By chance, I found a notebook in my father's small box with thick dust on it. It lies quietly, quietly waiting for the excavation of the world.

This notebook looks old and dirty. Is it an antique of my family? Driven by curiosity, I gently wiped away the accumulated thick dust with my hand. It wasn't broken. It seems that the person who treasures it is very careful to preserve it, without a crease or a broken note, as if his face had changed.

When I opened my notebook, a silly but lovely baby photo caught my eye. "My daughter is just born, so happy for the first time, I want to be a father." I saw the subtitles below the photo. It was me! I paused and continued to turn to the next page. Sometimes I see a photo and the Oriental Pearl behind my child. My eyes lit up. This was taken when my father took me to Shanghai to play when I was three years old. "My baby daughter is very timid. After taking some photos, she cried in fear." How can I be so timid? Seeing my father's evaluation of me, I can't help secretly complaining.

The dusty memories are turned page by page, and my thoughts dance with the words in these notes. "I hit you hard that day, my daughter, I'm sorry! Listening to your piercing cry, my heart doesn't hurt ... "Looking at this familiar handwriting, the gate of memory opened inadvertently. "Whoops ~ ~" I first heard a sharp cry. At that time, my dad grabbed me with an iron bar and raised his hand. Then, with a wave of my father's hand, it landed on my ass, and the instant pain made me. The disgust in my heart is even stronger. Dad doesn't love me, I don't want you as a father! Recalling those irrational words at the beginning, what I have in my heart is no longer anger, not hatred, but endless self-blame. Dad, how sad you should be to hear that! Dad, I'm the one who should be sorry! Dad, I'm sorry!

Tears flashed that fragment over and over again. "Tick-tock", a corner of the note was flooded with tears, and my heart was as heavy as this tear. I continued to turn over this old notebook, and the dense words, like handwriting written with a pen, were filled with deep love. Father, this is your love for me!

Between the lines, a simple and touching language made me realize that if there is a kind of care that is too ordinary, even just a faint breath that once existed, it must be the greatest gift given by God. It doesn't need too many words and expressions. Meticulous care comes from the heart full of love, meticulous pay comes from the inner selfless emotion ... it turns out that he loves me, and.

I picked up the pen in my hand and recorded my feelings at the end of the note. "Dad, I love you forever." My pen trembled slightly, leaving these last words. The pen slipped from my fingertips, and I gradually closed my old notebook, slowly put it in the original box, and lay there quietly.

A few days later, it was the precious box with a small lock hanging on it. Hold the key tightly in your hand, I will lock this old note in my heart, I will lock this memory in my heart, and I will lock this love in my heart.

That is a precious notebook.

Every time I open the drawer, I will see a thick notebook. Whenever I see it, the past will come to my mind, and these past events will be engraved in my heart forever, which makes me feel extremely proud.

When I was in preschool, one day, the teacher smiled and said to us, "Now the school is going to hold a story-telling competition, which will start in two days." Who wants to participate, raise your hand and sign up! "I was absent-minded. I didn't understand what the teacher said. I thought it was a sign-up, so I raised my hand. The teacher smiled and gave me a tape with the words "Smart Tortoise"-a children's story. I understood at once, but I was embarrassed to say no.

After school, I play on the playground. I accidentally fell off the high swing and sprained my foot. The game will be held in two days. What should we do? I walked home in pain and kept blaming myself.

When I got home, my mother turned on the tape recorder for me to listen to, then wrapped my injured foot and said, "You! I was careless, but something happened at this time. This injury is not light, it will take a long time to get better! "

After two days of hard work, my father wrote down the contents of the tape for me to recite. I can blurt it out anytime, anywhere.

When the day of the game arrived, my mother helped me get dressed and rushed to the stage to prepare. I looked out, wow! So many people! I am in a hurry. What if so many people slip and fall? I have a look, and there are many people who come to participate in the competition: senior students, middle school students and juniors. Of course, our preschool class is the smallest.

The game will start soon. I looked down from the background again, and all the teachers and students were sitting neatly on the playground. I'm the first one. I've never participated in this kind of competition. I have never seen such a scene, my heart is beating. Unconsciously, the host called my name and my mother pushed me out. I limped onto the stage and saw all my eyes moving with me. At this time, my heart is in chaos and I have no idea to think about other things at all. I thought to myself: Go home, but I'm afraid others will laugh. I went up, but I'm afraid I can't say it well. There seems to be a 15 bucket of water in my heart-seven ups and downs. After a while, I went to the stage and only heard a burst of warm applause. I have no retreat, I can only move forward. When I came to the center of the stage, I spoke into the microphone and began to say "Teachers and students …". After a short story, I relaxed and acted as I spoke, which was very vivid. After I finished, I was greeted by warm applause. I hurried off the stage, and my mother hugged me and praised me for being great.

Later, it was announced that I won the first place in the second prize and stood out among dozens of players. I got a notebook and a certificate.

This notebook will always be treasured in my drawer, and this matter will always be remembered in my heart. It not only makes me proud, but also makes me understand that if a person wants to succeed, he must dare to face difficulties and overcome himself!

That is a lost notebook.

There are many trivial things in life, unforgettable things happen every day, from time to time, and what impressed me the most is the "notebook disappearance case"

I have a notebook with lovely appearance and unique pattern. I like it very much. It recorded my little secret. Every time I go out to play, including going to a restaurant for dinner, I will take it with me and stay with it with great interest. Of course, it can't live without me at home, and I will always protect it.

However, I have been busy with exams recently, and I don't have much time to watch them. On the weekend after the exam, my mother wanted to take me out for dinner, and I remembered the "neglected" notebook.

But it's gone! I rummaged through my cabin several times, but I still couldn't find it. I muttered, "It doesn't seem to be in my room, but where did I put it?" Thinking about the notebook that may be lost, I began to feel a chill coming from behind, which made me very uncomfortable.

Calm down, I searched the living room and other rooms again, but I still couldn't find them. "Did you leave it in the supermarket?" Mom has a good eye for places like that. However, this reminder gave me a blow, and I suddenly remembered the scene of going to the supermarket with my mother last week. I took a sip like a bear breaking a stick and put my notebook in the supermarket! Thought of here, I bowed my head with regret.

I walked up to my mother in dismay. My mother saw me so depressed that she understood everything: "Come to think of it, you are forgetful." If you don't change it, you will get into trouble sooner or later. " After listening to my mother, I am really ashamed.

That night, I had a dream that I was invited to "forget the Three Kingdoms".

At the banquet to welcome me, the king first came over and said, "Welcome to forget three things and leave the four countries.". You are our honored guest, and I have prepared a generous gift for you. " Suddenly, the king found that the gift he had prepared could not be found. "I'm really sorry." He said. I thought to myself: forget it, forget it, it's not very important.

But my stomach is growling. I'm very hungry. Just listen to the king's command: "Send the rice quickly." I'm so happy that I can finally feast my eyes. But the cook didn't know where to put the food, and the king was helpless. Hungry, I quickly ran out of the "forgotten country". I never want to go to this "country" again, and I promise I will never forget it.

It seems like a trivial matter, but it is likely to miss the big thing.

That is a notebook of love.

There are many ways to express love. A thumbs-up encouragement contains love. A cup of thick milk tea ripples with love; A table full of delicious food is full of love ... but only the father's love in that notebook is deeply imprinted in my mind.

One Sunday afternoon, before my father went to Changchun, I told him to buy a notebook when he came home at night. Father seems to take this matter to heart, but I still feel uneasy.

It's getting dark I have been lying under the covers, but I still can't sleep, because that notebook will be used tomorrow.

When the doorbell rang, my father came to my room and sat quietly on the pillow. His cold hands covered me with a quilt. "Tong Tong, I'm sorry, it's too late. The stationery store is closed." I felt his apology from my father's words. His voice is low and heavy, because he never slips of the tongue to me. In fact, I already know from my father's cold hands that he has been to many stationery stores.

The next morning, dad said something was wrong and went out without eating. Looking at my father's car leaning against the window and driving to the door of the community, I felt a touch in my heart. I don't know why dad seems to be different when he goes out this time. Dad came back to take me to school. As soon as I got on the bus, a notebook with some frosty skin was handed to me. I feel that what my father handed me was not a notebook, but a fatherly love, a deep fatherly love and a warm fatherly love. At that time, my father had not eaten breakfast, maybe he was hungry, but he got up early and bought me a notebook in case I made a slip of the tongue. At that time, tears did not flow from the eyes, but from the heart.

Long years have passed, the days of playing with friends on the playground have passed, and the childhood of rolling freely on the lawn has passed. However, only my father's love penetrated from the realization of his promise, and it is still deeply imprinted in my mind. ...

Example 5 Notebook

Looking at the thick stack of notebooks on the desk, I have the impulse to write. So I picked up a pen and wanted to write something.

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I seldom run out of notebooks. I usually use more than half of it, but I still buy notebooks crazily. Xue told me that from knowing me to now, I bought a notebook almost every two or three weeks. I smiled. I don't want to hurt her. Actually, I go to the bookstore every week to see if there are any notebooks I like. If so, save money desperately next week. On weekends, I exchange my money for a beautiful notebook. As easily satisfied as a child. It's not over yet. At home, I have to think about how to avoid my mother's sight. But my mother's critical eye has been practiced to perfection. After an inevitable "political education", I smiled behind my mother with my hard-earned notebook.

When I was a child, I mostly used those small and thin notebooks. The cover is a kind of cartoon, and occasionally a few lines of English drift. I shook my head, unable to understand. There are some irrelevant Chinese notes in it. Sometimes I can find my childhood notebook, which is quite exciting. Touched and touched, looked and looked. Reluctant to let go. Man is a nostalgic animal after all.

I still have that tiny notebook. The kind that can be carried around is usually wrapped in sugar, which is very cute. A few lines of English letters are arranged in an inconspicuous corner. It is colorful and the picture is exquisite and concise. This is my favorite style. Every time I open this notebook, there is always an inexplicable throb, as if I had a * * * sound somewhere in my heart, but I didn't know what I was moving.

I was surprised to find that my notebook, which had been missing for many years, was also in this stack. That's the notebook with the simplest cover and the most pages I use. Deep red seems to be mixed with a little black, giving people a serious feeling. There are four letters above the cover: NOTE. There seems to be nothing else. This kind of notebook paper has a good texture and is as comfortable as touching a baby's skin. It's also very thin. When you open this notebook, you can hear the sound of paper colliding with paper, which is very crisp.

The next one is my most luxurious notebook, which cost me several weeks' savings. The main color of the cover is my favorite light blue, and the white background has a world of difference. There is a bicycle in the middle, next to a semicircle surrounded by weeds and stumps, a pink hat floating in the air, and several striking English words written not far away: I forgot to remember. So the warm feeling spread in my heart. The inside is colored, and you can smell the fragrance when you open it, which is faint and similar to the fragrance of shampoo.

Generally speaking, diaries are wrapped in soft leather. When you open the diary, you will see a faint fragrance of ink. I wrote with fragrant ink, and the lines of blue and black words on pure white paper bear the ups and downs of study and life. Happy or sad, as the ink dries, those things will become memories forever. White paper and air-dried ink turned into pure emotions and fluttered in the diary.

I still have that old notebook, which has been separated for almost twenty years. I can't say it's mine I found it, but I can't find the owner. It's rare to see that kind of old-fashioned notebook now. The cover is a bunch of plum blossoms, with a few lines of encouragement next to it. The paper is yellow and the printing is not clear. But this notebook is of great historical significance. The owner of the notebook is a diligent and responsible girl, and this diary has accompanied her for several years. Between the lines, we can see the heavy burden of the previous generation. I was silent for several days after reading her diary. Twenty years ago, I wanted to write something in my diary in her footsteps, but I already have one, so that diary has been on the table.

A large and thin notebook is used to take English notes. The cover is a lovely doll. Black as the background, surrounded by beating English letters. The first thing you see when you open your notebook is the big back words. It bothers me to gnash my teeth and think about the team leader. The surrounding lace makes the picture more harmonious. In order to cover up the big words, I bought a lot of stickers, which backfired. Finally, I had to tear off the sticker to reveal the big words.

Looking at that thick stack of notebooks, my heart suddenly became very heavy, and a sadness spread in my heart. Looking up at the sky outside the window, I said to myself: The exam is coming next week. Come on. Then, open the review notes and entangle a set of letters and numbers.

That's the notebook of the future.

On a quiet night, the lights in the building slowly went out. Residents also quietly walked into the sweet dream country, and I also quietly walked into a future dream.

I dreamed that I invented a kind of notebook called "delicious notebook". In winter, when I write notes, it can give off warm heat and make my stiff hands warm at once. In summer, you can let out a cold air to cool me down. This "delicious notebook" is a negative notebook, because usually some children's parents like to read their notes, but almost only 10% of the children agree to let their parents read their notes, so I took an invisible method. But even if parents know the spell, they can't open it, because this one needs their own fingerprints to open the notes automatically.

Moreover, this notebook has another function, that is, it can be eaten, because in order to save resources and nourish the body, fruit is used to make paper, and you can eat it if you eat it wrong. If you are hungry, you can eat as much as you like, and you are not afraid to finish. Because its cover is productive, you can't eat it all.

Ding-ding, I woke up from my dream with nothing. I smiled: "That's a dream!"

Example 7 A small notebook

I am ashamed to see this small and exquisite green notebook. Because this is a gift from the school newspaper to reading angels and blog stars, I have no face anymore ... This little book is not a small book, but an expectation and encouragement from my uncle and aunt, a testimony of my efforts, sweat and tears, and an award that makes me feel trendy and excited when I see it. However, this is only the prize of the last reading angel or blog star, this is only the result of the last labor, this is just Yin Jinwan's previous efforts, this is just the previous gold and silver! Now-

She is lazy, she is ugly, she wants to get something for nothing, she doesn't listen to dissuasion, she doesn't like writing, she doesn't want to use her brain, she doesn't want to make any effort ... She-Yin Jin Waner is a "Ding Bai" in writing, a disobedient bad boy. Seeing her get up early in the morning and get into bed lazily, she doesn't want to get up. She finally got up. After washing her face, she lay on the sofa again, waiting for delicious food. After eating, she changed her clothes, and then she hurried to school. After school, she turned on the TV and watched cartoons with great interest. Mother brought the food and ate it slowly. After finishing her homework, she read for a while, then climbed into a comfortable bed and fell asleep. She gets nothing from day to day, mediocre and boring. In fact, sometimes she wants to get up quickly, read more books and read more English. She also wants to stop watching TV at noon, play the cucurbit flute more and practice writing more. She also wants to keep a free diary, think more, and practice writing after finishing her homework. But interesting TV programs attracted her, and the warm bed attracted her. She didn't want to fight, and she didn't want to fight. Therefore, the number of her blog posts has not increased, but she just lingers in the same place; Many bloggers appealed to her on the school newsletter to remind her to publish her own blog post and communicate with everyone, but she ignored it and went her own way; Her writing level is also declining, from 30A to 25A, so she didn't get reading angel and blog star this time!

As the ancients said, one Zhuge Liang is better than three stooges, and one's success cannot be separated from hard sweat and tears. If you want something for nothing! No way! So I advise myself to give up any unrealistic dreams and fantasies, or keep my feet on the ground and study hard!