Chapter 1: Unforgettable memory is a big garden. There are many blooming flowers in this garden. Every flower is a short story, and one of them is the most beautiful flower, which is my most unforgettable thing.
It was a Sunday, and my father was invited to go fishing in the country and took me with him. Dad bought me a fishing rod and prepared some bait, and then everyone set off. We took the bus and enjoyed the beautiful scenery on the roadside. After more than ten minutes, we arrived at our destination. At the destination, everyone took out their fishing gear, and an uncle pulled the fishing rod away. Ha, it's going to reach across the fish pond! An uncle next to him took out a string of bombs and fished. There were so many hooks on it, just like a bunch of grapes (except the hooks on it were not grapes). Another uncle took out two fishing rods, one with a bell on it. When the bell rings, it means that one fish is hooked, stuck in the ground and the other is in his hand. Hey, it's really "eight immortals crossing the ocean, showing their magical powers"! Everyone else was ready to start fishing, but I didn't even get the bait-earthworm. I didn't run away without catching it. I stabbed my hand when I hooked a fork. At this time, my father came over, grabbed a small earthworm and threw it on the ground. The earthworm, which was originally crawling, immediately stopped crawling. Dad said, "After it was knocked unconscious, it stopped twisting and it was much easier to hook the fork." I picked up the earthworm in a coma and immediately fork it up. Looks like ginger is still old and spicy
I raised the fishing rod and threw it forward. As a result, the hook hooked my clothes from behind. My father helped me take off the hook. Seeing that I was a little depressed, he comforted me: "After all, it is the first time to fish. It is normal for this to happen. It should be like me, watch it! " After that, dad grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it back, bending it. Suddenly, my father released the handle and the hook swung forward against the elastic force of the fishing rod. At the same time, my father pulled the hook back, so the hook obediently "jumped" into the fish pond.
I learned from my father's movements and threw the hook into the fish pond. The next thing to do is wait. I sat in a chair with a fishing rod and stared at the buoy. Suddenly, the buoy sank and floated again. Dad shouted: "Pull rod! Pull rod! " I quickly stood up and pulled hard, and a lively fish jumped into my sight. Haha, I caught one! The sun has set in the west, so it's time to go back. I caught ten fish at once, one of which was thrown into the fish pond behind me, and the other jumped back without catching it. What a pity! People say, "You can't live without a little regret". So I didn't care much.
Fishing for the first time is one of the most unforgettable things for me. I remember the most brilliant flowers in the garden, and I will keep it in my heart forever!
Since I began to remember, many things have happened, some of which have faded away, but one thing has always been fresh in my memory.
I remember it was my second grade, an eleventh holiday. The whole family came to my grandmother's house, and my mother suggested, "Let's eat jiaozi today!" Everyone agreed.
So we launched a family mobilization activity-Bao jiaozi. Mom said, "Baby, come and learn to pack jiaozi!" " "Although I said excitedly," Yes, I've always wanted to learn! "But I don't think so in my heart. I thought: What's so rare about jiaozi? Isn't it just the stuffing? No big deal. So I looked at my father who was wrapping jiaozi with disdain and said, "What's the big deal? I wrapped it better than you. Don't believe it? You wait and see! "
After that, I picked up a dumpling wrapper, stuffed a large piece of stuffing into my head and squeezed it hard. "Ah, something is so sticky!" "I shouted with a frown, which surprised everyone. It turned out that I put too much stuffing and broke the dumpling skin. Dad burst out laughing. At this time, my face suddenly turned red, and tears swirled in my eyes, almost coming out. Just now, my domineering disappeared like an overturned ball. This is a shame. If there is a crack in the ground, I'm sure I can get in.
Seeing this, my father was afraid that I was too embarrassed, so he quickly came to help me out: "Don't laugh, our baby is not stupid, just taught, isn't it?" Dad turned around and gave me a wink. I quickly said to my father, "Dad, come and teach me!" " "Dad nodded with a smile. This time, I mean it. I carefully looked at my father's tricks. I saw that his left hand was semicircular, and his right hand picked up the dumpling wrapper and put it on his left hand. Then he picked up chopsticks and put a little stuffing in, holding the skin skillfully with his right hand. A semicircle jiaozi appeared in Dad's hand. At this moment, the father said, "It's your turn. "I am very nervous. My father told me not to worry about it, but I was still worried and thought, can you wrap it up this time? If my schoolbag is not good and my father wants to help me out, will everyone call me stupid?
Dad seemed to see through my mind and said to me seriously, "It doesn't matter. If your schoolbag is broken, you can study. Who will live! " My father's words made me more courageous. I know from my father's appearance. When I fell here, I finally wrapped a semicircular jiaozi. I smiled on my face and felt sweeter than eating honey.
This incident is my most unforgettable. Because I know what to do and I can't be self-righteous. Be modest, ask others what you don't understand, and pretend to understand.
Since then, I have never been proud.
Chapter 3: Unforgettable Things Inadvertently opened the drawer, I saw the broken ruler again, and I couldn't help thinking of the incident a few years ago. ...
It was a math midterm in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us, "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam. Everyone must bring a pencil ruler. " I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's 7: 30. Shit, I'm going to be late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school.
When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are five minutes before the exam. What should I do?
I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem?
The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it."
I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart, but before I could say anything, the bell rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions and draw carefully with the cut ruler. ...
The bell rang again and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. " With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.
Chapter four: Unforgettable things I remember an incident that happened a few years ago, and I can't forget it so far.
It was a summer night, and my mother and I came to the roadside to enjoy the cool. Hardly had we sat down when we felt a car speeding past our eyes. There was a loud noise. It turned out that the flying car hit the telephone pole, and the telephone pole actually fell down. That scene is terrible! People who like to enjoy the cool are flocking. I saw a dent in the front of the car. Suddenly, I heard a sad baby sound from the dark carriage. We were wondering who was in the car, and there was a shrill siren in the distance across the road.
Soon, the traffic police arrived. The traffic police rushed to the accident car as quickly as possible. They pried open the deformed car door and found three people inside, one was a driver, and there was a lady in the back seat with a baby in her arms. The baby's crying is getting weaker and weaker. The lady and the baby were rescued first. When I saw the bloody scene, I felt very scared! Regardless of her bleeding, the lady kept shouting, "Baby, baby, wake up!" " "I think the child must have fainted! The traffic police comforted her and said, "Get on the bus! If you want to send it to the hospital quickly, there should be no big problem. " But the lady didn't seem to hear them, crying for children. Suddenly, I heard a man panting and saying, "Boy … Boy, he seems to be out of breath …" At this moment, the driver was also dragged out of the car. On hearing this, he jumped on the child like a madman. He was holding the lady and the child, and his body was shaking all the time. Slowly, slowly ... his body is slipping. He knelt down and cried, "son, dad is sorry for you!" "Dad, I'm sorry for you ..." All the onlookers shed tears of regret for him.
I went home and didn't sleep a wink for a long time.
The next day, I heard from my mother that the newspaper published the accident and explained the cause of the accident. It turned out that the child's family went to the restaurant to help the child celebrate his first birthday, and his father drank wine on his birthday. He was drunk driving last night, so ...
I can't forget that summer night. Now I am sensible. I understand that this accident cost a child a precious life. I know that if you love your family and life, you can't drink and drive. Because it is useless to regret after losing, we must learn to be alert from the lessons.
Chapter 5: An unforgettable thing: "Education without emotion and love is like a pond without water. Without water, it can't be called a pond, and without love, it can't be called education. " This is the principle of education!
There is one thing that I still feel guilty about. At that time, my child's heart was hurt because of my lack of respect and understanding. That day, I was teaching my children to retell the story "Lamb Crossing the Bridge". The children listened carefully and stared at my pictures one by one. Suddenly, Di Chenming left his seat to go to the toilet. When he failed, he saw my eyes and sat back. I ignored him. Continue to tell the story, after a while, he leaned out and looked at the toilet. His eyes are still fixed in front of me. I asked sharply, "Di Chenming, the other children are listening to my story carefully. Why don't you listen carefully? " ! "He has no words.
I will continue. After a while, Di Chenming got up, left his seat again, but sat back. I thought he really wanted to go to the toilet: "Di Chenming, go if you want to pee!" " ! Don't even think about going or not, and then pee your pants! "Di Chen got up and ran to the bathroom. I followed him casually and was shocked. Instead of going to the toilet to pee, he turned off the dripping tap.
I feel so guilty, I really don't know what it's like to have such a deep remorse and an apology to Di Chenming. I squatted down, touched his head and said to him, "Good boy, the teacher is wrong about you. What the teacher did was wrong. Can you forgive the teacher? " . "He nodded very sincerely, then took his hand back to the classroom and praised Di Chenming's good habit of saving water for all the children.
Afterwards, I felt that the teacher's apology did not lose face, but enhanced the children's respect and understanding of themselves. Maybe after many years, Di Chenming can still recall this incident, and he will think that you are his good friend and teacher.
At work, each of our teachers will encounter children's behavior problems. When solving problems, we should have a good attitude to listen to children's explanations carefully and patiently, which is respect for children; Teachers should first put themselves in other's shoes when solving problems. If you are a child, what should you do? Put yourself in the child's shoes. This is to understand children. Teachers should consider children's own characteristics, their ability to recognize mistakes and their influence on other children. This is called understanding children.
Walking into the world of childlike innocence sounds easy, but it is not easy to do. I realized that only by sincerely respecting and understanding children can we enter their world and really promote their harmonious development of body and mind. The child's mind is the purest fertile soil, and the child's world is a fairy tale full of "truth, goodness and beauty".
Article 6: Unforgettable things _ There is an unforgettable thing in my memory. I remember when I was in kindergarten, once after the time to send my children home, all the other children were picked up by their parents, leaving me alone in class waiting for my mother.
Alas! Why hasn't mom come yet? She is always punctual. What happened today? After all this time, does my mother still want me ... I'm sitting alone in a small chair, thinking with my head down. While comforting me, the teachers in the class cleaned up the tables, chairs and benches and were busy with their work. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I can't help crying. At this moment, a tall figure stood at the door of the classroom. She is wearing a beautiful coat, black trousers, round face, big eyes and short black hair. I saw, ah, it's the director! "What's the matter with you?" The director came and squatted beside me and whispered, "Mom didn't come to pick me up so late, didn't she want me?" I am extremely wronged. "Oh, no, mom may be very busy, and she may be on her way. Shall I call my mother? " "good!" I hurriedly told the director my mother's telephone number. When I dialed the number, the director asked me to talk to my mother. I cried as soon as I heard her voice. Mom said it would be here soon, so I stopped. After hanging up the phone, the director squatted in front of me and wiped my tears. He said kindly, "don't cry, mom will be here soon." I'll find you something to eat and wait for your mother while eating. Will you go home early? " Then he took out a bag of plum and a bag of chocolate beans ... I ate them with relish. Chocolate beans are too sweet! I ate another plum. Wow! How sour!
While I was enjoying these delicious foods, I saw my mother coming in a hurry. "Mom, why did you come here?" I jumped up happily, threw myself into my mother's arms and told her that the director had given me a lot of delicious food. My mother picked me up and said to the director, "Thank you! Thank you. Sorry I'm late. " Then we bid farewell to the director and went home happily.
This incident is fresh in my memory. The tall and gentle director often appears in my mind. Sometimes when I pass by that kindergarten, I often stop to look at the photos in the window for a while and touch the big trees at the door. I wish I could see the director again!
On a sunny Sunday, my father took me to an uncle's house who likes shooting birds and net birds, because they made an appointment and asked my father to take me to his house for roast bird meat on Sunday.
Along the way, I sat happily behind my father's motorcycle. When I first arrived at my uncle's door, I smelled a fragrance, which made my mouth water. As soon as I got off the bus, I rushed into my uncle's house and cheered, "It smells good, it smells good." My uncle's brother was even happier when he saw me coming. He brought me delicious candy and asked me to live in their birdcage. My uncle immediately told my father about the exciting moment of bird catching and net catching. After a while, my aunt took out a plate of roast bird meat for us to eat. Looking at the color, fragrance and taste of the roasted bird, we grabbed it and ate it happily. Although greedy, I always feel that something is wrong. Oh, by the way, don't teachers often teach us to protect birds? Birds are friends of human survival. But why does uncle specialize in shooting birds and even cooking with birds? Thinking, thinking, I can't eat any more. I didn't know what to tell my father when everyone was in a good mood, but I began to worry a lot. Just entering the door, the excitement was swept away. My father asked me to eat another one. I stayed and said sadly, "Dad, I'm full and don't want to eat."
It's especially blue, and my brother has been letting me play cat and cat games in the shade of the yard. I couldn't help running to my father and saying, "Dad, you can't eat this bird. My books and school teachers teach us to protect and care for it. Birds contribute to mankind. If birds don't help us catch pests in nature, I can't eat rice, beautiful mountains and …, let alone hurt it. Dad also catered to me and said to everyone, "Yes, that's right. It won't happen again Since the child is so sensible, in order not to hurt the child's heart, don't eat bird meat dinner in the future. Tell me. "My brother, half a year old, after hearing what his father said, he also ran to his uncle and said," Dad, our teacher asked us the same thing. "After that, he asked his uncle to release the bird in the cage."
My uncle was silent for a while, took the birdcage to the Woods not far from the door, and let my brother and I set the birds free. When we saw the birds flying happily into the sky, our mood was finally relieved. The birds were saved, because we two children touched adults with what we learned and saved a group of lovely birds.
On the way home, I couldn't calm down for a long time, and the bird thing has always made me unforgettable.
Chapter 8: an unforgettable thing in my mind, dotted, dotted, a little dim; Some are flickering; There is also a big and bright star. Let me share his history with you! This is something I will never forget.
On Saturday, Wan Li was clear, and I won the first prize in the Primary School Group of the Hard Pen Calligraphy Competition. To reward me, my mother took me to a barbecue restaurant for lunch. I ordered my favorite roast beef with great interest. After a while, I saw a waiter in his twenties wearing Mongolian clothes. He came to the table with a knife in one hand and a bunch of hot roast beef in the other. My mouth is watering. At this time, a disappointing accident happened: the waiter didn't hold it steady, and the iron rack wearing beef fell into my hand. "Ah-"I couldn't help screaming, and my fingers were burning. The customers next to me focused on me. "What is it?" The restaurant manager asked and rushed over. I saw that my hands were red, so I quickly asked someone to bring me the potion to apply. I've been apologizing since the burn was taken care of. Mother anxiously asked me if I was in severe pain. I saw the waiter standing in awe and said, "Nothing." ……
After dinner, my mother asked the manager to prepare the bill. The manager said, "I'm really sorry. Why don't we discount the meal as compensation? " My mother looked at me inquiringly and said, "Sweets, what do you think?" . I thought about it and said, "Well ... no need." "Why?" Mom asked me with a smile. "Because, if I say, the manager may fire the waiter. He has no job, and it is not easy to find a suitable job now. Let the manager remind him to pay more attention in the future, hoping that no one will be burned again! " I said.
My mother listened to my words and said with satisfaction, "Our little princess is sensible!" " "When I got home, my mother told me a story about tolerance. After listening to it, I understand a truth: people are good to me, and I am good to others. People are not good to me, and I am also good. In life, we often "fight" because of some unpleasant things. Although we feel much better, do you know what we will bring to others? Therefore, we should learn to be tolerant and forgive others. Although it has been a long time, it is still fresh in my memory and unforgettable.