A few days ago, I decided to have a general cleaning of my room. I tried to tidy up my desk and cupboard. Suddenly, I found a diary in the deepest part of the cupboard-it turned out that I had written it before. Curious at the moment, I sat on the ground and began to read, absorbed in this diary. After reading it for a long time, I saw a page with the words "sick", which attracted the attention of my "healthy baby" and brought my thoughts back to that day. I still remember that day was my favorite Friday. Why? Because I have a holiday for the next three days, I can play for three days in a row, which makes me very happy. As soon as school was over, I happily walked home to prepare for the holiday. Just when I want to plan my holiday well, no! I feel more and more uncomfortable, my face is more and more ugly, and the whole person is dizzy. I think the world is shaking like an unstoppable pirate ship. I quickly picked up my temperature and measured it. I was surprised that the temperature I got was so high. I shouted, "I have a fever! I have a fever! " Mom and dad rushed over and asked me in unison, "Have you taken your temperature? How many degrees? " "Thirty-nine point two degrees." Just after answering, my parents hurried me to lie in bed, fed me medicine immediately, and changed my ice pillow immediately.
From that day until I recovered, I felt dizzy and sick every day, and I had to wear a mask to avoid infection. I feel a little difficult to breathe and very uncomfortable. I remember one night, when I was sleeping, I suddenly kept coughing until I was about to vomit. I ran to the toilet as fast as lightning and coughed violently at the sink, until I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't spit it out. I only coughed up a pile of bloody sputum. At this time, I have no voice. I tried to speak, but I couldn't make a sound. I was flustered and thought: am I never going to talk again? I was so worried about it that I couldn't sleep all night. Fortunately, the next day, after coughing up a lump of green sputum, I was finally able to make a sound, which made me relieved. Soon, my illness recovered, and I became the energetic and healthy baby before! Although I have recovered, class is about to start, and my long-awaited three-day holiday is ruined by this disease-it's really boring!
I think "getting sick" is really the most painful thing in the world, and "harming others without benefiting themselves" will not only make you sad, but also bring trouble to your parents, make them worry and take care of them. I also said before: "I hope I can get sick, so I don't have to go to class!" " "Think about it, I'm so stupid,' health' is priceless!
The most unforgettable thing is the 800-word composition in senior high school.
Open the door of memory, everyone has his own little secret, colorful, bittersweet and colorful. Students, do you want to know my secret? If you want to listen, please prick up your ears! When I was in the third grade, I was particularly poor at math. I had no hope for myself, but my mother didn't give up on me. She is tall, with long hair, big eyes under heavy eyebrows and a glib tongue. Every time she taught me: try your best to do one thing. I don't blame you for not doing it well, because you did it with your heart.
Once I got 40 points in the math exam, I was particularly sad. I was afraid that my mother would be sad and that my mother would be angry and hit me. When I got home, my heart was pounding like a deer. "Mom, I'm back!" Mom said, "How many points did you get in the math exam?" "I got 40 ..." My mother hesitated and said, "Don't lose heart. Every day I go home from work and we study math together. "
Every time I come home from work, she teaches me math problems first, but I always let her down. She smiles at me every time and says, "Nothing, don't be discouraged." Once I came back from school and tried to cook for my hardworking mother. I took a sip when I was cooking, and I felt particularly uncomfortable. Then I did the math problem. My mother came back and said, "Who cooked this dish so delicious?" Before I said the food tasted terrible, she began to eat it with relish.
After finishing the math problem, I asked my mother to check it, and the results were all wrong. My heart is broken, just like rubbing salt in the wound, but my tenacious mother said to me, "Geniuses are not born, they also need to experience many failures!" " "Just like in Su Shi's poems, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is difficult to achieve. " Thanks to my mother's persuasion, my wound is much better, but after learning a little slowly, I have experienced a lot of efforts and failures.
One night, the moon shone on me. "You will succeed!" Mother said, "How about trying?" I can't do a question in the exam, but seeing that Grandma Moon is still cheering for me, I must type it down. Finally overcome this problem! My mother read my test paper and said happily, "My children are great! I got 86 points! " At that moment, I was extremely happy, and I also saw my mother's white hair and more and more wrinkles on her face. I think I must study hard and let my mother wear clothes and food that the future world will see.
Mom, I want to say to you here: "You have worked hard! I love you! " You taught me to be a man! You've been encouraging me behind my back! You are my band-aid. Every time I meet with difficulties, you always tell me "Don't be discouraged." Mom, I love you!
Students, have you ever failed? If you fail, don't be discouraged. Learn self-mediation, learn to overcome yourself, and you will surely reap the sweetness of success!
The most unforgettable thing is the 800-word composition in senior high school.
In my memory, there are many unforgettable and interesting things. They make up my colorful life. Whenever I think of these things, I feel very happy. There is a big balcony outside my house, where we planted many gourds and beautiful flowers. Every spring, those lovely gourds with colorful flowers will slowly and playfully climb the tall branches and be covered with small gourds along the top frame. In autumn, they will grow up, and then we will pick them all and decorate our home.
It is another harvest season, and all kinds of gourds are hanging on the top shelf, just like an unborn gourd baby. Hanging there swaying in the wind. On a sunny weekend, my parents and I came to the balcony. My father announced to us: Today we will pick all the gourds. I thought, what's so hard about picking gourds? So I went to work at once. I put up the prepared ladder and prepared to climb it.
But when I just climbed a ladder, the ladder began to tremble slightly. I dare not climb any more. I looked up and found that I still had a long way to go in the gourd. "What can I do?" It's too high. "I can't help shouting. My mother came over and smiled and said to me, "You have to climb to the top of the ladder to catch the gourd." "ah! I dare not climb to the top. I am afraid of heights. If the ladder falls, I won't die! I can't finish this. Mom said, "Do you know you can't finish it without trying? I'll hold the ladder for you. Will you try to climb up and feel it? "
At this moment, I felt my heart pounding. I turned around the ladder several times and didn't dare to climb it. At this moment, I suddenly found a long pair of pliers on the ground. I had a brainwave. "I have an idea," I cried happily. I patted the gourd with pliers. Dad said, "Then try!" I stood on the ground and jumped hard, but it was still useless. "Is it really only possible to climb a ladder?" My mother encouraged me: "In fact, the problem is that in your heart, your fear makes you afraid to climb up bravely. You must first strengthen your confidence and encourage yourself to be bold. " Encouraged by my parents, I tried to climb a step. Although my heart is pounding and my face is red with fear, I still climb everywhere. I found that the ladder didn't seem to shake as before. I straightened up, clamped the gourd handle with pliers and twisted it hard. A big gourd fell off. I'm so happy!
I picked many gourds in this way. Looking at them, I suddenly feel that this ladder is not so terrible, and I am not afraid to climb. My dad said beside me, you are great! How brave!
This is a little thing that I will never forget. Every harvest season, I look at large and small gourds and think of this experience. Through this incident, I feel a truth, that is, you must try it yourself when you encounter problems, so that you will feel more and more fulfilled.
The most unforgettable thing is the 800-word composition in senior high school.
In my mind, there are many childish and ridiculous things that have left me unforgettable and beautiful memories, but in the depths of my fragile heart, there is an unforgettable thing that often haunts my mind. It is like a bright flame, illuminating the bumpy road of life for me. That incident not only made me unforgettable and embarrassed, but also made me severely criticized.
I remember that at that time, spring came back to the earth, the cool breeze was blowing gently, it was warm and supple, and it was full of strong spring. Mom and dad should have something to do. I was bored at home, so I went to Xiaoli's next door to play. When I arrived at her home, she received me warmly. We were having fun when suddenly I saw my dog Snowball. Snowball is so interesting that friends and relatives like to hug and touch it when they see it. When I am unhappy, I always like to talk with snowball. I regard snowball as a bosom friend who can tell my ups and downs.
Seeing snowballs made me have an idea: instead of playing with those lifeless toys here, it is better to play with snowballs! I told this idea to Xiaoli. With her consent, I hugged snowballs. Xiaoli suggested that she take a bath for snowballs, so I gave them to her. Everything went well, but when I tried to wipe snowball's body, I found something sticky on its fur. As soon as I saw it, Xiaoli took out scissors to cut off the fur, but somehow, Xiaoli stabbed the snowball, and the blood immediately flowed out, dirtying the white fur of the snowball. Si Nuo Bao screamed. Seeing all this, I was furious and said, "What are you doing?" Xiaoli quickly explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean to, please …" "You are, you are, you are!" My heart is full of anger. I didn't listen to Xiaoli's reasons at all. I ran home with snowballs. On the way home, I was thinking about how to make Xiaoli taste the pain.
The next day, I pretended to make up with Xiaoli. After making up, I said, "Let's celebrate making up!" After that, Xiaoli went shopping. After I sent Xiaoli away, I cut off the roots of Xiaoli's favorite orchid, planted it as before and watered it with water. After the plan was successful, my heart was sweeter than eating honey: "I can't believe you didn't hurt this time!" " "Just want to finish, xiao li came back, I pretend as if nothing had happened. As before, Xiaoli and I had a good time. ...
A few days later, my mother came back and told me: "Xiaoli's orchid died, and she is crying so sad now!" " After listening to my mother's words, I looked very sad for Xiaoli on the surface, but in my heart, I was so excited. But I can't help being so happy. I accidentally laughed out loud and missed the stuffing ... My mother was puzzled when she saw me like this and asked, "What's wrong with you? So happy? " I deny that I didn't, but my mother pursued me and had no choice. I have to tell my mother the whole story honestly. I didn't expect to be criticized by my mother: "Xiaoli is wrong to hurt snowball, but she didn't mean to!" " Besides, Snowball didn't get any harm, and you not only didn't really accept Xiaoli's apology, but also retaliated against her and hurt her. This is where you are wrong. Be generous, don't hurt your feelings for a little thing! "It is better to listen to you than to study for ten years. I hurried to apologize to Xiaoli. I am ashamed and afraid of being scolded by her. Unexpectedly, Xiaoli not only didn't scold me, but also quickly forgave me and said she wasn't. At that moment, I was really happy and relaxed!
Although Xiaoli forgave me, it was an unforgettable thing for me. It gave me the most precious life inspiration in the world. It is like a bright flame, illuminating the bumpy road of life for me.
The most unforgettable thing is the 800-word composition in senior high school.
It was sunny that day, and our family decided to pick strawberries in the picking garden. After 9: 30 in the morning, our family set out from home. As the road is a little far, we decided to drive. We talked and laughed all the way. It will arrive soon.
When we got off the bus, we set up a strawberry shed. Start picking strawberries! All three of us took a basket and went into the hut. Ah! There are really loopholes in it; The green stems of hollow strawberries glow, and there are red cone-shaped "dolls" hidden under the leaves. Immature "children" are more naughty and run outside the leaves to bask in the sun. The warm greenhouse is more like caring and caring for their grandfather. We started picking strawberries! Mother took two steps beside her and stopped to see if there were any big and red strawberries. Dad was in the middle, watching the somersault and repeatedly reporting to us that he had found the target. And I went deep into the "enemy situation" in the distance and found many red and purple strawberries. I don't know if the purple one is delicious, so I grabbed one and took a look. I tore off the root with my hand and threw it into my mouth: how sweet! I smiled from ear to ear. The original purple strawberry tastes better. After thirty or forty minutes, we all picked it almost. After weighing the strawberries and paying the money, we returned with a full load.
When we got home and ate sour and sweet strawberries, we all laughed. It was an unforgettable experience, which made me understand the hardships and tiredness of farmers.
After a long wait, May Day finally arrived and our family's trip to Beijing began. My heart flies in the blue sky like a bird-it is about to climb the Great Wall of Wan Li, which attracts worldwide attention. What an unforgettable thing!
The car runs like a cheerful deer on the highway. At this time, the scenery on both sides of the road is so beautiful in my eyes: the rolling mountains have different shapes, the water surface of the Guanting Hall is calm and serene, and the wind hoist (wind power generation equipment) is spectacular ... I am intoxicated by the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
Finally came to the foot of the Great Wall.
Looking around, the Great Wall is like a dragon, winding and undulating in the mountains, which is awe-inspiring and stands proudly. I haven't climbed it yet, and I have been impressed by its majestic momentum.
We started climbing, and we climbed over one fire platform after another. These hilltop fire platforms were watchtowers of that year. When there is an enemy situation, these peak fire platforms will ignite the peak smoke one by one, and all the princes will come from all directions quickly when they see the peak smoke, thus protecting the country from foreign enemies.
As it is May Day, there are many tourists like ants, including adults, children, the elderly, China people, foreigners and people of all colors. They kept climbing. I think they must take this as a kind of pride like me!
The sun was already very hot in May, and I was sweating after climbing for a short time, but I didn't slack off at all. My goal is the 888-meter-high summit of the Great Wall. With this motivation, besides taking pictures and drinking water, I started climbing again. Although the more you go up the stairs, the more you become a disciple, and you will almost stand up in the end, but what does it matter? "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall". I must be a good person today!
With our unremitting efforts, Hero Slope, the highest peak of the Great Wall, is finally at our feet, and a strong sense of pride arises. Yes, as a descendant of the Chinese people, it would be a pity not to climb to the top of the Great Wall! Looking at the mountain peak, the excited people took photos with successful gestures, looked at the beautiful rivers and mountains outside the Great Wall, and looked at the crystallization of the hard work and wisdom of the ancient working people. I was full of excitement and excitement. Ah, the Great Wall of Wan Li, I am deeply proud that I am from China!
What a meaningful trip! What an unforgettable thing!