There is always a lamp sitting in the examination room, but my heart is dark.
"There is always a lamp in my heart"-however, there is only a blank in my heart at the moment.
This is an important turning point in life. Twelve years of cold window, whether it is successful or not, depends on this exam, the expectant eyes of my family, the ardent hopes of my teachers ... just like rolling Qiantang, my heart overflows. I fell into endless anxiety, fear and helplessness ... even thinking of those shameful Chinese achievements on the report card, my eyes were inexplicably wet! My face is burning, my heart is in a panic and my forehead is dripping with sweat. I feel helpless and lonely as never before.
"Just do your best, there are not always flowers and happiness in life." A voice rings in my ear, which is what my father often says on weekdays. Just try your best, no matter how ugly, there is a bright light in your heart.
Memories are vivid.
I vaguely remember the scene when I first entered kindergarten. I was four years old that year. Thanks to my father, I started my study career ahead of schedule. After all, I am a little younger than other children, and the results of studying directly in the middle class for various reasons can be imagined. I can't count, I can't pinyin, I can't tell stories … I'm an outsider sitting in the class. During that time, I didn't want to go to school. Kindergarten is not a paradise for me, but a hell! "Just try your best ..." Dad held me in his arms. "Believe in yourself. As long as you work hard, you will not be worse than other children! " On the day when I couldn't see the dawn, my father's words lit a lamp in my childish heart and gave me a bright sky.
"After all, the child is still young and can't keep up with his studies." In the office, the teacher doesn't care about my feelings at all, and communicates with my father about my study. Although I was a young student, I was more or less self-respecting. Although the teacher said it euphemistically, every word cut my tender heart. Tears fell unconsciously, and my heart ached. "Just try your best, Dad believes you!" On the way home, my father held my hand and gently wiped the tears from my face with his right hand. At that moment, my heart lit up.
When I was in the third grade, I was full of confidence, but I suffered from Waterloo, especially in mathematics, and I always dominated and only passed the exam. "Dad, I failed the exam!" When I got the test paper, I timidly told my father. Dad said nothing and walked on. At the moment, I'd rather let him scold a few words, but he didn't say a word, which made me feel bad. I followed him with my head down and didn't dare to look into my father's eyes at all, because I was afraid to see his disappointed eyes. "It's okay, just try your best!" When my heart is overcast, I still say this, like a bright lamp, which makes my world clear and Wan Li.
A word, like a bright lamp, has been illuminating my way forward. In the future, no matter what kind of thorns I encounter, I will forge ahead, because there is always a lamp in my heart!
There is always a lamp. Oil lamps are swaying in the dark, and simple wooden tables and chairs are covered with a yellow and red hat and a green sewing box lying quietly on the table. Perhaps in my heart, this sewing box is more dazzling than that small lamp and will always be a lamp in my heart.
The sewing box belongs to grandma. In grandma's village, I learned countless things in the sewing box.
When I was a child, I was naughty. I either scratched my clothes while playing or cut my pants by branches. I asked my grandmother for help. Grandma moved a rocking chair, sat in the yard full of leisure, squinted under the old and tall locust tree and took out a needle and thread. These things seem to be particularly obedient in grandma's hands, aiming at the pinhole, and then drilling in, like a duck to water, no longer playing with the sword, to be a quiet daughter's home.
I lay on grandma's lap, looking at the silk thread in her hand through the green leaves awakened by the sun. It is illuminated and looks clear and charming. "What's in the sun is the best!" I narrowed my eyes and sighed softly. "Yes, happy little darling is the best!" Grandma lit my nose and smiled.
When I was a child, I could only taste love, but I didn't know its meaning. In a sunny country, it is most beautiful to maintain the most peaceful and happy mentality. Happiness lies in contentment!
I am grown up and sensible, and I am no longer as naughty as I was a child. My grandmother has less work and often makes gadgets for me. Once, my grandmother made me a small wallet with ten coins in it. We went to the market. Grandma's footsteps stopped when I was fascinated by all kinds of tempting food.
A mother and daughter, dressed in rags, knelt in the street begging. Grandma bent down and gently put a 20 yuan bill into the woman's hand. The woman looked at her gratefully with tears in her eyes. Grandma nodded and took me. She just wanted to go and stopped.
Grandma bent down and attached it to my ear and said, "Little darling, let's give our little wallet to our sister!" " "I was puzzled for a while, and then I looked at the little girl. Her pure and beautiful eyes left me no room to refuse. I put down my wallet, shyly hid behind my grandmother and pulled her forward.
Grandma smiled. She said to me, "Little darling, don't think that we have suffered. Failure is a kind of happiness. Besides, kindness can't live up to. You did it and made grandma very proud! " I nodded in confusion, bearing in mind.
The sewing box is the source of love between my grandmother and me, weaving beautiful dreams and truth for me, just like a lamp on my road, illuminating my future. Happiness lies in contentment, happiness lies in loss, kindness lives up to my expectations and lights up my life.
The oil is exhausted, but the whole tile house is very bright. It's the sewing box that shines, and it's grandma that shines.
There is always a lamp in my heart. That lamp is a sewing box, and that lamp is grandma!