The summer vacation is almost over, but I am stuck at home all day. I didn't go out to play because swine flu is spreading everywhere now. At the right moment, Uncle Xiaofang of Jiande invited us to go rafting in Xin 'anjiang, Jiande.
This time we went rafting in Hulu Waterfall Canyon, the most interesting place in Xin 'anjiang.
Huluxia rafting is located in Jiande, western Zhejiang, belonging to the Three Gorges of Fuchun River. Huluxia ecological drift is the first ecological drift in Zhejiang, with a total distance of 3km, a drop of nearly 100m, a maximum drop of 4m and a longest drop of 100m. The whole drifting takes about 1 hour. There are lush vegetation in the canyon, and there is a spectacular gourd waterfall in the valley, which is as high as 100 feet. There is a natural cave on the rock wall, which looks like a gourd.
My brother and I boarded the kayak with paddles. It's quite comfortable to sit in a kayak. Then, we each take an oar, you sit there, I sit here and slide forward hard. After all, we are all children, and rowing skills are not as professional as theirs, so we don't move forward at all, just spin in the same place. Sitting on the boat, I wonder why they can all go forward without rowing, while we can only row in circles. After thinking for a while, we put away the oars and let the boat walk along the water by itself. Then, we took out the water gun we brought back from the outside and began to make trouble. The two of us shot at random with guns and hit whoever we saw. This kind of water gun has a long range and great lethality, and it hurts to hit others. So I forged a lot of grievances.
Suddenly, my body leaned back. It turned out that before we knew it, we had reached the place where the water was flowing fast. Let's put down our weapons and hold on to the handrail next to us. The ship kept hitting the rocks in the water, bumping around like a headless fly. The kayak kept spinning forward. Then the ship stopped and never moved again. It turned out that the boat was stuck in a gap and the torrent kept pouring water into the boat. But it's pretty cool. It's cold to spill it on your body. I finally got down. There are countless splashes falling from the sky and hitting our faces. It turns out that our "enemy" is taking revenge. We immediately picked up the water gun and filled it with water. To save trouble, we all photographed their faces, but they all put their heads in. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it is the best policy to take thirty-six measures, and we will run with paddles. All their splashes splashed on others, which led to the fight between them.
What a happy time, but it's all gone.
On the second day, the days are like the warp and weft in the loom, orderly and monotonous. Every time the rising sun shines, I also ride hard in the harmony of the breeze.
Trouble is coming, the bicycles in the corridor can be described as one of the wonders of the world: some crisscross and stagger; Some stand straight at the door, like doormen at home; Some fell to the ground, like a drunk; Others parked in the car, just like a group of children playing with pyramids. When the cart process was over, precious five minutes passed, but he appeared.
My father is a man of strong will. Whether it is hot or cold, there is always a figure of him sweating like rain on the playground. "Son, I helped you push the car out." Dad shouted downstairs. "Oh." I also processed a long sentence. Gradually, pushing a cart became my father's habit, and enjoying it became my habit.
On this day, as usual, I want to ask my father to help me go downstairs and push the cart. I found my father asleep because he was on duty the day before. Well, I have to solve this thorny problem by myself. I jumped down the stairs in three steps and opened the door, trying to push my car out, but there were still several cars crowded together in this narrow aisle, so I had to push the car to both sides with difficulty, grab the handle of the car and rub it back hard. Every time I wipe it, my anger deepens. Finally, I reached the door, and I kicked it in disgust, but the door was bigger than my anger-it bounced back forcefully. Many things happen, but I only heard a bang, and the door slammed shut.
This voice made me shudder, and I suddenly felt a faint love, no, a deep love, a unique love between father and son. I put down my bike and ran to my sleeping father. I happened to find that the thick short hair had gradually become sparse, and the naughty white hair was hidden inside. The crow's feet beside my eyes changed from one to three, and my tears could not help flowing down.
Thank you, Dad! You used the days of our lives to build my youth. Time is still beautiful, but you are vicissitudes. Dad, I love you!
I will always smile at you as long as you like. -inscription
Friendship is the most beautiful flower in the world. It grows in the sun forever, and we need to water it with the most sincere feelings. Friendship is the greatest wealth in my life.
"Give you a task." The teacher called me to the office that day and said bluntly, "There will be a speech contest at school, and I recommend you to participate."
"I'm afraid I can't ... I can't bear such a heavy burden." I whispered with my head down.
"Nothing is impossible, you are excellent!" The teacher smiled and said to me, "Give you a week, I know you can do it."
"The teacher's life is hard to disobey," so I had to bite the bullet and agree. After two days of hard work, the manuscript was finally written, but it could not be expressed well. "What's the matter? So sad? " My friend looked at me with a sad face and asked. "The manuscript is ready, but I am still afraid that, like last time, it is time to embarrass our class." I said with my head down. My friend took the manuscript and read it carefully. "ah! It would be a pity if such a good manuscript was not displayed. " Then put down the manuscript and looked at me and said, "Trust me, you are great. Don't give up because of a small mistake. If you don't try to stand up after falling once, you will fall forever. How do you know if you can do it without trying? You are so excellent that you won't let everyone down, will you? Everyone supports you. "
"Really? Really? " I looked up at her. My friend gave me a big smile and said, "Yes, you can." At this moment, it seems that a warm light has entered my heart, driving away my inferiority complex and giving me warmth, courage and strength. I also smiled happily and nodded heavily. My friend made a victory gesture to me. We laughed so brightly in the sun.
"... stick to your dreams and believe that I can do it! "After the silence, applause rang, and I succeeded!
"Look, I knew you could do it!" My friend stood under the stage and gave me a thumbs-up and said. At this time, something slipped from the corner of my eye and slipped into the corner of my mouth along my cheek. Those are tears, but they are sweet! I whispered "thank you" to her and gave her a thumbs-up sign. We all laughed. ...
Friendship is like the warm sun in winter. It always feels very happy when it shines on us, and it is also the softest place in our hearts. This is the most precious wealth in my life. Dear friends, let's warm ourselves in the severe winter and welcome the first sunshine in spring. I am very happy. You gave me warmth, accompanied me to grow up and taught me to be strong. It was an old time that could not be copied.
Time flies, such as running water slipping through my fingers, and a trace of coolness still remains in my fingers, recalling the scenery of my former campus. There are still two kapok trees standing upright on the playground, and my constant eyes are accompanied by my childhood growth.
Golden sunshine accompanied by refreshing autumn, stepping into a strange campus, I was a little at a loss. Introversion and timidity make me afraid to raise my hand and take part in group activities. Until that day, teacher, you called me out and said let me walk with you. I still remember you staring at me forever. Your eyes are like shining stars, shining on my face through the quiet sky. You said to me, "Every child is in the sky. Stars, the teacher has a bad eye. Can you shine so that the teacher can see you? "
When I got home that night and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, I couldn't help thinking of my teacher's eyes. I made up my mind to try to show myself.
It's another golden autumn, and I still can't face the failure of the monthly exam. I can't help feeling wronged at the thought of my own efforts and the results I got. I chose to give up until the teacher found me, and the teacher was no longer so kind. He stared at me with strong eyes and whipped me like a whip, as if to punish me for choosing to retreat. I know you are wronged in the face of failure, and you feel ashamed, but failure is not shameful. It's a shame that you gave up. Looking at the teacher's powerful eyes at that moment, I learned to face it bravely and never give up.
It's time to say goodbye The graduation certificate was issued. I looked at the unfamiliar classmates from the beginning to the close classmates later, at the teachers who worked hard for us, and at the campus where we once laughed and ran together, but I was reluctant to part. When we saw our teachers for the last time, they were speechless. Faced with this difference, I don't know what to say. I broke the silence first: "teacher, in fact, everything you said is a great encouragement to me." "Yes, of course." I stared at the teacher, and the corner of his eye became moist. I can't help thinking of the strangeness when I first met my teacher. Everything is so fast that I don't know how to express the disappointment in my eyes.
I think of my childhood, my teacher, my teacher's words and eyes. Don't worry, teacher, I will be a star that never gives up, so that you can see me shining.
Yancheng, Jiangsu, a warm name, a strange hometown. I don't know where I should go. Carrying heavy luggage, I went through all the admission procedures and started a new road to study.
I seldom communicate with my classmates. When I meet them, I always walk by with my head down and immerse myself in my own world. The laughter of my classmates reached my ears, which was a satire on me and stung my eardrum.
I walked alone on the road, tears could not help but flow, crying tired, step by step to walk home. This is my mother's cry, Xiu Xiu. Come and look. Where are these books? The new book will be back soon. I walked over and picked up the book gently, and the picture of leaving flashed through my mind.
In the face of classmates and teachers who live together day and night, although there are thousands of words in their hearts, they always can't say it. I often talk about it, but I shed sour tears in my heart ...
When I transferred to another school, my classmates said, "All things must come to an end." With that, they burst into tears. Looking back, we lived together, singing and laughing, sharing joys and sorrows. In happy days, we share the joy of success; In the painful days, we were all baptized by the storm.
Listening attentively, I can vaguely hear the students holding hands and singing the song of victory on the playground; I can still remember that eighteen people tried their best, but the rope still tilted to the other side. Although this is not the result we expected, it is also unforgettable. The teachers' philosophical teachings still seem to ring in my ears. ...
I still remember that once, the whole class was insulted, and the class teacher wrote us eight big characters-"class honor and disgrace, my responsibility."
It has long been deeply imprinted in our hearts; I still remember the eight Chinese characters given to us by the Chinese teacher-"Gold is insufficient, pursuit of perfection", and he planted buds in our hearts that dare to innovate; Remember that politics brought us a long thought-"Does honesty need an excuse?" ; There is also the truth that the physical education teacher told us-"the body is the capital of the revolution."
I deeply remember: the day before I left, the class teacher took us to ktv, and my classmates covered my eyes with black cloth and helped me into the box. I don't know who helped me take the black cloth away. The table was full of farewell gifts, and the enlarged photos of the Group of Eight (1) were posted on the wall. The box is decorated with ribbons and balloons on it. The students all gathered around and said, "Why are you crying? It is enough to remember us. " As he spoke, the students' tears also flowed down. The head teacher came with tears in his eyes and said, "Don't cry, we want Xiu to leave with our best influence." As he spoke, the camera prepared by the teacher kept shooting. The students took out their mobile phones one after another, wrote down the most beautiful moments and wrote down the most sincere wishes.
With the sound of "bon", I don't know who turned off the light, but there is light in one place. The head teacher is walking to the table with a cake with thirteen candles on it. The students said in unison, "3,2, 1". Then, the singer "Swallow" in our class sang: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is bright.
At the end of the song, everyone cried again, holding the microphone and saying, "Xiu, February is your fourteenth birthday, because you are not here now. Come, make a wish. " I made a wish at everyone's request: if possible, we will always be friends. The head teacher added, "Listen, Class Eight, I will come to this school after graduating from high school. Just remember today, and we'll meet again, ok? " "Good" students said in unison.
"Xiu, don't forget us and write to us often."
"Monitor, you go, don't forget us, we love you."
"Sorry, we are still friends, ok?"
……
Now I feel very happy to see my friend's message. With a group of such friends and teachers, I woke up like a dream. The students here are all the same, aren't they? I want to study hard, don't I? Not only for myself, but also for those good friends.
In fact, before I left, I didn't have time to say to you, "friend, I love you." How can I forget you? You will remain in my memory forever. "
I always feel it's still early. It is not too late.
It's winter in a flash. I like the cold wind in winter. Even if the face is cold, it is very' comfortable'.
I still remember the teenagers who were eleven or twelve rushed out of the school gate and went crazy everywhere, and came back with them in the afternoon with a high temperature of more than 30 degrees.
Running on the road with a schoolbag on your back, letting the warm wind blow on your cheeks.
If you give me some time.
Some people say: Time is like a handful of sand in your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will run. On the contrary, your grip is very loose.
It will become more honest.
But these so-called time sands will always run out, right?
Between heaven and earth, if a white pony passes by [note: a white horse is like the sun; Gap: gap. Like a little white horse running in front of a small gap. Describe how time flies. 】, suddenly.
Time ... feels cold.
No one wants to be a child looking for time, but ... how many people really care about time?
No one can be spared from being a child who has lost time. Everyone has to meet that ruthless time ... but not every time.
They are all called fleeting time.
Youth, what a beautiful word. Perhaps everyone thought that youth would never end. But it's endless
Youth will end one day,
When I was young and frivolous, I wasted all that time.
Take advantage of the good times and read it well.
Take advantage of the good times and hate once.
Make good use of your time and have fun.
Some people will say that my handwriting is good. There are gold and silver cards everywhere in my house, and my works are posted on the wall of the gate. It is not uncommon for me to win these awards. On the surface, I am more dazzling in calligraphy, but who knows what kind of sweat I have paid behind me?
My calligraphy teacher is Li Xuan, who is very famous in Changsha. She used to be the teacher of the wife of the provincial party secretary, and her understanding, application and teaching of calligraphy were extremely strict. I was scolded countless times in my first semester. After studying for two semesters, I was scolded even more. Once, I was scolded the worst. Teacher Xiao Li tore my homework in front of the whole class and parents and punished me for running ten times on the stairs on the sixth floor. I just sat there after running until my mother took me away. I thought my mother was going to scold me, too, but she said slowly to me in a calm tone, "I can't say this." Teacher Xiao Li hit you hard for your own good. Now is the golden age of your study. Didn't teacher Xiao Li say that you are a useless person? Then we will use our own strength to fight back at her words. " My mother's words were warm and gave me encouragement and passion for struggle. I have been practicing hard since then.
At that time, I was still in primary school and didn't have much homework. I can spend a lot of time practicing. Every night from 7: 00 to 10, I only drink water twice, go to the toilet once and practice all the time. The practice papers piled higher and higher, and my mother stopped me again and again to read the model essay. I stood by the wall with tears in my eyes, looked at the model figures posted for a quarter of an hour, and then went back to write. I fell on the table and cried several times, and my face was full of semi-finished products mixed with tears and ink. Every time I am called up by my mother, she helps me dry my tears, touches my face and says, Come on, it's almost ten o'clock, don't give up! Once, I suddenly began to cry again, knocking the butterfly to the ground and tearing the exercise paper to pieces. This time, my mother didn't speak and made me cry. Are you better after crying? If you cry, you will completely eliminate all the pain. Who won't fail? The key is to fight back after failure. Don't you want Miss Xiao Li to swallow her words back? How could you? Mother picked up the paper, spread it out, mended it, folded it and gave it to me. My mind is full of imagination.
A month, two months and three months passed, and I stopped crying. The more I write, the better. There is a passion in my heart, which seems to burn more and more with gasoline. When I showed my new work to Miss Xiao Li, she was so shocked that her chin almost fell off. She praised me for my good writing!
It's not the joy of struggle, it's monotonous, and it's a little sweet to think of that difficult time again.
Some people boil time into golden branches and jade leaves, some people boil time into a high wall and iron fence, and some people boil time into a ten-year cold window. On the other hand, my mother boiled time into ivy and beat me with it every night.
I just rummaged through my mother's old boxes when I was idle. This is a box that has been dusty for many years. The box is covered with a thick layer of dust, and each dust seems to tell a story.
Open the box gently, and you will see the neatly arranged letters and diaries whose covers have been dyed yellow by time, but the most conspicuous one is the long ivy. Looking at the patched ivy, the past came to mind.
What is beating red in the sky is an afternoon sunset, and a gorgeous rainbow crosses the sky. This is exactly "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing the color training in the sky?" .
"One, two, three, one, two, three ..." The laughter of my friends outside the window made me "concerned". Summer is a beautiful season, and catching crickets and crabs is a topic that children talk about. I was forced to write big characters at home, and my mother stood by like a prison guard with ivy and stared at my every move.
I asked cautiously, "Mom, can you go down and play for a while?" Out of awe of the ivy in my mother's hand, I'm afraid that my voice is too small for mosquitoes to hear. But my mother quickly reacted and said, "Look at you, you don't study hard. People are writing outside and only know how to play." How can I become a useful person to society in the future? "Well, I have to bury myself in a book.
This incident is like a microcosm of the past in the study journey. For a while, I couldn't understand why I was like a caged bird while others were having fun. Now, the diary full of time memories has solved my doubts.
"Son, you are not born to be what kind of person. Anyone should make unremitting efforts to realize his dream. Only by working hard can we reap the spring of life. Mom will give you time to cook ivy so that it can always urge you to move forward. " The diary is written like this.
Now I understand that my mother boiled time into ivy, answered questions one by one, accompanied me on trips again and again, and poured out a little heart. It is this day and night care that makes me have fuller wings and become an eagle that can fly high. That kind of tireless teaching and companionship is not bound for no reason, but full of a mother's deepest love for her children.
Thanks to my mother's ivy, I will cook ivy for my children in the future.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly. Time always flies, always trivial. Only by making good use of them can we have a little space of our own in our busy life and feel the beauty of life with our heart.
Enjoy trivial time, and you can feel the pleasure of reading. Taste reading can make you relax, swim in the sea of books, see the world, learn knowledge, let yourself go and cultivate yourself. You can immerse yourself in a world of your own, without the noise of the market, the interference of others and the traffic, so that you can feel your heart in this little book.
Enjoy trivial time, you can go out and have a look. There is a good saying: "The world is so big, I want to see it. Travel and feel the beauty of mountains and rivers; Travel and feel the beauty of civilization; Travel and feel the beauty of the world. Indulge in the landscape, you can feel the heroism and mind of ancient literati, you can feel the rare relaxation and happiness in life, and you can also appreciate the beauty of the world. Go to the natural landscape, you can appreciate the greatness of nature; Go to the civilized ancient city, you can appreciate the rise and fall of history; When you go abroad, you can appreciate the humanistic beauty of other countries.
Enjoy trivial time and cultivate hobbies, such as piano, painting, street dance, football, etc. These are optional. When learning them, I am also tempering my will-my patience and self-confidence. While raising them, you are isolated from the world, time will pass quickly, and you may forget to eat and sleep. When playing the piano, you can indulge in music. When painting, you can get the joy and sense of accomplishment after completion. When you play ball, you can sweat profusely on the court and forget everything unpleasant.
Enjoy trivial time and study. As the saying goes, "play while learning, play while learning". If learning is an interesting thing, you can stop being bored and time will pass quickly and happily. The most important thing is that you can learn a lot of knowledge to enrich your life. When you study in a quiet room, you will appreciate the interest and philosophy of life. Let you enjoy life and time.
Enjoy trivial time, and life will be less boring and boring. It will be full of fun and make your life more meaningful. In this colorful era, I hope you enjoy your trivial time!
The second day of writing 10 "The fastest, slowest, longest, shortest, most common, most precious, most easily overlooked and most regrettable thing in the world is time." I often think that youth is not the representative of time. The light and shadow of youth flowed around the phoenix tree like time, until the wind blew up the white hair in my ears, and I remembered how many times I had said "thank you" to my family, friends and teachers in my life.
When babbling, who taught you to speak with the most beautiful rhyme in your ear? It's my father. At that time, I hoped that the first sentence I learned was "thank you", thanking my father for teaching me to speak, but I didn't say it. Now I regret it.
Who sang in the quiet night in primary school? It's my mother. Looking at her old age, I really want to say to her, "Thank you for comforting my sadness and bringing me so many years of happiness." But this sentence did not appear, and now I still bury it deeply in my heart. As the light goes by, my feelings become more and more profound.
Now I am a middle school student, and I have officially become a member of my youth life. Now I have no pressure in my life. I spend my parents' money and my own youth, but youth is a short-lived dream. When you wake up, it has already disappeared without a trace.
Gratitude walks with youth, learns to be grateful in youth, and bravely says thank you when parents help us. This is all I can do when I was young. I don't want youth to be a hasty book. We read and read with tears in our eyes, but we want to be an uneducated youth. I don't know what youth is. I only know that a word of gratitude is so important in my heart and in my parents' heart.
Perhaps you have forgotten the gratitude when you were young, thinking about forgetting, the years passed, forgetting the mottled songs in the moonlight, forgetting who was with you in those sorrows and joys, and he received nothing.
In youth, it's the rings you carved in my heart. The blue sky of that year, the autumn wind of that year, the "thank you" said at the end of that year, and the original pure white memories left a figure in the sunset, hidden in the red clouds on the horizon.
A flower with a world, a leaf with a sigh, a lifetime of gratitude, in order to thank my parents in my youth and let gratitude go with my youth, I will definitely leave that "thank you" in my parents' remaining life.