Part 1
I like the pothos
I have a pot of pothos at home, but due to my carelessness, it almost died.
It was a summer vacation, and the whole family was going to Beijing. I looked at the pot of green radish. It was growing hard, and the green leaves were densely piled together, covering the entire pot, making it look particularly green. They sparkle, as if there is a new life trembling on each leaf.
About two weeks later, my parents and I came back from Beijing. I walked into the community excitedly and walked home. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered: I haven't watered it in the past few days. I wonder if it will wither? My heart was in my throat, and while I quickened my pace, I thought about the current appearance of the pothos: its vines had become withered and yellow, hanging feebly on the side of the flower pot. Its leaves lost their former greenness and were replaced by a sad yellow color, weakly attached to the vines... I didn't dare to think about it anymore and walked faster and faster. Suddenly, a touch of green appeared faintly in front of my eyes. I quickly took three steps and two steps at a time and ran to the balcony quickly.
Unexpectedly, Pothos did not lose its life because it did not "drink water" for two weeks. On the contrary, it grows well under the hot sun, except that a few leaves are slightly yellowed. My hanging heart finally fell to the ground. I feel very strange that the pothos has not withered since it has not been watered for so many days and it is still under the sun. Why is this? I thought slowly. After watering the pothos, I suddenly realized: Isn’t the strong perseverance of the pothos a beautiful character? The same is true in life. Just like Grandpa Hawking, he relied on his tenacious perseverance to complete works such as "A Brief History of Time" and "The Universe in a Nutshell". How admirable this is, you know, he only had three You can move your fingers!
Pothos, I applaud you and want to learn from you!
Article 2
I like the courier guy
I remember this happened in November last year.
It was the peak sales period of the "Double Eleven Online Shopping Festival". My schoolbag lever happened to be broken, so I bought one on Taobao with my mother.
Maybe people nowadays have become lazy and have fallen in love with "online shopping". Every time I go to school, I see a courier boy delivering express products next to the "Fengchao" in the community. It was during the "Double Eleven" period, and you would often see large and small express boxes piled high on the ground.
Although it is the "Double Eleven" period, the slow arrival is understandable, but my lever has not arrived for more than a week. I'm afraid this is a bit ridiculously slow, right? My mother and I already had the idea of ??returning it.
That night, it was already past 9 o'clock, and I was about to turn off the lights at my house. Suddenly I heard a "knock-knock-knock" knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly asked my father to open the door.
"Who is it?" Dad asked with his ear against the door.
"Express delivery!"
Huh? Why did you come so late to deliver a courier? Is it my lever?
Exactly.
The door was opened, and a middle-aged man about the same age as his father was standing outside, holding a large cardboard box in his arms. "I'm sorry, it's been a week since I bought it. You haven't returned it yet, have you?" "I haven't returned it yet," I said.
I raised my head and looked at his face carefully: His face was so thin, yellow with white in it, which must have been caused by staying up late for a long time to deliver goods. He has small eyes, a slightly flat nose, and a few faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He handed the express box to me with his bamboo-like hands, and I said to him with respect: "Thank you, uncle."
He left, and his heavy steps seemed to express his exhaustion. Thumbs up...
Delivery boy. I applaud you!
Part 3
We give ourselves a thumbs up
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to the day of the charity sale.
After lunch, my father and I came to Tianyi Square.
I saw that the square was already crowded with people, and it was so dark that it could be described as a "sea of ??people." Although the weather was cold, the students still stood in front of the stalls despite the severe cold. Under the warm winter sun, I looked around and saw everyone’s dazzling array of handicrafts forming a river of shining colors.
I quickly found an empty seat, spread out my calligraphy and paintings one by one, and waited for customers to come...
"Little girl?"
" Huh?" I looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged man in black leather.
"Did you write this word?"
"No, it was written by my father, and I painted this painting! Do you want to buy it? The fan is 20 yuan a piece I tried hard to sell my calligraphy and painting.
The man thought about it for a while, "I'll buy one." "He turned around again and pulled a boy who was a little older than me over, "Choose one yourself. "The big boy took four fans up and down, and finally chose a regular script fan and handed me 20 yuan. Ah, although this is an ordinary piece of paper money, I feel it is heavy because That was the first money I made!
Later, Dad Jin and Dad also bought two of my fans and a Chinese painting for 50 yuan, 70 yuan, 100 yuan...see Looking at my increasingly bulging pockets, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"The charity sale is over, and I still have one of my father's calligraphy works that I haven't sold yet, and the others have all been sold. It turned into a few flimsy bills in my pocket, but I was very satisfied.
While everyone hadn’t closed the booth, my father and I started another charity shopping event. Among some "leftovers", I selected some practical headwear and pendants, and my father also selected a beautiful cross-stitch bookmark and a three-dimensional hand-knitted pearl bear for me. So satisfying!
This meaningful charity sale ended like this. My hands and feet have become numb in the cold wind, but my heart is still as hot as when I came!
Giving roses to others leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands. I finally realized the truth today. We folded bottles of lucky stars with our love, knitted "Warm Brand" scarves, knitted exquisite bracelets, and drew a picture. A touching picture... Let them be turned into banknotes one by one, and donated to the city's beauticians - the children of sanitation workers, so that they can have the same happy life as us. Today we are kind children, we praise ourselves!