My story
Today, after I finished my "required course"-homework, I began to reflect on myself and the scene I experienced. Now I will tell you my story.
In fact, I am a person who doesn't have many stories. If my life is a piece of paper, it is almost a blank sheet of paper. However, there are occasionally some colored stripes and gray dark spots on the white paper.
Usually lazy to move, like quiet. This is my gray melancholy. There are three physical education class classes in the school week. I just run honestly every day. After two laps, I was waiting to be dismissed. But in this way, I am faced with the problem that the medical examination project is difficult to pass. If forced, I can spend time walking slowly on the playground, walking from one end to the other's parallel bars. I can lift the horizontal bar higher than myself with both hands very hard. After several failures, I sat upside down on the low horizontal bar. I can do this for a long time and then try to sit up. The PE teacher won't know that when he returns to the office, there is a man hanging on the horizontal bar, pulling his good friend and running on the playground when he can't run any longer. Finally, in the last test, the running finally passed. This is my happiest. Now, I always urge myself to keep exercising, because health is the foundation of life, and only with a healthy body can I seek happiness. I have many hobbies and gain a lot. First of all, I like reading very much and often pester my mother to buy books for me. My mother bought me a lot of books from bookstores or online, and I went to the library to borrow books every holiday. Books have become an indispensable part of my life. I clearly remember one night, I put my legs directly on the coffee table and picked up a book to read. I didn't expect the cup on the coffee table to be kicked down directly by me, and the water flowed out. Of the seven books on the coffee table, two were instantly submerged. Fortunately, I rescued in time, which didn't lead to a bigger tragedy. Every time I finish reading a book, I go directly to the computer, press the button of the host computer and record my reading feelings.
Latin dancing is my specialty. Actually, when I was a child, I didn't like dancing. My mother signed me up as a tutor. Over time, I became happy to dance. Now I will tell you the basic movements of Latin dance, including "light step", "rhythmic step", "square step", "hand opponent" and "Cuban small step" ... With light music, all parts of the body twist harmoniously, and the movements are beautiful and vigorous, giving people beautiful enjoyment. Learning Latin dance makes me find happiness in music and confidence in my study. Now I have successfully passed the national gold medal exam.
In my opinion, art is an indispensable partner in my life. Besides outstanding martial arts, I can also play erhu, sing and write calligraphy. Every time there are activities and competitions in this field in the school, I am a required player in the class, and I have won many honors for the class and won unanimous praise from teachers and classmates.
There are not many colored stripes on white paper, but I will make them more and more colorful and become a bright spot in my life. Believe me, I will always work hard!
My story is as plain as water, and there are not many exciting places ... Before I know it, it's time to eat, and my mother's crying interrupts my thoughts. I smiled in the mirror and said to myself, "I must walk happily on the road of life." Bigger dream flowers are still waiting for me to pick. At noon 12, a baby girl fell to the ground with her throat torn. "
The dragon screamed hysterically, as if to make everyone announce, "I'm coming." That little girl
That is me.
I am, very stubborn.
People always say that my father and I are carved from the same mold, and my mother and I have basic personalities.
Same.
Yes, my mother is stubborn, but she is soft-hearted and cries like a child. Both of us/We both
Stubborn people often quarrel. I had a fight with her when I was a child. Three days a little noisy, five days a big noisy.
Noisy, the most normal. Usually, my mother is defeated because she is soft-hearted. That?
Second, the most profound. It was cold that day. I quarreled with my mother again. I don't know why,
Anyway, she said I was wrong once, so I went through it once. Finally, my mother got angry and shouted angrily.
"Well, you talked back to me when you were six years old. You learned a lot, didn't you? If you can, don't
Use my money, don't wear the clothes I bought for you! "
I am really angry, like a balloon about to explode. All my anger comes from the crack in the balloon.
Spit it out: "If you don't wear it, you don't wear it." The cold wind panted around the house, although teaching.
, or cold. I pulled hard on both sides, pulled off my coat and tried my best.
When I fell to the ground, the end of the sweater was even worse. I pulled out five pieces with brute force.
Colored lines. My relatives saw me and grabbed me like a baby. "I hold my head high, word for word.
I won't wear the clothes you bought, take them away! "Then, mercilessly stared at my mother.
Mother's heart is too soft after all, and tears jump around like pearls. Maybe it's okay to cry.
Infectious, originally very strong, I also cried, crying loudly, heartbreaking.
I am very tired.
"Tired, very tired!" This is the feeling of most students. Parents always do it over and over again.
Tell: "Be patient and get into Xinghua High School." For the sake of our parents, we have to
How stressful is it? I'm afraid only senior two students can cope with the pressure of senior two.
Yes I saw my cousin's books piled up on the table like a hill, which made me look like a senior.
Very surprised. It is not surprising to face such a high stack of books now, because we have two or three.
Stack; Today's Dai Nan High School is not my ideal palace. Every day, facing those who are numb.
Wood's homework cursed them. They will always be like the water of the Yangtze River, which will never be exhausted.
Like the stars in the sky, countless. We live in pain every day. It's like we're shouting
Come, but dare not, we want to curse, but there is nothing to scold, we want to talk, but
Rejected by one reason, we want to be silent, but we have to write hard.