It was the ninth Women's Day I experienced.
After consulting with several companions, I decided to send a flower to my mother. So we secretly took the pocket money we had saved for several months and ran to the flower shop together.
When I arrived at the flower shop, I pushed open the door and hundreds of flowers jumped out together. Which is better? We have been choosing from left to right for more than 20 minutes, but there is still no result. At this time, the boss came out and asked, "Little friend, did you send flowers to your mother?" "Yes, yes, yes," I replied quickly, "but which one is better with so many flowers?" The boss smiled and said, "Since it's for mom, it's carnations, of course. This flower is most suitable for mother. " We are also very happy to hear that. The name of this flower is nice and appropriate. Just when we decided to buy this flower, the boss said regretfully, "fewer and fewer people bought this flower in recent years, so we didn't buy it at all this year." "Then what should I do!" The excitement we had just ignited when we heard the news was extinguished by a pot of cold water. Tears swirled in our eyes. When the boss saw that we were about to cry, he comforted and said apologetically, "Because you have this filial piety to your mother, I'll ask the flower shop next door for you." Say and he walked out of the door. We waited patiently there.
A few minutes later, he came in with some flowers in his hand and said to us, "What a coincidence, the flower shop next door just bought some flowers today." "Thank you, uncle. This is money. " We happily handed over the money. "No money, no money. There are not many filial children like you this year. Even if I give you this flower, give my regards to your mother. " Uncle looks very happy. "Thank you, uncle, you are really a kind person." After thanking my uncle, we walked out of the flower shop, and our inner joy finally showed on our faces.
We walked on the road, surrounded by admiring eyes and words. "There are not many people who are so filial now." "These children are really filial. I wish I had such a filial child. " "Why didn't I think of sending flowers to my mother?" "I want to send one to my mother, too." "Let's buy one, too." ……
I hold flowers in my hand, smell the faint fragrance of carnations, enjoy the warm sunshine bath, and the warm spring breeze blows on my face, which makes my heart warm.
As the sun sets, I leisurely look at the blue sky and the little red clouds outside the window, as if Mother Tian was reasoning with the children of Yun, and the children of Yun turned red after listening to Mother Tian's instruction. This reminds me of the thing I regretted six months ago.
It was noon on a winter vacation, and I was cutting paper on the bed. I was happy to cut it, but I accidentally cut the sheet, which had a hole the size of a finger's belly. I looked at the hole, dumbfounded and uneasy. I thought to myself: If I tell my parents that this delicious "bamboo shoot barbecue" will definitely be eaten, otherwise ... my eyes are spinning, and I try my best to avoid being beaten. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I patted my forehead. I do.
I put away the things on the sheets, then folded them and hid them under the bed. I took out a sheet with a very similar color and pattern from the kitchen and laid it flat on the bed like my mother. I looked at the "good thing" I did and regretted it very much. Who made me so naughty that I even had to climb into bed with paper cuts?
"Come here." I only heard shouts from the back room. I ran to have a look. Oh, no, my mother found sheets under the bed when she was cleaning the floor. Mom asked me seriously what was going on. I have no choice but to tell her what happened in detail. My mother didn't scold me or hit me. She just told me, "Life can't blossom brilliantly in lies." Let me be an honest boy.
In the evening, mom and dad came home from work, as usual. When they opened the door, the first thing they asked me was, "How are you today?" I faltered. When my mother saw that I didn't answer, she said seriously, "You're in trouble!" " "Why?" I don't admit it. As she listened, her face turned from cloudy to sunny. I was secretly glad that my plot could succeed, when my father asked, "Have you finished your homework?" "After that, we have to cut ..." "What else?" Dad asked. "Nothing, I also wrote a diary." Oh, that was close! I almost let it slip.
Although it has been half a year, I still remember it vividly. My mother's words are still ringing in my ears, educating me not to lie and urging me to make continuous progress, because honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom.
My six-year primary school career is coming to an end, and I often recall the past. Whenever I flash that thing in the long river of memory, I always sigh: I really shouldn't.
I remember it was when I was in the fourth grade. On a hot afternoon, Miss Li asked me to go out with Chen Fang. I think Chen Fang and I did something wrong. With a feeling of anxiety, we walked out with slow steps. I came to see my teacher, and she said, "Would you two like to be standard bearers?" Before I could react, Chen Fang agreed. "What about you, would you like to?" I thought to myself: I dare not go to the podium and face more than 800 students in the whole school! I said apologetically, "Teacher, I know you really want me to be a flag bearer. However, I dare not face more than 800 and more than 30 excellent teachers in the whole school. Sorry, teacher, please choose another suitable person! " I bowed my head. The teacher said, it doesn't matter, you don't dare to be a flag bearer, I can choose someone else! You don't have to feel so guilty. So, the teacher asked Chen Fang and I to go back and call Zhao Jia out, and she also agreed to the teacher's request.
Every time I see them protecting the national flag on the podium, I know what a glorious thing it is. I always think: I really shouldn't let Zhao Jia take away such a good exercise opportunity. In fact, Zhao Jia shouldn't be blamed, because I don't cherish the exercise opportunities given to me by my teacher.
It has been more than two years now, but it has become clear and unforgettable with the passage of time, and it is a trace that can never be erased.
Although I have been in the second day of junior high school this year, one thing that happened in kindergarten still lingers in my mind, and sometimes it can be clearly displayed in my mind.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I was also a small official-the group leader. As the ancients said, the weather is unpredictable. God deliberately played a few games with me, but on my favorite physical education class, it gave me a stomachache and made me an eternal sinner who could not be washed away by jumping into the Yellow River. Looking at my classmates playing on the playground that day, I felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle. It's really unpleasant After a difficult period of time, the unjust case happened. A classmate said that his pen was lost. Suddenly, a pair of sharp eyes swept at me, as if I were a thief, and my face could not help being painted with red paint. That classmate sprang up to me, opened my schoolbag and a pen fell out. "Look! People are afraid of getting dirty, what else can you say? " Students have become a group, conflicting views, you say a word, I say a word, "what group leader!" " It turned out to be a thief, which also wasted everyone's trust in you. "I quickly argued," this pen was bought for me by my father. I told you yesterday! " "But everyone can't listen to me! It happened that the teacher added fuel to the fire. The teacher lost her usual kindness, angrily accused me, and stubbornly called me a dead duck. Suddenly, countless grievances were on my mind and tears swirled in my eyes. ...
The next day, my classmates told me that I had found the pen, but I was not happy at all.
paternal love
Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.
My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.
Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...
Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.
responsible
From the moment our mother was born, responsibility was doomed to be inseparable from us.
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Since March this year, I have become a 15-year-old girl, and I am old enough to judge right or wrong by myself. I really hope that I will never grow up, but time always slips through my fingers, jumps over my pen and flies over my dreams like running water. People always have to grow up. With the passage of time, I grew up with endless troubles and sorrows besides joy. I really miss the carefree days when I was a child and I couldn't stand anything.
But now, I am a junior high school student who is about to graduate, and this state makes me afraid to relax all the time. It's the second semester of grade three, and junior high school life is coming to an end, but what have I learned? Looking back on yourself these years, what are you living for? I'm at a loss, I'm at a loss, I can't think I've passed 15 and 15, so what's the value of my existence?
It's been like this all my life 15 years old. How can we make it a year without regrets? What can I do to be worthy of myself and responsible for my life?
15 years old, the world becomes more complicated and there are more temptations. What should I do when beautiful temptations have bewitched people in this city again and again? When facing the crossroads of life, who can tell me which road is really suitable for me? /kloc-at the age of 0/5, you should learn to bid farewell to the roadside temptation that affects the future. After all, it's just a beautiful meteor passing by on the journey, just a passer-by in life. Going to Qiu Lai in spring, day after day, year after year, I have learned to say "no" to my parents who read our diaries privately; Say "no!" to a friend who knows it but is stubborn. To that excellent and considerate boy, he said, "If the true feelings are long-lasting, it will be sooner or later." 15 years old, we have our own thoughts and opinions, and we are no longer dolls at the mercy of our parents; Not a person who sells principles for the so-called "buddy loyalty"; Give up the whole world without being persuaded by a word or two, all the girls with ideals and impulses. After going through hardships again and again, we learned to grow up alone; After falling down again and again, I have learned to stand up strongly. Learn a lesson and start over. After encountering setbacks again and again, I have learned to tell myself that avoiding problems is the biggest problem, and escaping is worthless, because after escaping, problems still exist.
Now, I have gradually matured, carefully looking for the positioning of life. Of course, in this long journey, I may be full of holes and bleeding, but my heart is calm, and my life experience has gradually taught me to heal and stop bleeding.
We need to be responsible for ourselves and our lives! To be able to pay the price for our actions, after all, we are maturing step by step!
The test of responsibility
Every year, every month and every day, thousands of things happen to people. In the busy life, people are in a hurry and exhausted. Although it is so hard, I have been insisting. Because there is a heavy chain around us mercilessly-responsibility.
At school, we study hard, which is our responsibility. At home, we help our parents do housework, which is our responsibility. It is the responsibility to go out and do something for the society. In the world, grass has a responsibility, flowers have a responsibility, and trees have a responsibility. No matter what life is, you have your own unshirkable responsibilities.
Be responsible for yourself and others. There are thousands of traffic accidents in this country every year, and there are various reasons. It can be said that this is not irresponsible. If car drivers are responsible for themselves and others and act according to the rules, will so many people die in vain?
Responsibility is a commitment as heavy as Mount Tai. It promotes generations of people to devote themselves diligently in their respective posts. Under the attack of SARS this year, 6 million medical staff bravely rushed to the front line. They are brave. They are fearless. In the fight against SARS, no one is afraid and no one flinches. No matter how terrible SARS is, the strong sense of responsibility of medical staff can't be swallowed. When the patient came, everyone took care of him day and night. Some medical staff fell, and someone came to supplement them immediately. In this battle, which is more dangerous than bullets without smoke, they have lived up to the high hopes placed on them by the country and people. Finally, SARS was achieved, which was exchanged with the dedication and strong sense of responsibility of medical staff day and night. If they don't have a strong sense of responsibility, they don't know how long this storm will last and how many innocent lives will be taken.
The ancient Greeks said that people walked with heavy burdens on their backs. There are family, career, friendship, children in the baggage ... after suffering, I can't throw away any of them. Because it says two words: responsibility. In life, there are tests of responsibility everywhere. Inadvertently picking up a piece of waste paper is the responsibility to protect the environment; Helping the frail old people and children is the responsibility of respecting the old and loving the young; Solving difficulties for others is the responsibility of helping others. Responsibility is the foundation of society. Without it, tall buildings can easily shake in the breeze. Responsible for yourself, the responsibility is strict instructor; Paying responsibility to others, responsibility is the guarantee of life and property safety; Being responsible for the country is a condition for social progress. Abandoned it, I felt the temporary ease of standing, but lost the glory of my life. Responsibility is a mission that cannot be abandoned. It is shouldered by people. Let each of us have a sense of responsibility to overcome the sudden tests again and again!
After class, Teacher Li of Class 5 (1) appeared at the door with a tape recorder. She put the tape recorder on the podium and said, "In this kind of reading class, students can arrange their own learning tasks, and they can finish exercises or read books in the corner." She paused, pointed to the tape recorder and continued, "The teacher is not in this class. This tape recorder can record any sound you make." Say that finish, miss Li pressed the recording button and left.
When teacher Li left, the whole class was silent. "Naughty King" Wang Ming walked softly to the podium, ready to turn off the recording key. But just then, a bumblebee flew in. Wang Ming was so startled that he didn't even have time to turn off the recording button and ran back to his seat. The once quite quiet classroom has now become a pot of porridge. Screams, laughter and noise were mixed together, and class cadres rushed to the podium to maintain discipline, but the stinging power of bumblebees was far greater than majesty. Helpless, the class cadres grabbed the broom and "stood up" to drive the wasp out of the classroom.
Although the bumblebee was driven away, the classroom was still a mess. I saw Wang Ming discussing some ideas with some of his friends. Woman Han-is having an argument with a group of boys; Jiao Jiao female'-Tian Tian was bullied by a male classmate and was crying loudly; The class cadres didn't care, and they were busy with their own affairs ... Only that tape recorder was still recording our "criminal" evidence in obscurity. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "The teacher is coming!"
The students seemed to get some instructions, and suddenly the classroom was quiet again. Some do exercises; Some read books; Others are passing small notes.
Miss Li came into the classroom, gave us a look, and then pressed the recording button. We heard a loud noise. The students are dumbfounded, ah! I forgot to turn off the recording!
You can imagine what will happen next ... this is when the teacher is away.
Kounianhua
The years of innocence passed easily. -inscription
The past time passed very leisurely. We can do anything we want after school, which has planted seeds for our character and interest in life.
In spring, I want to fly a kite. I will go to the grassy square alone on a bright afternoon. Because all my friends are burying their own seeds. They are never obsessed with these things, kites, blue sky, white clouds, grass and warm air. I'm fascinated by it. I don't think anyone wants to fly kites with me, step on the soft grass and breathe quietly.
Then I wrote an article that combined those feelings and thoughts for the first time, but I didn't expect it to be affirmed by the Chinese teacher. He read my article in class. I was happy, and then I was sad. Because no one cares about my feelings except the Chinese teacher.
One of my impromptu poems was affirmed by him. He was surprised that it was my poem and lent me a thick modern poem … and so on. And the poem I took out today was changed beyond recognition by the teacher. So I won't take it out. I wonder if he will be so excited after reading my present article.
Unfortunately, I'll never get another chance.
The only picnic in primary school was also in spring, and that day was unforgettable. We cook lunch in the most primitive way. To this day, I still consider myself the person who made the greatest contribution that day. All the dishes I am responsible for frying are delicious. Actually, it wasn't necessarily delicious, but everyone was hungry later. Everyone else washed vegetables and collected firewood, and I was the only one who was smoked to death. Other groups ate noodles, and some didn't eat at all. My good friend's group is hungry. And our group is the only group that eats Chinese food. I held the bowl and watched them eat. I really want to stand up and announce my great achievements loudly and wait for their cheers. Of course, I didn't do that. Later, I lost a chopstick while washing dishes. But the location of the picnic is great. So most of the memories are beautiful and bright rape flowers, water plants and sunshine.
I have a good relationship with that good friend and have reached the point of "interdependence" in others' hearts. We eat fried noodles together in the shop at the school gate every morning. It's very spicy. We went home together after school, went out to play together, and even made the same friends. And I fell in love with spicy food and fruit because I was with her, and the speed of eating fried noodles increased by three times. Life was like this at that time. I sometimes wonder how we can be so persistent, and then I went to participate in the training of the county sports meeting. Go to the square at 6 o'clock every morning and go home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. I haven't been with her for two months. However, it just came. She went home from school alone for two months, so did I, and then it was over and back on track. So our peers can count as two years. Just like dressing, I am used to carrying my schoolbag in the cool morning dew, watching each other running slowly towards me from the top or bottom of the ridge, squinting and smiling faintly (we are both nearsighted). Wait for each other when you pack your schoolbag after school, and then swing home with rambling words in the lazy golden sunshine. I'm surprised that my life is so simple.
The sunshine smiles through the cracks in the leaves, which warms my dreams.