1. Teacher's Day, a beautiful day.
Needless to say, everyone knows that September 10 is Teacher's Day, a festival for all teachers and a grand festival. Teachers usually work hard and are diligent and meticulous. Preparing lessons and correcting homework has become an indispensable task for teachers every day. Until September 10 "Teacher's Day" comes, teachers can do nothing. Only in this festival can teachers have fun like us.
This year's Teacher's Day is different. This is the twentieth Teachers' Day since liberation, and it will be held more grandly than previous Teachers' Days. I bought some small gifts for teachers to enjoy the excitement of receiving them. As the saying goes: "A thousand miles to send goose feathers, courtesy is light and affection is heavy!" What we want to give our teacher is not a small gift, but a sincere heart. This Teacher's Day, I believe teachers will have a good time, because every teacher has received gifts from students, such as glass shoes candles, wine glasses candles, bottle candles, greeting cards, calligraphy couplets, hanging pictures, glass balls, paper cranes, lucky stars, flowers, wind chimes, and countless blessings. I believe that every teacher has realized the respect and care of his classmates, and even I have realized that the feelings between people are so precious.
Looking back a few years ago, every teacher was so amiable, and every teacher's appearance caught my eye. I felt that they were always by my side to inspire me to move forward and accompany me to grow up. What impressed me the most was Mr. Zhang, the head teacher of Senior One and Senior Two. Touching images keep appearing: I fell, and Mr. Zhang Ran came to help me; When I was injured, Teacher Zhang immediately bandaged my wound and comforted me. When I was sick, Teacher Zhang said to me, "Take good care of your illness and don't worry about your study. When you are ready, I will help you make up the lessons slowly. " You see, where to find such a good teacher. We should thank and respect our teachers for treating us like this.
I love all teachers. It is the teacher who teaches us how to be a man, and it is the teacher who trains us to be useful people and become the pillars of the future motherland. Dear teacher, after training us for so many years, what we want in return is not a gift, but our progress and final excellent results. In order to repay the teacher's kindness, we must study hard and win glory for our motherland and ourselves. I am proud of my teacher. Teacher, dear teacher, I love you! Here, I say to teachers all over the world: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "Teacher's Day, a resounding name; Teacher's Day, a story spread through the ages; Teacher's Day, a beautiful day!
2. Busy days,
We grow up day by day and get busy day by day. Busy is the main theme of our life. It replaced the days of daydreaming and the days of hesitation and melancholy. Busy is a marathon that will never run. ...
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In busy days, we have things we can never finish. Snow-like test papers are flying all over the sky, and the reference books in front of us are like mountains that can never be crossed. We won't give up until eleven or twelve o'clock. I always feel that others may work harder than me, and I must not lose to them. Being competitive has occupied my mind, and being busy has become a matter of course.
Only when I write occasionally do I realize that I am tired and look forward to a leisurely day. But when you get there and wait for the day you yearn for, it's not as perfect as you think, and life becomes so empty. It is more suitable for busy you, and then you can understand that the process of longing for leisure is so beautiful in busy days.
In busy days, we always seek happiness that once felt small. When I pack my schoolbag in the middle of the night, I turn on the tape recorder, listen to my favorite songs and hum a few words, so I feel very satisfied and happy. It will be very happy to wait in front of the teacher's house before the art class and chat with my classmates about the latest news and interesting past events. A little freedom and relaxation after being busy will make me feel great satisfaction, and let us know that happiness is everywhere, and happiness is hidden in every bit of busyness.
On a busy day, I wrote a fairly satisfactory article, threw it into a magazine and began a long wait. I hope to see if there is any reply every day. Although I am often disappointed, I think it may be because I am too busy to publish my composition.
In busy days, we also know a lot. Only when we get good grades can we understand that reference books and test papers carry our hopes, confidence and success. Only when I listen to music can I understand that no matter what the true meaning of life is, no matter how busy I am, it is wonderful. While waiting for a reply, I realized that the road is still long and I still have to work hard!
Birds and flowers are still singing outside the window, regardless of the future, but I understand: tomorrow is still busy, we grow and harvest in the busy …
3. Lost days
A turning point just means another answer!
This is an ordinary day, Qiu. Maybe I have never been in this place.
The temperament of old branches and dead leaves, that must be him. Dancing reed flowers, different or lonely leaves. I looked at him, and I thought I would sit here all the time. But forcing me to stay in such a space, I only wish the snow would come earlier.
This feeling, no breathing, no breathing, I just want to smash it with my fist.
I'm still sitting here, listening to some small, hidden voices, which is actually of little value.
This is just a bare wall, and I can hang some small jewelry on it. When night comes, I can clearly see the hazy outline.
I won't lose my way, because I can see a trace of the sky. All that's left is a song. All we have to do is pick up a pen and understand its meaning.
4. pastoral notes (my days in the farmhouse)
I just arrived in Liuyang and didn't feel suddenly enlightened. The car bumped all the way, and the dust flying everywhere made me flustered. The sultry air, coupled with the heavy autumn school uniform wrapped around me, really can't lift my enthusiasm for enjoying the pastoral scenery. I was confused with my classmates for several hours, and before I knew it, I arrived at the Autumn Harvest Uprising Memorial Hall. I just glanced at the revolutionary weapons on display and didn't leave any impression. Then I rushed to Liuyang No.11 Middle School non-stop. After a simple lunch and rest, I officially started pairing with my classmates in No.11 Middle School.
Regarding the grouping of our class, it is not a free combination. In addition, I missed Yanzi's concert in Changsha that night because I studied agriculture. I am not excited at the thought of staying in a farmer soon. When the class teacher called my name and the partner came to the edge of my position, I froze. The other is a girl with dark skin and short hair, dressed simply and without any unnecessary modification. I feel very rude. I rashly took off my sunglasses and hat, unplugged my headphones, stuffed them into my bag, and then prepared to stand up. At this time, she called my name to my surprise, which was obviously prepared in advance. I feel embarrassed, let her introduce herself at once. She just said her name was Chen Ling. I'm not very happy. I will be very careful about every word when I talk to her at first, and I will be polite from time to time. Probably because she felt unnatural, she rushed to tell me to make myself at home. So I took the initiative to ask her the first question, "Do you have a dog at home?" She told me at once that she didn't, which relieved me. Because I was too afraid of dogs, I laughed with joy and publicized it everywhere, which probably left her a childish and ridiculous impression. Anyway, the biggest fool has been made. I just asked her generously about her family. Knowing that the conditions are not as terrible as the warning "maybe you can't take a bath for five days", I finally ate half a reassurance.
After the pairing ceremony, my partner and I went to her home by bus with Chen Ling. At this time, my mood is much better than when I came. Along the way, I enjoyed the pastoral scenery and various animals with my classmates, and even mistakenly pointed out the goat cub as a dog to my classmates. This car is also in good condition. There is a small fan on the ceiling, and there are only three songs in the stereo. I should be glad that I have heard those melodies after all.
About half an hour's drive, we got off at the side of the road. Her house is on the roadside, with dark brick walls. From the outside, it doesn't seem as good as I thought. The first floor is the living room and dining room, which can also be regarded as the facade of the shop. There are some potholes on the concrete floor, and the space is roughly divided into two halves: one side is the dining table; On the other hand, because their family is in charge of food and feed, the goods are sufficient. After meeting Chen Ling's parents, Chen Ling led us upstairs. We live in a new house on the third floor, with a light blue tile floor, a big bed, a complete mattress, a backrest and a bedside table. Everything is brand new. There is a green screen window outside the wooden door and glass window. Opening the window is a green bamboo raft, which makes me feel cool. Chen Ling's mother gave me an exquisite floor fan, a big watermelon with rich red juice and two oranges and corns. I am intoxicated. It's nearly dinner time now, and we haven't eaten. On the same day, they went to the market in the town, and Chen Ling took us to the market. Vendors are even more enthusiastic, reminding me of Xiahe Street Market in Changsha. The market mainly sells clothes, all of which are relatively simple styles, which are probably the styles here.
By the time we got home, my aunt had prepared a brightly colored table. The first meal, which I thought would be tasteless, was greatly appetizing by delicious side dishes and pink bacon. When eating, there are usually six people, Chen Ling, her parents and her brother. The door is always open. Every time a local dog comes to look for food in the street, my aunt always helps me drive the dog away with the bones in the soup. After a few days, I also got used to eating close to dogs. Of course, I also tasted many fresh side dishes, such as sweet potato and pumpkin seedlings that they can eat, and a sweet pepper whose real name I don't know yet. The host is very polite and always asks us to come down to eat when cooking well. I feel guilty that I can't help, so I have to help with the rice and bowls.
After dinner, we occasionally go to the second floor to watch TV. At first, Chen Ling regretted that her family only had a small black-and-white TV. In fact, this has surprised us. The black and white screen has the charm of old Shanghai in the 1930s. Chen Ling always asks us what programs we want to watch, or asks her brother to help us change the channel. Chen Ling's younger brother is a very shy boy. According to Chen Ling, he was always irritable and playful in Mao Mao. I just think he is shy and kind. This is probably inherited from his father. Uncle is not good at talking, but he is also sincere and generous to us: sometimes we wake up and find that the well water for washing us has been placed at the door. Every day, he would buy us different fruits and give us a big bag of local products when he left.
The toilet in Chen Ling is a popular place. Because it is newly built, the structure is almost the same as that in the same city, which makes several students trapped in the nearby toilet jealous. The place for bathing and washing clothes is also here. You need to fetch water upstairs. The stairs are so narrow that it is difficult for two people to carry a bucket of water upstairs together. Chen Ling always helps us to fetch a bucket of water in advance. As a result, all we have to do is carry the water upstairs with a washbasin, which is really shameful.
During the five days in the Chen family, of course, the biggest activity was playing with Chen Ling, followed by sleeping. Luckily for us, the temperature in Liuyang dropped and the night was refreshing. When I went to bed the first night, I remembered my mother's words: lock the door and light mosquito-repellent incense. I was worried when I saw the thin wooden door and the mosquitoes and moths in the room. After spending a day here with their people, I'm not afraid anymore. They are warm, sincere and simple. In such a landscape, they really have the urge to make heaven and earth their home. As for those bugs, two plates of mosquito-repellent incense smoked them into submission.
Of course, we don't want to feast our eyes on such a landscape. On sunny days, Chen Ling took the initiative to be a tour guide. Chen Ling's family has no land, so we have no chance to work in the fields. She still took us to the rice field with great care. The green rice has been slightly yellowed, the wind blows, the endless fields ripple, and I seem to smell the bumper rice fragrance. We saw wild strawberries, sugar cans and many unknown wild fruits on the mountain. We walked to the stream and saw crabs and small fish playing happily among the rocks. I will remember those tall and slender reeds, the old man and his cow in the grass, the long winding stagnant water path, the cold well by the roadside, the dilapidated and desolate primary school, and the innocent smiling faces of young children. I will remember these friends I met while playing, and their meticulous care.
A special journey of six days and five nights, short and long. From acquaintance to parting, there is only a short moment. However, I will never forget how many experiences I have never had in just six days. On the day we left, several of our friends exchanged contact information with each other, and they also warmly invited us to come again when we were free. Knowing that the car was far away, they waved at the finish line.
Most of the students in the car are asleep. I listened to the song, and the scenes of Liuyang were playing in my mind. Maybe I haven't learned anything about farmland, and I don't know those farm tools. Maybe my laundry is still not very clean. But I found something. It is the people here whose simplicity and kindness have taught me how to treat people around me warmly and thoughtfully, even strangers. They are even cuter than the green mountains and clear waters here!
5. The days we spent together
As the days go by, as the entrance examination approaches, our study becomes more and more tense. One thing is eroding our hearts step by step, and that is what will happen on that day in June next year.
A classmate sitting near me asked us to write a graduation record these days. Of course, I was among them, which surprised me. We are in the third grade, facing not only the first turning point in life-the senior high school entrance examination. In the face of the upcoming classmates who have lived together for three years, they will be separated again, and an inexplicable sadness comes to mind. Although separation is an unchangeable fact and inevitable, people always have feelings. Since we have lived together for three years, even an indifferent person will have his emotional side. Now he has to face great changes in his life, meet some strangers, know them, understand them and become a group with them.
From now on, maybe some of us have embarked on his bright road, maybe some people have gone astray, and maybe some people still live an ordinary life. Not only is his future life happy, sad or ordinary, but in short, junior high school life will make us never forget this wonderful time.
In the past three years, we have struggled together, been happy together, been sad together and shed tears together. We have experienced difficulties together, and we have borne them together. Once we worked hard for our collective and endless efforts.
Now we have to face separation and a new world, but I don't think I will forget those unforgettable three years.
6. A busy day
"Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now ... "I read Zhu Ziqing's prose in a hurry and thoughtfully, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.
This semester, my grandfather passed away. Grandpa loved me the most before he died. I can't rule out my sadness, let alone forget his kindness to me. We haven't even seen each other for the last time. I cried, crying so sadly. Running on the playground every day, tired to the ground, crying. I can't help hating my grandfather: "Why is he so cruel? Is he willing to leave this wonderful world? Male ... doesn't he love Tingting? "
That sad day lasted for a long time, and I still don't know how to face the cruel fact: why are good people always so short-lived But I deeply understand that my grandfather will never come back.
"What is gone forever?" I asked.
"Son, things can't always start again." Dad said meaningfully, "your yesterday has passed, and you will never come back." You can never go back to yesterday. Dad used to have a happy childhood, but now it is impossible to go back to the time when he used to play on the beach with the children. One day, you will grow up slowly and you will grow old slowly. When you have spent all your life, you will never come back like your grandfather. "
I don't know how much time God will give me, and I don't know what setbacks I will encounter on the road of life. What can I do in the days when I fly away, in this vast world and in this wonderful nature? Miss the good old days? Immersed in the joy of success? Or silently sigh the infinite sadness of time? However, the shadow of a new day flashed by in this sigh.
In exciting times, people are used to using countdown to express their inner joy. However, when a person's life has entered the countdown, it is not joy, but a fear that has never been seen before. The past days seem to be fading away as the sun sets; Like the morning mist, it gradually disappeared. ...
I saw birds flying across the sky. How fast they fly. Tomorrow they will fly the same route, never today. Every time I see the afterglow of the sunset filling the sky, I know that the day has really passed. Although the sun will still rise in Ran Ran in the east tomorrow, it will never be the sun today. So-when writing, days flashed from my pen; When I meditated silently in the blue sky, the days passed like this; When I tried to think about a math problem, time flashed through my mind. Did the great creator create us just to let us wander on the edge of time? But what puzzles me is, why did you go for nothing this time?
With nostalgia for time and infinite sadness, I wrote:
Time, time,
Why did you leave in such a hurry?
When the sun rises in eastern Ran Ran tomorrow,
When cheerful birds fly in the sky,
When I was silently lost in thought,
Where are you?
The shadow of time flashes,
Flash to the end of life,
Flash to the east tomorrow,
The flash on the road of life ...
Smart you, tell me, why are our days gone forever?