At the beginning of the year, 1 looked up and it was the sky.
Like the purest ice crystal broken, the blue sky is endless. Occasionally, a few thin clouds drift by, but this stunning beauty seems to be covered with a faint veil and illusory. At the Haitian Expo, it was already between the transparent spirits of both sides. There is no horizon, but a huge blue curtain in my eyes covers half the world. The strong sunlight is suffocating. The pleasant cool breeze is intoxicating. Leaning leisurely under the big tree, under the shade, eyes drooping gently. Summer, beauty.
However, nothing lasts long. After a long time, clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and the sky was still blue, but not as pure as the garden. There are some ripples on the calm sea. The wind blowing across the face has become bigger, making people feel dull and boring. Wickers are flying, branches are trembling, and leaves are dancing. The sun is shining and the heat is gone.
This scene didn't last long and changed again. The clouds in the sky gathered more and more, and finally swallowed up the whole jasper. The evil wind is blowing, the waves are rough, and a pair of mountains and rains are coming. Branches are broken and broken leaves are scattered. Dragonflies fly very low and croak everywhere. Small vendors set up stalls, and the river around the city is rushing.
Tick-tock seems to be a chain reaction. When raindrops fall, heavy rain comes. Thick cumulonimbus clouds seem to have been cut open, and the rain inside is like bullets. Accompanied by showers, occasional lightning tears the world apart. On the vast ocean, the stormy waves roared to the coast. The waves took off as if they could reach the sky. Branches are broken, broken leaves are flying, screaming and rushing to innocent towns.
I don't know how long it lasted, but the rain finally stopped. Gemstone-like color, like the color of coral in the deep sea. The endless edge, the sound of wild geese, and the smoke curling up from the kitchen indicate the coming of peace.
It was in the second and third grade, and one day my mother said that my brother and I were going to have our hair cut. I said, "Mom, it's too hot outside, and we have to give someone money for it. Why don't we cut it ourselves?" Mom thought about it, felt reasonable, and agreed. But she reminded me, "However, you may have been shaved by me." . Do you want me to cut your hair? "I agreed. So my mother began to cut my hair very carefully, afraid of cutting me bald again. Finally, I didn't even cut my head. I said excitedly and happily, "I want to give my brother a nice haircut." "In this way, I began to give my brother a haircut. I've prepared an elevator knife and a hair clipper (I'm going to cut his hair with hair clipper as little as possible, because sometimes it gets stuck). I also wrapped a piece of cloth around my brother so that his hair wouldn't fall into his clothes.
I'm going to start cutting my hair. I saw a little hair standing on the right side, so I cut it off with one knife. Then, I found a little hair protruding from the top of my forehead and cut it off. It feels so good. I feel like a barber. Thinking of this, my hands began to move quickly, and so did my scissors. When I saw the protruding hair, I cut it off without hesitation.
Finally, I finished cutting. I looked at it. Ah! Great! It's incredibly flat and there are no dents! Where there is long hair, I also cut it flat! I am really a master of shaving, and my brother and mother praise me. I'm proud, too. I thought to myself, a new generation of shaving experts finally appeared!
At the beginning of the year, I wrote a composition 3. Look! This little round face sticking out of the window laughs like a cramp in the mouth, and a pair of squints are squeezed like a crack in the door by the meat on both sides. Whose daughter is this? Look carefully, it's impossible! It turned out to be my own car photo, so the answer can be solved. But there is still something puzzling. What am I laughing at after this hour? Desperate memories, turning my head around, came to the day when I was 5 years old.
It was an ordinary day. On weekends, as usual, I sat in my father's jeep, waiting for him to take me for a ride. Alas, ah, this warm sunshine really makes people want to sleep. They are all soft and have no strength at all. They just want to lie still. But I can't waste this rare holiday. It can be said that "time flies, the sun and the moon fly." It seems that I must find something exciting to do. I looked around, looking for the goal of having fun, and suddenly my eyes flashed. My eyes were fixed on the steering wheel in my father's hand, and an idea came to my mind. With a gentle smile like a thief, I began to plan my great plan. I was silent all the way and looked like a mature adult. My father was surprised at this, but he didn't show it. He pretended to be very funny and asked me, "Hey, the sun didn't rise in the west today, but why did our parrot become silent?" Hum, want to know? I just didn't tell you so soon, otherwise my plan would fall through. I thought silently, then pretended to be very sad and said softly, "Hey, don't I have something on my mind?" Dad didn't think much of my adult tone, as if he saw my mind, but he didn't. He just followed my train of thought and continued to ask, "What's on your mind at an early age?" Haha, I'm waiting for him to say this. I was cheering for my brilliant idea, but I didn't know it was actually very clever. Dad already knows my childish thoughts. "Well ... Dad, I want to drive, and I will definitely drive better than you." "Oh, really? Then find an empty seat and try sitting in front of me later. I knew you had your eye on my junk car. Today, this old friend who has been with me for three years is a disaster, but let it die for my baby daughter. " Dad said with mock contempt. I was so angry that my nose smoked and shouted at it, "Don't look down on the people there. I'll show you the level of racing drivers later. " "Well, I'll wait and see." After crossing many streets, we finally found a good place where I can show my talents. I was as happy as a mouse at once, muttered something in front of my father, held the steering wheel I had been longing for for for a long time, and couldn't wait to start the car. But it's strange why the car just doesn't move. Alas, I couldn't step on the accelerator at ultra-low altitude, so I had to pedal my little radish leg helplessly. It's really depressing I stared at the floor angrily, complaining why it was so far away from me. However, I did not give up immediately because I made up my mind. It occurred to me that although I didn't have a chance with the accelerator, I was also close to the steering wheel, so I had no choice but to recruit my long-legged dad as my assistant for my "great cause". Dad stepped on the gas, I took the steering wheel, two plus one, together, golden partner. Let's go "Yes!" "ah!" It was a scream accompanied by cheers. Do you know why? To tell the truth, it's because that car is jumping wildly in my hands with the most popular street dance in history, sometimes left and sometimes right, which makes me feel no peace at all and makes me helpless and anxious. Now I can only ask the gods to protect me from hitting the trunk of the wire in front. I sighed heavily and felt terrible. "Don't worry, my little racer, as long as you straighten the steering wheel and don't shake it so much, you can drive well with a little turn when turning." Dad patiently guided me, but I was ungrateful. I also shouted at him disdainfully, "Hum, I still need your advice. How can a professional racing driver not understand pediatrics? I just scared you. The real performance has just begun. " I had the cheek to control the steering wheel as my father taught me. Although I was a little clumsy at first, I quickly mastered the essentials and gradually became familiar with it under constant exploration. I was possessed and drove around in the open space. It was not until dusk that I reluctantly followed my father home. On the way to watch the sunset.
I excitedly told about my driving adventure just now, bragging to my father from time to time, and my father catered to it very interestingly. I said, "Yes, yes, yes, our professional racers are really good. I need to ask you more questions when I have the opportunity. " "That is!" I said rudely. The childhood driving experience full of childlike interest is unforgettable. So far, when I hold this photo, I still seem to feel my proud, stubborn and immature laughter, so naive and carefree.
At the beginning of the year, I wrote a composition 4 childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. The most beautiful and true moment in life is this childhood moment. Speaking of childhood, the past is vivid.
I remember when I was five years old, my uncle had a little dog named Mao Mao. It has two big eyes like grapes, a small nose and white hair. It looks lovely and gentle.
It looks gentle, but it's actually quite barbaric. I saw the big sister next door kicking the shuttlecock before. I thought the hair on the shuttlecock was made of dog hair, so an idea came to my mind. That day, it was sleeping, so I walked quietly to it. As for me, I seized the opportunity to pluck a tuft of hair from its tail. It suddenly turned around, stared at me with that kind of hateful eyes and barked loudly. The sound was deafening, which scared me to shout like a wolf, fascinated me and went backwards again and again. It's also in hot pursuit. I quickly jumped on the kang and squatted down. Fortunately, my uncle "teaches dogs well", and there is a rule on the kang that dogs are not allowed to ride, which didn't hurt me, but it still scared me. My uncle, aunt and grandmother rushed in when they heard the news. My grandmother advised me to touch me and coax me. My uncle beat the dog and called me names.
But my newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and my character of not hitting the south wall and not looking back makes me ambitious again. This time, when it "slipped", I quietly walked towards it, but "learning from a painful experience" improved its alertness. When I was about to touch it, it turned around and made my slender hand bloody, and hit the south wall, pulling out the dog's hair and dying, but I got three shots of rabies vaccine. composition
Life is like a necklace full of jewels, childhood is a bright gem, and memory is Yang. Childhood is the most touching wave, life is like a big tree, and childhood is the most beautiful green leaf. Time is like a garden, and childhood is the most splendid flower.
After 20 years, everything has changed. Life has changed, family has changed, house has changed, car has changed … In short, everything has changed. If you want to know what it will be like in 20 years, please take a "time machine" to see it with me! !
As soon as I got to the station, the scenery in front of me surprised me. There are tall buildings everywhere. There are many things flying around in the sky. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a children's aircraft. There is also a house with automatic temperature control ... I have never seen all kinds of high-tech things, but these things are mediocre today. I can't help but sigh: after 20 years, technology is really developed!
When you turn on your mobile phone, other people's mobile phones are like "watermelons", only a little smaller than watermelons. I ran to the mobile phone store and found that there was an activity going on in the store. The original price of "Watermelon" mobile phone is 5000 yuan, and the current price is only 990 yuan. I was so happy that I bought it right away.
I turned on my cell phone and suddenly a short message came. I tried to catch it, but it didn't listen and I couldn't catch it. Now I'm more excited. I opened it, and it turned out that my former classmates wanted me to attend the reunion!
I opened the door and saw many old friends: Chen Yan, Guo Mengyuan, Ding Xue, Liu Xiaonan ... Chen Yan is a famous singer now, and his songs are very attractive. Guo Mengyuan is also good! He is now a well-known translator, proficient in various languages!
Ding Xue is now one of the best designers in the world. She designs at least tens of thousands of clothes, and many designers regard her as an idol!
We don't know what it will be like in 20 years, so we can only imagine and predict the future with endless phenomena. After 20 years, I am waiting for you! ! !
On the first day of the lunar new year, article 6 says, "Eat more meat and eat some floss. This kind of farm food is really rare in the city! " Grandma said, "I only come back once every few months." Eat more. " Grandma put the eggs in my bowl and brought a piece of litchi meat.
I wolfed down delicious food. I haven't eaten this kind of firewood and steamed rice in wooden barrels for months. Looking at the delicious food on the table, I can't wait to eat it. I heard recently that you are doing well in your studies. Tell me about it. Well, yes, you are the sixth in the graduation examination period and the 40th in the city, but you really rely on junior high school. If you study hard and come back to the top three in the class, my grandmother will be very happy. Okay, okay, I know, you said it at least ten times. To tell the truth, I'm used to this kind of talk and tired of others' nagging. In my opinion, this may be a kind of torture, a time-consuming behavior.
"Grandma, what do you usually do?" Grandma thought for a moment: "well, grow some vegetables and raise some chickens, ducks and sheep." Grandma is stupid and won't do any great work. " "Do you usually eat eggs?" "Well, eat, which egg is delicious", I have never seen my grandmother eat it. I walked into the ice and snow, took out the bag of eggs, pointed at it and said, "Compared with this, it is definitely delicious." I will fire another one. " "Wait, that egg was eaten by my grandfather and me. This is a feed egg. Can't eat well. " Grandma immediately covered her mouth in panic. "Oh, no, I think I put my foot in my mouth." What feed eggs do you eat? Didn't you say to eat domestic eggs? ""Forget it, I won't tell you the truth. In fact, I ate feed eggs, I hope you can grow up and make up some nutrition ... "I didn't finish listening, and two lines of tears fell quietly.
I put down the bag of eggs and went back to the table. I picked up the eggs on the table and sent them to my mouth, but I couldn't eat them, because it was the love of a man in his seventies, a love egg that could not be bought anyway. ...
At the beginning of the year, the ancients said: "Benevolence is the virtue of knowing kindness, and the kindness of dripping water should be rewarded by springs." We are faced with the help and encouragement given by the state grants, and all the thanks in our hearts can be summarized in a short but representative sentence here, that is "thank you"! With state funding, my road ahead is broader. My mind is no longer lonely and helpless. Thanks to all the people who gave us strength and gave us a flash study career. The dark sky is bright because of the stars, and ordinary us are no longer ordinary because of gratitude.
With a grateful heart, thanks to the country, thanks to the China * * * production party, and thanks to the company of state grants, the financial burden of our family has been reduced, our study and life have been materially guaranteed, so that we can study in class with peace of mind, so that we can know how to repay our gratitude, cultivate our self-confidence in life, enhance our sense of social responsibility and mission, and strengthen our belief in serving the motherland and the people. With a grateful heart, study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, strive hard, be inspirational, and become a qualified successor and builder in the future society. With a grateful heart, look at the life we are experiencing, the life around us, take good care of it, avoid trauma and be grateful for life. In order to repay the gift of life, we really shouldn't despise and waste everyone's unique life course, shouldn't waste our youth and mediocre life, but should let life reach a new height, embody the value of life, make life more meaningful and show the spirit of life. I will always stick to my goal, work hard and create a bright future of my own with youthful passion and perseverance.
With the support of the country, I deeply feel the incomparable warmth of society and always remind myself that this is an affirmation, an encouragement and a help to myself. It teaches us to help those who need help.
I think this is also the role of state grants. It enlightens us that "every drop of water is rewarded with a spring" and that "as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become beautiful"
On the first day of the first year, I heard the first cicada singing, which was the day before my birthday. It is as smooth and clear as silk, which indicates that the hottest day of summer is coming. However, I still like the chirp mixed with wisps of fragrance. It is a new neighbor on the tall magnolia tree.
When I was a child, I often saw cicada slough, golden yellow and engraved with folded feather-like patterns. Show it to my mother. My mother said it was cicada slough, and my father told me it was also a medicinal material.
Occasionally, my brother caught a cicada and gave it to me, so he put it in a matchbox and took it with him all day, listening to it. If it doesn't bark, he takes it out and gently presses its abdomen, and it will bark again. But I often wake up. It has been lying motionless and dead. I had to throw it away reluctantly.
Looking back now, cicada has always been my friend in summer. Sometimes, a person is locked in a room and prone on the window to listen to cicadas. I envy cicadas that they have a pair of wings and can fly to very high trees. Cicada's wings are thin and transparent, and the veins on them are like veins. It's really amazing that two pieces can support the cicada's heavy body.
Besides cicadas and scarabs, they were also my favorite toys when I was a child. Several old trees in the yard are rich in scarabs, although their branches and leaves are sparse. Maybe scarabs like to eat the sap of trees. At that time, my friend taught me to identify scarabs. The Monkey King is the least flightless, the thinnest and the most dexterous, and his color is green. Fat, flying fast, golden yellow is pig eight quit. He can't fly at all. The golden one is Tang Priest, and the humble one is Friar Sand. I caught four or five scarabs in the tree, put them on with sewing thread, and then let them fly together, fly far away and drag them back. I had a good time alone. Unfortunately, I can't find a small partner to compete.
There are many fireflies on the loofah flowers in the yard. They eat leaves with hollow patterns. When I was a child, I always caught fireflies in the sunset. It's a pity that fireflies don't always shine. Sometimes they catch it for a long time, but they can't catch one that can shine. So, after dinner, it was dark, and glowing fireflies flew out with lanterns. At this time, they were caught one by one, and fireflies flew over the wall in paper lanterns. Compared with fluorescent lamps, the cold light is naturally too dim, so they stay outside all night and are often bitten by mosquitoes.
Listen, know and call, know and know. Close your eyes and go back to your lonely childhood.
Turning over the dusty memories and going back to childhood, we will find that some things we did at that time now seem so stupid. However, childhood is like this. Who hasn't done anything stupid in childhood?
Back in time, I was six years old. That morning, my father went to work and my mother got up late. She brought me two loaves of bread and a bottle of milk and put it on the table. I was going to be late, but in this case, she didn't forget to nag me. I replied, "Oh, I know, I know." While pushing her out the door.
As soon as she left, my home became my world, and I rummaged around for food. Sure enough, many things happen. I found a bag of biscuits, sat next to the TV, turned on the air conditioner and ate it.
When I was almost finished eating cookies, my hand touched a packed bag full of nails and took it out. It read "Gan ××××", because I was only six years old at that time and only knew one dry word. I didn't think much at that time, thinking that all food bags must be edible. Willy-nilly, I tore open the package and poured the white particles into my mouth. Suddenly, an unspeakable taste filled my mouth, a bit like cod liver oil. I felt something was wrong at that time and threw up quickly, but it was too late. Although most of them vomited, they swallowed a small part. What are those things? I don't need to tell you, but you must have guessed.
At this time, my mother came back and looked at the desiccant spilled all over the floor. She immediately understood what was going on and punched me: "Eat, eat, eat anything!" " Do you dare to eat desiccant? "I didn't know what a desiccant was, so I picked one up and said, It tastes good. Do you want to try one? " Mom looked helpless.
Looking back now, it is really hot-headed, but childhood is like this. Who hasn't done anything stupid?