My collection is in my closet, with a yellow shirt hanging. It was not yellow originally, but it became an "antique" because it was stored for too long. This is not an ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother's endless love for me. Whenever I see it, I can't help thinking of that thing that I will never forget. It was when I was 9 years old, and my family lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise building. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my father was away on business. In desperation, my mother took me to the hospital alone. When I arrived at the hospital, I queued for registration, queuing for medical treatment, queuing for medicine, queuing for puncture, and then a long time for intravenous drip. When it was all over, it was already more than 2 o'clock in the morning the next day. My mother supported me physically and mentally and walked out of the hospital. The taxi took us to the door, looking at the tall building, I was worried: the elevator stopped, how can we get upstairs? Our family lives on such a high floor. How easy is it to take the stairs? But mom made a quick decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I strongly disagree, but I feel dizzy after just two steps, so I have to carry it by my mother. At first, my mother was not very tired, and the pace was fairly easy. But with the passage of time and the increase of floors, I obviously felt that my mother was tired. In the quiet corridor, my mother's thick gasps were so clear. Unconsciously, the mother's forehead oozed with bean-sized sweat, and the white silk shirt on her body was soaked with sweat. I know, it's a new shirt that my father bought for my mother. My mother especially likes that white shirt, and she is very careful in everything for fear of getting it dirty. At this time, she couldn't take care of her shirt, so I reminded her: "Mom, you are tired and your new shirt is wet. Let's take a break before we go!" " Mom didn't agree: "Nothing, just go back and wash." I was lying on my mother's back, and tears blurred my eyes. My mother carried me to the 13th floor and back home. As soon as I entered the house, my mother couldn't take a rest. She was busy boiling water, making medicine and urging me to take medicine. After settling me down, she changed the shirt. I thought my mother would wash it right away, but my mother looked at the shirt for a long time. I asked doubtfully, "Mom, what happened to your shirt?" Is it wrinkled? " Mom smiled: "Never mind, just iron it with an electric iron." A few days later, I saw that my mother had never worn the washed and ironed shirt. When I asked, I realized that the shirt was hooked with a lot of silk, which was caused by the zipper on my chest. Since then, although my mother has never worn that shirt again, I often open the closet and touch it. It can be seen that my mother still loves this shirt. After four years, we moved twice, but the shirt is still hanging in my closet. Every time I see it, I will think of what happened a few years ago, and I will deeply feel the greatness of maternal love, the warmth of family and the value of family affection. White clouds are the collection of blue sky, and the purity reveals the innocence of blue sky; The stars are the collection of the night sky, and the light of the night sky is reflected in the flicker; The spray is the collection of the sea, and there is a surge of the sea in the scroll ... My little collection has laughter and tears, persistence and strength, youth and immaturity, courage and strength. I like collecting moods. Sadness, joy, pain, sadness, melancholy ... All kinds of moods are like beating notes, which are intertwined with deep and high, composing a beautiful melody. Whenever the music plays, the mood will dance with it and go back to the past. I like collecting impressions. A book, a song, a passage, a shot, or a move will always move me. Every touch is connected in series like a pearl, and this touch is gently buried in my heart. I like collecting serenity. When night falls, I sit at the window and count the stars in the sky, shining like diamonds. All the noise seems to be covered by this light, and everything is immersed in peace. How pleasant it is to precipitate your mood in peace! I like collecting romance. Under the cherry trees in the courtyard, when the wind blows, the petals are spinning and dancing, fluttering in the air. From a distance, a beautiful sakura rain is slowly falling. As a result, the heart also rotates in the air with the petals of cherry blossoms, experiencing the tiny happiness heating up rapidly in the air. As time goes by, my collection becomes more and more, and my memories become thicker and thicker like a book. I like my collections, because they bring me endless joy and imagination just like the flawless white clouds to the blue sky, the light from the stars to the night sky and the surging waves to the sea.
On earth, there are thousands of flavors of Qian Qian. Each flavor carries a different mood, and each flavor has a unique taste.
By collecting these flavors, I have tasted all kinds of "delicacies" on earth.
acid
There are many sad things in life. After the Wenchuan earthquake, when we saw those hopeful eyes in the ruins on TV or in newspapers, when we heard from the radio that some mothers were buried deep in order to protect their children when the earthquake came, my heart ached, accompanied by a trace of sour taste, and tears flowed down. I know that the whole country, not only I shed tears, but also I felt the sadness, countless people accompanied me and countless people were sad.
Sweet
"Sweet" is a word representing happiness and joy, a taste that everyone wants to taste. In the half year after the Wenchuan earthquake, it may give us some comfort.
in life, we can taste the sweet taste at any time. When I was about to go to school, I walked on the road with my mother's exhortation, and my heart was sweet; At school, a greeting from classmates melted in my heart; After school, looking at the hot meals at home, my heart is full of sweetness.
Bitterness
In life, the strongest flavor, besides sour and sweet, is of course bitter. Bitterness is the last thing people want to taste, but in life, if there is no bitterness, the taste will definitely be much lighter. Failure is bitter, but there is a lesson behind it and a step towards success. It is bitter to be taught a lesson, but it is sweet to try hard to win applause after the incident.
There are really many flavors in life. Today, we only taste the three strongest flavors in my collection. In the future, we will taste and collect more flavors!
A primary school student and a junior high school student, depending on the need.
Girls write like this.
And I have a beloved cloth bear, which is a gift from XX, my mascot and my little baby. He has brown fur and big eyes that twinkle like two black gems. There is a small bow around his neck, pink and pink, which I tied. Its fluff is soft and continuous, and it feels very comfortable. During the day, I took her to the yard to play, and she always looked at me with those big eyes, as if she were coquetry to me. At night, I held her to sleep, and he gave me a good dream.
Every time I get angry, he looks at me as if to say, "Don't be angry, I don't like the way you are angry!" When I burst into tears, it seemed to say to me, "The crying child will become ugly, will you stop crying?" When I am happy, it will also say, "I hope you will always be happy." Looking at it, I will immediately show a sweet smile.
Buxiong's innocent and lovely appearance has always been with me. He is my good partner. Whenever I think of Cloth Bear, my heart is warm.
It is this cloth bear that brings me happiness and confidence. I will cherish it forever.