With the passage of time, the golden dream of childhood has quietly passed away, but those scenes full of childlike interest have long been fixed in my memory.
When I was rummaging through things that day, I came across an album hidden in the cupboard for a long time. I opened it curiously, and the memory of my childhood was vivid. ...
Turning to the first page of the photo album reminds me of a funny story about picking strawberries with my father. Walking into the field, I learned from my father that I rolled up my trouser legs, wore a huge straw hat and held a plastic basin in my hand. After I was armed, I followed my father. I am small and walk like a duck because I have too many things with me. My father saw it.
"Ha ha ha ..." I laughed. This photo was taken when I was playing in Zhuhai. At that time, my brother and I chased around the marble square, running and running, with happy smiles on our faces from time to time. My mother took the photo when we were casual. When the photo was developed, I saw my brother really fly. It turns out that when my mother was taking pictures of us, my brother just started dancing. When there are guests in the future. At this time, my brother will stare at me and make me laugh and cry.
Turning this page, we entered the photo taken in "Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife World". Behind my brother and I is an artificial tree, which opens its mouth fiercely as if to devour us. But my brother and I are still happy and carefree. ...
Looking at the photos full of childlike interest, I seem to have returned to that carefree childhood. Although these are old things, they are like glowing small shells, which will remain on the beach in my memory forever.
Step 2 be affectionate all the way
If I were a flower, my mother's love would be sweet rain and dew. If I were a tree, my mother's love would be warm sunshine. If I were a grass, my mother's love would be a warm spring breeze ... from the day I was born, I had my mother's deep love all the way. It is also my mother's love, accompanying me to grow sturdily.
Ignore? It is love!
"ouch! It hurts ... "In my memory, I was a toddler and ran to my mother, but I accidentally fell to the ground. The fall was so painful that I couldn't help crying: "Mom, come and help me …" I called my mother, hoping that she would try her best to comfort me and coax me with delicious and fun things. Mom came over, I'm hands in the air. However, my mother stopped in front of me: "Yue Yue, get up by yourself." I looked at my mother blankly and was at a loss. Mother said: "Yue Yue is so brave, get up by yourself!" " "I want to cheat, my mother said firmly," stand up by yourself! I can't get up. I have to go. "I have no choice but to get up quickly. So, my mother smiled happily. ...
Later, when I grew up, I understood my mother's good intentions Yes, I fell, so I must try to get up. Mom's pretending to ignore is actually love!
Reluctant? It's also love!
After living on campus, I can only go home for one or two days a week. Mother and daughter meet less, and my mother seems to be more and more reluctant to part with me. When I go back to school on weekends, my mother always rides a bike to accompany me to school. I have advised my mother several times that I have grown up and don't need someone to accompany me like a child. Mom just smiled and said, "How old have you grown? No matter how big it is, it's not all my daughter. "
Time passed by, whether it was hot or cold, my mother accompanied me to junior high school for two years. I remember that one day it rained, and my mother quickly put on a beautiful and soft raincoat for me. I asked, "Mom, why don't you wear one yourself!" Mother smiled and said, "There are only two raincoats at home. It is inconvenient for you to go to school to get that wet one." You can wear this and give it to me when you get to school. "Mom's words are not grandiloquence, but they make my heart shake, and a warm current comes to my mind. Meticulous? Still love!
It's late at night, and I'm still sitting under the lamp doing my homework. A cold wind blew and I sneezed inadvertently. Rubbing my nose, I suddenly felt something gently fall on my shoulder. I reached out and felt a pair of rough and warm hands. Looking back, my mother was putting on my coat. Looking at my mother's smile, I suddenly found that her original black hair was mixed with a lot of white hair. These white hairs are devoted to my mother's care for me.
The deep affection of my mother all the way is in the dribs and drabs of life. These little things are as thin as silk and as thin as thread. It is these humble little silk threads that weave into this mountain of love and benefit me for life.
[Opinion]: This is a beautiful article. Praise a mother's love, little things are woven into a mountain of love like silk thread, and feelings are beautiful. I love you all the way, which gives people a warm feeling and is also a beautiful title. The three subheadings of the full text are divided into three small things in daily life, with distinct levels and beautiful structure. In fact, writing a composition about life cannot require earth-shattering events. Even these trivial things are enough to touch people's hearts.
Step 3 bathe in the sunshine of love
There is one thing that can soften the heart of stone; There is one thing that can make a gloomy life full of hope; One thing has the power to bring back the dead. This is love. Love makes the world beautiful and decorates life.
When I was a child, love was a lollipop, a new dress and a sweet kiss from my mother. Now I always feel that love is like a vague shadow, and I can't find a clue. Love seems to be behind this shadow, but it refuses to show its true colors. I always try to find it, but it is like playing hide-and-seek with me, sometimes drifting and sometimes disappearing. It was not until I gave up my pursuit and calmed down slowly that I was surprised to find that love was by my side and always accompanied me.
I saw dad's back, bent back. It is this back that bears my childhood dream. Every day when I go to school and after school, I spend it on this back bend. Dad tells me jokes, stories about great scientists, stories about great men … I lean on my broad back and don't have to worry about the wind and rain, because dad has blocked everything for me. Now, I no longer lean behind my father, but take on the "work" of rubbing his back. I take this as a reward. But every time I face my father's crooked back, I can't help crying.
I see mom's lips, warm lips. Mom is not good at words, but I am always willing to talk to her. She always listens silently and then tells me, "Do what you want! I believe you can do better! " Whenever I take part in various competitions, she always likes to bend down and gently kiss my face before I leave. Yes, I'm used to it, too That's enough, isn't it?
I saw the teacher's eyes, deep eyes. It is these eyes that comfort me when I am discouraged; Give me encouragement when I make achievements; Give me strength when I am flustered and afraid; When I make a mistake and get lost, give me a warning ... it is these eyes that have been paying attention to me and let me never give up and go forward!
I finally understand what love is. Love is gratitude, hope and protection from any harm. And that vague shadow is my father's back, my mother's lips, my teacher's eyes and the care of all those who love me. Originally I have been bathed in the sunshine of love!
Step 4 feel maternal love
"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." I learned this song Ode to a Wanderer by heart when I was a child, but I never really understood its meaning. In a blink of an eye, I have been in Grade Three. In my eyes, my mother is a woman who has no opinion, does nothing and is vulgar. But one thing woke me up and changed my mind.
I remember it was the middle of winter and the wind was very cold. My classmates laughed at me for wearing sneakers on such a cold day. I was angry, but I fought with him for the sake of so-called face. But because they were outnumbered, they fled. Along the way, I looked at these torn and warm shoes, and I was so wronged that I burst into tears. As soon as I got home, I kicked the door open, threw my schoolbag on the sofa and sat angrily on the sofa. Mother was busy cooking and came out to see me as soon as she heard the sound. She looked at me with a smile, and then at the shoes I kicked into the corner. Her smile froze. I walked into the room without looking back, and the door slammed. Let my mother call me in a trembling voice.
An hour or two has passed for a long time. I calm down. Did my behavior hurt mom's heart? Think about the financial situation at home, the real house loan has not been repaid, and my mother is too frugal to buy clothes. She always said, "As long as you grow up and have a job, the clothes you buy will be brought into full play! How regretful I am to think of this! Watching late at night, I suddenly have an impulse to apologize to my mother. Sitting at the table, looking at the doorknob, I hesitated again, listening to the familiar footsteps outside, wasn't it my mother? I opened the door excitedly, only to find my mother holding a pair of new cotton shoes, shivering. She stammered, "I was going to buy it for you next month, but it doesn't seem to work now." It was cold, so I bought it in advance. Try it on quickly and see if it fits. "My tears can't help sliding down my cheeks anymore." Mom! "I threw myself into my mother's arms and the warmth flowed all over my body.
Motherly love is ubiquitous and selfless. As long as you feel and appreciate with your heart, you will ripple in the ocean of love. Sadness is comfort, depression is hope, weakness is strength, and it is the source of sympathy, compassion, love and tolerance. Let us cherish and thrive under the nourishment of the source!
5. Love in the sun
In the high field, under the cold wind, the gentle love, transparent and slightly white, is spinning and rising. Yes, it is the love between heaven and earth, the love under the sun, and the love between my parents and me.
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He has rough hands, big and warm. He used to hold my hand and let me feel his warmth. He raised his hand and hit me, but I never resented him. He also called me names. I never remember them. I only remember those moments when he loved me because he was such a subtle father. He never said that sentence to me: "son, dad loves you." But I can feel his love for me every time. I know, I will always be his baby, I can't escape, and I don't want to escape.
My mother is a woman who often complains about her forties. She often massages her eyes with a wrinkle-free pen. She is a mother who loves her children but doesn't know how to love them. During my sick days, my mother stayed by my bed and spent that long time with me. She once broke her heart for me. That kind of pain will always be remembered in my heart. On that day when it was covered with snow, I came. Mom loves me because I am the continuation of her life. Her love is direct, leaving no trace, and compared with her father, it is somewhat uneven.
I am the youngest in my family, but I am still the master of this family, even though I don't have much rights. I love this family, dedication and singleness. I have never said I love you to my parents. I inherited it from my father, and I kept it quiet. Sometimes I quarrel with them, but I still love them. As they say, I am a balloon, but one end of the balloon is held tightly by them. They don't want to let go, and I don't want to be let go.
March has arrived, but I can still feel the cold wind in winter. But there is sun, there is sunshine, and there is love in sunshine. That beam of light went straight into my body, warm.
5. The smell of exams
Examination paper-endless
The general review at the end of the term is carried out amid students' complaints. In order to meet it, the teachers first brought countless white papers.
"Bring it here after you finish writing tomorrow and talk about it in class."
"Yesterday's three papers will bring the correct answers tomorrow, and today and the day after tomorrow."
……
"ah! At this rate, I am exhausted if I don't support myself! " Listening to the students' lamentations, I counted the papers, pinched my fingers and calculated what time to go to bed tonight ... "
A bed that comes once in a thousand years.
With a dizzy head in one hand and a pen in the other, dreaming can happen at any time. This kind of picture constitutes the "night scene" when students review at the end of the term.
I washed my face, secretly made a cup of coffee, gulped it down and continued to do my homework. Suddenly, the telephone rang, breaking the silence of the night. Picking up the phone, a familiar voice came from inside: "Hey, are you asleep?" I looked at my watch and looked out of the window. There was no light in the building opposite. Then I looked at the bed that seemed far away and said, "It's still early." "Then I ask you a few questions ..."
End point-infinite emotion
The final grade has come down. Faced with their own scores, several families are happy and worried, and some people have long dismissed them.
I looked at my report card and thought: What are we trying so hard to go back and forth on the "three-point-one line"? Just for future work? I think it's more than that. Then why are we bound by the "three points and one line"?
6. I fell in love with computers.
With the progress of science and technology and the improvement of people's living standards, various electrical appliances have also entered thousands of households. In just a few decades, computers are no longer strange to us. Three years ago, my family bought a computer.
When computers first came into my house, all three of us were computer idiots, and we knew nothing about computers, their functions and usage. We know nothing about it. Last year, my home computer was equipped with broadband, so I could surf the Internet. First of all, my mother is interested in computers. As long as she is free, she likes to sit at the computer, look up information, watch news, listen to music and watch movies, and enjoy it. She said, "It's good to have a computer. We know things faster and more conveniently, so we don't have to be so passive. " Slowly, my father often goes online to watch movies and play games. Computers are very attractive.
Of course, I am the one who uses the computer the most. On weekends, I will occupy the computer for half a day or even a day. Listening to pop music, watching movies, doing psychological tests and reading books online are all quite interesting.
Last summer vacation, my cousin came back, and I learned about online chatting from her. On the internet, people indulge themselves and show their other side. As Bill Gates said, "No one will know that you are a dog through the computer screen." Indeed, in the vast network world, there are so many illusory things that you can't even tell what is true and what is false. Slowly, I stopped making new friends, only a few people I could talk to.
The computer has brought some help to my study and added new contents to my extracurricular life. It helps me to know the world without leaving home and make friends from all over the world. This is beneficial.
Computers are not everything. When we roam in the virtual world, network security can not be ignored.
Make good use of the computer, it will be your bosom friend.
[6] "The happiness that books bring me"
If you ask me who is my most loyal friend? That must be a book!
This book has accompanied me through every year. It is like a jumping note, a colorful picture. It leads the ignorant me into the door of knowledge and accompanies me to climb the peak of knowledge from beginning to end; It let me see all fields of society and purified my soul; It gave me imaginary wings and goals.
A Fairy Tale by Andersen-in which I met Snow White and got together with Hai's daughter; Play with the seven dwarfs and the happy prince; I am like an inexperienced elf, looking for colorful things brought to me by Grandpa Andersen in the fairy tale world.
Books let me know the joys and sorrows of the world, the beauty and ugliness of good and evil. ...
A hundred thousand why-let me know why the sun is a big fireball. Why is the moon sometimes short and sometimes round? Why have no stars ever fallen in the sky?
Books, as omnipotent as mirrors, let me increase my knowledge and thrive.
A book "Up and Down Five Thousand Years"-let me know the long history of mankind: from the beautiful myth of Pangu's creation of the world to the legend of drilling for wood to make fire; From Dayu flood control to Jiang Taigong fishing; From the battle of Guandu to the burning camp in Lu Xun's works.
Books make me sensible, broaden my horizons and enrich my life.
A book "How Steel was Tempered"-let me be moved by the hero's spirit of selfless struggle for his career and ideal, and let me know that people should always be full of spirit to face the immediate difficulties and setbacks.
Books are like an old man full of wisdom, constantly inspiring me.
My friend, you should believe that with books, you will have a beautiful dream, and with dreams, you will have a future life.
Come on! Let's read more books, read good books, absorb nutrition from books and set up lofty ideals!
Come on! Let's step into the ocean of books and move towards a better life together!
I love NBA.
I love NBA, to be exact, I love watching NBA. -inscription
There are tens of thousands of people addicted to the NBA, the top basketball organization in the world today, and I am no exception, although I am a girl.
The first time I watched the game was 1999. Finals: Rockets VS Magic. I still remember that the game was new. It doesn't matter who wins or loses, what attracts me is the fierceness. I never thought that ten people could play basketball so vividly and mobilize more than 10 thousand people at the scene and more than one billion people off the court.
Gradually, from watching every game to watching every player, idols changed one after another, but they all gave me the same thing: never give up, never give up. That's the NBA. No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, they fought fiercely from the beginning, fighting fiercely with each other for 48 minutes without any slack until the last minute, the last second. This is his charm!
Buckley, who worked hard for seven seasons, failed to win the championship in the end, but he still worked hard and worked hard from beginning to end; Jordan, a "flying man" who is always accompanied by victory, but this is accompanied by his one-on-one hit. He never relaxes in practice, always sets higher goals and always flies higher; Miller's last moment, the three-pointer told me that sometimes I mastered the end, and I mastered everything at the same time!
This is their charm!
Whether they failed or succeeded, they all went to fight; Although the results are different, no one feels dissatisfied, because they have all worked hard for their own goals, which is enough. ...
Not only sports, but also never give up. The NBA needs to keep fighting!
I love this kind of struggle, love the feeling of struggle, and I will continue to fight for it!
⒏ "Walking into Mathematics"
If you want to ask me what I am most interested in, I will definitely answer: "Mathematics!" Mathematics is the foundation of life, and life cannot be separated from mathematics. Why am I so interested in mathematics? That should start with that.
"Ah ━ ━ so difficult! I am bored to death! " I held my head that I had caught more than a hundred times and groaned in pain. Looking at the crisscross graphics in front of me, I feel my head is several times bigger. I have been tortured by these two graphics problems for an hour, but I can't think of a clue. "ah! It' s really a place where natural waste is useless! " The deskmate said contemptuously with a popsicle in his mouth, "You can't figure it out for an hour. You had better give up. You have no mathematical cells at all. " "What?" I patted the table and said, "I will succeed!" " "Well, if you can't tomorrow, you'll have to invite me to dinner!" "Well, it's a deal! "
"Tick, tick ..."
I was in the middle of the night under the light. I tried to calculate how high the paper pile was, but I kept calculating. "When, when ..." The clock struck 1 1 point. "It's already so late." I raised my slightly sour neck, looked at the clock, and then looked down at the two questions that were still empty. Whoops, the teacher is really "sweet" and asked me such a difficult question. Looking at these two abstract figures like Picasso, I really want to throw away my pen and stop writing, but I suddenly feel heroic when I think of the contemptuous eyes at my deskmate today. Yes, I will be able to do what others can do! So, I wrote with confidence that in the silent night, there was a light sound of "rustling sand" ...
Hooray! Finally finished! Looking at my "labor achievements", I only feel a strong sense of success from the bottom of my heart, full of joy. Suddenly I feel that mathematics is not difficult to learn, but it also has its attractive side. The harder the question, the more memorable it will be.
Mathematics attracts me deeply with its unique charm. Let's walk into mathematics together.
I want to say I love you out loud.
Father is a man who is not good at talking. There are traces of years on his forehead, always smiling and broad shoulders, which has become the "symbol" of his father.
In primary school, my father always walked in front of me. He sent me to school, carrying a schoolbag, and I trotted after him. At that time, I wanted to say: Dad, you are so great! At that time, a tall father, a capable mother, and this little me, a simple and happy home.
Time climbed up his father's face, and his sideburns were a little silvery white. I grew up with the small trees planted in front of our house. I like my father very much, because she always laughs and plays with me; But I know that I can silently look at my father's bent back as if he were far away from me. Father's status rises higher and higher, so does mother. I entered middle school and lived on campus. Go home on weekends, open the door and stand at the door. I feel lost in an empty home. I grabbed a piece of paper with my father's powerful words written on it: "Xiaoyu, my father is on a business trip and my mother is on a business trip. Leave money for my own use and take good care of myself. " Dad. "I sighed and put the paper into a ball and put it in my pocket. I don't know why my eyes were full of tears. This lifeless home! I thought sadly.
When I came back from class the next day, I heard the range hood buzzing in the kitchen. I was wondering who it was when I heard a long-lost loud voice: "Come back!" " "It's dad! My heart is full of joy. " Dad. Don't you see the difference? "Ah, yes. While busy cooking, my father whispered, "I'm afraid you're hungry and worried about you." "Nothing else, but I have a feeling in my heart.
Take the school bus to school, and my father helps me with my bag. My father and I walked side by side, looking sideways, and the wind was blowing my father's black silver hair. I want to say something, but I can't. When crossing the road, my father took me and then took my hand. "Dad." I looked up: "What do you want me to report to you?" Father shook his head: "You always walk in front of me, and your happiness is reporting." On the school bus, I cried. I touched the branches in my pocket, and there were words on the back! My name is full, over and over again.
Dad, what do you want me to give you in return? You are always in front of me, and your happiness is the reward.
I finally remembered what I was going to say: "Dad! I really want to say I love you loudly! " You don't need anything, just pay, and what about me? What I want to report is a heart that loves me!
⒑ "Home TV Challenge"
"It's good, finally looking forward to the weekend again! Do your homework and you can watch TV happily! " I muttered to myself.
After dinner, I can't wait to go to the living room, turn on the TV and enjoy my favorite cartoons. Really, just when I was fascinated, a Cheng Jinyao came out halfway-my father came over. He picked up the remote control switch and pressed the news broadcast channel: "Look, look, the news broadcast has started." After that, my mother joined in the fun. She looked at the clock and cried in panic, "Oh, oh! It's after seven o'clock, and The Same Song begins. Why didn't you tell me? " After that, I tuned the channel to the same song. Dad didn't show weakness, but also pressed the channel to the news broadcast. When they pressed it, they had a big fight.
Mom couldn't stand the hard one, so she used the soft one: "The same song is only once a week, and you watch the news broadcast all day, so let me …" "But what about me? You can only watch it once a week. You let me read when I do my homework, so I have no time to watch TV. Today finally waited until Sunday, and you quarreled with me again! " Before my mother finished, I joined the "battle" to grab the channel.
After listening to my words, my parents looked at me and I looked at you and smiled. At this time, I was embarrassed to get up and say, "I'm sorry, I'm just saying." Who is it for? "Mom and dad said with one voice," here you are! "Say that finish, they went away, but I also feel very sorry, say to want to give them. But they walked away with a smile.