When I looked back at him again, I vaguely felt the light behind him.
The leaves near the road roll on the tree layer by layer, and the lazy light at night wants to shine on the ground through the leaves. The shadows of the trees shrugged in the biting wind. It can be seen that the ghost eyes in the night sky are so powerful. Gradually, the light and shadow on the ground can no longer be seen clearly, and there is no one around.
In this cold winter, I forgot my key and curled up in the corner, waiting for my mother's return. As time went on, the wind blew harder. There were footsteps in the corridor, and I was ashamed to meet people. I quickly hid under the stairs. An old and powerful voice said, "Don't hide, but I see you." I had to come out in frustration and look up. If it isn't Grandpa Su!
Grandpa Su used to be a soldier and made great achievements. The old man's back is straight, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, without any wrinkles. There is no anger or arrogance on his face, which makes people feel a little scared, but he is still very kind.
Seeing that it was me, Grandpa Su's expression eased a lot. After asking the reason, Grandpa Su took me back to his house without saying anything.
Grandpa's home is very warm, but there are also many deserted people. Grandpa has never been married in his life. He has lived alone for many years and has a simple mind. There is only a "big box" TV, an antique sofa, a bed and a coffee table at home.
Grandpa left in a hurry and didn't know where he went. Soon after, grandpa came back against the cold wind, smelled the cold air and told me that I could go home. I came home with a trace of doubt, and sure enough, the door was wide open.
Later I learned that my grandfather came into my house through the window and opened the door for me. Unexpectedly, I sprained my ankle.
I went to visit my grandfather's house. He saw me and had a good chat with me.
When I left, I looked back at my grandfather again and felt that his body was shining with sacred light. ...
With the firecrackers in the street and the laughter of people in the alley, we ushered in a new year-20xx.
During the Spring Festival, children are often the most excited, not only with delicious meals, but also with long holidays. I am no exception, looking forward to the Spring Festival. On New Year's Day, the moment I received the lucky money was my happiest. It's beyond words to be happy to pay New Year's greetings with lucky money everywhere. I take out my lucky money from time to time and count it. I wonder how many sweets I can buy with this money.
After the New Year holiday, a large group of us were divided into three groups. Mom and Dad went to Bo Er's house to chat, and my brothers and sisters went up the mountain together. Only Yuyu and I looked at each other and didn't know where to go. Finally, I proposed to find other partners to play with. We children are wandering around, and happy New Year greetings are everywhere. The Spring Festival couplets in front of every household also reflect people's faces. We went to Fulai Mountain to play for a while, where there was a sea of people, and we "little people" were buried in it. We met many people selling snacks and toys along the way, and we also bought a lot. Several people robbed me and I robbed him. We had a good time.
It was already afternoon before I knew it. After parting with some friends, I went home. When I got home, I saw my mother and sister wrapping jiaozi. I rolled my sleeves and shouted, "I'm coming!" " Mom smiled and said, "Well, all right, come and help. Go and wash your hands. " I washed my hands and joined Bao jiaozi's army. Soon, rows of jiaozi were ready, only to find that all jiaozi had eaten their stomachs and were ready to "eat". Jiaozi ate his own bag at night, so don't mention the joy in his heart. After a while, I heard the sound of fireworks exploding outside. I ran out to see it with excitement. I saw the exploding fireworks spread their petals in the air like a beautiful lotus flower, radiant and dazzling, and the night sky suddenly became dazzling.
I bid farewell to the unforgettable old year and ushered in the new year. 20xx is the year of the horse. I believe I can learn and make progress in the new year and realize my wish.
I am sitting on a bench beside the park path. Autumn sunshine flows out from the cracks in the leaves, which is warm and makes people feel very comfortable.
My eyes are lowered, raised, oh, no! In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed, and the lush maple forest became a castle. The walls of the castle inlaid with diamonds reflect dazzling brilliance in the sun and are colorful. European-style lines are very eye-catching and exquisite in workmanship. The whole building is like a collection made by a wealthy businessman at a high price. The walls at the top of the castle are as smooth as crayons.
"Tintin ..." The big clock upstairs rang three times. I hesitated and walked into the hall with a curious and uneasy heart.
God, the hall is crowded with animals, piled with candy like hills, squares, circles, spirals, blue, orange, rose and red, and all kinds of things. Candy Mountain is three times as high as mine, one after another. Everyone looks like they're wearing mom's nail polish and shining. I took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the smell of candy, sweet and soft. I'm so bored, my pores stand on end, my heart is pounding, and I can't help but get excited. You know candy is my favorite in my life, and I can't help secretly enjoying myself. At this moment, a rabbit in a pink dress and a lace flower hat brushed past me with a pile of candy. I'm surprised. Why does the rabbit wear such gorgeous clothes? What does she do with candy?
At this moment, a rabbit wearing a suit and tie and glasses came over and saw me with a little surprise in his eyes. He came to me. "Oh, you are a stranger." He said. He can talk! I dared to ask, "Are you rabbits? Why are you talking? Also, why do you take this candy? " He didn't answer me. He generously took out a candy cane. "Do you want to eat?"
Candy bars are rosy. It looks very attractive and makes my mouth water. I took the candy. The candy in my hand seems to say, "Eat me, eat me." My heart is like a thousand caterpillars crawling, itchy. I already have the desire to put sugar in my mouth. Suddenly, my cheek hurts. I covered it with my hand. It hurts! I grinned with pain and sat down on the ground.
"No, no, I don't want sugar." I put the lollipop into the hand of the glasses rabbit. Ran out of the hall, clutching his mouth.
I came to a garden full of red roses. It's beautiful, but it's as red as blood and scary. I turned around and a cat stood behind me. This cat is unusual at first sight. Its eyes are as big as two bells. He smiled when he saw me, and there was no sound. The corners of his mouth were pulled to his ears, and his hair stood on end.
"Hey, it's been a long time since a human girl came to Candy City." His beard can move. What? Candy City? "This is a candy city, and everything is made of sugar, such as this path and this rose," he said, picking a rose and putting it in his mouth. He smacked his lips and bit the rose. No, it was rose candy. He picked a rose petal and handed it to me. "Do you want to try?" .
How tempting this rose candy is to me! I can't wait to try, but I'm a little hesitant when I think about what just happened. "Hey, miss! This is sugar, not poison. Why dare not eat? " There is an incomprehensible expression in the cat's eyes. "Eat, eat, you must have never eaten so delicious!" "The cat's words are full of temptation.
It hurts! My tooth hurts again, and it hurts even more this time. I have sweat on my head. It hurts!
I sat on the ground again and almost fainted. Somebody help me.
I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself sitting on a bench next to the hospital aisle. Oh! I remember, today is Sunday, and my mother came to take me to the hospital to see a decayed tooth. Because I like to eat sugar and grow cavities. Hey! It turns out that what just happened was just a dream of mine.
In fact, for now, I still hope that when we meet again, we can have the right to hug. I really hope that we can meet again, and then when we meet again, we can release the past with hugs, face the future life again, get to know each other again, and then we can become very good friends again. I hope so.
I hope we can meet again, and then when we meet again, we can release the past with hugs, face the future life again, get to know each other again, and then we can become very good friends again. I hope so.
But in fact, I am thinking that according to my current criteria for choosing friends, I will not find a friend like him as my lifelong good friend. Even if he really has many good qualities, if I know someone from the first impression and then decide whether to continue making friends, I will not choose him as a good friend to continue making friends according to my current criteria.
That is to say, if I get to know her again, I won't choose him as a good friend, if I delete all my past impressions of her. I wouldn't choose to start a relationship with her. But, ah, those memories can't be deleted, and those beautiful impressions of him can't be deleted in the future.
And during that time together, he really deepened my good impression of him. At that time, we were still very gentlemen, gentle, gentle and considerate, and we were all trying to change ourselves and make our relationship last longer. Besides, I really like his overbearing but sometimes childish appearance.
So those past memories can't be deleted. What's his impression of me in the future? If given another chance, will she choose to remain friends with me? Hope to meet again, we can all be gentle and more beautiful, we can gently open our arms and hug each other.
No sunshine, no warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, friendship and love, the world would be lonely and dark. ...
These are simple truths that no one will understand, but we often lack a grateful heart while enjoying all these things in our lives. "Thanksgiving" is an exotic product, and the definition of the word "Thanksgiving" in the Oxford Dictionary is: "I am willing to express my gratitude for the benefits and give back to others." "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". "Who knows that every grain is hard?" These poems we recited when we were young were all about gratitude. "A drop of water is rewarded with a spring" and "a ring of grass grows long, and gratitude is repaid", an ancient idiom that has been circulated in China for many years, tells us to be grateful. The heart of "gratitude" is to thank all the people and things in the world for their help and keep it in mind; The heart of "gratitude" is an indispensable sunshine and rain in each of our lives, and we can't miss it for a moment. No matter how noble you are, or how humble you look; No matter where you live, or what special life experiences you have, as long as you always have a grateful heart in your heart, it is bound to be accompanied by warm, confident, firm, kind and other beautiful quality of life. Gratitude is the basic moral standard that everyone should have, and it is the minimum accomplishment of being a man. Many people, many things, blame comes from not knowing how to be grateful, crows have the meaning of feeding back, sheep have the grace of kneeling, don't know how to be grateful, and lose the emotional foundation of love. Learn to be grateful, thank your parents for their upbringing, thank your teachers for their teaching, thank your classmates for their help, and thank all those who are kind to you and help you, even those who are not hostile to you. Gratitude is the embodiment of human kindness; Gratitude is a life attitude, a moral character and a heartfelt word. If people lack gratitude, it will inevitably lead to indifference in interpersonal relationships. People who don't know how to repay their gratitude but are ungrateful will be shameless people who are reviled. Therefore, everyone should learn to be grateful.
To learn to be grateful is to learn to respect others and always appreciate their help; Learning to be grateful means letting you know that everyone is enjoying the happy life brought by others through their own efforts.
Some people say that the ideal is a boat in the storm, carrying us to the other side of victory. Everyone has his own ideal, and I am no exception. My ideal is both great and ordinary: to be a writer.
When I was reading a book, I thought that the author would write a book about what he saw and heard to let everyone know his story. What a wonderful thing that would be! With their rich imagination and a pair of wonderful hands, they created excellent works step by step, and wrote touching stories with hard sweat, which brought great happiness to readers. As a writer, what a spiritual career it is! From then on, a great and ordinary ideal appeared in my heart. I must be an elegant writer with artistic temperament when I grow up!
In order to realize my dream as soon as possible, I decided to practice my writing ability and imagination from now on. I think these two skills are essential for writers. Whenever I have time, I usually read extracurricular books, including China's novels, foreign novels, ancient stories, fairy tales and so on. As the saying goes: "There is a golden room in the book." Reading extra-curricular books can not only increase your knowledge, broaden your horizons and broaden your mind, but also improve your writing ability, and get a lot of good words and sentences from books, which is of great help to writing articles. Therefore, after I usually finish my homework, I should read more extracurricular books, not just dabble in them, but also memorize and extract them. When I see some good words and sentences in books, I will draw them with a pen. I will look up Chinese characters I don't know in the dictionary. I will look up information or ask the teacher for sentences or words I don't know. I will read this book clearly and thoroughly, instead of swallowing it. But I can't read blindly. Some books are harmful or useless to me. I try not to read them. You should know which books to read and which books not to read, and you should have this kind of consciousness. Otherwise, you will not only fail to learn knowledge, but also lead yourself astray.
But we can't rely entirely on the contents of books. We are teenagers in the new era. An excellent writer must have rich imagination and meticulous observation. Always observe some small details that others will not pay attention to, so as to imagine. These things are not dreams and delusions, but have certain basis. For example, if a cloud flies in the sky, I will imagine it as a sheep, and then turn it into a beautiful little story to tell my good friend. I think this is probably my advantage!
I like the profession of writer very much, and I have fantasized about being a writer countless times. Perhaps, when a writer is very tired, someone will criticize your work in a bitter way, even though it is all your hard work; Will experience countless rejections and encounter bottlenecks; There will be countless nights of hard work and sleepless writing ... but I will never back down, I will always stick to what I love. I don't know whether I will become a writer in the future, but I know I will work hard for my ideal. So, what I have to do now is to practice my handwriting and study hard every day. I believe that no matter how long it takes, as long as I take firm steps and learn my skills in a down-to-earth manner, I will definitely realize my ideal and become a real writer!
I still remember that it was two years ago. I broke my leg because I was keen on sliding down the slope.
Because of the serious injury, a large piece of meat was wiped off and blue-gray bones were exposed on the knees. I can't even walk, so I can't go to school, so I stayed at home for a week.
My mother took a week off to take care of me at home. In addition to buying medicine and food, my mother has been with me.
My mother cares about me in every way. Need to change dressing. Mother put a big bag of medicine on the bed. Take out the hydrogen peroxide and remove the bandage bit by bit. Because of frequent pus discharge, gauze always sticks to the wound, and it hurts to tear it off. Mother poured hydrogen peroxide and mineral water on the wound bit by bit, so that the gauze didn't stick tightly to the wound, and then tore it off bit by bit. Then use a cotton swab to evenly apply iodine and other drugs to the wound. Then carefully wrapped in new gauze, faint love quietly passed, and a warm current welled up in my heart.
Usually in terms of diet, my mother is also very attentive. You can't eat high-calorie food because you can't exercise in bed all day. Because my bones are worn out, besides drinking milk to supplement calcium, my mother also grinds calcium tablets into porridge, and there are traces of various vitamin effervescent tablets in the water I drink every day. Every day's meals are the result of my mother's online search for several hours. So under the careful care of my mother, I can barely walk for more than a week and go to school.
At school, my mother's "special car" also took me to the gate. He also wrote a note forbidding me to take part in any outdoor sports. All kinds of details can be seen.
When the class is over, the students take turns to help me to the bathroom. Every noon, some students bring it to me after cooking in the canteen. ...
In this way, with my mother's company, the shining of maternal love and the care of my classmates and teachers, my injury soon healed. This warm time touched my heart.
Everyone has his own paradise, perhaps a beautiful school, perhaps a lively playground, perhaps a mysterious nature, and my paradise is a quiet library.
Because I like the elegant environment of the library; I like the pleasure of free choice in a wide range of bookcases; Like to swim in the ocean of knowledge; I like everyone here. In a word, I will be very happy in the library.
Every weekend, I come to the library to read books. Run from the first floor to the second floor and come to the rows of bookshelves. Every time I walk into this big book city, my heart will be filled with inexplicable happiness. Like a bird, I freely shuttle between rows of bookshelves and choose my favorite books. This is a kind of spiritual enjoyment, and they are all my spiritual food. I chose comic books, biographies of celebrities and other famous books, and I can't wait to read them. In the quiet environment of the library, every time I read it, I can't help but throw myself into it and take risks with the protagonist in the story. Whenever I see a hero in danger, my heart will be in my throat and I will sweat with nervousness. When I see the hero in the story, my whole heart will become very relaxed and happy. ...
When reading Little Orange Lantern written by Grandma Bing Xin, I learned from this little girl whose family was hit and her parents were persecuted during the Anti-Japanese War that no matter how hard life is, she should still be strong, brave, calm and optimistic. Reading a good book always makes people feel comfortable and knowledgeable, and it also makes people feel that time flies. Every time I leave the library, I am reluctant to go and look forward to the next weekend.
The library is my sky, a sky where I can fly happily; The library is my paradise, a paradise where I can study happily.