Life is like a full-length drama, with sorrow and joy, division and combination. I always thought I was actually accepted by others. Later, I found out that I was the protagonist of life. -inscription
My childhood passed me quietly in an elegant manner. With my maturity, I have to face the senior high school entrance examination, a word that makes me both eager and afraid. I like freedom, and I am eager to get rid of my parents' ropes and enter high school life.
I still remember that once the school charged me money, and I rode my bike home to ask for money. There was no one at home, saying that I had gone to grow rice. I hurried to the other place. Dad asked me, "How did you come back?" I said, "The school has to pay 100 yuan." Dad's big black feet stepped on the mud and walked out with one foot deep and one foot shallow. His toes are covered with mud. I said, "Dad, why don't you wear shoes?" He said, "Nothing. I'm going to step on the cloth shoes for a while. Barefoot is cool, but it's a pity. " Say that finish, wipe the water off your feet with a smile.
I accidentally saw my father's foot bleeding, so I thought, "Was it cut by glass?" Mud water keeps infiltrating like a bug, eroding my father's feet and my heart. I turned my head, secretly wiped the tears from my face, and helped my father home with a smile.
In the evening, my father took out 100 yuan, including one yuan, five yuan and ten yuan. Is this 100 yuan? No, this is dad's blood and sweat. In the middle of the night, because I was thirsty, I heard my father say to my mother, "Our children are going to take the senior high school entrance examination. We will work harder in the future. It is not easy for three children to go to school! " Mom said, "Yes, well, as long as his brother and sister can make a fortune, they will go to school even if they sell iron in the pot." I will spend my life for the three of them. "
I choked up when I heard this, and the water I drank was as turbulent as fire. Before, my father hit me and my mother scolded me. Now I understand. I thought I was ignored. Now I know that my father loves me so much, and I finally know that my parents will always regard me as the protagonist in life.
Maybe I am ordinary, but I still enjoy a ray of sunshine, a drop of rain and dew, a piece of air, a simple breath, and most importantly, the strongest and most sincere love.
I believe that life is wonderful and colorful because of me, and I no longer feel inferior, because the protagonist of that story is me and I am the protagonist of life.
The protagonist of that story is me.
Two years ago in the summer, I stepped onto the stage of my dreams-singing is my hobby. By chance, I was selected into the school choir and participated in the district-level chorus competition, winning glory for the school.
This is a hard and beautiful day. Because the score is divided into four parts, more than 70 students are not very happy in chorus, which is easy to lose confidence. Coupled with the sultry weather, the temperature is as high as 30 degrees Celsius, and more than 70 people are crowded into a small classroom to rehearse, which is as annoying as a steamer. Seeing other students who didn't join the chorus turn on the air conditioner and eat ice cream at home, I feel very uncomfortable. I really want to give up this hard-won opportunity and go home to enjoy this happiness.
The teachers of the school choir are very conscientious, and the school invited professional coaches for us. At first, we were moved by the teacher's strong sense of responsibility, and we could see that the school attached great importance to this district-level chorus competition and worked hard to win the gold medal, so we cooperated with the teachers and coaches seriously. But later, due to intense study and too much homework, many students rehearsed while writing homework, and finally the coach got angry. We all regret it, but there is no regret medicine in the world. "Now, you can only rely on yourself." The teacher said. But he didn't blame us at all, but looked at us with encouragement and expectation. So we started all over again.
A sultry and irritable time, accompanied by more and more progressive and wonderful songs, sounded in the chorus room, and there was no complaint. I sometimes have a sore throat and don't want to practice, but as soon as I see the teacher's eternal smile and hard sweat on my forehead, I will stick to it; There were times when there was too much homework and the weather was too hot. I wanted to give up, but I remembered our common goal and stayed.
Through our efforts and the encouragement of our teachers, we finally overcame our fragile will. In that competition, we won the gold medal for our school!
I think it doesn't matter whether the result is good or bad, what matters is the process. Hard work may not necessarily lead to success, but success certainly requires hard work. This is an unforgettable experience, a good opportunity to hone yourself, and a beautiful story. Because I think the protagonist of that story is me.
The protagonist of that story is me.
Life is long, with joys and sorrows. When the heaven of memory was pried open, the water of the Milky Way surged, and how many wonderful experiences and bitter memories came to mind.
"Remember that day? You and I share joys and sorrows. Remember that day? You and I know each other. Remember that day? You and I depend on each other. " This song is so appropriate, so charming, but so sad. Three years ago, you didn't know each other; Three years later, you are very close. In the past three years, we have experienced many setbacks and hardships from acquaintance, intersection and mutual understanding. I wonder if you remember the past?
"I'll send you away, thousands of miles away, are you still there?" I hummed a tune and took a leisurely walk on the school playground. At this time, it is the scorching sun. I'm thirsty, and I can't help but want to steal melons to quench my thirst. I climbed over the wall, ran to the field and stole some. Unexpectedly, you happened to bump into me. You dragged me to apologize without saying anything. I'm stubborn and I won't go anyway. Never thought, at noon the next day, my old farmer who stole melons found the school leader and said that our students had stolen his melons and were wearing red embroidered dragon T-shirts. After investigation, the school finally set the target on you and me. I was scared to death. I didn't expect you to say that you stole the melon. To this end, the school invited your parents, and you did a self-examination and lost your face. I really have no face to show you, because the protagonist of that story should have been me.
"However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." On this parting occasion, please remember me, remember the story and remember the protagonist. "Jun asked that the return date has not yet arrived, and the autumn pool starts at night in Bashan." Remember this yearning, this feeling, this friendship that can touch you for a lifetime, and this lifelong treasure.
"I am worried about the bright moon, and I will go to Yelangxi with the wind." Please remember me, remember that feeling, remember the protagonist of that story, and remember that "Mochow has no confidant before her, and everyone knows her husband." Please remember that I am in the storm and you are in trouble.