Chapter 1
Early in the morning, the crisp bell rang, and the Chinese teacher rushed into the classroom in a hurry. His amiable smile and exaggerated expressions always make us feel friendly; his free and easy movements and humorous words always win bursts of applause from us. He often chatted with us about everything, no matter how big or small. At the same time, he cleverly unveiled the mysterious veil of literature for us and led us into the wonderful world of Chinese language.
What a beautiful moment this is, what a beautiful moment this is! The sound of reading breeds joy, and silent thinking brings hope. Sometimes, we savor the artistic conception of "One water protects the fields and brings greenery, and two rows of mountains bring greenery." Sometimes, we understand the philosophy of "I am very happy because I have lived"; sometimes, we feel " The setting sun illuminated the banner, and Ma Mingfeng was in a bad mood.
Under his guidance, we no longer feel troubled by pages full of type; we no longer feel suffocated by thick books. In depressing days, he allows us to taste happy sweet fruits; in happy times, he allows us to travel in a beautiful world.
Sitting in such a classroom, we have the "courage" of "reverence for life", the "swan song" like "*", the ability to "ferry" life, and the "reading" "Feeling" state of mind. This is a classroom, no! This is a magical palace of knowledge, where we drink the sweetness of today and imagine the beauty of the future. Listen, the teacher's sonorous and powerful words rang in my ears again. What beautiful poems these are! From the underwater world to the vast space, from primitive forests to modern cities, they are all its notes and melody. Look, the teacher's expression that condenses the essence of life appears in front of his eyes again. It is a series of rolling green mountains, and it is a stream of clear and translucent streams. The green mountains lift up our lofty ideals, and the streams carry our beautiful wishes.
This is happiness, because there are teachers who have made wonderful contributions; this is happiness, because we understand the true meaning; this is happiness, because there are teachers and students enjoying the wonderful things. We in the flower system, please realize this, otherwise, happiness will pass you by.
Chapter 2
If you ask me what my happy time is, then I will say without hesitation that my happy time is being with my family. The happiness you feel when you are with your family is no better than any kind of happiness in the world!
Whenever the weekend comes, I will be extremely excited because our family can be together again. Whenever a family happily gathers together to eat, everyone's face will be filled with a smile that they have never seen before. That kind of smile is so warm; that kind of smile is so refreshing. ;Everyone cherishes this hard-won happiness.
I remember that in the past, whenever I encountered setbacks or difficulties, my parents would always come to comfort me. Their comfort would always be like a drop of nectar, moistening my dry heart; every touching word Warmth like drizzle and perseverance like diamonds make me strong again and again. My parents' love is not a fixed point in life, but a flowing river. This river has created the most beautiful emotional scene in my life!
I remember one Saturday morning, my brother and I were woken up from our sleep by our mother in a hazy state. She said that today was a very meaningful day, so I had to get up from the bed. While preparing breakfast, my mother urged me, saying: "Hurry up, your father is impatient waiting downstairs..." After hearing this, my brother and I ate a few bites of breakfast in a hurry, changed into plain clothes, and Mom went downstairs together. After going downstairs, I saw that my father was already sitting in the car, and my mother quickly got in the car. My brother and I also got in the car out of curiosity.
On the way, I finally learned why this day is so meaningful - we are going to climb a mountain! Finally reaching the top and bottom, we went into battle "fully armed". At the beginning, everyone was full of joy and refreshed. But gradually, we climbed more and more tired. Finally, everyone was exhausted, and we fell on the stone bench. No one wanted to climb down anymore. However, Dad suddenly stood up and said: "Since we have climbed here, Why don't you persevere?" My mother continued: "That's right, perseverance is victory. No matter how difficult it is, as long as you work hard, you will definitely pass." Suddenly my fighting spirit burned again, and in the process of climbing the mountain, Everyone's words to each other made us forget about our tiredness. We encouraged each other and finally reached the top!
During that mountain climb, I once again realized the precious truth that will accompany me throughout my life: No matter how big the difficulty is, as long as you work hard, you will overcome it!
Family love is a brilliant flower, fragrant and refreshing; family love is a crystal dewdrop, beautiful and pure, attracting love and affection; family love is a bright moon, elegant, quiet, soft and warm! This is how my happy time came about!
Chapter 3
When I was a child, it was not much fun than it is now.
In the morning, my neighbors and I all got up early. Pushing aside the morning mist, holding the hand of the sun, we walked to the "back mountain" to find the source of the birdsong. "Back Mountain" is a mountain full of laughter in my childhood.
I would climb up to an old camphor tree, pick off a few newly extracted leaves, play with them a few times, and then let them float away in the wind. The soil there smells like the sun, and the air blows towards us, making us feel relaxed and happy every time. I still remember that special smell - nature's unique perfume. Going further down, there is a bamboo forest: our secret base. There is a very old well in it. I am very curious and have thought about it. It has even appeared many times in my dreams, but I have stayed away from it. Never knew what was hidden inside.
At dusk, we went to the fields to play in groups again. We trampled Grandpa Wang’s cabbage to pieces and stole Grandma Zhang’s bean pods. But for some reason, Grandpa Wang still gave us sweets and Grandma Zhang still told us stories. There wasn’t much fun in the fields, so we always Able to get home before dinner. When I returned home, I could see three ounces of smoke from the kitchen smoke curling in the air from a distance. When I got home, my mother was not there, and all the mothers were looking for us everywhere.
When I recall these things, I will always be happy with a little sadness, but always happy. In fact, every minute and every second is precious, and the memories are happy.
I always say to myself secretly: Cherish every minute! The happy you in the future will definitely thank you now.