In my life, there are many things, some are happy, some are sad, some are sad and some are happy, but among them, there is one thing that I will never forget.

The moon, so bright and beautiful, so sweet and quiet, shines on me while I am doing my homework in the house. The moonlight is so gentle, but my heart is restless.

I prayed again and again that my mother would come back soon and spend this terrible moment with me. I waited and waited for a long time, but there was still no sign of my mother. At this moment, my neighbor knocked on my door and asked me to answer the phone. I picked up the phone and heard my mother's voice. I was ecstatic and immediately asked, "Mom, when will you come back?" Hurry up, I have been waiting for you for a long time. " "Sweet, today, I will eat at your aunt's house. Cook for yourself! " The voice on the phone surprised me. "But, today," I haven't finished, the phone has hung up.

"Hey, Mom, do you know that today is the Ghost Festival on July 14, which is what I fear most?" I said to myself in dismay. In the dead of night, I looked at the dark sky outside the window, as if waiting for the arrival of a ghost. At this moment, suddenly a whoosh. I was frightened and thought it was a ghost, so I quickly hid in the quilt. At this moment, all the ghost films I have seen before come to mind. I encouraged myself to say, "Don't be afraid. Ghosts and gods are all lies. There are no ghosts in the world. Believe in science. " Suddenly, it dawned on me, yes, there are no ghosts in the world, so don't be superstitious.

I lifted the quilt and stood up slowly. I thought to myself, "Ghost, the more you are afraid of it, the more it bullies you." I'm not afraid of ghosts from now on.

This matter is branded in my mind like a brand, which makes me unforgettable and still fresh in my memory.

Unforgettable things

In my primary school career, I experienced things like stars, but what impressed me the most was the third grade. Although I am in the sixth grade now, I still remember all the bits and pieces.

That morning, our whole class had a math exam. After school that afternoon, the teacher announced the results. When I heard the teacher read my name, and it was the first one, I was extremely happy. I got the paper and accidentally saw a wrong question. I put a 60*84-90. The problem of 2 is badly calculated. Just then, my classmates came to congratulate me. I was afraid that they would see my wrong question, so they covered the paper and pretended to laugh, anxious to find a hole to get in. On the way back, I kept thinking: I'm not the first. If my mother sees me, she can't kill me. In the evening, I didn't think about tea and rice. I only ate a little rice and went back to my room to sleep. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. There seems to be a heavy stone in my heart that I can't put down. Thinking: What should I do? If my mother and teacher knew, I wouldn't be ashamed. However, if I don't admit it, my classmates will regard me as a dishonest child. On further consideration, I decided not to admit my mistake. At this time, my mother came in and said with a smile, "Why don't you go to bed?" "Mom, is the child who refuses to admit his mistake a good boy?" "Of course not a good boy." I was silent for a while and said, "Mom, let me tell you." "What?" "We had an exam today." "Oh, really? How was the exam? " Faced with my mother's questioning, I was speechless. The air seems to have solidified and my heart is pounding. I can't help saying, "Mom, I won the first prize, but I found a wrong question." I said it in one breath, and my heart calmed down a lot. "Oh, really, what are you going to do?" "Mom, why didn't you say something about me or ..." "You know the mistake and ask me. This performance is commendable. Why talk about you? Go to sleep. " Walk out of the room slowly. I lay in bed thinking about what my mother said, so I decided to go to school tomorrow.

Admit this mistake to the teacher. The next day, I took a loaf of bread and ran to school. When the bell rang, I went to the platform and admitted my mistake to the teacher. I saw the teacher stand up and say loudly to the students, "Is it important for students to come first?" "important!" The students answered in unison. "Yesterday the teacher said he was the first. He found a wrong question. Today he took the initiative to admit to the teacher that this spirit is worthless? " "valuable!" The students shouted. Give me an admiring look. I thought to myself: unexpectedly, I admitted it and was praised.

My mother's words taught me how important honesty is. Although it has been a long time, I still can't forget it.