A first-year writer writes an article 1 He used to be a young boy, but now he is graceful. I have been promoted to junior high school and made new friends. Let me introduce them to you!
Her hair is black and bright, like the feathers of a black swan. Her hair is always tied loosely, giving people a feeling of laziness. Her peach eyes are full of enthusiasm and youthful vitality. Unfortunately, she wears a pair of round glasses. Her cute little nose always makes people want to pinch; That cherry-like mouth is rosy and moist, like lipstick.
Her skin color is white and red, her fingers and bones are distinct, and her round steamed stuffed bun face makes people want to bite. She likes wearing black, probably because it can bring out her white. Help her sit quietly at that time, giving people a feeling of being a lady; When she speaks, it makes people feel very manly. In short, she is very lively, and you will be very happy with her.
She is a transfer student from Shanghai. When she first came, she sat next to me. I was writing a topic, and she just couldn't. She told me how to do it at once. I called her Xueba at that time, but when I got the first monthly exam results, I found that her grades were not very good either, but she said that she would continue to refuel next time, so watch it!
She speaks very manly, probably because of her loud voice, but she always likes to put her hand on others' shoulders, just like boys walking side by side. I remember one time when physical education class got off the bus, he walked up to me with heroic steps, put his hand on my shoulder and said loudly, "Go! Go back to the classroom with your sister! " Before I could answer, he took me away overbearing.
She can be "crazy" sometimes. She once pulled me out of the classroom, stared at me for a while, and then smiled. She couldn't stop laughing, so I wanted to hit her. Just now, she actually looked at me with a pout and a round face, selling cute to me! A very overbearing girl suddenly sells Meng to you, and you will be unbearable. Just laugh it off. She also likes to scare people, and standing next to others suddenly makes a hullabaloo about, which is very scary. I was scared by her several times, and my little heart was almost scared.
She is my silly and lovely girl-Xu Hui.
I am simple, just an ordinary little girl. Ordinary is like a dust, no one will notice me, because I am too ordinary.
But even so, I have dreams. A seemingly great dream, but no one around me believes I can succeed. My dream is not as colorful as others. My dream is actually as quiet and gorgeous as myself, but why doesn't anyone believe me? I am ordinary, but my dream is extraordinary. That is to be a successful white-collar worker. Maybe you don't think this is a dream, but it is enough in my heart. I am ordinary, and my academic performance and family background are not the best. But so what? I firmly believe that I can find my dream in this colorful world.
I am ordinary, and no one will stop for me, for my little beauty.
Admire. But I never give up, and I never hate. Even so, I don't want to pretend to be gentle and lovely like other girls and let others have a good impression on me. I am who I am, so I may not be likable, but so what. I think no matter what others give you, it is the most important thing to make yourself happy, isn't it? Maybe I'm not likable, but I have my own style and my own ideas. I really don't want to change myself because of some people's opinions. I will only do what I want. Because only I can decide everything about me. Even if I am ordinary, it doesn't matter if others think I am useless.
I will only tell you, Linger, I won't change your eyes. That's not me. I wouldn't do that under any circumstances.
Today, we went shopping in the supermarket and met a very interesting little brother.
That's where I buy correction tapes. There is a little brother, about five years old, chubby and cute. He is really glib. My little brother is sitting in the shopping cart and my father is pushing the shopping cart. My little brother wants to buy a marker or something. Dad promised to buy him one, but he wanted to buy two. So, he softened first and said very gently, "Dad, please, buy it for me?" Dad said, "It's no use begging me." Little brother saw that it was too soft and changed his tactics. So he confidently said, "Why are you so irresponsible?" Dad added, "Where am I irresponsible? Didn't I say I would buy you one? " Little brother can't beat dad, so he has to admit his bad luck. So, they pushed the car away.
Hey! What an interesting little brother!
Teacher Tao is the head teacher of our class. She has big bright eyes, which are not only beautiful, but also can talk.
Once in a math class, I not only didn't listen carefully, but also secretly started an "underground party" under the table-the novel was read with relish, but I was in Cao Cao's heart, in the Han Dynasty. Just when I was interested in it, my deskmate gave me an arm. I looked up and saw Mr Tao staring at me. I knew from Mr. Tao's eyes that I was wrong and sat down at once. Teacher Tao saw that I had corrected my mistake, and there was a smile on her lips, as if to say, "Correct when you know your mistake. That is still a good boy. " I am ashamed to see the teacher's smile.
When I ran for class cadre yesterday, my heart was still the same as usual-bang bang bang. Because I'm afraid I'll give a speech, but I have no choice. To tell the truth, who doesn't have this kind of psychology? Looking at all the students in the class, I want to take this step! However, my courage and confidence stopped me. At this time, I turned my attention to Mr. Tao. Sure enough, Mr. Tao gave me an encouraging look, as if to say, "Be brave, don't be afraid, believe in yourself, you can do it." So, I got up the courage to go to the podium and give a speech. I didn't expect my speech to get warm applause. Back in my seat, my heart is still pounding. I looked at Mr. Tao, who was looking at me approvingly, as if to say, "Haiyan, well done!" " "To my surprise, I actually got 50 votes, ranking first. However, all this is because of Mr. Tao's talking eyes.
Teacher Tao's eyes can talk, and I understand everything she says.
On the first day of junior high school, I was in class. This class is a music class. Great, the humorous "Lao Yu" is coming to meet us again.
Speaking of this old Yu, he is really a rare mentor. Most students in the class have known this teacher for a long time, but this semester is the first time I have dealt with him. In just two or three classes, I was deeply moved by this teacher. Right now, when I picked up a pen and wrote down his deeds, my face was full of smiles, which persisted for a long time.
I remember that in the first class, Mr. Yu stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom unhurriedly, holding a conspicuous silver-gray old-age cup in his hand, which caused a burst of laughter. However, he doesn't care. He stood on the podium, his hands propped on the lecture table, glanced at the class with searchlight-like eyes, and picked them one by one with heavy eyebrows, with a fascinated smile on his face.
At this time, a boy laughed inexplicably at the bottom, and nice words came to my ears.
Unexpectedly, the new teacher did not use dignified means to establish his prestige, but slowly spit out a sentence: "Comrades, don't laugh, what's ridiculous?" Although Teacher Yu is a little ugly, he is not laughing! " We froze for a moment, and then we burst out laughing. Then, teacher Yu sobbed at the corner of her mouth and said, "People in other classes say that I am ugly or not, and I have to be ambitious if I am ugly!"
As soon as we clenched our fists, we were immediately attracted by the teacher. In the first class, Lao Yu told us many interesting music stories, which made us very happy.
Another time, in music class, he played us a very interesting tune, which was very gorgeous. As we listened, Mr. Yu danced with ecstasy, with his head slightly tilted back and his eyes slightly narrowed, as if imagining a picture in the moonlight, and his gestures fluctuated like waves, which made us truly feel the majestic power of the song from his gestures.
He told us that we could raise our hands when we divided the paragraphs, but everyone looked at me and made a mistake. At this time, Lao Yu said: "So, the truth is in the hands of a few people. Who has it? Of course it's me! " Then there was a burst of laughter.
In addition, Lao Yu is good at management discipline. He can always catch the first disruptive "wild cat" at the first moment when he steps into the classroom, take him out and stand and let him find another "mouse" that disturbs the classroom order. When he finds it, he can sit down, and this unfortunate mouse becomes a cat to catch another mouse ... In this way, the clever old Yu manages the class in a obedient way. Let's finish this class and think about the second class.
How can such a humorous and interesting teacher not be liked?
He is my classmate. He has a dual personality, is a sunny boy, likes playing basketball, and is a bit sloppy.
He has a pair of watery eyes, a pair of talking arch eyebrows and a big mouth that is rare in the world. He always frowns and squints in front of teachers and classmates who don't know him very well, either lowering his voice or amplifying his voice, which makes people feel hostile, thus making others feel that he is arrogant and rude, plus his achievements. So, the teacher said to him, "You should be practical!" "You have to do it step by step!" "You should spend more play time reading!" . Even his classmates said to him, "You are too playful!" "You are too arrogant!" "You talk too much!" . And he will only worry about one class, and after class, all these words will be forgotten. I thought the same thing when I first met him, but I didn't know until I got to know him later that it was just his superficial character. That day, after he played basketball, I happened to see him neither frowning nor squinting. He spoke to his buddy in his original voice and said very little. Gradually, I found that being active, loving singing, not talking, being practical and loving introspection are his inner characters. This dual personality is just one of his characteristics.
Another feature of him is that he likes playing basketball. Look! He is playing basketball with his friends! I can't describe him in detail because I can't understand playing basketball. But I know that his face is flushed and he is still sweating after taking off his coat. When I walked in, his clothes and hair were wet with sweat. His hair, which usually stands upright, hangs down because he sweats too much. Basketball is in his hands, just like a puppet, manipulated at will. His head swings with the basketball and he looks nervous. Several students standing by watching him cheer twice from time to time and occasionally jump up excitedly, which is one of his advantages.
He has one shortcoming, that is, he is a little sloppy. After class is over, he is always the first to rush out of the classroom, and he doesn't even take out the books for the next class and put them on the table. At the beginning of the class, everyone was listening carefully, but he was still rummaging around for books. One morning, the teacher said that he would check the students' lockers to see who was the dirtiest. He panicked. He didn't leave first after school. What is he doing? It turned out that he was cleaning up the cupboard, and he "took out" everything in the cupboard. God, scraps of paper, snack bars, pencil scraps and even chewing gum are all poured out of the cupboard. I can't imagine how messy his locker used to be. This is a shortcoming that only God knows. He knows it, and I know it.
He also has a well-known shortcoming, that is, he likes to joke. The day before yesterday in physical education class, he took out his cockroach toy to scare girls. In the self-study class yesterday, he posted a sentence "I am a pig" on the back of his classmates in front of them; In today's Chinese class, the teacher asked the students in front to answer questions. The classmate in front wanted to sit down, so he took his classmate's stool away.
Apart from his "dual personality", he likes playing basketball, is a bit sloppy and likes to make jokes. He also likes to get into a dead end and practice calligraphy. Do you still want to know? "think!" Yes, listen to me next time!
For me, most friendships start at the same table. Because my good friends now are all my deskmates. The friendship between deskmates is actually like friends, helping each other grow together. My present deskmate is my good friend.
Sometimes I feel that friendship is like a clear and transparent stream. Even if it becomes turbid, it will become clear immediately. Friendship always warms me like a ray of sunshine, and makes me feel happy like a song. And all this I feel from my deskmate.
Once after class, I suddenly cut my knee while playing games. At this time, Kang Junbo led me to the school hospital for examination. The doctor said that my leg was fine and there was a slight smile on my face.
On another occasion, I forgot to bring my ruler in the exam, showing an anxious look. He read my mind and lent me the ruler. The wind outside the window roared like a roaring lion, sweeping the earth. Snowflakes like goose feathers are flying up and down in the sky like silvery white butterflies.
There are few pedestrians on the road. Wrapped in clothes, shrinking head, walking hard in the snow. I do winter vacation homework in a warm room. At this time, I met a difficult problem, so I called Kang Junbo and said to him, "I have a question. Can you teach me? " He said, "OK, I'll explain it to you now." He explained over and over again on the other end of the phone. But I still don't understand. He said, "I have something urgent to leave." He hung up the phone. I think he must be impatient to give me lessons, so he made an excuse and left, disappointed and angry with him.
In a short time, a hurried footsteps sounded and my doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Kang Junbo, wrapped in clothes, shrinking his head, with some snow on his hat and a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows. I stood there, shivering and panting. Panting, he said to me, you didn't understand the topic I explained to you at the other end of the phone. I'll come to your house to explain it to you.
At this time, I felt the purity of friendship. I blushed and said to Kang Junbo, "Come into the house quickly." He helped me with the problem again and again, and finally I understood. Kang Junbo also asked me to do several similar questions. After I finished them, he left silently with a smile.
Friendship will lend you a helping hand when you are in trouble. Friendship: when you encounter problems, he can speak for you against the snow. Friendship is still the mutual concern between friends. He taught me the value of friendship!
This is my good deskmate.
On the first day, the writer wrote the eighth article, "Oh, did you buy Eason Chan's new album?"
"no! I like G.E.M. better! What about you? Have you seen G.E.M.'s new dance? "
I am a superstar in my heart. Although he is not as handsome and lovely as Wallace Chung, as mature and charming as G.E.M., and as charming as Shila Amzah, he has made scientific contributions that no one else has. This is Wei Kunlin.
Dr. Wei is a scientist and an associate professor in the Department of Psychology of Peking University. He made a great contribution to psychology. I think he is the cleverest of all the stars. He is the pride of our fans.
When you turn on the TV at night, you can see a report about Dr. Wei, which reads: "You have not only contributed to the scientific cause, but also made great contributions to charitable funds. When a natural disaster occurred in China in 20xx, Dr. Wei stepped forward and resolutely donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to the affected people, and also made his own speech. Dr. Wei has a charm and an enviable talent, but he is low-key but not arrogant, boastful and peaceful. He has made great achievements and published high-level papers in the Journal of New Physics, but he is not proud at all.
When he gave a speech on TV, he said, "I am proud of science."
We said, "We should have a sense of pride in loving science. Contribute all your strength to the greatest glory. Dr. Wei is such a person, the motherland is proud of him, and he is proud of science. I can't help but be deeply impressed by this love of science!
He loves science, great and beautiful. He will be a superstar in my heart forever. He is a miracle, a miracle of scientific people. Shine in our hearts and in the scientific community.
In my life, there is always a temperature higher than that of the sun. It is not so mysterious, but it is my eternal destination and the warmth of my father's palm!
There is still no moon tonight, and my father is standing beside me, chatting with me about life, stroking my hair and patting me on the shoulder from time to time.
Somehow, my thoughts returned to that day. It was a winter morning three years ago, when the heavy snow stopped and the world was white. The weather is extremely cold, the wind is biting, and even the stiff branches are shaking, as if to vent their dissatisfaction. My father, who has been spoiling me, worried about my safety on my way to school and said he would send me to school. He also solemnly said: "You are not good at sports, so take this opportunity to exercise."
On weekdays, I don't want to go to school by bike, but I promised my father, because I know that he is worried about me and how heartless it is to refuse him.
Walking with my father, my heart was frozen by dissatisfaction and the cold weather, and then it was reflected in my hands. Watching my little hands turn purple with cold, I can't help but hate my father a little.
But at this moment, my father's warm palm lifted my little hand and gave me all the warmth. At this moment, I felt the rough warmth of my father's big hand. Gradually my hand returned to the temperature, but at this moment, I found that my father's hand was red and purple with cold, and instantly lost the ruddy luster of the palm of a middle-aged man. In addition, my father's hands are a little short and fat, my father works all the year round, and his fingers are prominent. At this time, it looks like a big piece of ginger buried in the soil.
It was near the school gate. My father found my eyes stuck in his hand, let go of my little hand, and then hid his hand behind his back uneasily. In fact, my father doesn't know, and I won't dislike him at this time. Everything is in my eyes, but it hurts in my heart. How I want to return the temperature to my father and find a way to keep it forever!
I looked down at my warm and tender little hand and grabbed my father's hand again behind me in a coquetry way. I finally think there is something wrong with my father's palm. There are a few calluses on my father's hand, which is estimated to be a long time. However, I have been very careful not to notice. Imagine how long it's been since I held my father's hand. I think I owe my father my life, and I will pay it back with the love of my life. I will hold my father's hand with my growing hands, just like my father holds my hand, and pass on the warmth to my father.
Thinking of this, the scene of that day reappeared in front of my eyes: I didn't go home after school in the afternoon because of my poor exam results, and I ran to the Woods by the river and secretly cried ... My father found me after dusk. He dried the tears on my face, then grabbed my hand and said a very literary sentence: "No matter how bleak the road ahead is, my palm will always be where you live!" " "
When I think of this sentence again, I can't hold it any longer, and tears instantly flow down my cheeks. I raised my father's palm, buried my face in his palm, and cried bitterly.
A girl in a red down jacket jumped out of the car, turned smartly to say goodbye to the car, and then walked briskly into the school gate while humming a song.
At this time, my father panicked and didn't know what to do: "Alas, it's all my fault. My father didn't expect to have a car ..."
At this time, my father didn't know why I was crying, and no one knew the meaning of my tears. At this moment, I want my tears to shed the calluses on my father's palm and smooth the wrinkles on his face.
I snuggled up to my father, and his hand gently stroked my head again. I can't help but hold my father's hand tightly and cry like rain!
Dad was helpless, and his sad face showed a painful look. He only said one sentence:
"Don't cry, son, go to school ..."
She has a pair of eyebrows bent like the moon and dense like a forest, and her vivid eyes are always turning. In class, her disappointing eyelids frequently "close contact", and sometimes she simply entered the "dream water town". Perhaps in order to ensure the quality of lectures, I took out the spirit of "hanging my head and stabbing my legs" and bit her delicate little arm black and blue.
The self-study class is her paradise. Make a fuss by humming a little song, not to mention how comfortable it is. When asked to change the lyrics, she said cheekily, "Hey, hey, I can sing this sentence."