A man with a suitcase just got off the plane and waited at the roadside. Suddenly a man rushed over to blindfold him and asked, "Guess who I am? There are three opportunities, think about it and answer. " The blindfolded man said, "Sir, I think you have the wrong person." "There are two more chances." The blindfolded person thought: This voice is so strange, it must be mistaken for someone else. The blindfolded man put down his suitcase. At the same time, a man came to get the suitcase, stopped a taxi and left. The blindfolded man said, "Sir, you really mistook me for someone else. Please take your hand away. " "Okay, I'll let go. Can't peek. " The moment he released his hand, the blindfolded man disappeared. He was just about to lift the suitcase when he found it missing.
In daily life, sometimes a very casual action has a very different nature. One is stealing, and the other is protecting young minds. This makes me understand that our world is not perfect, justice may not be completely rational sometimes, and evil may not be excusable sometimes. Lies sometimes deceive others, and lies are sometimes beautiful.
Today, when I arrived at the skating rink, I immediately put on my skates and ran to the skating rink. I held the railing and slipped away bit by bit. I let go of my hand slowly, and I fell down with a bang. I rubbed my sore ass and stood up again. Suddenly, a sister who is not much older than me slipped in front of me, and I have to admire her skillful skating skills.
She seemed to see that I couldn't skate, so she slipped over and said to me, "Come on, come with me and skate in the middle of the field!" " ""I won't, I'll fall. " "Don't be afraid, I will hold you." Elder sister looked at me and said. I followed her to the center of the field with a grain of salt. I looked at this kind sister carefully. She is beautiful, because her face is bulging and red, just like a peach blossom that has just opened. Her eyes are sparkling, just like A Jin's steel diamond, with a pointed nose and a small mouth, just like a fairy.
She took me by the hand and dragged me away, then flung me away. I am completely out of control. The only thing I can do now is to lean back, but I fell down as soon as I tried hard. I was about to get up when I found my sister beside me and said, "Does it hurt?" "I fell dead." She helped me to the center of the field again and suddenly pushed me away. In this way, I fell more than seven times and finally learned.
Although I finally learned it, my hands and feet were bruised.
It was already 8: 30 after I finished my extracurricular class yesterday, and my stomach was growling with hunger. At this time, my mother came to pick me up. I asked, "What does mom eat today?" Mom said, "Mung bean porridge." I get annoyed when I hear it, because I want to eat some Chili these days, but my mother says my throat is just inflamed and I only need to eat a little at a time. So I want to eat spicy food today. So, in order to achieve my goal, I was desperate to please my mother. Finally, my mother agreed, but only if the breakfast tomorrow must be porridge.
The next morning, when I was still playing chess with Duke Zhou, I was suddenly awakened by a familiar voice. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my mother. He said, "I'll heat the porridge. Eat while it's hot. I have to work overtime. " Then he left. I got dressed and stayed in bed for a while. Just get up slowly. After brushing my teeth, I wanted to wait for breakfast, so I took a lid, covered my porridge and went to do my homework. Because there is only one week before the final exam, there is more homework. When I finished my math and Chinese homework, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. And that night mung bean porridge was lying on the table alone, and I forgot about it. I think there is only a weekly diary left in my homework. Let's have a rest. But when I finished my rest, I forgot my weekly homework. And I, in a daze, recited new concept English. When I recite: "I just. . . . . . "It suddenly occurred to me that I had a weekly homework. So I started writing a weekly diary. When I was almost finished, I heard a "crash" and looked back. My mother said angrily, "why don't you drink?" What did you do this morning? " I didn't even eat my own breakfast in order to make you eat more. There was no room for me to explain, so he left angrily.
If mother knew what I did this morning, maybe she wouldn't say so. If it hadn't been for the mung bean porridge that night, such unpleasant things wouldn't have happened today. However, my mother left me her breakfast in order to make me eat more. I think I was wrong. I shouldn't do my homework without breakfast. That bowl of mung bean porridge will also be engraved in my memory, which makes me understand the ups and downs of parents raising their children.
Now we are all busy with our homework, and all our rest time is spent studying. Piles of homework are overwhelming us, but if you really ask us, "What do you want most?" Most of our classmates will tell you frankly-praise, not freedom.
Yes, why do we study? Just for the praise of teachers, elders and classmates. Do your homework carefully, get the first place in the exam, go to a good school, for what? To praise ...
Praise is a kind of affirmation, praise and encouragement to us, and it is a necessity for the soul. With praise, we can make continuous efforts and achieve brilliant results.
However, how harsh teachers and elders praise them! When children and students do good news, although they say they are indescribable happy, their faces still look indifferent. A few simple words send us away and throw cold water on us. In an instant, joy was blown away like dust. What's left? Only helpless sigh. So no more anger, no more effort; So I lost my ambition; So I don't want to tell others when I have good news, so that the good things are lost in my heart and become permanent memories. ...
We hope that parents and teachers can give us praise again and again, even if it is a compliment, an encouraging look, a sincere smile … but they let us down again and again, blowing away our joy again and again, and in this colorful world, there is less warmth.
However, who will really listen to our heartfelt cries; Who will really understand our ideas; Who will really give us the praise we need most to fill the wounds in our hearts?
In the morning, the bell woke me up from my sleep. My mother and I go to East Lake Park for morning exercises.
East Lake Park is full of vitality in the morning. Everyone is bathed in the morning breeze. Some children are chasing birds on the grass. Those strong adults are running like flies, and some elderly people are playing Tai Chi there, which is very leisurely and relaxing. Under the beautiful music, many people who love dancing dance with the music.
A morning breeze mixed with flowers caressed my face and drove away my drowsiness. I took a deep breath and started running with the melodious music. Sitting on the bench when you are tired of running, looking at the red flowers and green trees around you and listening to the chirping of birds makes you feel comfortable and refreshed!
Let's move on. In the pavilion of Qifeng Pavilion, some strangers made friends. They sing heartily, and their songs spread all over the world. Even the delicate lotus can't help but nod and applaud slightly. I sat on the slate and listened to this wonderful song. I was deeply attracted. I also want to stand up and sing a song, but I can only feel ashamed to hear other people's songs so beautiful.
After listening to this song, we walked across a bridge. At this moment, I saw some pigeons flying around in the sky. How free! It's good to have wings. It's great to have a pair of wings that can fly freely in the sky like pigeons and look around every corner of the world!
Later, I sat in a chair, picked up a book and read the text until the early hours of the morning, which not only improved my reading level, but also increased my vocabulary. This is the best of both worlds.
Gradually, the sun rose, and I embarked on a sunny road and went home.
"August 1st" Army Day is coming. Our Donghua Community Neighborhood Committee organized some students from the community to come to the army to express their condolences and wish them a happy holiday. I am also fortunate to be one of them.
Under the leadership of the neighborhood Committee, we came to an army in the city. When I saw the guard standing on the platform in the scorching sun, I felt a surge of admiration. Sweat oozed from his forehead, but he still stood there in obscurity. What a strong will! He is just a statue, standing there without any movement. By contrast, how ashamed I am. If I were you, I would definitely refuse to do it.
When we entered the army, the PLA soldiers warmly welcomed us, which really made me feel the affection of "military and civilian family".
Then, we saw the soldiers training again. At the command of the commander, the soldiers moved quickly, with neat steps and full dignity. This made me feel the solemnity of "military orders are like mountains".
Later, we visited the soldiers' dormitory and saw that the bedding on the bed was neatly folded and angular, and everything was placed according to the regulations. Looking around, people understand and have a good feeling.
Finally, the staff of the neighborhood Committee sent some gifts to the troops to show their condolences.
Later, we went to the Third Squadron of the Urban Armed Police, where we visited the dormitory and sports equipment of the team members. What impressed me most was the police dogs there. I saw a police dog with a big figure. When I walked in, their cries startled me. Although they are locked in cages, I still have a lingering fear. Later, the staff of the neighborhood Committee gave us an analysis, and I realized that police dogs can distinguish and detonate for soldiers.
Gradually, at noon, we got on the bus and set foot on the way home. I think this activity is so meaningful. He showed me well-trained soldiers and left me with endless aftertaste.
The sun is burning like fire on the earth, and the hot weather makes people breathless. Cicada in the tree sang one after another, and when the song ended, they sang with a new energy. Although this song is full of rhythm, it still makes people feel very unhappy.
Under my persuasion, my father finally agreed to take me swimming. I ran happily all the way to the swimming pool. Although I was panting and sweating, I changed my swimming trunks as quickly as possible, put on my goggles and plunged into the water.
With the previous foundation, I have been able to swim smoothly on the water for some time. Although the speed is not fast, there is a sense of pride in my heart. With my father's company, deep-water swimming has become the five fears. I swim like a duck to water, but my kung fu is limited after all. When I breathe, I choke water down my throat. I put my arm around my father's neck, but my father didn't recover for a while and I pulled him into the water. When I saw the joke, I came to a "carp fight" and plunged into the water and swam away.
I swam to my mother and talked and laughed with her. My father, like a magic soldier, grabbed my foot and made me make a 180 turn. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and didn't take a few drinks.
It's getting dark, and my parents are urging me to go home, but I'm still unfinished. In order to avoid the sight of my parents, I took a deep breath, grabbed the railing and squatted at the bottom of the pool, but after all, my vital capacity was limited, and I couldn't help it for a while, so I had to drill out of the water like lightning. Oh, they haven't found it yet. It is not only a coincidence, but also a father's "eye". Unfortunately, my father saw me when I was catching my breath, so I had to follow my father to the locker room.
After an afternoon of activities, I'm tired, too. When I got home, I ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and fell asleep on my bed.
This afternoon, my cousin and I came to Anxi and sat in the car for more than two hours. I was exhausted, but when I came to my aunt's house and saw the crystal clear stream flowing in front of the door and a group of chickens eating, the tired feeling could not help but melt.
I walked into the farmhouse, and my aunt and others were busy picking tea. I put down my luggage and went to the yard. My foot stepped into the stream, and the cold stream hit my foot coldly, which immediately washed away my heat and fatigue. I ran into the water and the stream splashed all over me. How refreshing!
Later, I followed my cousin to the rabbit cage. I grabbed a little rabbit and suddenly saw a little red on its forehead. I was confused at first and thought it was bleeding. But when I touched it, the hair was soft and there was no blood. I have to ask my cousin. She told me it was a rabbit's mark. In my hand, it was called a little baby, and then I pointed to this little rabbit with red spots, named Lu Xiao, and another one.
At this time, a group of chickens, led by hens, walked around me. Seeing those lively chickens, I really want to catch one to play with. So I boldly walked over and just reached forward and grabbed the chicken feet, thinking that it was done. Unexpectedly, the hens jumped on me and pecked my hand hard, which made me swollen. I am really angry! Suddenly, when I saw a group of chickens fighting for food, I couldn't help thinking.
I asked my cousin for some rice and went to the chicken coop. I spilled rice on the ground. The hen and the chicken walked away. I crept up to the chicken farthest from the hen and waited for an opportunity.
I caught the chicken quickly. Unexpectedly, the chick's cry made the hen fly over without pecking. I learned from my experience and abandoned the chicken. This is really affectionate between mother and son, which makes me "catch the chicken and eat a handful of rice" and my hand still hurts badly. In my opinion, hens had better stay out of trouble.
The air in the countryside is really good! Compared with the city, the beautiful scenery here makes me beautiful.
How time flies! A week has passed. It has been five or six days since I came to my cousin's house. Today, my cousin took me to catch fish in the stream.
We walked on a path full of weeds. Because of the rain, I heard the sound of running water from a distance. This cheerful voice attracted me and urged me to move forward quickly. Seeing the clear stream, I jumped forward happily and soon entered the stream.
"The action of catching fish begins now", I shouted, and my cousin and I searched for fish in the water. I turned over stone after stone, but I never saw the fish. On the contrary, I'm soaked to the skin. Just when I was depressed, a loach swam slowly past me. I quickly put a bamboo dustpan in the water. Unexpectedly, I inserted it too hard, and the loach got scared into the soil and was so angry. I quickly ran over and handed the dustpan to my sister, who is a master. I saw her gently insert the dustpan into the crack of the stone, and then walked to the shore, quietly waiting for the arrival of the fish.
After a while, a small fish rolled its eyes, emerged from the soil and looked around. Suddenly, my sister crept past as fast as lightning. When I lifted the dustpan, a lively fish was caught, and then my sister put the fish in a bag full of water. I saw it, but I really envy it.
Later, I tried to find a gap with fish. Under the guidance of my sister, I found a gap. I first put the dustpan into the water, and then sat on the shore and watched. As expected, a stealthy loach came out. Seeing that the loach was defenseless, I quickly raised the dustpan. Unexpectedly, the loach jumped up and ran underwater.
The sun rose higher and higher, and at the urging of my sister, I reluctantly left this beautiful stream.