In the continuous growth, I began to mature, began to think of others, and began to forgive others. However, growth is not only physical growth, but also knowledge, understanding and summing up experience.
As for me, my understanding of "growth" is not clear. However, there is one thing that makes me know more about the word "growth".
It was a Tuesday of this semester, the first class in the morning. After Mr. Zheng finished class, Zhou Yi and I quickly took our school to the fifth grade Chinese office and immediately ran back to the classroom for math class. Gradually, it is getting closer and closer to the end of the second class. Zhou Yi and I are going to run to the office immediately after class. However, after the bell rang for a long time, Mr. Yuan still wouldn't let us finish class. Therefore, Zhouyi and I had to sit in our seats anxiously, imagining what to do when Teacher Zheng criticized us. Suddenly, the bell rang and the art teacher came, so Mr. Yuan had to let go. At this time, Teacher Fang only allowed us to go to the toilet and get art books. We don't know if we can go to the office, so we are in the classroom, waiting for the end of the third class. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and fifteen minutes passed? Thirty-five minutes have passed! I count the time while doing eye exercises. Class is finally over. Zhou Yi and I rushed to the office, only to find Mr. Zheng closing the door. We went in at once. Teacher Zheng thought we were lazy during the second class break and asked us, "Why don't you come to the second class?" Zhouyi and I looked at each other, full of grievances and said nothing. Teacher Zheng said to us again, "Come early next time." At first, I was worried about how Mr. Zheng would criticize us. Now, everything is relieved.
At noon, I quietly thought about it and put myself in Mr. Zheng's perspective. If I were a teacher, I might also want my students to be angry.
Because of this, I learned the meaning of "growth", learned to put myself in the other's shoes and learned to be patient.
I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed ... "Every time I hear this song, I feel inexplicably sad. I really want to go home and sit next to my parents and listen to them.
Yes, I am a boarding student. My home is in a mountainous area, and there is no school. I have to go to the county seat more than 50 kilometers away from home to go to school, and I can only go back once a week. That is to say, under normal circumstances, the opportunity for me to meet my parents is only about eight days a month, so my parents miss me very much, care about me and love me more. Friday is always exciting and pleasant. Birds will leave their cages and fly to the blue sky. My father always walks dozens of miles of mountain roads and comes to pick me up at school two hours in advance. No matter what the weather is, he will come, and he will bring cakes baked by his mother at home, fried corn kernels and my favorite peanuts, for fear that I will be too hungry to walk on the road. However, he came a little late today. When he came, all the students in the class had already left. I complained in my mind that he was late. If he comes, I must ask him what happened and why he was not on time today! Fortunately, in a short time, he came and waved to me from a distance. I turned my head angrily and he ran to me. "Woman, I didn't bring anything to eat today. Come on, dad will take you to a restaurant for dinner. " He dragged me away panting. I am secretly happy. I seldom go to restaurants when I grow up, and I forgot everything just now. When I entered the restaurant, he ordered me a bowl of post-it notes and a bowl of free noodle soup, saying that he had already eaten. Looking at the tempting noodles, I wolfed it down. Because there are too many noodles to eat, I am left. Father saw that I really couldn't eat any more, so he took the bowl and helped me eat the rest. People who eat with relish and don't want to eat at all.
When I got home, I didn't know why my father was late today. My mother is lying in bed with a stomachache and sweating profusely. After coming back, my mother turned over and drank some hot water. I'm going to cook. I quickly said I had eaten, told her to lie down and asked her if she and her father had eaten today. She said they were not hungry, so I understood. Looking at my parents in front of me, my eyes are hot and blurred. I secretly made up my mind in my heart that I must study hard and grow up to protect them in the future!
There are two things you can't hide, one is love and the other is cough. Even though my parents seldom say that they love me, their behavior makes me feel extremely warm.
Speaking of festivals, what China people miss most is the Spring Festival.
Our Spring Festival is busy and happy. I remember the last time I went to my grandmother's house for the New Year. There are many programs in it.
Early in the morning, I just woke up and heard the sound of chopping vegetables downstairs. Yes, today is New Year's Eve. Thinking of this, I lost all my drowsiness and hurried downstairs.
Everyone got up, some chopped meat, some rolled noodles, some went to town to sell fireworks, and some went to pay New Year greetings ... very busy.
The most lively time on New Year's Eve is afternoon and evening. After lunch, we began to prepare the reunion dinner. Anyway, I can't help, so I play with my companions, set off firecrackers and have snowball fights.
In the evening, the reunion dinner is almost ready. Of course, the most important thing is that I took the kitchen god statue outside the hall with the adults and put the pig's head and tail in a big basin in front of the kitchen god statue. But I don't know what this means now. When serving wine, the wine must be white wine to show clarity. We should also burn incense and yellow paper to show our wealth next year. Light candles and pray for prosperity in the coming year.
After worshipping Kitchen God, it's about six o'clock. We put the portrait of the fish we bought in town on the glass door, indicating that there are "fish" every year. This time is the happiest time for our children. Because there will be fireworks. We put several barrels of fireworks in the yard and then lit them. In a short time, fireworks opened in the air in various shapes and colors, which were beautiful. After the fireworks, we went on stage. We put firecrackers in the fireworks shell and then blow it to pieces.
Dinner! The family got together, my father toasted my grandfather, and my aunt told stories to my sister. As for me, I'll have a bite in the east and a piece in the west, and sit down and watch the Spring Festival Gala.
After the reunion dinner, my family went upstairs to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Watching, around eleven o'clock, my sister's eyelids kept fighting, so my aunt had to hold her to bed. I'm not going to sleep! There are wonderful acrobatics, funny sketches and beautiful songs on TV, which attract me. Why do you feel sleepy? At twelve o'clock, the New Year bell rang, and jiaozi in the big market served me. I drank several bowls in one breath and fell asleep. Sleep till dawn.
The fourth composition of the fifth-grade chronicle, born in Jiangyin, impressed me deeply that the old people in this city always mentioned several seemingly famous places in their speeches, such as Hedong Street, Cross Street, Zhong Yi Street and Shifang Temple. Only after careful tracing can we know that these all represent the historical boundary of the South Gate. I tried to follow the map to see what the charm of these place names was, but I found that the original history was really blown away like dust, and all I could find was the lonely and winding Zhong Yi Street.
Early morning-Jiangyin in the boudoir
When a touch of fish-belly grey appeared in the east, the golden sunshine in the summer morning penetrated through the clouds and fell on the city, and the south gate, a street living in history, began to glow with its own vitality.
This is a city with a slightly comfortable pace of life. Weekend mornings are especially quiet, unlike big cities. It seems that after a night, there will always be a mess. The morning in Jiangyin is more like a girl waking up in the boudoir to get married. In the twilight, it always shows the ease of life, but it belongs to the vitality of young people. Zhong Yi Street is an old street in the south of the city, just like this. Although it was already bustling, it didn't quiet down. Here, you can even see the kitchen smoke that you haven't seen for a long time in the city. Urban residents living in old streets will get up early to freshen up, set up briquette stoves and burn a pot of boiling water. At this time, the kitchen will become lively. Some old people always pay special attention to breakfast. They think a delicious breakfast is the spiritual beginning of the day. The uncle next door will move out of a long wooden stool and gather under a roof without a nest to talk about mountains and seas, people's livelihood and current affairs, and national affairs. It seems that this group of people with gray temples in their sixties and seventies are more calm and calm.
Jiangyin, originally a county town with strong people's character, has been guarding the city for 81 days in history, which is enough to see how shocking and powerful the soul contained in such a small town is. However, we can't ignore the temperament of urban water towns. The tenderness and pursuit of life of water people have long been dissolved in blood. When I first met Jiangyin, I chose a cool morning, strolled in this 200-meter-long alley, listened to Jiangyin dialect, which was tougher than Wu Nong's soft language, and experienced the tenderness of the city.
Afternoon-cool and wonderful Jiangyin.
The sun is like fire, and the old street becomes extraordinarily quiet. The bustling business that originally belonged here did not leave too much shade for the old street. Occasionally passers-by will find that several doors are open, as if the moat is at the other end of the corridor. The old woman in the house sat on a small bamboo chair, shaking the cattail leaf fan, without a trace of sweat. It seems that the summer heat is blocked by only one door. Grandma will also ask if you want to go indoors with a bright smile to avoid the hot head outside. I can't help it. It seems that this bottle of iced drink in my hand is so eye-catching at this moment.
Sometimes, Jiangyin is so quiet, just like a paradise, seemingly dull, but every wonderful life of X is like a silver screen. Once you read it, you will be deeply attracted. Jiangyin at noon, like a young woman, is elegant but enthusiastic, seemingly ordinary in appearance, but has an infinitely wonderful life.
Dusk-Quiet Jiangyin
At dusk, there are no street lamps in the old street now, and it is quieter only by the dim lights of several shops. The light from the arch of Zhong Yi Street seems to confuse many passers-by, but it is also scared away by its depth. The residents in the old street seem to have gone to bed early, and the only noise may come from a small bar in the alley or a private restaurant in the middle. I heard that the pub used to be a book, so I can't help sighing. There are always many differences between ideal life and things and reality. Just like Jiangyin, no matter how beautiful things are, they can't stand the cruelty of reality. But who can say that this is not the only thing in life, and it looks so real? Therefore, when you come to the old street at dusk, you can't see the outline of every building completely, but you can only experience the tranquility revealed in the quiet overflow.
Jiangyin is like a lady, and there is a concern for her family behind her elegant appearance. She never made an earth-shattering move, but she kept the most important peace in her life with her persistence.
On the eighth day of August 1st and February, the South Gate met with the country of loyalty and loyalty and the Zongmen, which resisted the Qing Dynasty and defended the city, leaving Jiangyin with the truest historical memory. Even though many buildings and place names are only recorded in words, the story about this city has never dissipated in the old streets of the old city. Zhong Yi Street, which spans the south of the city, is the last thought of the citizens of the small town about the south gate and the old city.
That was three years ago, when I was in Grade Two. Once I watched TV at home, and there was a fashion show of jeans on the TV channel. However, some jeans look strange, with holes in knees and other parts. I wonder why new clothes are full of holes.
Occasionally, my mother and I go shopping in the mall, where I see many new jeans that have just entered the market. They are full of holes, but they are very expensive. I asked my mother, "Why do people buy rotten pants?" "That was designed by the designer." Mom said with a smile.
A few days later, while my mother was away, I thought about becoming a small designer myself. So I picked up the scissors and began to cut them. After only a few clicks, the pants were cut. When my mother came back at night, she accidentally saw the cut on my pants and asked me, "How did your pants break?" I thought about it and whispered, "I accidentally scraped it today."
I put on my own fashion, which is my little secret.
At the crossroads of life, I really don't know how to choose to go forward or backward, left or right. Every choice is full of doubt and hope, and I am afraid that the opportunity will pass me by, because the right choice can make me smooth sailing and embark on the broad road; The wrong choice will make you black and blue, even beyond redemption, just as the saying goes: "One step away becomes eternal regret, and then go back a hundred years."
I still remember accidentally bumping into a classmate's desk one day after class in grade three, causing her pen to "drop" and break on the ground. At this time, I was anxious like a little ant in a hot pot, afraid of being scolded and losing money. At this time, the devil suddenly ran out of my heart and kept urging me and told me, "Never mind, never mind, just pretend it's nothing!" " However, suddenly an angel ran out of my heart and warned me, "Don't do this." "People are doing it, and the sky is watching." Be honest, learn from your mistakes and always encourage yourself. "At this time, my heart is very tangled, I don't know what to do!
The devil had a fight with the angel, and the angel won, so I went to that classmate to apologize and admit my mistake. Unexpectedly, that classmate not only didn't ask me for compensation, but also said to me, "It doesn't matter, as long as you admit your mistake, and that pen is old, so it doesn't matter, don't feel guilty!" At this time, the dark clouds in my heart suddenly disappeared, and a warm current came to my heart, which made me cry. Although it's just an old pen, I know I made a correct choice. Thank you for your understanding and her mind!
Therefore, in life, when faced with many big and small choices, we must think carefully and never make an irreparable mistake because we made a bad choice. A little thing, let me learn a big truth!
Twenty years later, I returned to my long-lost hometown-the beautiful Greentown Nanning. By this time, I was already a lawyer in Washington, DC. Although the living conditions in America are very good, I still miss everything in my hometown, my alma mater and my parents the most. I took an automatic high-speed plane, and in a short time of 1 hour, I rushed back to Nanning, which I missed so much.
Ah, why has everything changed in Nanning? The towering buildings on both sides of the road make me confused between the southeast and the northwest; Flowers and trees are in full bloom between buildings, and even cherry blossoms in the north can be planted. Snow-white petals swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling me about the rapid development of Nanning in the past 20 years; I rode an unmanned red-flag car and passed the Nanning Bridge. It is still so beautiful and majestic, without any vicissitudes.
Finally, the bus took me to the most beautiful and attached place in my heart-my childhood alma mater, Binhu Road Primary School. Huh? Why is the school empty? What about the classroom? Why is there only one playground in Nuoda? Just then, a small crack appeared in the middle of the playground, which became bigger and bigger, and the whole playground split in two. Oh, it's a three-dimensional school! There is a huge indoor swimming pool hidden under the ground of the wide playground, which can accommodate up to 500 people to swim at the same time and can be hidden underground when not in use. There are colorful buses next to the swimming pool? Is this the parking lot? That's not true. Every bus is a classroom. The children are happy to have classes in the interesting classroom. During an autumn outing, these cars can take students to the vast nature. The sweet sound of reading came with the wind, and I seemed to see the happy scene of campus life before. How I miss my classmates and teachers!
When I came home after visiting the school, my parents had already stood at the door waiting for me. Behind mom and dad is a four-story villa. I asked my parents, "Is this the house where you live now?" Dad replied: "yes, now that technology is developed, you can have anything you want." Did you have a good time there? " Not bad. I replied. When I walked in the door, I saw a robot. It is an all-round robot that can do anything instead of people. It brought me a glass of water. Then I chatted with my parents about the interesting things I experienced in America.
The gains from returning to China this time are too great. I didn't expect my hometown to change so much, but one thing hasn't changed, and that is my friendship for my relatives and friends and my love for my family!
Parents' love for their children is not only sincere and selfless, but also deep and implicit, and sometimes even contradictory. There is an old saying called "poverty leads to change", which contains many regrets throughout the ages!
I remember my teacher once asked me, "Do your parents love you?" I feel that this question is so familiar and vague. If you don't know how to answer correctly or wrongly, just answer "I don't know!" What can I do but answer like this? I just feel that sometimes my mother loves me very much, and sometimes she seems to change her face and become unloved!
I remember one day after school, my classmates and I went to play basketball. I tried to hit the ball against the wall, but I broke the window-the ball went into the unprotected window on the second floor. I don't think the situation is good. I ran away like a mouse with my classmates and happened to meet my parents. When they see me like this, they know that something "good" must have happened. I thought: it's over again this time. Why am I so miserable? Sure enough, my mother scolded me as before, and my father went to apologize to the people on the second floor and lost money. I am very dissatisfied in my heart.
Many years later, I grew up and understood the truth of being a man. I am very grateful to my parents.
The composition of Grade 5 Chronicle 9 "Dictation now!" When Teacher Ma gave the order, we clenched our pens and waited nervously for the teacher to report.
"Suspected." I quickly wrote the word in my notebook. “Cupt。” When I heard this, I froze, my eyes were as big as two bells, my mouth was in an "O" shape, and I looked at Teacher Ma doubtfully, not knowing what I had done wrong. The students all thought that something had happened to me and looked at me in unison. Teacher Ma dragged me into it at once! See the teacher, poised, waiting for us to write. Are you kidding? There is no such word in the "font"! I wonder in my heart. Teacher Ma smiled mysteriously and said, "Today, we will dictate the names of our classmates."
I really don't know what medicine teacher Ma is selling in the gourd. However, I am not afraid, because we have been together for more than four years, and I am afraid that we can't write the names of our classmates? !
"Tong, Shang, Liu ..." As I wrote, I thought, "Tong" is like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake; Shang is my best friend, and his name is naturally the most familiar. Liu, a member of the same group, is common when dividing books; Jin Yidan, haha, it's strange that the simplest name in the class can't be written!
I write fluently, but other students, some scratching their heads, some frowning ... Hum, Mr. Ma, although you suddenly attacked, you can't stop me! Just as I was elated, a name popped out of the teacher's mouth-"Chen". The first two names are the same as single names, but the word "John" really stumbles me. Chen's parents are the only thrill, and it's hard to choose any name, so they chose such a complicated name. How to write "Han"? Is it Khan? Wrong. Is it "Han"? It doesn't seem right either. Is it "Shout"? That's not true! What should I write? I'm at a loss. I thought maybe his parents wanted him to grow into a man, so I finally wrote "Chen".
Teacher Ma will announce the answer at noon. We couldn't help laughing when we saw it. And as the answers are constantly revealed, the laughter is getting higher and higher. It turns out that many students have changed their names and surnames, and Shang has become Shang, Jin Yidan has become Jin Yizhou, and Tong has been written as Tong. And Chen, some written as "Chen Ke", some written as "Chen Ke Khan", some written as "Chen"; My name is no exception. Many people write me as "Chupt" ... this is really a veritable "name change"!
Finally, Teacher Ma spoke: "There are two purposes for dictating names today. One is to re-recognize some Chinese characters through this game; The second is to enhance understanding among students. We have been together for more than four years, studying and playing together every day, but some people can't even remember their classmates' names, leaving a blank in childhood. Primary school time is beautiful, and everyone should cherish it. "
Yes, the remaining primary school life is less than one third. We'll all go our separate ways in the future. We should cherish the colorful primary school life, the innocent friendship between classmates, and more importantly, we should cherish everything we have.
Teacher's comments
One of the highlights of this composition is its novel title. Titles give people a sense of suspense and can arouse readers' interest. The material selection of this paper is also very unique, and it tells a unique Chinese character dictation game. The dictation content is eye-catching, even the students' names are available, and the plot setting is ups and downs and interesting. Moreover, through this interesting study life, I expressed the theme of "cherishing primary school life" and made a deep excavation.
One day, I saw a five-or six-year-old boy on TV listening attentively to his mother's story of "Little Duck", but just as he was listening with relish, his mother said that he would go out to see his grandmother, but after a long time, his mother still didn't come back.
So he went to his mother. He saw her washing her feet at home. He just stood at the door. After a while, he seemed to understand something and quietly left grandma's door. When mother washed grandma's feet, she came back to tell her children the story of "Little Duck". But as soon as I entered the door, I found that the child was not there. At this time, the little boy brought a basin of water with his tender hands and washed his mother's feet. He said, "Mom, I will wash your feet and tell you the story of' Little Duck'." ...
Seeing this, my heart suddenly trembled. This is the power of example. The little boy in the advertisement is only five or six years old, and he knows how to honor his parents and help his mother wash her feet. I am so old, but what have I done for my parents? Every time I see my mother struggling for life and running around for my food, clothing, housing and transportation, compared with that little boy, I bow my head in shame and think a lot ... This little thing makes me understand that filial piety is a virtue and the foundation of our life.
From now on, I will try my best to do my own thing and help my parents do something that I can. Now, my mother often praises me for being sensible, laughing much more than before, and I am happier than before.