When it comes to "little guy", I have endless words.
It was an afternoon last semester. After the bell rang, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom. He saw the math homework copied on the blackboard at noon and asked, "Who is on duty today? Why did you forget to clean the blackboard? " The classroom was so quiet that the students couldn't help looking at the students on duty. as soon as...
Just then, I saw "Xiao Yi" get up from his seat, go to the blackboard, pick up the eraser and wipe it silently. Because of her short stature, she stood on tiptoe from time to time and jumped up to wipe. Seeing her like this, several naughty classmates laughed out loud, but they were all "small"
As if nothing had happened, I returned to my seat after cleaning the blackboard, with my head down and my face red. Then, the teacher said, "The students on duty should be serious and responsible in the future, and don't affect the class because of their negligence!" The teacher said, "little guy"
His face turned redder. At this time, I don't know which classmate said, "Today is not Tang Xiaoli on duty!" Then two female students stood up shyly and said, "Today is our duty." When the teacher saw this scene, he understood everything and cast an approving look at Tiny.
There are many such things. I remember one morning when I was reading early, Xiaoyan suddenly vomited. She gasped, flushed and filthy all over the floor. The bad smell in the classroom makes people sick. Some students cover their noses with their hands, and some pick up books to fan the wind. At this time, only
Seeing the "little guy" quietly getting up from his seat, he went to Xiaoyan, took out his white handkerchief, patted Xiaoyan on the back, wiped the stolen goods from her mouth and whispered, "Let me help you to the clinic."
You see, my deskmate Tiny is such a person. She only has the collective and others in her heart. She has a heart of gold.
I am proud to have such a deskmate.
The person I admire most is my grandfather, whose words and deeds make me admire very much. Grandpa is over 70 years old this year, but his body is still strong. He is short and thin, with many wrinkles on his face and cocoons on his hands. My father told me that grandpa worked hard all his life, scrimped and saved, and educated his sisters with his meager income, hoping that they would become talents.
Grandpa likes me very much. Last summer vacation, my father went to Huazhong University of Science and Technology for a meeting and took me to visit my grandfather in the countryside. Grandpa was surprised to see me and said, "Oh, my granddaughter has grown taller again." Grandpa didn't say much, and then he was busy in the kitchen, frying several dishes of hometown dishes. Green vegetables are planted by grandpa in his yard, which is very sweet. When I finished eating, I put down my chopsticks. Grandpa said: "Be sure to eat clean, there is no leftovers in the bowl, and it is not easy for farmers to grow food." I listened to grandpa's words and ate my meal clean. Grandpa smiled happily beside me.
Grandpa's hands are very clever. According to my father, grandpa is a skillful craftsman in the shipyard. Although he didn't read many books, he was regarded as an expert in shipbuilding and was rated as a model worker every year because of his diligent study. At grandpa's house, my father told me that many furniture such as tables, stools and wardrobes were made by grandpa himself. Hard-working grandfather never spends a penny indiscriminately, and the money given by his father is also frugal.
I like my grandfather. He has many excellent qualities worth learning.
Grandma is very old, and grandma's love is also very old, too old for me to chew. I called my grandmother a "chicken rib" behind my back. When my mother found out, she grabbed my ear and asked me to apologize to my grandmother. My grandmother smiled into a big jujube: "grandma is old, so old that only bones are left." Bangbang (my nickname) loves licking the chicken bones of' country people'. Stick to your roots. Grandma's hard work in recent years has not been in vain. " Hey, grandma is so cool. The "countryman" became a "countryman", and my mother couldn't help laughing.
I was brought up by my grandmother, so she always likes to embarrass me in front of my classmates. At the height of my bragging (I wonder if my grandmother is really hard of hearing at ordinary times), my grandmother pouted and said that I was naked and stupid. After nagging, I urged, "Do your homework quickly, the cowhide will burst.". How can I go to college in the future? " Think about it, and moved a small stool to protect us. My friends often put down their pens and make faces at me. Wow, grandma, are you kidding? My mother didn't become a phoenix, and you want to be a grandson? I scratched my ear and scratched my cheek. In order to get rid of embarrassment, I shook my head and sang, "Hey ... brag when it's time to brag ..." My grandmother turned green.
Grandma sometimes wants to bridge the generation gap with me. I wanted to go out to play that day, but my grandmother wouldn't let me go. I ran out, but I forgot my key and asked my grandmother to open the door. My grandmother said, "You've had enough fun, but I haven't had enough. Wait a minute, grandma will learn, and then I will play with you. " I looked through the door and grandma was playing my checkers.
My grandmother used to drive me to school. When I grow up, I don't want my grandmother to pick me up. My grandmother seems to be very upset, and she will still walk around the intersection after school. That day, grandma saw a boy who looked like me sitting on a stranger's bike at the intersection, and she shouted, "Great ... great ... don't take a stranger's car." He shouted and chased, stopped the cyclist, and the cyclist angrily scolded the grandmother. I quickly ran over and took grandma and left. Grandma shook a pack of "hillbilly" and a piece of chocolate into my hand: "Don't take a stranger's car, the bad guys have turned away, and grandma has nowhere to find." Alas, this is what words.
She is tall, without any conspicuous place, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan.
On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to be her deskmate. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me.
The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do?
In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the whole class and stared blankly at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. A man, shame on you! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts. "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. After a moment's hesitation, she handed me the book: "Here you are, don't touch it." What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears, the young girl I have always looked down upon, can say this sentence. "What ... what, give it to me, what can you do?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. "Never mind, I have an idea." "What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early.
After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet.
She was reading an old book early the next morning. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I walked over, ah, she was copying those two articles with missing pages. When she reads a sentence in a book, she copies it on a page-sized piece of white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I felt a little guilty and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up.
"Ding Lingling ..." When the class started, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride.