I remember one time when I was a child, I somehow locked myself in the house and tried not to go out.
Fidgeting because of anxiety, but always helpless, and finally only know how to cry loudly in despair. Finally attracted several neighbors. As security window is installed in your home, you can only enter the house through the door. Everyone suspected that the chef had searched for a long time and didn't open the door. Someone suggested, "Knock." "No, the door is broken. What if a thief comes one day? " "ok." "No, knock when you come." ……
After a long time, someone suddenly asked me, "Do you have a key?" I patted my thigh, yes, how could I forget this!
I found the spare key and handed it out the window. The door opened at once. Neighbors laugh at me for being stupid, and I laugh at myself for being stupid. For the next few days, this incident made me think deeply for a long time. In the journey of life, do we often accidentally lock ourselves in the cabin of life and dare not go out?
When I was locked in the house, I was isolated from the outside world. No matter how hard I struggle, I can only fight with trapped animals. And neighbors, because they are shut out, can only do it with limited resources even if they want to help me. And I just didn't hand over the key to open the door in time.
Who locked me up?
The world often says that the heart has a cage, and I feel that I just shut myself in it. It happened that I couldn't break through, and I could only sigh and cry in pain. Although people outside the cell want to help you, they often lack a key to open this door.
Everyone has the trait of self-protection. This trait will unconsciously form a wall of isolation between people, so there is a distance between hearts and a gap between people. Often when communication is needed, this separation is revealed.
Many times, people will be trapped in the "cage" of the world, just like I am locked in a house. At this time, people are often reluctant to completely expose their hearts to others out of self-protection psychology, or they have not found a way to communicate with others, just like I didn't hand over the key to open the door in time. In this way, people are getting deeper and deeper behind the wall they built for themselves.
In fact, people are not isolated animals. People need to communicate, and heart to heart needs to communicate. The door to theft needs to be locked, but the door to the heart needs to be opened.
Youth is unintentional, and the door of the soul needs to be opened frequently. So, don't forget, when necessary, give others a key to open the heart lock.
Open your heart, my friend!
I changed
There was a burst of laughter from the alley. Several children are fighting, and the ground is covered with mud, but they are still tireless. Innocent eyes are full of joy. When you get home, you naturally have to "scold". But one ear goes in and the other goes out. What a child! I can always know the sorrow of the world.
Gradually, I'm going to school. The pressure has also increased, and my face is not as carefree as before. Even the weekend that was supposed to be easy was regarded as a victim of study. Especially in the senior high school entrance examination, the pressure is particularly great. Looking back, I can't see the innocence before, but I am more tired. Adults always tell us how cruel and dark this society is, so we should be more careful, but we always think that this is exaggerated by adults, but it's actually nothing. Even if you really meet bad people, you can always be seen through by your own "critical eyes." Now they feel that they are adults, and they can always solve problems when they encounter them. They are naive enough to think that evil is invincible. But after all, their social experience is insufficient. Children are children, too conceited and romantic.
The student days are over and we have entered the society. I thought it was something to celebrate, but I soon regretted it. They want to go back to the past, but time does not allow, and no one will allow it.
One of them is very unhappy at work and doesn't get along well with his colleagues. It can be said that everything is not going well. All his friends advised him to overcome this, but he had lost confidence in life and began to become depressed. He has been in a daze all day. Soon after, he quit the job that made him very dissatisfied, got to know some petty thieves in society and began to "work together" with them. In fact, he used to be an honest man. Diligent and helpful. But this society has made him like this. Time can always change some things and some people, and society can always influence some history and kill some people.
I read a short story on the Internet the other day. After reading it, I think about it carefully, and I find it is true. I also find that this society is helpless, crazy and multifaceted ... I am surprised and disappointed no matter how good friends I have with myself.
I always think that the world is beautiful, and no one will do anything that goes against his heart. But in the face of money, power and status, his will is insignificant. People have changed so much since childhood, it should be because of these things! If everyone can keep that innocence, maybe the world will be better!
Can people stay the same? ...
Hold your conscience.
In this rapidly developing and materialistic society, some people's hearts may tremble at the mention of conscience. Conscience-what a familiar and unfamiliar word!
How many bosses are materially rich and spiritually poor in today's society? How many entrepreneurs have abandoned their conscience to survive? How many individual traders sell unhealthy food for profit?
Conscience is human nature. What makes people lose their conscience? Is it a greedy desire, a material pursuit, or an increasingly indifferent human heart accompanied by mechanical sound!
I saw such a true story on TV the other day. A 13-year-old boy suffered from food poisoning because he ate unsanitary things. This is undoubtedly a disaster for the boy's mother. Poor families simply can't afford their children's medical expenses, but the mother has no choice but to bear her son's hope for life. She went to three houses in a row, looked at her ragged mother and said coldly, "This can't be cured. Go to another place. " The mother looked at the dying child and quickened her heavy pace, because she believed that someone would save her child. Finally, I went to another house, briefly looked at the child's situation and said, "It took too long to save." The mother lost her voice and knelt in front of her, and there was still a glimmer of light in her desperate eyes: "Please, save my child." Unexpectedly, he turned around and left with a straight face. As he walked, he left a sentence: "You'd better fight. There is a public pass not far from the door. Mother almost climbed aside with trembling hands. She heard the sound of the rescue car approaching and finally arrived, but at this moment, her son left her forever, and her cold little hand was still tugging at her skirt. Mother sat on the ground, whispering something, and could vaguely hear: "Please save my child. " .。 . . . . After reading this story, I want to cry, but my eyes are dry, and there is a pain I have never had before, a fear from the bottom of my heart. The life of a lively and lovely cardamom ended like this. My duty is to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, but where was the sense of responsibility at that time, let alone the sense of responsibility. How can I turn away with a straight face when I look at the sad face of the boy and mother? Because of your dereliction of duty, your indifference and indifference, you took a child's life and stabbed a mother's heart. Where is the doctor's conscience?
At present, the salaries of teachers in many schools are linked to students' academic performance. I think the starting point of this may be to make teachers more responsible for students and enhance teachers' teaching enthusiasm. However, many teachers leave a mountain of homework for their own interests, mechanically instilling knowledge that students can't digest at all, and paying no attention to the all-round development of students. They pay attention to students' grades. To put it bluntly, they only pay attention to their bonuses. They are not ashamed to say that they are responsible for their students. In order to adapt to the education system in China, we must implement exam-oriented education. As a result, their goals have been achieved, students' grades are getting better and better, and bonuses are increasing. But children's naive and lively nature is suppressed by their higher and higher grades, thicker glasses and higher bonuses for teachers. Some teachers accept students' parents' red envelopes, and even decide the seating arrangement and the frequency of classroom questions according to the number of red envelopes issued by parents. It sounds almost absurd, but it does happen around us. Everyone says that teachers are engineers of human souls, and it is hard to imagine what kind of souls such engineers will create. Teachers stifle students' nature and creativity for their own benefit. What will such a teacher teach his students? Where is the teacher's conscience!
Doctors and teachers are the greatest occupations of mankind. At present, some doctors do not take treating diseases and saving lives as their own responsibility, but take receiving red envelopes from patients' families as the standard for treating diseases and saving lives. Some teachers do not take teaching and educating people as their responsibility, but only aim at improving students' grades and increasing bonuses. I believe that many people should still have a little or even an incomplete conscience in their hearts! Let's write our conscience in the language of love, exchange our hearts for our conscience, and hold our conscience with firm faith!
Summer feelings
In hot summer, there is no wind and the sky is so pure. I sit in my room and enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioning, especially in summer. Of the four seasons, I like summer. Especially in early summer.
Sunshine is always warm, neither chilly in spring nor bleak in late autumn; The wind is always blowing slowly, and there is neither sand in early spring nor snow in winter.
I have a very special feeling about early summer. I like its day and night. I like its wind and rain. I like its beauty and gentleness ... I often compare it to a enchanting girl.
During the day, she wears a long skirt and is colorful-the willow with a bright green cloak is her skirt, the orange petals are its buttons, the faint clouds on the horizon are the scarlet scarf around her neck, the clear water in the blue pool is her bright eyes, the flowing clouds are her footsteps, and the wind is her laughter ... Every girl, walking in the street, is slim, slim and charming. And the girl will laugh proudly, clear and refreshing, showing a woman's elegance. That is really a beautiful scenery!
At night, the moonlight like water is a girl's smile, the twinkling stars are her eyes, the deep blue sky is her umbrella and the breeze is her whisper. The three of them bathed in the moonlight in groups of three and five, beside the street, by the river and under the tree ... laughing and playing, a little sneaking will attract a lot of unknown eyes, and some will lean on their lovers' shoulders. Maybe you didn't care about this night, maybe you didn't have it, but it appeared in our dreams more than once, making you linger and unwilling to wake up. It's strange that you don't like it!
When the weather is a little hot and you may feel overwhelmed, a cool breeze blows from a distance, as if from the Woods or from a distant ocean. This is better than anything. You are completely immersed in the coolness, and your heart suddenly falls from the sky to the ground, with a down-to-earth feeling.
Sometimes, rain replaces Jingming. Don't be upset. The light rain came at the right time. The crops are waiting for the rain. The light rain lasted for two or three days, and some hot air was poured out, which made the weather much cooler. People also have a lot of leisure, so they can have a rest, adjust their mood and welcome the arrival of a new day.
A ray of sunshine in summer
The window is full of cicada chirping. The sun is firmly on the horizon, and there is no wind. Look at the road occasionally, and cars drive by from time to time. However, when the temperature was high in Ningbo, another flood occurred in Jianghuai, China. The scene of that flood in 1998 is still vivid.
A flood, how many people are homeless, how many children will drop out of school, but thanks to my uncle, without them, how many people will die in China. What a beautiful noun! It has long been said that soldiers are the loveliest. They are at the forefront of war, and they are the first to save lives in disasters. In fact, their uncles, oh, no, brothers, are at the forefront of the flood of the war of resistance, not much bigger than us. They should still be students enjoying life on the university campus, but now they have left their hometown, left the campus and came to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War for a better life. Aren't they sunshine? They are our sunshine.
Speaking of homelessness, it can naturally be associated with donations. Yes, our 56 ethnic groups are one family. Anyone who is in trouble should make a contribution. Even a book or a dress is a gift from us. There is not much disguise, and there are not many commercial elements in it. Seeing everyone scrambling to donate money and materials, I couldn't help but flash a smile on my lips. This is a knowing smile and a touching smile.
In real life, in addition to natural disasters, there are of course man-made disasters. After watching Song Xiaobo's performance on stage to help Guo Hao, a boy who also suffers from congenital deafness, many "spinach" gave their love to Xiao Haonan. Of course, it is also inseparable from Xiao Bo's efforts on the stage. With the arrival of Jia Bing one by one, there is an "old aunt" gentle mother; Sister chenchen: And Wu Jianfei, he is also a good man. Let more people who like them offer their love,100000 yuan, which is astronomical for a poor family. Fortunately, there are good people in the world who are helping them. Finally, with the concerted efforts of everyone's Qi Xin, Xiao Hao's operation was successful.
This summer, no matter whether the armed police shut down the soldiers or Xiao Bo saved Xiaohao, no matter men, women and children, as long as they gave their love, it was a bright sunshine. If more people in the world have learned how to help others, why should they worry that the world is not warm? Learn to communicate with your heart
stubborn
Stick to China's 5,000-year history and culture. We need to stick to the foundation of our ancestors for 5 thousand years. China's 10,000 square kilometers of land needs us to stick to it ... stick to it. ...
China's 5,000-year-old historical and cultural corridor has deposited countless treasures that amaze the world-words, etiquette, festivals and so on. Sixty years ago, in Normandy and Utah beaches in France, teams of American and British soldiers braved the bullets and rushed to the bunker ahead. One soldier after another fell, and some people were still shouting to run forward. In an instant, the whole beach was dyed red with blood. ...
Sixty years ago, in Stalingrad, the Soviet Union, at the front, trucks after trucks were carrying recruits who had just come out of training camps. The officers shouted in the car, "We don't need deserters alive!" "The words sound just fell and a shrapnel penetrated his head. The recruits were kicked out of the car. Some people got hit, others just got shot. The megaphone kept repeating a sentence: "The person who didn't get the gun followed the gun, and the comrade who got the gun died. Comrades without guns picked up their guns and continued to charge ... "
Sixty years ago, in a village in the northeast of China, at night, a middle-aged man with bare arms straightened his belt with a cold shiny broadsword and turned to a villager, including teenage boys and gray-haired old people, who were also carrying broadswords. The middle-aged man said, "You didn't let your family know, did you?" Everyone was silent, and the middle-aged man waved. "Then let's go." Half an hour later, the screams, gunshots and metal collisions in the Japanese base broke out one after another, and the moonlight reflected on the blade also had the color of grief and indignation, which kept flashing with the waving of the knife. With the last shot, I can't find the moonlight on the ground anymore. ...
War can only bring us death and destruction. The war left us with painful memories and heroes. We can't forget the heroes who died for justice and peace, war, death and destruction, and we can't and shouldn't forget the heroes in war. They ended the war, stopped the destruction and replaced the deaths of others with their own. The war is over, let's remember this sleeping hero.
Today, 60 years later, in Normandy, France, Utah Beach, veterans who fought bloody battles here put on military uniforms full of medals and walked on the road. People cheer for them, cheer for them. At the same time, they also found that the veterans laughed so hard. ...
Today, 60 years later, Red Square in Moscow is the main place to celebrate, or should I say to commemorate, the 60th anniversary of the victory of World War II. Heroes from all over the world are respected and praised by leaders of various countries.
Today, 60 years later, a class of students in a small town in northeast China, led by an 80-year-old man, came to a monument. The old man told about his experience of killing the enemy, surviving and escaping, and he is still excited. He sang the song that made his blood boil: "The big sword was cut on the devil's head ..." The students cried ... to commemorate, not to.
Cooperative work
Looking at graduation photo in primary school, I can't help but feel how wonderful the primary school time is. In the comprehensive practice class, the teacher asked us to organize and cooperate to complete a news broadcast. So I found Tao Min, Liu Chongxian, Yang Jingcheng and Zhou Yibo to complete this cooperation task together.
The rehearsal began, and Liu Chongxian was the host. We taught Liu Chongxian to say his lines sentence by sentence. "Hello, audience and friends, welcome to this issue of Monopoly Studio." "No, why do primary school students only have money in their eyes!" "How about the red scarf studio?" "Well, it's called the red scarf studio." My idea was accepted by everyone. "Hello, my name is Liu Chunjuan." Liu Chong's words made everyone laugh. We have a clear division of labor, and Zhou Yibo has a long voice, so she is responsible for finding information. We also thought of a prize quiz, and each of us brought a stationery from home.
With our self-confidence, we were the first to step onto the stage. Liu Chongxian's careless appearance disappeared, and he became very serious, really like a host. We started with a beautiful music program. Liu Chongxian said: "Hello, audience and friends, welcome to the red scarf studio. I am the host Liu Chongxian. First, let's pay attention to the domestic news. Please ask Tao Min to play a video and materials. " Yang Jingcheng read a piece of information about "Shenzhou VI". "Let's look at the following information about Koizumi's visit to the shrine." I showed some videos and read some materials. "Our program is over. Welcome everyone to participate in our prize-winning question and answer. Come to receive the prize after class. See you next time. "
Our program is over. I think although everyone is a little nervous this time, the program we cooperated with is still very popular with our classmates. In this cooperation, let me know that as long as everyone is United, there will be gains.
Now that we are both in middle school, we have less chance to meet each other, but we can't talk to each other often. When we talk about our respective situations at school, we will naturally talk about the good old days! Occasionally, there will be class reunion, and friendship is valuable. Although I went to different schools, I can't break my relationship for six years after all. The so-called friendship is precious, which was written by Li Bai> Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so why not give it to me from Wang Lun? ...
West Lake
In spring and March, willows sprout and flowers bloom. We went boating on the West Lake by boat. Of course, this is not my first visit to the West Lake!
The water in the West Lake is very clear, and you can see small fish playing in the water. The water in the West Lake is so green, as green as jade; The water in the West Lake is very flat. Ships swim by and send out microwaves on the calm water. Small fish are jumping around on the lake, scrambling to eat the food knocked over by tourists.
The water in the West Lake is beautiful, and the lotus is even more beautiful. If you go to the West Lake in summer, you will see the scenery written by Yang Wanli, that is, "Lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers have different colors in the sun". Although it is hot in summer, the lotus in the pool does not feel the slightest sultry feeling. Lotus flowers are graceful in the pool, and the small fish hiding under the lotus leaves play hide-and-seek with people. The tadpole also found his mother in the water.
We walked past the lotus pond and came to Santan to reflect the moon. Reminds me of Su Shi's famous sentence "To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate." There are three pools on the calm water. Whenever the moon rises, its shadow will appear in front of the pool again and again.
After three pools reflecting the moon, we came to Tao Tao again. When flowers bloom in spring, peach blossoms dance with the wind, emitting a burst of fragrance and refreshing. The peach blossoms on the ground are white, red and pink ... There is a small lake next to the peach, and the peach blossoms fall on the lake, adding beautiful colors to the small lake.
Of course, I must go to the Leifeng Tower, which I yearn for most. After reading so many stories about White Snake and Xu Xian, the beautiful and tragic love story is really touching. Under the tower, my first impression is height and beauty, probably because of this! We climbed the stairs and enjoyed the scenery outside Tarita. When we climbed to the top of the tower and looked down, we had a panoramic view of the West Lake.
The beauty of the West Lake is intoxicating and fascinating. If the West Lake is missing from the land of China, it is really a dazzling pearl missing from the land of China. As we all know, the beauty of the West Lake far exceeds that of China people. The beauty of the West Lake has stepped out of China and entered the world. In addition to the scenery, of course, including his story.
Yes, the ancients said beauty, and the West Lake in real life is more beautiful! It can really be said that "there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world."
Learn to swim
Last summer vacation, I signed up for a class at school to learn backstroke. This year, I enrolled in the school's advanced class and taught myself to swim.
On the first day of school, I met my swimming teacher, Miss Qian. Teacher Qian first taught us to do warm-up exercises: climb to the edge of the swimming pool and swing my calf up and down in the water. After about 3 minutes, my calf began to hurt, and it was a little sour after a long time. After doing it for about 20 minutes, we went into the swimming pool. Sure enough, our bodies were not cold after entering the water. Then we put our hands on the wall, buried our heads underwater, pumped water up and down with our calves and held our breath. I couldn't do it well at first. When Mr. Qian saw it, he quickly came over and said to me, "Keep your hands straight, relax, relax, and then relax!" After the teacher's guidance, I tried several times myself and finally succeeded. In this way, we spent the first class. Second, third and fourth, God should do warm-up exercises first, and then sit and hold his breath.
On the fifth day, Mr. Qian gave each of us a floating board in case we just got to the upper reaches of the water and sank. We first learned to straighten our hands, hold the floating board and kick water up and down with our feet. I tried it several times at first, but my nose and mouth "drank water", coughed, and my nose seemed to smoke. Later, I tried several times to know that the balance of the body can swim steadily. On the sixth day, I swam and swam, and finally I was able to swim to the place designated by the teacher. On the seventh day, I was able to swim from one side of the pool to the other.
On the ninth day, it was mainly paddling with the right hand, holding the board with the left hand and paddling with the right hand and left hand. We straighten our left hand, swing our right hand once, then take a breath and kick the water up and down with our legs. Then, we hold the board with our right hand straight, swing it with our left hand, swing it again, and kick the water with our legs. Then, everyone tried to put down the board and row by themselves. After two days of practice, we can swim skillfully.
On the twelfth day, Mr. Qian asked us to try, paddling with both hands and drawing water with both legs. I swung from side to side four times for air, and finally I was able to swim from beginning to end.
I studied for fourteen days, and the fifteenth day is also the most crucial day, because today, I have to take the15m test. I changed my clothes and went to the swimming pool to warm up. We are the first batch, so I am naturally nervous. I came to swim, and I swam out at the teacher's whistle. I swam 20 meters. In this way, my swimming 15 days is over!
Swimming is a good exercise, it can make fat people lose weight and give you a good figure!
Thoughts on Reading A Dream of Red Mansions
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? "The sad words that Daiyu hummed have been sung by lonely people through the ages. This poem, written by Cao Xueqin, seems to imply the tragic ending of the novel and the unique desolation and helplessness of feudal society contained in it.
I remember reading & gt I was depressed and didn't like reading when I was a child. The complexity and noise of the Grand View Garden in my impression seems to be my childhood. Baoyu's frivolity, Daiyu's melancholy, Baochai's generosity, Granny Liu's kindness and Xifeng's meanness, all in all, this book only records the rise and fall of a family in the middle and late Qing Dynasty, which was my understanding at that time.
After reading it carefully, with the enrichment of views, this book in my mind not only means a purely tacky story, but also begins to have a deeper meaning. The unknown sadness and suffering revealed behind that story also made me appreciate the profound thoughts and rebellious thoughts of Cao Xueqin, a talented writer.
Baoyu once said, "Women are made of water and men are made of mud. The former is pure before marriage and natural after marriage. " Why does Baoyu feel this way? Doesn't this imply that Cao Xueqin was extremely disgusted and indignant at the phenomenon of patriarchal society at that time? Why is Daiyu unhappy and happy to leave but unhappy to get together? Because the author expressed his inner feelings through this sadness and beauty, he did not feel so sad and melancholy to the literati in feudal society, and the vitriol of Feng and other characters was a true portrayal of the obscene villains of that era. There are also good dissidents, such as those who attack people, such as the bitter villain mentioned above, and there is also a helpful, warm and kind side, which is the moment when the author's heart is kind and harmonious. However, the color of tragedy still hangs over this beautiful and ironic story, and the loss of family and the separation of Rong Ning's two governments also show the author's extreme disappointment in society and the freedom and sadness of seeing through the world of mortals, which makes readers feel uneasy.
Although the social indifference revealed between the lines of this book can really make people sigh like the author, it also has a good and kind side. For example, the family in the Grand View Garden drinks and reads poems together, enjoying the excitement and happiness of Spring Festival couplets together, just like Baoyu's cleverness and eloquence when facing Daiyu, and feeling the warmth of the family together also makes readers feel a little duckweed when reading. In fact, this is also a true portrayal of the good upbringing of folk customs and the rich culture of the Chinese nation. However, the more so, the more miserable the outcome, the more reluctant it is. Otherwise, the author's sharp language and spearhead will not point directly at the deepest part of people's hearts, so sad.
After reading & gt, I escaped from the social shadow of suppressing feudalism and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, my living environment can at least have room for me to breathe. What about people then? I can't help myself, my mind is locked up. What is their mood? Therefore, every time I finish reading it> the tension and depression before reading seem to disappear, and my inner understanding of suffering and hardship is deeper and my pursuit of dreams is more persistent. We should also be happy about it. We live in an era. In life, we have hardships and difficulties, but they are inevitable in the course of life and have nothing to do with the environment and concepts. However, compared with people in feudal society, we have at least
Leaning on the bookshelf & gt, quietly emitting a faint fragrance, is happy, is worried, is gathering, is dispersed. It breeds the connotation of fanaticism; It inherited profound thoughts; It is full of intoxicating sadness. ...
Childhood reading experience
Everyone has his own good time to remember and cherish. For me, childhood will be my most precious collection. As far as the book Childhood written by Gorky is concerned, childhood is a tragic experience and a profound memory for him!
I read a lot of books during the "Eleventh" holiday, and I was most interested in the book "Childhood". As far as I know, Childhood is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical novel trilogy (On Earth and My University), which artistically shows us the course of Aletha's struggle for light in the dark society and reflects the social outlook in the 1970s and 1980s.
After reading Childhood, I felt the author's tragic childhood experience and felt lucky, at least happier than him. Because when the author was 3 years old, his father died and his mother took him back to her family. It's a pity that Grandpa is a selfish, greedy and overbearing small business owner who cruelly exploited employees and let them go. However, the development of capitalism interrupted grandpa's dream of making money, and he went bankrupt and was penniless. After the poor mother remarried, she died of illness. 1 1 year-old author was driven out of the house by his grandfather and went to the society to make a living. ...
Gorky truly described his miserable childhood, and I am glad for myself-I was not born in that era, I did not suffer this kind of suffering, I did not lose my parents ... I am very happy because I had a wonderful childhood. I remember when I was a child, I was very naughty and often did some strange things. Once my aunt helped me raise some small goldfish, and left without telling me how to raise them, and my parents were not at home. I saw a vase with flowers on it. I had a brainwave. I took it down, threw away the flowers, added some water and put the little goldfish in. I am very happy to see the little goldfish swimming freely in the vase. In the evening, my mother came back and saw me lying motionless on the table looking at the vase. She smiled and asked me, "What are you doing?" "Look at that goldfish!" I replied. Hearing this, the mother said, "Ah? No way! You put the goldfish in a vase. No, grandma will take this vase away in a minute. " I didn't say anything, but I moved the vase into the room, just not letting them take it away. In the end, my mother had no choice but to call my grandmother and tell her the truth. Grandma smiled when she heard this ... My childhood was full of joy and happiness, so I should cherish what I have now.
After reading the book Childhood, I was greatly inspired. The book tells us to persist in seeking knowledge, not afraid of difficulties, persevere and treat study and life with a positive attitude!