It turns out that my composition is also very good 1 One day, I was cleaning my room and saw an album. I was full of curiosity and opened it.
On the first page, there is a child in it. I'm curious: who is this child? Could it be me? Impossible, right? Is it a cousin?
After all kinds of conjectures, I ran down the stairs and asked my mother, "Mom, who is this child?" Mother said, "Is this child you?" I was surprised and asked, "This is definitely not me. The child is so fat and I am so thin. How can it be me? " Mom smiled and said, "Why can't it be you? There will be many changes in a person's life. You can't be like this at the age of 8, or at the age of 60? " I nodded embarrassedly and ran to the study.
After careful study and reflection, I found that this child has a round face, a small mouth and lovely eyes, and looks like me.
I still didn't believe it was me, so I looked back for a CD. What will be recorded in it? Ok, open the CD and have a look.
Watching the video, laughing to death. A lovely child said he wanted to wash his feet, but suddenly he sat in the footbath. She clapped her hands, too, and I said to myself, "Haha, what an innocent child."
It took me some time to realize that the child was really me. I used to be funny, too, but I'm not so funny when I grow up.
It turns out that I am also good at composition 2. In the studio, I am an ordinary "invisible man". Usually I only care about painting my own pictures, never care about my own affairs, and I am not paid much attention by teachers. However, on that day, I suddenly understood that I was also excellent.
That night, I went to the studio as usual, quietly moved a chair and gently put down the drawing board so as not to disturb others. There was almost no sound in the studio, only a slight wind, but mostly the sound of a brush dancing on the screen, and I sat in an inconspicuous corner of the studio, and the brush moved with my hand without stopping for a moment. I painted it seriously, and I didn't care about anything else. A burst of footsteps came towards me and the teacher bowed his head. I can't have any thinner hair near me. I'm very nervous. My hands are sweating. The brush stopped shaking and suddenly trembled. I seem to have guessed what the teacher is going to say, but who would have thought that the teacher actually said, "You draw really well!" " My brush stopped shaking, my body relaxed and I was very excited. The teacher also said that many places need to be revised. When I finished painting, the teacher said something to me that I couldn't believe: "You painted very well! I want to stay and hang in the studio corridor in the future. " I am very happy after listening to it. The teacher also showed my painting to other students, and I heard many people say, "You paint great!" " "
Since then, I have become more confident, my teachers have paid more attention to me, more people have known me, and I have made many good friends.
So, I know: originally, I am also very good.
It turns out that I am also good at composition 3. Before, I always thought: if I had a lot of money, how wonderful it would be! Then I can buy snacks every day, live in a beautiful house, eat delicious food every day, buy a lot of toys and so on. But this is not the case. This is just my fantasy. There are no toys at home, and even if there are, they are just "inventions" made of wood. How I wished I had a lot of money then.
With those poor and bitter days, I grew up slowly, and the fantasy world in primary school life disappeared, because I felt that there was infinite wealth around me. As the saying goes, "the children of poor families take charge early." Children in our country can help their parents do some housework from an early age, such as washing dishes, sweeping the floor, washing vegetables and cooking. Besides doing housework, you can also help them do some work in the fields, such as pulling weeds, pulling seedlings, carrying seedlings, herding cattle and driving ducks. You said, isn't this a huge fortune?
Our wealth is not only these, but also many, many. Like the boy leap soil written by Mr. Lu Xun. He is a country boy, and he hasn't read any books, but he is very strong. He can catch all kinds of birds in winter and catch "thieves" in watermelon fields at night. All these show that he can stand on his own feet and his skills are great. It also shows that we rural people can be independent, take care of ourselves, solve our own affairs and better adapt to social life.
Now, I feel very relaxed, because my mind is no longer full of that money, but I feel really lucky to have so much wealth around me. I will also inherit this intangible "wealth" forever.
I used to be brave and naughty. I remember when I signed up for the first grade, I saw Teacher Zhang signing up there. I called his name when I went up. He ignored me, so I went up and patted him twice. Hey, you have a lot of courage. How dare you call my name, hit me and knock my head. What? No, I made a face at him.
When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother scolded me and said, "How can you talk to the teacher if you are no big or small?" Respect the teacher and be polite. "
Once, when I was in the second grade, the fourth grade teacher suddenly came to our class and said, "Take one to recite the socialist core values." The teacher slapped me, and I was not nervous at all. I generously stood up and recited it at once. The teacher said that I recited fluently, and applause immediately broke out in the classroom.
I remember another time, it was very hot in physical education class. I took off my coat until school was over. The teacher told me to wear it when he saw it, but I just didn't wear it. When I put my hand into my sleeve, I couldn't put it down. Later, he found out and said, "You are very thoughtful. Put it on quickly, or you will catch a cold. I'm afraid of injections. "
I don't know what's going on, but I'm getting more and more timid. Mom says that's because you're grown up now.
It turns out that I am also good at composition 5. I bid farewell to primary school and entered Lide Xinyuan Middle School. Facing the beginning of middle school life, I look forward to the future, hoping that I can fly higher and farther and be a better myself.
Unfortunately, I didn't do it.
Although I was at school at that time, I was still in a beautiful summer vacation. It's almost a month since school started. Stay up late every night and play mobile phones and games crazily. So I don't get enough sleep and sleep in class. At that time, I slept in class, I didn't finish my homework, and I don't know how many times I was told. Later, even the class teacher came to visit. Some students have written these things, and even sent them out because of their good writing.
Seeing those students who are so excellent, serious in class, active in speaking and neat in homework, they are praised by teachers in all subjects every day and are also rated as "stars of civilization". I watched those students make progress, but what about me? Stay where you are. Looking at the growing gap between me and those classmates, I am very unwilling. Why can others be so nice! I can't!
Although I invested a lot of time and money in those online games, I know that if I want to be excellent, I must work hard and give up something. I've made up my mind, I want to quit the net!
Gradually, I stopped playing mobile games. I began to invest a lot of time and energy in my study. In order to make up for the knowledge I left behind, I will ask some students with good academic performance, borrow notebooks from them and learn their learning methods. In class, I will also listen carefully, take notes carefully, and even raise my hand occasionally to make a speech, which will surprise teachers and classmates.
I remember once, I was named "the star of progress". This is beyond my wildest dreams. This is the result of my hard work day and night! I almost cried at that time.
It turns out that Chen Yuantai is also very good!
It turns out that I am also good at composition 6. Sitting on the sofa in the living room at home, I feel like a Woodenhead, holding the examination papers of Grade One and the final exam, thinking about the past.
After the results of the first exam in senior one came out, I got more than 70 in math. I was very depressed when I got home, but a few days later, I pulled myself together again. When the teacher is in class, I listen attentively to the teacher, consolidate what I have learned in class and digest it after class. Go home and continue to consolidate your review. After years of hard work, I finally got 100 every time in the second grade of junior high school, and occasionally got more than 90 points. But I still feel dissatisfied, because I only got more than 90 points three or four times a semester. Not only I am not satisfied, but also my mother is not satisfied. Listen carefully, take notes, consolidate and review repeatedly, and finally get the satisfaction and affirmation of my family. In the fourth and fifth grades, I was often the first and second in my class.
Now, I have another nickname in my class: "Little Prince of Mathematics". I'm quite satisfied with the status quo myself.
"Son, son, what are you doing?" My mother's voice suddenly came from my ear, and I suddenly came out of my fantasy.
Now that I think about it, how bad I used to be, I am still quite good now.