One thing, although it has been more than half a year, is still fresh in my memory, as if it happened yesterday.
I remember it was a hot summer Sunday afternoon. The sun is scorching the earth, and my mother takes me shopping in the mall. Pedestrians on the road hold up umbrellas one after another, and cicadas keep chirping, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! "
It's really annoying
I really don't know if I don't go in. I got a fright when I went in. The shopping mall was crowded with people, like a huge oven, which was "baked" in less than three minutes. I held my mother's hand tightly and sweated a lot. After coming out, my mother saw that I was too hot to stand, so she bought me an ice cream to eat. I think, this is really a timely help! I ate and thought, an ice cream was "destroyed" by me, and the ice cream paper was thrown into the trash can. Just listen to "when"
With a bang, the ice cream stick rolled to the ground. I took a look and walked on.
After a few steps, I heard the cry of milk: "Little sister, little sister!" " "I turned around and saw an eight-or nine-year-old boy pointing at the ice cream stick on the ground, which was dazzling on the clean road." A little boy is in charge of one of my cadres. "
I think. "Ignore him!" I never looked back, and caught up with my mother in three steps and two steps.
"Little sister is not good, little sister is not good! The teacher said that SARS had just happened recently, so we should protect the environment and prevent SARS. " After eating, he carefully picked up the ice cream stick, stuffed it into the trash can, and then ran away to play with confidence.
I looked up in surprise, from my neck to my ears: an eight-year-old boy has such a profound understanding of environmental protection, not to mention a fourth-grade brigade cadre!
A little thing.
I got another scar on my hand this morning. How did this scar come from? If you say it, you will laugh at me. All right, just say it, smile happily.
Here's the thing: after breakfast in the morning, the whole family went shopping together. On the way to the vegetable market, I was very bored when suddenly a burning plastic bag burned in front of me. I immediately ran to put out the fire, because I knew that if the fire was too big, it would burn all the trees nearby, which was very dangerous. But what can such a big fire put out? Then I saw a pile of old bricks on the side of the road. I wanted to put out the fire with bricks, so I raised a brick and threw it at the fire. There was a bang, and sparks flew like plastic bags exploded.
Ah, it hurts. My right hand hurts like a needle. When I touched it with my left hand, the back of my right hand was covered with boiling liquid and plastic skin, and blisters of all sizes appeared immediately. It turns out that there is a pool of water under the plastic bag, which has been burned very hot. When the brick was smashed, the water splashed with the burnt plastic skin and landed right on my right hand. After a while, the scalded skin fell off and the blisters on my hands were bigger than peanuts.
My hand has been hurting this morning, and I can't write. My mother took me to Wangjing Hospital. The doctor punctured the injured blister, put some medicine on it and gave me an infusion. My mother looked at my painful face and said, look at you. I know you want to put out the fire, but it is not enough to have good ideas. Do things with your head and use scientific methods. If you do this rashly, something will happen to you.
It seems that my mother is right. If I had observed carefully and used my brain, this scar would not have fallen on me. Once I learn it, I will remember this lesson.