We will meet many people and things in our life. Some things have faded away with the passage of time, but one little thing is still fresh in my memory, because it tells me that the environment needs everyone to protect!
One afternoon in the summer vacation, we went to chuansha park near my home to play. The park is full of birds and flowers, beautiful scenery and children's laughter everywhere. Our family also had a wonderful time in this pleasant atmosphere. My sister creaked on her bicycle, I skated on the smooth ground, and my parents were playing a "single badminton competition". Soon we were panting and exhausted, so we sat in the shade and rested.
At this time, an old woman who was over seventy years old came into my sight. I saw her holding a clip in one hand and a bag in the other, bending over in the scorching sun, struggling to pick up cigarette butts, peels, waste paper and other rubbish on the ground. The sun is scorching and the sun is shining brightly on the earth. Grandma was obviously struggling, but she squinted and picked up the garbage carefully. Soon, sweat soaked her shirt, and she was really tired, so she sat down to have a rest. Her kind face is covered with knife-like wrinkles, and her old fingers are too thin, showing the vicissitudes of time. She took a quick sip of water, then quickly stood up and continued to clean ... A cool breeze gently blew her little silver thread. ...
My hand that was about to litter was abruptly taken back, and my face was burning and I was at a loss. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something, ran over gently, put the garbage in grandma's bag and said sweetly, "grandma, it's very kind of you!" " "
"Haha," grandma smiled and touched my little head lovingly, and said earnestly, "The environment needs everyone's protection!"
Suddenly, I felt ashamed and ashamed, thinking: I'm really sorry, even an old grandmother has such a strong sense of environmental protection, and as a young pioneer, I still want to litter, which is really wrong!
The afterglow of the sunset shone on the old woman and dyed her silver hair golden. Under the irradiation of the setting sun, the shadow of grandma has been pulled for a long time, and grandma seems to be taller instantly!
It is with such a group of "urban beauticians" that our home has become clean at the moment. We should learn and admire them most. Although unknown, they still made a down-to-earth contribution to the city for ten years. ...
The environment needs everyone to protect it!
It happened on a summer afternoon. The sun hangs high in the air like a big fireball, and there is no wind at all. The flowers and plants hung their heads listlessly and fell asleep. Even the asphalt road is soft, with deep wheel prints. I was walking on my way to school, wearing a hat, but my face was still sweaty. How I look forward to eating an ice cream to quench my thirst at this moment!
Walking, I saw a group of people buying ice cream in front. I felt thirsty and squeezed into the crowd to buy one. Take a bite of ice cream, wow!
It's so comfortable It is cold from head to toe. As soon as I threw the ice cream paper, it floated up and landed right outside the trash can. I ran to pick it up, and I thought, well, it's just an ice cream paper. It's nothing, so I keep going.
After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a five-or six-year-old boy running to his mother with an ice cream. As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, you're here!" He ran to his mother and delivered the ice cream to her mouth with one hand.
In the kitchen, one hand threw ice cream paper on the floor. His mother leaned down and picked it up and said, "Father Land loves cleanliness as much as you do. He will be angry if you get his clothes dirty. " This environmental sanitation depends on all of us.
There is a trash can over there. Mom will throw the ice cream paper into the box with you. "They said, and walked to the front of the trash can and threw the ice cream paper in.
Looking at this scene, I blushed to the neck.
The behavior, words and deeds of mother and son, like a stone, broke my inner peace. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, is not cold at all. Not only that, I also feel unusually hot, and my face and body have nowhere to hide.
Hiding, my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, sweet, sour and salty, and I can't tell what it tastes like. I looked at the back of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something. I felt very small and couldn't lift my head. ...
In the following days, the weather continued to be hot, and waves of heat waves surrounded the city. As usual, when I am thirsty, I will buy an ice cream to resist the heat. I just stopped letting the ice cream paper fly with the wind, but carefully put it in the trash can. I frankly tasted the sweetness and coolness brought by ice cream.
There is a little thing in my memory. Although it is very small, it has brought me a great touch.
At that time, my good friend Xiao Xin and I were playing armored warriors in the classroom. At that time, we had a good time. I gave him a gentle punch. He pretended to be injured and squatted down. I want to pursue victory. So, I lifted my foot and kicked him, but I accidentally kicked him in the eye. I saw that his lower eye socket was swollen immediately.
He cried, crying so sadly, as if he had been greatly wronged. I am in a hurry, too. If the teacher knows that I hit my classmate, I will definitely inform my parents, and my parents will definitely beat me up. Thinking of this, I tried to comfort him and said, "Don't cry, it's okay." But he covered his eyes with one hand, and tears kept flowing and could not be wiped away.
At this time, I really want to go back in time and go back to just now. As long as I don't kick that unlucky kick, so many things won't happen; I also want to slow down the time. However, time seems to be against me, and it goes faster and faster! Ding, the bell rang. The teacher came into the classroom with a book, but Xiao Xin was still crying and wiped her tears from time to time. I thought: ouch! Don't cry, don't be found by the teacher! Unexpectedly, Xiao Xin saw the teacher and immediately dried her tears. The teacher stood on the platform, looked at the students and found Xiao Xin's injury. The teacher asked, "Xiao Xin, what happened to your eyes?" My heart suddenly mentioned in my throat, thinking, it's over! It's over! He's going to say it. However, an unexpected answer came from my ear: "teacher, I accidentally fell, it's okay." Say that finish intentionally blinked twice, said he was fine. The teacher didn't believe it, so he asked, "Did you fight with your classmates?" Xiao Xin shook his head again and again and said, "This is really my own negligence. I will pay more attention next time I play ball. " The teacher didn't ask any more questions, so the class began. My hanging heart finally let go.
After class, I asked Xiao Xin why she didn't tell the teacher. He said, "We are good friends. You didn't mean it. Besides, you apologized to me. Why should I be rude? Besides, if I tell the teacher, you will be criticized. "
It has been a long time, but I can't forget it. It tells me a truth about being a man: be tolerant. Xiao Xin, you are my forever friend!
What kind of heat is it, so far no one has surpassed it.
The wind outside the window is like that, blowing quietly, but it doesn't affect me at all.
I will never forget that day, which was the first and last time I saw him.
No outstanding appearance, but it attracted me, let me secretly follow behind him and observe his every move.
Under the scorching sun, a little guy shuttled through the crowd in confusion, "Uncle ... Aunt ..." Shouting everywhere, his forehead, bean-sized sweat, kept falling. I don't understand why it's so difficult. Is it an illusion? He came to me. "Sister, buy a newspaper!" . I looked down at the longing in his eyes and didn't know how to refuse. I had to take out a small green bill and hand it to him. He was greeted by a pair of happy eyes. He said "thank you" and turned away.
I don't know why I became curious, so I followed him to see what he wanted to do.
He came to a small corner, took out all the money in his pocket, counted from ten dollars to ten cents, and then searched again and again, and finally found only a little money, with a small smile on his face. Just wondering, he got up and walked away.
Finally, what surprised me was his destination. I looked up at the big red letter "Xinhua Bookstore" above my head. What is he doing here?
? I followed closely. At that moment, I really didn't know what I was doing.
He stopped on the second floor. I don't know what he looks like at the moment. While I was thinking about it, he once again raised his feet and went straight to a book, Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It was at that moment that my face suddenly burned inexplicably. Is it because I haven't thought about reading that book until now?
He stared at the book in his hand so that he didn't notice my existence and went straight to the stairs. There was a loud bang and he fell in the stairwell. I went to help him up, but he found this book and took it, looking like he had found it. Looking up, "it's you", I nodded. "What a coincidence!" He waved goodbye to me and ran to the cashier.
I still stood there, not knowing what to do, so I turned around and bought one!
It is impossible to return to the heat of that day, only remembering his focused expression and eager eyes, which attracted him that time.
Since this half term, many things have happened every day, some moved me, some made me happy, but one thing was warm, which warmed me for more than half of the semester.
It was an exam.
The day before the exam, the math teacher told us: "Remember to bring a pencil, eraser, ruler and drawing questions for tomorrow's exam. Don't forget! " The next day, "Ding ... Ding ..." An alarm clock woke me up. I got up and looked at the alarm clock. Damn it! It's twenty past seven! I got up quickly, thinking hard about who set the alarm clock. I forgot to brush my teeth and wash my face. I picked up a shirt, put on a pair of school pants, swept the pencils and erasers scattered on the table into the pencil box, and then put other books into the bag. Put on the school uniform, took a loaf of bread and put it on the table, then took up the schoolbag and left home.
When I went to my examination room, only my chair was empty. I sat down in the chair with a red face, dug out the review materials and pencil box, opened the pencil box and took out my pencil, eraser and ruler ... Hey, where is the ruler? I took out everything except my transparent and shiny ruler. Oh, what can I do? Let me think about it. That ruler is on the bed where I did my homework yesterday! I'm completely desperate, just hoping for a miracle.
Unfortunately, no, in the blink of an eye, the invigilator has reached the door and slowly walked in. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Just then, a voice came from behind: "What's the matter? I've been looking for it for over ten minutes. What are you looking for? " Looking back, I don't know. I quickly replied: "ruler." "Oh." He replied. "What about you?" I asked. He spread out his hands to show that he could do nothing. I turned my head back. "Pa", a crisp voice made me look back at him. Both feet are broken. When I was surprised, he had handed me a part of it. The teacher has already started handing out papers, and I'm going to ask for them. I have to say thank you in a hurry. I began to answer questions.
After the exam was over and the paper was taken away, he patted me and said, "I gave it to you." Don't forget next time. " This broken ruler is left in my pencil box, often turning into a warm current, flowing through my heart and staying in my heart.
In life, ordinary trivial matters also permeate the ups and downs of the world, which contains meaningful truth. That exam taught me a valuable lesson.
It was an ordinary exam in grade three. Before the exam, I swore to defend the throne of my class to the death, so I can't allow any mistakes.
I walked into the examination room in such a tense preparation state. The first exam was the best in my Chinese. The answer was smooth at first, but when I was appreciating ancient poems, I had no clue. I thought for a long time, but I didn't come up with an answer. Then I looked at my watch and it was beyond my scheduled time to solve the problem. So I scribbled the answers and then did the reading questions. However, after reading the article three times, the center has not been extracted. After reading the topic three times, I still haven't figured out where to start. This is something that has never happened before. It was a little cold that day, but my head was wide open and my hands were wet with sweat.
I looked around at my classmates. Everyone's face seems to be calm, and my heart is as mixed as an overturned five-flavor bottle. Chinese is my best subject, and I'm going to fail miserably today. In my mind, I keep flashing pictures of my parents failing the Chinese exam and being criticized by the teacher.
Suddenly, I felt a splitting headache and drooped listlessly on my desk. After a while, I lifted my head and forced myself to turn my attention to the topic in front of me. But the words on the scroll danced jazz in front of me. Dancing with my parents, teachers and classmates. I had a hard time pressing the pause of this dance. When my sanity slowly recovered and time was running out, I had to answer questions in a hurry. When the bell rings, I can only watch my delicate and pretty lower case letters turn into deformed "Oracle Bone Inscriptions" under the oppression of time and sigh.
When I took the second math exam, I was still immersed in the shadow of failing in Chinese just now, so I couldn't concentrate on the exam for a while. I continue to spend the time answering questions in regret, eroding every exam like a spreading pathogen.
Of course, the ending is expected to be tragic. After drawing a painful lesson, I deeply reflected on myself: I was completely immersed in the previous defeat and couldn't extricate myself, which affected my normal answering questions in every game. We regret the past and worry about the future, but we just don't take practical actions and talk about the present.
If you miss the sun, if you cry for it, you will also miss the stars. Control your emotions and mentality and try to live in the present. This mentality is not only good for exams, but also good for life.
Live in the moment and take every step of the moment, and your life will be less regrettable and more rewarding. This is what I learned from this little thing.
It was a small exam in the fourth grade near the final exam. I got 100 because of my extraordinary performance in that small exam. I am very happy. My parents also praised me with a smile, but my mother still taught me to be modest, but at that time I was carried away by victory and didn't take what my mother said to heart. How time flies! The real final exam is coming in a blink of an eye. I didn't care about the exam at all. After I finished writing the exam paper, I even skipped the exam, thinking that I must have done well in the exam. But when the test paper was handed out, I was shocked and dumbfounded. I actually got 89 points in the exam and made several mistakes. When I came home dejected and despondent, my mother seemed to know everything and said with a serious expression, "What a loss!" " ! I told you to be modest, but you didn't listen. This is the price! "I was silent, while accepting my mother's education, thinking, alas, I didn't expect this result. If I could go back in time, I would be very modest. It's a pity that time can't go back then. Finally, my mother said, "I'll give you a proverb: you can do anything with an open mind, but nothing with complacency." "Do you know what this means?" "well. As long as you are open-minded, you can succeed in anything; If you are proud, nine times out of ten you will fail. " I looked down and said with great shame. My mother patted me on the back and said kindly, "Very good! I hope you will always remember it and do it. "
From then on, after I made some achievements, I was no longer complacent. It is to stick to these good results until the end and keep them forever. When I do my homework, I am also very serious.
Writing will not be praised by the teacher because it is neat and beautiful once or twice or because of its high accuracy, but it will be very modest. When my classmates ask me questions that I can't, I won't proudly answer, "I don't know!" " "Will be very enthusiastic for the students to answer patiently. When you meet a question you don't understand, you won't pretend to know everything, just ask if you don't understand. My parents' advice and education.
I will also listen carefully and do it seriously. Strive for greater progress and better results.
And "everything is modest, and complacency is nothing." This sentence has been my motto ever since. This sentence is also my parents' hope and instruction. This sentence will accompany me all my life and benefit me immensely.