Homework story 1
One night, Nezha Jr. was doing his homework in the study. Looking at dozens of homework in the exercise book, he was worried. If you can't finish your homework, you are sure to fail tomorrow morning. But ... but he was sleepy ... I saw his eyes vacant, his head bowed and he fell asleep in a daze. Suddenly, he felt someone knocking on his arm: "Hey, dear little Nezha, let's go and play!" " He opened his eyes and looked: Ah! It turned out to be the broom behind the study door, hanging in the air and talking to him! "Broom, I have no time to play with you! Can't you see I still have a lot of homework to do? I am bored to death! " "Ha ha, something, to me! Come and play with me, I'll write your homework when you come back! " "what! Can you do your homework? " "Of course! Those things you have learned are simply' pediatrics' to me! I think when we train in broom school, we must study Chinese, math, English, science, computer operation and many interesting courses. My elective courses are flying, transformation and housework. Only when every subject is excellent can you graduate, put it on the shelves of supermarkets and enter the services of thousands of households. " "wow! Really? You are so capable! Then write a few words for me! " Say, little Nezha handed the broom a pen. "Look at me!" I saw the broom rotate 360 degrees, and two hands magically grew out of the broom handle! With a pen in one hand and a paper in the other, he quickly wrote a line: there is no limit to learning the sea, and there is no limit to learning the sea. "It's amazing!" "Then you have to keep your word and help me with my homework after you finish!" "Sure, let's go!" Taking his word, the broom lifted Nezha Jr. into the air, almost hitting the ceiling and flying out of the study. The tornado rolled up behind him, and all Nezha's exercise books, books, schoolbags and pencil boxes were swept into the air, then jumped out of the study with a whoosh, and put Nezha Jr. on the computer chair in the living room in the blink of an eye: "Let's PK the racing game first to see who runs fast!" "No, I don't have a computer password, and the computer can't be opened at all!" "Hey hey, this is also a problem? ! Look at me! " I saw him make another 360-degree rotation. A standard USB interface is grown on the broom handle and plugged into the computer. All kinds of passwords quickly flashed on the computer screen. It only took three seconds for the computer to turn on. "How did you do that? What a genius! " In the next game, Nezha Jr. lost the game without any suspense. "Do you still want to play?" Broom looked at Nezha, full of temptation. "The pirate ship! Well-no, the playground may have been closed. " "Something! Give it to me! " Taking his word, Nezha Jr. flew out of the window, rode a broom, crossed the vast night sky, and came to the "Children's Amusement World" with the most complete amusement facilities. But all the amusement facilities have stopped running, and only a few security uncles patrol the yard. "I told you! It's over, go back! " "This little thing can't beat me?" Another 360-degree rotation, I saw the playground brightly lit and all the amusement facilities were running! Several security guards were shocked and didn't know what had happened in horror. "It's amazing! I worship you! " Nezha Jr. has played almost all the amusement projects. Back home, in less than 5 minutes, the broom helped Nezha finish all his homework, and it was the most standard answer and the most neat handwriting. "How can you know everything?" Nezha Jr., with his chin cupped, looked at the broom with envy. "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." I saw that the broom paused for a moment, and tears flashed in my eyes: "I don't know how much I have suffered in order to learn my skills!" Take flying lessons as an example. At first, I did it carefully according to the action essentials taught by the teacher, but I couldn't fly. I've been practicing. I was still practicing while the other brooms were asleep. I don't know how many times I fell. Everything comes to him who waits, and he can finally fly. ""When I was studying computer, I couldn't remember countless formulas and instructions, once, twice, three times ... and finally became a first-class computer expert in broom training class. " "How do you tell the teacher exactly the same? You just tricked me into doing my homework! "Speaking of homework, Nezha Jr. suddenly remembered that the homework was written for him by a broom, and the teacher will definitely find out." what can I do? "Little Nezha cried." What is it, son? "Asked the mother who was sweeping the floor loudly. Nezha Jr. suddenly sat up: "Shh, it was a dream! Nezha Jr. remembered what the broom said in his dream, took a pen and wrote quickly.
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Story of doing homework 2
Everyone in the flock calls you Ranniu, and so do I. A thousand words don't know how to express my feelings after reading your words. Maybe you're right. Any investigation into you is in vain. No more questions about the species in your story and the confirmation of your identity. We don't have to answer whether others agree or doubt. I've been dragging my feet and don't want to finish your diary so quickly. I always want to take it out when I am confused and blank. Immersed in the rendering of another emotion. Women are emotional, so are we. Delicate narration and narration always let me see some of my own shadows. Happiness may have never left. Many times, I lost myself, sued others and complained about so many troublesome lives and jobs. Speak insincerely every day, explain a self-righteous mood, and loudly scold the ridicule between colleagues. Time is always a strange thing, which prolongs our past years and deeply increases our feelings. Those bad things that we can't figure out and understand again and again, in the last years, let us know again until we see them clearly, and even encounter similar things. It seems that people are always experiencing, constantly renovating and bearing all kinds of life.
Ran, you are happy. I began to see your words in the end of the world, and I firmly believe that I am firm now. A woman's words can show the deepest wisdom and emotional perception under an appearance. I envy you, really. I envy you, too, but only to the extent that it takes a long time to run aground in my heart. Jealousy is just a nervous twitch.
Ran, you are special. This is the case in the story, and life is not ordinary. How many people in gull powder feel this way. Thank you for setting up the Gull Powder House and making me a member of it. Although I seldom take the initiative in it, I silently pay attention to the dynamics inside. Not talking is just a state, not hiding. Ha ha. Meng Po, Lao Zi, XIV, their teasing, Steve's liveliness and so on. . . Maybe I'm just one of many gull fans. It doesn't matter if I'm never familiar with it or not. The important thing is that this story brings us together. This heavy emotion is called cohesion. Fate has gathered in every corner to form today's gull powder. Thank you for bringing us so many laughter and tears in the story. Life is a competition of pain and happiness from beginning to end. Only today can we see the gold and silver of amber and its truth, goodness and beauty.
Ran, it's good to know you. There have been many things recently, and my life has gradually taken shape. I am not helpless, but have a place to live, called home. I am very happy and excited. In 20 13 years, I accomplished two major events in my life. One is to get a marriage certificate, and the other is to buy a house together. Maybe this is nothing to many people, but it means a lot to me. After experiencing the separation, combination and entanglement of life, I cherish everything I have now.
Ran, maybe it's a little boring. You have received a lot of homework, which is the most empty for us, just for this understanding. I wish you happiness in this respect!
Story of doing homework 3
Driving home from the provincial capital thousands of miles away. "What's the matter with my mother? Is it serious? " He asked the attending doctor eagerly.
The doctor looked at him and said, "Late gastric cancer. The old man's time is running out ... "
John young burst into tears.
After coming out of the clinic, John Yang Li informed his deputy by mobile phone, and he is in charge of company affairs from today. Yang Fan should be with her mother in her last days.
My father died young, and my mother brought up their four brothers and sisters with great pains. Mother's abdominal pain began two years ago. John young and his brother had to take their mother to the provincial hospital for examination many times. Every time their mother said, "Isn't it just a stomachache? Check it out and take some medicine. Mom is not so delicate! " Mothers are always like this, afraid of dragging down their children and affecting their work.
John young began to stay at his mother's bedside. Mother suffers from illness every day. John Yang tried his best to divert his mother's attention and relieve her pain. He chatted with his mother and told her some interesting things to let her go to the opera with a single person ... One day, while chatting with her mother, her mother suddenly smiled: "Your brother and sister are all in college, and your sister has gone to the United States to study for a doctorate. But my mother didn't even know her own name and lived all her life. It's funny to think about it ... "john young immediately jumped out of his mind and said to his mother," Mom, I'll teach you to read and write now! " Mom smiled: "Teach me to read? I am almost in the coffin, can I still learn? "
"You can, mom. Reading and writing are easy. "
John young found a newspaper and taught her mother to read. ...
He pointed to a word on the news headline and read: "Big."
Mother smiled and read: "Big."
He pointed to another word: "small."
Mother smiled and read: "Small."
Everyone in the ward gave the mother and son a look of surprise, envy and approval.
A few days later, john young also bought a new word book and a pencil to teach his mother to write. Mother's handwriting is crooked, but it looks peaceful and warm. Of course, my mother can only learn a few simplest words at most every day. However, my mother cheerfully asked john young to teach her to write the names of four brothers and sisters. When writing those words, she was all smiles, unlike a terminally ill person.
One night a month later, my mother suddenly left. That night, Yang Fan was so tired that she took a nap at her mother's bedside. When she woke up, her mother had quietly left.
Mother left with a smile. Mother leaned against the bed, holding a new word book in her left hand and a pencil in her right hand. John young's eyes were a little blurred. She saw several Chinese characters written askew in her mother's vocabulary book: john young Emperor Wen of Sui Yang Jingling loves you. In front of the word "love", my mother drew a few black bumps.
Mom didn't learn to write the word "I" in the end.
The Story of Homework 4
Xiao Yan is a professor of psychology at Xiangjiang University. On this day, he walked into the classroom, put his mobile phone on the platform and said to his classmates, "Today, I will give you a special assignment. Please call your mother. You just need to say to her on the phone:' Mom, I love you! Please forgive the child's past unfilial behavior. Do it. "
What kind of homework is this? The students suddenly looked at each other. Although I usually say "love" to my lover without hesitation, I have never expressed it so bluntly to my parents. Do they still have to say this to their parents? That's a lot-embarrassing and explicit! Xiaoyan couldn't help feeling sad when she saw the embarrassed expressions on many students' faces. His idea stems from a report that a mother who is over 500 years old, regardless of her weak health, sent her daughter to college with warm soup all the way. ZSZSZSZ thought: I wonder what kind of return such a broad maternal love can bring to my daughter? He feels that young people nowadays need to make up the lesson of gratitude too much.
When Wu Lingling came up at 1, she hesitated whether to dial her mother's number: "Mom, it's me." Say, stole a look at Professor Xiao. Xiaoyan stared at her and nodded at her encouragingly. "Mom, I-I-"Wu Lingling opened his mouth and couldn't say the following words. I used to call his mother for money or let her do things by herself. It's too difficult to say such a false statement now. Wu Lingling talked for a long time, but she was worried about her mother over there. The students all heard Wu Lingling's mother's anxious voice: "Son, why don't you talk?" ? Can I help you? Tell mom quickly. Wu Lingling was urged, gritted his teeth and quickly shouted into the microphone: "Mom, I love you, forgive my child's past unfilial." . "Say that finish, hurriedly hang up the phone, red face back to the seat.
The students came forward in turn, and under the strong light of Xiao Yan, they managed to finish this special homework. Professor Xiao was disappointed because he didn't hear a classmate's heartfelt thanks to his mother, and all of them were perfunctory and even flustered. On the 28th, it is Yang Li's turn. He picked up the phone and said sweetly, "Mom, I love you forever. You are my son's closest relative ... "Xiao Yan's heart suddenly warmed up, but after a closer look, she found that Yang Lizheng was secretly blinking at the bottom with a proud face. Xiaoyan reacted immediately. He grabbed the phone, and sure enough he didn't dial it. Xiao Yan's heart suddenly hurt, like being cut by a sword. Can maternal love be played? Under the professor's angry eyes, Yang Li had to dial his mother's phone in a hurry and said in a hurry, "Mom, my son is wrong." Having said that, I found something was wrong and quickly added, "I love you."
After class, the students all breathed a sigh of relief, but Professor Xiao's heart became heavier. It seems that making up lessons has a long way to go!
The next day, the parents of seven or eight students suddenly came to the campus. They are in a hurry. As soon as they entered the campus, they hurriedly asked the doorman what happened to the child. The doorman is puzzling. At this time, the students are studying in the classroom, and parents who can't wait are crowded outside the classroom and anxiously look inside. Yang Li found his mother, and Wu Lingling saw her mother ... They walked out of the classroom in surprise, and the parents shouted and gathered around, pulling the child over and asking, "What's wrong with you, son?" Don't be stupid, mom can't live without you! "
Listening to the parents' worried calls and looking at the tired colors on their faces, the students froze. Wu Lingling burst into sobs. She hugged her mother tightly and cried with tears on her face: "Mom, I'm sorry. Daughter loves you! Please forgive the child's past unfilial! "
Story of doing homework 5
During my four years of primary school life, I did my homework almost every day. The word "homework" is also familiar to students. Speaking of the story of me and my homework, my mind immediately echoed with the scene of doing my homework yesterday.
That afternoon, after half a class, the math teacher returned to the office with a stack of papers and walked to the classroom. At that time, the whole class was silent. Everyone was shocked and narrowed their eyes, as if they didn't believe what had happened. Then, the classroom was fried like oil and the students were talking noisily. Then the math teacher said, "In order to make you do better in this final exam, I decided to give you another paper." As soon as the voice fell, the students quarreled, and some said, "Protest." Some whispered, "The math teacher is really bad." There are even students who look at math with their eyes wide open, as if they hate the teacher in their hearts and want to impress the math teacher and make him change his mind. However, instead of reducing our homework, math also loudly scolded us lazy people and angrily walked out the door. Next, the English teacher and the Chinese teacher also assigned a lot of homework. I looked at the dense homework on the blackboard and lay prone on the table. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and ran straight home. When I got home, I threw my schoolbag on the table and lay on the bed. I only saw that there seemed to be a dazzling light flashing ahead, which took me to another world. "Hello. Did you see the bus? " At this moment, a wrinkled old lady asked me. I looked around. It turned out that I came to England, and my grandmother asked, Have you seen the bus? "My heart is shaking. I was stumped by this question and left with a red face. At this moment, a woman came and stopped me. I looked at her. She is a China woman. I sighed and said, "What's the matter?" She said, "This dress of yours looks beautiful. how much is it? "I looked at the dress, but there was no price tag on it. I remember buying this dress. My mother seems to say that the price of this dress is four times that of my shoes. I looked at my shoes, and a "35" was clearly visible. But I didn't have a pen and paper in my hand, and I couldn't count with my mouth, so I made a random number and left. I looked around, and there were so many people around that I couldn't find my way home. I squatted on the ground and began to cry. " Li Yin, do your homework quickly. "I quickly opened my eyes, sat on the stool without shoes, and wrote' shua shua'. In less than half an hour, all the homework was "cleaned up" "
I thought to myself: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind. As long as you are willing to work hard, no amount of homework can be completed at once. Moreover, the teacher assigned so much homework for our own good! I smiled and wrote the homework assigned by my mother.
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