A thin face with a "beer bottle bottom" and a black face covered with "young beauty" acne constitute him without temperament. He seems to be in his twenties and teaches us Chinese.
As soon as he stepped onto the platform and put down his books, he said to us, "My name is Wu, and I am very handsome. I am the head teacher of Class One, Grade Five." The word "Lord" is particularly long, and he found us secretly laughing while covering our mouths. It's so handsome to be so "difficult". I think when he finishes his last sentence, our laughter will be like opening the floodgates. "Wu Shuai, not handsome, worthy of the name!" Look, I'm good at atoning for myself. "I hope everyone can make friends with me and be so happy every day." Ah, glib, but somehow, I began to like this teacher.
I'm not nervous at all with Mr. Wu. Sometimes he can do things according to our temperament, which is quite modern. Once, while we were having a class, suddenly, a naughty little sparrow flew into our classroom and wandered around the house, knocking off all the dust on the roof. "Look, sparrow!" "Shh, dear ..." At first, everyone was whispering, and soon, the classroom exploded. "Quiet, quiet!" The teacher knocked on the table like a drum with an eraser, but it didn't help. It seems that I can't attend the class. "Students, let's stop class and let's get rid of sparrows together, shall we?" Teacher Wu said loudly. The students cheered at once: "Long live the handsome teacher-"Hey, how did you get rid of the word "no"? Naturally, everyone knows that our former teacher absolutely won't allow us to do this.
The students used their own tricks, some stood up and shouted, and some waved rulers to drive away. Handsome teacher also chased sparrows with us like a child. The sparrow flew east and west, and finally flew out of the open window in a panic. At this time, the handsome teacher did not forget his job: "Now, let's write a composition to write out the movements, expressions and languages of the students driving sparrows." The title is "Driving Sparrows". Alas, if I had known this, I might as well not catch sparrows!
From then on, Wu Shuai first produced our handsome teacher. Teacher's Day is coming. It's time to send a card to the teacher. What should I write on it? I want to write it like this: "Mr. Wu: I really want to call you handsome teacher again. I really want to catch sparrows with you again. I really want to be your student again ..."
Want to promote the description of people's ingredients first? 2 Does maternal love just give us delicious and fun love? No, at least not for me. Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mom would say, "Oh, what's going on?" Come on, mom will show you and give you medicine. "But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just put some medicine on it. "I was surprised and sad after listening to it. My mother certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking.
When I was sleeping at night, I was crying alone when I suddenly heard the voice from my mother's bedroom. I quickly held my breath and only heard my father say, "Don't comfort me if the child is injured." I thought to myself, Dad is right! I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is injured? " I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude!
Because of my mother's words, I have never been too depressed in the face of difficulties: I didn't do well in the math exam, study hard at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live independently all their lives and can't rely on their parents. So, now there is a little thing, I will solve it myself and solve it to the best!
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great!
If you want to promote others, you must first describe people. Chun is my cousin. I went back to my hometown with my father last Spring Festival and met her for the first time. To tell the truth, her first impression on me was really not so good: small eyes, big mouth, yellow and thin hair, dark skin, really a little ugly. I really sigh for her.
Chune is one year younger than me and is busy all day. Carrying water, feeding chickens, cleaning the house, everything is done in order. During the days when I went back to my hometown, every morning, Chune brought me face washing water, rice for my father and me, made my bed and delivered boiled water, which made me a little embarrassed as a sister. Every time I want to help her, she always waves casually and says, "What a great job! Nothing! " Chune is really a diligent person.
One day, I was playing a recording of a Danny Chan concert in my room. It happened that Chuen came in with a handful of water. After listening, she smiled and said to me, "Sister, what is this singing?" It's not nice at all! ""not good? "I suddenly jumped out of bed." This is Danny Chan, a red singer! ""I don't know anything about singers, I only know whether they are good or not. "Chune saw that I didn't know the sound, so she came over and took my hand and said," Sister, last time I went to the market with my father, I heard an elder sister sing a folk song. That's great! If you don't believe me, I'll sing it for you. " Say that finish and sing again. The crisp song drowned Danny Chan's song in the tape recorder and echoed throughout the room. Listen, listen, I suddenly found that Chu E's singing is so beautiful, so beautiful.
Ten days passed quickly. I'm going back to Lujiang. Before I left, Chune gave me a window pattern that she cut and pasted herself.
Now, whenever I see those delicate window grilles, Chu E's dark smiling face will come to my eyes. Ah, Cousin Chun 'e, your simplicity is more beautiful than any beautiful appearance.
If someone asks me, "Who is the most scoundrel in your family?" Then I must answer without hesitation: "Of course it's our little hooligan-my brother."
Talking about my brother's scoundrel is really a headache. I still remember when I played gobang with him, I was only one step away from winning. He left me without seeing or stopping me. I saw that he didn't fall where I hoped, so I smiled and said, "I won!" " "At this moment, he saw it and said," Wait a minute, I want to play this chess game again. "When I heard that, I said unhappily," How can I regret playing chess? This is unfair. " He said, "Because I am small!" "No more, no more, it's not fair." I said discontentedly that you can't beat me. What's the excuse? "He said proudly.
When I heard that, I was speechless. He's my brother. I can't hit him. From then on, he had a nickname at home, called "Little Rogue".
Even so, his attitude towards animals is different.
I remember once, I bought a little turtle at home. This little turtle is very cute. As soon as he saw the little turtle, he liked it very much. We are afraid that he will kill the little turtle, so we dare not touch him. But I can't bear to see him like little turtles so much.
Finally, my mother tried to make him do housework every day in exchange for playing with the little turtle. From that day on, he tried to do housework every day.
Every afternoon after school, he washes his hands first and then finishes his homework as soon as he gets home. After finishing his homework, he tidied up the sofa and bed, packed his schoolbag, bookshelf and mopped the floor. ...
After all this, he will play with the little turtle. Whenever they play, I look at them quietly, and then I know that my brother is not a hooligan, but his closest family. When dealing with small animals, he learned to love them and strive to realize his wishes.
It was a holiday morning and someone called to invite me to dinner. My mother and I will pack up and take a taxi right away.
The driver is a middle-aged man with a flat head and a little fat. He is almost in his seat, like a lazy fat cat, a little sloppy. I frowned and got into the car.
There was nothing to say all the way, and the car was silent. Suddenly, mom's cell phone ringing broke the silence. She connected the phone and laughed loudly: "Coming! On the road! " I cover my ears, but I don't think she usually has anything to scream about, but in this small space, I feel her voice is particularly harsh. After a while, she smiled boldly again. The voice was penetrating and dizzy like a shell exploding in her head. The driver didn't respond and drove quietly. I shouted impatiently to my mother, "can't you keep your voice down?" It's too noisy "Mother looked at me, nodded and lowered her voice. I can't help feeling a little proud.
At this time, the driver who had been silent spoke: "Son, how can you yell at your mother?" I'm still angry. I didn't like him very much, but now I hate him even more. I played dumb and ignored him. He went on to say, "No matter what your mother does, you shouldn't talk to her so loudly. Even if you want to criticize, you should criticize behind your back. In front of outsiders, you should also consider her feelings. " Although he spoke in a low voice, what he said was hit the floor. I calmed down and my anger subsided by half. When I think about it, it is really my fault. I gave a symbolic "Oh" and my dislike for him was less. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and said seriously, "The most important thing in life is filial piety. People say' filial piety comes first'. You must remember in the future that you must know how to safeguard the dignity of your parents! " I was silent.
At this time, my mother took over and asked, "Master, is your family very happy?" "Sort of, daughter-in-law to do something, I mostly follow her, even if the holiday home, I also want to accompany her. Everyone has parents, filial piety is a good thing, and I often educate my daughter like this. " He answered naively. I feel more guilty. In order not to embarrass me, my mother patted me and said, "Did you hear that? Remember this uncle's words in the future. " I nodded, no longer disgusted with him in my heart, but with some respect.
He is a stranger, ordinary and ordinary, but he always spreads kindness and love. Thank this uncle for teaching me the truth of being a man. Although I have only met him once, I will remember his kindness all my life. The phrase "filial piety comes first" will become the most precious wealth in my life and the most beautiful rose in my life.
The world is beautiful because of goodness and the world is beautiful because of love. Please pass on the kindness in your heart to others, so that mankind will be more United, society will be more harmonious and the world will always be as beautiful as spring. The kindness of strangers is a treasure worth guarding all our lives.
Writing 6 "It's useless to say anything, two dollars and a half is two dollars and a half!" Lao Zhang speaks slowly, holding the tricycle in one hand and pulling the passenger's arm in the other. The passenger glared at him angrily, so he could only take out an orange coin and throw it on the ground, swearing and walking away.
Lao Zhang didn't care so much, muttering, "It's only fifty cents, he's a big man!" When I was lying on the ground, I stared at the coin.
The moon is high in the dark sky, full of silver light.
Lao Zhang wiped the moon on his forehead and pushed three rounds home. In the yard, the neighbors enjoying the cool air watched the iron cock poke him as always. A middle-aged man shouted in a narrow voice: "Jaco, enjoy a' bumper harvest'!" But he just nodded and smiled, ignored him and went straight upstairs, leaving everyone with a hard and thin figure.
There was another burst of laughter in the yard. A young man smiled and said, "He can't bear to put chopped green onion in a bowl of noodles. Do you still want to smoke his cigarette? " The middle-aged man responded unconvinced: "Next time, you must take it next time!"
As usual, the neighbors began to discuss Lao Zhang's meanness. Some people say that he saved a coffin book, some people say that he wants to get a wife, and some people say that his son is a black sheep from afar, always gnawing at his old money-because Lao Zhang always walks to the credit union with a pile of money at the end of the month and comes back empty-handed, with a relaxed face.
"Lao zhang, you are a moonlight clan. You save money every month. " This sentence suddenly spread, and everyone knew that there was a stingy old man with moonlight in the yard.
One evening like an oven, neighbors chatted one after another under the trees in the yard. Lao Zhang hid in the corner, briefly answered the phone, and looked heavy. This afternoon, Lao Zhang rarely left the car, and his old smile disappeared without a trace, leaving only closed lips and locked brows.
At the beginning of the lights, the middle-aged man who always asked Lao Zhang for cigarettes crept up behind him, suddenly reached out and took out the cigarettes in his pocket, and ran away with a smile: "I said, Lao Zhang, you haven't given my son the money for his marriage. Is it not too much to ask you for a cigarette? " How could Lao Zhang just follow him and chase him for cigarettes?
Just then, the mobile phone shook, and he turned it on without grabbing the cigarette.
"What? Did it work? Great! No, no, no ... "Lao Zhang answered in a trembling voice, and then smiled brightly. After hanging up the phone, Lao Zhang smiled and took out another pack of cigarettes from another pocket and threw it to the middle-aged man: "I am happy today, help me spread it to everyone!" " "
At night, the smell of fried peanuts wafted from the window of Lao Zhang's house, and the silhouette of him drinking alone in the moonlight.
After a while, just as people were about to forget this episode, a banner and an oil painting broke the tranquility of the small courtyard. The curiosity of the neighbors could no longer be suppressed, so Lao Zhang had to tell the truth: it turned out that he met a young painter who came to collect the scenery when riding a tricycle last year. In the course of traveling, the two became friends. Lao Zhang also knew that the young man was born with a serious genetic disease, but he still actively lived and created. At that time, Lao Zhang made up his mind to raise money for his operation. A drop of sweat flowed down and a sum of money was remitted. Now there is finally good news. Lao Zhang, who was so strong before, shed tears.
In that oil painting, a full moon hangs high in the clear night sky, and under the moon is an old man riding three rounds with a kind face.
This moonlight also spilled into Lao Zhang's dream.
Every day when the rooster crows, there will always be a hardworking figure who cleans the garden and corridor of the community in obscurity. This figure is the simple guard aunt Liu.
In the morning, I went to the yard with my schoolbag on my back and my head held high, and went to school. The sky was dyed blue by blue ink and inlaid with cotton-like white clouds. The flowers on the flower stand are colorful, and a drop of crystal dew sleeps quietly on the fragrant petals and takes a deep breath. Wow, so fresh! "Hey, the air smells of dust." I can't help coughing. There was a rustling sound behind me.
What's that noise? I scratched my head and frowned. Looking back, it turned out to be Aunt Liu, a conscientious doorman! I went over and called out kindly, "Aunt Liu." "Well," Aunt Liu smiled and agreed. I saw that she was wearing a red coat, a pair of gray sweatpants and a tall ponytail, and she was very energetic. I remember that time, a thief came to our community. Aunt Liu found out, and he stayed put. The thief tried to turn the door over, but failed several times. Aunt Liu secretly took out her mobile phone and called the police.
Holding the tin box, she crept up behind the thief and smashed the tin box on the thief's head with lightning speed. Suddenly the thief rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground. At this time, the police also came and arrested the thief. This move caused a sensation in the whole community, and everyone thought that Aunt Liu was a competent doorman. I remember it in my mind. "What are you thinking?" Aunt Liu asked in a gentle voice.
"Nothing, nothing." I answered loudly. I stared at Aunt Liu intently, only to see that her right hand gripped the broom, her left hand grasped the dustpan, and her right hand waved vigorously, gathering a pile of garbage together, carefully sweeping the garbage into the dustpan, and sweeping it with a critical eye for fear of missing a dust. I was puzzled and asked Aunt Liu strangely, "Why did you sweep the floor? Why not give it directly to the community cleaner? " Aunt Liu smiled, so simple and bright, and she replied approachable: "As a doorman, we should not only protect everyone's safety, but also keep our living environment clean and hygienic. I am shocked that a small doorman can keep calm in an emergency, regardless of his own safety, protect the safety of the community and serve the community wholeheartedly. This is the nobility in the ordinary!
If you want to promote it first, you should suppress the description of people. Spring rain rustles.
I sighed, took an umbrella and walked out the door. No way, although I prefer to stay at home, I don't have any exercise books, so I have to go to the supermarket next door to buy some. Hey ... I have a bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. I hummed a ditty and walked to the supermarket. The light rain pattered on the umbrella surface, which added a lot of fun to Xiaoqu. What a fashionable young man! Obviously, the carefully trimmed bangs are obliquely attached to the forehead, and there is a trace of cynicism in the half-covered eyes. The clothes are obviously carefully matched, with a black and white T-shirt on the upper body, a coat and tight leather pants on the lower body. What a fashionista! It's not good to get wet dressed like this. Of course, he has an umbrella in his hand. Strangely, this umbrella is so ordinary that it is so out of tune with its fashion.
The shop arrived in the blink of an eye. I took my umbrella, put it in the designated place at the door and went in. Hey! As it happens, fashionistas also came in. Three books, I paid and walked to the door. Oh, the place where the umbrella is put is really a mess! I am anxious to find my umbrella. As anxious as I am, even more anxious is the old man next to me, dressed simply, with gray hair swaying slightly in the wind. "Where's my umbrella? How can I not find it? " The old man murmured anxiously, "Have you lost it?" I shrugged. These days, there are too many people who love to take advantage of petty advantages. Fortunately, my umbrella is still there. I picked it up and looked at the old man helplessly, ready to leave. "Grandpa, can I help you?" A voice suddenly sounded. I looked up in surprise. Hey, it's a fashionista! The old man said with a bitter face, "I lost my umbrella." The fashionista thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you home." Anyway, I am free. " Hey! I didn't expect fashionistas to be so kind. The old man looked at the fashionista gratefully. "Thank you." His eyes drooped on the umbrella held by the fashionista in his left hand, and his face changed greatly. "This is my umbrella!" The old man exclaimed. The fashionista smiled. "Old man, you made a mistake. This is my umbrella. " The old man firmly pointed to the umbrella: "It's my umbrella! I can't make a mistake, so you took it! What good people are you pretending to be! " The fashionista's face turned red again, You Lan. I gave him a contemptuous look. He is not a good man! Several passers-by came over and asked curiously, "What's the matter?" The old man seems to have found someone to talk to and said excitedly, "This boy! I took my umbrella and I still don't admit it! " Passers-by nodded: "Hey!" How can a young man do this? Give it back to others, apologize, and you'll be fine! "The fashionista seems very angry:" I said this is my own umbrella! " "But I was overwhelmed by the accusations of passers-by.
Outside the window, the spring rain rustled.
"Old man! Haven't you left yet? " A shop assistant came out and handed an umbrella. "He has a bad memory? I didn't take the umbrella at the counter! Fortunately, you left late, and we found it early! Hey! " The old man's mouth was half open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. He stared at his assistant's umbrella like a fashionista and blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I was wrong about you." Old people blame umbrellas. Sorry. The fashionista waved his hand: "Old man, don't be so confused next time. Now there are many good people! " "Turned to leave.
Before I left, I took a deep look at the fashionista's back, but this time, it was an admiring look.
I have experienced more than ten years, and the most unforgettable is the rainy season of seventeen. ...
The weather is so stuffy! The sun is like a pot of fire baking the earth in private, and there is no wind around. People sit in the room doing nothing, but still sweating. Mother kept complaining about the sultry weather, as if it would make the heat dissipate. Actually, it only makes her sexier. There must be a heavy rain after this weather! I asked casually, "Mom, are your clothes hanging on the roof still hanging?" When mother heard this, she jumped up in shock. She froze for a long time and said, "Go and collect clothes with mom, quickly!" " "God! Your kindness is really hard to be rewarded. Mom is so annoying! My boss reluctantly stood up and bargained with his mother for a long time. Finally, she collected the clothes and I took them upstairs. In a blink of an eye, the sky was overcast, and it rained with a few thunders. Fortunately, it hasn't rained yet, and the weather is still horribly stuffy. In my mother's words, it's like steamed bread in a steamer. Mom stood up and went to the roof, and I followed. It's also crowded with people. Everyone took three steps and made two steps, scrambling to collect clothes and quilts. The clothes on the roof were taken away in a flash. Mom was busy, too, and several swords cut through the sky, and everyone accelerated their pace. I was shocked. My mother seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "It's okay. Lei Gong doesn't beat good people." Smile at me. I smile unnaturally. There are several thunders again, and the prelude to the rainstorm is coming to an end. I can't help urging my mother: "Come on! Will it rain heavily? "Mom was dragged downstairs in this dress. I just don't like her calm appearance and can't help complaining. " Mom, hurry up! It is going to rain! "Mom smiled:" Mom is old and can't walk. "When I saw my mother sweating, I couldn't help taking the clothes and quilts from my mother.
The sultry day is getting heavier and heavier, the sky is overcast and it's going to rain! I quickly helped my mother up, but when we reached the corner, it rained cats and dogs. The downpour drenched the mother and son. It is not so much rain as God splashing water. I put my clothes on my mother's head and was baptized by rain all over. Mother tried to push the clothes away, but I wouldn't. In a flash, I understood that when it rains, the umbrella is always by my side.
It's raining harder and harder, but we ... because there is a shelter in the rain.
Stories in the rain taught me to grow up. ...