Time to live and time to die.

Childhood is a beach, and there are countless shells lying on the beach waiting for us to pick up. Among them, some are excited, some are sad, some are struggling for their ideals, and some are not enterprising. In my childhood, I remember most clearly when I was in grade five. It was the first math exam last semester in grade five. I got full marks easily, and I was very excited. Praised by teachers at school, envied by classmates, especially praised by teacher Yuan. Miss Yuan is our math teacher. She is a super teacher and her teaching level is quite high. Miss Yuan will retire in one year, and we are her last students. I am even more proud of getting full marks in the exam. I don't concentrate in class and don't finish my homework carefully. I thought: I know all this, it's not difficult at all. As a result, my math scores began to decline. I didn't do my homework right once, even the simplest questions were wrong, and my exam results were not as good as before. I only got 89 points in the second exam. "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." This truth is well known, but I forgot it at that time. I made an excuse for my poor grades and went my own way. One Monday afternoon, the brigade counselor asked the brigade Committee to have a meeting with the squadron leaders of each class. The squadron leader of our class left soon after finishing his homework, but I still have one problem to finish, so I can't keep up with him. Looking back on that incident now, I really want to thank that question for letting me leave a little late. Soon, the last question was asked. I took a pen and notebook to prepare for the meeting. When I walked to the door of the classroom, Miss Yuan stopped me. She said to me calmly, "You don't want to be a flash in the pan, do you?" What do you mean a flash in the pan? "This sentence sounds dull, but it has played a great shock in my heart. The building I proudly built in my heart collapsed instantly, leaving only a pile of ruins, as if my body had suffered a major earthquake. A flash in the pan? Am I really just a flash in the pan? Don't! Absolutely not! I must study hard! Since then, I seem to be a different person. I am no longer proud. I studied hard and my grades improved. When I got full marks in the third exam, Teacher Yuan gave me a satisfied smile. Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for letting me understand that learning should be down to earth.

childhood memories

I have left many wonderful memories in my life. They are like pearls shining on the beach, so you can pick them up and chew them carefully from time to time. At night, it was horribly quiet, and there was not even a breath of wind. A few scattered stars in the sky blinked, and several fires in the distance have gone out, but I still can't sleep on the sofa for a long time. There is Emil Wakin Chau's Friends on the radio, which reminds me of the day when I left my alma mater: it was raining and I was wandering around the campus alone with an umbrella. How beautiful it is here-flowers are in full bloom and trees are shaded. Once upon a time, there were laughter and books everywhere. However, soon, I will leave this beautiful campus and embark on the road of studying in a different place. The flagpole is erected on campus, and we held a flag-raising ceremony here on Monday morning. On that playground, we left the passion when we held the school sports meeting. The teaching building is in front of me, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge. "I left gently, just as I came gently ..." In a blink of an eye, the past has vanished. Only the kind face of the teacher and the childish face of the friend are left. Unforgettable Unforgettable, why did you come so soon? I suspect: it is the sunshine that comes and goes quietly in our daily casual; It is a beautiful dandelion flower, flying gently and falling leisurely. My alma mater is my glass shell. I want to stay inside forever, I know, it's a daydream, impossible. Finally, I walked out of my glass shell and stared at the future in the sun. On that day, I found that the sky and the soil were in harmony. In this way, I left. Now I often indulge in the past, but I know that as time goes by, that is the past and I can't come back.

Childhood fun

In the colorful world, childhood is joyful, childhood is unbridled, childhood is … Everyone has his own childhood, and my childhood is naive. When I was 6 years old, I went to my grandmother's house to play. That's my naivety. Adults say that flying can travel in the blue sky and be carefree. So, I think about flying all day. One day, sitting on a small bench, I saw some chickens climbing onto the balcony and trying to drive them downstairs. So I followed my grandmother's example and waved and shouted, "Go!" "Who knows, those chickens don't listen to me, just run around. Suddenly, a chicken jumped off the balcony. I was so scared. I looked down and saw the chicken flapping its wings several times and landing safely. I was shocked and exclaimed in surprise: "The chicken flew, the chicken flew! Flying chicken, flying chicken! " I seem to have discovered a new continent and shouted. From then on, I knew what "flying chicken" meant. Knowing this meaning, I intend to be a "flying chicken". One afternoon, grandma went for a walk. I sneaked into the chicken shed, took a fancy to a mighty rooster, and thought it was appropriate. The rooster seemed to anticipate that he was in big trouble and ran around one by one. I finally caught the chicken and sat on it. At first, the chicken struggled desperately, screamed and stopped. Grandma came back immediately after hearing the cock crow and asked me what was going on. I said casually, "I want to be a flying chicken." Grandma listened, first stunned, and then smiled. I am still flying.

happy childhood

Looking out the window at the big tree with a thick trunk, I couldn't help thinking deeply. I gradually feel that my childhood is slowly eroded by time, and the residual afterglow reminds me of the old days when I was locked up, which makes my childhood integrate with that big tree and divide it into three parts. When I stepped into the first step of my childhood, I always wanted to grow tall and grow up. At that time, I didn't know anything. I just wanted to grow up and work. Maybe it's because they love me so much. In the first grade of primary school, I was not used to school life. I don't like my classmates and teachers very much, and I don't like the class door that is twice as tall as me. I feel that they are all laughing at me, laughing at my appearance, laughing at my height, laughing at me ... Generally speaking, the school is like a prison, and the classroom is like a cell covered with moss, which is out of reach. So this happened. One morning, I had to go to the prison. Finally, when the class started, everyone sat in their seats. God always seems to be against me. Why is this festival so long? I'm looking forward to class. Class, class, but on the contrary, waiting for a long time, I finally can't stand it. I opened my voice and shouted, "Mom, I want to get out of here." I still remember this scene vividly. I smell a damp smell, and the air is filled with crying. I heard the teacher's footsteps, approaching slowly and getting closer. I feel itchy on my head, as if hundreds of bugs have climbed up. The footsteps stopped and the teacher stopped beside me. Someone laughed, but the sound soon disappeared. I felt that laughter blocked the teacher's sight. I looked at the classmate. ""Don't learn how to make money? " I'm still motionless. I was silent for a while, and what he said was very reasonable. The crying died away. I wiped my tears with my thick fingers and nodded. The teacher's mouth suddenly showed a sincere smile. The whole class laughed, and so did I. It was that angel who made me understand the teacher's love, made me more confident, took a big step towards my childhood, and planted my roots more firmly in the wet soil. I know a lot of things I can't do, and I love learning more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and there is a class door almost as high as mine. I have a special feeling about it. That's my home. Where is it? I made a friend. If there is a problem in the engineering class, he helps me patiently like a teacher. However, he likes practical jokes very much. I went too far. Here is a story about him: "It's so hot in summer, so naive." "I agree with you, this is true. "I walked with him on the way to school. In the face of this hateful weather, we are like food in the oven." I can't help it "He gritted his teeth and said angrily, and kicked an empty soda can five meters away. There was only a crash. I left. At that time, I couldn't hear what he and the cold drink boss were saying, and then the boss called me over. The boss held out his greedy and fat palm as if to remind me of something. I know he is hinting at me and asking me to give him money. I looked around, there was no sign of that classmate, and an ominous feeling invaded my brain, as if an unstoppable wave was coming at me. "Please give me six dollars," the boss said very gently. I dare not speak. "Oh, by the way, this boy played me again, no wonder I just felt this way. I took out my money and handed it to the fat boss. I really want to beat him up. Of course, I am thirsty and tired now. On the way home, it's like walking on the Long March, exhausted. Hey, what's up? Blame yourself for being stupid. In this way, I just touched my friend. I know this is not a simple term, and I will have closer contact with it in the future. The trunk of the tree will come to an end. How time flies. I'm already a sixth-grade student. I especially like watching birds and watching them come back. I am taller than him, so I am bored. Look at the mossy wall and the small door. This is the preciousness of friendship. That night, the school was quiet, and occasionally there were one or two birds chirping. Everyone fell asleep in our dormitory. "Ah" I let out a cry and woke up from my dream. Suddenly my stomach seemed to be kicked hard, and the pain was unbearable. Another classmate woke up, probably because of me. I struggled to get out of bed, ready to go to the infirmary. At this moment, a hand reached out to help me. "Wow," I called out. "Shh, don't make any noise." I looked at him, but he really scared me. He asked me about my illness and helped me get the medicine. On the way back, he carried me all the way to the dormitory. I slept in bed and thought a lot. I finally really understand friendship and understand the meaning of this term. I can't help salty tears and let them roll down my cheeks. I don't have much time with my classmates. Watching the bird return, I am thoughtful. Everything has to end. The story of this dead tree is wonderful. So what? They're all dead. In the end, it was unknown and disappeared in the misty rain. My neighbor's music interrupted my train of thought and I was awakened. "The hurried days passed too fast, so I drifted in my childhood. ...