The sixth grade composition 1 has been promoted to the sixth grade, so it is natural to consider the choice of school. Dad often said, "Nanwai and Shu Ren are ideal junior high schools. If you are admitted to one of them, you don't have to worry about not being admitted to a good university. Junior high school is the first step in your life. When you get to this point, just don't fall behind in the future ... "
Entering the most important period, holidays cannot be idle. Before the holiday, my mother signed me up for Olympiad Mathematics, Olympiad Mathematics, New Concept English, and the Little Master Journalism School scheduled last semester. "In the four remedial classes, the number of languages is from July 1 to July 16, and the young master reports a class every Saturday. The basic homework is two compositions. " My mother looked at me and said, "If there is any conflict between the report submitted by the young master and the remedial class of the Foreign Languages Department, ask Mr. Wu for leave, do you hear?"
I listened, nodded reluctantly and thought angrily: Why? ! Summer vacation, summer vacation, is naturally a holiday. I have three or four remedial classes a day. How should I play? However, "the father's life is hard to violate, and the mother's life is hard to resist." Alas! Let's listen! "Good-yes-"I answered slowly.
In the next few classes, I have been moping in class and doing my homework, so that all the topics I can write clearly in my homework are wrong.
I am a little happy when I watch my parents worry about me. But seeing their wrinkles deepen day by day, the shame I buried in my heart will occupy my whole heart.
One day, my father said to me, "Dad wants to watch TV, just close the door and do his homework!" " "I listened and thought: Why? I work hard at my homework, but you watch TV at ease. Don't let me watch, I listen to TV! Hum!
So I quietly opened the door a crack and put my ear on the door. Strangely, I didn't hear the TV, but I heard the conversation. I looked at it quietly, and it turned out that my father was "whispering" to my mother. I held my breath and hardened my ears, ah! I heard you! There is a faint voice in my ear:
"alas! If this continues, she will not be able to transfer to the elite class. "
"Yes, our painstaking children can only understand when they grow up."
"……"
I can't listen any longer, let the tears wet the red scarf on my chest. Regret, chagrin, shame, regret ... all come to my mind and make me have mixed feelings.
The rest of the time, I redouble my efforts and study almost crazily. Many things happen. The first time I attended the training class, I won the third prize in mathematics and the second prize in Chinese and English! Full of confidence, the remedial class I attended in the summer vacation won a second prize and a third prize. Mom and dad are also very happy and reward me with two days off.
Going to the remedial class makes me reluctant to part with mixed feelings, but what it gives me most is understanding and success!
Tonight, it is raining outside, and the originally lively community has become extraordinarily quiet. Xiaomi is hiding in the room alone, writing a letter to his parents under the dim desk lamp. Because she wants to run away from this home and her parents. Since the separate second child policy came out, since the arrival of the younger brother, Xiaomi feels that his mother always revolves around his younger brother, and his father no longer cares about her so much. Coupled with the decline in these achievements, she is more determined to leave.
While writing a letter, she shed tears, which constantly soaked the letter paper and melted the pen and ink. When she finished writing the last sentence "goodbye" and added a big exclamation point, a miracle happened. The exclamation point grew bigger and bigger under the soaking of tears, and finally flew away from home with sad Xiaomi.
"Hello, Xiaomi!" Exclamation point said with a smile.
"Hello!" Xiaomi's mood is a little excited, because he can finally escape from home. "So mom and dad may pay attention to me." At ordinary times, my parents always revolve around my younger brother, almost ignoring my existence. Now that I'm gone, they should have been anxious. "
The exclamation point looked at the distance, said nothing, and quietly listened to Xiaomi's complaint. "Well, you sit tight, now let's fly freely together!" The exclamation point took Xiaomi to the sky. They flew over mountains, forests and oceans. ...
A small mountain village appeared in their sight, and the exclamation point slowed down and landed slowly in this small mountain village. This is a poor mountain village-there are only dozens of families here. Look at that house, the walls are covered with live mud, and the roof is covered with some straw, just like Xiaomi building blocks when he was a child. It seems that a gust of wind can blow them down.
"Sister, sister-grandma fell!" A little boy in open-backed pants ran to the field. Along the direction of the little boy, a little girl about the age of Xiaomi is weeding in the field.
The little girl dropped her hoe and flew home. This situation made Xiaomi feel very curious, so he followed.
This is a room that is almost falling down. Xiaomi timidly followed this sister into the room. I saw my sister skillfully help her grandmother to the ground, fed her some water, and made sure that her grandmother was okay before she took a long sigh of relief.
Then my sister noticed Xiaomi: "Who are you, please?"
"I'm from another city. My name is Xiaomi. " Xiaomi hurriedly explained, "Are you taking care of grandma? What about your parents? "
"Our mountain village is poor, and mom and dad have gone out to work. More than a dozen families in the whole mountain village are similar to ours, and there are only old people and children at home. " At this time, Xiaomi noticed that when my sister mentioned mom and dad, her eyes flashed with tears.
Two little girls of similar age suddenly became good friends who talked about everything. They sat on the stone at the door and talked for hours. In the evening, my sister got up to cook.
Looking at the beautiful dusk in the mountain village and listening to her sister's story, Xiaomi felt extremely ashamed, and she began to miss her parents a little.
At this time, the exclamation point appeared in front of Xiaomi: "What, do you miss your parents?"
Xiaomi choked up and nodded his head. She remembers how good her parents were to herself and how happy she was. "Even with my little brother, my mother still gets up every morning to prepare a hearty breakfast for me and wakes up in the middle of the night to see if I have kicked the quilt. Compared with my sister, my home is so warm and my parents are so cute! I really don't know how to be blessed when I was born. "
"So you-want to go back?" The exclamation point tentatively asked him, secretly pleased that his plan was about to succeed.
Looking at the infinite sunset, Xiaomi nodded. She wants to go home and apologize to her parents. She wants to play happily with her brother. She will never run away from home again ... Suddenly, her body drops rapidly and Xiaomi is awakened. She found herself asleep at her desk. ...
On Saturday morning, grandma took me to a relative's house and said that his son was getting married today and let us attend his wedding. I asked, "Grandma, just the two of us?" "No, your parents have to work. They won't arrive until noon. "
When I came to my relatives' house, I saw it was very lively. The room was full of people and red. In the kitchen, the chefs are as busy as a bee, and the helpers are working nervously. I followed my grandmother upstairs and visited the new house. Every time I go to a room, I am amazed. It's beautiful!
It was almost noon, and we were taken to the place where we ate. There, grandma gently said to me, "Xiaoyan, when the bride comes, someone will throw money into the air, scatter it, and you can rob it." You can take it later. "I shouted happily," yeah! " Then, I ran out like lightning. At this moment, my parents just came in and immediately asked me, "Xiaoyan, what are you doing running so fast?" "Go and rob the money!" I didn't stop while I was talking. When dad wanted to ask me again, I would have left.
I ran to the gate and the bride had arrived. I was secretly worried: "Alas! I'm a little late! " Suddenly, the bride and groom stood up and threw handfuls of coins into the air. The children waiting on the edge swarmed and grabbed it. I also ran to grab it. However, I was one step behind, and they took all the coins on my floor. Just then, I heard a bang and a coin fell from the table to the ground. Ah, a dollar coin! I am quick of eye and load, so I reach for it. Well, it's not for nothing.
Back to the place where I ate, I told you what happened just now. They all laughed. I looked at them and thought, "What's so funny about this? Besides, I only took one yuan! "
My name is Li, because when I was born, it was the season of peach blossoms, and my parents especially liked peach blossoms. They want me to add flower-like warmth and color to my future life, so they named me "Jin", which means that everything in the future will be icing on the cake.
I am a typical lady, and I walk very quietly-very quiet, which suits me very well. I never talk loudly or go crazy with people. I always like to "sit in the corner" and look around, so I don't hate it. Even my smile seldom makes a sound. I always smile, but the brilliance of flowers is by no means inferior.
Whenever my parents encounter difficulties or troubles at home, I will try my best to make them laugh. Of course, at this time, I will recite poems about peach blossom to my parents, so that they can feel the warmth and thoughtfulness brought by the combination of peach blossom and my daughter, thus shouldering my mission of "sending charcoal in the snow".
During school, I will concentrate on listening to lectures, think seriously, study quietly and finish my homework meticulously. Although I am not the best student, I am one of the teachers' favorite students. In addition, I have a trick to comfort others! Once in class, my good friend got angry. I think her nameless fire is quite big, so I wrote on the paper: Do you want to become a little old woman soon? Then please remain angry. I drew a happy smiling face at the back. My good friend smiled, and I smiled, secretly, very happy.
Therefore, no matter where I am, I have many friends because of my good temper and popularity. There are more than 50 friends.
Although I don't like publicity, and I'm not good at rhetoric, I live a happy life that blooms silently, but at the same time I accept the approving eyes and blessing smiles from all directions.
It seems that I have added icing on the cake to the world around me. What do you think of this?
On a quiet night, the river was calm, and on a small fishing boat in the distance, sat an old man who was over 60 years old but very strong. He put the paddle aside, picked up the slender fishing rod and bait, and prepared to fish.
The old man leaned forward and threw the fishing line into the water. It was a ripple on the mirror-like water, and after a while, it was calm again.
Suddenly, the fishing rod moved and the old fisherman stared at the water with rapt attention. Grab the fishing rod with both hands, use up all your strength, lean back, and a fat fish squeaked ashore from the water. The old man stared at it and found it was a fat bass. He smiled knowingly and said, "There are bass to eat again. Now my grandson will be happy. "
You can hear Yu Weng's hearty laughter from a distance. The moon seems to be curious, too, and sticks its head out to see what happened. Who knows, I accidentally exposed my whole face and reflected it on the river. Fish in the river jumped out of the water from time to time, splashing silver flowers.
On this autumn night, it seems so quiet.
Grade 6, June 3 1, happy day! -Experience the real skating rink with the small press corps.
Walking into the gate of the skating rink, a cold air came on me, which made me shudder. But this cold feeling didn't scare me. I ran into the skating rink excitedly: the facilities were better and the environment was good. What a big real skating rink.
I can't wait. I quickly put on my skates and put on my knee pads and hand caps. I look great! I walked into the entrance and was ready to go.
Although I can skate, this is my first time skating on the ice, so I feel particularly scared after entering the venue. My mother encouraged me to try and let the coach teach me some essentials: look forward, open your hands, lean forward and take a step forward; And stressed that the real skating is actually very easy, and it can be slipped away with a little effort. So I trembled and walked with the railing beside me. In the process of walking, I either staggered a little, or leaned forward and leaned back a little, but every step should be based on my basic skills to think about the essentials of action. It really paid off. I walked once, twice, three times ... I don't know when I actually let go of the railing, opened my hands and boldly walked to the center. Although the action is not very skilled, I feel good about myself, and my mother gave me a thumbs-up sign.
After skating for a long time, I was soaked to the skin and finally had to leave the skating rink at my mother's request.
The feeling of skating on the ice is really great! Let me find happiness, let me learn to be brave, let me know that nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will.
At noon, I rushed to the lecture hall on the first floor of the school with great interest, and I was about to meet Teacher Zhang Jizhou. My heart is pounding. He is a big coffee in children's literature, and I have admired him for a long time!
When I arrived at the lecture hall on the first floor, Mr. Zhang came in shortly after I sat down. He wears glasses and his eyes are deeply hidden behind the lenses, which makes him look gentle and knowledgeable. His eloquence brought us into a strange era. ...
It was teacher Zhang's childhood. He loved reading, but at that time he read very little and was poor, so it was good to fill his stomach, but even so, he couldn't restrain his desire to read. Every time he secretly bought a picture book and rushed home, he was always scolded by his parents, so he tried his best to do odd jobs, such as taking the children to earn some change. Although the money is insignificant to us now, Mr. Zhang was a treasure at that time. A book costs a dime and earns three or four cents. He will give twenty cents to his parents and keep the money for buying picture books for himself. He treasured a picture book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", sewed a cloth bag by himself, wrapped it carefully and read it eagerly. The news got out without warning,
The whole class knew, swarmed and looked at it head to head. After reading it, everyone will introduce it to other classes and spread it slowly throughout the school. When the book returned to Mr. Zhang's hand, to his surprise, it was not messy through everyone's hands as he feared, but clean and tidy. It turns out that every classmate cherishes books so much!
Listening to teacher Zhang's carefree memories, my heart is full of surprises and self-blame. There are several editions of The Romance of The Three Kingdoms in hardcover, thread-bound and serial editions on my bookshelf. In addition, there are piles of books at all times and in all countries, but my reading passion is far from perfect. Now I can always find various reasons to explain why I have no time to study.
Teacher Zhang's metaphor is very vivid. Reading is the wing of flying. He once loved origami airplane games. Coincidentally, this paper plane was carried by Liu Bei, Sun Quan and Cao Cao. He accidentally folded it with a piece of paper with his name on it. It was this plane that carried his original literary dream, broke through the clouds, read all the mountains and wrote wonderful articles. For me, a girl who also likes to scribble.
When I was writing the eighth article Ding Lingling in the sixth grade, the bell rang. "The important task of speaking under the national flag is handed over to Huang Yijing. Remember, the topic is our festival. " The Chinese teacher said to me. The students applauded me in their seats and congratulated me on accepting such a glorious task.
"Huang Yijing, the manuscript should be written before next Monday, and the number of words should be controlled. Don't speak on stage for more than 5 minutes, remember? " The Chinese teacher said seriously. "I see." Although I look calm on the surface, I am actually uneasy inside. You know, I have never made a speech under the national flag in front of all the teachers and students!
I feel uneasy, but I can't go back on my word. After all, I have promised. And today is Friday, and school is over. It's too late to go back on our word. Let's write carefully I thought silently. On Monday, as soon as I went to school, the teacher called me to the office and let me have a look first.
"In June, we were intoxicated with the warmth ..." As I read, the teacher told me where to be fast, where to be slow, and where to have feelings ... I was even more nervous when I looked at the teacher so seriously.
Ah! The flag-raising ceremony was about to begin, so I hurried down. "Third, speak under the national flag." I quickly ran from the team to the podium. I took the microphone in the host's hand and looked at all the teachers and students in the audience. I took a deep breath, tried to calm my nerves and began my speech.
"Dear teachers and classmates, good morning! The theme of my speech today is our festival. In June, we ... "During the speech, I felt my whole body shaking, my legs shaking, my hands shaking, my paper shaking and my heart shaking. ...
Finally, the speech is over. I bowed deeply to everyone, then returned the microphone to the host and walked off the platform. At this point, thunderous applause suddenly broke out from the audience, and the students around me whispered to me, "Huang Yijing, you are great!" " "Hearing these words, I seem to have stepped on the cloud of happiness.
The short five minutes on the stage gave me the most intense experience in my life and made me feel extremely proud.
The last person on earth sat alone in the room and sighed alone. Suddenly, there seemed to be a bang downstairs. He was surprised and thought, "What was that noise just now? I'm the only one left on the earth. Something may have fallen. Alas, I stayed alone for a long time. Maybe I'm hearing voices ... "But at this moment, there was a knock at the door again. He was surprised again. He was a little excited at first, but then he thought, "That's impossible. I am the only one left on the earth. " "He sat down again in frustration. But the knock on the door became more and more urgent, and the people outside looked impatient, as if they had kicked a few times. He was ecstatic and ran to open the door. ...
Why is he the only one left on the earth? That must start from a few months ago. At that time, everyone was rich. They cut down trees at will and sell them to paper mills and furniture factories at high prices. In order to save money, some people directly discharge wastewater into streams and seas all over the world, resulting in the extinction of all creatures in the sea, and the animals on land are not much better. They were all sold, slaughtered and extinct. In the end, I was naturally angered. Tornadoes, sandstorms, typhoons, earthquakes and tsunamis are all released together. Some people died, others were injured. Later, only he was left. He regrets and feels guilty, but what's the use?
He ran to open the door, and when he opened it hopefully, someone was there, because at least he wouldn't be so lonely. But when he opened the door, the sight in front of him made him pale with fear and kept retreating. In front of him was a monster with six eyes, eight mouths and thirty tentacles. It pounced on him fiercely. He flashed quickly and the monster closed his eyes. The fangs in his mouth kept moving, as if to swallow him whole. Before the monster came to his senses, he began to run like hell. All he wanted to do was run out of the apartment, which used to be a very high apartment, but now it looks like a terrible demon. But when he ran out of the apartment, the scene in front of him almost stopped his heart. Almost more than a hundred monsters like those encountered on it are rushing towards him. He got scared and ran away. Just as he ran away wildly, he suddenly remembered: "By the way, there are some weapons left over from the last time the army was stationed here in the storage room on the third floor. Well, that's right! I want to fight back, even if I can't survive successfully, it's better than standing there waiting for death in vain. " He kept encouraging himself, thinking like this, and ran to the storage room on the third floor. ...
The rain on the pond is like spring flowers, and the traces of years are light and beautiful.
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The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always cloudy or sunny in winter. Even though it was cold, I didn't see her willing to sprinkle pearls. And sometimes, even if the sun is shining, as long as she is willing, it is the sun rain.
I haven't seen her handsome figure for a long time. Today, I finally saw my face again.
She can't change the nature of misty rain after all. It's winter, but it's still like a song, like a melodious song.
The mirror on the pond looks like a dancer, and the pond is slightly windy. She looks like a plainclothes, with a round fan in her hand and a phoenix eye in the willow tip. She is exquisite and elegant, like a fairy who accidentally fell into the world.
After all, she is Zhong Ling's elegant and light as the wind. She dances, solemn and enchanting, stagnant and smart, very deep in Wen Ya.
She is a poem, a song and a painting, but it's just rain. I don't know when a silver bell appeared between her fingers. There is no sound in my ears, but there is also sound. There is the sound of wind flowing, and there is also the sound of rain falling like a spring, like the traces of years, beautiful and moving.
In winter, she doesn't have the tenderness of "the rain in the sky is crisp as crisp", but she can't hide that elegance; There is no obscurity of "bright sunshine", but it can't hide lightness; Without the freshness of "empty mountains after rain, standing in late autumn", we cannot lose our beauty. Perhaps it is because of her nature that "the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is different, and the winter rain makes the spring cold", so she is Wen Ya after all.
The prelude passed and the rain came in dribs and drabs. Without the majestic summer rain, she slowly descended to earth and painted a little elegance on earth. Rain is like a piece of paper, not rain, but rain. Not casual, but like casual. She is very cold, long Ran Ran, fluttering, misty, dribs and drabs. She is faint in the wind and rain, pure and elegant as a spirit. Not like smoke, but like smoke. Take the wind as the wing and the cloud as the companion!
When her sleeve was swept away, the bell shook and the pool was light and elegant. It is obviously winter rain, but there is a feeling of "three or four o'clock by the pond". Plum blossoms are not in full bloom, but when small raindrops fall into the pond, they seem to be in full bloom. Winter rain is as persistent as plum blossoms, otherwise how can it be winter rain?
The pearl falls in the pond, which is as beautiful as a blooming flower. The pond, which was like a mirror before, seems to wake up and hum. The whole world seems to be awake.
It's raining again, and I'm very happy.
When I heard the rain falling on the edge of the pool, I felt like flying.