Many things will disappear with the passage of time, but one thing is still deeply imprinted in my mind. Every time I think about it, I giggle and even wake up laughing in my sleep.

It was a winter morning, and as soon as Dad opened the window, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow! It snowed heavily last night! So white and beautiful! " As soon as I heard it, I got excited and said, "This is rare snow. Shall we have a snowball fight? " The sleepy mother frowned and said, "Don't go out in such a cold day, be careful to catch cold." "Mama ah, you are so disappointed. Maybe you don't like snowball fights now, but I haven't played them yet. How do you know the fun without personal experience? " I am not happy to say. Dad smiled and said, "Yes, get dressed quickly and let's experience it."

So, we got dressed and went out. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Suddenly I was fascinated by what I saw: the "snow blanket" on the ground, the "cotton wool" on the house and the "pear flower" on the tree. It is exquisite and white as jade, which makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. Especially from a distance, Yushu Qiongzhi, powder makeup jade carving, is even more beautiful.

Just when I was fascinated, a snowball suddenly flew from a distance, like a huge hand throwing a stone and hitting me hard in the face. Suddenly, I was scared to death, and after a pause, I found it was my father. So I angrily grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, quickly rubbed it into a ball and slammed it at my father. Oh, I missed it. But I was beaten by my father again. Watching my father laugh wildly, I really want to rub it into a snowball the size of a house and throw my father to another planet. Anger is anger, and I don't miss my father's chance to laugh. I aimed at his mouth and yanked forward. "Ha ha! Hit it, hit it! " I screamed and jumped, laughing from ear to ear. At this time, my father's face was covered with white snowflakes, like a big cat. Not to be outdone, my father picked up a mass of snow and threw it at me. I dodged left and right and missed. Seeing my father's helplessness, I clapped my hands happily and made a face at him. Running wildly in the snow, my father refused to admit defeat and pursued him with snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook gently, and the beautiful silver bars fell like broken ones. Fortunately, it all fell on dad, who was chasing him. Dad shook his head and said, "Bad luck, bad luck." It makes me laugh.

Although it's been a long time, I laugh my head off every time I think about it.

Happy family music

There is a "concert" in our family every day, playing different movements. These actions record the daily life of my family. "Bell-"The alarm clock rang, and the music in our house rang again:

Chapter 1: Morning Songs-Songs in a hurry (before school)

(Player: My accompanist: Mom. )

"My daughter, get up! Look, it's six forty, and you're still sleeping! I'm going to be late ... "

"What? Late? My hair hasn't been combed yet! "

"All right, all right, I'll brush your teeth."

"Mom, where's my other sock?" ……

Chapter 2: The Song of Afternoon-The Song of Struggle (after lunch)

(Player: Mom and Dad; Companion: I)

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going? Don't hurry to review. "

"Mom, why are you so nervous? People have just finished eating and are still insisting. "

"It is! It's just a midterm. Why are you so nervous? I believe my daughter will do well in the exam. "

"oh! You're a father. You're helping her. The exam is coming, and she has no sense of urgency at all, and she wants me to worry about it again. You ... "

Chapter 3: Nocturne-A Song of Joy (after the homework is finished)

(Performers: Dad, Mom, Me)

"Finish your homework, I'll give you an umbrella!

"Well, daughter, let's cooperate this time and beat your father to the pulp."

"No problem, you mother and daughter just bring it on." ……

"Dad, not to say that elephants can't eat mice? What are you doing? "

"Oh, you can't fool a deep card, haha ..."

The light finally turned off with a bang, and my family's music played the last note of the day-rest.

My world is beautiful.

I have two worlds, one is the world of family life and the other is the world of school life.

At home, I have the love of my parents. In life, they care about me, love me, don't bother, don't be afraid of difficulties and hardships, make sacrifices and dedication for me selflessly, pave the way for my bloom, and let me feel endless happiness from the bottom of my heart. In study, they encouraged me and supported me. They never severely reprimanded me or beat me because I didn't get satisfactory results in any exam. They always do the same thing, teaching me to find out the reasons for my mistakes and helping me to correct them seriously. They never give me too much ideological pressure and always stand in the background to cheer me up. They put their closest and truest feelings on me, and I shoulder this feeling, study hard and keep growing, not only to live up to their ardent expectations of me, but also to serve the motherland better in the future. Although at some point, we will have small frictions, unhappiness and family turmoil, but this is an "alternative" performance of our mutual care, and because of this, I think this is the real and perfect family life.

At school, there are teachers' education and classmates' help. The teacher is so amiable and respectable, just like my elders and relatives. They not only taught me cultural knowledge, but also taught me the truth of being a man. My brain is more flexible and my thoughts are more and more mature. I have several good friends among my classmates. We discuss problems, solve difficulties, talk about troubles, think about the future and care about each other. Once, I met the biggest setback so far. I was discouraged and felt that everything in front of me was so bleak. Because there are good friends around me, they give me advice and find ways to make me feel the warmth of the group and the sincere friendship between my classmates, let me know that I am not alone when I encounter difficulties and setbacks, and let me regain my confidence. From then on, I became strong and cheerful, and felt that everything was so beautiful and sunny.

The world of family life and the world of school life constitute my complete world, and my world is very beautiful.

Have you all the way.

The long river of time never stops. People always keep moving forward, but they always forget to look back. When Mu Ran turned around, he found you all the way.

My memory, like a string of red colors, is a continuous memory from the past to the present.

When I was a child, I always loved to go to my grandmother's house, where there was a bunch of red flowers. In summer, a bunch of red flowers are in full bloom. Seen from a distance, a string of red colors in the wind is as hot as a burning flame. Take off a bunch and look carefully. Looks like a bunch of candied haws. Every evening, grandma always takes my tender little hand and takes me to the field to see a bunch of red flowers under the sunset glow. Grandma always smiled and said, "This bouquet of red flowers has been with us for decades. No matter how hard life outside is, we can always taste the sweetness here." Grandma always pulls down a long red core and puts the white one in my mouth. I sucked it, "Oh, how sweet." Since then, a pile of red wine has become my only snack besides sugar.

From then on, I fell in love with this red land. I always run to the field, pick up a handful of red cores and suck them piteously when I come back. Its sweetness can always satisfy me and forget all the pain.

Later, when I grew up, I seldom went to my grandmother's house, but my grandmother brought me a bunch of red stones every year and told me to eat them as soon as possible, otherwise it would be sweet. Finally, grandma simply moved two pots of red flowers and planted them in my yard. At that time, I seemed to disdain this thing. I was accompanied by delicious potato chips and shrimp chips, which I seem to have no memory of.

That summer, grandma passed away. I stood in the yard and saw a string of red flowers swaying slightly in the wind. They are like dancers swaying in the wind, without joy or sadness. Think of grandma's dying words: "help me take care of those bunches of red flowers, which is a symbol of our increasingly rich life." I went up to him, took off a flower core and took a drag. It's really sweet. I smiled, and grandma was right. No matter how hard life is, you can always taste the sweetness here.

Dad told me that when I was a child, my family was poor and my grandfather was ill. The burden of the whole family is on his grandmother's shoulders. But grandma never complains. She always smiles and says, "Look, a bouquet of red flowers still smells so sweet on such a bitter day. Why can't we be like it? "

Only then did I understand what a pile of red wine meant to me. It is not only a snack when I was a child, but also an example for me to learn in adversity.

My memory is immediately associated with a string of red colors. Whenever I complain about housework, grandma always gives me a bunch of red cores; Whenever I fail in the exam, there is always a string of red.

My memory is a string of red lines, one connecting the past and the other connecting the future.

Have you all the way, a string of red.

I have you all the way, dear grandma. I think every time you see a bunch of red flowers in the sky, you will laugh happily.

Have you all the way.

Only taste can make you really happy.

I once painted a picture called "Life is like Poetry": an alarm clock (representing time), a smiling face (representing caring people), a pen (representing work) and a TV (representing leisure). It's not well drawn, but I mean it's expressed. The meaning of painting is to taste happiness in plain.

I often go back and forth between school and home at a speed of 150 meters per minute, but I can't take a walk, even if my homework has already been completed; I often turn over books quickly, and I have learned nothing except one result; I often catch up with my homework when others are eating, and only when I finish my homework do I find myself unhappy …

This is not only my compulsory course, but also a compulsory course for most people every day.

But in a hurry, what can we get? Except tired. What can we get when we turn the page? Except sighing. What can we get from eating and doing homework in a war? Except for temporarily relaxing.

Does it taste? Is there any happiness?

Sad! Our answer is "no".

I remember the last spring outing, most people felt unhappy and not fun because they had been there. In fact, it doesn't matter where you go or when you go back. But as long as you have the heart, you can also find a lot to learn from here, and a lot of relaxation can also be obtained from here. Even our classmates' deep feelings and good memories can be harvested.

Happiness is that simple. Is it a little fake?

But for a poetic person, he can get up early and enjoy the beautiful morning light; He is never in a hurry to see the results, always slowly, slowly; He will eat well instead of buying time to make rice, and even play jokes on everyone while eating. ...

Taste, sooner or later; Taste is not just rice, oil and salt-because you get real happiness.

If I changed.

If I can change, I want to be a bird and fly freely in the sky; If I can change, I want to become a cloud, floating around in the blue sky carefree; If I change, I want to be a little water, because water can benefit mankind, and all living things on earth can't live without water. Water is the source of life.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to the front of the building and see the burning fire inside. People trapped by the fire were crying for help, and those who escaped by luck had tears in their eyes. Seeing such a scene, I feel very uncomfortable. I quickly jumped into the fire with my friends and fought with them. Finally, the fire was put out, people were saved, and the property in the building was saved with a smile on their faces.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to a poor mountainous area with serious water shortage and see how pitiful the people living there are. How can I just sit back and watch? So, without thinking, I called my partner and jumped into the dry well together. When people saw the well and the water in it, they all came to the well to drink water. People who live here are ecstatic and passers-by become energetic. I was very happy when I saw all this.

If I were a drop of water, I would come to the fish pond. I saw the fish pond almost dried up, and the fish struggled desperately in the water, as if to say, "Come and save me!" " I'm dying! "I'll call all my partners and jump into the fish pond together. The water in the fish pond was full soon, and the fish swam around happily in the clear water, as if to say, "thank you!" You gave us a chance to be born again. "

There is no life without water, and there is nothing in the world without water! How much contribution can water make to mankind! At the same time, as a human, you should also save water. I hope we are all pioneers in saving water.

On my way of growing up

On my way of growing up, there is one person I will never forget. She raised me and gave me the strength to move forward. She is my mother.

Since I was born, my mother has taken good care of me every day and fed me with her sweet milk. Lying in the cradle when I was a child, I always fell asleep unconsciously in my mother's wonderful lullaby. Under the meticulous care of my mother, I grew up like a sapling.

When I was five years old, my mother bought me a brand-new little bike. I can't put it down, dancing with joy. I rode as soon as I got on the bus. I fell to the ground as soon as I got on the bus. My mother quickly helped me up and said, "Don't be afraid, be brave and keep riding!" " "My mother's words of firm encouragement added courage to me. In this way, after falling down again and again, I finally learned to ride a bike.

Later, I went to primary school, and I encountered many unsolved problems in my study, which were solved with my mother's help. Once, I was doing my homework, "How can I write so fast!" " "I am surprised to ask myself. However, the last question stumped me. I racked my brains and thought hard, but I never came up with a solution. So I thought about it, why not ask my mother? Just then, I went to my mother who was busy cooking in three steps and two steps, and asked, "Mom, can you tell me something about this problem?" "My mother put down her work and explained it to me in this way, and then I began to understand and was deeply inspired. That's it. Inspired by my mother many times, I have more and more ideas to solve problems and fewer and fewer problems.

Now, I am a fifth-grade "college student", but sometimes I am confused. At that time, because of carelessness, I got 84 points in math. When I came home from school, I reluctantly took out my test paper and gave it to my mother with trepidation. Then, like being hit by frost, I hung my head and stood there waiting for a "storm" like fifteen buckets to hit my heart. After reading the paper, my mother gave me a hard look and said, "Forget it this time, learn from it and continue to work hard." I was relieved and took the test paper to study. But my heart couldn't calm down, and I secretly made up my mind to repay my mother's love with excellent results in the future.

On the road of my growth, it was my mother's concern and constant encouragement that made me grow sturdily and forge ahead.

Thank you, mom!

Silent fatherly love

Time: April 2009 15 Author: anonymous source: network resources

Growing up, I think my father is very strange, because every morning I open my eyes and see my mother, but at night, before my eyes, I see my mother. However, because I only remember that incident, I began to remember it, so I know that they actually care about me, but they are just not good at expressing it.

Because I didn't remember anything at that time, I only vaguely remembered it in my mind-our family of three had finished eating that night, and it was a brightly lit night. The lights on both sides flashed beautifully. I drove us home in a van, and I jumped up and down like a monkey, perhaps because the beautiful headlights on both sides flashed hard. My mother said with concern, "Be careful. It's rare to come out. How can I miss this crazy opportunity? My mother has no choice but to follow me.

But at this moment, maybe God's grandfather deliberately taught me a lesson "Don't run around in the car". The car in front of our car suddenly stopped. My dad suddenly stepped on the brakes because he was unprepared, and I was playing behind, and I was slammed into the front and hit a row of buttons in front of the car.

I was startled by this sudden thing, and then I burst into tears instinctively. My mother also reacted from what happened just now and immediately ran over to ask me if I was okay.

And dad, full of anger, stopped and rushed out of the car in one go, ran to the owner, pulled him out of the car and swore (although this move was not very civilized, people could not ignore it if they were really angry). I think this situation almost didn't fight. Then the police came. He asked his father what was going on. He told the police what happened, and the police asked the owner why he stopped. Dad said angrily. The next thing I saw was that the owner repeatedly apologized to his father. At this time, I got off the bus and told my father that I was fine, and my father was relieved. The police told the owner not to look at the road sign like that again. "Yes, I know," he echoed immediately.

Although this is only a small matter, I understand that a father's love for his children is deep. Our love is silent. However, it is imprinted in my heart like a popular movie, which is unforgettable and unforgettable. Although fatherly love is not as delicate as maternal love, it is real love from the deepest part of the soul!

Dreams are no longer far away.

The cool rain drops inadvertently on my mirror-level heart lake, quietly spilling tiny blue ripples. My heart trembled when they crossed the lake. Calm thoughts diffuse back to the same rainy day and the broken dream season. ...

I still remember the dream of being admitted to the provincial experimental middle school in junior high school for three years. This kind of enthusiasm and strength let me out of a lot of pressure and the pain and haze of failure. I never doubted that I would become a student of provincial experiment, and I never doubted that I would end my junior high school journey with gorgeous applause and light. Therefore, whenever and wherever anyone asks about my dream, I will always raise my hand and hold my head high, and answer with confidence: I will definitely be admitted to the provincial experiment!

I still remember giving up a lot in order to realize my long-cherished wish, such as my beloved accordion. In the second half of grade three, I never touched a keyboard as clear as running water, nor played any gorgeous, brisk or sad music. Looking at the veiled piano lying quietly in the corner, I seem to hear her sobbing slightly and feel the pain of separating her fingers from the keys. ...

I still remember that in the breezy campus in June, in the colorful classmate records soaked with tears and smiles, a pair of bright eyes conveyed trust and hope, and a pair of warm hands gave courage and strength. "Pig head, isn't there something wrong with you being admitted to the provincial experiment?" "Little pig, remember to come back and treat when you are admitted!" ..... The teasing words stopped at the moment of graduation, witnessing the years we walked together. However, dreams are fragile and shattered to despair.

I still remember that on the way to Jinan, I began to feel inexplicably nervous, just like a big black net, stealing my knowledge and wisdom. On such a rainy day, I can see my dream at my fingertips through the window, but I missed the opportunity, leaving only disappointment and endless sadness to bear and taste alone. ...

That kind of surprise began a fragmented despair. The taste of disillusionment is really tasted at the moment when the report card is issued. A feeling that I have never felt before pervades my whole body: breathing is still there, but my heartbeat is gone. It's no exaggeration. The contrast between the dream and the display hit me too hard, just like a walker walking on a flat road was suddenly struck by lightning. ...

In my dream, I saw my haggard face. A bird named Dream is in my hand. stop for a minute flapped her wings and flew away without nostalgia, while I just stood there, waiting to die. ...

In the dream, tears soaked a large area of pillow towel. I know I can't be depressed, and I will never admit to being defended!

What once vowed was nothing more than today's sadness.

The lofty aspirations of the past are just the reluctance to look back today.

Forget me in rainy days.

Looking at your fuzzy face in the rain

But I can only do nothing, helpless and full of pain.

But I can't stop thinking and stopping.

I can't stop walking because of this.

I know

Whether it is successful or not.

I will never look back.

……

Is winter far behind? Can spring be far behind?

After hard work, will the realization of dreams be far behind?

The hero in my heart

As we all know, Lin Hao, an earthquake hero who not only escaped himself but also rescued two students, is a second-grade student of Yuzixi Primary School in Yingxiu Town, Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province. When I saw this place, I thought, "How could he be so skinny as a 9-year-old junior two student, who not only escaped by himself but also saved two classmates?" It would be nice not to be crushed under the rubble. But then I found out that I was wrong. When the earthquake happened, Xiao and other students quickly moved outside the teaching building, but they were crushed under the rubble before they could run out. At this time, Xiao Lin Hao took the lead and led the students to sing a song "Big China", which comforted the frightened female students. After two hours of hard struggle, the short and flexible little Lin Hao finally succeeded in saving himself and climbed out of the ruins. But at this time, many students in Xiaolin's good class were buried under the rubble. Nine-year-old Kobayashi did not flee like other children, but calmly returned to the ruins with his perseverance and courage, rescued two students beside him and handed them over to the principal. During the rescue, Kobayashi's head and upper body were injured in many places, and the traces of bruises on his face were still very clear. There is an egg-sized scar on the top of my head, and my hair hasn't grown yet. It looks a little bald.

When the reporter interviewed Kobayashi and asked him why he wanted those two classmates, he said, "I am the monitor. The classmates are all dead. What do you want me to do as a monitor? " He is only 9 years old, and he has the spirit of sacrificing himself for others. I am very touched. If we are all like Xiao Lin Hao, our country will be more prosperous and powerful.

My dream

My ideal is to be a pianist. I have loved the piano since I was a child. Whenever I see pianist Lang Lang, Kong Xiangdong and Shen Wenyu's fingers bouncing on the keys and playing beautiful music on TV, I envy them very much. But my family didn't buy a piano for economic reasons, so I have been looking forward to it. Finally, my father bought me an electric piano.

When buying a piano, my father spent a high tuition fee, hired a piano teacher and bought the necessary teaching materials for learning the piano.

From then on, regardless of holidays, holidays and free time after school, I will go to the teacher's home to attend classes in strict accordance with the teaching time arranged by the teacher, rain or shine. Whenever I encounter a difficult track, I will practice it dozens of times until I am proficient.

My basic knowledge of music theory is so poor that I can't even master the notation. Piano learners need to master the staff skillfully. To this end, I don't understand, just ask, study hard and ask the teacher at any time. I am old, and I often see my five or six-year-old brother and sister learning piano at the teacher's house. I felt embarrassed, but these thoughts and emotions were overcome by me.

I will definitely become a pianist. I want to play beautiful music with my dexterous hands like Lang Lang. I hope that one day, the music I play can be heard by people all over the world and remember my name.

Although there is still a long way to realize this ideal, I will make it a reality with a hundredfold effort!

There are more than ten here!