I met her on September 9, which represents eternity. As a transfer student, she always has a faint smile on her face. The smile is subtle, as if laughing at something. I'll never learn math well. She teaches me question after question like an old pedant, and often pretends to be helpless and sighs at me: "Why are you so stupid?" I knock her on the head from time to time. Time is spent slowly in the battle.
It's getting colder and colder. My joints are always bad, so I can't even walk because of the pain. That day in art class, I quietly drew a cartoon that said, "What should I do if I can't walk anymore?" This joking question got a simple and pure answer: "If you can't go, I'll go behind your back." At that time, I didn't know whether it was from physical pain or spiritual touch, and my eyes were moist. Sometimes, a timely concern from a friend will make the whole winter no longer cold.
One sunny afternoon, I was educated by the class teacher because of a small matter, and I was very unhappy, boring my head and doing exercises absently. She knocked on my head again: "Girl, you made a mistake again. Why are you so stupid? What are you thinking about? Don't you know how to use your stupid heart? " I was in a bad mood and growled, "I'm just stupid. Leave it alone. I'm bored to death!" " "My voice is not loud enough for people around me to hear. Her face suddenly turned red with shame and she stopped talking. I realized that I was wrong, but I was embarrassed to apologize. In the next few days, we had a cold war. In an early reading class, I wrote an apology note and gave it to her. After reading it, she gave me a bad smile: "Have you finally realized your mistake? What dignity do you have? Hee hee ... "
Talking to her about it some time ago, she smiled slightly: "It is necessary for friends to tolerate each other. Actually, I'm not angry with you, just waiting for your apology. Where else should I put my face? " A hundred rivers are full of tolerance. Tolerance is the beginning of friendship and the source of happiness. We cherish each other's friendship.
I will graduate soon. Although those warm days have become memories, the touch and sweetness it brought me will never be forgotten.
Write 500 words on that warm day (the second article)
When the warmth is gone, the cold takes over the whole life, and we begin to miss those warm days.
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"come on Baby! We work together! " "Don't lose heart!" "One more time!" Those encouraging words are still ringing in my ears, but the warmth of the past is gone, only the busy figure when I wake up in the middle of the night, the figure who gets up early and goes out in a hurry, and the words are less and less. The concept of "father" is becoming more and more vague to me, and only that figure is left in my mind.
Once upon a time, how long ago, I was still an ignorant child, calling for my father. In my opinion, the immature children's voice is too childish to pronounce words clearly, but in the eyes of my father, it is such a moving voice. Whenever I click, my father always hugs me with joy and says with a smile, "OK, OK." At that time, I was too young to be called "Da Da", but I clearly knew that the man in front of me was my father-the one who loved me the most.
A father who brought me tea and water when I was thirsty; A father who cares for me when I am sick; My father was the first to encourage me when I was in trouble. He doesn't have to be rich, smart or capable. At least he is a father who loves me.
But that was a long time ago, but not now. Those warm days have become memories and I miss them very much. From the pearl in my hand to the dispensable existence now, I have become more and more frustrated. I am eager for my father to leave my job, so that I can relive my old feelings and miss the sweet time together.
Those scattered memories slowly pieced together my wonderful childhood, and bit by bit memories came to my mind, and scenes of the past came to my eyes. I quietly recalled those warm days, and tears soaked my eyes. When all the good things are washed away by time, I hope to have you by my side to accompany me to recall those small years.
Write 500 words on that warm day (the third article)
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Those warm days
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That warm day that warm day 500 words composition 500 words
The first article: a warm day
I have been in the first grade, and I am one year older unconsciously, but I am getting farther and farther away from that warm day-primary school life.
Looking back on primary school life, how happy it is. When I first went to school, everyone was strange, the teacher was strange, and the classmates were strange. None of us dare to talk in class or communicate after class. Think about it. It's really funny.
By the third day, everyone was familiar with it and began a naive style: one by one "cliques" and more "38th parallel" on the table. Boys and girls quarrel with each other, argue with each other and compare with each other. The third grade is really a colorful year.
In a blink of an eye, the fourth grade arrived again. Although there are still arguments between boys and girls, they are all dispersed with the help of teachers: the "38th parallel" is gone; Although "gangs" exist, they all talk about learning from each other; Boys and girls compare their grades with each other, and no one lags behind. Let the class atmosphere of the fourth grade suddenly change. Everyone speaks loudly and listens attentively in class, so that our class can be a class that can reassure teachers. Each of us is full of smiles and hopes for learning. The fourth grade is really a year full of joy.
Time flies, the fourth grade has passed in an instant, ushered in a unique fifth grade life. The fifth grade is about to face the nervous entrance examination for primary school students, and everyone is busy preparing for it, preparing to do well in the future. In this year, we have a different understanding of learning and are full of motivation for learning. Everyone is thinking: do well in the exam and win glory for your parents. The year passed quickly, quickly. The fifth grade is really the fastest year in the past.
While we were thinking, an exciting test came. I also had an exciting but unforgettable day in the exam. Although this warm day-primary school life has passed, I will not only think about the past, but I will still face the new day with the best look.
Chapter 2: Warm Days
Those scattered memories slowly pieced together my beautiful memories, and dribs and drabs of memories surfaced in my mind, and scenes of the past surfaced in front of me. I quietly recalled those warm days.
I met her on September 9, which represents eternity. As a transfer student, she always has a faint smile on her face. The smile is subtle, as if laughing at something. I'll never learn math well. She teaches me question after question like an old pedant, and often pretends to be helpless and sighs at me: "How can you do this?"
It's getting colder and colder. My joints are always bad, so I can't even walk because of the pain. That day in art class, I quietly drew a cartoon and wrote this sentence beside it.