Of all my cousins, I like getting along with Sister Ying best.

The baby sounds like she likes her best. How can I describe it? Like a spring in the mountains. Crispy and pure. Take a sip, sweet, natural breath, and make your whole body comfortable!

In your mind, equate such a sweet voice with a good girl.

During the winter vacation, I went to Sister Ying's house for a few days. She is now a sophomore, and grandma is afraid that her homework is too heavy to bear, so she cooks a big bowl of white fungus and red jujube soup to make up for her health, and I have the honor to taste grandma's craft. Well, the dates are good and the soup is delicious. But this tremella is not cooked at all! But looking at grandma's expectant eyes, I still tried very hard to swallow the tremella. Grandma happily took the bowl with a bottom and said, "My rain money is really good!" " "Originally wrinkled face suddenly smiled. Then she took another bowl to bring one to my sister, and my sister pouted when she did her homework.

But grandma lets her sister eat everything she says. But my sister just won't eat it. Grandma can't play hardball when she sees softness, and it will take them a long time to play hardball. When I went in, my grandmother said "love to eat or not" and left. However, my sister calmly turned down the deafening music and playfully made a victory gesture to me.

What should I do? I have an impulse to be her sister! I'm eighteen, and I still like Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. I don't think she is naive, but I am speechless about her performance.

"Too funny, sister, come and see!" She danced excitedly, revealing two deep dimples. To be honest, I think her dimples are much more beautiful than pleasant goat and big wolf. Seeing that I ignored her, I read her cartoons angrily again.

In fact, I am eager to be like Sister Ying. Laugh if you want, and cry if you want. In front of her, I feel that all inexplicable sadness seems to be unfounded.

I will always be attracted by her doll-like voice, personality and doll-like simplicity!

Growing up, I have been bathed in the warmth from my family, but what I remember most is what happened at the dinner table.

One night, it was very late after school, and I hurried home. A big table of rice was placed in front of me, which made me feel very warm. Put down the bag and run to the table to eat. In this cold winter, there is a delicious meal as soon as I get home. What a happy thing!

Pick up chopsticks, and grandma helps dad with vegetables. A beautiful smile appeared on dad's face. But dad doesn't eat. He slowly picked up the food and gave it to his mother. At the moment when his eyes crossed, there was no language, no sound. He just smiled at each other. Everything is so quiet, quiet and beautiful. Breathing shuttles back and forth in the air. Against the starry sky in the evening, it is so charming. I chuckled. To my surprise, my mother picked up chopsticks and gently picked up the dishes, put them in my bowl and drew a beautiful arc. This is not just an ordinary dish, but the deep love of the family! A harmonious and beautiful atmosphere shuttles through the air. It's quiet at home, and I silently understand the love of my family. In this cold winter, my heart is always warm.

That night, I learned about the love of my family and tasted the dishes bearing love.

Writing a mountain of homework at home at night, bored to doze off. Suddenly, I heard a thunderous roar, which frightened me. A cool breeze blew, accompanied by pattering footsteps. Mom, I shouted, but what appeared in front of me was a pair of big shining eyes and golden hair. I looked at it blankly, very charming, master, master. Master, you are broken, you are broken. Have you forgotten all your little wings? Thank me for being kind to you, and I will never talk to you again! I suddenly thought of watching TV today. The wings above are aliens, which can help people realize many wishes. I was a little excited at once and didn't think so much. I ordered him to finish my homework. At this time, a miracle appeared, only his eyes turned blue instantly, and I finished my homework in a short time, and my handwriting was very neat. I smiled, laughing happily. ...

Time to get up, slacker. Mother's voice came from the dim light. It turned out that it was just a dream, but this dream expressed my dream. I wish the teacher wouldn't assign so much homework.

Diary of Grade Seven: It's raining cats and dogs outside the window. Raindrops beat against the glass outside the window. Sitting at the window, I remembered that touching and unforgettable scene again.

"Hua, Hua" outside the classroom, I don't know what it is raining cats and dogs, like pouring down. I looked out of the window unconsciously when I was in class seriously, thinking: when will this damn heavy rain stop? Even students with raincoats will get soaked when they go home, not to mention that I didn't bring my raincoat today. In the next half class, I looked casually at the corridor outside the classroom. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the corridor. I saw the figure come to the door of our classroom in a hurry, and then appeared at the door of our classroom. At this time, the teacher and the students who are giving lectures seriously look at the classroom door. Outside the door stood a middle-aged woman who was wet by the rain. The rain ran down her slender hair to her heels, her face was pale with cold and her body trembled from time to time. Maybe she was embarrassed by so many students. She said loudly, "Teacher, I'm Huang's mother. I'm here to send her a raincoat! " "Hearing this sentence, my heart can't help being shocked. I asked myself: Is this my mother? Did I hear you wrong? I didn't know that the middle-aged woman standing at the door of the classroom was really her mother until the teacher looked at me. I couldn't sit still any longer, and my legs unconsciously walked to the door of the classroom. At this moment, my eyes were moist, and tears kept spinning in my eyes. When I walked beside my mother, her mother took out a raincoat from her pocket. I reached out and took it. At this moment of contact, I touched my mother's cold hand. I couldn't bear it any longer, and tears rushed out of the defense. My mother reached out her cold hand and stroked my head. She said softly, "Go back to class quickly, and don't delay the teacher's class. "Mom is very good and in good health!" I nodded and dried my tears. In a blink of an eye, my mother's familiar back disappeared in the torrential rain. ...

It is still raining cats and dogs outside the window. Beads as big as beans are still banging on the glass outside the window, and my tears blurred my eyes, because that time was the most touching and unforgettable one for me.

This afternoon, I had nothing to do at home, so I picked up a math extracurricular reading and read it. See such a topic: Xiaohong wrote a seven-digit number, three eights and four zeros. When Xiaohong read this number, her grandmother only heard Xiaohong read two zeros. Ask Xiaohong what this number might be.

I thought hard, thought over and over again, and finally came up with four different answers in order. The four different answers are: 8080800, 8080080, 8080008, 8000808.

From this topic, I understand that no matter what topic you do, you can't just be satisfied with coming up with an answer. Only by considering problems comprehensively and orderly and developing good thinking habits can we really learn mathematics well.

Seventh grade diary article 6 flowers in the rain fold your umbrella; Someone calls you; Someone sewed you a new schoolbag; Someone has sharpened your new pencil for school. Ah ... that man is you and that man is my father. Looking at the world outside the window through the glass, the rain is as heavy as the milky way in the sky, pouring down from the horizon! It's raining harder and harder, and I don't know when it will stop. Looking at the world outside the window, I can't help but feel a little worried, but even the heavy rain can't stop me from going home. I will run in this heavy rain. I don't think my father will come back to pick me up because it is raining too hard outside. The heavy rain outside the window has not stopped, but it is getting bigger and bigger ... The car is driving faster and faster, and it will arrive at the station soon. This is what I saw through the window. I saw a man standing outside.

Short, bent, standing in the rain, wearing a military green raincoat and holding a blue and white flower folding umbrella, he leaned out and looked around as if waiting for something. Look! He's watching us. I vaguely thought this was my old father, but the idea was immediately dismissed. Because of the heavy rain, my father won't pick me up, but how I wish that person was my father! DuDu ... When the school bus stopped. I'm at the station. I should get off. Just as I was about to run home at high speed, a familiar voice stopped me behind me! Daughter, this is your umbrella. The man standing in the rain, that man is my father-I am holding a flower folding umbrella, and suddenly I feel that this umbrella is so heavy, so heavy ... I am holding the only flower folding umbrella, and my father is wearing that thin military raincoat. I walked in the back and my father walked in the front. Seen from a distance, my father is not as tall as me. I don't know when my father's back is bent, when his black hair is covered with white hair, and when his father is old. Maybe; My father is really not as young as before. Maybe he can't carry me like he did when he was a child. But the flower folding umbrella in dad's hand will never change like before! Someone will always hold up that folding umbrella for me in the rain. Now I have grown up, but my father is getting old. What time is it? Time has given me youth and beauty, but left my father with white hair.

Diary of Grade Seven The life of Grade One seems like a blink of an eye, and the time of Grade One has passed away inadvertently. Life has passed like running water, and junior high school life has come to an end. My life in the first day of junior high school is like a suite, stepping on the changing black keys white keys day after day, with sonorous trumpets, heroic shepherds' flutes, clear violins' quartets and short and deep cello notes.

The first day was red and full of passion. When I first arrived here, I felt fresh about everything around me and the new team was full of energy. The teacher's innovative teaching makes us feel refreshed, and the young dolls of the students always have smiles on their faces. In the face of that kind of relaxation, my troubles and worries seem so small. Although the exam is not ideal, I think there will be many exams in the future and plenty of opportunities to prove myself. After studying for seven years, I really realized the importance of time. Looking back now, time is simply a flood, which makes you panic. Get up in a hurry every day, finish everything in a hurry, and go to school in a hurry. Everything is a quick shot.

The pain of trudging in the ocean of learning is also the joy after getting good grades. How many times have you tasted the pain of failure before you get the joy of success? But it is this bitterness and joy that makes every step on the road firm and meaningful. The first day is "black", but there are also birds and flowers. The bitterness of junior high school, but more is the naive romance of teenagers. ...

In the face of complex things, people always consciously disguise themselves. Camouflage has a hard shell to protect yourself, and you should learn to be tactful in interpersonal relationships. They dare not do what they want to do, nor dare they do that. Gradually, in the choice of environment, I lost my nature, and my disguised face showed familiarity but I didn't know the original face.

I live a muddled life and get along with people carefully, always worrying about how not to be misunderstood. Breathing the dirty air in the sky, holding an entertainment magazine to lament the injustice of life and complain about dissatisfaction with life. Laugh at someone's anecdote and talk about interesting things happening around him; I blamed my poor grades on my mother, who is a teacher, and I was criticized that my parents didn't care enough about me.

Accidentally picked up the previous "Birds", in the sun, in the flower gallery, trying to absorb the essence of the text, looking up at the sky, only to find that I was just a walking corpse in disguise. "If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars." I realized that my true self is just a silent girl who likes books. It is more important than any disguise to know that you really like yourself from the heart.

Find yourself, find the lost and broken shadow among the flowers and plants in the grass, piece together the original appearance with the memory of time, and listen attentively without words.

Find yourself and embrace the sky. Find your original self, not afraid of the future, not confused about the present.

Today's dawn, dew on the grass is shining in the morning light. The wind blew slightly and dried the dew. Butterflies are also greedily sucking pollen. At this moment, a lovely little girl came with big eyes and a delicate bow on her head. I am very happy to see the beautiful butterfly. She ran to play with butterflies. However, as soon as the butterfly saw her, it was like seeing a nemesis, and then it disappeared.

"Whoops ..." The little girl began to cry. "What's the matter with you?" At this time, the little boy who was playing football saw the little girl crying and asked. "Butterflies don't play with me!" The little girl said sadly. "Never mind, butterflies are afraid of strangers, just take them back and raise them for two days!" The little boy comforted. "Well, thank you!" The little girl stood up and ran back.

After a while, the little girl ran back with an extra net in her hand. "Fluttershy, come to my house to play!" "The girl cried innocently. Seeing that the butterfly was about to be caught, the little girl quickly turned away. Oh, a ball will pass by you. If it falls in front, it will definitely break. The little girl thought. Just then, the little girl quickly caught the ball with the net. The little boy came over and said, "Thank you! But I scared your butterfly away, but don't worry, I'll get it for you right away. " "No, I want to understand now." The little girl smiled and said that nature is their home and their mother. I can't take love from my mother's arms. "

"Well, let's get them back!" "good!" Two innocent voices echoed in nature, echoing.

On Monday morning, a No.6 bus sped from a distance, and people scrambled to get on it.

People often say that we should respect the elders, but the elderly should also respect and care for the younger generation. "I am an old man, shouldn't you give me your seat?" An old man shouted at the top of his voice. The old man's voice echoed on this originally small bus.

"I'm sorry, it's not that we don't respect you. It's just that he was discharged from the hospital after the operation and it's not convenient to give up his seat." A young girl said.

Without giving them a chance to explain, the old man punched the young man. The young man sat on the ground, clutching his stomach. The young woman panicked at first sight. He said to the old man, "then we won't take this seat." Let you have it. Stop fighting, will you? " She was about to cry, and the old man sneered and said, "I don't want this seat either, but I must educate you for your parents." No tutor! "The old man ungrateful, but worse. The old man's behavior caused public outrage, but because he was an old man, everyone could only pretend not to see it.

"I am an elder. As soon as I got on the bus, you should give me your seat. It's inconvenient for me to stand alone, "the old man said, and the woman sobbed and nodded." This old man is unbelievable. Does he really think he's gone too far? I thought silently.

The old man kept talking all the way, saying that the young man was sallow and the woman kept sobbing. At this moment, the old man suddenly said, "Why, I was wrong about you? I'm quite right. You should correct your mistakes. " The young woman nodded.

The young man's wound has not healed yet, and the pain is excessive at this time. The young couple got off the bus halfway. Now the old man is still mumbling.

People think that only the younger generation should respect their elders, which is one-sided. People should respect each other, and the world can be better.