactus to enjoy the cool. I was about to leave when I suddenly found a large oasis in front of me. I ran to it with all my strength, ah, what a tall forest and what a big pond! I gulped down the water and was almost dizzy with joy.
There is a big emerald in the house. I want to become a butterfly again and take an adventure in the dark forest. The towering trees are stacked on top of each other, blocking the strong sunlight until the heads are covered with brightly colored mushrooms. The branches are covered with cobwebs, and beautiful birds fly around and sing happily. The boa constrictor coiled around the branch and looked at me greedily. Behind the large thorns, it seems that there are hungry eyes watching me. It's scary, run!
I also want to become a tropical fish, jump into the clear waters of the Caribbean, shuttle among corals, climb the whale's back, but accidentally let it sneeze. The high water column threw me into the sky and fell again, which was very comfortable and soft. It turned out to be a starfish. I want to watch sharks play, watch the wonderful life of hermit crabs and anemones, and listen to the old man's fish cough all his life. Then I will follow you to other sea areas and tell my friends far away.
I also want to be a bird, fly to the Great Wall to sing, fly to Mount Fuji to watch the sunrise accompanied by cherry blossoms, fly to the Dead Sea to swim, fly to the top of the pyramid overlooking the Nile, fly to Notre Dame de Paris to ring the bell for the poor strange old man, fly to the Longrini Harbor Waterfront Park in Copenhagen, and wipe away the tears of despair for the mermaid by the sea. Finally, I will fly to Olympus to find Zeus and beg him to let all people in the world live a happy life, and there will be no more wars forever.
I still want to be many, many, and I want my mind to fly freely forever. ...
Chapter five: the gift of years "When I was a vague child in my memory, there were clouds floating in the blue sky!" " Listening to Phyl's music, I also entered the memory. In the inner sense called "memory", I received the gift of years.
Sometimes I see the sky is blue. Clouds are decorated on it, soft and white. Like cotton candy made without pigment! I really want to take it off and try it! But no matter how hard I try to stand on tiptoe, raise my hand high and try my best to pick. But I still can't do it. Therefore, he pursed his mouth high and showed all his dissatisfaction and unhappiness. However, I finally smiled because of one of my mother's "white rabbits". Everything was written on my face. I don't know how to hide. I was five years old then! At that time, I received "naive" and "naive" in the "memory" of my inner senses!
Sometimes when you see what other students have, you can show them to your friends at will. But I can't! It's not that I'm incompetent, but that I'm timid and dare not! I'm afraid they will laugh at me. So, I said nothing and did nothing. I just watched it like that. I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. But I still didn't say anything or do anything. However, when no one is around, I will keep rubbing my eyes until the crystal liquid named "tears" comes out. I think you can forget it after you cry! At that time, I said nothing, did nothing, and kept everything in my heart. You know, hide. I was 13 years old! At that time, I received "shyness" and "stubbornness" in the memory of my inner senses!
Sometimes, seeing others happy will make you happy. But after happiness, there is an inexplicable sadness in my heart. I can't say why, I don't know why! Therefore, I will always laugh, very presumptuous smile.
So, the class teacher will say me. I still stick out my tongue and smile. It's just, it's light. Don't be so presumptuous! I had a conflict with my good friend, but I didn't say anything, and I still had fun with my friends; Make jokes with others mercilessly; Heartless smile, very presumptuous! However, when I am alone, I will cry. Bury your head deeply and cry! After crying, I still have that kind of unscrupulous smile, which makes teachers and classmates have a headache. I was 15! At that time, I received "cover-up" and "sadness" in the inner sense of "memory"!
"There are never tears, not crying!" Phil's songs are constantly coming from the headphones, and I'm still wandering and spinning in my inner senses called "memory", unwilling to leave!
Maybe, what am I waiting for? Waiting for the gift of years?
Chapter 6: The smell of mom came home in the afternoon, and mom had already served the cooked food. A few bowls of dishes are steaming and fragrant. I quickly put down my schoolbag, suddenly picked up the rice my mother gave me, waved chopsticks and stuffed braised pork and fresh fish into my mouth.
"hey!" Why does mother only eat vegetables? A powerful question came to my brain to think; Last time my mother cooked eggplant and fried meat, when I ate eggplant with relish, why did my mother quietly pour the rest of the meat into her bowl? Thinking of this, I can't help asking my mother, "Mom, why do you only eat vegetables today, instead of fresh fish and braised pork?" Mom ate and replied, "I don't like it." Braised pork is too oily, and fresh fish is a bit fishy. Eat it! " "At this time, I thought: Isn't the meat my mother ate a little oily last time? Why does she still eat? Didn't she always like to eat fish? Now why do you say that fish is a little fishy and not delicious? All kinds of questions come to mind.
I asked with many questions: "Mom, didn't you like eating fish very much before?" Didn't you enjoy the meat in eggplant fried meat last time? Why don't you like it all at once? "Mom also don't lift ground to say," no reason, I'm tired of eating, don't want to eat, want to eat more vegetables and so on. "My heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle, and I suddenly understand that my mother who likes to eat doesn't like to eat. This is not an accident, but my mother wants me to eat more and make me better nourished. In fact, all my mothers like eating.
The next day, my mother made me my favorite "Qianjiang shredded pork". I put a piece in it, frowned and pretended it was terrible. I said to my mother, "Mom, why is the shredded Qianjiang pork you made today so terrible?" Do not believe you try! " I picked up a chopstick and put it in my mother's bowl. My mother tasted it and said, "Not bad! It tastes good, isn't it delicious? " "I don't like it anyway, but cauliflower is delicious." Say that finish, I picked up the cauliflower and sent it to my mouth. When eating, I secretly turned my eyes to my mother and found that my mother was eating the bowl of Qianjiang shredded pork. ...
After dinner, my mother understood what I meant and covered her eyes with a thin layer of fog! Mother was so happy that she turned the affectionate "fog" into two crystal tears. ...
Chapter 7: Life is like a blooming flower. "The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is bustling, all for profit. " It seems that we came to this world specifically for struggle. When we see birds on the green branches, white clouds in the blue sky, flowing water in the valley and happy insects, we can't help asking ourselves: What is the real purpose and meaning of life? All this beauty exists only because of the existence of life. Once life leaves us, all our struggles will lose their meaning.
Today, the year before last, many people knew that a teenage girl was playing in the playground of No.7 Factory when she suddenly fell down because of the root rot of the swing column, and the thick column hit the little girl. Someone once witnessed the tragic scene at that time: the girl kept twitching because of pain, and finally stopped breathing before the ambulance arrived. Those eyes that can't be closed tell people how reluctant they are to leave! If we often instill safety awareness in unfortunate girls, pay attention to potential risk factors and nip in the bud, maybe this tragedy will be spared.
This summer vacation was called "Black August" by the media, and many female college students went out early. The flowers that just bloomed quietly disappeared before they could show their beauty and fragrance. When we sigh, we just want to appeal again: cherish life and protect life! There is no doubt that women are vulnerable groups in self-protection. Facing the critical moment of life, we need the wisdom of choosing to escape, the wisdom of dealing with bad people, the wisdom of saving lives and saving the day. Life is really so beautiful but so fragile.
When we women go out, we must first learn not to take a stranger's car for small profits, let alone be an unlicensed black car. When you meet a suspicious stranger, you should step up and walk to a crowded place, or pretend to call your relatives. Don't trust strangers easily, and don't make yourself too conspicuous. I'm really in trouble. Try to stay calm. Don't provoke each other. Fighting is dangerous for women. Avoiding and cheating is the best policy, and resisting if you avoid failure. Remember one thing: there must be a safety line for everyone.
For personal safety and the happiness of family members, we should take precautions first and be vigilant first. Be vigilant in your thoughts and cautious in your actions. Build an iron wall for the building of life.
We can love wealth and vanity, but we cannot help loving ourselves.
Let the beautiful flower of life bloom forever under the protection of security, and let the happy family keep its charm forever under the escort of security!
Chapter 8: an unforgettable thing: family, like honey, gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage; Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart; Family is like a ray of sunshine in my heart.
That morning, I sat at the table and saw the breakfast on the table, but I had no appetite at all. I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, complaining to myself, "I'm tired of eating these every morning!" " "Grandma looked at me with an unhappy face and asked me why. However, I gave my grandmother an angry speech, and she didn't say anything, just put down her chopsticks gently and stopped eating.
I am on my way to school. Although it is spring, the world seems to be frozen at that time. The birds in the tree also bleat sadly from time to time, as if they were sad for my behavior and as if they were accusing me.
After school, I trudged into the house. I looked up, and the table was still full of delicious food as before. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed. I'm going to do my homework after supper. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my desk was clean and tidy, and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. Bookshelves are also in good order, like a paradise of knowledge ... Seeing these, my heart is infinitely moved. I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note on my desk: "Today, we are not at home. Don't stay up too late at night. It's cold, get dressed and don't catch cold ... "
Seeing this, I can't help it anymore. I lay in bed and cried. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will last forever even under the pressure of winter. Just like that ray of sunshine, it always warms my heart.
On the most helpless road, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the loneliest road, family is the most sincere partner, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign and a ray of sunshine that guides us to reach our goal successfully.