The second day of writing 1 The sun and the moon fly, and time flies. In a blink of an eye, days are like a river that never returns. Inadvertently, we spent this wonderful six years hand in hand. From the beginning of ignorance to the present, we have entered a colorful youth-junior high school.
As the saying goes, "all good things must come to an end", the six-year primary school life has its ups and downs, but it left us in an instant, plunged into the long river of that time and disappeared.
How many people want to go back to the past, to the days when they supported each other and spent each other's learning difficulties, to the classroom where laughter is still there, and to swim freely in the ocean of knowledge with teachers.
However, I can't go back, but I will never forget the kind and earnest teaching of the teacher, the helping hand of my classmates when I was in trouble, our laughter on the playground, the beautiful classroom, and …
Although my primary school career has passed, the scene of our getting along day and night has not disappeared in my memory because of the precipitation of time, but has become more and more clear.
I still remember that math class. The kind face and gentle words of the math teacher are still fresh in my memory: "Raise your hand bravely and answer boldly, even if the answer is wrong, it doesn't matter, the teacher will answer for you." I don't know why, but I raised my hand as if I were possessed by some kind of magic.
Every cause has its consequences. The teacher selected me from more than 40 students. When I got up, I don't know why, the newly organized language collapsed instantly, and my hands were tightly clenched together to ease the tension in my heart. The teacher seems to feel the tension in my heart, and her eyes reveal the meaning of encouragement. My heart gradually calmed down and I began to answer questions slowly.
After sitting down, I felt that everything just now was like a dream. I squeezed my hand and found that it was all true.
Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Time is going its own way, through the footsteps of youth, and the mood is mixed. Time follows itself, the speed is not slow, but the future has just begun.
Time flies and the pace never stops. Some people say that its pace is too fast, which makes its youth and childhood pass by in a hurry, leaving traces on its parents, while others say that it walks too slowly, grows too slowly and graduates too slowly. But it just follows its own footsteps. I think I still have to thank it.
Time, thank you! Thank you for giving me a happy childhood and beautiful youth, and let me become a middle school student from an ignorant child and study in a scholarly campus. Although I miss the happy and carefree days when I was a child, because of you, it will never come back, become meaningful and become a beautiful memory. But as the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, he will also open a window for you. And you, too, took away my childhood and brought me beautiful youth.
Thank you, time! Thank you for letting me learn an important thing. It is precisely because you never stay, never wait in the same place, and never look back, so I want to catch you, follow you closely and enjoy the time you have brought me. We cherish it, feel it, and use the present time to shout without scruple. Because of you, I know that the past time will never come. I don't think about what it was like yesterday, nor what it will be like tomorrow. I will only treat today well. Because today is yesterday's tomorrow, not tomorrow's yesterday If you seize today, you seize yesterday and tomorrow.
Thank you, time! You gave me the best gift in the world. You let me see the beautiful world clearly, you gave me exercise and let me grow. In the process of growing up, there are happiness and sadness, anger and calm. It's as if my tongue tasted the ups and downs, which made me experience a colorful life. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain in life?
Time, thank you! Some people call you time old man. They call you an old man because you have experienced too many days and nights. But I think you are still young, you will not experience birth and death, your life is repetitive and single, but you have brought us a colorful life. You never think about yourself and bring everything to us. You are selfless and have no regrets.
Thank you, time! Thank you for everything!
Time weaves raindrops into warmth, making memories linger over the years and unforgettable-inscription.
In a hurry, time flies, and past stories leave a shallow impression. That year, the sudden rain stranded the boat of time, and the punters set foot on the river bank and entered my world.
You like to wear a yellow jacket and loose sweatpants. This skirt brings you closer to us. You love to wear a low ponytail, with a round face, and always have a kind smile on your face. Walking in, it seems that the surrounding air is sweet, comfortable and natural.
Every day, you take us to study happily, and your voice takes us to the ocean of knowledge. Whenever you ask questions, you always look at the naughty children in Seeker. The interesting things you tell in class are often told by us after class. When you give a lecture, the earthy spring breeze will gently lift your hair scattered on your temples, adding beauty and elegance to you. I will never forget the sweet spring you poured on my heart, and I will never forget the warmth of my fingertips in the rain that day.
Near school, the sky is as dark as ink, which is particularly eye-catching. The mood in the sky seems to be not very good today. In Jiao Mo, which has just been dyed gray-blue, dark clouds are accumulating and coming from all directions, and a storm is imminent. Does the wind bring raindrops as big as beans? It does not wash away dust, but wreaks havoc with heavy rain. It's really "the house leaks and it rains all night." I just didn't bring an umbrella when I was far from home. I feel like crying, burying my head in my arms and thinking about what to do after school.
You read my mind, called my name gently, grabbed my wet little hands, spread your fingers one by one, and handed me an umbrella. The hand was light, but the heart was heavy. The teacher wiped the tears from my eyes. The warm palm left a warm trace on my cold face. I don't know why, tears always run down my eyes. Perhaps this feeling is called touching, and it is the unforgettable touch you left me.
It's still raining, and the school bell has rung. We rushed into the rain to look for our parents. Only I noticed you getting wet in the rain. At this moment, my thin body is more delicate. Watching, a warm thing quietly rolled down my face. That thing is called tears of time. I haven't cried for a long time, and my bank collapsed at that moment.
A year has passed, and I have entered junior high school. The alternation of time and distance weakens our feelings and reduces our connection. Only you, I will never forget.
Because, there is a kind of nostalgia, you think you are no longer attached, but because of a swaying rain, you have a kind of nostalgia, a kind of nostalgia, you think you are no longer attached, but because of a specific situation, you burst into tears and have a kind of nostalgia. At that time, you didn't feel grateful, peeled off layers of homesickness and revealed an unforgettable figure of you.
When I was a child, I ate sugar and watched my grandmother work in the fields. My childhood seems to have passed unconsciously.
Watching grandma transplant rice seedlings, I catch shrimp in the stream; Watching grandma cook, I enjoy the cool under the big tree; Watching grandma feed the chickens, I picked osmanthus under the tree. ...
I vaguely remember the old days. Every time I come to my grandmother's house, it's like the groom marrying the bride. I can't wait for the whole village to know that I'm here! I'm coming! I came to see my good grandma! Every winter and summer vacation is spent at my grandmother's house, but I can't bear to leave every time I come. When my mom and dad came to pick me up, I cried in despair. At that time, I always naively thought that as long as I cried, everyone would spoil me as I wished, but in fact, I would go whether I cried or not.
It was another summer vacation, and I returned to my grandmother's house, which was the busy farming period. I sat on the bench playing with my mobile phone, and my grandmother smiled and said that she would take me to play in the fields. I thought about refusing, because it was very hot outside, waved my hand and said no, and bowed my head to play with my mobile phone. After a silence for a while, I looked up and saw my grandmother's lonely back, which made me thoughtful.
When I grow up, I won't haunt my grandmother anymore. I'm here, and I'll never show off. Although I still want to be with my grandmother in my heart, I don't know why I don't feel as dependent on my grandmother as before. Maybe it's because I grew up or became independent. I know I will never be like when I was a child again. While everyone was eating, my grandmother was still busy. I was very unhappy to see her wrinkled face and rickety back.
Time, time! Can I ask you to stop, turn me back into a childhood, make me as innocent as before, and make my grandmother lose a gray hair and a wrinkle? Okay？
In the process of growing up, everyone has people who are very grateful to him, because when we were young, we were often disobedient and naughty. But every time I don't listen, someone comes out to educate me, which makes me get a lot of education. So I am very grateful to the person who educated me, that is, Mr. Liu, a primary school teacher.
As far as I can remember, she was over 50 years old then. She is a female teacher, with a pair of white glasses on her watery eyes and a red pout under her collapsed nose. Although there are many wrinkles on her face, there are shadows and white hair on her face. I know she is worried about us. She is always the most beautiful in our hearts.
It was a winter morning. I have arrived at school, but my classmate Zhu Xiao, who just entered the classroom, called me a set of diaries. She is in a bad mood. What she said added fuel to the fire for me. I quickly refused. Although he asked me to write many times, I refused. He had no choice but to invite team leader Zheng Xiao. As soon as he arrived, he said,' Xiaolong, I'm the team leader. If you teach me to write, you have to listen to me. You write. I listened and quickly replied:' I won't write what you are going to do to me, so bite me. As Mr. Liu was on it, he didn't say much about me and left. I thought it was over, but Mr. Liu's eyes caught the whole story. After reading early, she woke me up and said that I had been disobedient recently, but I didn't know what was going on at that time, so I stood up. This is Zhu Xiao. He quickly stood up and complained to the teacher that I was disobedient and contradicted my classmates. At this moment, I suddenly realized that when I faced Teacher Liu, I found that her expression was not so serious, but kind. Then he said to me earnestly: Xiaolong, you should be obedient. At school, you should listen to your teachers and classmates, otherwise the teachers don't like you and your classmates don't play with you. Be obedient. Of course, it's the same when you grow up. If you don't listen to the boss, he will fire you and deduct all your wages. "I thought after listening to it: I must study hard and be more obedient in the future.
This is our teacher. I am very grateful to him. Our youth has cost our teachers a lot of effort, so we will definitely turn what our teachers said to us into motivation and study hard. Be a good boy, thank time and teachers for letting me know so much.
I feel that I have worked hard, but the result is not very satisfactory. I remembered that time. A little gloomy and confused. This is the first time I have found the difference in my life. I spend the New Year in a foreign land because I don't want to go to other people's homes for dinner on New Year's Eve. As a result, many contradictions have arisen. So, on that open-air balcony, we spent a year, not happy at all, even a little wronged. I was equally confused at that time, but I never felt really unhappy. Maybe I am lucky, still in my little princess dream. At that time, I was arrogant for a while, looking for different exits in my own way. I just didn't know there was such a platform at that time. If I had known, maybe my record would not have been lost to the amazing person I praised. My mind was really active at that time. Just after doing some housework and washing dishes, a dramatic picture can emerge in my mind. I don't know when those active images suddenly fled from my mind, and everything became exhausted. This is not a beautiful era, but it is an era worth pondering and growing up. That time changed our lives. We talked for that time, and it turned out to be a bit ridiculous. The glory and gloom of a period of time depend on your current ability and status quo. Yes, that's the day we live; It's a depressing shame that you lost. That time was very important on our growth path.
Time flies, I have spent eight years learning Chinese. There are many teachers who have taught me, but the most special is Lao Shen, who impressed me the most.
At that time, I had just finished the fourth grade and was just catching up with the enrollment of distant literature classes in the summer vacation. My mother, who was worried about my Chinese grades, quickly signed me up. So I became the first batch of students of Lao Shen in Qinhuangdao, leaving a flash of memory in my growing years.
I just listened to the first audition class, and I like this unusual class. Lao Shen talks about literature as well as culture and history. Literature and history are interesting to read, but many teachers are boring to speak, which is why I like reading but I don't like Chinese classes. Lao Shen is serious in class, his voice is cadence, and his movements and expressions are various. Under his various exaggerated interpretations, my thoughts were brought into a brand-new literary world.
He likes to arrange lectures into stories, especially like to arrange us into stories. Remember, Lao Shen took the Book of Songs. The ballad compiled by Shuo Shu: "Mouse, mouse, don't steal my cereal. After feeding you for many years, you refused to buy me KFC. " Because of this ballad, I suddenly understood the exploitation of slaves by slave owners and the hatred of slaves to slave owners. Put yourself in the specific situation of work and put yourself in the other person's shoes. The question becomes interesting and simple! Chinese can be learned in this way, and I suddenly understand.
Every Saturday, we are in a hurry to go to a distant place for class. Lao Shen takes our Songs of the South and recites the Book of Songs. From the origin of China's romantic poetry and realistic poetry, to pre-Qin prose, to Wei-Jin style, to Tang poetry, to Song poetry, to Yuanqu. We recited a lot, but Lao Shen said less. I can recite long pipa and everlasting regret songs in one breath. I recite a lot, so I have to reveal a sentence or two from time to time in my composition. My mother said I was a bit of a scholar, and my teacher said my composition was a bit literary.
In the final exam, Lao Shen gave us a 300-point test paper, plus 30 points. Some test our accumulation in the classroom, some test our common sense of life, and the excellent ones can participate in summer camps during the holidays. I worked my ass off and went to Xi 'an, the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, during my holiday. Visiting Xi 'an, visiting historical sites, talking about feelings, and stroking off the city wall, I really heard the pounding of history and rode with the wind. ...
In those two years, I miraculously became a "doctor of literature" in the eyes of others from a child who originally hated Chinese.
Zhang Ailing said that some people will be engraved in memory forever. Even if they forget his voice, his smile and his face, the feeling when they think of him will never change.
It has been more than two years since I left the distant literature class. Now I often think of the days when I laughed with Lao Shen and the warm and serious eyes when he taught me. In the bright sunshine, I often fantasize that Lao Shen appeared in front of me neatly in a white shirt and gray jeans, and the sun was still cheerful.
Thank you, Lao Shen, for opening a colorful and dazzling spiritual world for me. He lit up my heart with stories and lit up my growing years with literature.
There is no cloud in the sky outside the window. Blue is like a calm lake and a washed mirror, reflecting things on the earth. Everything is so beautiful, but there seems to be something missing in this beautiful time-those happy laughter in the sun.
I was overwhelmed by the sea of work in the window. I feel like a small fish in the sea, submerged by the sea all day. Sometimes you need to float to catch your breath. So I put down the pen in my hand, and those laughter immediately came to my ears.
When I was a child, at my grandmother's house, our friends liked to run to the fields together and build a nest with straw in a piece of golden rice. This nest is made of straw all around, which is airtight and warm. Four or five people can sit inside, but they can see outside. If someone passes by outside, you can't see any clues. Sometimes we do "bad things" and we all run around and hide. A few times it was dark, and we were still whispering in the fields, and there were happy laughter everywhere.
One afternoon, some of our friends decided to pick melons in the field and come back to eat. We thieves took a fancy to Uncle Li's melon. Uncle Li's melon is big and round, and the villagers are full of praise for his melon and technology. Our "boss" first landed gently on the river beach, climbed to the edge of the melon field, looked around, and soon found the target, the biggest and roundest melon, and carefully picked it. We lined up and rolled melons down the beach like baton. I met it at the bottom, probably because I was guilty, and I didn't catch it. "Plop …" There was some splash in the river. The friends heard a "plop" and thought that Uncle Li was coming, and they were scared to run around like defeated soldiers. We ran back to our nest to see that there was no one around, only to know that it was a false alarm, so we all laughed in unison and remembered this stupid thing with a smile.
Suddenly my memory shattered like a mirror, and my thoughts came back. Pick up the pen and look at the homework around you and sigh. I feel that children's childhood is gone now, and they will still be crushed by the mountains of homework, like the Monkey King at the foot of Wuxing Mountain 500 years ago; Either you are immersed in the game and can't extricate yourself; Or it was put into the so-called safe world by uneasy parents. The memories of their future childhood are all homework in the game, without laughter, freedom and happiness.
The sky outside the window is still so blue, everything seems to have happened, but it seems that something happened. I plunged into the bottomless pit of my homework.
The first semester is finally over, and I put down my heavy textbooks. In this winter vacation, the greatest pleasure is to take your time and savor the holiday time.
Poke the tassel on the bookmark, and my sister and I discuss the elf together. When my sister wears a beautiful hairpin in her hair, lanterns are hung in front of my house, and Spring Festival couplets and blessings are posted at home, my family becomes jubilant. In winter vacation, the most important thing is home, and the happiest thing is that the family is together. Every day, children are responsible for happiness and parents are responsible for cooking. How nice!
At the beginning of the winter vacation, I didn't even adapt. The alarm clock rang at 6 o'clock. I got up as usual and suddenly woke up: "Isn't it a holiday?" Yes, it's a holiday, so you can play without fear. It's snowing, put on a thick scarf, trample unscrupulously in the snow, step on one footprint after another, run and laugh. The family walked in the snow together, and I left a snowman for the snow. Time stopped at this moment.
Later, the snow melted, the road was not slippery, the weather was much warmer, and the winter vacation was particularly leisurely. The birds flew out to feed again. I take my sister and scatter some bread crumbs on the grass every day, hoping that the sparrows in winter will be as happy as usual. We don't go to school, so we can spend more time together. Although there will be a big fight over toys and snacks, we will be very happy together, even if we just laugh together, without any image. When it snows, we will have a snowball fight together; The snow melted, holding the doll in the sun quietly, and the holiday was so simple and beautiful.
In the evening, my sister went to bed. I lie prone on the bed and don't want to sleep. At this time, the white clouds leave gracefully, and the stars can show its beauty. The night is extremely silent, and there are no insect frogs in winter. Only the stars are still collecting everyone's dreams, whispering the river to the world when no one is around. I listened quietly in my room.
Sometimes, a person, a book and a cup of tea let my sister play her game. But I am surfing in the ocean of knowledge, and the small black letters as big as beans tell me many magical and beautiful stories. I can follow Wang Kailing to feel the warm side of human nature; Listen to Wang Dingjun's philosophy of life; Cook tea with plum blossoms, listen to the rain and enjoy the beauty of new words and old dreams. ...
When you are tired, take a trip, and then leave. Although some people say that traveling is to go from a place where you are tired of living to a place where others are tired of living. But so what? It's good for a family to be happy together! Take a walk in Zhouzhuang Town, which is known as the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, see people with small bridges and flowing water, and taste the tranquility and elegance of the ancient town. I went to Tiger Hill, which is known as the first mountain in Wuzhong, to enjoy the strange scenery of nature, to listen to the tour guide reappearing the scene of Sun Wu's training, to tell the story of the Monkey King's battle with Erlang God in the Journey to the West, and to listen to the beautiful guzheng played by beautiful women in ancient costumes, which made me intoxicated.
Life in winter vacation is happy and beautiful, but it is also short-lived. Nevertheless, I also got a spiritual rest, and I will make these wonderful times into a memory film and play it back at any time. The school is just around the corner. Let's get ready and move on!
The composition 10 in the second day of junior high school is too long, and I am too young to imagine the unfinished future.
That Friday, I got into my mother's car and went back to my hometown. I kept silent because of a bad cold and wrapped my face in a dark embrace with a thick cotton cap.
Along the way, thinking about a bunch of messy things, a road suddenly emerged in my dark mind. It's not big, but it's familiar, because it's a path near my home, with rape flowers on both sides, and it seems to open its arms to me and welcome me home. Mom's car is driving very slowly.
A strange impulse suddenly appeared. As soon as I took off my hat, I saw what I had just seen. Those two rape blossoms, the old cement road, and my mother's car are even so similar in angle.
I don't know why this happened. At that moment, I just suddenly felt that I was so familiar with my hometown. I love my family very much. But suddenly I was sad. I miss my hometown very much. When can I grow up?
Let the cold wind blow my cheeks and my thoughts drift away.
The next day, my father took me to the hospital in the town because I didn't feel well. There are so many people in the town that dad can only keep honking his horn. Although some people still walk in the middle of the road when they hear the sound, dad seems to be used to such an environment, which is tepid and annoying. When I came back, there were a lot of bustling people, and I saw many old people walking together, pulling their families and wearing the iconic blue farm clothes. Suddenly I remembered a sentence my father told me, "Some people will stay here all their lives, but you should work hard and live well in the future, and don't stay in the countryside."
Suddenly, I was very emotional. What is my future? In the future, in the future, where is my foothold?
I am still young, 15 years old; But not small. In another year, I will face the first test of my life-the senior high school entrance examination. Maybe it's time to think about my future.
But what should I think? No one knows what the future society will be like. Maybe it has been planned now, and the future will be another scene. But what will happen if we don't plan now?
I have had many unrealistic dreams. I want to be a writer in the future, stay at home and write my own novels, live my own life and be separated from outsiders. But maybe my father's scolding me every day brought me back to reality. My dream as a writer may be too far away. In the future, this family needs me to shoulder the burden.
15 years old, you gave me too many sighs, my childhood, what will you be like in the future?