Tick tock ... It's almost nine o'clock. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought: why hasn't mom come home yet? Why doesn't dad work in his hometown? Why is grandma always ill in hospital? When can my feet walk? Mother's "rabbit eye" has never recovered. I wonder if she has seen a doctor? After thinking about it, it seems that my mother is tired.
Finally, familiar footsteps sounded in the stairs, and my mother came to the hospital with heavy steps and came back. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. When my mother came in, she tucked me in and went to her room.
Since the beginning of school, my feet are still not well and my instep still hurts, but I still can't help but go to see my mother to see if her red eyes are better. I got out of bed carefully, picked up eye drops, exercised my body, limped and stomped on my toes. I almost hit the sofa, and I gritted my teeth to endure the pain. Quietly, quietly, I came to my mother's room. I turned on the light gently. Oh, mother is in the light, and her face is gaunt. Fine wrinkles appeared on her pale face. Frost flowers also appeared on the original black hair, and my waist was tired and tired. Huh? When did that beautiful mother become so old? Quietly, quietly, my heart is excited. I picked up the eye drops, gently opened my mother's "rabbit eyes", and a drop of medicine gently dropped into my right eye. Suddenly, a lot of "eye drops" poured out of my mother's eyes, so glittering and translucent. Then, I was hugged tightly by my mother. The mother under the light is so thin and pale, her eyes are bloodshot, especially in her right eye, and the blood clot is bigger. I couldn't help crying and deeply blamed myself: I didn't take good care of my mother, who was busy treating my broken foot. Every day, she carries me to the fifth floor. What man can I talk about? I squatted down gently, gently washed my mother's face with a hot towel, gently massaged her eyes back and forth with both hands, and then dropped eye drops. Fold the quilt for mom. Mother in the lamplight closed her eyes happily, with a smile on her lips.
From then on, I waited for my mother to come back every day, prepared hot towels, massaged my mother's eyes and then dropped eye drops. A week later, the blood clot in my mother's right eye gradually subsided. Another week passed, which happened to be Women's Day on March 8th. Many things happen. Mother's "rabbit eyes" miraculously recovered. Mother's eyes became bright and sparkling in the light. She gently stroked my head and smiled and said, "Son, you are the best gift from God!" " "Looking at my mother's beautiful face full of happiness, my heart smiled sweetly.
Mom, dear mom. I want to harvest a spring breeze for you, making you warm as spring and radiant; I want to hold a bunch of waves for you, so that you don't feel the most annoying and do whatever you want with the wind; I also want to develop a magic medicine for you to make you healthy and beautiful forever!
I love you! Honey. Good mother!
On Saturday, my parents took me to Daiyu Lake.
Through the gate, we first came to the playground. When we arrived at the amusement park, the first thing we played was a roller coaster, which I had never played before. This is my first time to play. I came to the seat of the roller coaster with excitement and tension. The staff fastened our seat belts and began to walk. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Because there are many arcs in the passage of the roller coaster, I dare not look, so I am ready to go up. At this time, there was a "click" from the car. It turned out that I dropped my hairpin and I didn't pick it up. I still didn't move, and there was no problem going up, but the most exciting thing was coming down. Ten seconds later, it's done. At this time, I haven't recovered from the fear just now. Father said that I had been defeated by the roller coaster in about ten seconds.
The second thing we want to play is the Ferris wheel. We sat on the ferris wheel and watched the scenery. When the Ferris wheel walks around, I'm afraid I'll fall.
Then, we came to the zoo and saw many lovely little animals! The most interesting thing is the monkey. The big monkey (the Monkey King, I guess) came and all the other little monkeys ran away. There are white rabbits, pigs and puppies. Of course, there are also big animals, such as black bears, brown bears, husky dogs, Siberian tigers, white tigers and lions. There are all kinds of animals. Brown bear looks naive. When it asks someone for something, it will suddenly stand up, as if asking someone to do so. After people give them food, they sit down and enjoy "trophies", which reminds me of Xiong Dahe Xiong Er in Bears. In contrast, the black bear is much lazier, sitting there basically motionless.
After leaving the zoo, I wanted to watch Bobo Music Festival, but we were all too tired and it was dark, so we all went home!
Our home is like a color palette with all kinds of colors on it. My grandparents are red, my mother is green, my father is purple and I am orange. We make up a beautiful picture.
Why are grandparents red? Because grandparents are optimistic and cheerful on weekdays, they are cheerful all day, so grandpa often hums his own songs while walking, and grandma often plays with me. We are all lovers of cross talk and comedy, and the burlesque "Old Uncle" and "Tea House" are both grandparents' favorite dramas. Red represents optimism, so it is most appropriate for me to say that grandparents are red.
Mom is green. As soon as mom comes home, we will have a warm and peaceful feeling. Whenever I encounter difficulties, as long as I think of my mother's ardent expectations for me, a vast prairie will appear in front of me, and my confidence will multiply. I seem to have turned into a fine horse, galloping on the endless grassland.
Dad looked serious, so I told him he was purple. Whenever I do something wrong, he always criticizes me severely. At this time, I am very scared. Purple is difficult to match with other colors. So I said that dad is purple, which is not bad at all.
I, for orange. Orange symbolizes the rising sun, and everyone says I am full of vigor and vitality, lively and lovely. I like oranges for another reason-I like eating oranges. So I said I was orange.
In this painting in our family, red, green, purple and orange are all important. If there is no red, it will look deserted; If there is no green, there will be a lack of comfort; If there is no purple, the picture will be too bright; Without orange, there is no vitality. This painting in our family is like this, not one of them can be missing.
I love my family, and I love the colors and paintings on my palette.
Share 4 "Bye-bye-"every week in the sixth grade. My mother left on a business trip with her luggage this morning. Looking at my mother's distant back, I shouted happily: "Free and clean!" " ! "
As long as I can remember, my mother has been nagging "Don't run around!" ""eat more for dinner! " "Listen carefully in class, don't be naughty!" "Remember to attend extracurricular interest classes! " ……
Now it's the fifth grade of primary school, so it's reasonable to say that my mother doesn't need to worry more, but my mother's nagging is even worse. Even when I went to my classmate's house to play for a while, she nagged me about wasting my time and not studying hard. No matter what I do, my mother's nagging will ring in my ear at any time.
Today, my mother is on a business trip. I feel much quieter in my ears and really comfortable in my heart. In the evening, my favorite TV series My Brother is Shun Liu is waiting for me. Nobody nagged me anyway. I watched 1 1 in one breath, which was really enjoyable.
I woke up the next day and looked at my watch. Ah, it's seven twenty! I brushed my teeth and washed my face in a hurry, put on my schoolbag and ran to the waiting point. When I came to school, I was catching up with the class representatives to collect my homework. I just remembered that I forgot to tidy up my homework yesterday. Alas, my mother used to nag me about packing my schoolbag. How can I remember it myself?
When I came home from school at night, I came in and shouted, "Mom, I'm home." However, no one answered. I just remembered that my mother was on a business trip and didn't come back for two days. I walked listlessly to the table and began to do my homework. The home is surprisingly quiet, which makes people feel uneasy. I had to turn on the TV and turn the volume up to the maximum.
I ate something casually, washed and lay in bed. The faint moonlight poured in from the window, and I lay in bed with my eyes open. "It's almost 1 1 o'clock, don't sleep yet!" Suddenly, my ears seemed to hear my mother's nagging again. But at this point, nagging seems so warm.
It's good to have a mother nagging. I turned over and fell asleep quietly. ...
The sixth grade weekly diary shares 5 rainy days. You see: the rain in spring is so colorful! It is a pink smiling face protruding from the peach and plum tree; It is the willow swaying in the wind by the river in a green robe; It is a yellow grass bud that comes out from the ground. There is a white sign beside the grass, which reads in red: "flowers and trees are our good friends, please come and take care of them!" " There is also a small print in the lower corner: red scarf (Xuan). Oh! Spring rain is the gentle care of children with red scarves flying on their chests.
Summer rain, not to be taunted. When it is angry, it will bend the branches, sometimes damage the roof, and sometimes flood the river, flooding farmland and schools. Rain in summer also has some advantages. When we are badly baked by the sun, a summer rain will make us feel extremely cool and comfortable. Xia Yu is an ignorant baby in her mother's hand. Often it is quiet for a while and crying loudly for a while.
Autumn rain is sweet and delicious. It always likes to dye tree friends with bright colors, red and yellow. Red apple and yellow pear, so sweet to bite, and good harvest. We learned an autumn poem: "The lotus has no shelter from the rain, but the chrysanthemum still has Ao Shuang branches. A good year's scenery must be remembered, it is orange. " Autumn rain is the bright and crisp sound that children make when they read poems.
The winter rain is cold and cool. The leaves on the tree were so scared that they fell to the ground and the branches were bare. As soon as it rains, the branches tremble in the cold wind. The children are not afraid of rain, and their mother always dresses them in warm clothes one by one. After class, the children came to play under the tree again. Their little hands are wrapped around the trunk and their clothes are hung on the branches, which brings warmth to the tree friends: "Tree friends, aren't you cold?" Winter rain brings warm greetings from friends in the cold.
Rain, ever-changing rain, is everywhere
Every time I sing this song, I can't help but think of the road that scares me.
"What! He Xu! " Buy cigarettes for dad. Reluctantly, I took the money and crept out of the house. Wang Wang. Little yellow dog shouted at the top of his lungs, as if to say, "Who, who! If you take one more step, I'll bite him to death! " As soon as I heard this, my hair stood on end and my brain was racing: Oh, no, I seem to have been found by the little yellow dog. I hesitated and whispered: If I don't go, I will be called a "coward" by my aunt. Go, that little yellow dog is staring at me, afraid of being bitten. After careful consideration, I intend to make a detour. However, just taking a small step, a huge yellow dog appeared in front of me, and I thought, it's over! Another one. The dog bared its front teeth and roared, "Woof! I trembled with fear, panicked, and tears swirled in my eyes. In the face of aggressive dogs, what should I do unarmed? There is only one thought in my heart: run home and the dog won't bite me. So, I tried my best, broke out all my potential and ran hard, which was an escape.
When I got home, my father looked at me with a runny nose and tears and said earnestly, "Don't be afraid, son, don't cry." Be bold and cautious when you encounter such a thing. The more it tells you to go, the more you scold it, and it scares away. " After hearing my father's words, I nodded frequently.
"Walking on a country road ..." This song lingers in my ear, "Walking on a nerve-racking road ..." I was thinking in my mind.
Sixth grade weekly sharing 7 As the saying goes, "Illness comes from the mouth", which is absolutely true. Now many students usually don't pay attention to food hygiene, and as a result, they get sick. So, what should we do to keep healthy?
First: eat less cold drinks. Because most cold drinks are unsanitary. It is understood that there are more bacteria on the ice machine in a restaurant than on the horse bucket! And eating more cold drinks at a time is also stimulating to our stomach. Therefore, we should eat less cold drinks.
Second: Wash your hands before and after meals. You must wash your hands before eating and after going to the toilet. Because at this time, the number of bacteria on our hands is very large. At this time, we pick up the food and eat it. If we are not careful, the bacteria will "transfer" from our hands to the food and finally "transfer" to our mouths. Therefore, wash your hands before and after meals.
Third: Don't eat bad food. Because bacteria often grow on spoiled food, it is harmful to our health if eaten. Therefore, spoiled food is inedible.
Fourth: eat more fruits and vegetables. Fruits and vegetables are rich in vitamins and dietary fiber, which can treat scurvy. So it is harmless to eat more fruits and vegetables.
Fifth: drink plenty of water. Water is indispensable to us, and the human body is mostly made of water. Drinking water when you are thirsty means that you are seriously short of water.
Sixth: if you are sick, you must go to the hospital to avoid the spread of the virus.
To sum up, we know that developing good dietary hygiene habits is an important prerequisite for maintaining health.
I got up at 4: 30 yesterday morning, got dressed and washed, and then woke up my father. It was already 5: 30. Dad put on his coat in a hurry and hurried me to school. Many people came at that time.
We have a bamboo flute performance this time. It's great to be late. I walked to the electric classroom, and everyone was about to start making up. I took off my outermost clothes and began to stand in the makeup team. Oh, makeup is so troublesome. People who want to run from east to west look for makeup teachers everywhere. I went to apply foundation first, and the powder flew on my face. I drew my eyebrows again, because there was a scar on my eyebrows, so the teacher drew them a little hard and hurt a little. Then I drew eyeliner, and my eyes were cool and comfortable. Then I painted eye shadow, half yellow and half blue. Then an aunt drew a small chicken claw on everyone's forehead and drew the origin almost near the eyes. I feel like a monster.
We got on the bus and ran for more than ten minutes to Huantai. In Huantai, we went to a school and began to practice music. Soon, it's our turn. I walked onto the stage, and suddenly I felt the tension was gone, because I saw the teacher who thought the female judge smiled at me. The music began, and we all skillfully played the tunes Good Day and Yimeng Mountain Minor. Every one of us has a smile on his face. I glanced at the judges below, and they showed a satisfied smile. Then, I looked at the conductor. I kept looking at it, as if my eyes were glued to it. The performance is over, which is still fresh in my mind just now.
Finally, after the performance, we put down our things and went back to the playground to take pictures. After the photo shoot, everyone rushed to take photos with the principal, wave after wave, and finally came one after another, showing that the principal was very satisfied with the performance. I also think we will get good grades, because all of us have worked hard and will be rewarded.