This day reminds me of the day of writing 1, and I tasted the bitter feeling for the first time. People's words, behaviors and expressions were printed on a hard and emotionless stone and thrown at me, which didn't hurt my body, but shocked my heart. I will remember it because it is a turning point in my life.
Forget the specific date, forget the weather at that time, forget everyone's appearance, but never forget this unforgettable thing.
The story happened in an English class in a primary school. The new English teacher severely criticized those who didn't do their homework well. Very unexpectedly and inexplicably, I heard my name. Suddenly, the loud name was drowned by blood red. It was a big red cross in the exercise book and a thorny word from the teacher. "Come up and get the book!" Call me sharply. Unconsciously, I moved my chair and stood up. I walked to the podium with a straight face. I don't know what will happen, and I feel very innocent and helpless. Just when I was ready for everything, the teacher gave me a punch-he picked up the book and threw it at me, hitting me, and finally the poor book fell to the ground like a bright flower on the tree. I turned my head to a place where I couldn't see other people's faces. No one dared to speak. The whole class was quiet. It was terrible to be quiet, which made my heart beat faster, made my face red, and made me quiet and hateful. It was such a direct and rude humiliation to secretly insult the teacher. Then the teacher swore at me: "How to do my homework? You see, none of them are right. What sentence are you making up! " As far as I can remember, I didn't cry or talk to the teacher. I had to submit to humiliation, bend down to pick up my exercise book, look up and stare at the teacher darkly, and then silently walk back to my seat. At that moment, I not only held back my tears, but also felt great resentment. If I had the right, I would burst out my inner indignation and slap it down; If I had a gun, I would shoot the whole room and vent all my accumulated anger. But I didn't. I was just that timid and delicate girl at that time. I have no choice but to obey. In the face of this humiliation, I chose silence. In fact, I have a lot to say, a lot to vent ... The night before this happened, I tried my best to complete the sentence-making assigned by my teacher that I had never learned. My parents can't help me. My neighbor's sister is not at home, and there is no computer or classmate's phone number. I can only finish this challenging homework by myself. Unexpectedly, on this day, I was the biggest insult in my life.
In my opinion, the teacher did something wrong. She shouldn't assign this homework beyond our ability, and she shouldn't scold me like this, throw my notebook and disrespect me because of her teacher status. But from the teacher's point of view, she may think that I didn't do my homework on purpose and made all the mistakes on purpose to annoy her. It's been so long, and I don't want to criticize who was right or wrong in the past, because the hatred left by this day is a small matter, and the lesson for my life is a big thing.
Whether it is an individual or a group, only when you are strong can you get the respect of others; People who know how to be patient will become great in the future; Only by being generous to others can we reduce the unhappiness between people; Don't despise people who are higher or lower than you because of their status; Don't hold a grudge, forget it, and you can embrace more happiness!
After so many years, it seems as if it happened yesterday. On this day, even though I was sad, I took the first step to grow up. I always remember the education about life.
This day reminds me that the wind has passed without a trace, but there are ripples on the lake; Curved without trace, but left a memory in my mind. The footsteps of years are drifting away, and the songs of memories are in full swing. Touching the face of the years, time is out of reach, just visiting! Let me remember this day. ...
This morning, the sun was shining and blazing. I walked alone in the busy street and bought a cup of milk tea from a nearby shop on time to kill time by chatting with my classmates. I saw a cleaner dressed as a yellow sanitation worker. The clothes were covered with oil stains and stains, and the two cuffs were worn out, showing traces of time. Wearing a yellow and black hat, the weather-beaten face is marked with the imprint of ruthless years! When sweeping the floor in the hot sun, I saw a drain pipe exposed on the ground blocked by domestic garbage, and the sewage flowed all over the floor, emitting a stench. I saw it and turned my head to think: Are cleaners so irresponsible now? Hey. Just as I sighed, he came back.
I saw him pushing a garbage truck past. There were some things on the garbage truck. I took a closer look and it turned out to be a cleaning tool! I was wrong about him. He carefully examined the sewer pipe, found the problem and cleaned the sewer with dredging tools. He works hard. He tried to clean up the garbage with tools and let the water flow back, but it didn't work at all.
He frowned and thought. After a while, something unexpected happened …
He took out the garbage bit by bit with his cracked hands and put it in the garbage truck! I saw him hunched his legs, his right hand holding the wall of the section, his left hand carefully reaching into the drain pipe, his fingers reaching to the bottom, and then pulling back with difficulty. I can see that this posture is a little uncomfortable, and then he will be a little tired and his legs will tremble. After a while, I was soaked to the skin and the black garbage was pulled out bit by bit. He kept repeating this simple and laborious action! Passers-by should avoid three points when they see it, but this conscientious cleaner doesn't care at all and still digs garbage seriously! Although the drainage pipe stinks, he did not even frown, but still devoted himself to his work. I was moved by the behavior in front of me, and a warm current surged up. I can't help crying!
After an hour or two, it was finally cleaned up! He took a long breath. I saw him sweating like a pig. Beads of sweat kept rolling down like rain, wetting the clothes of the cleaner. He washed it carefully again! No trace, no aftertaste! At this time, I quickly bought him a bottle of water from a nearby convenience store. When he finishes drinking, I'll go up and pass him the water! I said, "Thank you, you have made our city more beautiful!" " He smiled happily: "these are all things I should do!" " "He smiled so brilliantly and beautifully, and the wrinkles on his face were scattered. From" valley "to" plain ",I was deeply impressed in my mind! Let me remember this day!
Let me remember this day! Cleaners let me know what is respect for duties and responsibilities; What is hard work; What is dedication; What is perseverance! Don't give up when you encounter difficulties, go ahead! I quickly sent a message to my classmate, telling him not to go out. I'm going back to do my homework.
The wind blows gently, bringing a little coolness to people; Water flows gently, nourishing people's dry hearts; Birds flew by, twittering as if announcing good news. What a wonderful world! We should protect the environment, reduce the burden of cleaners, and protect our homes at the same time!
Let me remember this day!
This day reminds me of the cold wind. I couldn't help tightening my clothes, but a few naughty winds sneaked into my neck. I shivered and walked on the empty street. When autumn comes, the fallen leaves fall like broken butterflies, unconsciously rendering the bleak autumn colors, piece by piece, how can they be completely collaged? A mottled and broken shadow, I lost in front of my eyes, my memory is still warm, but my thoughts are gradually pulling away.
Late autumn is approaching, and my mother dug up a lot of winter clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe. I liked a sweater best last year. I just turned it out to wear this morning, but I was attracted by something that shouldn't be here, a circle. "Huh?" I looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a small hole. Don't wear it. It would be a shame if someone accidentally found clothes with holes. I can't afford to lose face! Besides, if you throw away your old clothes, can't you buy new ones? Thought of here, I can't help laughing. Then he shouted, "mom, mom!" Come on! My clothes are torn! " Mother heard the voice and said breathlessly, "What's the matter? I was surprised at first sight. " Bring it here, let me see! "
I handed the sweater and smiled obsequiously: "Mom, can I buy a new dress?" Mother looked from top to bottom, left and right, and finally found the small hole. Looking at the small hole, my mother said to me in a reproachful tone, "What a pity to throw such a small hole!" " Just mended, what new clothes to buy, our family is so poor ... "I covered my ears impatiently and shouted," No, no, no! I want to buy new clothes! "Because my attitude angered my mother, she taught me with a straight face:" Children are no big or small! "I'll mend this dress for you, but I can still wear it. My mother didn't have such good clothes to wear when she was a child ... "I quit and shouted angrily," If you don't buy it, you won't buy it! Hey! " Then I grabbed a dress at random, slammed the door and rushed out, regardless of my mother calling after me.
The afterglow of the setting sun gradually diffuses, and the lithe and graceful tree shadows shield the light passing through the gap into dim dots of different sizes and roll and jump on the ground. There are almost no people in the street, only a few pedestrians in a hurry, passing by occasionally, bringing a cold wind. Walking alone, the sunset dragged my lonely figure for a long time, only the howling cold wind shouted around me.
When the sunset puts away the last ray of sunlight, the night will come, and the night will slowly cover the earth. The silver moonlight will gently pass over the branches of the begonia tree, like a ribbon as smooth as water, which will be cold to the touch. I walked aimlessly in the street, and the empty street showed my loneliness and loneliness. I hate why this mother treated me like this and didn't come out to find me.
Suddenly, there was a familiar cry in the distance, wasn't it mom? I turned my head, and my mother seemed to see me and ran quickly. I have no time to care about other things. I threw myself into my mother's arms and touched her warm body temperature. There was a warm current in my heart, and tears began to flow irrepressibly. None of us spoke, but at the moment, there is a deep truth flowing in the air, and everything is in silence.
When I got home and entered the room, I saw the neatly folded pale yellow sweater on the bed at a glance, but the small hole on it disappeared and was replaced by a small pink love. My heart seems to be sensed, constantly accepting the warmth and maternal love that gurgled from that heart.
The red maple leaves outside the window cut through the empty space, and the red but inexplicable ripples flooded into my heart, in order to let me remember this day forever.
This day reminds me that composition 4 crossed just visiting and opened a chapter of memory, with the interweaving of ups and downs, the presentation of joys and sorrows, and all kinds of things flowing in my heart. I will remember the glory of this day until the end of time.
Spring blossoms and a cool breeze blows gently. I came to the Children's Palace to learn Taekwondo with the pace of spring, and walked into the "mysterious" classroom with anxiety.
Spacious is my first impression. As the line of sight moves, the eyes are quickly fixed. One wore a white combat uniform and a black belt casually. He is not very strong or tall, but he is full of sharp breath. This is our Taekwondo teacher! A few minutes later, the class I was looking forward to finally kicked off.
His introduction is very simple, with only four words: "My name is Che Wang!" Next is a group of action performances. Accompanied by a deafening "ha!" He moved. First, the hook is like a monkey, then the leg is swept like a wolf, and then the volley kick is thrilling, such as the eagle is like a dragon, the exquisite iron bridge, turning over, the right fist is straight out, the left fist reaches the abdomen, the knees are slightly bent, and another "ha!" It ended this series of smooth movements. My classmates and I both showed envious eyes and looked at him expectantly. How nice it is to teach us such exquisite movements! Heart unwillingly jumped up.
"First squat a hundred times, then kick a hundred times." He said simply, when our expectations are dashed, it is like a wisp of smoke, and I don't know where it has gone. "What's the use!" I made an unintentional remark. His mouth turned up as if to ask the teacher, "Why don't you teach us some clever tricks?" He said nothing, just stood, standing like a javelin. No, we can only helplessly start squatting, and the disappointment on our faces can't be concealed. Quietly, we finally finished. He spoke again: "Who can help me with the board, can this classmate?" He said, pointing at me. "Hey!" The board is broken. He reached for the fallen board and showed us his hands. This is a pair of vicissitudes, a pair of real vicissitudes, no fair skin, only strong bronze muscles. I can't help touching them. At this moment, I was shocked. What hand is this! The original skin has been covered with thick calluses, which is so thick that it hurts. It's hard to imagine how many times it takes to create such a hand! At this moment, he said, "Do you know what is most important? It is not a subtle move, but a solid foundation and unremitting efforts. Even if there are thousands of tricks, what's the use of this small board move! " Every word clank, like an epoch-making sword, stung the sky in my heart and sublimated us! Yes, it looks like a tall building. Without a solid foundation, it will still collapse. I think I understand. Looking at the teacher next to me, I am no longer contemptuous but grateful.
After class was over, I walked downstairs at a brisk pace. On this day, I got sublimation, a kind of thinking about life. I never knew what was the most important before, but now I can tell you loudly that it is the foundation and hard work. Look at the grass and trees around. Why do they grow so strong all year round? It is precisely because they laid a good foundation in spring. In the eyes, all living things have changed. In this spring breeze, in this spring rain, in this sunshine, at the beginning of all these lives, they are trying to lay the foundation and make full preparations for future growth.
On this day, let me remember, let me always remember the first class this spring.
This day reminds me of the day of composition 5. What I remember is the goose feather snow, the whistling cold wind, the harsh engine sound, and the figure drifting away …
Going back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I dragged my tired body into the door along the way. When grandpa saw me, the wrinkles on his face suddenly blossomed. "What's the weather like in Tianjin? How do I go to school there? What did you do in the summer vacation? Read those books? " I answered impatiently, and finally, sleepiness prevailed over reason. I ignored grandpa's nagging and turned and rushed to the bedroom. Leave him alone. Those words that I miss so much will come out and be swallowed up.
From then on, as if frightened, he seldom asked these trivial things. Maybe you saw my impatience? Maybe I thought I accidentally touched a sore spot? Anyway, I haven't asked again these days after all.
Time flies, and it's time to leave. It snowed heavily, so the bus didn't come. I looked around bored, and the horizon was hidden in fuzzy white. There is only the whistling wind in the ear, and the world becomes quiet. I've never seen this kind of scenery before, and I'm a little sad. Yes, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Why not look more?
Suddenly, I remembered my temper with grandpa before. Ignoring his existence, he slammed the door and fell asleep. Looking back on these days, I have never had a heart-to-heart conversation with my grandfather. I know nothing about the cold, ignoring his loneliness and his expectations. Is this filial piety that a grandson should do? I feel the wind slapping my face, which makes me calm down and think seriously. Unfortunately, it is too late. The bus will come soon.
At this moment, there is an old tricycle coming towards us in the distance. Sitting on it is grandpa in a gray coat. My face was red with cold, and there was even snow on it. When we ran over, my father said distressfully, "Big, why are you here?" Seeing grandpa's silly smile, the stiff arm slowly reached into his coat, groped carefully, and trembled and stretched out. A bag full, even steaming. This is my favorite fried peanut! Dad gave a wry smile. "Big, there is food on the road." Grandpa is still smiling at us. I was silent. In order to bring us peanuts, grandpa had to come from far away from the country and walk against the wind on the muddy road. Let the snow blow. His waist and legs are not good enough, so he ignored it at this moment. I looked at his face flushed by the wind, heartache, guilt.
The bus came, and grandpa watched me get on it. Dad advised grandpa to go back, but he didn't listen and just stood there. I opened the window and looked at him, and found that grandpa's eyes were unspeakable, as if he had a thousand words to say. I felt guilty, so I said I was sorry. He smiled like a child and said, "study hard and remember to come back!" " "
I can't help crying, how I regret what I did before. The car moved and his figure drifted away. I tried to look into the distance, eager for the car to slow down again and eager to see him again. I watched his figure quickly turn into a black spot, and in the blink of an eye, it never appeared again. In the snow, only car marks are left, and no one can be seen again.
On this day, the wanderer left the warm embrace and ran to the vast distance like pieces of flying snowflakes. On this day, I know that some words can't be said at the end, and some love can't be cherished until it is lost. Grandpa's love, wordless but better than a thousand words, inadvertently but unforgettable. He is as loose as a mountain, a lamp and a candle, and he will always be so tall and majestic. He has paid a lot of love beyond words, even if I can't repay it in my life!
Let me remember this day!
This day reminds me of composition 6. People often sigh that "time flies, the sun and the moon fly". However, there are often memorable days, and it is this day that enriches my life. This day is unusual from morning till night. Maybe it was a moment that made this day different.
After 90, self-confidence and optimism, parents love. I really don't know what trouble is. Primary school study is my strong point, and my grades have been good. But after entering the first day of junior high school, I found that the days of junior high school are like soybeans in a basket, held up one by one. It seems that I still have a lot of room for study, but sadly, my grades have been losing ground, not rising.
On this day, I sat uneasily in the classroom, and the feeling of tension spread from my heart to all around. The laughter of my classmates troubled my mind like noise. The sound of the teacher announcing the mid-term results was like a bullet hitting my heart. I bowed my head and thought that what I worked hard day and night never had a bad result. The head teacher talked to me, and the earnest words rang in my ear: "The classmates all know that you don't study hard. If you don't work hard, your grades will be worse! " I looked at the teacher with tears in my eyes, and the teacher's dissatisfied expression was written on my face, so I was speechless. Leave the classroom silently!
When I go home, I think I will talk to my parents more easily. I was about to summon up courage to speak when my parents' expectant eyes and warm words swallowed what I had just said. At dinner, I finally said, "Mom and Dad, my grades are getting worse and worse. What should I do? " When the words came out, I regretted it, because the smile on my parents' faces was completely solidified, and I bowed my head to eat guiltily. I thought I would get a furious reprimand, but my ears were quiet, only the sound of my favorite cartoon "Detective Conan". "Son, listen to me tell a story first, okay?" Dad broke the silence at home first. Obviously, I have no reason to refuse. In addition, I can't say, "a man walked and saw a boy who was missing a bottle erected not far away for a long time." Every time he shoots a shell, he always waits for his mother to pick it up, and he doesn't even pick it up himself! This man is going to blame the child who is not self-reliant. When he gets closer, he finds that he is blind ... "Hearing this, I smiled. "One more thing." My father glared at me and said seriously, "Just as the man turned to leave, there was the crisp sound of the bottle falling to the ground and the boy's laughter behind him!" "
I was stunned by the end of the story! At the same time, I also woke up: everyone's efforts and gains are in direct proportion, just like my math! The reason why it's just the difference in direct ratio coefficient is that everyone is not worse than others, but only short-term backwardness.
Standing in my room, I was suddenly enlightened. I stood at the window and looked at the swaying trees on both sides of the glittering street. No matter who is watching in the bustling crowd, I am singing my own songs and enjoying the scenery outside the window alone. I firmly said to myself, study hard and make progress every day! At school, my friend's crying and the lively sound of friends playing outside the window can't shake my posture sitting at the table.
It was this day that my father's words impressed me deeply! Whenever my father's expression comes to my mind, my father's words often echo in my ears. I will feel guilty in my heart because I failed my father's love for me! Fatherly love is the greatest love, and this is fatherly love!
This day reminds me of the sound of firecrackers, and the air is full of fiery passion. The school organized teachers and students of Mo Yun Calligraphy Society to come to Hong Zhong Square to participate in the activities of writing Spring Festival couplets and sending blessings on the spot.
We were arranged in front of a big table, only to see a few grandfathers splashing ink across the table, only to see their faces calm, a delicate brush dipped in ink in their hands free and easy, and there was an inky generate among the flowing water. Look at their weather-beaten cheeks. Although they are engraved with the mark of years' baptism, they all look younger with the company of calligraphy, the pervasion of Mo Yun and the interest, with a slight temperament of literati connotation. I thought to myself: Can you still write calligraphy in this state? At this time, I came to my senses, took out the copybook from my bag, picked a happy content and wrote it cheerfully.
A group of people soon gathered around, only to hear a few grandmothers boast: "This girl writes well!" " "Hearing this, I felt a little proud, but on the surface I was still absorbed in writing, without any publicity. My Spring Festival couplets are so popular that they have all been robbed. Looking back on the past six years, I got up early every day to get greedy for the dark, just for a dedication to calligraphy. When I was a child, there was an old teacher at school. We all affectionately called him "Teacher Meng" and stayed to help students write calligraphy after retirement. Before the morning class, others were enjoying a delicious breakfast at home. I have come to the calligraphy classroom early to practice a few words; In the evening, when others are already huddled in the warm bed and dreaming, I am still pondering my writing skills in the study. When others complain about their poor handwriting, I can confidently show my calligraphy works, because I know that the terrible thing is not that I don't work hard, but that while you work hard, others work harder than you! After entering the first grade of junior high school, Mr. Meng said that his ability was limited and he was no longer able to continue tutoring us. So he introduced me to a better calligraphy teacher, xu teacher, who began to advance from European regular script to official script, and studied running script after half a year ... All the way through the storm, she persisted and never gave up easily.
While I was immersed in memories, an old man came over and saw a pair of Spring Festival couplets on the table, asking, "Who wrote this?" I looked up and quickly replied, "I wrote it." He looked at me, then looked down at the words and said with a smile, "It's well written, and I know regular script well, but there are some shortcomings." Come, let me talk to you. " I didn't think much at that time, but I thought the old man knew a lot, so I leaned in and listened carefully. He patiently pointed out to me: "This word is well written. The left half of the following word needs to be more compact and the degree of freedom slightly looser. Well, this word is also very good ... "In this way, the old man patiently reminded me word by word, and I admired him in my heart. After that, he had to leave. After a few steps, he turned his head, smiled and left me a phone call, saying, "Send me a message when you finish writing WeChat, and I'll take a look at it for you." I couldn't help looking up at this white-haired old man with rimless glasses, showing a bit of literati temperament. I was pleasantly surprised to find that this grandfather is one of the grandfathers who just wrote a letter opposite us. "hmm!" I answered again.
On the way back, the old gentleman introduced to me by Teacher Yin is the calligrapher Mr. Shen. He found that my calligraphy skills are deep and I am a rare and good prospect. After listening to it, I was pleasantly surprised.
With the support of faith, I have a stage to show and won the appreciation of Bole, which is more prestigious. How can this day and this moment not be remembered by me?
Listen, there is the sound of flowers in the distance, which is the most beautiful music in the Mo Yun world, waiting for spring flowers with me.
This day reminds me of composition 8. The laughter of three girls, Ye and Tong, rolled in the pool. The blue sky exudes a crystal-clear texture, green mountains and forests, and sparkling pools. On this day of summer vacation, the three of us came to the strange pool to play. In the water world of Guaitan Scenic Area, colorful and changeable floating inflatable water toys make us crazy-
Ye pushed the drum forward with her hands and feet like a cat in the green inflatable "big drum", only letting her pedal in the drum, and the drum just stood still without face; The child sat on the seesaw like a child, twisting his body, narrowing his eyes into a crescent shape, and smiling from ear to ear in the sun. As for me, I managed to climb to the "water trampoline" with all my strength, threw my slippers to one side of the trampoline, jumped up and down like a monkey, and was sprayed with a lot of water by the net ring of the trampoline, and I was soaked through. ...
After having fun, we all jumped into knee-deep water and walked to the shore. I was wearing red slippers, and when I got to the shore, I suddenly felt a soft foot. Oh, no! It's mud It kept biting my foot, and I fell into a swamp, and my body kept sinking! The pool, which was muddy with mud, was so aggressive that it was going to drown me!
My heart beat several times faster, and I was quickly swallowed up by the pool in panic. I tried my best, and suddenly a golden cicada hatched at my feet-saved! But the only shoe I brought was left in the mud.
I waited and thought it would come up, but the water was deep and the sediment was like a solid lock-I stood in the middle of the water in despair and I lost this shoe. How can I get there? This is the country! What am I supposed to tell my mom? Although my friends and enthusiastic adults dived into the water to help me find it, I still couldn't find it. ...
When it landed, it was criticized. I don't care about this. The problem is that the jagged gravel on the road shines in the sun ... I tried to walk a few steps and still remember the pain. Besides, the heat absorbed by those stones at a high temperature of more than 30 degrees burned me like hot iron. I stood there, not daring to move a step, and the pain tormented me. However, at this moment, Ye went behind my back!
I was so shocked that I forgot to say thank you for a moment. Ye is my classmate, not a relative. Ye is my peer, a girl with soft shoulders, not a powerful person. But she didn't say a word behind my back. My weight weighs her down like grass in a strong wind. I said it doesn't matter, I can go by myself. She was silent, with a little wobbly and oozing sweat, and walked away step by step.
Ye's action and Ye's silence blocked my heart for a time. I think Ye Ping is a girl who loves to talk, laugh, be crazy and make trouble, but at the moment, her silence makes me feel that I have seen a new sky.
Ye Hetong, take turns carrying me. That road, so long.
The child I used to know is the one who suggested using her back. When the child hugged me, I smelled her hair and felt warm in my heart. ...
They gasped, but they didn't say a word; The steps at the foot are shaking, but the eyes are firm; They are all ordinary girls, but they did something I never thought of.
The sun is very poisonous. Slate road, very long.
My mind suddenly seemed to open a box of memories-I remembered that the chicken soup on the table was robbed at noon, and Ye gave me half of her little soup; Although we are only nodding acquaintances, I think Tong is as caring and selfless as her own sister. I think of joking leaves and silent leaves; I think of the child who greeted me gently, and I think of the child who looked anxious when he was frustrated. ...
I think this is the first gift I received in early summer.
A gift that I will never forget.
Yes, because of that tiny moment, I will always remember this day!