Silent night, the bright moon is in the sky, the bright moonlight shines through the window of the study, and everything is silent, only the sound of "click, click, click" accompanies my dream. Where did this sound come from? Oh, it comes from my light yellow desk. I took a closer look, and a lovely little alarm clock was lying on my desk, making a crisp and even sound of "click, click, click". This is a small alarm clock in my study.
My little alarm clock accompanies me day and night. It is surrounded by a "scarf" with a green border, black luminous hands and blue beating numbers, shining with dark green light. On the disk of Hands and Numbers, there is also a cartoon character Donald Duck fishing leisurely by the river. As a result, he was bitten by a big fish, which makes people feel that Donald Duck is naughty and lovely.
The small alarm clock looks ordinary, only decorated with some cartoon patterns, but it is far more than that. There is an oval white button above the round body of the small alarm clock. As long as you touch it gently, it can play the role of lighting at night, and you can walk in the dark with it. The biggest function of this small alarm clock is to tell the time and remind me. When the pointer reaches the hour, it will remind you of beautiful music and make you get up easily and happily. In my life, there are many stories about me and the small alarm clock.
Once, I was going to school at 7: 00 in the morning, but I was so sleepy that no matter how my mother called me, I just couldn't get up, but beautiful and familiar music sounded on the alarm clock, which made me wake up at once, so I got up and went to school quickly to avoid being late. I am very grateful for it, because it allows me to go to school no matter rain or shine, and I can get the certificate of "full-time student" every semester. This also deepened our feelings.
In recent years, the small alarm clock is like a loyal guard, serving me conscientiously and accompanying my growth. We are like a pair of close brothers, holding hands. Ah, my beloved Jason Chung, I hope our friendship will last forever!
Today is a sunny day.
In the morning, I open the window and breathe the fresh and natural air in the morning. After getting dressed, I picked up the tools I had already prepared and walked out of the house.
After a long walk, I finally came to the charming lake. The breeze blows on the lake, causing ripples; The willow beside me is also swinging its long branches, as if welcoming my distant guests. The lake is clear, accompanied by flowers in the distance, and my heart is intoxicated.
Putting down my tools, I began to observe the surrounding environment: the lakeshore is a low embankment. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, which can accommodate two or three people. After choosing the location, I took out the fishing net from my backpack.
After dropping some food, the fish finally gathered. But I'm in no hurry to catch them. Sunlight shines on the water, and the reflected light is bright and dazzling. Through the water on the lake, I can clearly see the fish playing in the water. Sometimes they chase each other, sometimes they get together; Sometimes they spread out, sometimes they jump out of the water. ..................................................................................................................................................................., I stood on the shore for a long time. The reflection of the fish is reflected at the bottom of the lake. After a while, I got up and moved. They swam around as if frightened and stirred the lake.
After observing for a while, I threw the net into the water, but it didn't work the first time. Fish is as agile as an arrow. So I made a second attempt. This time, I watched intently and seized the opportunity. But before I could act, the clever fish slipped away from me again.
Disappointed, I am ready to make one last attempt. I threw some food into the lake again. After three or two fish swam carefully, I held my breath and slowly put the net on the lake. Suddenly, I threw the fishing net into the water and fished it up with lightning speed.
I made it!
I put the fish in the small wooden bucket I brought and watched them play in the bucket, not to mention how happy I was.
After catching the small fish, it was getting late. I packed my tools and got up to go home. On the way back, I didn't realize that sweat had soaked my skirt. Although I am very tired, I feel very fulfilled. Even the sun is smiling at me.
Happy day!
. The art around you
In our life, there will be some small things, but they contain a meaningful truth.
I remember this summer vacation, my parents took my brother and me skating in the park.
We put on our shoes, and I walked slowly step by step, holding the railing, only to see my brother skate very fast, just like flying. I am not convinced, thinking: my brother can hold the railing and slide very fast, so can I! With that, I pushed open the railing and walked slowly by myself. I just took a step and stood up with a snort. I screamed in pain. My brother gave me a squint, as if laughing at me. I got up and slipped, but I kept falling. I was so tired that I said loudly that I wouldn't study. I left angrily, but my mother said to me, don't be discouraged, you must cheer up. After listening to my mother's words, I started skating again. After several falls, I finally know how to skate. I cheered loudly.
After this, I understand a truth: no matter what you do, don't be discouraged, you must be strong!
I have many firsts, such as playing the violin for the first time, playing computer for the first time and hiking for the first time, but I don't remember all these firsts. My mother made them up to deceive me. However, only one of these firsts will be engraved in my heart forever like a scar. It was his first time rowing ice.
This is the first time my sister invited me out to the playground, and I gladly went to the appointment. Oh, my God! There are so many people here, some play table tennis, some play bumper cars, and some even have boxing matches, which dazzles me. However, what really caught my eye was the humble skating rink.
I walked into the skating rink and watched a group of experts skating. Some of them fly like birds against the wind, while others fly like seagulls. Look at me. I can't wait to get into shape. After putting on my shoes, I ran quickly and found that it looked fun, but it didn't work at all. I hit the wall next time. Shit! I have a big bag on my head! ! I couldn't restrain my painful expression and burst into tears. Now it is so terrible that it attracts the attention of a large group of people. I feel so ashamed at this time that I can't wait to find a hole to hide. When people dispersed, I took a long breath.
I made up my mind never to do it again. But look, my determination wavered again. This time, I walked carefully step by step. I don't know how many times I fell, but I didn't bite. I summed up the experience by myself. Finally, at dusk, I can play on the swing.
This is a meaningful first time for me, and it really made me suffer a lot.
One day in the summer vacation, my father said that he would take me to the skating rink to learn skating. I was so happy that I couldn't wait for my father to take me.
Come to the skating rink, there are so many people in the skating rink! Some people sit in chairs and rest, while others wear roller skates. What I admire most are those big brothers and sisters who fly freely in the sky like happy birds.
Dad paid for a pair of size 36 skates. I quickly put on my shoes, and my father helped me to the entrance of the skating pool. I moved my skates carefully first, but I really didn't listen. I fell down before I could stand firm. I hurt my ass, which really scared me! Dad hurried over to encourage me and said, "Never mind, wrestling is a common practice when learning to skate." . Everything is difficult at the beginning! "After listening to my father, I really benefited a lot. I began to observe carefully the big brothers and sisters who could skate. They bowed forward, their feet placed in a figure of eight, and their feet slipped and slipped again. After watching it, I learned their movements and slipped boldly. I fell down. Two falls. Three falls. Hours passed in the blink of an eye. I was like an ugly duckling, and the whole person fell down. Although I fell a lot, I finally mastered the skills of skating.
Hard work pays off, and I finally learned to skate.
Grandma and I have been living together.
My grandmother is a middle school teacher. She has bright eyes under her black eyebrows. She is not tall and her chubby body is always so busy. Grandma is very serious and responsible for her work, and I admire her very much.
Grandma is over 500 years old and still cares about her students. Students come to her for help, big or small. I remember one night last winter, the cold wind kept blowing. Grandma and I had just fallen asleep when we heard someone knocking at the door. When the door opened, it turned out to be a student. The student said, "teacher, one of our students who lives on campus is ill." Our teacher is not here. Would you please take a look? " Grandma put on her clothes and left without saying anything. It was not until 4 o'clock in the morning that grandma dragged her tired body back. Looking at her purple face with cold, I touched her cold hand and asked, "Grandma, are you cold?" Grandma smiled and said, "What does it matter to be cold if you do something for the students?" Grandma's words remain deeply in my memory.
Grandma cares about her students in every way, but she has no time to take care of her health. Every night, grandma prepares lessons until late at night. Sometimes when I wake up and see it, I feel distressed and say to my grandmother, "Grandma, it's time for you to go to bed." Grandma said, "Go to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow. If I don't prepare lessons carefully, how can I give lectures to students tomorrow? " I don't want to interrupt grandma's thoughts any more, so I nodded helplessly. Looking at her more and more white hair, my eyes are moist. I fell asleep unconsciously. In my dream, I saw my grandmother. Holding flowers in her hand, she faced a group of children with a happy smile on her face ... In a blink of an eye, I also became a people's teacher, and I was walking in her footsteps.
I have a good father.
Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.
My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.
Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".
Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. I ran in the street all day in winter, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers were wet with heat. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time. Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I go home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.
Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too. Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet. Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old?
My self-portrait
Look! Who is the young man with glasses in the mirror? That's me; Who's that silly boy running around on the playground after class? That's me; Who is the shy little boy who listens carefully in class? That is me. I went to the mirror and looked at him in the mirror. I laugh and he laughs; I cry and he cries. I waved to him and he said to me, "Hello, my name is Guo Xin. My parents want our motherland to be prosperous and I want to grow up healthily, so they gave me a warm name' Xin', but if you call me' Xin Xin', I will be happier. " I also said to the person in the mirror, "Hello, I am thirteen years old. I am not tall, with short hair and light eyebrows. I am a shy little boy. " Alas! Actually, I'm not shy sometimes. If I am in a good mood, I will like to play with my classmates after class. If I am in a bad mood, no one dares to mess with me. My greatest feature is that I am too modest. When I was a child, my mother asked me how I did in the exam. I opened my mouth and said, "It's burnt. It's terrible. " When I took the violin band 4 exam, I also said that I probably couldn't pass it. I'm not sure if I can enter the key class of middle school ... Although modesty is a good thing, it's too modest for me. I have tried to correct my "characteristics" many times, but it seems that I have formed a habit and often blurt it out. I like work very much, too. I'm in a hurry to do all the work at home. I think work is also a kind of happiness. I had a lot of nerve when I was a child. I dare to go where others dare not go and do what others dare not do. But after watching many ghost movies last summer vacation, my courage gradually weakened and I dared not stay at home alone. I remember once, a fly scared me to cry at home. I don't like making too many friends. Unlike others, I make friends with cats and dogs. I have high requirements for making friends! Study hard, have good morality, good hygiene and good looks. Therefore, my friends are all elites of their peers. I cherish my time with them and never have conflicts with them. They also attach great importance to my partner. My hobbies are playing the violin and swimming. I think only in the water can people fully stretch and show their graceful posture. Music, like learning, is an unfathomable field. It represents the nobility, elegance and sacredness in my mind. I like music, so I made up my mind to learn the violin, which is an indispensable instrument for the orchestra. I left the mirror and he was gone. This is me, a shy middle school student, who loves music.