My classmate Tang Xiaoli was nicknamed "Little One" by her classmates because she was thin and short.
When it comes to "little ones", I have endless things to say.
It was one afternoon in the last semester. After the bell rang, the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom. When he saw the math homework copied at noon on the blackboard, he asked: "Who is on duty today? Why did you forget to wipe the blackboard?" The classroom was quiet, and the students couldn't help but look at the students on duty.
At this moment, I saw the "little one" stood up from her seat, walked to the blackboard, picked up the eraser and began to erase silently. Because she was short, she would stand on tiptoes from time to time, high up. I have to jump up and wipe it. Seeing her like this, several naughty classmates laughed out loud, but the "little one" acted as if nothing was wrong. She lowered her head and blushed until she wiped the blackboard clean. , returned to his seat. Then, the teacher said: "From now on, the students on duty must be responsible and do not affect the whole class because of their own negligence!" When the teacher said this, the "little one"'s face turned even brighter. red. At this time, one of the classmates said: "Today is not Tang Xiaoli's duty!" Then two female classmates stood up embarrassedly and said: "Today is our duty." Seeing this scene, the teacher understood everything and asked "Little One" cast an approving glance.
There are many more things like this. I remember one day during morning reading, classmate Xiaoyan suddenly vomited. She was gasping for air, her face turned red from holding it in, filth was all over the floor, and the unpleasant smell in the classroom was disgusting. Some students covered their noses with their hands, and some picked up books and fanned them. At this time, they saw the "little one" quietly stood up from his seat and walked to Xiaoyan's side. , took out his white handkerchief, patted Xiaoyan's back gently, wiped the dirt from her mouth, and said softly: "I'll help you go to the bathroom."
You see, my deskmate "Little One" is such a person. In her heart, she only has the collective and only others. She has a heart of gold.
I am proud and proud to have such a deskmate.
The person I admire most is my grandfather. I admire everything he says and does. Grandpa is over 70 years old this year, but he is still in good health. He is not tall, has a thin body, has many wrinkles on his face, and his hands are covered with calluses. I heard from my father that he worked hard all his life and lived frugally. He used his meager income to support several of their sisters to study in the hope that they would become talented.
Grandpa likes me very much. Last summer, my father went to Huazhong University of Science and Technology for a meeting, and he also took me to the countryside to visit my grandfather. When grandpa saw me, he said in surprise: "Oh, my granddaughter has grown taller again." Grandpa didn't say much, and then he was busy in the kitchen, cooking a few dishes of hometown vegetables. The ones I grew tasted particularly sweet. When I was almost done eating, I put down the bowl and chopsticks. Grandpa said: "You must eat cleanly when you eat. There should be no leftover rice in the bowl. It is not easy for farmers to grow food." After listening to my grandfather's words, After eating the meal cleanly, grandpa smiled happily beside him.
Grandpa’s hands are very skillful. I heard from my father that he was a skilled craftsman in a shipyard. Although he did not read many books, he relied on his diligence and hard work to become a shipbuilding expert in the shipyard. He was rated as an expert in shipbuilding every year. Model worker. At my grandfather’s house, my father told me that many of the furniture at home, such as tables, stools, and wardrobes, were made by my grandfather himself. The hard-working grandpa never spends a penny, and he saves the money his father gives him without spending it.
I like my grandpa, he has many good qualities worth learning from me
Grandma is very old, and her love is also very old, so old that I "gnaw at it" "No movement. I said behind my back that my grandma was "tasteless". My mother found out and held my ears and asked me to go to my grandma to apologize. My grandma laughed like a big dried date: "Grandma is old, so old that only her bones are left. Bangbang (my nickname) loves to chew the chicken bones of "country people". Bangbang never forgets his roots. Grandma's hard work over the past few years has paid off. "Hey, grandma is so cool, "hillbilly" has become "countryside". "People", my mother couldn't help but laugh.
I was raised by my grandmother, so she always loved to embarrass me in front of my classmates. When I was bragging most enthusiastically (I wondered if my grandma was really hard of hearing), grandma squirmed with her toothless mouth and talked about the stupid things I did when I was naked. After nagging me, she urged: "Hurry up and do your homework. If you’re so cool, how can you get into college in the future?” I thought about it and felt uneasy, so I even moved a small stool to watch over us. My friends often put down their pens at this time and make faces at me. Wow, grandma, have you made a mistake? My mother has not become a phoenix, and you want to see your "grandson" become a dragon again? I scratched my head and scratched my head. In order to get rid of the embarrassment, I shook my head and sang: "Hey Yi'er... brag when it's time to brag..." My grandma's face turned green when she sang.
Grandma sometimes wants to bridge the generation gap with me. I wanted to go out to play that day, but my grandma wouldn't let me go. I ran out but forgot to bring my key, so I asked grandma to open the door. Grandma said, "You have had enough fun, but I haven't had enough yet. Just wait a while, grandma has learned the lesson." , I’ll play with you again.” I looked in through the crack in the door and saw my grandma playing my checkers.
My grandma used to pick me up and drop me off when I went to school. As I grew up, I no longer wanted my grandma to pick me up. My grandma seemed very disappointed and would still look at the intersection after school.
That day, my grandma saw a boy who looked like me sitting on a stranger's bicycle at the intersection, and she shouted: "Bangbang...bangbang...don't ride in a stranger's car." "While shouting and staggering after him, he actually stopped the cyclist, and the man cursed his grandmother angrily. I ran over quickly, grabbed my grandma and left. Grandma shakily put a pack of "hillbillies" and a piece of chocolate into my hands: "Don't sit in a stranger's car. The bad guy turned around and grandma is nowhere to be found." Oh, what kind of words are these.
She is tall and not eye-catching, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan.
On the second day of school this semester, the teacher asked me to be her deskmate. I didn't care at first. How could a yellow-haired girl compare to the manly man I am?
The next day, when school was over in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book while playing on the playground. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because one-third of a semester is Chinese classes. Now I have lost my Chinese books, what should I do?
In morning reading class, I stood in front of the class, staring blankly at the blackboard. At this time, my deskmate seemed to have discovered something. He extended his hand of friendship and asked with concern: "What's wrong?" Tell me? What a shame for a man! Don't tell me? Feeling depressed again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report on her thoughts. "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" "Nothing?" The other party looked surprised. Then she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again, wondering what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a while and then handed the book to me: "Here is the book for you. Please don't do anything frivolous in the future." What, give it to me? I couldn't believe my ears. The yellow-haired girl I always looked down on could actually say this. "What...what, give it to me, what...what should you do?" It took me a long time to squeeze out a few words. "It doesn't matter, I have a way." "What should we do today?" "Then let's read together." So the two of us started reading in the morning seriously.
After the last class, I quietly stuffed the book into her schoolbag. However, after I got home, I opened my schoolbag and found the Chinese language books lying neatly in my schoolbag. My eyes were moist.
Morning reading the next day, she was reading an old book. After class, I opened the old book and saw that the cover had been torn, the upper corners of the pages were turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged new books with her, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying something on the table. Strange, you didn’t have any homework in the morning? She did nothing but the devil. I walked over and saw that she was copying the two texts with missing pages. She read a sentence in the book and copied it on a white paper the size of a book page. What came to my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and what appeared in front of me were lines of neat and elegant words. When she was tired, she shook her arms, and then started copying again attentively. I felt a little sorry and decided to take it for photocopying, but she politely declined. After copying it, she took out the paste and stuck it on the paper, and then sewed it up stitch by stitch.
"Ding Lingling..." After class, she picked up the old book and listened to the class carefully. For a moment, my throat was blocked by the strong emotions aroused in my heart. I was moved by the love of my classmates and burst into tears of happiness and pride.