I still see you standing under the street lamp waiting for me tonight. But on this day, you sometimes look at the school gate and sometimes at the street lamp, as if lost in thought. "Mom, what are you thinking?" This cry of mine brings you back to reality. On the way home, you said I looked like a lamp. I was puzzled, so I quickly asked, "How can I be a lamp? You are a good girl, but you look at me deeply and say that I am a lamp in your mind, the only lamp that brings you infinite light. Every success of mine brings you infinite happiness and happiness. But you also said that this is only limited to "normal work". Because of his willfulness, he lost his temper more or less, and a short circuit occurred, which led to a fire. You said this kind of fire is really hard to put out! But I know that you will restore me to my original state with tolerance and patience every time. Later, you said that my lamp is really weak, and I am always attacked by "failure", falling into some inexplicable abyss and losing my way, but I understand that every time it is your unchanging red heart that helps me rekindle the fire in my heart. This is you, an ordinary and great mother. If I am a lamp in your heart, you are the heart of this lamp and the eternal pillar in my heart. It is because of your support that I can create light and illuminate everything! How I wish I could grow up quickly, become more mature and stronger. At that time, I will be the tall street lamp, standing there forever, becoming your reliance, illuminating the darkness in front of you and making you feel warm at any time. My mother is not only beautiful, but also hardworking, and she is very concerned about my study. She is a competent mother. Mom is more beautiful, why do you praise her like this? If you want to know the answer, just read on! One day, after we played badminton in the park, my mother asked me to play for a while because there was still some time. At this time, I found my favorite-a children's play equipment called bungee jumping-not far away. Ten dollars at a time, and you can play for five minutes at a time. As my mother didn't have ten yuan, she had to pay in twenty yuan. The boss was careless and gave his mother two tens, and the two tens overlapped, which really didn't show. However, the careful and honest mother found out and asked the boss, "Did I just pay twenty dollars?" The boss nodded and said, "Yes, here's your change." "But you gave me two tens!" Mom said. When the boss saw it, he really looked for more. I smiled and boasted, "Mom, you are so honest!" Look, how lovely my mother is! We should not be as careless as the boss, but as careful and honest as my mother!
if life is a book, then the life of military training is the most beautiful color page in the book; If life is a play, then the life of military training is the most wonderful scene in the play. Indeed, a few days of military training is short-lived, but the perfect memory he left us is eternal. Military training, like a dream, comes in a hurry, but leaves me in a hurry inadvertently. The dull ache in my arm tells me that the military training is over, and I also feel sour in my heart. The instructor left in such a hurry, but it left us with deep memories. These are all memorable. Of course, they are not only these, but also learned a kind of persistence, a spirit of unity and a requirement to abide by discipline. In fact, these are too many, enough for us to relive our lives. A philosopher once said that the feeling that can't be remembered is the most wonderful feeling. For military training, some feelings really can't be expressed in words. That kind of feeling is like reading a meaningful article. Only by savoring it carefully can we know its charm. For everyone, military training has a special taste, but for me, military training has become a precious and rare experience, written into my memory. The military training these days is short, but the aftertaste is endless, and the most perfect memory of military training is the pure and simple relationship between the instructor and us; It gave me the courage to overcome difficulties. I am ready to meet the next challenge, regardless of ups and downs, because I firmly believe that my contribution will be proportional to my harvest.
We live in a class group, and unexpected things often happen, which makes people puzzled. "Hoo-hoo-hoo-",there were loud purrs in the classroom. "alas!" This is Chen Mengbin of our class sleeping in class again! We really can't do anything about him. Speaking of "Three Gods" is not three immortals, but it has a long history. In class, no matter how beautifully the teacher speaks, the students listen with relish. He can always fall asleep. Every day in class, he is like a big lazy pig, and people give him the nickname "There is no god in class". But as long as the bell rings, he can wake up immediately and play football in the playground. Although he is absent-minded in class, he is absent-minded after class. He is like a clever rabbit on the playground, like an arrow leaving the string. Who believes that this godless person will be so energetic after class? So the students gave him another nickname "There is a God next". But when it came to the exam, he just sat like a puppet, and he could only hang his head and shed tears. As a result, he added another nickname-"Examination hurts the spirit". This is the "three gods" in our class. How we hope he can study hard!
Writing Articles 6 Lu Xun is a great proletarian writer, thinker and revolutionary in China. Some people say that Lu Xun is a genius, but he himself said, "Where is a genius? I spend all my time drinking coffee at work. " Lu Xun always wanted to do more for the revolution in less time. He once said, "to save time is to prolong a person's life." He never feels tired when he works. He often does other work during the day, writes articles at night and writes until dawn. In his study, he always sits at his desk and works constantly, and sometimes he leans on the couch to read. He thinks this is rest. In his later years, Lu Xun kept a tighter grip on time. No matter how tense the struggle is, how bad the environment is, and how poor his health is, he still studies hungrily and forgets his work day and night. When he is sick, he thinks about what to do when he is well. As soon as you get better, start doing it. Shortly before his death, his body temperature was very high and his weight was reduced to less than 8 Jin, but he still kept fighting the enemy with a pen as a weapon. Three days before his death, he wrote a preface to other people's translated Soviet novels. On the day before his death, he kept a diary. Lu Xun fought until the day he died and never wasted time. Lu Xun not only cherishes his own time, but also cherishes the time of others. He is never late for meetings and never asks others to wait for him. Even if it rains heavily, he always arrives on time in the rain. He once said: "Time is life. It is no different to spend other people's time for no reason, and it is no different from killing people for money."
The first thing he did when he got home was ask me about my study. He went against her and let me do everything by myself. When I learned to ride a bike on the first day, I told him not to let go, but he said it was time to let go, and I fell down! My mother came to see me, but he let her go. I made up my mind! Be sure to give him some color to see see, so I picked up the car and rode it to him. He just smiled knowingly. My mother rubbed medicine on me and rewarded me with lollipops. From then on, I hated him. In every photo album, it is difficult to see a photo of my father and me. He always takes pictures of others. This birthday, there is a brand-new bike on the balcony. "It should be for me! I'm going to learn to ride a bike! " Suddenly, my father said, "Save it for me!" I'm so excited, it's for me! My strict father gave it to me! Dad added, "This is very expensive. Don't you dare to lose it for me!" " My father! I love you!
Taotao is a little dog with brown hair and round black eyes like a black gem. One day, the host had to go out on business. Before leaving, the owner put Taotao's favorite bone in its special bowl, and took a small ball to the side of its bowl. He said to it, "Taotao, I have to go out on business, and I won't be back until later. You should be good at home alone, but you can't be naughty." Taotao "Wang Wang" cried twice, as if to say, "Master, don't worry about doing things, I will be good alone." After hearing the door closing, Taotao quietly rested in his den for a while. Then he ate a little bone, and he got bored, so he took the ball and arched it with his mouth. Then, he threw it one after another, but he didn't expect the ball to go into his master's big boots. Taotao turned around the big boots several times, jumped up and looked, but didn't see the ball. He was in a hurry, and pulled his boots around, even trying to throw them down. It remembered that the front end of the boot could be pulled down, so it tried to remember the scene when the owner untied the shoelace, then gently pulled one end of the shoelace, and then gently pushed it, and saw the ball in the big boot, screaming happily. When the master came back, he found Taotao sleeping in his own nest, and all the bones in the bowl were eaten. In order to reward Taotao for not making trouble at home, the host gave him a piece of lean meat.
Writing 9 Last summer vacation, my second aunt's family who immigrated to the United States went back to China, especially my cousin who had never been to China in the future, and she was very excited after coming back. That month, I have been living with them, although my cousin and I have never met, but we are also very happy and harmonious. One day, I was reading an English text and came across a word I didn't know, so I went to ask my cousin, "How do you pronounce this word?" However, she replied to me with a very humorous sentence, "I can only speak Chinese in China, but I can't speak English!" What's wrong with changing countries? Can't talk? I thought: what a strange person! When she went to bed at night, she began to make trouble again. She kept kicking the quilt, kicking and shouting: "The tsunami is coming! The monster is coming! " Or shout loudly: "Balala little magic fairy transforms!" " She kept kicking and rolling, which kept me from sleeping well for several days. Sometimes, I can't bear it anymore, so I give her two feet back, and she just ignores me and rolls away. She is not only a troublemaker, but also a spoiled brat. Last time grandma cooked a bowl of fish ball soup, I took a piece of it and ate it with relish. She didn't know what it was, so she began to shout, "I don't like it." Grandpa looked like that when she pouted, and really thought she didn't like fish! My cousin is very lively and cheerful, but more often she is naughty and naughty.
I don't like white lilies or beautiful jasmine flowers, but I have a soft spot for my grandmother's cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms are not as delicate as peonies, nor as fiery as camellias, nor as tender as daffodils. In the colorful sea of flowers, they are simple and generous, and more attractive. The cherry blossoms in grandma's house are white, and they are elegant and fresh. Cherry blossoms have blossomed into white flowers, just like big white pearls embedded in green leaves. A spring breeze blows, and the fallen petals flutter with the wind, like dancing butterflies and fairy flowers sown by a goddess. Grandma's cherry blossoms are not only beautiful, but also very strange. The pedicel of a cherry blossom is like a trumpet, and a pedicel can produce two or three flowers. Each flower has five petals, and the petals are peach-shaped. The yellow style bears a stamen like a small fluffy ball. Cherry blossoms are pink when they are in bud, turn pale red when they bloom, and turn white when they are fully open. Grandma's cherry blossoms, I love you.
I have an eccentric brother, who is cheerful, but also very naughty. He is one of the people who know me best. He is a very good brother. He has a pair of big bright eyes, and his long eyelashes are very cute. A nose with a keen sense of smell, a big red mouth and a pair of ears. His personality is very special. He is very naughty and always does unexpected things. I remember one time he stole a little of my birthday cake by himself. But I finally found out. My brother is also very strange. He always makes many strange moves with the music. He makes strange noises while doing strange actions. I think my brother may be an excellent musician when he grows up. He is really a queer brother. My brother's hobby is very general. He likes singing, playing table tennis and basketball like me, so my brother is in good health. This is my brother, an eccentric brother, and I am proud of having such a good brother.
there is a superman in our family, neither Altman nor Iron Man, but our superman mother. Every morning, the morning light fills the beautiful Ningbo, and every family is still dreaming. My mother uses her magical speed-moving technique to rush into the kitchen and start preparing breakfast. To this end, Superman's mother racked her brains and tried her best to come up with new tricks and start cooking breakfast. Not long after, a large pot of delicious food was placed on the table, and the aroma of My Sweetie made me dream for a little while, but the silence was immediately broken. My mother rushed into the door, lifted the quilt and shouted, "Get up!" I reacted immediately, got dressed and walked out of the door. Suddenly I found my mother standing at the door and said, "Honey, hurry up and eat."