1 Childhood is like a treasure chest, which contains happiness and sadness, excitement and loss, success and failure. Every past event is a colorful diamond, shining in my childhood memory. But the most in the treasure chest are purple diamonds-unlucky!
I remember when I was four years old, I went to a small kindergarten class. One day, the teacher asked us to queue up and take the stairs to the classroom on the second floor. I'm short, short-legged, and I can't walk steadily. I remember that someone pushed me behind me and I fell down. To make matters worse, I hit my head on the edge of the stairs. My forehead has been bleeding, flowing like a red stream, I can't stop it. The teacher rushed me to the hospital. I feel pain, fear and injustice. I cried all the way, thinking: I didn't do anything naughty. Why am I so unlucky? Why did they push me but dare not stand up and admit it!
After a while, my parents rushed to the emergency room of the hospital. My mother looked at me with wet eyes and red eyes. She immediately arranged for her colleagues to prepare for the operation. Because my mother is also a doctor, I shouted desperately, "Mom sews, I want my mother to sew!" " "My mother gave me an anesthetic, but my hands were shaking slightly. As soon as the surgical needle was sewn on, blood flowed out. I immediately shouted: "Mom, mom! It hurts! I am injured! " The tears in mom's eyes finally came down. Mother put down the equipment in her hand, hugged me tightly and whispered, "The baby doesn't cry, the baby is not afraid, but the mother hugs me!" " "Mom's colleague immediately contacted the director of plastic surgery after the operation.
Another time, I was unlucky in the third grade. In the morning, the English teacher informed me that the English team leader had finished eating early at noon and went to the office to help students count their scores. Conscientiously, I only cooked rice and soup, mixed them together, stood in the corridor and drank them into my stomach. This is the fastest I have ever eaten, less than three minutes. After leaving work, I rushed to the door of the English teacher's office at a speed of 100 meters, quietly pushed the door open, and was surprised to find, "Huh?" The teacher is not here! I think the teacher may have gone to the bathroom, so I'd better wait for a while. I lingered in front of the teacher's office, waiting and waiting. Ten minutes passed and the teacher hasn't come back yet. I think the teacher may be eating, so I'd better go to the canteen. I ran to the door of the canteen and saw the teacher inside. I'm so happy. I pushed open the door and just wanted to go in, when I tripped over the bucket at the door, the water spilled all over the floor and my shoes were wet. I went to the teacher and said, "teacher, I'm here to help you register your scores!" " "The teacher smiled and said to me," In the morning, the headmaster asked me something. I haven't finished correcting my test paper. Come and see me tomorrow! ""My heart is broken, as if lightning and thunder suddenly split me in two. I am really sad and wronged, and I feel really unlucky. I am so serious and responsible, and I am so eager to catch up with it. As a result, all my efforts were wasted by the teacher's understatement.
These are all unfortunate memories of my childhood. I felt very sad at that time, very uncomfortable! In fact, now that I think about it, all bad things are not necessarily bad things. If I have not experienced trauma and illness, how can I realize that my mother loves me so deeply? If I hadn't experienced the teacher's occasional negligence and disappointment, how could I understand the importance of honesty and learn to forgive? In fact, those unlucky memories of childhood are also the wealth that each of us gained in the process of growing up!
Every time I see that thick copybook on the shelf, it reminds me of my childhood.
When I was in kindergarten, my handwriting was sloppy and my homework was messy. My father is very busy and seldom checks my homework. That time, when my father was free, he asked me to say, "Girl, bring your homework to me for inspection." I took my homework to my father to check, and I saw that my father frowned. He said to me, "Mei Er, you can't write so carelessly! You see, the word "six" is so tightly packed, like a person's eyes, nose and mouth are all together. Moreover, the "head" of the word "fire" is not so big ... "Finally, my father told me seriously:" This assignment is unqualified, tear it up and rewrite it! " At that time, my heart was like knocking over a five-flavored bottle-it was not a taste.
Later, my father took time to check my homework every day. I have to rewrite my homework as long as there are two or three bad words. At that time, I really hated my father.
One afternoon after school, my father greeted me with a smile: "Mei Er, what did you buy for my father?" My eyes lit up: it was a brush copybook with a beautiful cover! That's just my dream copybook! I like it only because of its beautiful cover, otherwise I don't want any brush copybooks! I said sweetly, "Thank you, Dad!" I was about to leave when my father suddenly asked me, "Sister, do you know why I bought you a copybook?" I said, "Because the land is beautiful!" Dad shook his head and said, "No, I want you to practice your handwriting. Now you have to finish your homework in kindergarten, just like my homework, and check the words on a copybook for me every day. " Hearing this, I thought: Now primary school students are "reducing the burden", but my father wants to "increase the burden" for me. Do I want to do it? But seeing my father's stern eyes, I swallowed my words as soon as I talked about my throat.
Since then, I have devoted myself to practicing calligraphy every day. Although I am reluctant, I still have to practice writing for my father to check. But the thought of practicing calligraphy made my father hate it.
Dad's method really works. Homework is no longer sloppy, and the handwriting has become beautiful. And won the prize in the second and fourth grade hard pen calligraphy competition. I no longer hate my father, but love my father more.
Dad helped me correct my shortcomings so that I could write beautiful words. I want to thank my dear father!
The third interesting thing in the fourth grade composition is like a kaleidoscope, rich and colorful; Also like the stars in the sky, countless. If you ask me what is the most interesting thing, I will tell you without thinking: a happy trip to Qiandao Lake!
That afternoon, we came to the place where we rented bicycles. I started to choose cars. I took a fancy to a brand-new "little pink", wearing a pink coat and spotless. I carefully pushed it out and registered with the tour guide. After registering, I began to travel around the island.
I stepped on my left foot first, and as soon as I stepped on my right foot, the bike began to run. When I put down the left pedal, my right foot was lifted, so it was carried out in a coordinated and orderly manner. After riding for a while, I began to go downhill. I pulled the brake. A cool breeze blew and refreshed me. Trees are shaded on both sides and flowers are in full bloom. In the distance, the green hills are faint, the clear water is long, and several small islands are looming. How beautiful! Thinking about it, the bike began to shake, like being drunk. I panicked and fell down. I quickly got up and continued to ride. After riding for more than half an hour, we came to a special road. It says: Non-professionals are not allowed to ride. Is it difficult for me to struggle there? I don't know if I don't try, so I ride slowly. Wow! The ups and downs are too big, forget it.
How interesting it is to travel around the island!
When I opened this book "Bronze Sunflower", I was deeply attracted by you.
Sunflower, you are obviously a city girl, but like a country child, you like to run around and get covered in dust. This shows me your unique side. However, after all, you are still an ordinary child, and you will be heartbroken by the sudden death of your father. As soon as I read this, my heart became nervous. You know, as a weak girl, how do you know how to live alone? Fortunately, a bronze family took you in, which made my hanging heart breathe a sigh of relief.
Sunflower, you are smart and sensible. The bronze family has paid so much for you, you must be grateful and want to help your brother, parents and grandmother, so if you have to spend money, try to save it or even use it. You didn't tell your parents about the last photo shoot, but you didn't want to tell them for one yuan. This makes me feel ashamed and reminds me of a recent incident.
It was a sunny day suitable for going out to play, and my classmates and I agreed to go out to play together. Of course, you have to bring some money. I walked up to my father and said confidently, "Dad, I'm going out to play with my classmates today, so I have to bring some money. Please give me some! " "Dad gave me money from 50 yuan, but I didn't agree:" Dad, there are too few 50 yuan, and others bring more than 100! "Dad turned pale, thought about it and gave me 50 yuan, and then I left happily.
Ever since I saw Bronze Sunflower, I have been asking myself, am I going too far?
The answer is yes. I have been enjoying the fruits of my parents' labor, which I take for granted, and I have never been considerate of my parents' difficulties. I want to learn from you about this. Sunflower, I want to learn from your understanding, understanding, filial piety and make my parents proud of my daughter!
Sunflower, all kinds of hardships in life have not overwhelmed you at all. Your strength, your courage, are the objects of my study.
Sunflower, you know how to enjoy life and find pleasure in suffering. I want to tell you more than that. All your qualities will be a yardstick for me to measure myself on my growth path.
Doudou is my little cousin. She just turned 1 this year. She is lively and lovely, but this abstinence has taught me her naughty and savage.
Yesterday, my third aunt came to my house with Doudou to discuss the plan of giving up milk. After discussion, our family unified the "front", made up our minds, firmly believed that persistence was victory, and designed two sets of plans. The first plan is "risk" and the second plan is "dispute".
The first implementation is the "risk plan". The method is that my mother spreads pepper water on her third aunt's nipple, so that peas can taste the spicy taste. If she is afraid of spicy food, she will be afraid of milk. Everything is ready, let's take Doudou to nurse. Doudou may be hungry, so he opened his mouth and took a drag. We are waiting for the "scream" and "Yi"! Why is there no movement? I saw Doudou smack his mouth, licked it with his tongue, as if he wanted more, grinned at us, and then sucked it up again. Alas, this little girl from Hunan who is naturally not afraid of spicy food seems to have failed.
Then came the deviant. The specific implementation is to separate them when sleeping at night. Doudou was taken to sleep by my mother. In order to get rid of the problem of having to sleep with a nipple, I also prepared a nipple, hoping to confuse the real with the fake when necessary. At night 1 1, Doudou still refused to sleep, and her mother carried her from room to room, still shouting "mom-woo-woo-mom". Look at me. I feel a little sorry. Or my mother made a determined effort to carry her to the bed and put a nipple on her. Doudou glanced at the nipple in his hand and threw it aside and cried! The sound penetrated the night, earth-shattering, tear-jerking, louder and louder. Third aunt couldn't help it, jumped out of bed, rushed to our room, picked up Doudou and fed her.
In this way, we were all defeated by Doudou, a cute little guy, and Doudou's plan to quit milk ended in failure.
The ocean of life is boiling, and it is the generation of happiness. -inscription
Shh! Keep your voice down. There is a big battle here. Don't disturb these soldiers with machine guns.
The story happened on Friday afternoon. Our head teacher in charge of our class has been on a business trip at noon. We are simply lawless!
I don't know where the students got those water guns, and their prices didn't seem to attract the attention of any students. Although these peculiar and unique water guns are not advanced, they can still be tried in our class activities!
At first, it seems that not many people took part in the battle, and the students just watched. I don't know who took the lead Groups of soldiers went to the battlefield, and my friend secretly went to the canteen to buy a cool one. In a blink of an eye, the narrow venue on weekdays fell into a battlefield of stagnant water, and the soldiers of our class came to the men's toilet to replenish medicine from time to time. A friend of mine actually came to the seat to fight.
But I can't stand my friends' carrot and stick, so I have to watch the game with them. Wow! Sure enough, it was a big war, and the beverage bottle was modified without a water gun, ha! How creative! Poor girl who was sent back to the classroom by land preparation lost her usual space and her life, alas!
Hehe, this war is really fierce! It is rare to be happy!
Today is the second day of the New Year. It's sunny and sunny. My mother took me to Swan Lake to see the white swan. We set off with binoculars and cameras.
Sanmenxia Yellow River White Swan viewing area is located on the bank of the Yellow River in the northwest of Sanmenxia City, which is the largest white swan habitat on the Yellow River. The scenic spot starts from Sanmenxia Yellow River Forest Park in the east and ends at Pier 3 in Shaanxi Scenic Area in the west. The river is wide, the ecological environment is good and the beach water is rich in bait. It is a natural place for migratory birds to stop for the winter. Every year from June 5438 to March of the following year, tens of thousands of white swans fly in and live in groups along the banks of the Yellow River, playing and foraging, forming a great natural landscape on the Yellow River. Sanmenxia has therefore become an extremely rare scenic spot to watch the white swan in China, and is known as the "Swan City".
It seems that Sanmenxia is a treasure land, with a good ecological environment and is conducive to living. Even beautiful birds like white swan fly from Siberia for the winter every year, so we must take good care of them to prevent them from being hurt.