When I was in kindergarten, a little genius game machine was popular. Many people in my class have them, and I like them very much. I'm always pestering my mother for it. One day my mother came to pick me up after school and bought me one at once. I am ecstatic. The next day, my classmates looked at me with envy. I am very happy.
I was really happy when I first got it. I played whenever I had time. But I always get hot in three minutes, and then I get tired of playing, so I seldom touch it.
My mother is never angry. Sometimes it's embarrassing. I feel that I will waste my mother's hard money.
A few days later, I fell in love with gobang again, pestering my mother every day. My mother was very tired when she came back from work, but I still played chess with her. My mother followed me and stayed with me all the time. Even if I can't fuck my mother every time, my mother won't laugh at me.
As I grow older, I feel more and more that I used to be naughty, always pestering my mother and not understanding her. I am determined to be a good boy, and my mother is very happy and praises me for growing up. I have been obedient ever since. If my mother thinks I did something wrong, I won't do it. I will always knock my mother on the back, give her a massage, and take the initiative to wash the dishes after dinner.
Although my home is close to my school, my mother always sees me off. Many students in my class go to school by themselves, and I want to give it a try. So I said to my mother after breakfast, "I want to go to school by myself." My mother was a little surprised, but she nodded: "OK, but be careful when crossing the road …" I was so excited that I put on my schoolbag and went out.
Cross the road, go straight ahead, and pass the "Quan" store. I looked back reluctantly, and there were many snacks in it. Huh? This number is familiar. Suddenly a warm current flowed into my heart. It turns out that my mother has been following me.
During my growing journey, my mother always accompanied me, and I grew up warmly under my mother's care.
Two years of warm journey passed quickly, and 20xx also quietly left. For me, it was a warm journey and gave me a lot of courage and confidence.
In this journey, the first thing to mention is study and life. The six major subjects in the eighth grade also overwhelmed me. Among these subjects, the newly appointed physics is young and full of vigor. I've fought it for hundreds of rounds, but I haven't won yet. Secondly, it is a wily historical pioneer. In those days, I fought to the death and tied. In 20xx, he was still a thief, trying to trip me up at a critical moment and make me lose my reputation in Sun Shan. But he didn't expect that I had already figured out a strategy to deal with it: actively doing historical homework and reviewing historical knowledge, and finally he had to flee.
The ultimate big boss once again appeared in Chinese, a poor subject from the beginning of primary school. Every time I met before the war, my spirit was lost by half. When it thought it could beat me in this way, I took out the last killer mace. Persistence is victory, and learning is no exception. Finally, I defeated it with tenacious will. Although I was hurt all over, I enjoyed fighting. Finally, my military adviser appeared: a resourceful math teacher, a diligent English teacher, an understanding Chinese teacher, a humorous and handsome political teacher and so on. They built a solid wall and strong backing for my study.
Then there is family life. At home, grandma makes the greatest contribution. She contracted all the meals for a large family, but I was more free. I leave home at five every morning and don't come back until five in the evening. As soon as I come back, I will sort out the war situation, and then eat and sleep for a long time.
Yu said: Whose youth does not struggle? Looking back on my 20xx, I have been persisting, struggling, harvesting, being happy and being loved. This is really a warm journey!
Warm journey 3 88.5 minutes.
I looked at the shocking bright red numbers at the top of the test paper and the merciless, bared teeth fork.
They all seem to be laughing at me impudently, at my innocence and weakness.
"It doesn't matter, just do better next time." In front of my classmates, I pretended not to care, but there was a storm in my heart that ravaged the seedlings in my heart. I tried to look on the bright side, but failed to live up to my tears and tried to overflow my eyes. I didn't want others to see me cry, so I ran into the toilet and secretly let my tears wet my sleeve.
I bumped into someone when I came out of the toilet, and raised my misty eyes. I recognized her-Xiao Qi. She obviously saw my red eyes and asked cautiously, "What ... what's wrong?"
"I failed the exam. What else could it be?" I answered absently and took a casual look.
"What is this? You failed the exam once, so I didn't ... "She got an exaggerated" fatal "benefit.
"How did you do in the exam?"
"80 ... more than 80. "Xiao Qi said easily. "Anyway, not as good as you, you are like this ..." She suddenly shut up and was silent.
"What's the matter? I asked anxiously.
"That's ... excellent." She shrugged her shoulders. "To tell you the truth, I envy you very much."
At this time, I found that she has always been sunny and cheerful. In fact, she will also be fragile and fragile. My mood gradually brightened up. It turns out that everyone has a fragile side behind them, and everyone is embarrassed. Then if I fail the exam once, what can I be disheartened about?
I went back to the classroom with her.
When crossing the threshold, Xiao Qi tripped and almost fell, so I quickly reached out and grabbed her.
"Thank you." She smiled at me.
Actually, I know I should say thank you.
Warm Journey 4 On a rainy night, I walked alone in this noisy street with an umbrella. Except for the sound of water drops and the roar of cars, it's already very quiet here. It's getting late. I have to go home. In my hurry, I couldn't help thinking of the palm.
When I was a child, I always remembered that there was a warm and smooth big palm holding me. Take me for a walk in the twilight. Take me to kindergarten on time and drag me across the country. ...
But slowly, the smooth palm disappeared and was replaced by a rough palm. Rough palms, like smooth palms, still give me meticulous care. Always think of me before doing anything. I insist on cooking at home because I'm afraid I have a bad stomach. The rough palm is not afraid of burns, scalds and cuts, waving kitchen utensils flexibly.
I remember that every time I was sad, my palm touched my hair and wiped my tears. Every time I get sick, that palm always takes care of me in every possible way, taking my temperature for a while and giving me medicine for a while. Whenever the house is dirty and messy, that palm is always busy cleaning up the house.
But now, I have the ability to take care of myself, and I feel that I don't need those hands, so I am naturally alienated. But I never imagined how lonely it was to leave those hands.
A mother is always strict and kind to her children, but she loves them anyway. Cherish maternal love and don't let it pass away in vain.
Warm Journey 5 Whether the scenery is a scenery is not because others say it is beautiful, but because my own heart is not there. On the journey of self-awareness, say "I can" with your warm heart.
On the brightly lit stage, there stood a confident girl with a bright smile, and there was a breath of sunshine between her gestures. I looked at her on the stage with longing in my eyes. I want to stand there too, but I dare not.
I want to go on stage when I am under the stage, and when I go on stage, I think, "Come down! But this time, I think, don't miss it again. I need a distraction.
Slowly, gradually, I stopped talking quietly on the podium, and I didn't want to know if anyone agreed with me. Will I make mistakes, throw myself in, throw myself in, walk away from my heart and grow up slowly?
Now, maybe I'm not that good, but at least, I'm not afraid anymore.
That's not true. My mind is blank and my face is white. I don't feel poor, but I have to devote myself wholeheartedly, regardless of right or wrong.
I'm not who I used to be. In the praise of others, I am devoted. I was distracted by the criticism of others. In my own shortcomings, I work hard. In my heart, I ran away.
Don't choose comfort when you are struggling. Self-confidence makes me feel warm in the long journey of life. For many things that I can't say "no, maybe" in the past, others think I can, but I don't think I can, because the real me has so many shortcomings. However, I think now, I just need to devote myself wholeheartedly and concentrate, and I can run from my confident journey.
I am already on the road, and the journey is full of warmth. What reason do I have to say "no" to myself?
On the brightly lit stage, there stands a self I look forward to. She is so confident and beautiful. It turns out that devotion is the secret of self-confidence. Believe in yourself, I can.
I am getting farther and farther away from myself in the past and getting closer and closer to myself in the future. This kind of running life is really happy!
Warm Journey 6 On a train bound for a city, an old man rushed into the carriage a few seconds before the train closed, and his face was full of fatigue.
The uncle is dressed simply, carrying a big bag and a small bench in his hand. You can tell at a glance that you can't buy a ticket. Grandpa looked around and saw no one around, so he found a seat near the door and sat down.
The car left, and no one came to compete with the uncle for a seat at several stops, which made the uncle feel a little lucky and proud.
After a while, a little girl got on the bus. When she saw her uncle sitting there, she was surprised, looked him up and down, and then stood beside him quietly. When uncle saw someone coming, he subconsciously said, "Little girl, don't you have a ticket?"
"That's right." The little girl replied.
"or ... I'll give you my seat!"
"No, I only take three stops."
"That also want to stand for forty or fifty minutes. Find an empty seat when you get on the bus in the future Look at me. I am also a standing ticket. I took this seat, and now no one is coming. I have a stool here, why don't you sit down first ... "When Uncle's chatterbox is opened, it can't be closed. His tone is full of enthusiasm for strangers.
Hearing this, the little girl smiled unconsciously.
"Wow-"Suddenly, it began to rain lightly. The window suddenly blurred like a mist.
The little girl who stood for a long time was finally noticed by the flight attendant who checked in the carriage.
"Lady, why are you standing beside this seat for so long! There is an empty seat over there. You can have a rest there. " The stewardess pointed to the empty seat opposite.
"Er ..." The little girl took out a ticket from her pocket, with the seat number clearly written on it.
"Come on, I'll go to the dining car and find you a seat." The stewardess instantly understood and took her to the restaurant.
Outside the window, the rain stopped, and the crystal beads of rain slowly slipped from the window. ...
Warm Journey 7 In the journey of life, only books accompany life. It is also a book, which brings glory to the lonely road of life.
When I can't read, I can only read picture books.
As soon as I can read, I read some simple little picture books and read them patiently one by one.
In primary school, I started reading some short stories. When I saw those books, they caught my heart at once. I am immersed in the world of books. Although I haven't read any famous books, it has helped me a lot. When I was reading, I was so absorbed that I turned a deaf ear to other things The Chinese characters in front of me are like beating notes, which fascinates me.
In the third and fourth grade, I began to read some famous books, such as The Education of Love, The Journey to the West. I read it quickly, didn't ask what I didn't understand, and swallowed it a little. Of course, I'm not interested in literature books, so there are some geography and history books in the middle.
Now in the fifth grade of primary school, the famous books are rushing forward one by one, like I started to offer only, and another book became my defeated team. I have finished reading The Secret Garden, Journey to the Center of the Earth and Who's Who. Recently, I fell in love with Jin Yong's martial arts novel The Legend of the Condor Heroes. I hold it almost every day and watch it endlessly. The stories in it deeply attracted me: Guo Jing with chivalrous demeanor, Huang Rong with intelligence, and Ouyang Feng with evil and high martial arts. ...
A person will read many books in his life journey. This book will drive people to stride forward in their own journey.
Warm Journey 8 Mother, the word, makes people feel kind and warm. Bring a warm current, nourish my young mind, accompany me to grow up and educate my words and deeds. Wherever I go, I leave a mark of love.
Nowadays, children have their own independent thinking. "Pay attention to independence" is nothing more than the hard money given by parents to "be independent". I'm confused by this fashion.
This day, I asked my mother for some money, but she didn't say anything. With money in his hand, he started his own "independent life".
On the first day, I ate some pieces of bread as if I had eaten them. The next day, I ate a hamburger. In this way, more than a week later, the day ended. I spent all my money on this day, but I am very proud. So when I came home, I pretended to be relaxed. Mother put down the rag in her hand and watched me walk into the room.
I collapsed on the bed as soon as I entered the room. I can only sleep. First of all, there is nothing I can do. On the other hand, I must fall asleep quickly to forget my hunger. This is a new day, a sad day. Because it was summer vacation, I didn't learn anything in the afternoon, so I had to stay at home. On a hot afternoon, I feel sleepy. In the dim light, I only heard all the sounds of various kitchens.
When I woke up, there was a hot meal and a brand-new fifty yuan on the table. It turns out that my mother has been silently supporting me behind my back. I eat like a wild animal. I put fifty yuan back by my mother's bed.
That night, the lights were unusually bright, and at the dinner table, a family of three were talking and laughing happily, which was very warm.
No matter how sad and disappointed you are, keep smiling. Never forget that behind you are the encouragement and support of your parents, who are always the source of dependence and warmth.
Warm Journey 9 A warm journey, with warm-hearted partners and parents, is a happy, beautiful and happy journey.
That year, in the hot summer, my father and friends made an appointment to go to Wenzhou for a crazy holiday with us. The children who go with us are older than me, so I'm just a younger brother.
The first stop to Wenzhou is Golden Beach, where we can catch crabs, fish, surf and sunbathe ... So as soon as we arrived at the hotel, we changed our clothes and ran to the golden beach and the blue sea.
Looking for crawling crabs on the beach is both dangerous and relaxing. It's easy because it's easy to find. The danger is that it will be caught by the crab's big pliers, which will be very painful.
We began to look for these "bullying" generals on the beach. I looked at the beach and walked slowly. Suddenly, I felt something under my feet. I looked up. Wow! What a big guy! I stepped on the sand.
I immediately called two brothers, and I worked with Qi Xin. One is holding a small stick to drive away crabs, the other is using a stick to control the crawling direction of crabs, and the other is holding a box to wait for crabs to "get into the net".
When the crab climbed into the box, we began to tease it. The sun is shining in the sky. It's time for us to have lunch. However, I can't stand up. It turned out that the wound of the crab on my foot was inflamed and suppurated, and my two brothers carried me to the hotel.
During this journey, I feel warm and happy.
Warm journey 10 Meeting the best you at the best time has become my best time. It should have been a kindergarten at that time. We didn't have anything in common at that time. Maybe I often went to kindergarten dance competitions at that time! I only met you with a photo in primary school. When we met for the first time in primary school, it was really no discord, no concord. You and I are not good people, we are all cliques. Say, don't play with you or me. It is really funny to say. You didn't think of it at last, did you? We turned out to be the best classmates from primary school to now. However, it's almost the third grade now, and I really can't bear to part with it, although we parted ways because of academic problems in the second grade. But still in the same county, the meeting time is still empty. Not necessarily after the senior high school entrance examination, but also because you study so well, I still muddle along as before, and I don't like studying. I remember that time, I went to play with you, and you asked me when I had this road! A spacious and straight road is like two parallel lines that can never intersect, although some cars eventually turn around and drive away because they don't understand the rules of this road. I'm afraid we will have to wait until the day when we become parallel lines and I become a car.
But you can show up. Maybe I saved the galaxy in my last life. You often send me messages for fear that I don't understand the lessons taught by the teachers here and forward them to me. You often stimulate me and tell me it's not too late to work hard. Don't be afraid of others saying you. You and I are both dark horses.
You are a star in the starry sky, the darkness before dawn, and the rainbow after a fine rain. Always shining on me, you make me not weak.
I don't feel sorry either. I don't regret meeting you. I don't regret knowing you. It makes me question everything in my life.
Warm journey 1 1 I was brought up by my grandfather. Every morning when he comes, he always brings me drinks and snacks. Although he can't play chess with me, he often walks with me in the community. At that time, I didn't know grandpa had a sick leg.
Later, because I was born in the second half of the year, I went to kindergarten for another year. That schoolbag is not heavy for me, but it is very big and inconvenient. My grandfather always grabs my schoolbag, so I can catch up with my classmates and play with them for a while. The bus is very crowded. Every time grandpa asked me to sit in a chair, he followed the rickety carriage around the crowd. Even without a seat, he deliberately tried to carry me on his shoulders, as if I were still that humble teenager.
Time passed quietly like this. When grandpa was getting old, I was already a pupil. Grandpa's face is wrinkled and his hair is sparse. I seem to be hallucinating. When Grandpa walks, the camel's back always wobbles to the side, as if a naughty stone always makes Grandpa almost fall down. ...
One morning, I was awakened when I was sleepy, and I vaguely heard grandpa and dad quarreling. I just heard, "My leg is fine." "Doctor, check it." Intermittent voices such as "no" and "operation" ... Later, grandpa had an operation and stayed in bed for a month before his symptoms eased.
I woke up at once, thinking that my grandfather was racing with me all day, carrying a schoolbag and carrying snacks, and my heart seemed to knock over a five-flavor bottle, which was both moved and guilty.
From then on, we all went to grandpa's house, and I never let grandpa carry a schoolbag again.
Warm Journey 12 In the summer sun exposure, our family of three, nine people and two cars started a trip.
It's already noon, and the sunshine is more intense. Even in the car, it is still impossible to completely isolate from the sun, not to mention the five people crowded in the car. My back was soaked with sweat, and my stomach began to strike, and there were rumbling protests. "I will eat and let go when I get to the next town." My father seemed to see my embarrassment and said quickly.
The midday sun makes it impossible to see it. After getting off the bus, the sunshine makes people more anxious. The town is like a yellow leaf that may fall at any time. There were not many restaurants, so I finally found one. A group of people immediately sat down, rubbed their numb legs for a while, and wiped ten percent of the sweat off their heads. Father picked up the menu and scanned it. He said, "Just nine bowls of beef noodles."
After dinner, a group of us didn't leave, so we took two cantaloupes from the car to accompany the meal. There is another child in the shop, which seems to belong to the owner. He looked at us from time to time with envy in his eyes. My mother gave me a melon. "Go, give it to the child." I looked at him and immediately understood something. I strode over and handed him the melon. He looked at me with shining eyes, secretly glanced at the adult next to him, and when he saw that the adult didn't stop him, he reached out to pick him up. "Don't thank my brother." The shopkeeper said at a side. He smiled at me, puffed up his red face and whispered, "Thank you." Then, he picked up the melon and rushed to the back of the shop. Who would have thought that he came again with something black in his hand? He handed me his hand. "Give me something to eat?" I asked doubtfully, and he nodded, took what was in his hand and said "thank you". He flew away again. Look carefully at the things in your hand and find that they are black Lycium barbarum. It feels sweet when you put them in your mouth. ...
A trip made me understand that when we communicate sincerely, the warmth will become stronger. ...
Warm Journey 13 People often get a lot of help when they grow up. It is because of their comfort that I can go further and further on the road of growth, and the person I am most grateful to is my mother.
I sometimes find my mother very annoying. She always takes pains to urge me to do this and that, regardless of my feelings. It is such a mother who opened the store this year. It is because of the existence of this store that she has changed from a busy person to a busy person.
She began to get busy. At first, he would pick me up from school, but he was often late. Now he wants me to go home by car alone. At first, I was interested in taking the bus, but now I want to see my mother more and more. Finally one day, I called my mother.
It was Wednesday. Because I have a class on Wednesday afternoon, my mother usually picks me up. That day, I waited for twenty minutes, but she didn't arrive. I called her and she replied, "I just started, please wait a little longer." I am always punctual. After listening to this sentence, I yelled at the phone: "Can you not be late once? If I am late today, I won't go! " She seemed embarrassed on the other end of the phone. As soon as I heard this, I hung up the phone with a bang and left angrily. When my mother came to pick me up at night, she whispered an apology to me. At this moment, I saw my mother's hand. Did I care about her hands? When did her hands get so rough? Suddenly, I remembered what happened in the afternoon and felt ashamed. "Mom, I'm sorry." But mother smiled with relief.
We always forget our mother's kindness to us in the love she gives us. Her love is our warm journey.
14 The warm journey lengthened my figure. I loafed around all day, wandering around in the same repetitive time. I thought life should be plain as water, and life should be humble as dirt. The appearance of her Chinese teacher changed all my stubborn cognition.
She, for me, is like a bright light on the journey of growing up, illuminating me warmly.
At that time, spring was thick, dandelions were flying, and white pompoms were scattered all over the floor. After class, there was a lot of laughter and slapstick. I accidentally joked with my classmates and gave her a nickname. She happened to pass by the door, and my voice was the brightest in the class. I knew it as soon as I smelled it. I thought to myself: it's over. I thought the article was just a rhetoric that confused people and gave people a deep feeling, and she caught it. Who knows, she just showed a sly smile and said to me lightly, "If you miss your first offense, write a poem to make amends."
Seemingly simple punishment, but for me, it is already very difficult. I hold a pen and an eraser in my hand, and I can't squeeze a word out of the empty manuscript paper. When Pinger entered the whirlpool of extinction and I couldn't get out of it, I turned away angrily, only to find that she was standing four or five meters behind me, with her hands crossed on her chest and a quiet smile on her face. Her eyes are like dandelion cotton wool, soft, but she leads me persistently and forcefully, looking at the distant place full of vitality. Our eyes looked at each other, and her jewel-like eyes shone brightly, but they were as gentle and moving as running water, which made me blush and sit back shyly. Then, I heard light footsteps. She put her slender warm hand on my shoulder, leaned over my ear and whispered, "You can speak so well, and your language is great. This little thing won't trouble you? " Although the voice is light, it contains encouragement and gives me unlimited motivation. I held the pen and continued to bow my head in thought.
In this way, when a short poem was finished, I handed it to her shyly, but she said with joy, "Yes, it has rhyme and fluent language, which is quite in line with my style." I looked up in surprise and our eyes met again. In her clear eyes, I can't see a trace of deliberate and disguise, and I can't feel a trace of lost exaggeration. There is only encouragement, hope and joy. For the first time, I felt the feeling that my words were praised.
From then on, I changed my view on literature, and I fell in love with the way of expressing my feelings with words and words.
This is an unforgettable journey when I was growing up. Because her guidance is like a bright lamp, I feel the warmth of winter.
Warm Journey 15 Open a book, and you will be immersed in the world of words, and a faint fragrance will come to your nose, which is the taste of the book. Look carefully, and lines of beautiful bold characters come into view. This is what a book looks like.
When I was a child, every time I slept, I made a clever appearance and begged my mother: "Mom, you are the best. Read me a story book! " "At that time, I always fantasized that I was one of the characters in the book, such as Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella and Snow White. These stories are already familiar to me. Even I have listened to every story several times, and the story books at home have been "turned over".
Gradually, I grew up, learned a lot of words, and the requirements for reading were not so simple. At first, I came into contact with some relatively simple books, such as The Wizard of Oz, Grimm's Fairy Tales and Aesop's Fables. When I read these stories, I seem to have returned to my childhood. All the wonderful stories are the best memories of my childhood!
In the second and third grade, I began to get in touch with some children's book writers' campus novels, and Yang's "Naughty Bag Ma Xiaotiao" series, almost none of which I haven't read, and I have read several children's books!
Now I have entered the third year of senior high school, and I have read many Chinese and foreign classics, whether it is The Journey to the West, Four Generations under One roof, The Old Man and the Sea, and Who's Who. These books are small achievements that I came into contact with in senior three, and I can learn a lot from each book. Journey to the West tells me that unity is strength, and the old man and the sea tell me that perseverance is also success. Sometimes, things in books.
Books are my good partners in growing up. Whether I am sad or happy, I will always look for it, and it will always open its heart to me. Is an indispensable good partner in my growth.