In late autumn, the leaves have turned yellow, the traffic in the bustling city is endless, the pedestrians on the street are woven, and a biting cold wind blows. I shivered and wrapped my thin coat.
Being out of place in this world, I quarreled with my mother again. I don't remember the reason for the argument. All I remember is that I ran out of the house without even eating dinner. At this moment, I am shivering with cold and walking in the street in confusion. Near night, the whole city seems to be getting dark, and the stomach begins to growl, the calf is too sour and the nose is cold. It should be that the wind on this autumn night is too cold. ...
Suddenly there was a smell of wonton, so I couldn't help smelling it and stopped to look around, yo! If it weren't for Lao Cao, he was carrying a small bowl, and the smell of wonton emanated from the small bowl in his hand.
Lao Cao is the owner of a stationery store. Everyone calls him Lao Cao or Grandpa Cao. I like to call him Lao Cao. I always like to buy some gadgets. When I came here, I got acquainted with Lao Cao. Later, every time I went, Lao Cao saw me and shouted, "Little girl, do you want to buy a pen or a notebook today?" Then I choose some beautiful pens and notebooks to pay. He smiled and took a candy out of his pocket like magic and said, "Take it to the little girl." I went there many times, and he always gave me a discount, so I shouted happily, "Lao Cao, Lao Cao, you are so kind!" " "
I have to say that Lao Cao's wonton tastes good, maybe he is too hungry. I shouted "Lao Cao" in the first two steps. When Lao Cao heard the sound, he stopped and looked up at me. "Little girl, why don't you come home so late?"
I sucked my frozen red nose and rubbed my hands awkwardly. "My mother and I have a little contradiction. Can I have two bites of wonton? " I'll go home after eating. "Lao Cao looked at me and sighed." All right, little girl, eat and go home. "He put down his chopsticks and held the door next to him, ready to stand up. I knew that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so I rushed to help him, but he waved and stood up slowly.
"Come on, little girl." He opened the back door of the stationery store, where he usually lives. He went to the kitchen, filled the pot with leftover wonton and handed it to me with trembling hands. I reached for it and followed him to the door. At the door, he pulled out a small bench and put it next to me and said, "Sit down and eat!" " So I wolfed it down.
"Little girl, what's your problem with your family?" He sat next to me and asked. I swallowed the two wonton I had just fed into my mouth with difficulty and answered him angrily, "I don't think I am my own. My mother doesn't love me at all." Lao Cao sighed again: "There are parents who don't love their children in the world, but some ways are wrong. See how you argue with them. When you get home, they will still cook for you as usual. Just thinking about this, I feel that parents really love their children anyway. " When I heard this, I was silent, and my eyes began to burn. I just ate one bowl of wonton after another.
After dinner, I'm going home. Lao Cao said to me, "Go back and tell your mother!" I nodded and waved to him again. "Thank you, Lao Cao!" Then turn around and leave. Later, when I got home, my mother did cook dinner for me as Lao Cao said. I whispered, "mom, I'm sorry!" " "Mom paused with a spatula:" It's good to know that it's wrong. Mom is wrong, too. Don't run out in the future. " I nodded, and my eyes were burning again.
Later, I seldom quarreled with my mother, and often went to Lao Cao's stationery store to buy stationery and gadgets. I also have an agreement with Lao Cao to go to his place for a bowl of wonton on Saturday. I have to say that Lao Cao's craftsmanship is really good. He chopped the stuffing himself, wrapped the wonton himself and cooked it himself. The wonton melted in the mouth and took a bite. The fragrant gravy overflowed, and the wonton soup was delicious and memorable. It is enough to go to his place to eat a bowl of hot wonton in winter morning. I was always a little embarrassed to eat too much, so I handed it to Lao Cao with five dollars. "Lao Cao, I always can't eat well, so this is the breakfast fee." Lao Cao quickly waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't worry, why are you so polite? Just come to my store to patronize my business." I'm still embarrassed. Every time after dinner, I quietly stuffed five dollars into his cash box, which made me feel much more at ease.
I thought this life would last year after year. Unexpectedly, a huge change made Lao Cao and I lose the chance to meet.
Last winter, an epidemic struck, and everyone was forced to stay at home. I also stayed at home and started my online classroom life. Gradually, I didn't go out for several months, and all the books and pens at home were used up. I thought of Lao Cao. After unsealing, I will go to Lao Cao to buy books and pens. In this way, read aloud, and finally wait until the day when I understand the letter.
Early in the morning, I couldn't wait to run to Lao Cao's stationery store. Lao Cao doesn't know how he has been these months, whether he has eaten well or slept well, and whether he has worn knee pads when it is cold in winter, otherwise he will be frozen and it will be much more difficult to walk. In front of the stationery store, I raised my hand and knocked at the door. "Knock, knock ..." Nobody answered the door, huh? Oh! He shouldn't have heard me in the back cabin, so I hurried around to the back door of the stationery store and knocked on the door. I knocked for a long time but didn't open it. Regardless of the image, I shouted directly: "Lao Cao! Lao Cao! I'm out of notebooks! Open the door! Lao Cao! Old ... "
The door next door screeched open. An aunt opened the door and asked, "Little girl, do you want to see Lao Cao?" I know this aunt. The one in the barbecue shop is Lao Cao's neighbor. I nodded at once and said, "Yes, yes, is Lao Cao out?" Aunt hesitated. "Lao Cao, a guest in the stationery store who didn't know where he came from got pneumonia. The guest didn't know it himself, and Lao Cao didn't pay attention and was infected." When his son came to see him, he fell to the ground at once. He was towed away by an ambulance. He hasn't been back for months. I guess he ran away. According to the landlord, his son didn't even see him for the last time because the disease is contagious ... "
I couldn't hear what the aunt behind me said, and great sadness surged up from my chest. I walked back blankly, and the whole world was blurred. In a trance, Lao Cao's kind smile and the smell of wonton ... fluttered in front of my eyes. I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. I heard the screams of pedestrians coming from my side ...?
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Class 2, Grade 2? Liu zaiyi
In my memory, there is a room full of woody plants under the shade of green elms and willows. The window was covered with flowers and shadows. The tulle curtain was blown to the door by the wind, with summer ripples. When the wind overflowed, woody plants surrounded me with the wind and took away the summer heat.
Approached, the sound of sawing wood became clearer, and the sawdust piled up high under the saw frame. The longitudinal two rows are arched by the wind. When you look up, the joy in my eyes grows stronger and stronger. I ran to you, breaking the sweetness of wild flowers and the rustling of dead leaves, facing the golden light of the morning and running to the warmth of your arms.
Your palm is a cocoon left by holding a saw for many years, and it is firmly and calmly wrapped around my little hand. I still remember a rainy night on the muddy ground, and you struggled to ride a tricycle. When I was sick, I sat on a small bench and looked at your tough body, covering up the pouring raindrops for me, but the raindrops flowed through the cracks in your wrinkles and got into your collar.
Grandpa, whenever I think of you, I will think of the candied haws you bought me when I sat on your shoulders in the sunset; You will think of the fresh fish you caught when you drained the fish pond in winter and put on your boots; I will think of you holding my hand and teaching me to write those horizontal and vertical strokes; You will think of the little hand that covers your heat with your body temperature in winter. ...
If the years only stay in the best moment, all regrets will become nothingness. You are finally drifting away, but fortunately, you are still my favorite old man and I am still your favorite child.
Time flies. Your tall body, which once stood in the setting sun, is getting rickety, and your white hair is shaking. The outline of your face has been polished by the wind of the years, and only the hope in your eyes makes me unforgettable for a long time.
Stubborn, you are still dragging your broken body, keeping company with woody plants every day, and kapok has accumulated room after room.
Until you were ill, the smell of Chinese medicine in the wooden house masked the smell of wood. You shook my hand again and told me that you ate bark and left the root of the disease in your early years because you were poor. My heart is like a needle, and the taste of Chinese medicine seems to flood into my heart. Bitterness flooded me like a huge wave. I pulled out a smile and dared not tell you that I had advanced gastric cancer. You are lying on your sickbed, thin and thin, and don't want to remember you. You hold my hand, smile kindly and be as serious as ever. My smile is getting out of control. When you said you wanted to see me get married in college, the smile broke in an instant. I just looked at your muddy eyes and let the tears soak my clothes.
You had chemotherapy, and even the white hair on your temples left you. You gradually realize that you are seriously ill. I went to see you on holiday, and you cried and told me that you were leaving and could not accompany me anymore.
You never shed tears easily, and even if chemotherapy hurts, you never moan for a moment. But you cried for a long time that day, and I hugged you before I left. You've lost a lot of weight, your clothes are empty, and you can still smell the familiar woody plants on your clothes. Even the direction in which my hair stands up all over my body expresses my reluctance to you. This is the last time I see you.
Late autumn night, you left, calling my nickname before you left. The phone call from my father at night made me stunned for a while, and then I burst into tears. I can't keep this old man I love deeply.
The old man who nagged me died. wood
The house is still the wooden house. Without the busy figure of the carpenter, the curtain gauze is reluctant to leave in the direction of the wind.
When the tide of tears gradually recedes, I recall the road you walked at sunset. You held my hand and taught me how to write. You risked your life for me on a rainy night and opened your arms to me in the distance. ...
It's another summer full of flowers, grandpa, I miss you.
? Class 2, Grade 2? Yan Tao Jing
Travelers put down the impetuousness in the noisy city, take the lights, pack their bags, and start a journey without a destination with the first light after sunrise. ...
He walked all the way, and the geese pointed out the direction for him, but the traveler only felt cold and surprised. He finally stopped after walking aimlessly and being exhausted. Sitting on a rare desert oasis, looking up at the vast starry sky and recalling the countless mountains and rivers I have walked through. But the traveler is still not satisfied. His five senses are squeezed into a quarter of his face. Like a world-weary critic, he seems extremely disappointed with the world and full of unhappiness. He looks like a state a few months ago.
At that time, he was in the classroom, and there was a teacher's inculcation on the three-foot platform, but the traffic and cheerful crying in the street were already better music, which deeply hooked his soul. He looked out of the window and felt the wonderful world. Just as his thoughts were flying, the teacher's chalk head brought him back to the classroom and brought him back to this depressed classroom. He blushed, as if he had expected, and silently walked to the back of the classroom. He knew that familiar lines would follow, and he was used to it, even reciting word for word, but it didn't help him. The last sentence, "Are you still tall?" This became the last straw to crush him. This sentence hit his heart like a knife again. As for other words, he doesn't care, but this sentence always works strangely. He wanted to try again, but to no avail. The college entrance examination arrived as scheduled, and the unbearable results followed. I remember that day, the sky finally turned into a wooden board instead of a hollow one, which made his world dull and lost its color. Later, he became silent. Suddenly, one day, it occurred to him that at dawn, he left with his bag on his back, leaving a confession letter, which was actually just a line of almost distorted words. Neighbors wondered if he was insane, but his mother laughed without a word. As soon as Monkey left, it was the desert south of the Yangtze River.
The traveler looked at the starry sky, and the chill mixed with sadness eroded him constantly, and waves of demon wind swept across his face like a sword, helpless! Travelers who have just found a little home have to give up the graceful starry sky and find a quiet and peaceful place to live.
Huahua ... He looked back impatiently. The pages of the book kept swinging under the background of the moon, like jumping spirits, stopping at that page no less. The page that intoxicates travelers. It is a whale, a beautiful creature like the one described in Free Travel. The traveler is addicted to it and can't extricate himself from this page, which seems to be the driving force for him to move forward. He shouted almost crazily, shouting ... when he woke up, it was already dawn. With the first light in the desert, he rushed to the north. He wants to find the stars, the sea and beautiful whales.
After a long journey and numerous storms, he finally came to the whale habitat. Came to the sea called "Northern Ghost". The golden full moon blends with the sea and looks so real. Even at this time, the moon is still redundant. Calm sea and the sky intertwined, intertwined, already can't tell which is the sea, which is the sky.
The traveler is still indifferent to such graceful beauty, as if these were just "side dishes" before the whale appeared, but the traveler waited here for a long time and the whale never appeared. Faced with this result, he was at a loss. He told himself again and again that he was coming, but the whale never appeared. The traveler was almost numb. After losing the last trace of patience, he dragged his conscious body and set foot on his way home. ...
Suddenly, an ancient bell rang from the ocean not far away. It sounds long, deep and pure ... like the torrent of history, it pours out in an instant and constantly impacts the soul of travelers. When he looked back, the calm sea turned into a golden wave. On top of the wave, a whale carved with mysterious seals and beautiful curves appeared in front of the travelers. It was more like the mysterious Kun. The whale waved its double fins in the air, which seemed to guide the travelers, who were deeply attracted by its beauty. With the whale falling into the sea, everything between heaven and earth seems to have changed dramatically. The full moon on the sea disappears instantly, and the gap between the sky and the sea becomes clearer. Dark clouds rolled in, the sky seemed to be punctured, and heavy rain came to the world with anger. The traveler is almost crazy, but this time it is not joy but despair, which is the despair of the broken spiritual pillar, because what the traveler sees is not the perfect performance of the whale but the encounter with the world. The traveler saw the whale's last performance in his life. There was nothing he could do but sit there and shout wildly. ...
The sky began to clear up, and the waves splashed around him, which caught his attention. The fish jumped happily on the sea, as if to comfort the travelers. The traveler is still very sad. He threw stones to disturb the fish, but the fish was not afraid at all. Travelers have to go to the seaside, and the fish are more active. He took the traveler to the bottom of the sea, where he saw the remains of whales, but it was full of life. The traveler finally suddenly realized that the whale was there.
He bid farewell to the remains of whales and the colorful clouds in the sunset in the north, and began his beautiful return journey if he was reborn. Along the way, geese sang, the starry sky flashed, the desert stirred and cheered, offering a beautiful red sun ... The traveler waved goodbye to Xia Guang, broke up with Yuanri and returned to that long-lost home.
The traveler changed his former decadence, because the whale had pointed out the direction for him. The whale's life is his model, and he also looks forward to a perfect whale landing. In the next half-life, travelers jumped out of the sea countless times, explaining the meaning of life to themselves, and completing gorgeous explanations again and again. ...
When the traveler's life came to an end, he buried himself in the northern suburbs and engraved his understanding of life on the tombstone:
It turns out that the long river of life will not dry up because of setbacks, but will flow endlessly because of your repeated jumps! ?
? Senior two (15) class? Zhou meiqi
Pack your bags and go wandering.
Looking at the ups and downs of wheat fields, time is wandering.
The windmill in the hands of white clouds blows your clothes.
Birds are surrounded by crystal clear dreams.
The butterfly hiding in the bushes laughed happily.
The rumble of harvest in the distance started the wings in my heart.
You ride the flowers.
Autumn wind blows gently and picks up stationery.
Footsteps in the journey contributed to the coronation of the wind.
The dancers waved their white hands and time passed like smoke.
Music notation, hidden in the book, sings the gift of youth.
The ticking of the bell in my ear urges me to venture forward.
You hold the innocence of the moon and go to tomorrow.
Light the candle and stop.
Listening to the surging waves, singing.
The complexity of the banquet began cicada's inquiry.
Brilliant silver flowers are blown out by the fire, and memories live up to the present.
The sleeping wooden horse in the sunset reflects the misty leaves.
The joyful sound of the festival feast shows the noise of childhood.
You look for the passage of light, and the years are quiet