At night, I don't know why, but I feel a little bored, so I turn on the TV and watch it boring.
"Have you finished your homework? Watch TV every day! " Oh, my God, here we go again. "Look at your paper, you will get some points. How dare you watch TV? You are in the sixth grade, I always say so ... "I let out a cry and slammed the door, leaving my unconscious mother alone in the living room, locked herself in the cabin and fell asleep. If I were a mother, I wouldn't be such a nagging mother!
Suddenly, I was a little surprised. Hey! Why am I old, wearing high heels, a flowered skirt and an apron? How did mom become as young as me and jump? Oh! It seems that my mother and I have switched places. In this case, I must let her know how to be a "non-nagging mother".
I was cooking in the kitchen when she whooshed in, picked up a piece of ham and put it in her mouth. I was about to say "hand washing is really unsanitary", but I remembered that I said I would be a "mother who doesn't nag."
I'm really tired after a busy day. After dinner, I just sat on the sofa and wanted to have a rest. I saw her put down her work and shut herself in a small room without saying a word. "How so lazy! So big, you shouldn't help me wash the dishes! " I thought so in my heart, but I had to stand up and drag my tired body to wash the dishes.
I put on my apron and turned on the washing machine. I was just about to wash clothes. Without saying a word, she took out a lot of clothes from the hut: "help me wash them." I'm going out for a while, goodbye! " I can only lose my temper at the empty room.
At ten o'clock in the evening, she hasn't come back yet. I was so anxious that I called one phone after another, but I couldn't find her anywhere. "It's so late, where did she go? Will something happen? Please don't have an accident! Why don't you come back? " Finally, she came back. "Where have you been? What if you don't tell your family when you come back so late? You are not young, why do you always make people worry ... "I couldn't help it and yelled at her. "I'm not good?" She slammed the door and shut herself in the cabin. "bang!"
With a door ringing, I woke up and returned to reality. Mother pushed the door and came in. "Why don't you sleep so late? Still playing with your temper? If I say anything to you, you won't stand it. Aren't you satisfied? You are in the sixth grade. Go on like this every day, okay I said you didn't do it for your own good ... "I didn't speak, just looked at my mother and smiled. I finally understand my mother's nagging, my ignorance, and the deep maternal love behind nagging. "Thank you, Mom!" "?" Mom looked blank.
With my mother's love, I slept soundly.
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Corn piaoxiang
The weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao. The rain fell on the ground, like the sound of bamboo, and the bitterness was relieved. But it's not like falling to the ground, but falling in my heart. The sky is gray and my heart is heavy. Standing in front of the windowsill watching the continuous rain, I feel very depressed and really don't know how to go back after school.
The rain left no hope for people. I complained, not knowing whether to rush home or wait for my mother. At that time, the two ideas were intertwined and my mind was in chaos. I shook my head with all my strength and continued to wait.
The wind is blowing, and everything in front of us is wet with rain. The wind blows on my face, and my heart is half cold. I was disappointed to see others being picked up by their parents one after another. Most likely, mom won't come. I thought like this and rushed into the rain curtain.
Bean-sized raindrops fell on my face, slipped by, but disappeared instantly. I really want to rack my brains to brew a hateful sentence and teach her a good lesson.
I don't know how long it took, but my warm home finally appeared in front of me. As for how I came back, I don't know myself. My heart is full of grievances and anger, and I really want to catch someone and beat them up.
When I entered the room, I found my mother was not at home. It seems that I misunderstood her. I began to get restless.
"Click-"Mom came back, soaked to the skin, and the rain kept dripping on the ground. My mother came over and touched my head and said softly, "You have been clamoring for corn recently. Grandpa asked me to get it yesterday, but it rained heavily and not much. Mom will cook it for you. " That tone is very soft.
After that, my mother quickly peeled and washed the corn. I saw the bean-sized rain dripping down her pale cheeks, dripping on her feet, and flowing from her shoes full of rain to a pool of water at her feet. Mom's eyes are so focused, as if she is completing a great mission. In a flash, I felt the air condense into a ball, and I could only hear my excited heartbeat and my mother's gasp.
"Come on, Mom, pick a big one for you!" As soon as the corn was cooked, my mother picked a tender and fresh one and handed it to me. Chewing crispy corn, I felt a warm current in my heart, and I felt an unspeakable but touching warmth and affection around me.
Yes, my mother's love, like this burst of corn fragrance, floated into my heart, floated into my memory and warmed my heart.
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It's late at night, I'm still sitting by the window alone, looking at the night sky thoughtfully, which often causes me to daydream about the scenery.
Now, I'm not interested at all. I think of teacher Shi's smiling face. When I raised my pen, the tip of the pen jumped on the paper. I was inspired to write today's composition-"Praise my teacher".
Teacher Shi's vision is commendable. These bright eyes seem to speak. Look!
With the short and urgent bell, Teacher Shi came into the classroom. She had just taken two steps when she stopped. Her eyes seemed to be staring at something on the ground and her brow wrinkled. I craned my neck to look at it curiously. Hey, isn't that crushed chalk? Too bad, today is my duty student, but I didn't notice this striking white dot. I can't help lowering my head and waiting for the teacher's criticism. I saw the teacher walking to the corner with the watch of the duty student, and his eyes suddenly fell on me. Like an electric shock, I hung my head lower and my face burned. To my surprise, Teacher Shi didn't reprimand him severely. I just scanned the class with incomprehensible eyes, as if I wanted to find something from my classmates' faces. The classroom is surprisingly quiet. This silence was deadlocked for a minute.
"Silence is better than sound", and Shi's deep eyes made me realize the rich connotation of the word teacher. The teacher's silence sounded the alarm for me: do my job well.
At all times, from astronomy to geography, she can talk about Kan Kan; From Confucius, to Lu Xun, to Lenin, Marxism, and even today's pop music, Mr. Shi can talk about Kan Kan. Really convinced her unique eloquence. She is eloquent not only in class, but also after class. Sometimes, I really think she is more like our big friend.
Teacher Shi's unique teaching method is commendable.
Since she took over our class, our composition scores have blossomed like sesame seeds-higher and higher. But if you want to say that the teacher has too much homework, that's wrong. Teachers never ask us to memorize new words, vocabulary and basic knowledge. Her slogan is: "quality, not quantity." Of course we yell; "Long live understanding."
Under the leadership of Mr. Shi, the Chinese score of our class has climbed from the penultimate one in that year, which is really thanks to Mr. Shi. I remember a song that said, "When I grow up, I will become you, only to know that the chalk drew a rainbow and shed sweat drops ..."
The song undulates in the night sky. The night deepened, and a cold wind pulled me back to my thoughts. Some people say that teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate the future flowers of the motherland. But I think the teacher is more like the spring rain of fame and fortune in Du Pu's poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently"
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My teacher
Although He Laoshi is only in his thirties, he has a lot of white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face. But he is always smiling and radiant.
He Laoshi is our head teacher and Chinese teacher. His lecture is very humorous. He often makes us laugh in class. In this laughter, students learn knowledge quickly and well. Once, the teacher asked us to divide the text into levels. It's an article about scenery, and the length is too long, so the students can't distinguish it at once, and they all frowned. The teacher didn't ask us to answer at once, but asked us to recall our travel experiences. The students' faces turned from cloudy to sunny, and then the teacher guided them to analyze the scenic spots, routes and artistic conception of this article and asked them to draw a schematic diagram. Chinese has become an art class. A few of them were so lifelike that they shook their heads. Finally, write down our travel experience. Ah, that scene is very touching! Suddenly, the classroom was quiet and all the students left. "Sand, sand, sand", thousands of races, just like the ancient battlefield in the distant desert, Ma Benteng! My heart is not in the classroom, and I have returned to "Happy Valley". Unconsciously wrote more than 800 words. Just finished writing, the teacher took it. He read it in class and won applause from his classmates. After class, many students outside the school gathered around and shouted "Yes" outside the window, which caused a sensation throughout the campus.
In order to let us learn more knowledge after class, He Laoshi often buys books for us, carefully designs thinking questions and guides us to read quickly. In daily life, He Laoshi is like our nanny. Once, when I was doing exercises, He Laoshi found me uncomfortable in time and immediately asked my classmates to help me to the school doctor's office. When I heard the teacher kindly ask, "Are you better?" I am very touched. Some time ago, several male students in the class made the teacher angry every day. Later, for several weeks, I saw He Laoshi, who never played badminton, playing badminton with those classmates after school, talking and laughing. Soon, they became good students in the class. Once, I was sick and didn't go to school. My teacher is very concerned about me. She always asks her classmates to visit me at home and give me lectures in person when she is free. During my illness, my grades did not decline, but rose. The teacher didn't take the credit for himself, but praised me in class for persisting in studying despite my illness. I couldn't help crying and said loudly, "No! Teacher, this is the result of your hard education! "
The teacher smiled and the wrinkles on his face deepened! I think this is all the result of the teacher's efforts for us.
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One thing that moved me.
In this world, there are many touching people who have done many touching things. They are like the stars in the sky, flashing, illuminating people's hearts, illuminating people's behavior and morality. Among them, there is a very bright "star" shining in my mind, which I will never forget.
"I went to work, when will I come back?" "Going out, is the door locked?" "Save the car and don't lose it." Who cares so much about people? Needless to say, it must be neighbor Li Nainai! She is over 70 years old, short, always smiling at her eyes and corners of her mouth, and very kind. Grandma seems to be talking to her family, but from people's faces ...
Disdain the indifference and impatience of others, grandma still asks and advises every day. ...
"Is it your car? Why don't you take the key! " One day, Li Nainai's loud questioning voice alarmed his neighbors. The people who ran out saw Li Nainai grab the rear hanger of the car with one hand and the door frame with the other hand, fighting with the people who moved the car! "This is my daughter's car. Catch him! " Ma Yi shouted in a tone-deaf voice. It turns out that there are more people visiting on rest days, and there are more cars in the corridor, especially electric bicycles. "When I came out to pour the soil, I saw this man moving the car outside. When I noticed him, he said he forgot his keys and wanted to take them with him in his car. " Li Nainai more say more angry, more say more urgent, aside, I have never seen grandma's face rose so red. At this time, some angry people called 1 10, some people stepped forward to stop the car thief, and some people helped to carry the car back. I saw Ma Yi quickly come to grandma's side, gently stroking grandma's red and swollen hand because of pulling the cart, and didn't talk for a long time.
From then on, uncles and aunts took the initiative to entrust their own affairs to grandma without waiting for her to speak. Grandma is like the head of the family, busy with everyone's affairs.
Seeing grandma happy every day reminds me of a famous saying: "Help others." Grandma is interpreting the true feelings of the world with her kind and selfless heart. Can you not touch me?
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