There is a bright red light in the bowl. What a beautiful "agate". Pick up one gently, look carefully, and see another water world through cherry red.
Cherry, a word that stands for everything, opened the box of my memory and reminded me of my friends in my hometown and the past.
A good rain ushered in summer. After greedily tasting the wine given by nature, the cherry's face turned red and the flesh was as sweet as wine. At this time, we will be busy!
While adults were not paying attention, while it was still dark, some older people were carrying buckets, some were carrying pots, some younger people were carrying cups, some were carrying bags, and approached the cherry tree carefully, and no one dared to make a sound.
Under the tree, everyone acted quickly. The tall man tore off the tall branches with one hand (most of the red cherries were on the tall branches), and with the other hand, he unequivocally picked the cherries one by one and threw them into barrels and pots. The short man can only look at the red cherry on the highland and try to jump a few times, out of reach. In the end, they can only do their work in a "quiet way". But those little people who are only three or four years old are all jumping and screaming. You know, they can't even reach the shortest branch. Therefore, in addition to admiring their brothers and sisters' good bodies, they have to hurry, but the most important thing is to wait and share the spoils with us brothers and sisters.
If I see these scenes on the windowsill now, I will laugh at those little people in my heart, but looking back, I wonder if I used to be like this. Maybe more interesting than them. That's the truth.
When stealing cherries, we were nervous and excited, but we were afraid to laugh out loud and be found out.
The owner of the cherry tree once scolded us and tried to let her dog "bite" us. Although the dog is lazy, thin and tied, our childish little heart has been pounding, fearing that the dog's sharp teeth will really dig into its own flesh.
Later, the owner of the cherry tree stopped "bombing" us, and even helped us tear off the top branches when we were "fighting". But we still like to quietly come under the tree as before, quietly fill pots and pans, quietly carry cherries and leave with sweet hearts.
Put a cherry in your mouth slowly, hold it carefully, and then chew it up. Sour and sweet juice flows through your throat like a cool mountain spring. After that, your mouth smells of cherries.
There are as many red cherries as there are my childhood happiness and happiness.
Someone said, "Good spring, look at those beautiful flowers." Others said: "Good summer, you can eat ice cream." Others said, "Good autumn, how romantic the maple leaves fall." But I like winter best. Snow is beautiful, I can play!
Whenever it snows in winter, I step on the snow and look at the pure snow, how white and beautiful it is. I like to catch falling snowflakes. I tasted it when I was a child. In fact, it is tasteless. I always make a snowman in an open space that I have never stepped on. Speaking of making a snowman, I think of my childhood. That winter, when I was young, I first came into contact with snow, and I had the concept of snow in my mind, in vain. The snowman I saw for the first time was made by my father. I was very happy to see a snowman when I was a child. Now, when I grow up, I can make my own snowman. Although I feel a little cold, I am still very happy. However, my snowman is never as big as my father's. But after the pile, I always take a picture with the snowman. Mom usually watches me and dad make a snowman.
In fact, snowball fights are also very fun. I like to play with my friends. Not fast enough before. Now, I am ready to play with them in advance. However, because there are too many snowballs, my little hands are frozen stiff. Last year, before I entered junior high school, it was the last winter of primary school. The snow on the playground is thick and white, like a quilt. I really want to roll. Let's play with the snow. In laughter, we graduated, and the snow left us with beautiful memories.
How time flies! In a flash, I went to junior high school. It's the first winter in junior high school. Although it hasn't snowed yet, I've been looking forward to it. I hope to spend the first snowy day with my junior high school classmates and make good wishes in the snow together.
Snow is actually very artistic. It was so pure and white before it landed. It feels beautiful to stand in the snow. Looking at the vast white snow, you will unconsciously forget your troubles. Snow gives a pleasant feeling. Make a snowman, and you will feel no regrets this winter. The snow scene gives people a sense of tranquility. Close your eyes and feel the snow quietly. Snow is poetic. Sometimes I often think: winter has brought me this beautiful snow, and I am grateful for winter.
I love winter, although it is cold, it also indicates the arrival of spring; Although it is cold in winter, the snow it brings makes people feel happy; Although winter is cold, it brings beautiful snow scenes that are not available in the other three seasons.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the March thunder has come to us. And our Grade One (7) class also carried out some activities about "Lei Feng Spirit".
On March 2nd, all class cadres of Class 7, Grade 1 of our school came to Baoxin Nursing Home to carry out the activity of "learning from Lei Feng".
Everyone quietly came to the lobby of the nursing home, clean and tidy, giving people a comfortable feeling. And the old people are still taking a nap. We also take this opportunity to arrange some pots of flowers and plants we bought for the old people. Each pot has auspicious meanings, which can send our blessings to the old people, so as to recuperate and breathe the fresh air purified by flowers and plants. Secondly, we also bought some fresh fruits for the elderly. After washing, put them on the coffee table beautifully and neatly.
After all the work was ready, grandparents gradually woke up and came to the living room one after another. They were also very excited to see the gifts we carefully prepared for them.
Then, we sang "Blue and White Porcelain", "Where is the Time" and erhu performance for the old people. Not only that, Ruoxi, Yiyi and Jony J also cordially chatted with their grandmothers, bringing a little warmth to the old people.
This hour is short and happy. We bring happiness to the old people and return it to us with all kinds of beautiful feelings.
I think Lei Feng is probably such a great figure who gives warmth to others! "Learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds" is not only done on March 5th, but also this month. Every day, we should spread positive energy to the society and convey a fragrance of love!
"Practice the spirit of Lei Feng and spread excellent quality" Let's act immediately! ! !
Youth is like a meteor across the sky, which comes and goes quickly. Before I made a wish, the sky was calm. Youth is like a quietly blooming flower, which opens in spring and falls in autumn. Before the four seasons, it withered again ... youth, how short, short and suffocating.
I looked up and saw the wisteria outside the window, a sea of purple spots dotted with a little peach blossom red. Under the washing of the breeze, it looks dazzling. I'm busy studying on weekdays, but I just keep my head down. Now my empty trunk grows beautiful skin in winter.
However, I really don't deserve this beautiful scenery. Holding a failed math test paper in my hand, I felt sad and tears were spinning when I watched my classmates get good grades. I quickly put the test paper across the table, ran to the window, looked at the distance and looked up. Because of this, tears will not stop. In front of me is this vibrant wisteria, which is open and dancing with the beauty of life, and I am intoxicated again. I didn't wake up until the bell rang.
After class, teacher Wang called me out. I followed her to the garden. We walked and talked, "How did you do in math this time?" The teacher asked kindly. "failure." I said coldly. But the teacher was not surprised, but smiled and said, "Is it difficult for you to learn math?" I said, "A little." "Don't lose heart, there is still a long way to go before you do well in the exam. You should reflect, correct and strive for the next success. See that wisteria? " I followed the teacher's eyes.
"Is it beautiful?" "Beauty!"
"But, do you know how much effort this wisteria has made for this day? It takes root hard in order to absorb water; It grows desperately in order to make itself stronger. Even so, it has to survive a winter of loneliness to finally usher in this day. But when the autumn wind blows, it will fade out of people's sight. "
"Then why is it struggling?"
"Because it is going to bloom, let this beauty become eternal!"
I was shocked, yes, to blossom, to make this beauty eternal. At this point, I am no longer anxious. In order to blossom and bear fruit and make this beautiful forever, how can we give up because of failure?
"I understand, teacher, don't worry!"
The teacher smiled again. She looks so young and beautiful in the spring breeze. Like this blooming wisteria. Teacher, I will definitely remember your teaching in the spring, study hard, for flowering, for this eternal beauty!
Although the meteor is a flash, people will always remember the light that polished the sky; Although these flowers will eventually wither, they will be more prosperous and dense in the coming year ... Youth, though confused and gloomy, also shines with happiness.
This little thing of youth will always be treasured in my unspeakable life.
Looking at the starry sky in the distance, some are eye-catching and some are faint, but without exception, they all radiate the warmth of the market. I also have a star in my heart. Although its light is ordinary, it is my guide and source of strength. It's my fourth grade Chinese teacher, Miss Xiao.
Looking back now, she is a good teacher with knowledge and experience. She is not outstanding, but she always gives people a sense of solemnity and elegance. Miss Xiao has a mole on her mouth, and her mouth always rises slightly. A pair of obsidian eyes always reveal the light of wisdom. Her ear-length short hair and decent black overalls make her look serious.
Teacher Xiao is so strict. She is a person who can do what you can today, and she can't finish it. Slowly, all our classmates have developed the same habit as her-never put off till tomorrow what you can do today. For example, Mr. Xiao corrects the test paper on the same day after every exam, so he often comes home late. This spirit makes us admire.
Miss Xiao not only infected us with her rigorous attitude, but also promoted our growth with her rigorous teaching methods.
I remember that Mr. Xiao had a slender bamboo whip at that time, which was used to punish students who were not attentive in class and made mistakes in basic exams. Once our class failed in the exam, and I made several mistakes on the basic questions on the first page. I don't remember how Mr. Xiao criticized us at that time. I only remember that after class, Mr. Xiao asked our classmates who made mistakes in the basic questions to line up to "lead the war". As Mr. Xiao gave the order, most of the seats in the class were empty, and one by one, with their heads down, secretly planned to be beaten a few times, and all their legs trembled with fear. Soon, it was my turn. Teacher Xiao glanced at my paper and pulled up the bamboo whip around him. Before I knew it, it had fallen, leaving only burning pain. Fast, accurate and ruthless, this is the evaluation of the students. I don't know why I never hated her at that time, but I just liked a child's natural affinity for the teacher. Perhaps it is the strictness of Mr. Xiao that makes us form the good habit of taking exams seriously, thus improving the overall Chinese performance of our class and the academic performance of all subjects, and we have also gained something so far.
Looking up at the starry sky, the stars shine. Mr. Xiao's unforgettable rigor and strictness are my guide and source of strength, and Mr. Xiao is my eternal star!
The sky is getting dark, the cold wind is whistling, the dark clouds are pressing the city, and the city wants to destroy it. It began to rain, and the autumn rain was like smoke and fog, floating silently on the flowers. It's raining harder and harder, hitting the road as if playing a tune.
The rain gradually stopped and I walked in the street. The wind is still very cold. I shrank my neck and muttered, Why is it so cold? The cold wind blowing on my body is like an inexplicable chill, and my hands have begun to turn purple, and I can't dispel the chill on my body anyway.
I looked around and found a porridge shop next to a street. Although the shop is simple, it is clean and the walls are white. A small shop of 30 to 40 square meters has four tables. There is a bowl of brown sugar on the table and two lanterns hanging in front of the door. The porridge crystals in the casserole in front of the door are very attractive. People lined up at the door, and in front of me was a beggar. He stinks all over and makes people frown. When selling porridge, the shopkeeper handed it to him. You were cheated by the manager, but he said: I know, I handed him a bowl of porridge, paid for it and stood by and asked, why didn't you chase him, because I knew he was hungry, otherwise he wouldn't do such a thing, and I helped him with porridge and let him eat it once. Is this not good? I was silent.
Sitting on the table, brown sugar is added to the porridge, which turns red when stirred. It looks good. It tastes sweet and warm when eaten in one bite, but what makes me feel warm is a bowl of porridge and the manager's personality.
Looking at the busy figure of the manager, I said to myself: Thank you for your porridge, which made me taste the warmth and beautiful quality in porridge and let me know how to be a man.
Time flies at my fingertips, just like a moment. Thoughts fly back to the lost years and suddenly look back. There are too many concerns and concerns in my heart. Maybe it's because time has changed me. When I grow up and understand, my previous indifference will become my present concern. One sunny morning, I was lounging on the sofa, flipping through gossip magazines, and my mother was cleaning up the messy living room. Suddenly, my mother stopped her work and came to me. She seems to have something else in her hand, but I don't care. I'm still looking through the magazine in my hand. She said happily, "Look, daughter, this is a picture of you when you were a child!" " "I put the magazine aside, took the photos curiously, and then lost in thought. Opening the closed door of memory with a yellow key, I still clearly remember the picture of a woman holding a little girl and patiently and difficultly feeding her food, but the girl refused to eat all the time, muttering, "I don't eat, you go away ... I don't want you, you go away." The girl lost her temper, cried and made noise, grabbed the woman's messy black hair, grabbed her cheek with pointed nails, and dropped her bowl on the ground. Ah, that little girl who was not sensible in those days was me. That woman is my great mother. "Daughter, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? "Mom's words pulled me back from distant thoughts. I stared at my mother. Her forehead was covered with glittering and translucent sweat, her eyes were covered with wrinkles, her hair was no longer black, and her mother was no longer young. "Mom, you have changed. "I choked back tears and my voice was obviously choked." Really? Am I okay? "I bowed my head and was silent. I didn't dare to look straight at my mother and shed tears in front of her. At this time, I obviously feel a little sour in my heart, because I care. I'm afraid my mother will grow old because of me. I'm afraid of my mother's white hair. I care about my mother very much. ......
Time flies, taking away my mother's youth. My mother has changed. She is old. I never cared before, but I care now. Time is cruel and kind at the same time. Although it took away my mother's youth, it gave me growth and let me know how to care.
The pen tip of the excellent composition of Grade 7-8 touches the rice paper, and the ink seeps into the paper, and an ellipse appears on it. Then, two small circles with dots appear on the ellipse. With a stroke of a pen, dozens of slightly curved line segments were attached to both sides of the ellipse. After inking, a large amount of ink fills one third of the ellipse. Finally, with a stroke of a pen, lifelike ears, petite nose, smiling mouth and a vivid portrait of the teacher were drawn.
"Hu Yizhou, what do you draw? People are not ghosts! " Just as I was intoxicated with my rich imagination, I was suddenly awakened by an art teacher with a scowl on her face. The teacher pressed me in front of my "masterpiece" and shouted, "You call this a painting? The ink has seeped out, the hair is so thick that it covers half of the face, and the five senses are so horrible. Which one is a person? Is it clearly a ghost? " The students gathered together to look at it. They all burst out laughing. There is no such thing as a painting teacher.
I was forced by the teacher to check my homework, which was terrible. I painted the teacher as a virgin, with hair like a bird's nest, ears like a cattail leaf fan because of loose ink, mouth like a vampire's mouth and nose as big as a pig's nose. The last thing I should do is to write a portrait of the teacher on the side. No wonder the teacher is so angry. That's not my fault. I'm just a novice. The brush doesn't work in my hand at all, and I can't control the amount of ink. But is it excusable to draw badly?
The teacher was very angry, and the consequences were serious. The teacher not only gave me a low grade, but also asked me to draw a new one. Alas, it would be better if the name of the painting was changed to "mother".
The first day of March every year is very happy and joyful for me, because on this day, I was born. A new life came into this world. At that moment, my father, family and neighbors were all happy for my arrival, but now I understand how painful my birth was for my mother. Maybe we men will never understand, but we know in our hearts that this kind of pain is heartbreaking.
When we were still in mom's belly, she couldn't sleep well, couldn't eat well, and vomited everything she ate. She can't turn over, do sports or do any activities when she sleeps. How much does it cost to walk with us for more than ten kilograms every day? We don't know, but we can vaguely estimate that it is at least five times that of normal people, which is still the smallest estimate.
Birthdays mean nothing to me. My previous expectation was to have a big meal and a big cake on my birthday, and then the day passed. Of course, I also expect my friends and brothers to give me gifts. I get some presents every year, which is when I am very happy.
I am very happy on my birthday this year. But my father says my birthday is my mother's day. Hearing this sentence, I suddenly fell silent. I don't know what to say, thinking, yes! I forgot this. My mother was in great pain when I was born. I'm not happy. I feel sorry for my mother. My mother has done so much for me, even though she has not suffered so much in her life. She suffered for ten months to give birth to me. Even the prisoners in the toughest prison in China suffer so much every day. At least they can kill themselves. But what about mom? She can't do this, and she doesn't want to do it.
On the other hand, we only know that we ask our parents for gifts, clothes and food on our birthdays. Is it true that you don't care about your parents at all and threaten your parents to buy something for yourself with your birthday?
So from now on, we should not only have a good birthday, but also learn to be considerate of our parents and not embarrass them. We should study hard. Please remember that your birthday is a difficult day for your mother's mother!