1 Brother, you ignored my tears! Don't listen to me! Don't look at my heart! Let's go In such a cold street! You let my world pass the season, with leaves flying in spring, snow falling in summer, rain falling in autumn and flowers blooming in winter. Brother, you left me and I tried not to cry. I want you to know that I am a strong child, but, brother! My heart hurts, brother! You said that when a young tree grows tall, it must learn to be strong. If you endure everything, you can bite the bullet and get through it! Brother! I don't cry anymore, I want to be strong, the little tree grows taller, and it wants to absorb the sunshine and nourish itself. What's the matter, raise your head and face it, don't back down, I'm strong and I'm sure to overcome setbacks! Brother! I learned to be strong! Let go of the big hand, and the small hand is strong.
Brother! When I left, my big hand fell off my small hand and I couldn't hold it anymore, brother! You left, you said, let go of the big hand and let the little hand learn to be strong, brother! Let go of your big hand when you leave. Let your little hands grow up, learn to be strong, don't cry when you fail, work hard, don't cry when you fall, and stand up again! Brother! With big hands, small hands will be strong! Why did you leave? Let go of the big hand, and the small hand has learned to be strong. It bravely tries to find its own direction!
I learned to be strong, strong, let the fragile trees grow in the wind, be strong, let the pre-released plum blossom in the cold, be strong, and let the weak me grow happily!
Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and what has passed will become a beautiful memory! Everything, let us face it firmly, and happy days will come!
When I mention my mother, I think of her nagging mouth.
As soon as I get up in the morning, my mother will say, "brush your teeth quickly and clean your toothbrush." Don't eat it all at once. " Although the promise is very good, my mother still doesn't feel comfortable nagging twice.
When watching TV at night, my mother said, "Don't watch TV too close, or you will be nearsighted." I said, "I see!" During the TV commercial, I ran to the bathroom to watch my mother wash clothes. My mother asked again, "Did you turn off the TV?" I said, "No", and my mother said, "Turn off the TV quickly and save electricity." "I still want to see it, why should I turn it off?" "Then go and have a look now." I said, "I don't want to see it now." Mother said, "You'd better turn it off and turn on the TV when you want to watch it." I have to listen to my mother and turn off the TV. You see, enough nagging.
Sometimes I go home from school and finish my homework, then I play computer. When my mother sees it, she will say, "Don't play computer, it will affect my study. Go and do my homework later! " "I said," My homework is finished. " Mom said, "You can review. "I can't stand it, so I have to go to my desk to review. After a while, the slacker bit me again. My mother said, "Son, you should be persistent in your work. Only review for a period of time will be effective. Stick to it! " I obediently walked into the study again. After dinner, a group of friends asked me out to play, and my mother nagged, "Don't fight with others, be safe when you go home ..." Alas, I really can't help her.
I know that every child's mother is as nagging as my mother, because we are growing up and need her teaching. Although my mother's nagging sometimes makes me unhappy, I know she loves me.
I have been in the first grade for so long, is the excitement still there? Let's take a look at what the author of the first mid-term exam in junior high school said! Do you agree with him? I can't wait for the first day of my life to finally go to junior high school. I am very excited. I have long heard that middle school life is very rich. I just started school and I can't wait. "Hello, classmates, I am your Chinese teacher and your head teacher. Let's walk through Grade One together." This is our new head teacher talking. According to the placement test results, I was assigned to 10 class. I think the placement test is good, but seeing the results of other students, I think junior high school is really hidden dragon and crouching tiger. It seems that I have to work harder and surpass others! The head teacher set an opponent for each of us according to our grades. If we lose to each other, we will give each other prizes. My opponent is the monitor, I can't lose to him! It was calm at first, but slowly, the workload was getting bigger and bigger, which made me a little breathless. Besides, I go to bed late and get up early every day. I feel that I bring panda eyes to class every day, and sometimes I fall asleep in class. Looking at other students, I feel a little different. Every time I meet a primary school teacher, the teacher will praise the top students in their class and say that we will be surpassed by newcomers in senior three and senior four. Junior high school students study hard, but it's a shame that they can't learn well. Every time parents will say, look at that person in your class, how powerful and conscious he is. Why don't you study like others? Just when we want to refute, they will say, "Why don't you do it?" Will we still fuck your heart? "Sharp words plunge into our hearts like knives, and we need encouragement. Even if we study as well as others, we have tried our best! Pressure is like a mountain, we can't hold it any longer. Looking at the sky with heavy rain, my face was mixed with tears and rain.
On the first day, perfect composition 4 started as scheduled. Once again, we embarked on a journey of studying. With curiosity and expectation. Stepped into the dream junior high school life.
On the day of school, it rained in Mao Mao. It only carries emotions and sadness. Even so, it was a sea of people that day. Colorful umbrellas, you squeeze me and I squeeze you. It adds a special scenery to the desolation stained by rain. My eyes looked around eagerly. When I saw you goodbye, it was not a familiar face, but a strange face.
The rain changed from a trickle to a downpour. My heart also cried with the rain, silently crying.
Yes, I broke up. I broke up with my primary school classmates! Even in the same school. It is inevitable that there will be no intimacy before. We can't solve a difficult problem together, and then, tacit high five, cheers.
It is impossible to run together in the rain in a weather like today. It rains intermittently and sometimes it rains cats and dogs. Sit together, wait for the teacher to ask questions and raise your hand.
The traces left by the years are really deep. At that time, we could quarrel together and stop talking for a few days when we were angry, but we always thought it would be a long time. There are many happy days in the future.
My eyes looked around eagerly, and no one around my class was an old acquaintance. Not even a shadow.
I'm afraid of loneliness, and I'm afraid that no one can accompany me crazy until I get old.
Time, why are you so heartless? Deprive me of what little happiness I have left. What left me was endless loneliness and fear.
I can't find you, leaving only memories of various spices!
In the early morning of summer, I walked from the path to the street. The sun is already in the sky, and it's already sweating after a few steps.
There is a path ahead, which is narrow enough for only one person. The land whitened by the sun looks clean. One side of the road is paddy field and the other side is private plot. Farmers grow some vegetables to be self-sufficient. On both sides of the road, there is a clump of grass, which is itchy and a little uncomfortable.
Walking, there came a big fellow in front, in his forties, with a full face of Houthi, a stocky northeast man. He is a standard "model husband", with a stick in his left hand and a bucket of clothes in his right. Obviously, I just got back from washing clothes by the pond.
However, this road can only be crossed by one person.
I calculated the distance, and three steps later, I slipped into the gap of the appointment and wanted him to go first. Unexpectedly, at the same time, Dahan also stepped into private plots.
"After you!" I can't help saying something when I am learning English. I suddenly felt a slip of the tongue and quickly added, "You first!" An embarrassed smile floated on my face, although the big fellow might not feel it.
"You go first!" He smiled at me politely, which was like a warm spring breeze.
"After you!" I said with a polite smile. Because he still has a bucket full of clothes in his hand.
"You go first!" He still stood there without raising his feet.
I didn't refuse again, so I hurried over. At the moment when I passed him, I smiled and said to him, "Thank you!" " "That's the truth full of gratitude.
We walked in opposite directions. However, there is a human warmth in the turnover place.
Although it just gives way, it makes me understand that if everyone knows humility, there will be no distance between hearts and people will be full of warmth. I want to thank this big fellow, who made way for me and taught me to make way for others.
I like the tenderness of spring, the fierceness of summer and the romance of autumn, but I still like the winter when it snows all over the sky.
I like the peace in winter. In winter, a snow-white mink coat is tailored for the earth. Tree girls wear sparkling white gauze skirts, and the grass is covered with white duvets, quietly guarding the earth. There are his soldiers everywhere-snowflakes, defending the kingdom in winter, and the grass falls asleep quietly. The tree girls stood gracefully in the snow as if they were beautiful princesses. What a peaceful scene!
I like the flying snow in winter. Small snowflakes are flying in the air, as if dancing. Elegant dance moves us, standing in the snow, enjoying this beautiful scene, and it seems to be playing hide-and-seek with you, jumping playfully on your face, and then disappearing in the blink of an eye. So many times, you still can't catch it, and it smiles proudly at you in the sky! It seems to be on the slide again, sliding down from it one by one, happy from ear to ear, eager to slide down. ...
I like colorful winter. Speaking of winter, I can't do without skiing, snowball fights, snowmen, ice sculptures and other colorful games. In the snow, children are playing with snowballs, and there is snow all over their clothes, hair and gloves. They don't care. They just rubbed a snowball quickly, their faces full of excitement. He threw it at them, and the other side showed no weakness. Another snowball hit me and hit me in the face. Instead of being angry, I smiled. Compared with snowball fights, making a snowman is a "gentle" game. Although it is not as thrilling and fun as snowball fights, the children are still very happy, not to mention ice sculptures. You "artists" have made grotesque and colorful ice sculptures through careful production. What other games in the world can match it?
I like winter, I like its tranquility, I like its colorful snowflakes, and I love winter.
The first day full score composition 7 happiness, life partner; Happiness, a necessity for growth; Happiness is the spice of mood. As long as you feel life with your heart, you will find it everywhere.
My friends always say that I have a faint fragrance, and I have always wondered: "Is it the fragrance of washing powder?"
One day after school, I went home early. Pushing open the door, a fresh fragrance came to my nose. Oh, it's mom washing clothes. A foam doll has different postures: some are naughty, rolling several times in the air, and the playful 2 is hiding behind her mother and disappeared; some
On the other hand, I like to travel, and the more I drift away; Some are attached to the earth and can't wait to embrace it as soon as they are born. I was idle and watched my mother wash clothes with great interest. The setting sun shone on my mother's body and dyed her black hair playing chess at that age. I seem to see some traces of time next to her eyes. Accompanied by the pleasant sound of running water, her hand rubbed a painting hard, as if she were injecting something into it. At this moment, I suddenly remembered what my friend said. It turns out that mom, in this dress, has also injected her concern and love for me! She rubbed it carefully as if to fill it with fragrance. Looking at it, I seem to smell happiness. The next morning, as usual, my mother heated me another glass of milk. But unlike before, I feel as if I tasted a sweet taste in milk, but it is very refreshing. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back, but my schoolbag is full of happiness. I came to the classroom and said to my friend, "You smell good, too." She was puzzled and muttered, "Is it the smell of washing powder or something?"
The wheel of fate is turning bit by bit, and the hourglass of time is passing bit by bit, but the mark of happiness will not change. Whether you like it or not, it's there and never give up.
My hometown is a small city in southwest Hunan. She is an ancient city with a long history and picturesque scenery.
Even if you have been to the colorful Yaochi in the sky, the West Lake and Mount Tai on the ground, you can't miss the fairyland of Wugang-Yunshan. Yunshan, a famous mountain in southwest Hunan, is located 5 kilometers south of Wugang City, with the main peak elevation of 1372.5 meters and the annual average temperature of 15℃. This is a forest park. Yunshan, with a long history, is the 69th blessed place in China, also known as the "Southern Chu Resort".
Yunshan, with its beautiful scenery, is famous for its Shan Qi, beautiful water, secluded forests and wonderful clouds. It is called a tourist attraction and has many inscriptions by ancient and modern celebrities. Song Gaozong and Zhao Gou lamented that "the seventy-one peak of Yunshan is changing". Pan, the minister of rites in Ming Dynasty, once wrote ten scenes, such as Fairy Bridge and Curtain Water in Front of Cliff.
And there are many beautiful and moving legends. Yunshan is rich in animal and plant resources, with many rare tree species. When you stand in Baoding, Yunshan and see this picturesque scenery, you must want to stay in Shan Ye and spend the rest of your life in this paradise.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery, we should also try the food of Wugang. Wugang is known as the city of food. Among many delicious dishes, braised dishes are the only one. Braised vegetables have a history of hundreds of thousands of years.
It is said that Emperor Qianlong tasted pot-stewed vegetables when he went down to the south of the Yangtze River, and later pot-stewed vegetables were listed as tributes in the Qing Dynasty. The production technology of pot-stewed vegetables is very particular, fragrant and sweet, which has the effects of quenching thirst and strengthening the spleen and stomach. If you are from the south, it will taste better if you dip in a little spicy oil specially made by Wugang. Pot-stewed vegetables can be used as an elegant hall for holiday banquets and also as a home-cooked dish for residents.
At the same time, it is also delicious to carry with you on the trip. Don't forget to try a better plasma duck. Plasma duck is a traditional food in Wugang. Rich in nutrition, sweet and delicious, sweet and sour, tender and crisp, easy to find seasoning and simple to fry. There are also copper geese, rice flowers and pig blood balls, which have a more flavor.
How, have your eyes been taken away by these scenery!
When I was a child, I carried my schoolbag, hummed nursery rhymes and walked back and forth between school and home hand in hand with my good friends. Everywhere I went, I left laughter and laughter with her, as well as troubles with my age.
She, my best friend, we met on campus, got to know each other on campus, and struggled on campus, but time went by and we separated. I met her in kindergarten. Coincidentally, our homes are not far apart. We can go to school together and go home together on the flower and bird path. She and I are as close as brothers, even in exams and awards. In the third semester, we will learn from each other before the exam. We walked in the boundless campus, and the sun was shining. Birds seem to be twittering and laughing at us, looking at others with awards in their hands and shallow smiles on their faces. Beautiful, beautiful, just like a beautiful painting.
In this way, I tasted trouble for the first time. Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy seem to knock over the five-flavor bottle, which is very uncomfortable.
It was you who accompanied me through the first difficulty.
However, the fourth grade started, and I didn't see you in the class. I asked the teacher why you didn't come. The teacher said that you transferred to another school, and I ran out in tears. Why, why, why don't you spend the rest of your life with me? Have you forgotten our troubles and friendship? You said you would make me happy when I was sad, accompany me when I was happy and encourage me when I failed. Didn't you say that?
I thought of you again in the graduation exam. I don't know what you are doing. I don't think you'll guess. I'm thinking about you now. I think you must be pulling your ears to think, because when you are anxious, you are pulling your ears. I hope you do well in this exam.
Life will not be carefree forever, nor will it be troublesome forever. Worry and worry are complementary. May there be enough clouds in your life to support the beautiful dusk tomorrow.
The most precious thing between people is trust. The trusted person will shoulder the responsibility, but trust is also a kind of happiness. When you know that you are trusted, you have the motivation to move forward.
That was a few weeks ago. At that time, I was having a math class. At the end of the class, Teacher Ma suddenly said that the math class representative wanted me to be a teacher. I was surprised and looked at nothing. When Mr. Ma asked me if I could be responsible, I gave a "hmm" inexplicably. From then on, I became a representative of math class. Did the teacher see my potential ability? I don't know.
After I dealt with it carelessly for a week, the trouble came.
It was Friday. I went home as usual, but I always felt something was missing. When I got home, I was startled when I opened my exercise book. I didn't give you your math homework at all. I can't go back to school to give homework now. I sat on the ground feebly and felt uneasy.
Two days later, as soon as I entered the classroom, all my classmates pointed their finger at me. Some say I'm incompetent, some say I'm too careless, and some even say they want to propose to the math teacher to change class representatives together. I am also particularly ashamed and wronged.
When I walked into the math teacher's office, I was just about to ask her to quit me or suddenly scold me. To everyone's surprise, the teacher just said to me gently, "Never mind, a small mistake is nothing. You should learn from this mistake and do better. The teacher believes you! " The last three words are like a pair of scissors, which cut my heart knot and gave me a kind of strength. I think this power is the power of trust. It pushes me to perfection.
Some people are happy for their excellent grades, others are happy for the smell of nature, but I am happy because of the trust and encouragement of teachers.
My balcony is a small green world, with broad beans, morning glory, morning pepper, five-color pepper, jasmine, Clivia ... all in their own way to render the wonderful life.
I especially like plants since I was a child. I like the bright colors of flowers, envy the tall and straight posture of trees and admire the tenacious perseverance of grass ... so I especially like planting. In my opinion, it is really poetic to experience its colorful life with plants. Planting is an art.
My favorite is the morning glory pot, which has an indissoluble bond with me.
Last autumn, I picked up some wild morning glory seeds. One morning in early spring, I carefully collected them and planted them in flowerpots. So its life began. I take special care of this new friend, give him a proper amount of water every day, and help him get rid of pests and diseases carefully.
In this way, one day, two days ... buds appeared in the flowerpot! I was so surprised that I watched it grow up day by day and insisted on writing a "growth diary" for it. Slowly, slowly, the tender stems climbed up my window lattice and approached the sun step by step. Heart-shaped green leaves were born on the stems, and they were in pairs, like a pair of little wings, eager to fly to their own sky one day.
When summer comes, the tender stems and leaves grow thick unconsciously, like a strong hand, climbing persistently. When the first brown bud was born, I looked forward to flowering every day. One day, I was very happy. When I got home, I was surprised to find a blue flower on the morning glory vine, as if playing a trumpet to celebrate me! After that, more and more flowers bloom. Blue, purple, red and pink ... played a symphony of life. Today, there are still a few flowers that are not afraid to laugh in the bleak autumn wind!
The life of morning glory is wonderful, and other plants are no exception. In my mind, plants are not playthings for people to enjoy, but my best friends. They also have flesh and blood, laughter and tears, joys and sorrows, ups and downs. I learned a lot from them. With plants, my life is colorful.
If I can change the seventy-two changes, I must benefit mankind and let mankind live a happier life. If I can change seventy-two, I will ...
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a rain fairy. Go to a dry place, and the next long-lost rain will make the dry river flow from now on, make the dry river wet, let the crops in the field grow sturdily, and let the farmers have a good harvest until the harvest season.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become the wind, bringing a little coolness to people in summer and making the sweat on their heads disappear. Go to the field to see the farmer's uncle who is farming, help him wipe the sweat on his forehead and smile. Then gently help him cool the tea and give him a moisturizer.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a beam of sunshine, sending warmth and blessings to children in mountainous areas, so that they can thrive.
If I can change 72, I will become a book. Let the children look at me and learn the knowledge inside. Let the children in the mountains also study, enjoy reading, learn more knowledge, go out of the mountains, go out of the countryside, come to the city and outline their bright future.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a bottle of elixir and go to the hospital to save lives, so that those patients can see their beautiful life and live a happy life again.
If I can change seventy-two, I want to become a wonderful music, floating in the streets, bringing joy to people and making their lives no longer boring. Send wonderful music to people who are working and studying to relieve stress.
If I can change seventy-two changes, I must let people live a beautiful and happy life; If I can change seventy-two changes, I must appear where people need us; If I can change seventy-two ...
The smell of spring is getting stronger and stronger. When the morning light shines on the earth, and everything is still in a hazy sleep, our family will go to see the beautiful apricot flowers.
We drove to Liyan Town, Yangcheng County, where apricot blossoms were in full bloom. At this time, it was just dawn, and the apricot blossoms were like shy girls, opening up bit by bit. When we climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at the distant scenery, we saw that the opposite mountain was white and pink, full of endless apricot blossoms, just like a child's immature face. How beautiful! Looking down at the foot of the mountain, with the first-class terraces, apricot trees show a soft figure and apricot flowers show a faint smile. On the roadside, people stop to watch the beautiful apricot flowers from time to time. How many tourists it attracted! "wow! It's amazing, it's wonderful! " The tourists kept admiring the charming scenery and took photos with their cameras.
Later, we approached the apricot flowers, some of which were half-opened, as if to "seduce" us and let us stay and watch them open; Some have been completely open to show the world its beauty; Some are full of flowers, and there is a feeling of budding ... There is an apricot tree full of dense flowers. Flowers bloom from the branches to the treetops, leaving no gap, and the sunshine is like a flying spring. Blossoming apricot flowers, white in powder and yellow in white, are crystal clear and exquisite, like agate, pearl, diamond and glittering rare treasures.
Near noon, the sun is burning in the air, and apricot flowers are no longer so full of vitality, as if to say to us: "I want to rest, come back tomorrow!" " "Looking back at the apricot blossoms in the mountains and plains, we reluctantly embarked on the road home.
Seeing this, do you also like apricot flowers?
The little author described the blooming of apricot flowers. The language is very vivid and interesting. He used many descriptive techniques, especially the imitation technique, to write the shape of apricot flowers vividly, such as "apricot trees show their feminine figure and apricot flowers show a faint smile", which shows the author's love for apricot flowers.
Friendship is easy to read, but not easy to do. I remember when I was a child, I was in a kindergarten with Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan and Wang Ruoyao. We were very happy then.
At lunch time, I suggest not eating steamed bread, but eating it while walking. Pan Xin and they all agreed to my suggestion. Our teacher found us eating steamed bread while walking. The teacher asked us who spoke first. Pan Xin said it was her. As a result, the teacher wouldn't let her sleep and let her stand at the door of the small class (we were in the big class at that time). I can't sleep at noon, thinking about Pan Xinfa's life. In the afternoon, Pan Xin came back. I asked her what was wrong, but she smiled and said nothing. I feel warm in my heart, and I think Pan Xin has a kind heart.
Another afternoon, we just woke up, everyone went to drink water, but I found that my cup was gone, and I just woke up and was thirsty. Everyone is thirsty, and naturally everyone can't take care of themselves. No one will see that I don't have a glass of water At this moment, Wang Ruoyao came over and said, "I seem to see that you don't have a water cup. Here, use mine. " I gave it back to her after drinking the water. When she went to get water, there was no water. I said, "What if there is no water?" Wang Ruoyao said, "But I'm not thirsty now, because I feel happy to help others."
Our class went to exercise in the morning, but I forgot to take the skipping rope. Wang Yanyan said, "I'll take you with me, so the teacher won't talk about you!" " ""then the teacher won't talk about you! "It's okay. I will do anything for my friends.
Now, Pan Xin, Wang Yanyan, Wang Ruoyao and I are still "doing the necessary things". We just made friends a few years ago. We are very United and help each other.
Although we only have about four months left to go our separate ways, we believe that we will meet again.
Summer is the time when insects are active. I'm sitting in the classroom, worried about this insect singing. You know, I hate bugs and I'm afraid of bugs.
I looked out of the window, not only complaining, but also annoying bugs, not only singing at night, but also flying on this beautiful day. I sighed. I really don't know how the ancients came up with the phrase "cicadas sing in Lin Jing". Probably, I'm too shallow. Just looking at a mountain of homework. I had to force myself to calm down and be silent for a while. ...
1 of "pa", as if something fell on the table. As soon as I saw it, I cried with an "ah". A black bug with a broken wing landed on the table. I just wanted to throw him off the table, but I still saw him flapping his thin wings helplessly. I froze, and my hand stopped. The movement of the hand stopped. I suddenly felt sorry for the bug: how long can it live without wings? Only a few minutes. ...
I looked at this bug and was shocked by its tenacity. Insects kept flapping their broken wings on the table. I looked at this bug, and my previous dislike for him disappeared, replaced by deep shock!
His foot slipped and I thought he was dead. But I don't know, it struggled to flap its wings with its last strength. The almost transparent wings, flapping quickly, finally, transparent, disappeared. When I think of my sympathy for it, I almost feel that I am the one who needs sympathy. I always do things by halves. Eyes, blindfolded, endless sadness and injury. ...
There was another bang, and the bug fell to the ground, motionless. It gave its life for flying.
A silence. ...
Life is not like this. Work hard. So what if you fail? As long as you don't give up your efforts, you won't fail; Only by giving up trying can we really lose. Life is long, there is hope ahead, and there is success ahead. The only thing to do is-don't give up trying.