Every week in grade six 1 Time flies, and I grow up slowly with the passage of time, and gradually understand how to help adults work.
During the summer vacation of senior one, I often finish my homework and have nothing to do. I think of my mother's gentle words: "Baby, you see that your mother is getting older day by day, and you are growing up day by day. Mom knows that you are a filial child, and you can help her with housework in the future, ok? " Thinking about my mother's words and looking at the messy furniture, I think I should help my mother do some work.
Do it. I put on my apron and sleeves and walked to the kitchen sink. I grabbed a rag beside me and wet it with water. I picked up a small bowl with my hand, and then the pure water sprayed from the tap began to scrub. It took me a few minutes to finish washing the dishes, because it was my first time to do housework. Looking at the dirty bowl originally covered with rice grains and cooking oil, it has become so smooth and white with my own efforts, and I suddenly have confidence in myself. I washed bowl after bowl with confidence and put them all away.
After washing these bowls, I went to the bathroom to get a wet mop, and I mopped the floor in the kitchen. Looking at my spotless kitchen, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.
After a while, mom came back. I am very happy to see such a diligent child. I am full of praise, boasting that I am a sensible boy. The first time I did housework, I realized how hard my parents usually do housework through this housework. I must help my parents more in the future and let them know that I am a filial child.
The melodious song in the second chapter of "Weekly Records of the Sixth Grade" reverberates in the scarlet blood. -inscription
A flower tells a beautiful story, but it can't touch the heartstrings. Because I haven't seen it, I hope it can reach Li Zhishu.
I came to this world, but the lonely leaves fell, and only the purity of the moon gave me memories.
I want to leave and go back to the past, but I won't give up. The hope of Bicun, like a lonely shadow, flashed into my eyes.
The flaming bird, persistent reflection, is proud under the golden light, with beautiful wings, but the lonely shadow leaves red light, as if it were a dream that I didn't want to wake up.
Let it cry quietly at night.
A small image, can't help flying, outstanding beauty, like a huge dragon's paw feather, clear and meticulous, like falling flowers in a deep well, getting darker and darker, where will the birds go?
Thorn is a kind of grass with thorns, soft and lush stems, and one branch is independent and unwilling to live together.
Just like that firebird.
Suddenly, I thought of something-an extremely rare bird called thorn, covered in fire. On a particular day, I will find the longest and sharpest thorn to plunge into my petite body.
I am looking forward to it.
Looking in all directions, the bird stopped on the thorn in the northwest. The thorn is sharp and high, like a sword, shining with cold light, deep and dark.
The bird stopped in the bushes for a while, looked around and looked at the blue sky. His eyes were desolate, powerless and regretless, and he was about to be free. It's smiling and seeing clearly.
Tragic, there is a saying that "everyone is drunk and I wake up alone". I don't know why I am laughing, but I am laughing.
The bird flew to the thorn, felt a dull pain and plunged into the thorn. Blood gushed out, dyed the thorns red, the wing tips red, everywhere red, and my eyes red. ...
In my opinion, this song of blood and tears has eclipsed everything in this world. It is the movement of bird's life. It sings with its own body all its life, creates a beautiful eternity with a tragic and solemn feeling, and leaves a fascinating memory.
The bird that fell in a pool of blood, with red feathers and bloody colors, died peacefully. It was still smiling, but I felt its satisfaction.
I saw the big word blood oath. ...
-Send my old friend.
The third chapter of the sixth grade weekly diary started the summer vacation on this day. It's summer vacation, but what do you want to do in the summer vacation? I just want to do something different. I just don't know where to start and where to end ... Maybe there is no beginning or end. Summer vacation is like this, so is life.
In children's eyes, society is always full of truth, goodness and beauty, and life is sweet and colorful. In the eyes of adults, society has two sides, truth, goodness and beauty, false ugliness, and life has ups and downs. There is only one conclusion as to why there is such a big difference between adults and children: this is the most fundamental difference between maturity and immaturity.
In the world, everything has two sides. The rich experience of adults determines that they see things more comprehensively. And if children want to mature, they must go through some things. Some people say, "Life is a big training ground and a stage for honing people." In this special stage, everyone will encounter happy things and sad things. Sad things can make people suffer great pain, and happy things can make people have perfect emotions. If you deal with sad things all day, people will easily lose confidence and then give up on themselves, decadent and sinking; And dealing with happy events all day, people will be confused by the immediate things, lack of social experience, and easily deceived. Just as plants can't lack sunshine and rain, people can't lack happiness and sadness in their experiences.
Maybe many people don't know me, but it doesn't matter. I'll take my time. I haven't written a good blog after two months' rest. When I first started school, I was under great pressure and had a lot of things to do. I came to the school meeting and saw the familiar faces of every teacher. Then every leader talked a lot, but it is expected that there will be a lot of work.
When I was announced as the head teacher of the sixth grade, my class of 78 people seemed to be under some pressure and was about to break the record. Even new books are not enough. But I'm a follower. Not bad. All the students know each other. But this year, I'm taking my little nephew. He is only in grade one, and he feels a lot of pressure. How can he have time to fall in love?
I was so happy and excited when I entered the class and saw those familiar faces. Just as I was talking, the freshmen came one after another, four in one day. There is no place to sit, so we have to arrange a "special seat". I am both excited and excited. Haha, I can finally send them to graduation.
In the first week of school, it is still customary to offer a course outline sharing class, cultivate good study habits, talk about class rules, hold squadron meetings, etc. Because it is a new grade, I have to write a lesson plan, but my teaching and research staff praised me for writing a good analysis of my academic situation, and Director Yang also praised me for designing a good cover, which made me very happy. In the first week of school, I talked about two squadron meetings, one was "Pupils' Etiquette" and the other was "The 70th Anniversary of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's Victory". This week, I also listened to a third-grade Chinese curriculum outline sharing class, which benefited a lot and learned a lot. After class, I also worked with teaching and research staff, President Niu, President Wen, Director Liu and the team leader, and I felt that I had learned a lot. It is true that it is not easy to preview and speak well in open classes, but thinking after class is particularly important. Don't be afraid to speak badly.
I may be a different person, but I am still full of energy. Maybe I had some confusion and despair this week, but now it seems to be gone. Just be yourself and leave others alone. I also want to work hard. Preparing lessons carefully and giving lectures may be my best job. I hope to keep such warmth in this big family. Thank you!
On Sunday, my parents took me to my grandmother's house. It was raining outside in Mao Mao, and I found snails in my grandma's garden. They carried "small houses" on their backs, crawling around on leaves and dirt. Some may be too tired to carry it, and simply throw away the "small house", like a silvery white earthworm, fun!
Just when I was fascinated by it, my mother came over. "Why? What are you looking at, so hard? " "Mom, look, many snails!" Just as I was about to catch them with my hands, my mother immediately stopped me and said, "Don't touch them. Snails are slippery and dirty water sticks to them. It smells bad." "Where did the snail get the water?" I asked curiously. "Snails not only have water, I heard that when they touch salt, they will turn into water!" "Is it true?" I'm dubious. I ran to grandma's kitchen to find some salt, and then I caught some snails and put them in a small box. I sprinkled salt on the snail, only to see that the whole body of the snail contracted, a lot of water came out, and there were small bubbles, and the body gradually became smaller.
I asked my mother, "Will all snails become water?" Mom said, "I'm not sure. I didn't know until I checked it online. " After surfing the Internet, my mother told me that there is a layer of mucus on the surface of the snail (except the shell), which is beneficial to the movement of the snail and the skin to assist breathing. When you sprinkle salt, the snail's ability to move and breathe will be reduced, and mucus will seep out of the body, causing the snail's body to contract and the cells to lack water (because the density of salt is greater than the density of water in the snail's body). At this time, the snail seems to have dried up, but it will never become water. After listening to my mother's explanation, I finally understood these truths. It turns out that life is full of knowledge everywhere, and I can still get such gains during my usual play. This is really a wonderful discovery.
The future schoolbag is different from the present one. There are five buttons on the future schoolbag-red, yellow, orange, white and green buttons. You can shine at night to avoid car accidents. It has a great effect.
In summer, the weather gets hot and the schoolbags get heavier. Don't worry, as long as you press the red button, the schoolbag won't be very heavy, and there will be a cool breeze blowing, so walking will be much better.
In autumn, the fruit is ripe and very attractive. I want to pick fruit to eat, but what should I do if my schoolbag is too small to hold it? Now you don't have to worry, just press the yellow button, and the schoolbag will become bigger and can hold many things.
In winter, it gets cold and it always rains. What if you walk in the street and it starts to rain? Now you don't have to worry, just press the orange button, you look like you are wearing a raincoat, so the rain won't rain on you.
On your way to school, you look as if you will be late. You don't have to worry, just press the white button, your feet will fly like roller skates, and you will arrive at school soon.
It's dark at night, almost opaque, and of course you can't see the road. Don't be afraid, just press the green button and two lights will light up on your schoolbag to light up your way forward.
Look, the future schoolbag is ok!
In this beautiful world, whether it is a noisy city or a quiet nature, everything here may give us a feeling of intoxication. What fascinates me most is the fields in spring.
Spring is like a lovely little doll, new from head to toe. The dairy queen is leaving. She is old, with snow on her back and spring dolls jumping on swallows. No one knows where Chunwa got a big brush and painted the field green bit by bit: no one knows where Chunwa got a big kettle to sprinkle the spring rain on the earth and wake up every grass and tree in the field.
The seed who just woke up slept comfortably underground, and now she is full of energy. They grow out of the mud and look around curiously in the mud, eager to grow up and grow taller quickly so that they can see the farther scenery.
Spring, like a lovely little girl, loves beauty and makes it more beautiful. Spring girl scattered the seeds of flowers all over the field, gave the fragrance of flowers to the field, and the flowers in the field were in full bloom. You won't let me, and I won't let you, so this stadium has become a beacon.
Spring is like a strong young man, full of energy. Strong, he struggled to hold his body steady, so everything in the field was flat and green. His stout body is covered with new tender leaves, showing us the charm of the spring fields!
The fields in spring are unique, which is a unique scenery that the noisy city does not have!