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A year in my heart _
Years in my heart _500 words 1 In my study career, many teachers helped me. However, in my opinion, the best teacher is our head teacher, Miss Yao.

Every morning, Miss Yao appears in front of us like a princess. She has long hair and bright eyes. How beautiful and generous she looks!

The teacher is as lively as our classmates. She likes to laugh. Every time she meets someone, she smiles. Playground, corridor, outside the school … whenever I meet Miss Yao, she will smile at me.

Teacher Yao also has a pair of talking eyes. As long as a classmate doesn't listen in class, Mr. Yao will stare at that classmate with his talking eyes. I remember once in class, the teacher was lecturing, but I was in a daze while playing with an eraser. Suddenly, the teacher's voice rose, and I looked up at once. I didn't expect the teacher to look at me. His eyes seemed to say, "Yuan Yukun, pay attention!" I immediately sat down and listened carefully.

Another time, when I was doing my homework, I couldn't solve any problems. I am very anxious. Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on my shoulder. It turned out to be Miss Yao. She said, "Do you have a problem?" I nodded embarrassedly. The teacher patiently told me again, and with the help of the teacher, I quickly overcame this problem.

Whenever I encounter problems, Mr Yao always helps and guides us patiently. When we regress, the teacher will encourage us and let us regain our confidence. When we got good grades, the teacher was happier than us.

Teacher Yao, you have taught us knowledge, taught us to be human, make friends with us and care about us. I'm glad to know a teacher like you! I want to say to you: "teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

I am looking forward to the year _500 words. Looking forward to the footsteps of 2008, the school has already begun to have a holiday. This year, we went to my grandmother's house for the Spring Festival, where the flavor of the year is strong. Every household hangs red lanterns, puts up Spring Festival couplets, buys new year's goods, buys new clothes, buys firecrackers and fireworks ... everyone is very busy.

This new year's goods should be purchased in advance. Ten days before the Chinese New Year, every household is busy steaming steamed bread, making cakes and cooking. Making tofu ... grandma is also busy making all kinds of preparations for the new year. One of my grandparents' pigs weighs 300 Jin. Grandpa invited a master to help me slaughter it.

Walking in the street, there are festive scenes everywhere. Pedestrians are in high spirits, and shops on the roadside are also very lively. Some people rush home for the New Year with big bags and small bags.

On New Year's Eve, every family is the busiest. Early in the morning, every family is busy cooking, because today they are going to burn paper for their ancestors to commemorate them. I am also busy posting Spring Festival couplets and blessings. Generally, it must be done before noon. In the evening, every family is brightly lit and beaming, and the whole family gets together, eating all kinds of delicious food, drinking wine, toasting each other, talking and laughing, and having fun. Then set off firecrackers and fireworks, and the night sky became a gorgeous garden in the interweaving of firecrackers and fireworks. Looking at these beautiful fireworks, I danced in the yard, and my grandparents were very happy. At eight o'clock, everyone began to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts also prepared red envelopes for my little brother and me, saying they were lucky money.

Ah! The flavor of hometown is reunion, warmth, happiness and joy! I love my hometown, and I love the taste of my hometown more!

The Year of My Heart _500 words 3 University, a strange name for me. Out of curiosity, I talked to my parents about college. My mother showed me photos of my college days, and my father told me about all kinds of study life in college.

I saw the campus of Mom's University with trees and trees, gardens and landscape art everywhere, modern teaching buildings and classical and elegant buildings. The two ponds are surrounded by a building. There are slender willows beside the ponds, which are soft and drooping. Students can swim happily on bicycles. There are two-story restaurants, countless basketball courts, badminton courts, gymnasiums, libraries, laboratories and dance studios, as well as various activity clubs, including chess clubs, photography clubs, handicraft clubs, dance clubs, animation clubs and press reception clubs ... University life is rich and colorful.

Just as I was intoxicated with the scenery of the university campus, I turned to a photo of my mother reading in the dormitory at night. I think my mother knows everything, and teaching me so much knowledge should be inseparable from her efforts. My mother used to be the captain of the school dance team when she was in college. I envy the photos of various performances.

The photos of the university were presented to me one by one, which made me yearn for it. It turns out that college life is so rich and interesting.

Dad said, "What do you want to do in your future university?" With the yearning for the university, I hope my university has a green grassland where I can enjoy the baptism of the sun. In spring, the early warbler sings at the top of the tree, cicadas sing in the shade in summer, the golden laurel in the Mid-Autumn Festival spreads rich fragrance, and the moonlight in winter night weaves magical patterns on the ground. There are vast libraries, brotherly classmates, wonderful parties, colorful club activities and laughter everywhere.

Although the present university is still far away from me, the future university life is like a blank picture, but from now on, I will study hard, cast the "key" to open the door of the university, and try my best to paint a beautiful picture of my future with wisdom and hands.

My father is a very ordinary person, but there are many places worth learning.

Dad is a diligent and studious person. I remember when I was in the first grade, my father often dictated to me in his nonstandard Mandarin, which caused me to make several mistakes because I didn't understand dictation. I couldn't stand the bright red fork, so I went to my mother. Dad immediately understood that he wanted to learn standard Mandarin. Dad came to worship me as a teacher and looked at his sincere eyes. I accepted this apprentice. At first, I was really speechless about my father's language with Sichuan accent, but my father didn't lose heart, but practiced hard. Day after day, my father finally learned to speak standard Mandarin, all because he has the advantage of concentration.

Dad is fair. I believe that students who have younger brothers and sisters at home have a pain in their hearts, that is, their parents are eccentric. Every time I make a mistake, it must be the big boy who scolds me My family also has an eccentric mother, but fortunately, there is also an eccentric father. If my cousin and I go to play with sand and play like a little eye inflammation, my mother will blurt out and scold me for taking my cousin out to play. She is a naughty child and an irresponsible sister. But if dad were here, he would definitely ask first and then make a fair decision.

Dad likes reading. There is a bookshelf in my home. The upper two floors are my father's and the lower two floors are mine. Dad's books are so thick that two or three of mine are worth one of his. Because I'm afraid I'm addicted to TV, my mother stipulates that I'm not allowed to watch TV, play computer and read books from Monday to Thursday night. Actually, I didn't like reading at first. Every time I jump rope or go downstairs to play, my love for reading is also influenced by my father. Every time my father finished eating, he read the book with relish. Out of curiosity, I sat next to him and watched it with him. Slowly, I fell in love with these books with only words. Now I have finished reading my book and am attacking my father's book.

I love dad! He is my role model.

In my opinion, the history of science is a vast sky with no boundaries. I have fantasized about how to create miracles in science countless times.

When I was still learning English, I once saw the word "science" with a picture of "light bulb" on it, so that light bulbs were often called science when I was a child. Mom just frowned and said, "Science is not a light bulb, but a light bulb is science." I nodded puzzled and continued to set up my building block overpass.

When I was older, I went to primary school, and my father enrolled me in a remedial class. I walk to and from school with my friends who grew up together, and I don't need an adult to pick me up. We have to walk at night after school at night and need flashlights. The two of us are holding hands, one pressing the front and the other pressing the back. I saw the shining flashlight in my hand and blurted out, "How do you think this small flashlight shines and how to install it?" She looked down at the flashlight, sipped her mouth and shook her head. Obviously, this question stumped us. Later, after reading the book, I found out that it was originally from technology.

Now, when I was growing up, I began to pay attention to the things around me. When I took a shower, I seemed to find something like a treasure map and exclaimed loudly, "Yuba stopped as soon as it was closed, and didn't even drop a drop of water. It's amazing! Does it use atmospheric pressure or has the same function as an automatic door? You can also adjust the buttons up and down. Why is this? " I am anxious to know the principle. If asked what this is, I think I will say: this is science.

Science is the evolution of human dreams and an unbeaten miracle.

My discovery may affect my life; My participation may make the world more colorful. And all these facts come from an ordinary but extraordinary word-science.

What does the word Nian _500 taste like in my mind for six years? The flavor of the year is red lanterns hanging in the streets and alleys, and endless fireworks and firecrackers in the streets and alleys; Nianwei is a delicious food on the dining table, and it is a candy preserves that can't be put in New Pants's pocket of new clothes; The flavor of the year is a ticket for my father to return home after many twists and turns, and it is also a feeling of reunion and celebration for wanderers who are far away from home.

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. The Spring Festival is coming, and every household in the streets is brand-new, filled with joyful laughter and full of the flavor of "Year". A series of crackling firecrackers kept ringing. "New Year, New Year!" Whenever Chinese New Year comes, our children will run into the yard with great interest and can't wait to play with the firecrackers already prepared. This is an exciting moment that my brother and I have been waiting for. "Pop ..." The firecrackers were deafening, and the strong smell of smoke made people both suffocated and excited.

Then there is the reunion dinner. I didn't know until I watched the Manchu-Han banquet that a little greedy cat was about to start! Braised prawns in gold sauce, braised pork in China, tender crucian carp ... Between the cups and cups of my parents and elders, I was swept away and wolfed down, and there were oil drops on the table from time to time. I smiled inadvertently, and my mother looked at me and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"Congratulations on making a fortune, bring the red envelope!" A familiar voice came, it's time to send lucky money! I quickly put down my chopsticks, smiled casually on my face, walked around happily with a red lantern, and looked at the bulging small wallet in my pocket. I smiled.

"Cousin, cousin, come out and play!" After the firecrackers, "whoosh", the crisp sound of fireworks marked the sky, colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the light of fireworks dyed the sky colorful, and the sky suddenly became a beautiful palace.

A faint taste of the year, a deep complex, the taste of the year is the taste of home, the taste of love and the taste of happiness. This is the flavor of the year in my heart, full of warmth and joy.

In my heart, the word "Year _500" 7 "firecrackers, except for one year old, spring breeze brings warmth to Tu Su, and every family will change their old peaches every day". Only when I saw Wang Anshi's "January Day" did I find that the Spring Festival had quietly arrived.

After packing our bags, our family of three set foot on the way home. The bus bumped for more than two hours and finally arrived at the door. As soon as I entered the door, I saw grandma sitting there washing vegetables alone. The sun shines and the silver wire flutters in the wind. "Grandma, I'm back!" I shouted loudly, and grandma quickly looked up, paused and said happily, "Oh, my grandson, you are finally back!" " "Then one hand carries the food, and the other hand supports the small bench next to it to get ready, but it is very difficult. I quickly ran to help grandma get up. Grandma held my hand tightly and refused to let go. She is very happy.

After I packed my bags, my grandmother brought me a lot of snacks that she specially prepared for me in advance, and told me to wait for her to pack jiaozi while eating. I couldn't sit still, so I went with my grandmother. Grandma lives in the countryside and uses a firewood stove, so she needs chopping wood to make a fire. But there was only coarse firewood at home, so I picked up an axe and started chopping wood regardless of dissuasion. No matter how hard I try, the axe can't land according to my idea. I was tired, my back ached, and finally my father came to help me.

Into the room, mom and grandma have prepared the meat stuffing and started making jiaozi! I saw my mother pick up the dumpling skin, put the stuffing on it, put her hands inward and held out a lovely jiaozi. Of course, Grandma's speed of wrapping jiaozi is slower than Mom's. After wrapping one, she always looks at it, first, to see if the bag is good, and second, to see where it is not tightly wrapped. Grandma's jiaozi is big and stuffed, like a gold ingot.

Jiaozi into the pot, it was a painful moment. The smell wafted out of the pot and hit my nostrils. I stared at jiaozi in the pot like a prey, and finally cooked it. I wolfed down a bowl despite the boiling soup.

The flavor of the New Year in my heart is jiaozi wrapped by my grandmother, and it is also the taste of the family getting together to eat jiaozi.

The recent rainy weather in my heart is really not very pleasant, but the jubilation of the New Year has squeezed into the rainy sky, and then sometimes people in the street will be seen rushing home with big bags. Everyone has a smile on his face and new clothes in his hand, which reminds me of the custom of wearing new clothes for the New Year.

I was always so happy to wear new clothes when I was a child. No matter the style and brand of new clothes, as long as they are new, I will be overjoyed and feel that they are the best symbol of Chinese New Year and the best clothes in a year.

As early as before the Spring Festival, in order to receive friends and relatives to pay a New Year call, we will clean the house inside and outside, and put couplets on the door to pray for good luck. Traditional couplets are written in black or gold on red paper, and "deep pockets", "rising step by step" and "prosperous fortune" are all auspicious words anyway.

Sending the Kitchen God is a great event before the Spring Festival. Grandma said that the Kitchen God sent it on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, and then the Kitchen God returned to heaven to report to the Jade Emperor about the world events. People all hope that Kitchen God can put in a good word for them, so people will prepare some rich offerings to worship Kitchen God on this day.

New Year's Eve is extremely important to people. On this day, people are ready to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and have a family reunion dinner. The annual reunion dinner can fully reflect the mutual respect and care among family members. After the reunion dinner, I began to celebrate my birthday.

What is most worthy of children's happiness is not only wearing new clothes and playing firecrackers during the New Year, but also receiving lucky money from adults. Receiving lucky money can also be said to be a red envelope, because red symbolizes vitality, happiness and good luck. Adults give red envelopes to minors to show their blessings and good luck. It doesn't matter how much the red envelope is, it is mainly to make the children happy. Its main meaning is on red paper, because it symbolizes good luck.

In the sound of firecrackers, the Spring Festival has long passed, but the flavor of the year still lingers and still gives people endless aftertaste.

Nine books with 500 words in mind are the ladder of human progress. When it comes to books, everyone will be familiar with them, because they are indispensable items in our lives. People who love books will put their favorite books on their pillows and read them before going to bed every day. I am no exception. I put my favorite books on the bedside table and read them several times a day. The name of this book is Unforgettable Summer.

This book tells the story of a little girl named Tingting. Tingting was punished by her teacher and father because she was undisciplined at school, so she left home angrily and went to the countryside to find her grandmother. But grandma's house is also boring. Every day, she either bathes the puppy or helps grandma with things. Fortunately, Tingting met her fifth year, Guai and Uncle Yulao. They had a good time fishing, climbing mountains and listening to their uncle's scientific knowledge. It is precisely because of this special experience that Tingting has become a positive and good boy.

The content in the book is very interesting. I read it again and again, and every time I read it, I can realize different truths from it. In fact, everyone should have confidence in themselves. Like Tingting, she didn't like thinking before and was often criticized by teachers. But in a summer vacation, she has undergone earth-shaking changes, not only gaining happiness, but also becoming a good helper for teachers in the new semester. We should also believe in ourselves. No matter how we performed in the past, as long as we have confidence in ourselves, think seriously and do it, there is nothing we can't do.

Believe me, nothing is impossible, only I don't want to do it. Let's study hard in the new semester and read more useful extracurricular books to make ourselves better!

In my mind, the straight line of 10 is flowing. Beauty, the mountains are majestic, the silk is soft ... There are still many around us: teachers are beautiful because of teaching and educating people, doctors are beautiful because of saving lives, and workers are beautiful because of serving the society ... My parents are the most beautiful in my heart because of their parenting and everything they have done for us.

I remember once, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally found a box under the bed. I was about to open it when my mother grabbed it and put it away.

A few days later, my mother went on a business trip and showed me the house. This is a good chance to solve this secret, and I won't let it go. I searched for it for half an hour and finally found it.

I couldn't wait to open it, but what I saw was disappointing: there was no gorgeous dress or dazzling jewelry in the box, but an old envelope. I still can't help but open the envelope. There are three photos and a piece of paper in it. These photos were taken when my mother was ten, twenty and thirty. The note reads: Thirty years have passed, and I have changed from that baby face to a mature face, and from that mature face to a face with some wrinkles.

Looking at these, I can't stop crying anymore. It slid down my cheek towards the photo with a loud voice. I woke up from drunkenness and suddenly wanted to do something for my mother.

I sat on the ground and meditated, and found nothing. My mother is almost forty years old. I took out my mother's present photo and observed it carefully. I found more wrinkles, a yellower face and more white hair ... how tired and bitter did my mother suffer for us? This virtue of my mother is irreplaceable, and she will always be the most beautiful in my heart!

I put my mother's latest photo in the box, picked up a pen and wrote on that paper with a smile: Although time has passed a lot, my daughter wants to say to you-Mom, you are always the most beautiful in my heart! ......

The year in my mind is 1 1. Every New Year, people get together with relatives and visit friends, which is very lively. But in my family, the taste of the year has long faded, and only the years of childhood make me remember it vividly.

Grandma's house was a small bungalow when I was a child. During the Spring Festival, my family will gather in this small bungalow. Although the house is small, everyone will not be discouraged. My neighbor's children will often play with me in my grandmother's yard, and no one will feel at home. New Year's Eve is the busiest time in this small bungalow. Adults are preparing a big dinner at home, while naughty children will run out of the yard and set off fireworks on a small slope. Even if their fingers can't bend with cold, their faces will be flushed with cold, and their faces will be filled with happy smiles.

During the Chinese New Year, grandparents will buy a lot of new year's goods, which gives us a "goal" of eating goods one by one. My chubby hand, which had just reached into the candy tray, was patted lightly by another big hand, which made me have to stop. "finished, found it again!" I don't know how many times this scene has been in my memory. Although I didn't feel very good at that time, I am still very happy in retrospect. When neighbors take their children to grandma's house, they often stuff a bag of candy, which is something I can feast my eyes on.

Later, grandma moved from a small bungalow to a building. Although every New Year, the whole family will get together, but there is always a lack of strong flavor of the year and the excitement of laughing with everyone. Everyone thinks they know each other very well, but they don't know that our hearts are getting farther and farther away and colder.

Nian in my heart, where are you!

In the 500 words of 12 in my heart, she watered my blooming life with sweet milk; When I was a child, she led me to run, jump and walk with strong hands; When I was a child, it was her affectionate call that made me out of the control of the disease and move towards health; When she was a teenager, she walked into the hall of knowledge with expectation and became a knowledgeable person!

She is my mother.

Some people say that the mother is a mountain, which gives the child the deepest nourishment. I said, my mother is a tracker, and I am a boat tied tightly by my mother's rope, pulled by my mother step by step, leading me to the road of life.

My mother is a lovely and respectable teacher. She has black hair and long eyelashes, which is very pleasing. The only fly in the ointment is that her bright eyes are covered by a pair of tall glasses.

She is as serious and responsible to her students as they are to me. What? Look at the schedule she arranged for me on Saturday and Sunday! Saturday morning: English. Afternoon: calligraphy. Sunday, too. After that, in addition to rest, I just read and write. Hey, whenever I bring this up, I can't help feeling a little cruel to my mother. Whenever I say I want to change the course, she always says it's all for me!

People say that your mother doesn't love you because she treats you badly. Wrong. Although she is strict with me, I can still understand her love for me. I remember that time I went to Beijing for surgery. Before the operation, my mother repeatedly told me what to do, but I didn't listen to a word. During the operation, I saw my mother's anxious eyes blend with my expected eyes through the crack of the door, and saw the bean-sized sweat and thin wrinkles on my mother's forehead. After the operation, my mother eagerly asked me how I felt and what happened, but I said in my heart that she was really nagging.

Ah! Mom, you are a carnation that never dies in my heart!

The year in my mind is 13. I used to be a pupa, a pupa wrapped in cocoon. Now I am a butterfly. I have changed because there is a sun in my heart that illuminates my way forward-my teacher.

pupal stage

When I first entered junior high school, I was like a pupa. I feel ashamed under the glory of my classmates. I swam in the dark whirlpool. The sunshine lit up my hope. When I was in the first grade, I once forgot to bring a water cup. My grandfather brought it to me and asked my teacher to bring it to me. When the teacher asked me, I didn't expect her to remember me in such a short time. Not only did she not feel that I was bothering her, but she also looked at me with trusting eyes and said to me seriously, "The teacher believes in you and should study hard in the future." Don't let the teacher down. "I can't forget the way the teacher looked at me, which penetrated people's hearts. At that time, I seemed to be in a warm ocean. I don't think the life of pupa is that hard.

The teacher's eyes are just a beam of sunshine, which illuminates my way forward.

cocoon

This is the most difficult period. There are three exams in the third grade, and the pressure is quite great. In the third grade, I struggled in the ocean of homework and problems, as helpless as an ant in the water. I failed several times in the exam, but I always couldn't get the score in my heart. I'm a little tired. The teacher also talked to me. The teacher either saw my fatigue and didn't criticize me, but encouraged me not to be too nervous, relax and face it with a normal heart. In this way, the teacher inspires me every day, teaches me, hangs me on the branches of learning, collects fresh knowledge nectar for me and sprinkles warm sunshine. Maybe sometimes, I will complain and the teacher will punish me. But the teacher said it was an indispensable experience on the road to success. I long for the sunshine shed by the teacher outside the cocoon. Under the guidance of the teacher, I peeled off layers of bondage, overcame many difficulties, and slowly changed with my hands.

Adult butterfly

Finally, I rushed out. Only then did I realize that the cocoon was so small. The wings behind me are so powerful. I spread my wings and flew to the "sun" in my heart to thank her. She just warned me not to be proud. But I know the teacher is proud of me, too.

I will remember my teacher's kindness and fly to a broader blue sky with the instructions and expectations of the "sun" in my heart.

The year in my heart _500 words 14 "The last years of the Eastern Han Dynasty were divided into three kingdoms ..." JJ Lin's classic The Romance of the Three Kingdoms is still very popular. When I heard that, the first person I thought of was Cao Cao.

Cao Cao, the king of Wei Wu in the Three Kingdoms, must be familiar to everyone. It is such a character that has left many different impressions in people's hearts. Some people criticize his hypocrisy and treachery with sharp words and envy others' talents. On the contrary, some people appreciate Cao Cao's generosity and resourcefulness. As for me, of course I agree with the latter.

The seventy-second "Yang Xiu's Death" in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, it seems that the arrogant Yang Xiu privately solved the chicken ribs, which was carefully arranged by Cao Cao, which shows that Cao Cao was resourceful.

The murder in Cao Cao's dream is about Cao Cao deliberately kicking the quilt out of bed when he was sleeping at night. When his taxi guard came to help him cover the quilt, he jumped up, killed his taxi guard, and then went to sleep, creating a murder lie in Cao Cao's dream to scare off those who were mean to him. From this I can see that Cao Cao is very cautious about everything, and I think we should learn from him. As the saying goes, prevent others from harming themselves.

Finally, Cao Cao was killed, apparently killing a great talent, but from Cao Cao's point of view, it was for the harmony between Cao Pi and Zhi. Cao Li, the prince of Cao Cao, was afraid that Cao Cao would not accept Cao Cao's decision. With Yang Xiu's help, he prevented Cao Cao from ascending to the throne, so he killed Yang Xiu. After killing Yang Xiu for more than one hundred days, Cao Cao died. Such a wily, resourceful and cautious hero is branded in my heart, and I sincerely admire him.

Well, this is Cao Cao in my heart. Seeing this, if you are interested in Cao Cao, then go and see The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Maybe you will have a different experience.

The year in my mind is 15. She is our second mother. We respect and cherish her. She's beautiful. Every time I see her face, she is very serious, but she has done too much for us. We put so much pressure on her that we cut her youthful and sunny body. However, she is still as beautiful in my heart as a girl of 18 years old.

The weather is not very good recently. A heavy heart is with everyone, but except a few people in our class who are contrary to us and a little lively, there is even the final result-being in trouble (being late). In this case, our class gave double time to repay the loan, but one of these people didn't keep the appointment and ran away alone after school.

Probably because of this incident, her mood has dropped by a grade. One day, on the third night of self-study, she said that she would dictate English words for a while, and then there was a sigh that I didn't want to dictate. She understood why I sighed. She got angry and scolded me. I spat out my tongue in shame. After a silence for a while, she suddenly asked, did you just have a physics exam? We nodded and answered, and then she asked us about the exam results.

We answered 55 points, 53 points, 54 points and 5 points1point truthfully. Followed by more than 40 points, 30 points and 20 points. This time, she was really angry. She shouted a lot of words angrily and then strode away. We know why she is angry and why she is angry. For us, after studying at night for so long, her grades have not improved. How can we go to school with such achievements? After a short silence, I understand that there are hurts and hurts in anger. Hurt, hurt for our exam results. I hate it, because we have hated it for three years.

When we grow up, can we still remember the most beautiful woman and the one who was deeply hurt by us?

Love her-her in my heart, our class teacher.