Since I was born, God has given me many gifts, such as gentle maternal love, strict fatherly love and so on, but what I wrote was not these, but the love of my simple grandmother.
Winter sun
I remember one time, my grandmother and I went to Xiandong Hill to walk around the mountain. Just halfway through, the weather suddenly changed, and it snowed heavily (it was winter at that time). But just halfway through, we made progress and retreated halfway. So I have to bite the bullet and move on. Exhausted, I gradually began to have a fever, and my grandmother leaned her head nervously. I gradually began to fall asleep. Grandma took off her coat, put it on me, picked me up and walked forward quickly ... I woke up, opened my eyes and vaguely saw grandma cooking medicine for me. My eyes are moist. Grandma seems to be a ray of sunshine, which warms me, making me no longer cold and extremely warm.
Medicine is sweet.
I coughed because I ate too much sugar, and grandma was worried. Grandma is very thin. After all these troubles, she is very weak. My mother said, "You'd better rest." Grandma said, "no, I want to cook medicine for my grandson!" " "Then he went into the kitchen. I was very uncomfortable when I heard it in the house. Tears swirled in my eyes. At this time, grandma came to my bed with medicine and fed me bite by bite. The tears I choked back finally burst its banks and fell into the bowl. Grandma said, "Is the medicine too bitter? Let me add some sugar to you. " I said, "No, this medicine is sweet, really, very sweet ..."
snow sculpture
I was in a severe winter, and my grandmother accompanied me to learn street dance. I asked my grandmother to go back, so I went back by myself. But grandma insisted on staying and waiting for me. I knew grandma's character, so I went in to study.
Listening to the whistling north wind, I thought: if grandma goes back, what will I do in the future? Blink of an eye, an hour and a half passed. I opened the door, stunned. Grandma stood in the north wind, standing under the heavy snow, covered with thick snow, and she kept trembling. When she saw me coming out, she knocked off the snow and said to me, "Let's go! Go home! " I threw myself into grandma's arms and cried. ...
Winning or losing is a common thing in "learning"
When I was a sophomore, I got double marks in the mid-term exam. I was so happy that I ran home in three steps and two steps. My grandmother said that "winning or losing is a common thing for scientists" disturbed my interest. I glared at my grandmother and went back to the house. Final exam, 89 points in math and 80 points in Chinese. At home, grandma still said: winning or losing is a common thing for scientists. I suddenly understood the truth. In the future, I often think that winning or losing is a common thing for scientists.
Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, and grandma's love is like soil-the soil that feeds me to thrive.
I am proud to live in Jiangnan.
Five thousand years ago, the mysterious Jiangnan was ancient, and five thousand years ago, the passionate Jiangnan was surrounded by dreams. I am a woman in a skirt, picking mulberry in the afternoon green water; I am a woman with a bright jade bracelet, peeling water chestnuts on a waterwheel; I am a white-haired old woman beside the thatched eaves grass, enjoying family happiness in drunken dancing and singing. I live in Jiangnan, tender and I am proud of Jiangnan.
pons
Bridge is a dream of stopping at the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, from which the bridge culture ripples. Graceful posture is that women are dancing, clever posture is that rainbows are drinking water by the stream, rust is the precipitation of history, and enduring power is the power of tenderness. How much laughter, national hatred and family sorrow your petite and stalwart body bears. Misty and rainy, Liu Yiyi. Shaded by green houses and tiles; Small broken sun, curling smoke, calling for the late arrival of Wu Peng's boat; The bluestone road by the river leisurely leads to the high stone arch bridge in the distance. The boat is walking leisurely below, and people are walking gently on the floor, just like in the picture. ...
Flowing water
The water in the south of the Yangtze River flows into Bai Juyi's Memory of the South of the Yangtze River: "At sunrise, the river flowers are better than the fire, and in spring, the river is blue." The flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River has maintained the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, without arrogance or rashness. Completely like a small jasper, when talking, her lips are slightly open, and when walking, she is a golden lotus. Later, the river opened to the sea, and Xiaojiabiyu gradually became a charming woman, and her charm was exuded between her gestures, so the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River showed a touch of beauty, neither humble nor ostentatious. This is the character of the whole Jiangnan.
family
Simple Jiangnan people have romantic fantasies. Jiangnan girl with bright eyes and white teeth speaks Wu Nong's soft language, with beautiful eyes and a smart smile. They pose for washing clothes on the gurgling water, hum the tune of washing clothes, and smile gently in the sunset. Since ancient times, there have been many talented people in Jiangnan, and the world can't compete with ten. There are nine relationships in Jiangnan. Some people say that "the southeast is charming, and the woman has a man", which is true, but it is not. Here, we got out of the poetic and alcoholic Wu, a proud scholar, and Qiu Jin, who was willing to spend a lot of money to buy nod. Let's cry. The chapter on the previous page has faded with the silence of the notes, and the chapter on the next page will be written by us for you.
How many chapters have my Jiangnan sung in Tang poetry and Song poetry, and how many times have I been graceful and restrained in the historical picture; My Jiangnan is a short song in the rain, in which there are fishermen boating on the river and woodcutter wading early. I live in the south of the Yangtze River with tenderness, like a cup of whispering wine full of tea rhyme. Jiangnan, I am proud of you.
My soul was awakened by him at that time.
In my heart, there is a mountain. That mountain is far away from me, but it is also very close to me; That mountain is majestic and tall. That mountain is Mao Zedong.
I dare not look at him, because he is too high, and I can't see the end when I look up; I dare not read him, because he has been buried deeply. Even if I devote my life, I may not be able to understand him. Only by feeling, I can only turn into a wisp of breeze, to pick a small flower, to catch a drop of spring water, to feel his bit by bit. Let him wake my sleeping soul.
"Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life, independent in cold and autumn, Orange Island, looking at mountains and plains, the layers of forests are all dyed." Beautiful rivers and mountains, full of tenderness and magnificent rivers and mountains with a long history, aroused the heroic will of a 32-year-old youth. "Ask the boundless earth, who is the master of ups and downs!" A swan's ambition blooms in an instant, and his great ambition determines the brilliant future he will write. He gently awakened my ambition and will in my sleep. He told me that it is the true nature of China people and Chinese people to "dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the weather".
Full of confidence and vitality, stretch our vitality. "People who travel all over Qingshan are not old, and the scenery here is unique." Full of enthusiasm, like a volcano, eager to erupt, full of lofty sentiments, unstoppable. No matter how difficult the Long March is about to be, you will shout "Now take a step from the beginning" and swallow all the difficulties.
Long March Avenue, crossing grasslands and climbing snow-capped mountains, sharpen not the soles, but tenacious will and strong life. "Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills." How many immortal heroes have been liberated by this small wave, and how many unyielding heroes have come out of this mud pill! It really deserves to be "there are so many beautiful women in the country, and countless heroes are competing for the waist", and they are eager to learn from their mistakes. Deep love for the country. He woke me up when I was sleeping. Be tenacious, be tenacious.
* After seeing Chiang Kai-shek, he finally smiled and told the world that "if there is love in the sky, it will be old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes." The history he wrote is rock solid, and no one can move against the historical trend, and no one can control the world.
A man of flesh and blood, he also has great gentleness. For the sake of revolution, he lost his wife and children. Even if he was helpless, there was only "WU GANG holding out osmanthus wine, and Chang 'e was lonely and comfortable. "Love flowers, love flowers, love a generation of great men, two lines of tears v. softhearted!
"fenglei, with standard courageously, is the world. Thirty-eight years later, with a flick of a finger. You can spend nine days on the moon, catch turtles in five oceans, and laugh and laugh. Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. " On this road of reform and opening up, I seem to see Chairman Mao on the way forward, with his warm smile like spring, sighing: "Every year, waves push the waves before, and Cao Jiang rivers are everywhere."
The chapter of the new era should be written by us. We can only say thank you to him. Thank you for waking up the sleeping soul in my soul and working hard. Mao Zedong, I will deeply appreciate your firm and tenacious mountain spirit and strive to contribute tomorrow to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland!
"the past is gone, count the romantic figures, and look at the present"!