When I was a child, I liked reading very much. My mother often takes me to the bookstore. Looking at the books overflowing with ink on the bookshelf, the seeds germinated in my heart. At that time, I was young and illiterate, so it was very difficult to study. More often, my mother teaches me pronunciation and literacy. Every time, although I nodded in a daze and couldn't fully understand the meaning of the article, my interest in reading was out of control.
When I grow up, I am more interested in reading. Sometimes I applaud the twists and turns in The Romance of Three Kingdoms, sometimes I sweat for the narrow escape of Tang Sanzang and his master and apprentice in The Journey to the West, and sometimes I admire the hero's strong perseverance in Robinson Crusoe. ...
Now, there is a dream of red mansions on my pillow. Those sad words, sometimes like a song soaked in clear water, sometimes like a ridge moistened by rain, sometimes like a pebble washed by a stream, sometimes make my heart surge, sometimes make me extraordinarily quiet, and sometimes make me feel moved and refreshing. Whether it is the love tragedy of Bao, Dai and Chai, or the rise and fall of a big family, I am fascinated, intoxicated and unable to extricate myself. Gradually, I finally understood that "it's no use just talking about a dream of red mansions and reading all the poems." She is like a huge treasure house, always waiting for me to dig!
Book, how nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you. Meeting is a magical arrangement and the beginning of everything. In a sense, everything in the world meets: just like cold meets warm, there is rain; Spring meets winter, and there are years; Heaven and earth meet, and there is eternity; People meet and have life. ...
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I have been a member of Class 5 since I was placed in the fourth grade, and I have never left. Looking back on my life in Class Five in the past two years, I feel too much emotion in my heart. ...
Making a bamboo raft, singing resounds through the sky.
At the end of the fourth grade, our Class Five participated in a sailing summer camp around the island road. It was an activity with bamboo rafts as the main content. We first made a bamboo raft out of bamboo poles, and then tied the four corners with knots. When tying bamboo, we learned to tie cross knots and square knots. These two knots are not only beautiful, but also strong. Finally, we in Qi Xin held the whole bamboo raft high, and the coach stood among us and tied the bucket with a rope. In this hot summer, our Class 5 proudly sang "Shaolin Hero". This high-pitched singing voice is clear and bright in the vast sea and resounds through the sky. In the evening, there is still a quarter of an hour before sunset. The bamboo raft of Class Five of ours has withstood the test of the whole class and returned home in triumph. Thank Class Five for giving me the joy of success!
Standing on the platform, Class Five shows the campus.
At the closing ceremony of the fifth-grade art festival, we proudly stood in the center of the stage and sang the class songs, but what we saw was: alternately squatting, snapping our fingers, stamping our feet and dancing. But when we saw the bright smiles of parents and teachers, we were even more excited. The audience was full of passion and applause was endless. Drums break changhong, and the piano clanks proudly.
The sunshine in early summer is full of hope, joy and enthusiasm, and it is full of the whole May. One activity after another closely linked me with Class Five. In this warm group, there are classmates, teachers and parents who are busy before the show, and there is silent care and companionship, which reveals the strong cohesion of our class everywhere! I believe that the future will be wonderful, and our new generation will lead the starring role. Thank Class Five for giving me the confidence and strength to move on!
Class five, thank you for meeting. Nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you. The train roared by, and a vast wilderness appeared outside the window, and your smile faintly appeared in front of the window.
I smacked my lips as if I were still tasting the sweetness.
Do you still sit under that old house and sell hot syrup all the way? Where the cold wind blows, the alley is filled with faint fragrance.
Are you still quietly leaning against the fire, stirring the bright yellow syrup with a big white spoon in your hand? A flower blooms on your head, falls unsteadily and leaves the silence of the world unsteadily.
The syrup melts in the bowl and in your endless sympathy and pity.
Sister, it's getting late. Where are you going alone? As soon as I looked up, my silver hair with the imprint of the years was slowly coming towards me. Your face is covered with vicissitudes of life wrinkles. Look at my tearful face, you take off your coat and put it on for me. My cold hands are wrapped in warm palms, not very warm.
As if something suddenly occurred to you, you took my hand and walked slowly into the makeshift shed, where there was a warm stove with a basin of bright syrup and thick yellow. Under the reflection of the light, you pick up a long metal spoon, scoop up some syrup from it and put it on the white marble board. You slowly swing the spoon and skillfully make gestures on the chopping board. Rock sugar is sprinkled on it like amber. I stood by curiously, tears streaming down my face, and the wind hurt me.
Here you go, here you go. Don't cry, your voice is soft and mellow. I saw a butterfly spreading its wings. The warm light yellow image has a hidden power and spreads to the deep heart. Suddenly, I'm not afraid anymore. You pulled two wooden stools in front of me and motioned me to sit down. Always with a warm smile, why are you alone? I frowned: I lost with my parents. It's okay. Sit down first.
I only remember that you led my parents into the shed, and I threw myself into their arms, but you smiled.
Sugar is still sweet. I took a drag and left the alley. I saw you on Tsing Yi, smiling at us against the winter wind, holding a small can of syrup in your hand.
Are you still there, living in peace?
The car is flying, the wind is whistling, and now you are smiling with a small jar. Nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you. I am walking home with a heavy burden and full of problems. Fine snowflakes were falling, and I saw a yellow forest in the distance and approached. It turned out to be May.
Its branches are vigorous, the trunk is full of flowers, the flowers seem to be smiling and the clothes are wrinkled. Flowers are not a pile of thousands, they are just arranged. This and that are inseparable, like a carefully laid-out ink painting. Its color, petals are delicate yellow, a little introverted inside, but stamens are rosy, which stands out in yellow. The tenderness of a whole tree brings the vitality of spring to winter. I looked at it, and my mood was not heavy, and I was much relaxed. However, there is a question: why is plum so beautiful in the cold environment in winter?
There are bees crawling around among the flowers. A gust of wind blew, and a faint fragrance came to my face. It was cool, sweet and natural. No wonder bees visit in winter. How do bees resist this fragrance? I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and savored the fragrance, only feeling clean. This fragrance is like a smile, a cup of tea, a calm heart and an old man who sees through the world of mortals. Mei in the snow is so calm, calm, unpretentious rather than fighting, resisting fireworks. For snow, it is tolerant. You see, glittering and translucent white snow is supported by branches, while plums are purer, which reminds people of the story that "Mei Xuxun's snow is three parts white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance". This kind of contrast becomes interesting, only Mei will smile at difficulties, and it is precisely because of this calm optimism that Mei will become more beautiful.
My doubts were solved. Looking at the exercises in my hand, I suddenly realized that my burden was just facing the so-called difficulties, complaining anxiously, rather than solving them calmly. I am too impetuous.
When I got home, I tried to calm down and read those questions carefully. Although it is not fast, I feel extremely happy that it has been solved slowly. Looking out the window, snowflakes are falling, and I seem to see the plum blossom. It's good to see them!
Nice to meet you. Friendship is a pearl. When you put them together, they will become crystal clear. Friendship is a drop of nectar, which comes together to synthesize freshness; Friendship is a blooming flower. Combine them, and it becomes a beautiful flower.
I remember that Duan Duan and I were assigned to the same class at the beginning of the first year of junior high school. Of course, there are several boys. We are both primary school classmates of each other, so I played with her and had a good time. I'm not good at math. She always helps me with my math. Whenever she helps me with my math, the smile on my face seems to tell me that it's nice to meet you.
From then on, we became inseparable friends. Every day and night, we can see two inseparable figures wandering on the road. Even a cold joke can keep grinning on the road.
At school, you have a wide network of contacts and contacts, and you often drag me to other classes to "drop in". I remember that once Mr. physical education class wanted to take the 8 100 exam and thought, "Oh, my God, I'm finished". What I fear most is the PE teacher's phrase "Get on the runway". When you see my expression, you say, "I'm afraid I'm in the top ten, so you can tighten me up later." Nice to see you again.
"Well, then you have to hold me." I said with a smile. With a whistle, the girls ran out like arrows. The first lap, the second lap was ok, and the third lap made me unable to hold on. She held out a handsome hand in front of me and said, "Hold me." She said, in this way, I held her hand and ran the remaining two laps, with good results.
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, we are already in the second day of junior high school, and suddenly look back. Fortunately, in the past covered by years, you have been accompanied by more than family, and those prosperous sorrows have finally become blank, leaving only the flowers of youth. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you! Every time I get below 90 in the exam, you come to comfort me with what you have learned. Although you are laughed at by more or less boys and girls every day, you are not sad, but use your clever mouth to answer their vulgar and obscene words. Obviously, you treat life calmly, never quarrel with those dirty classmates, but silently read your favorite extracurricular books in your own position. Whenever I have nothing to do after class and glance at you while walking, you will definitely ignore me, but continue reading without external interference and concentrate on reading.
I remember that once a classmate in our class was injured and bled all over the floor. You were always the first to report to the class teacher, and also the first to rush back to the classroom and wipe off the blood with a wet mop after helping the injured classmate go to the school hospital to see him off. I saw this series with my own eyes and turned you into a star and role model in my heart. I always run back and forth when I meet something. In the corridor of the campus, there will always be traces of your flying over again and again.
Whenever I meet people with poor grades, I will always help them enthusiastically, so as to launch a series of teaching guidance with the students with poor grades. You will always help them enthusiastically, smile at the students with poor grades, educate and guide them with your smart mouth, and make the students with poor grades feel better from the depths and have self-knowledge.
Whenever the bad classmates next to me bully you, I can't help but want to help you get rid of all this sewage and your dirty bag. Your stress will go up in smoke, and sooner or later, the light will light up your shining future! It’s lovely to see you. Yuan!
You have helped me and countless people. Let the light shine on your bright road! Yuan! Help others, thank you! Nice to meet you, Yuan!
Nice to meet you. A word of concern, like sunshine, spilled into my heart. A hug, like sunshine, warmed my whole body; An encouragement, like a bright lamp, lit up my way forward. My friend, nice to meet you.
I have a friend. He and I are inseparable all day. Wherever we go, we are all together. The friendship between us can almost be said to be close.
Last time our class held a sports meeting, I was elected. On the day of the sports meeting, I made extremely full preparations for this competition.
When the teacher said "start", I saw that I was near the finish line with the fastest speed, but I don't know why, my feet were "touched" by the earth like a naughty child, and I lost a lot of blood. At this time, my friend came directly, and the teacher helped me to the clinic with him.
When I arrived at the clinic, I saw my good friend's hand bleeding. I think it was when he helped me just now, and I fell down again. His hand was under me.
As I walked, I couldn't help thinking, "Friend, it's good to see you!" " "At this moment, somehow, a drop of glittering and translucent tears slipped down the cheek. ...
I still remember one time, we went to play together and I accidentally bumped into a wall. I endured the beating. He seems to have found me hit. He asked me if I was squeezed out, but I replied no. When he saw that I didn't say anything, he asked me to go after him because my leg was hit and I couldn't run. He said, "Don't be brave!" Good thing he brought me a band-aid.
At this moment, I thought; "Friend, it's good to see you!"
Nice to meet you. I met you by chance.
I'll come with you, Zhu Zi? What's the matter with you? The river was crystal clear, and I saw a strange insect with two legs in it. When I was wondering what kind of insect it was, you told me it was called water dragonfly.
I said I didn't believe it on purpose, so we quarreled.
I ran to the other side of the river and saw a sanitation worker's broom lying quietly on the ground. I saw my grandfather's car as a cleaner not far away. I threw the broom to the other side and told you to put it under the car. Because the voice was too low, you threw it to me again, and so it was thrown back and forth countless times. You and I finally got tired of playing, so we sat next to each other on the stone bench and had a rest.
After a few minutes' rest, I called you again and told you to run to the next path. But you deliberately played the devil's advocate and jumped on the stone on the river, but when you jumped on the second stone on the river, you fell into the water with a splash. I froze for two seconds, then strode to the library. No matter how the librarian reprimanded me, I turned a deaf ear. By the time I called the adults, your hair was already wet. Clothes, trousers and shoes are dripping. I won't know until I ask. After falling twice, you finally managed to climb ashore. My heart, this just slowly calmed down.
You are a person who dares to challenge yourself and is also very strong. You are a real man. You fell down here and stood up again. You didn't cry or make trouble. Your calm and brave spirit is worth learning.
Now we don't live together because we moved, but the moment you climbed ashore from the river will be engraved in my heart forever.
Nice to meet you. With the coming of late autumn, the weather is much cooler and the surrounding scenery is becoming more and more beautiful. I suddenly became "picturesque", took my sketchpad and went straight to the park to look for beautiful autumn scenery.
On the open grass in the park, there is a stream on the left and a small tree in front, which is a good place for sketching. So, I set up an easel, put on headphones, and prepared to copy this beautiful autumn scenery. Fallen leaves fluttered with the wind and fell among trees, grass and streams, like a rain of fallen leaves, with a hint of coolness in the breeze, which is a unique taste of autumn. The stream is crystal clear, and leaves of various colors are floating on the water, including red, yellow and orange ... The sun shines softly on the grass, just like a fairy dancing. I drew all these in front of me.
"What a beautiful painting!" I turned around and found a girl sitting behind me, with long waterfall-like curly hair, blinking like a little star, and deep dimples on both sides of her mouth. She really smiled and fell in love with her country, which was as beautiful as a fairy without losing her aura. "Little Fairy" smiled and looked at me drawing.
We are all familiar with each other. When we first met, we had a good chat. "Your color matching is too natural. You must have studied for a long time. Where did you learn it? " I answered her one by one: "I have been studying painting since kindergarten, and now I am studying with Mr. Bao in Lingdong Chuangyi." Under the influence of her warm and hearty personality, I gradually relaxed my restraint and opened the floodgate like an old classmate. It turns out that her name is Lin Zian, and she is also an art lover.
We met and hated each other, chatting and drawing. Before we realized it, the sunset had kissed the earth, and a cold evening breeze was blowing around. We reluctantly said goodbye and made an appointment to draw and chat together in the old place next weekend.
From the painting "Media", I am very lucky to meet you in this cool autumn day-Lin Zian, how nice!
Nice to meet you. 10 has many friends around, but if you can pick out the best and try your best to help you at the critical moment, it's really hard to say how many.
You laughed at my friends, but you didn't know I was laughing at the people around you.
Friends are people who share weal and woe. Don't ask for many friends, just ask for sincerity.
I remember last winter, I accidentally broke the glass on the school wall while playing ball. I was dumbfounded. What should I do? What should I do if the performance will be held in a few days? I was at a loss and squatted there crying.
What happened? I looked up at her and told her what happened. He listened calmly and said, well, I see. It's okay, don't cry, what's the big deal! I will buy a new one for the school with you.
I don't know what's going on. It is unpleasant to hear her comfort me like this and help me to be punished together.
So, I ran back to the dormitory to get money and apologize to the teacher. However, unexpectedly. I shouted the report and walked into the teacher's office. When the teacher saw that I had money, I seemed to understand something. The teacher asked me: Can glass play? I was shocked. How can the teacher know? When he saw that I was puzzled, he said that someone had already paid you just now, and there was no need to pay again. I just stood there for a long time: oh, nothing. I'll go first.
As soon as I walked out of the teacher's office, I saw her standing there waiting for me. I began to realize that she had helped me. Suddenly hot tears came out of my eyes and I hugged her. She patted me and said, don't take this little thing to heart. Don't cry in such a cold day, be careful of freezing! He wiped my tears as he spoke.
After this, I feel very warm now. I understand that sentence, who can do it and who can't, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
I met you 1 1 many times, boating on the river of memory, looking for you; Staring at you in the cradle of the soul. Although we just met, but, teacher, your words will never be forgotten by the whole class, and have already echoed in my ears. ...
On that day, my heart was gloomy. Seeing the dawn in Shanghai, the wind messed up my heartbeat. The Chinese test paper with a red cross in my hand seemed to criticize me, and the five-flavor bottle in my heart was knocked over. The wind rolled the scattered five flavors and scattered them all over my body. My confidence was badly hit by this red cross. It seems to be broken again, and tears finally flow down unwillingly.
The next day, you gave us our first Chinese lesson. You walk into the classroom, look at your classmates' happy or sad expressions and smile. Such as the sunshine in winter permeates this dreary classroom. Finally, your eyes fell on me, and I hung my head with a blank face, afraid to look straight into your eyes. I was so scared at that time that there was even a trace of blame and bitterness in your expression. Finally, I looked up and saw that there was no blame in your clear eyes, but more encouragement. A voice full of affinity rang out in the classroom: "I can understand everyone's mood, and I will get up when I fall." Say, you take out a report card, "this is the report card for everyone to start the exam." I only glanced at the names of those great teachers. From now on, I will tear up all my grades, leaving only my name. From now on, in my class, whether you are an excellent student or an underachiever, whether you are a naughty boy or an introverted girl, you will be a brand-new blank sheet of paper in front of me. I hope everyone can draw.
Your gentle words, accompanied by my heart rain, beat my heart. It's like a long-lost ray of sunshine on my heart, which dispels the dark clouds, calms the storm and calms my anxiety and sadness.
Since then, in the face of a fluttering test paper, I no longer shrink back; Holding a thick book, I am no longer tired; I am no longer lonely in the face of failure, because I have a belief to support me. ...
Nice to meet you. 12 time is not old, we will not leave. This is not the inscription of a dream.
The so-called luck, I think it is to meet the right person at the right time. I was lucky to meet her in the summer when the lotus was in full bloom. I don't know when my quiet life broke into such a girl, which aroused thousands of ripples.
She is charming and gentle by nature. Always gives people a desire to protect her. Her long hair is shoulder-length, her watery eyes are so smart that you can't guess her little thoughts, and there is always some sadness in her brow. When she laughed, she gave a silvery laugh.
I sat side by side with her on the playground. The wind stirred her hair. I sang a song in her ear. Suddenly I stopped and said, "I miss her, the guy who called me Ning Guazi."
"hmm." She answered softly.
"I still can't let her go, and I can't forget that failed friendship."
"I know."
I lay on her shoulder, greedily smelling the fragrance of her hair tips. Although her shoulders are not as generous as her parents, this moment has given me a great sense of security. Enough silence, I continued to hum the unfinished song.
We often stick together like this. Although we are speechless, we both understand each other's thoughts.
She is also my exclusive personal translator. I am a lazy person, many words are abbreviated and then abbreviated before floating out. For these words, others are speechless and can't understand me for a long time. At this time, I will proudly pat her on the shoulder and say, "Come on! Translation. " I will feel a sense of satisfaction when I see the way they suddenly realize after hearing her answer.
It is also a luxury to be narcissistic about her occasionally. She won't dislike the sound as soon as others do. She will listen to you quietly and say, "you narcissist!" " "
Only she understands my strength and fragility, and only I understand the sadness under her smile. We are like two injured animals, licking each other's wounds where others can't see us.
Nice to meet you. When I was a child, I learned to recite Thoughts on a Quiet Night, so I remembered your name-Li Bai.
When I grow up, I know more about your poems, from "How the water of the Yellow River goes out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return" to "The Blue Line of the North Mountain and the White Song of the East Water". You are a great romantic poet in Tang Dynasty, and you are known as a poet.
You have left many famous works for future generations. For example, "the moon turns with the blue mountains, and the green mountains flow like the milky way, but it feels quiet." Another example is "Jinling is quiet and cool at night, the West Building is alone to see the Five Mountains, the white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops the beads and the autumn moon." The mountains, green waters, birds singing and bright moon in Datang are so vivid and beautiful in your pen. These pure, ethereal and clear poems made me feel like I saw a crystal clear landscape painting, and I was in it.
In Autumn at Camp Gate, I met a chivalrous man who fought the sword and walked the world.
When seeing your friends off, you only use colors and scenery descriptions to express your farewell. You draw a vast and beautiful picture at once with ease. I didn't see the word "farewell", but the end of my pen was clearly full of farewell feelings. From this, I met a poet who attached great importance to emotion and righteousness.
You have the heroic spirit of "colorful horses and precious jade, throwing the ground for wine", you also have the talent of "conquering the monarch and showing things to the left and right", and at the same time you have the talent of "screaming out of the sky, are we Artemisia people?"
Your influence on me lies not only in the edification of literature, but also in the help and inspiration of your poems and stories.
When I was a child, the story of "iron grinds into a needle" told me that we should be single-minded in everything, and only with a correct attitude and perseverance can we succeed. When I grow up, I learned this poem "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " . This poem taught me to regain my confidence. I can't give up hope because of a little setback, which gives me the courage and confidence to face failure.
There were many poets in your time, but you brought me the greatest. It is those famous books that let me know a bohemian and unknown you.
Li Bai, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you. 14 Dear: DOG
Now it seems that we are ordinary online friends. But you are a part of my heart. I don't know who I am in your eyes, but I don't think it matters.
I don't know how I met you, maybe it's because of fate. There are peaches, milk tea, liners and so on in your world, and I am also very self-aware. Maybe you don't care about me, you're just using me. But I also want to be that fool.
The person you like remembers a hopeless love with her last youth.
Fate let me meet you, so I hope to lead you out of the source of pain. Look at the way you cry, so lonely and arrogant, I think I can't help but want to go up and give you a hug.
I want to rely on you. I am so eager for hope at the age of fourteen.
I am stupid, but I am really happy.
Goodbye, DOG. Goodbye this time.
Sometimes fate is a magical thing, and I have never been so grateful for its tolerance to me. Although those regrets, regrets and thoughts have no chance to say. I won't talk about it. It let me know that I am no longer obsessed with an answer, and I am no longer afraid to face myself. Stop blaming him.
"Can we still be friends?"
"Be the kind of friend who will never contact again!"
We left each other the most splendid freedom. In those relaxed, peaceful and dark futures, maybe others will go further with me with fresh hearts and shining eyes, dreams and love! "
Dye and write
August 24(th)
Nice to meet you. The autumn wind is bleak A new life was born in the cold moonlight. That was the first time we met. At that time, I thought you were the most important person in my life.
As soon as I opened my blurred eyes, I was beaten and cried by the nurse. I was sent to your hand, and you held me in your hand. Sweat on my face soaked my skirt, filled with tension and joy, and I read in my mouth: "Baby doesn't cry, baby doesn't cry!" " "I opened my eyes and looked at the joy on your face, which I will always remember. Open your mouth, there are two dimples on your red face, and your eyes seem to be shining with excited tears.
A few years later, you go out to work and go home once in a long time. I only live with my mother. Once after school, I didn't see my mother around the school doorman, so I was going back to the classroom first. The second I turned around, I heard someone calling my name, familiar and unfamiliar. I turned around curiously and saw you at a glance. You are so different: gray work clothes and yellow helmet, I can't see black "cement shoes", bright smile, white teeth and two. I rushed over and threw myself into the warm chest I had spent as a child. Sunflowers in my heart seemed to have sunshine, so I held my head high. After a "dark night", the sun and the sunflower met again.
When I entered middle school, I began to pay attention to image, which is fashion. I took off my winter clothes as soon as I entered the spring, but I didn't know that my body could not bear the huge temperature difference. Soon, I caught a bad cold. I'm lying in bed and you're sitting at the head of the bed. You asked me, "Are you hungry?" I said, "I want to drink papaya porridge." You got up and left. "hey!" You turn around and look puzzled. "Put more papaya!" I tried to squeeze out a smile. You smile back at me, and your eyes are full of love, as if a bright star is shining.
Your smile and turn around are different transformations of many "you", but you will always cherish the smile of a father behind you and make it the title page of your life. It was the first time we met, and it was also the beginning of our meeting. ...