If you want to ask who is best for you in this world? I think you will answer with one voice: "Mom is the best!" " "I thought so when I was a child, but I didn't know until I grew up that I was not the only mother in the world. Speaking of which, I can't help but think of something that happened that day.
It's winter, and the cold wind whistling outside the window makes the trees stagger. I sat by the window, shivering with cold, complaining that I shouldn't go out in such a hurry in the morning. I couldn't stand the cold and yawned. The teacher's eyes noticed me and came to me. When the teacher saw me wearing a thin light coat and only a pair of slippers, and my lips were blue with cold, he said nothing. He took off his coat and handed it to me, saying, "Put it on quickly!" " I quickly stood up and said, "no, teacher, I can't wear your clothes, or you will catch a cold!" " ""nothing, the teacher is strong, don't worry, come on, put it on! " The teacher helped me put on my coat as he spoke. My eyes are moist. At that time, I really wanted to say thank you to the teacher, but the words came to my mouth and I swallowed them. Although I am wearing a coat, I can't hide my endless thanks to my teacher!
When I returned my teacher's coat to her after school. Only to find that the teacher caught a cold. "Teacher, you ..." I said guiltily. The teacher turned around and saw me, and quickly stood up and said, "Nothing, it will be fine in a few days!" " "I nodded and returned my coat to the teacher. When I walked to the playground, the warm afterglow of the sunset shone on my face.
If you ask me who is the best in the world again, I will proudly answer: "Teachers are the best!" " " .
Outside the window, the wind blows silently, but in the Woods not far away, there are layers of waves, and the dark clouds in the sky are desperately pressed down, covering the sun tightly and not even letting go of a ray of light. A bird flew over, and its figure quickly flashed through the window and went straight to the gray sky, but its voice was a little unwilling to moan, just like I was in the window.
In the window, the teacher is commenting on the simulated test paper. That was two days before the final exam. Around the bright red fork on the test paper is a number: 104, a number that makes my forehead sweat, my heart feel guilty and my face blush. This is not my real level! I know all the problems of red cross judgment! On the podium, the teacher explained and told again and again, and it was constantly introduced to the ear. That voice is full of the teacher's kindness and hatred that iron will not produce. Yes, I practiced the topic countless times and explained the types countless times. It should be easy to get! Why is this happening? Every red fork is like a sharp arrow, which goes through the heart, but it happened that I inserted every arrow myself. The teacher's voice is as usual, but every word touches my sore spot, making my eardrums hum and sweat. I can't help thinking back to the day before. ...
Outside the window, the weather has begun to change, and there are dark clouds in the sky.
At the window, the teacher handed out the test papers. I don't know why, I didn't care at all that day, as if I was doing something that had nothing to do with myself. After answering the question in a hurry, I stared at the window in boredom until the bell rang and I didn't look at the paper again. ...
When my thoughts returned to the classroom, the teacher was still explaining, but I knew the real reason for my loss of points: I didn't know, I didn't understand, it was my own psychology. Think of a sentence I have read before: attitude determines everything. Yes, a person's attitude towards learning, whether positive or negative, whether motivated or indifferent, directly affects the quality of learning. This is not my true level, but my true attitude. I forced myself to make a negative textbook. Regret, like spider silk, fills the heart and is dusty and desolate. I made up my mind to renew my spirit and make new progress.
On the morning of the final exam, the rain that had been boring for several days finally rained, and "Sasha Vujacic" washed away the earth and swept away the boredom of the past. I walked into the examination room with a bright eye.
As time went on, I answered one question after another seriously. After you finish all the questions, check them over and over again.
I don't know when the light rain outside the window turned into pouring rain. "sasha vujacic" became "running". Rain is flowing in my ears, and my eyes are patrolling the test paper.
The exam time is coming, and the rain is getting smaller and smaller. The exam is over, and the dark clouds have also ended their venting. I don't know where they went. The blue sky is heavy and completely spread out in the sky. The sun also showed a long-lost smiling face. It turns out that they have been here all the time. Dark clouds are only temporary blindness.
A few days later, the final grade was released, and my math score was full marks. Red ticking fills my heart like warm sunshine. But I know that the score has changed a meaning for me.
20xx 65438+ October, dense lead clouds, rare wind and rain, blue sky in Ming Che and warm sunshine tell me. In fact, success is always there, as long as we overcome the clouds in our hearts and keep an enterprising attitude. You will definitely gain the power to moisten, you will definitely see the sun through the clouds, and you will definitely see the sunshine shining.
On that day, the sun was so warm. On that day, my heart was so quiet and clear.
The third article of the sixth grade good composition is finished! I really want to shout and let the whole world know the news. . Really tired, I want to rest, hehe, I am too lazy. .
I don't know when I became so optimistic. I won't complain that I didn't do well in the exam If I don't care, I can forget my bad mood without a trace. . Thanks to my sister Jiang, she makes me so happy.
In fact, I am still a little worried about the exam, mainly for fear of disappointing many people: father, mother, grandfather, ex-brother, history teacher. . Among them, my father and my ex-brother are most afraid, and I have always felt sorry for their failure in the exam. . Then I was very stressed and tired, so tired that I really wanted to stay in bed and think nothing, and then I fell asleep and fell asleep all the time. ...
Oh, that's funny to think of. I almost fainted in the examination room today. . I just feel that my brain is blank, and then I feel dizzy, sweating all the time, and my waist is particularly sour. . But it's a good thing I didn't pass out, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
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Well, from now on, don't think about exams, think about holidays. . The long-awaited three-day holiday, no homework at all, a full 4320-minute holiday. . Enjoy it. .
Sister Jiang, Xianer, Qi, I don't know why I thought of you. In short, with you, I feel very happy, satisfied and happy. . Me. Dear brother and sister, and sister. . No ... brother ... Really? ..... suddenly thought of a name: Zhou Hechun. . I'll call you Brother Chun, and the elder sister Jiang in front of me is called Brother Chun. It's the same person anyway, hehe. .
Well, I'm Chun Ge and Chun Jie. . Tang Xiaoxian and Geng children's shoes. . Two friends named Qiqi. . I want everyone to be together, shouting and laughing impudently, haha, nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. In the world, only we are left. .
Anyway, I'm so happy now, I don't think about anything. ...
In a good mood. Everything is fine. .
A good composition in grade six. Throughout the year, changes are constant, and new things are constantly changing and increasing. Near autumn, the trend of peaches has receded, and grapes have become popular fruits again. This summer vacation, my uncle and aunt and I went to my grandmother's house, the mountain full of grapes, and really experienced the joy brought by the harvest.
In the morning, the yellow sun Ran Ran rises, illuminating the sky and the earth. The morning sunshine gives people a soft and warm feeling. The three of us went up the mountain, and grandparents were already waiting at home.
Tools for picking grapes have been prepared in advance: scissors, small plastic buckets, gloves and aprons as I suggested. For the first time, I just want to use gloves and aprons, just in case!
Grapes nowadays are mostly turquoise. A bunch of grapes are triangular, from thick to thin, from many to few. There is always only one small grape at the bottom, and there are always the most grapes at the top.
Start picking grapes! In fact, picking grapes is not as good as "cutting grapes". Grandpa "shot" first! He picked up scissors, separated the fruit from the vine, touched it up along the vine, leaving a section as a handle, and only heard a "click" sound, and a bunch of beautiful grapes were picked!
Pale blue grapes with slightly purple skins; The cyan handle is from coarse to fine, the main handle is the thickest, long and short handles grow around the main stem, and grapes are hung on the thin handle. Small, round and crystal clear grapes are really like a string of pearls, small and moving.
Grandpa picked several strings in succession, and they were all cut neatly and beautifully.
My hands and feet itch, too Pick it up like grandpa. When I choose, I want to pick the biggest and most beautiful bunch of grapes.
Looking around, I finally found one who passed the initial inspection. I shook the scissors and caught the long vines hanging from the grapes. As soon as the scissors are closed, I will cut them hard. Hey, it's too thick to cut! I cut it again and cut one.
I was so angry that I stuck the vine with scissors, and while cutting it, I tried to turn it around. I thought I could succeed this time, but I got smarter and made mistakes, and the result got worse and worse. The vines split and the grapes were scattered all over the floor. I was in a hurry and made a mess of the garden.
Until the sunset glow appeared, there was a blush on the horizon, and the deep red rosy clouds shone on the grapes. Grapes seem to have fallen into a five-color dish, sticky and with many colors. I have a wonderful feeling.
It feels good to be in touch with nature! This grape picking can be said to be a full load. Everyone has a good (h m 4 o) harvest, and I also have a good (h ao) harvest because I am happy!
The fifth article of a good composition in grade six is the beauty of snowflakes, flying northwards; Manzhouli, my home; Little friends, come here quickly; Praise your hometown Manzhouli!
My hometown, Manzhouli, is located in the border of the motherland, beside the Dalai Lama, known as the "Guanghan Wonderland", on the western edge of Hulunbeier Grassland, bordering on Russia's post-Baikal Lake, and is a world-famous port city. People from all over the motherland will choose to visit here and appreciate the exotic customs. People who come here are full of praise: "This is really a picturesque place!"
With the opening of the port, the economy of Manzhouli has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Walking in the street, Russian private cars can be seen everywhere, filled with goods from China. Walking in the street, almost half of them are Russians. They were carrying big bags and small bags, talking and laughing in the street, and they returned home with goods from China. On the railway line, the train is full of Russian goods and transported from Russia to Manzhouli. Russia's timber, automobiles, iron ore and jade are countless. The rapid economic development in Manzhouli has improved people's living standards.
Manzhouli has not only developed rapidly in economy, but also changed greatly in environment. Low and shabby old houses have long been replaced by novel and chic Gothic buildings. At that time, the muddy ancient roads had disappeared, and wide expressways crisscrossed and extended in all directions. On the asphalt road, the traffic is endless. Beautiful doll square, solemn national gate and fitness square located in urban residential area enrich the cultural connotation of the city, which is amazing! Whenever night falls, Manchuria becomes a world of light, a sea of light, and a brilliant place.
Manzhouli is becoming more and more beautiful, and the degree of urban civilization is constantly improving. Today, Manzhouli has become a smart and civilized city in China, and volunteers wearing Little Red Riding Hood can be seen everywhere in the streets. They can assist the traffic police in directing traffic; Or help the elderly and disabled in nursing homes; Or shuttle through the community to clean up small advertisements. The flowers of civilization are blooming everywhere in this city, and red ribbons, green ribbons, yellow ribbons ... colorful ribbons are flying everywhere. The hospitable people of Manzhouli welcome guests and friends from all over the world and make you feel at home.
Manzhouli, my hometown! You are a shining star, standing in the northern part of the motherland; Manzhouli, my hometown! You are a bright moon, emitting soft moonlight; Manzhouli, my hometown! You are the rising sun, emitting dazzling light! Manzhouli, let the world sit up and take notice of you-who says my hometown is good?
Every time I sit on the bus, I see the uncle of the People's Liberation Army wearing a military cap and uniform, so touching memories will always come to my mind.
It was a morning of last winter vacation, and I went to my grandmother's house by car alone. The cold wind blew across my face like a sharp knife. Although it is morning, the station is already crowded. After waiting for a while, the bus came and a large group of people got on it. The bus was crowded with people. After several stops, the crowded people got off one after another. There are fewer and fewer people on the bus, and I feel colder and colder.
Another stop. At this time, I saw an uncle of the People's Liberation Army wearing a military cap, a military uniform and a pair of heavy eyebrows, holding a white-haired grandmother on the bus. I think: this old lady should be the mother of uncle of the People's Liberation Army. He bought two tickets and arranged for the old lady to sit in the front seat and stand by her window. After a while, I saw his face and hands red with cold.
After several stops, the old lady said to the PLA uncle, "Comrade PLA, thank you very much today. I'm getting off. " "Aunt, don't thank me. Be careful. " Uncle of the People's Liberation Army said. I was surprised to see this. Isn't aunt the mother of uncle PLA? I'm Zhang Er, a monk. I can't figure it out. After a few more stops, the PLA uncle also got off.
Shortly after the car started, suddenly, a strong cold wind blew head-on. I looked in the direction of the wind, and I was shocked. I saw a big hole in the glass window where the PLA uncle was standing. I suddenly realized, oh! It turned out that the uncle of the People's Liberation Army blocked the biting cold wind with his own body.
Although this matter has passed, the tall image of the PLA uncle always comes to my mind.
My vision is over 300 degrees. Because class is inconvenient, you should wear a pair of glasses, but a pair of glasses costs hundreds of dollars! This is not a small sum. Think about how hard it is for parents to go to work every day to make money. Because my eyesight bothers my parents again, I will become a godless child. I really want to have a good eyesight!
Once in an exam, I wrote an application problem, and suddenly an application problem could not be removed. At this time, someone raised his hand in response to the teacher's question. After a while, the teacher wrote the correct topic on the blackboard, said a question on the blackboard and continued to correct our homework. I looked up, but I couldn't see what was written on the blackboard. At this time, I am like an ant on hot bricks. At last, when I handed out the paper, the teacher criticized me because I couldn't see the topic clearly, and only I made a mistake because I copied it wrong.
Through the last lesson, I still have a pair of glasses, but they are not good
I can't wear glasses all the time, because it will make me dizzy and my eyes black, and the doctor says that the more I wear glasses, the more serious my myopia will be. I try to reduce the number of times and time I wear it.
Once in class, my glasses suddenly hurt badly. My eyes are hazy, I feel a little dizzy, my mind is blank, and I can't listen to anything. It's a waste of time to attend classes like this. I don't remember what the teacher said. Over time, the results fell behind.
My eyesight is seriously declining. If it takes a long time, I will probably lose my light and live in darkness forever. I will definitely watch less TV and play less computer in the future.
The feeling of myopia is really bad. It caused me a lot of trouble. I really want to have good eyesight.
When I was 8 years old, I had an inexplicable resistance to loneliness. I always like to go to busy places. The elder said the child was really noisy. I don't know, I'm just afraid that a monster named loneliness will take root in my heart.
Loneliness is an indescribable emotion, at least when I was young. It came and went without a trace. It can quietly occupy your heart without you knowing it, make you feel difficult to breathe, and it can suffocate you.
It is because I feel terrible loneliness that I dare not face it. Only when we find that we can do nothing about loneliness will we reject loneliness. People are all the same, afraid of the unknown.
A little longer, although I don't hate loneliness very much, I don't like this feeling either. Just seal it in the corner of my heart, don't let it slip out and erode my mood. Therefore, I try my best to make friends just to make myself look less lonely.
Then, when I grew up, I began to try to get in touch with loneliness and the feeling that once scared me. After all, people always have to be mature.
Gradually, I began to feel lonely, savoring its bitterness and falling in love with it. A person who meditates quietly will feel lonely. After all, no one can accompany you all your life, and one day you will part ways at the crossroads of life.
Tasting loneliness and enjoying loneliness is also a major topic in life.
Finally, I want to say that loneliness is actually quite good.
Learning is just two words, anyone can! And studying hard is not so easy!
I have been promoted to the sixth grade this year, and I find that my burden has become heavier. More homework, faster lectures and more exercise are just the second problem. Just this year, I am about to face a problem that bothers me very much-that is, my junior high school. Although we can all go directly to junior high school, the junior high school of our students is Quancheng Middle School.
As early as the fifth grade, I heard that Quancheng Middle School had a bad reputation, and my mother wanted me to go to another school. But the family is not rich, and the money earned is only enough for one month. How can you give me the fee for choosing a school? That's for myself. But you know, it's easy to get into a school, but what about a prestigious school? Is it that simple? None of the people who were admitted to these prestigious schools again paid a painful price! And god still won't give me a chance. But how can a person like me who has never worked hard at all be admitted? But if I don't pass the exam, are there any parents who are sorry to raise me?
Every time I go upstairs alone, the schoolbag on my back seems to roll me down, but I can't roll it down, let alone drag my schoolbag, so I can only stick to it silently until the end. But sometimes my parents tell us to hurry up, even faster than anyone else, which makes me feel heavier. Only I can understand this kind of heaviness. When we really climbed upstairs, looking back, we felt that our lives were worth it; But if you roll down, looking back, the value of your life is only to encourage others!
So you can only listen to the experience of these experienced people, go to school slowly, take a break when you are tired, and don't insist on it, but you are the one who gets hurt in the end!
10, a good composition in the sixth grade, a popular saying among the people: lying can cover your teeth. -inscription
I remember when I was a child, every time my parents exposed me to lying, my elders always told me seriously: Don't lie, or you will be covered up. After listening to my parents' warning, I felt very scared, although I was still young and didn't know what braces were. But what do braces look like? Will braces become ugly? But I'm still scared and worried. Because it seems bad to listen to what my family said at that time. Just willy-nilly, determined not to lie. I didn't realize until now that what parents said was a lie to their children. Their purpose is to make children grow up not to tell lies and become honest people.
With the growth of age, now, I know that telling lies will not cover my teeth. So I gradually began to lie to my parents.
I clearly remember one day in the third grade of primary school, when it was overcast and raining cats and dogs. I was in a bad mood, and the homework assigned by the teacher that day was many and difficult. I feel bored! But the teacher has been urging me to study. I am completely depressed, but I dare not take it out on the teacher. I have to lose my temper with the tools in my class. I threw them aside and ignored them, then covered my head and cried on the table. I didn't want to go to school at that time, but I didn't expect to learn to be careful of being criticized by my parents. Then, a strange idea came to my mind.
I pretended to be dizzy and deliberately let my deskmate notice, and then my deskmate asked me what was wrong. I was in a daze, so I whispered to my deskmate that I was dizzy. Then tell the teacher quickly! I shook my head. At this moment, my impatient deskmate suddenly stood up and ran to the teacher's office to tell the teacher about me. As soon as I looked up, the teacher asked me: If you are really uncomfortable, I will call my parents! Call your parents to school and take you to see a doctor. I said helplessly: good. But I am very happy and can finally go home. After a while, my mother came and led me out to open an umbrella. Only then did I find that my mother only brought an umbrella. My mother said that she was too flustered and took two umbrellas before going out. At this time, I felt a little ashamed. On the way to the clinic, my mother almost hit me with the whole umbrella, but she was soaked to the skin like a drowned rat. At the clinic, my mother sneezed a few times. I knew my mother had a cold, but I lied to my mother that I was dizzy. That day, my mother also took medicine, but it didn't work. Finally, she got a needle. Looking at the long and sharp needle inserted in my mother's body, my heart seems to have been pricked by the needle. It turns out that my mother suffered so much because of my lies.
From then on, I was completely awakened, although my parents said: lying will cover my teeth, and I will be honest for the sake of my children. Even if you don't know this, you shouldn't lie. Be an honest and trustworthy person.
Because so is heaven.