Zhou Wen walked down the street with a bench in his arm, and a man next to him was also carrying a bench. This guy looks silly and has to pick his nose from time to time. His name is Huang Yingchun, a classmate and best friend of Zhou Wen's in grades three, four, five and six. Generally, boys who are not good-looking are slovenly, and it is futile to dress up again. British Huang Chun knows this well. Anyway, she has grown up like that and cares about her personal image.
In fact, Ying-chun Huang is not stupid, but simple, so simple that she has never scolded anyone. The results are not too bad, and I have been in the top 29 of my class for ten years. He is particularly good at mathematics. Because of his strong logical connection, the process of solving problems is generally composed of step-by-step formulas, and often a whole page is full of other formulas. It was not until I learned the equation that things got better. Ying-chun Huang and Zhou Wen have the same fate-he was born prematurely.
Their personalities are also very similar. They never give in to Yin Wei, the Chinese teacher. That is to say, they never go to the teacher's house to buy things. As a result, they are both finished. Looking back at that time, marching with Huang Yingchun was also a very pleasant thing, although it was a bit hard. The four of them are talking and laughing at the back of the classroom, enjoying themselves, but they just wish they could get together and play mahjong. At first, the two were still talking and laughing; In the middle, I began to sweat. Looking at the swaying sunshine, I could see that two people were constantly "smoking". As described in martial arts novels, when a master reaches the peak of his skill and meditates, his head will emit smoke; In the final stage, his legs twitched uncontrollably and his whole body would "smoke", which was an extraordinary performance of martial arts. At this time, two people prayed for the arrival of the bell in the deepest part of their hearts, but the bell didn't come like a shy little girl. It's like a tryst between two people Men must not be late, women must be late.
The two had to gnash their teeth.
After 40 minutes of inhuman torture, the two finally got out of prison. Suddenly paralyzed to the ground.
"I'm ashamed," Zhou said.
"I am sweating."
"I'm sweating by the waterfall!"
"I am Genghis Khan!"
Always like this.
Zhou Wen asked, "Huang, which class are you assigned to?"
"My surname is not Huang!" Huang Yingchun was filled with indignation.
Zhou Wen's English is so poor that he can't even write English. He only knows that English is called English and English comes from the west. Only some very basic words: no, yes, yes, go and so on. I finally learned a difficult English, so there is no reason not to show it off. Forced to name Huang Yingchun "Huang Yingchun". Later, I found that the name was too awkward, so I simply called it "yellow".
"Be content, I don't even have an English name, just make do!" Zhou Wen taught me.
"Well, it's an English name anyway, although it's yellow." Zhou Wen successfully taught Ying-chun Huang.
Zhou Wen asked, "I'm in Class Five, and you?"
"I'm next door to Class Three and Class Five."
"I'm afraid Class Four is next door to Class Five?" Zhou Wen has nothing to say.
Here it is necessary to explain why Zhou Wen and Huang Yingchun took the bench to the streets. Of course, they won't take benches to the streets to buy food, just because the school leaders are thrifty and advocate making the best use of everything, and they don't even buy benches, so they have to let the students bring them themselves.
Only in class five did I find that the position inside had been taken away, leaving only one person. Zhou Wen was forced to "choose" the only vacancy. This position is the last row, but that's what Zhou meant.
The classroom is boiling against the sky, and students are having a heated conversation with their new classmates to promote their emotional development. Zhou Wen is also a good friend, and his deskmate is a good object.
"Hello, what's your name?" Zhou Wen turned to ask the single thin deskmate who looked a little weak next to him.
"What about you, Wang?" Wang asked.
"Zhou Wen." Zhou Wen said quietly. After answering, I found that the name Wang was too strange, which made me a little scared.
Zhou Wen looked around and saw that many students with good grades in grade six would be here. It seems that Class Five is really an elite class.
Class five is the best class in senior one-the so-called best class is the teacher's meanest class. Most students in the class get good grades, but there will be exceptions. They all came in through the back door through relationships. Zhou Wen is an exception. Class 4 is second only to Class 5, followed by Class 3, Class 2 and Class 1. Class one is the worst, and all kinds of rubbish are crammed into this class. If Zhou Wen relies on his strength, he can only enter Class Three.
With a brush, the classroom suddenly quieted down, and Zhou Wen looked out of the window in a conditioned way. Sure enough, the teacher came.
The teacher walked in leisurely. Zhou Wen immediately thought of a word on the spot: pig. Then the scene of the teacher endorsing the pig feed appeared: the teacher was holding a big bag of "Pig Baby Music" in his hand. Every word has power ":Piglet brand pig feed, just eat it! Zhou snickered at this, and Wang Youle said mysteriously, "Alas, look at the teacher's eyes." Zhou Wen a look carefully, wow! The teacher has a piece of gum in the corner of his eye and is still giving a passionate speech without knowing it. Finally, he seemed to notice something. After traveling, the chewing gum disappeared.
There is no class in the morning of the first semester. Let the teacher introduce himself and announce the school rules to the students. After a morning of self-introduction and school rules, it's finally noon. The students are distracted and go home for dinner.
Note: In Shouxian school, there is no lunch. Go home at noon and come to school when you are full.
If we are still children in grade 1 and don't know how to worry in grade 2, then grade 3 is a difficult song to sing, understand and learn! I want to pick up the dusty football again and walk into the black and white world; I want to play another game of chess and kill my opponent in the dark; I want to find my own sky again and indulge myself, but this is the third grade.
Yes, it is the third grade, and the hopes and expectations in the eyes of parents have turned into a bright future and future; The teacher's inculcation implies the importance and key of grade three; The love and care of relatives and neighbors have gathered into countless sincere blessings and good wishes. However, only the students feel more and more heavy and depressed, because they have lost the sound and laughter that they should have at this age. The world is full of contradictions. It is understandable that "loss" and "possession" exist at the same time. On the third day, although I lost a lot, I also had a lot.
The handout of the third grade is the silent HongLing in the eyes of the teacher; The exercises we tried to think about in the third grade are the scenes of the senior high school entrance examination in our hearts; A word from the third grade is a sincere blessing from the students; The choice of no regrets in grade three is the students' careful thinking about life ... Finally, I'll sing this song. Its melody is sometimes low and sometimes high; Its movement is fast or upward; His theme is clear and lasting ... Oh! The third grade is a song.
Qiu's mother-in-law stepped on Xia's footsteps again and came for a long time. When I saw the maple leaf falling in front of the door, I couldn't help thinking of the people, things and human love I admired.
That autumn, the new neighbor moved into the house, but there were only two little girls.
One day, I went out in a hurry and met those two little girls on the way. They are all carrying heavy things in their hands. Why don't they go out with their mother? Can you lift them? They just smiled and didn't answer.
I didn't understand until I went home and listened to my mother. Those two little girls who I thought were dwarfs were inarticulate. Suddenly I felt that their smiles at that time were so sweet.
The next day, I decided to visit them. As soon as I arrived at Grandma Wang's house, I heard a burst of laughter from the room where there was no movement in the past. Curiosity drove me in. To my surprise, they were chatting with Grandma Wang here. At this time, when they saw me, they still didn't say anything and smiled slightly. I feel very warm this time.
That night, I sneaked into grandma Wang's house without telling my mother. Grandma Wang is still awake. I chatted with her for a while and saw that the wrinkles on grandma Wang's face were light. I know this is their credit. Their love and care for others deeply touched me.
Although I don't have much contact with her, their enthusiasm for others deeply infected me.
They are beautiful and pure in heart. They are full of yearning for the world. They always smile at everyone. I think they forget that they are also people who need help.
We didn't thank them!
The tree without maple leaves will sprout and grow next spring, providing shade for people, just as they have a warm heart.
I appreciate that person, that thing, that human love.
Without you, there would be no me in this world. I am the continuation of your life and you are the beginning of my life.
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The drizzle was slightly cool, and I walked on the road, enjoying the rare coolness of this summer. After many days of exposure to the hot sun, flowers and trees are also rejuvenated by the rain.
My aunt is going to have a baby soon, and I'm going to accompany her on orders from my mother. When I came to the ward, I saw her sleeping soundly, with a smile on her lips. Maybe she dreamed of my little cousin who was about to be born.
After staying in the ward for a while, my uncle came and I was bored, so I went out for a walk. Walking, I arrived at the door of the operating room and saw many people waiting anxiously. Out of curiosity, I sat on a stool not far away.
"I don't know who this child will look like." "It is said that the female father and the male mother are filial. I think this child must be like me. " "Brother, there is another sentence, my niece is like my aunt, and my niece must be like me."
For half an hour, the topic discussed by the family has been around this little life that is about to be born. I always feel a little strange, as if they have overlooked something important.
A clear cry came, and this little new life greeted everything in the world. My heart is beating with joy. When the family was about to rush into the operating room, the nurse came out with the child in her arms. They all surrounded the child and no one went to the operating room again.
They happily discussed everything about the child, who she was more like, how heavy she was, and how loudly she cried, and they all rushed to hug her. The discomfort in my heart is stronger. What important things have I overlooked?
Not a thing, but a person, a great mother. When she gave birth in the operating room in great pain, her family were talking about the child's appearance; When the baby is in urgent need of companionship, the husband just wants to name the baby.
Think of your wife, your daughter and your sister. Why doesn't anyone care about her? Both are life. Don't people who have experienced life and death deserve a word of comfort? I went home disappointed.
A few days later, I welcomed my little cousin outside the operating room. When everyone was immersed in joy, I said to my uncle, "Go and stay with my aunt. I want to see her too. " When my aunt, pale and extremely weak, saw us, her face became happier.
Without these great mothers, there would not be so many new lives. Children are important, but can we ignore their mothers for the sake of children?
Since he came back from the Western Heaven, Wukong wanted to learn a new skill, so he worshipped the old gentleman as his teacher.
So the old man asked the Jade Emperor to hold a class for all the immortals to study.
Today is Wukong's first day of school. The old gentleman on the throne teaches you straight lines, rays and line segments.
The old gentleman in Taishang asked everyone, "Who can represent straight lines, rays and line segments?" .
The first one who came up was the Buddha who popularized thunder. He performed line segments and rays respectively, but he can't perform straight lines.
The second is the northern Zhenwu Emperor, who also performed line segments and rays respectively, but he can't perform straight lines.
The third performance is Nezha, the great god of Three Tans printing the moon. He performed line segments and rays with a fire-pointed gun and Tencel respectively, but he could not perform straight lines.
The fourth is Emperor Wen of Sui, Jiro JH. He said, "What's the difficulty? Let me show you. " . He opened his eyes and saw only lines and light, but he couldn't see a straight line anyway.
Finally, Wukong said, "Look at the strength of my old grandson." He took out the golden hoop and said, "This is a line segment". Then he shouted "long", and only one end became longer. "This is a ray," Wukong said, and then the two ends became longer and said, "This is a straight line."
Everyone admires Wukong, and Wukong is very happy.
Just this year, an unexpected thing happened at home: Grandpa left, and he left us forever. This is the first time I have faced death.
In spring, grandpa accidentally fell down and was in poor health. He couldn't even stand up. From then on, he had to lie down and do nothing, which made his temper even worse. He easily throws things and gets angry with everyone, making his health worse.
Then one day, he was sent to the hospital, even dying, and was saved by the doctor's full treatment, but he completely lost his ability to take care of himself. Looking at my grandfather with tubes all over his body, he looked pale and had difficulty breathing. My heart seems to have been pricked by a needle, and I feel heartache for the first time. Who made the seemingly omnipotent grandfather so weak?
Finally, grandpa left.
On the day of the funeral, watching people coming and going, bustling, it was like a dream. My mother cried like a crybaby. I asked my mother sadly, will grandpa never come back? Yes, my mother is a person without a father ... My mother sobbed and answered. I seem to suddenly understand something. In this world, there are really some people who have something to do and will never come back when they leave. Thought of here, and then look at grandpa's portrait, my tears can't help flowing down, flowing into my mouth along the bridge of my nose, astringent and salty.
At the farewell ceremony, I couldn't help crying when I looked at my grandfather's pale and unfamiliar face and thought that I would never see my dear grandfather again.
From then on, it took me a long time to understand that grandpa's departure was the day when he ended his own time and the day when each of us would end our own time. Suddenly I was surprised to think that one day I would also spend all my time.
To tell the truth, I don't care about time at all. I thought I was young and had plenty of time. I never thought that my time would run out one day. This awakening made me feel scared, and at the same time made me make up my mind: I must cherish time.
From then on, I began to race against time, rushing to school before the sun woke up in the morning, and finishing my homework before the moon was washed at night. I want to make every minute of my life full and meaningful.
Everyone's life is not eternal. What I can do is to do more meaningful things in the limited time, and finally become what I want to be, what live high wants to be.
I think this is the best way to commemorate grandpa.
The night is as cool as water, and the road extends under your feet. I am walking on the road, but my thoughts are like the first night wind. It turns out that the first day has passed.
Looking back suddenly, the first day's dribs and drabs, like leaves on a tree, are bright and green.
The first year of school is full of flowers and gorgeous flower season.
When I first arrived here, although I was still immersed in the free atmosphere of primary school at first, I finally realized that it was different. Later, he devoted himself to his study with full enthusiasm. On the way to school, fortunately, I made many like-minded friends, but we were rivals. We also take Suhomlinski's famous saying: "Friends often compete in secret, which can not only gain confidence in victory, but also enhance friendship" as the competition criterion. Every morning, I study by myself. I read the text like a fart. In the afternoon, I was busy doing my homework. In the evening, I sometimes listen to lectures and sometimes read books by myself. This way of self-study has continued to this day, because I believe? Make a study plan by yourself, so that learning will be easier. In this way, I am always strict with myself in class and after class ..... In the face of my efforts, God was moved, and finally "God helps those who help themselves", I am honored and successful? Completed the first year of school.
In the blink of an eye, bright flowers were suddenly knocked down by raindrops.
The first school year, full of tears, lost in the rainy season.
You never know, when I found that my enthusiasm was once again put into the study of the new school year, my grades were ugly every time, which made me very sad. When I found myself "responsible" in my study, I couldn't help crying because I paid too much and got too little. When you find yourself waking up from confusion, but you have no power to move forward, you will feel pain involuntarily.
In the face of this sudden pressure, inferiority overcame self-confidence, and reticence repelled liveliness and cheerfulness. Fog is misty, clouds cover the clear sky, and bits and pieces are sad tears! With tears and heaviness, I stumbled through the first grade. White with dense fog in the distance, is it entering? Is it a refund? Or stop? ? All right! Now let the night tell me the answer, walk into the suffocating night, let the darkness drown me, never come back, never come back to this classroom.
I have a wide range of interests. I like reading and playing the piano ... however, painting is what I like best and try my best to do. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, at home or at school, whenever I have time, I will pick up a brush, hook a little person, draw a leaf and draw anything I am interested in; Drawing on the ground, on paper and sometimes in books is often scolded by my father.
I remember one night last summer, my parents went to the movies, and my sister and I stayed at home to study. I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a new picture under the glass plate of the table-"deer, my favorite deer, draw it!" " While thinking about it, I opened the drawing paper, picked up the brush, and divided it by three times and five times. Because I was in a hurry, I drew a deer's head in the shape of a little goat's head. Wipe it and brush it again! But I drew the deer's head crooked again, so I had to play with it and draw a duck beside it. The deer looked back at the duck. Nice painting, not bad. My parents haven't come back yet, so I'll have a good time. What should I draw? After thinking about it, I first drew an endless paddy field and blue sky, and then drew a movable scarecrow. He stood in the paddy field with a bow in his right hand and an arrow in his left, guarding the paddy field like a soldier. ...
Just as I was admiring these two paintings, the door opened with a bang. I was busy stuffing the painting into the drawer, but it was too late. My father came to my eyes and my sister stood up. I handed them the painting reluctantly. After reading it, my sister praised my painting and looked at my father with pleading eyes. But where's dad? He's just a kid.
Hobbies! What's your hobby? Love those things that can't be forgotten after a tiring day; Hobbies are things that need to be done at will ... I have many hobbies: playing, drawing and making handicrafts ... but my biggest hobby is reading! Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. Sure enough: the composition could have improved my writing level; Handwriting can make me ingenious; Reading can improve my reading level; History books can help me understand the long history of China ... so many books can make me progress. How can I not like reading? If you want to know how I fell in love with reading? Oh, it's like this: when I was in the first grade, I found that many students in my class were very knowledgeable-knowing that there are extreme days and nights at the poles of the earth; Know all kinds of animals living in the tropical rain forest; Knowing that the area of the ocean on the earth is much larger than that of the land ... I envy it, so I asked Li Zhuoran, the "encyclopedia" of our class, "How can your knowledge be so rich?" He simply answered seven words: "read more, of course!" " Hearing this, I was very surprised. Looking forward to the weekend, I ordered my mother to take me to the book building. As soon as I got there, I immediately went to the children's reading area, holding a lot of books, and sat down and read quietly. Gradually, I found that the knowledge in the book is really colorful, astronomical and geographical paintings ... which greatly satisfied my thirst for knowledge and made me make up my mind.
"Have a meal! Did you hear that? Let's eat! " Listen to my mother ask me to eat again! At this point, I should respond to the last sentence: "I know!" " But my eyes are always inseparable from books that fascinate me.
Reading is an indispensable part of my after-school life, which often makes me forget everything. Once, I went to my aunt's house to play. I told my cousin it was fun to play hide and seek. I'll hide. They'll find it. I wanted to hide in my cousin's room, but as soon as I entered the room, I found a row of books called Naughty Ma Xiaotiao on one of my cousin's bookshelves. So I looked up eagerly, forgot to play hide-and-seek with my cousin, and even forgot to hide. Because this book is so vivid and humorous, I read it with relish and said, "Haha!" Every now and then. "Ha ha!" Laughter. My laughter alarmed my cousins, who proudly came over and said, "We finally caught you! Cousin, why are you so stupid? So many hard-to-find places, you don't hide, but you hide here? " My second monk was puzzled and said inexplicably, "What can't be hidden?" They suddenly blindsided and said, "Cousin, are you taking the wrong medicine or have a fever?" I said impatiently, "Go, go! Who has a fever? Children should not talk nonsense. " Say that finish, pick it up and savor it. Although they are still there, I can hardly hear their voices, as if there is only me and this book in this world, and nothing else exists. In this way, I have been reading this book there. I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished reading this book in one breath. For a while. . .
Looking up, looking up and looking higher is a kind of respect for life and the pursuit of a higher realm. Looking up will broaden your horizons and make your goals more clear. Even when life is frustrated, looking up will make your life more powerful.
Looking up can give people the power to transcend life. Shi Tiesheng, who suddenly lost his legs at the proudest age, can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. He is not a god, but also a man. He once thought of giving up, and he once thought of suicide. But just as he lingers in the quiet little garden full of afterglow day after day and constantly thinks about the meaning of life, he constantly looks up to the higher place of life and the highest value of life. Finally, he became strong, resisted and defeated his fate.
It is Shi Tiesheng's constant hope for the value and significance of life that makes him finally surpass life and live more powerfully.
Looking up can give people the courage to stick to their dreams. Yu Zeng, the founder of New Oriental, was an ordinary high school student with a plain appearance and average education. But the difference is that he has deep hopes for a better education and a higher realm, so he has no dream of being admitted to Peking University. Although he participated in the college entrance examination three times in a row, he was finally admitted to Peking University, but he always insisted and never gave up, which laid the foundation for his life's success.
At first, Yu was just one of us ordinary people, but it was because he looked up to a higher realm of life that he had the courage to persist in his dreams and made him achieve extraordinary success.
Climb high and look far, so as not to be intimidated by the immediate difficulties. Disney had a bold idea. He wanted to build an amusement park with the theme of fairy tales, but his loan was rejected by the bank several times, and some even said that he was crazy, but these did not stop him from moving forward. He yearned for a better world, and he was unwilling to be mediocre, so the largest amusement park in the world was born, which brought joy to the whole world.
Whether it is Shi Tiesheng, Yu or others, they are all ordinary people like us at first. They have no talent or wealth, but they are not willing to live a mediocre life, just looking forward to higher life value, so their life is more powerful.
Let's raise our heads and look higher, so that our life will be more powerful and more exciting!
10 We keep walking every day, but what do you think of this simple habitual action?
During that time, all kinds of troubles gathered, and I suddenly lost confidence in the future. Vague goals and stagnant achievements make me hesitate and confused. I don't know where I'm going.
One Sunday, my friend invited me to climb the mountain, and I went happily. Birds and flowers, fresh air and warm sunshine all the way made me relaxed and happy. When I went down the mountain, I vaguely heard the sound of flowing water. Looking inside, I saw the clear and bright spring water overflowing the rocks and splashing a little.
My friend said to me, "Let's walk along the mountain stream and see if we can get out of this mountain." So we gave our hearts to the stream and let it lead our thoughts forward step by step. In the process of walking with the stream, what kind of road we took-bumpy, stumbling, strange caves, brown spots and green moss, extremely rugged.
However, the mountain stream did not stop because of the twists and turns of the road. It still walked its own way silently. Finally, the stream took us out of the foggy mountain. We sighed lightly, ah, suddenly we felt that the scenery was infinite and the fresh air surrounded us, which was really comfortable.
My friend said to me, "Look, the stream is still flowing forward. Walking out of the mountains is not its only purpose. One mountain stream after another merges into a river, and they flow far away in search of the blue of the sea. Forever, forever, until it's dry. If the mountain stream is afraid of bumps on the road and just wanders and flows in the mountains, it will become a stagnant pool with no life at all. "
Yes, the stream has its enterprising spirit, but should we stick to our lives with our lives? That's for sure. Just as the seasons can't go, the years won't change, so we can enjoy warm and harmonious spring, sunny summer, mature and rich autumn and white winter.
As long as you persist in walking, monotonous and boring youth will become a beautiful kaleidoscope, showing you all kinds of scenery, so that you will never feel lonely and lonely again. As long as you keep going, the road of life will not only be widened by you, but you will also find that the destination called "success" is getting closer and closer to you, just between your moving feet.
In fact, there is no road on the ground, and more people have become roads. We must be firm in our goals and persist in practice and struggle. This road bothers us. Confusion is our thinking about life, and the result of thinking makes us walk more firmly. As long as we unswervingly follow our own path, the road will extend under our feet.