One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.
I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the old woman to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.
After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!
I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.
Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.
Now we are all busy with our homework, and all our rest time is spent studying. Piles of homework are overwhelming us, but if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" Most of our classmates will tell you frankly-praise, not freedom.
Yes, why do we study? Just for the praise of teachers, elders and classmates. Do your homework carefully, get the first place in the exam, go to a good school, for what? To praise ...
Praise is a kind of affirmation, praise and encouragement to us, and it is a necessity for the soul. With praise, we can make continuous efforts and achieve brilliant results.
However, how harsh teachers and elders praise them! When children and students do good news, although they say they are indescribable happy, their faces still look indifferent. A few simple words send us away and throw cold water on us. In an instant, joy was blown away like dust. What's left? Only helpless sigh. So no more anger, no more effort; So I lost my ambition; So I don't want to tell others when I have good news, so that the good things are lost in my heart and become permanent memories. ...
We hope that parents and teachers can give us praise again and again, even if it is a compliment, an encouraging look, a sincere smile … but they let us down again and again, blowing away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there is less warmth.
However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cries; Who will really understand our ideas; Who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts?
Haha, this is my original weekly diary. Do you think it's okay?
When I was young, it was really interesting. ....
When I recalled my childhood, I felt that blood suddenly poured into my brain, and my brain suddenly became big.
When I was young, I had great courage. At that time, I dared to stand on the guardrail of the bridge and look down at the speeding cars. Not now.
When I was young, I dared to eat anything.
At that time, my grandfather once told me, "Chinese medicine says ants are tonics." So, when I was playing in the yard once, I naively grabbed an ant from the ground and chewed it down. I'm afraid to think about it now. If it doesn't die, my internal organs will be in trouble.
And "roasted dragonfly", which tastes good now. Find an afternoon, catch more "big skulls", then tear off their heads and bellies, put a stick on their chest and bake them with a lighter. Sprinkle the seasoning of "BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ BBQ" before eating.
Alas, I dare not eat now.
When I was a child, I was very agile. I flew over the roof of the warehouse all day. Not now.
When I was a child, I thought the world was just a painting. The blue sky, white clouds like torn cotton, ochre painted brick walls and snowy blue lilacs are really wonderful.
When I think about it, I feel my brain ache, as if I were going to die. .....