On Sunday, grandpa cleaned the glass in the shower room. The glass in the shower room is very large. Grandpa wiped and bent down to wipe his ass. Due to great power, the glass is shaking gently. After a while, grandpa held his waist in one hand and a cup in the other, and shouted, "Baby, get a chair for grandpa quickly!" " "I quickly brought a small stool and helped my grandfather sit down slowly.
Grandpa sighed. "It's no use getting old. My back aches and my legs ache soon." Grandpa sat on a small stool, rolled up his pants and pulled them to his thigh, ready to clean the glass below. Grandpa's two knees suddenly appeared two scars more than ten centimeters long, like centipedes. I suddenly got a sore nose and grabbed the rag from my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, you go to rest, and I'll clean the rest." I picked up the rag and wiped it hard. Grandpa said happily, "The baby has grown up." Then slowly walked out. My heart is full of sadness. Grandpa had an operation on his knee and couldn't stand or squat for a long time. He usually has to do a lot of housework for us. It's really too difficult. I must help grandpa do more housework in the future, so that he can save some energy.
We often envy others for being so happy, but we are so distressed or unhappy every day. In fact, as long as we observe carefully, we will find that Xinfu is always by our side.
Today, my little friend Xiaoming and I are playing and running on the roadside. Suddenly I tripped over a stone and broke my knee, bleeding. At this time, Xiao Ming quickly helped me up and asked me if I was okay. I said I was fine, and I was going to let him help me go home first, but he directly carried me on his back and left in a hurry. When I got home, grandma saw my knee bleeding. Before I took off my apron, she hurriedly asked me what was wrong. Grandpa, who was watching TV on the sofa, heard grandma's words and quickly found the medicine cabinet before putting down the remote control. Mom came out from home as soon as she was busy, and went to help grandpa find the medicine box without saying anything. Dad just got back from work, and when he saw that my home was busy and my knees were still bleeding, he quickly asked Xiao Ming what was going on. Looking at my family and my next partner, my nose is sour and tears are rolling in my eyes.
Afterwards, my parents and grandparents kept saying that I would be careful next time. I know they care about me and love me.
In fact, we all live in a happy environment. As long as we carefully observe, we will find that there are many people around you who care about you.
It is a good wish for me to travel in the summer vacation, but I know that traveling costs a lot of money, so I have never told my mother, but I just wrote this good wish in my diary.
One day, it was late and my mother had not come home. We were anxious to wait at home, so I called my mother and said, "Mom, when will you ..." Before I finished, my mother hung up the phone. I am even more worried: "It's almost ten o'clock, Dad, shall we go and pick up Mom?"
My father and I came to my mother's work place, and the lights in the whole building were basically turned off, except for my mother's office. We walked to the door and saw a hunchbacked man. Yes, it's my mother. She is looking through the information on the desk, yes, it is my mother; She turned pages and kept busy records. Yes, it's my mother.
I ran to my mother, only to find her sweating profusely. I said distressfully, "Mom, what time is it?" Why don't you go home? Let's go Let's go home for dinner! "
Mom said, "OK, OK, OK, we'll go home after mom finishes this order!" " "
Dad said, "Why are you working so hard? Let's go Go home and rest! "
"Oh, the child who has always wanted to travel, isn't it? Then I have to do more! When you get this money, you will accompany your children to travel! "
My nose is sore. ...
I will never forget it, nor will I forget him. Now that I think about it, my nose will be involuntarily sour.
In my community, there is a simple bicycle repair booth. The uncle who repaired the car was deaf and dumb, wearing a blue dress full of oil stains. I pass his booth every day, but I hate him very much. That night, grandparents came and the whole family had dinner together. Everyone was talking and laughing. Just as we were eating cheerfully, someone knocked at the door. I thought to myself: who is so annoying? It's really disappointing. I opened the door, and it turned out to be my uncle who repaired bicycles. He is still wearing that dirty dress. "Mm-hmm" said some words. I didn't understand and didn't want to listen. I said impatiently, "Go away, you are not welcome here!" " "Then slammed the door, and then I heard him knocking at the door from door to door. At eight o'clock in the evening, my father and I went out for a walk. I met that uncle again in the street at home. He pointed to the bicycle on one side, holding a bunch of keys in his hand, and said something to his father. Dad is smart enough to know what happened. It turns out that I left in such a hurry in the afternoon that I forgot my key. My uncle saw it, afraid of being stolen, and went door to door looking for me. My nose hurts as soon as I hear this.
Although his appearance is not beautiful, he has noble character. I am ashamed and grateful. He helped me, but I treated him like that. I left tears of shame.
I remember when I was playing with my neighbors, I accidentally broke a fleshy flowerpot, which startled my neighbors and my brother. We were running around the garden like ants on hot bricks. You know, this is one of my mother's favorite flowerpots. I was only five or six years old when I bought the flowerpot. The colors are evenly mixed, so it is an antique. As time passed, I suddenly had an epiphany, so I went upstairs to get glue and a brush to stick the pieces together. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see that it is broken. But my careful mother still saw it. However, that night, he didn't criticize me, but spent dozens of dollars to buy a new flowerpot. The next day after school, I found a new flowerpot with a sore nose. I still remember that day in my mind. Pearl-like tears fell and shone brightly. I regretted it, fought back my tears and rushed to my mother. That night, I confessed the whole thing to my mother, but my mother didn't blame me. She just said to me, "Be careful next time." Since then, I have been careful in everything I do. I always have that lesson in my mind.
I still remember the lesson of that day clearly, just like that tall coconut tree on the beach, which will never be washed away by the waves.
The train platform in Shenzhen, in my eyes, is a monster that makes me leave my family.
My parents both work in Shenzhen, and I go there every holiday. Today is the last day of the holiday, so I must go back to my hometown.
"Good boy, you must take care of yourself. Pay attention to keep warm when it is cold, open your coat when it is hot, don't take it off, be careful to catch cold. Tell mom what you want to eat, and mom will transfer money for you. " My mother held my hand tightly with tears in her eyes. "In addition, be nice to your mother-in-law, and don't argue with her ..."
What mother wanted to say was interrupted by the whistle of the train I held my breath and looked at her with nostalgia, wanting to stay here. Finally, my mother hugged me, and after a while, she slowly let go.
I reluctantly got on the train, put my face on the window and waved to my mother outside the window. Mother squatted on the ground and buried her face in it. When the train started, my mother immediately stood up, followed and shouted something. I opened the window to listen, but it was too far away to hear. Gradually, the train went faster and faster, and my mother's figure became more and more blurred ... I sat down and my skirt was wet with tears.
Suddenly, my mobile phone received a message: Good boy, see you in the Spring Festival! I bowed my head and smiled happily, with a little bitterness. ...
Teacher Yang has been teaching from grade one to grade five, and we have established a deep affection for each other. She is our head teacher, our mother, our confidant and our idol.
Once, when the teacher gave me a batch of compositions, I first found that the long black hair on the teacher's head was mixed with white hair. Ah, the teacher is only in his thirties, how can he have so much white hair! I remember when I was in the first grade, I could see Teacher Yang wearing waterfall-like black hair every day. I really like this long black hair. Now that I'm grown up, I'm taller than my teacher. Seeing the white hair on the teacher's head, I understand how the teacher's white hair came from, which was caused by the teacher's worry and trouble for us. The teacher worked too hard. Every time the teacher says something in class, it's almost dawn. It was cold, so the teacher reminded us to wear more clothes. When we came home from school, the teacher told us to pay attention to safety on the road. When we are sick, the teacher will call to greet us. Looking at the teacher's white hair, my nose is sour and my eyes are moist. Although we can't do anything for the teacher, I think the best reward for the teacher is to make the teacher less angry, study hard and get excellent grades.
My nose hurts. My friend called me to go to school to rehearse the dance.
How to get to school? I am in a hurry. My home is far from school, and my parents usually pick me up. However, I just had a fight with my father, and we were in the cold war. My mother is also angry at my ignorance. She suggested that I go by bus. However, I have never been on a bus alone, and I have no money! Ask mom for it. She said she had no change. Ask dad for it. I just quarreled with him. What a pity!
The phone was urged again, but in desperation, I trembled and walked to the small bedroom. Dad is writing a manuscript in front of the computer. I asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you have a dollar?" Then there was a silence. I had to run back to my bedroom and rummage through my wallet.
Suddenly, a voice came from the small bedroom: "No, I'm going with you, just because I have something to do at school." I put down my rummaged wallet, rushed to the small bedroom and said to my father, "I'm sorry, dad." Dad smiled and said to me, "Hey, hey, if you don't apologize to me, I will ignore you!" " "
"Dad!" I hugged him with a sour nose, and tears soaked my eyes. "ouch!" Dad pie pie said, "why, crying? Do not cry, do not cry. " Say that finish, dad stood up and pulled me to the door. ...
I have a bad feeling-sure enough, I failed three exams at the weekend, and I was depressed all day, thinking that my parents would go on the rampage when I came home. ...
On my way home, I suddenly remembered what the teacher said yesterday: "From today on, I will copy which part of the weekend paper I failed." I am desperate.
When I got home, I found a badly bent body lying on the table-I could see it writing. When I walked in, I was dumbfounded-my mother was copying something on my mobile phone screen-my failed weekend newspaper! Yes, my mother is copying the blank weekend paper given to me by the teacher! My steps are heavy, but my mother doesn't realize that her ears are usually sensitive. The pen in her hand seems to be dancing, but I am not happy; The pen in her hand didn't make a loud noise, but the sound of "rustling" echoed loudly and repeatedly in my heart. That piece of paper seemed to be folded into a sledgehammer and hit me hard in the heart. My nose hurts so much that I secretly cried. ...
Before 10, I always felt that my mother loved me very much. And dad, always a cold face to me, seems to have no feelings for me. Something happened the other day. I changed my mind about my father.
To tell this story, I have to start with my reading habits. I usually like reading books and newspapers, but I have a bad habit when reading-I have to be accompanied, or I will finish reading it carelessly. I suffered a lot from my parents. When I read a book, I must have someone to accompany me.
It was a day in the summer vacation, and I played wildly outside all day. When I got home, it was time for dinner. My father looked at me seriously, and I was so scared. Suddenly thought of the new book "It's hard to be a lion". After dinner, I took the initiative to hold the book and read it.
Dad saw it and sat on the sofa reading with me. I'm not upset at all with my father. Halfway through it, it was about twelve o'clock, and my father told me to go to bed quickly.
The next morning, when I was going to review my lessons and remove the differences on the table, the teacup was still hot. I touched the computer again, and it was warm.
My nose is so sour that I seem to see him sitting in front of the computer and staring at it for a long time. His eyes must be blurred, so I have to rub them from time to time.
That morning, I was deeply moved by this father's love.
I am sick, with diarrhea and vomiting. Finally, even the yellow water was almost spit out, and my stomach was empty and dizzy. Mother woke up with a start and came in a hurry before she could put on her big cotton-padded jacket. She restrained her sleepiness and rubbed her sleepy eyes to dress me. My mother kept yawning, her back slightly bent, and a pair of tired eyes looked at me with concern. Trembling hands gently caressed my back. Suddenly this hand seems to have magic, which makes me feel much better. She dressed me in a thick coat, put a bag on my back and took me to the hospital on a battery car.
The hospital is quiet. My mother was relieved that I was arranged to live in the hospital. She sat in a makeshift cot at home, got up from time to time to cover me with a quilt, send water and touch my back. The doctor is here. He gave me a blood test, took my temperature, said a few words to me and left. In the evening 1 1, dad is here. He brought me rice porridge, custard and chocolate. They sat around me, and the two of them covered me with a quilt for a while and gave me medicine for a while.
Late at night, I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my mother sitting by the bed. Mother narrowed her eyes and fell asleep on the bed, but her hand was still covering my hot forehead. Dad stood outside my ward, drinking coffee and leaning against the wall to sober himself up. I looked at my parents' tired figure and suddenly felt that the chocolate in my mouth was tasteless. As soon as my nose is sour, I can't help crying. I whispered, "Mom and Dad, I love you!" " "
A sour nose composition 12 I have been living happily with my parents. This time is a little special, because I want to go to Xialu Camp alone.
On this day, my parents and I set out for the theme park. At first, I was not afraid at all. Slowly, I felt something was wrong. When we arrived at the camp, we went to tidy up our bunk after signing in. I'm still folding the quilt. As soon as I turned around, my parents were no longer around, and the time for me to really live alone began!
"Dad, Mom!" I shouted, "Where are you?" My nose suddenly turned sour and I couldn't help crying. At that moment, I really felt separated from my family.
The seven-day summer camp solitary project is rich and substantial, but it will soon end. On the last day of the summer camp, I will meet my parents who have been away for seven days soon. I am excited to look for my parents everywhere.
The conference hall of less than 300 square meters is full of parents who come to pick up their children. Everyone's laughter and tears of joy filled the conference hall, but I still didn't see my parents.
"It's dad, it's my dad!" I blurted it out, then flew to my father and hugged him. At this time, my nose was sore again and I couldn't help crying. I have a thousand words to tell him.
Both of the above experiences made my nose ache, but this summer camp made me learn to be independent, made me feel separated from my parents, and made me love my parents more.
Once, when I was doing my homework, I went to the toilet, and my mother just dragged her tired body back. She opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise, "Why don't you do your homework?" Do you know what time it is? "I was so wronged that I slammed the door into the bedroom.
After a while, I thought about it and felt that I had done something wrong. I'm going to apologize to my mother. I quietly opened the door and found my mother working in front of the computer. I took a closer look and got a fright. My mother bent down and stared at the screen. Through the lens, her big eyes look so small. The tall body in the past is now blocked by the computer screen.
At that moment, I was shocked When my mother saw me coming, her back straightened up and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?" "Mom ... I ..." "Hurry up, I have some papers to finish!" "Mom, I'm sorry!" "Oh, that's why! It doesn't matter! " Say that finish, mother's back bent down again, fingers dancing on the keyboard. ...
At that moment, my nose hurt ... I finally realized that it is not easy to work, earn money and be a mother.
A sour nose composition 14 dad always said that my mother and I are a pair of mother and son who love each other and kill each other.
I remember once, before I went to Lvye Village for military training, the teacher asked me to finish my homework. Playing with architecture at night, I was about to install the robot driver. My mother suddenly confiscated my robot, and all I could think about was the robot that could run and jump. I am angry when I am in a good mood. My nose is sour and tears are rolling in my eyes, but I can't beat her. My mother is a bully, so I have to do my homework with grievances. I glanced at my mother bitterly and said loudly, "You are not my mother. Anyway, I'm going to have a good time in Lvye Village tomorrow. I will be very happy if I don't have to see you again. " After finishing my homework, I saw some fruit cut by my mother on the table. I resisted the temptation of fruit and refused to eat it. The next day, my mother sent me to school. Along the way, I silently looked out of the window and ignored my mother. In Lvye Village, my classmates and I took part in a one-day fire drill. I was very tired, but after turning off the lights, I couldn't sleep in bed. I can't help thinking of my mother's kindness to me. My mother cooked the most delicious fish soup. She is always with me when I am ill. My nose is sour and my tears are wet. I really want to say to my mother, "I really shouldn't have said that to you." I want you to be with me. I miss you so much! "
On the day I came home, my mother came to pick me up specially. As soon as my nose hurts, I bow my head a little shyly: "Mom, I miss you."
My nose is sour. I am on a cold night. Walking alone on the dark road, my mother has been working overtime in the company. When the wind blows, the tree rustles and claws at me like a devil. The more I walk, the more scared I get. Slowly ... slowly ...
The sky suddenly crackled and I almost peed my pants. "Hua!" The downpour suddenly poured down. I quickly hid under the eaves of a bus stop. I didn't want to call my mother, but the "scared" demon made me feel terrible. "Hey, Mom, can you ... pick me up?" I said worriedly, "Where are you?" Mother agreed without hesitation, "wait for me, I'll come right away!" " "
I waited for a minute, two minutes, three minutes ... finally. "Mom!" I hugged happily, and my mother became a "soaked chicken" and was soaked to the skin. She took out a book and gave it to me. "This is your favorite book. I just saw it in the bookstore and bought it. " That book is not wet at all, but it is still warm. My nose hurts, and I hug my mother tightly again.