The last two classes were cleaned by the whole school, and this coke ruined us.
It's not that I don't like studying, but that I feel tired and monotonous after studying for a long time. Cleaning is an interesting thing. All the students in the school are working, talking and laughing, doing whatever they want. There are too many tasks and they are scattered. The teacher doesn't always stare at a place, but only visits occasionally. This has become our world, free and happy.
We set up an outdoor cleaning area. Our group played a conventional style, so we did it, and the thunder was very popular. Twenty minutes later, we finished the task. The rest of the time, haha, just for fun! So I played on the playground with He Yuejia and Zheng. But there is nothing to play. Nothing interesting. It suddenly occurred to the three of us that the biology lab is our shared area, and several girls are cleaning it. The biology laboratory is very interesting, with clean and brand-new tables and chairs and a sink. The room is spacious and bright. So, the three of us swaggered into the biology lab, laughing and laughing. Unexpectedly, those girls thought we were in the way and kicked us out. Alas, I can't help it! It seems that it is impossible to walk aboveboard. So I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. Our action is guerrilla warfare. When they weren't looking, we sneaked in and hid under the table in the last row, quietly. They talked and laughed while working, and didn't find any trace of us at all. We couldn't help laughing under the table, and finally we were caught laughing too loudly. The result was the same. We were kicked out.
Lab, we haven't had enough fun, so we decided to take the last chance. They came prepared and found us easily. However, this time they didn't stop us, but let us enter smoothly. We are all at a loss. Later, I learned that they had another purpose-let's fetch water. In order to enter the laboratory, we had to compromise unconditionally. This is a basin that can be moved by one person, so we have to carry it with one hand. But we lifted it with a smile, and a basin of water became half a basin of water, and the laughter spilled all the way, and the water spilled all the way.
We also found that there is another room in the laboratory, which is the experimental equipment library. There are many experimental projects in it, which are very novel. It was He who cleaned up, and this time it was Zheng He He Yuejia who went to the battlefield. I watched, and sure enough, they were driven out within three minutes. However, He Yuejia and Zheng's trip was not in vain. They used deviant tactics to pick out their relationship. When they went out, I saw an incredible scene. Zhu Lin and Hu Xiuying wiped the table with a strong smell. They dare to chase each other as if they were running in circles.
The biology laboratory has been visited. What should we do next? Zheng came up with a good idea and went for a walk in the canteen. We flew to the canteen and met Qu Kexin and Bird who were cleaning. Wow! The middle school canteen is much better than the primary school, with a dining table. It's huge. We found that the most interesting thing was not the canteen, but its back. There is a stone wall behind the canteen, which is said to be a slope protection to prevent landslides when it rains. This slope is about 45 degrees, so it is difficult for people to stand on it. However, the more we do this, the more we can arouse our desire to challenge. The three of us race on it. As we approached the finish line, we saw the teacher and ran back in a hurry. Come to think of it, we didn't do anything bad. What are we afraid of? Maybe the teacher will really say something about us for our safety?
When we were going back, Qu Kexin and Bird saw it from the window and quickly closed the door, trying to lock us out. Fortunately, we reacted quickly and rushed in. After coming in, we stared at each other for a long time and finally smiled.
Youth time is happy, study together, work together and play together. Here, we left our youthful figure, full of youthful laughter.
The most comfortable way in life is to have a rest after work, and the book in hand will be the best relaxation tool. When we read the book page by page, our hearts are calm. Without the noise of the world, we seem to have entered a world of books, where we learn knowledge and accumulate meaningful sentences.
In the early summer afternoon, we can sit comfortably in the sun and receive the warmth from the sun. We hold our beloved book in our hands and gently open it to feel every story in that book. We can be the protagonist of that story and take risks with our dreams. We can also be bystanders in the story and experience that different realm.
What I like best is not to communicate with others, nor to take risks without authorization, but to sit quietly and read my favorite books by myself. I think I am calm when I study, and I have no bad mood. I can put aside those requirements that have been suppressing myself and feel the new world regardless of the passage of time. I think I am the simplest and happiest in my study time.
In the book, I found such a sentence: the more books I read, the closer I am to this world, and the brighter and more meaningful my life will be. I understand that books are the light that illuminates our hearts, and books are the brightest lights on our way forward.
You should not study blindly when you study, but also learn to be flexible. Blind study will not help us much. We can seriously think about the words in the book, but we don't necessarily need to memorize them, which will have a bad influence.
Reading time is often very short. When reading, we may not study hard and integrate into the atmosphere of "reading", so time passes as slowly as a snail.
If you love reading, you should read good books. If we don't have those excellent works to nourish us when reading, but some uncivilized and bad works, we will be adversely affected and may also have an impact on the road of life.
On the second day of writing, I blew my cheeks with a little chilly wind, raised my scattered hair and looked up. From time to time, a few lines of geese flew by, and suddenly a burst of jujube fragrance mixed with the wind blew. Autumn came again, grandma? Thinking about, thinking about going back to the past ...
I spent that time with my grandmother, and of course the vigorous jujube tree in the yard was indispensable.
It has been with grandma for many years, 18 years, day and night. Every time I go back, besides playing with my grandmother, the happiest time is spent with her. In the past, it always produced dates earlier than other jujube trees, probably because grandma took good care of it. Its trunk looks strange and curved, and the traces of years have left a long trace on it. The mottled bark has no movement, even some bugs, but it always gives me a feeling of never leaving. I used to be naughty. I always like to climb up along its twisted "body" to pick the most full and bright red dates. When I returned to the ground, I had picked a pregnant jujube. Their colors are slightly different, but they are all the same size, that is, they are very big. I put dates into my mouth in a hurry, and I haven't had time to take them to the bathroom to wash them. When I bit them with my teeth, the juice of jujube flew out, with a faint fragrance, not as rich as the fragrance of flowers.
The sweetness of jujube is still dancing on my taste buds, spinning and jumping round and round, with lingering aftertaste …
I picked out some big ones and gave them to my grandmother. Grandma smiled like a flower and said, "Ah! My little granddaughter has grown up and knows how to honor her grandmother! Listen, my granddaughter chose different things. Say, put the jujube in your mouth and eat it while calling it sweet, sweet!
Grandma and I sat together, happily discussing the story of the Monkey King, munching fresh dates just picked. We sat there, letting the taste buds bloom and keeping the warmth in our hearts.
After school, I seem to be busy, with more study tasks and fewer visits to my grandmother's house. Jujube is very common at this time and can be bought at any time. My mother and I will probably refuse it. At first, I felt that the dates bought outside were similar to those of my grandmother's family, but recently I miss the smell of dates on the jujube trees in my grandmother's yard. Although it is as sweet, there is always a feeling of emptiness.
It's another year in Bordeaux, as if the fragrance of jujube trees in the yard floated into my nose again. If there is an opportunity, I will definitely go back without hesitation, pick it myself, taste it, and savor that wonderful time.
Time is like a blink of an eye. If you are not careful, you will slip through your fingers. But the memory will never turn yellow and will never be forgotten. Once upon a time, I asked you, "Dad, time flies. Will I miss it in the future?" And you firmly said to me: "no, it is enough for people to learn when to do a good job!" " "That was the first time I felt that time was not thin.
Other children seem to have a desirable childhood, but I hardly have one. Because my father works in other places all the year round, my mother has no time and can only go to work with her father. My father is the foreman of the work area and often takes new apprentices. And what he said to his disciples most was: people should learn when to do what. Because I often listen to his "nagging", I gradually understand the meaning of this sentence.
I remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, there was an "Olympic fever" in my class from nowhere. Most of the parents in the class signed up their children, even the mother was a little moved. That night, I heard that sentence outside the house again: when did you learn to do something? So, I escaped from the clutches of Olympiad and returned to that quiet little village. While enjoying the summer vacation, I learn various life skills.
I learned from my grandmother that my father's family was poor when he was a child. Although there are several sisters in the family, his young father still has heavy work to do. So my father went to work after graduating from high school and didn't go to college until he had some savings. A teenager who came out of the countryside in those days became the foreman of the work area now. I believe that this is a miracle after hard work!
Today, although I don't have my father's achievements in those years, I understand from his teaching that "what to learn at what age". Everyone has to play many different roles in life. What we need most now are students and filial daughters. Years make people old, and gradually my father's temples have white hair, but I still don't understand. I regret it very much when I think about it. Looking back on the past, I can always think of the past smiles, perhaps some painful past. But so what? Time is the best antidote, which can always cure these pains. What I do at what age, like a lamp in the dark, constantly guides me to find a better self in the future.
The next day, write 5 pieces of green slate and take a deep alley; In the ancient city, it's a drunken time.
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At the end of August, we set foot on Tengchong, a place we have been longing for for for a long time. Instead of coming here, I saw my father's photo in the ancient town, and then I was fascinated.
Get on the bus to your destination, put on headphones and think about having a good sleep. After all, the journey is long and the process is too boring. I don't know how long it took, but the car stopped on the road. When the probe looked at it, there was already a long queue. There are only a few people in the car, so it seems that it will be blocked for some time. When I got out of the car, the chill hit, even in August, and I couldn't stop it. This made me completely ignore a ray of yellow light on me.
This kind of weather is not in harmony with the sunshine at this time. Maybe the clouds are too thick to penetrate. People along the road craned their necks and continued to explore. Finally, I heard the sound of the car starting, and I can start again. Sleepless, the car moved, the sun followed, for fear of falling behind. Can no longer be ignored. In a trance, I seem to feel that I have been bathed in the sunshine of the ancient city. Be in a good mood and watch the scenery carefully.
Twelve hours' journey, I came to this dark green ancient town-Heshun. It was already evening, and the boss's enthusiasm swept away the fatigue of the car trip. I want to see the long-awaited exquisiteness early tomorrow morning and go to sleep contentedly.
It was early August, and I walked into the yard on the roof of my boss's house and chose a perfect place to sit down. Waiting for the ancient town to be awakened.
In the distance, the bicycle ding Rinrin rang, and Xi Xi ha ha gradually approached. Looking up, three or five groups of children, carrying special cloth bags, clung to the front of the car and pedaled their bicycles hard, running towards the school. Different from their vigor, middle-aged women carrying baskets on the road have a calm feeling of this ancient town. She stepped on the patchwork green slate in no hurry. In a narrow place, she had to pass sideways. I wonder what's in the basket. Will it be a work woven by yourself or the raw material for this day's meal? Surely you don't have to wait until midnight to see the smoke rising here. "Crunch ..." The sound of pushing the door interrupted my thoughts.
Looking down from the yard, the boss opened the door. After a brief exchange last night, I realized that the inn was only his sideline. No wonder I don't care about him. When he left, he said to me: Come to his shop for lunch at noon, free of charge. In this ancient town, I don't feel the smell of a businessman. Bosses and guests are like friends. They go to his shop at noon and return to the inn at night. They didn't see any guests pay the deposit or leave, so he went on a tour. I think this should be one of the reasons why people yearn for this ancient town. I've seen more prosperous Old Town of Lijiang, and I'm used to the dazzling ancient city of Dali. It's not easy to be independent and quiet. I wonder if it will be commercialized in a few years.
In the boss's rose cake shop, after drinking afternoon tea, go shopping at will. Unique road signs make people stop. If we want to say that the ancient town is modern, we should count these colorful road signs-"Kiss me" by cartoon characters, shop names with mathematical symbols and exaggerated descriptions. My eyes rested on these words. Decided to go and have a look. Walk on the green flag for two blocks and look at the right side at the end. These words were engraved on the old yellow house.
Walking into the store, I saw a tall bookshelf and two sofas with a slightly older age. The layout is extremely simple. Seeing someone coming in, the boss came over enthusiastically and greeted me to sit down. Talk to me often. They are from Hunan. The couple originally came to travel and didn't want to leave again. They just moved and left here. The idea of this shop is to slow down and enjoy the most beautiful time in the ancient city. You can look through books, taste tea, thank postcards, take a few bottles of homemade wine, do nothing, stay here all afternoon and watch passers-by at the door. Really in this quiet time, the noisy heart will also calm down and recall those lost times.
Drunk memories of time are really a kind of enjoyment.
For no reason, the two of us designed a stupid game. You are always having fun. Once again, we went down a very long staircase, and suddenly you said, "Play again." "Dad, can we stop being stupid?" I rolled my eyes, but I decided to be silly together. I just walked down the stairs arm in arm like a little swan, which really made us laugh. You must admit that you like to make faces.
Then relax my you.
I must also admit that you are a special father. You never make me do the problem. Whenever I try to solve extracurricular problems, you drag me out to play. I remember once, when I was in junior high school, I wanted to watch TV every Sunday. It happened to be the final exam. One Friday night, I wanted to watch TV, but my mother scolded me. Instead, you taught my mother a lesson. I put handfuls of remote controls in my hand and support you. Such a father is enough to make others envy to death!
You are too strict.
When you are angry with me, you are angry, too. Once I made several mistakes in my homework, all of which were careless. You are particularly angry: "Why don't you correct this problem? How many times have you said that? Do you know this is a loss? " ! Then earnestly educate me: "This is a big problem, so you will lose a lot in the exam. I don't know how many points you lost! " "I'm ashamed. I promise I will change it in the future, and you will be satisfied.
So I love you.
Dad, you are like my big white, giving me warmth, giving me joy, satisfying my wishes and protecting me; For my safety, you can run behind me when I ride a bike; To make me happy, I went to Castle Peak and bought nightlight.
I am afraid to grow up, because I am afraid to leave you; I'm afraid you'll never see you again when you're old; Dad, our time together is long and short, and we can never return. I once told myself that it doesn't matter, no matter how short the time is, I can still engrave you and everything about you in my heart. Dad, I love you! Forever, forever ...
I forgot the date today, and I habitually wrote down February 30, but I didn't find such a date on the calendar. Only then did I know that there was no 30th in February, and today is March 1.
February 29, once every four years, I got you in a hurry, but lost you in the vast sea of people. Time passed by me, no one looked back, no one missed it, no one gave up. This is the result that everyone expected, and no one was surprised or panicked.
On the day of primary school graduation, I didn't cry as expected. Everyone is just silent, let the camera put our six years into a small photo frame. Even at that moment, we just looked at the time, and then we were surprised to find that the old man's eyes were soaked with vicissitudes of life, as if he could see through everything at a glance.
Just paused for a second, no, less than a second. Just looked at each other, the old man withdrew his eyes, took a step forward and passed me again without hesitation. I also turned around and took a big step forward, without hesitation, firm, no longer nostalgia. Because I know there is still a lot of time ahead, waiting for me to experience and understand.
On the first day of junior high school life, military training began. Nobody is used to it. They all arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry. The instructor of military training is surnamed Zhang. He is very kind and gentle, but occasionally he is a little strict. Time goes by little by little. When we finally got used to the life of military training, we didn't need military training anymore, and instructor Zhang also left school. At that moment, I stopped in time to stare at the old man, and then I asked: Why?
I think time should have understood. A leaf fell quietly, and I caught it subconsciously. Back to god, the old man has gone far, and there is only a sigh in his ear: you will know.
You will know. I silently whispered this sentence: I will know. I hold the petiole with my right hand and draw the outline of the leaf with my left hand. This is a maple leaf, a red maple leaf, a red maple leaf, with faint veins on the leaves, like wrinkles on the face of an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life. I unconsciously went deep into it and seemed to know what Time Old Man wanted to express. There is always a difference between people, just like this leaf and that tree. The tree has exhausted its whole life's strength, bred countless tender leaves, and gradually became bigger and bigger. When autumn fruits are in full bloom, it's time for them to part. Even if you are reluctant to go, the leaves will eventually become fallen leaves! This is only a short separation. When the leaves blend into the soil, they should recombine. Trees absorb nutrients from leaves, and they fuse again to give birth to new tender leaves. It is reborn, and the leaves are constantly circulating. Obviously, it accepts all this calmly. It does not love the past and does not live up to the present. People should be like this, shouldn't they?
I walked forward, my steps were firm again, and the leaves in my hand slipped and leaned against the root of that big tree. When the old man passed by again, I said softly, thank you. He just smiled and left without any pause.
Although the world keeps separating, I still think the world is beautiful. We meet, leave, and meet again at the right time, which is also a fleeting arrangement and a surprise feast!
Fireworks are dazzling, but fleeting. Life is beautiful, but it's just a snap of your fingers. Things change, and you never know who you will meet next. Where have you been? Only by living in the present can life not be full of regrets.
Don't be sad about the past, and don't be nervous about the future. Enjoy every scenery along the way with a pair of smiling eyes.
On the afternoon of the second day of junior high school, my parents and I went to my little cousin's house to play. I am very happy, because I have always liked my little cousin. My little cousin is very cute-shiny black hair, big watery eyes, round face, and often pouts. It is really cute. My little cousin likes me too. He dragged me into his room that day. "suddenly! Good gun! " There are "celestial cannon", "rotating cannon", "magic whip" and "fireworks" How much! My little cousin said to me, "Brother, let's go shooting together, shall we?" To tell the truth, I am old and have lost interest in shooting. However, looking at my little cousin's innocence and cuteness, I promised him. We immediately took two lighted incense sticks and a lot of celestial cannons up the stairs, and it was raining outside the building. It seems that this is the only scope of our activities. My little cousin brought two more fireworks. I asked, "What is this?" The little cousin said happily, "Hehe! You don't understand this! We put the cannon in it so that it can be used as a rocket launcher. We aim wherever we want! " So, we started shooting. Like a missile, the celestial cannons are ejected one by one. After the cannon is ejected, it will leave white smoke and only listen to "shh!" 1, followed by the sound of explosion. Every time I hear the explosion from the cannon, my little cousin giggles. This pleasant atmosphere lasted for a long time, but the little cousin got a little impatient and said, "Coco, don't you think it's boring to put it like this?" I feel like an idiot! "suddenly! I am very surprised that a child under seven can say such a thing. I almost fainted and thought, "How high is my little cousin's IQ?" "So! We each put our own. "I nodded and agreed to see what my little cousin was going to do. I saw my little cousin take some cannons and go up half a floor, where there is a balcony. When I look down, every floor has this structure. I also brought some cannons and went down half a floor to the balcony below. I suddenly saw my little cousin quietly see me on the balcony next door and secretly laughed. "Hum! This little guy doesn't know what he's doing. I'd better be careful! "I didn't expect my little cousin to be more of an antique dealer-a bargain! "He knew that I had discovered his plot, so everything was fine at first. Just when I was completely relieved and about to be lit, I never expected my little cousin to play dirty here. Suddenly, a sky cannon shot down from upstairs quickly, and I was unprepared. With a scream, I was blown into a big face. The little cousin's giggle passed down again. I gnashed my teeth with anger: "Ah! How dare you play dirty tricks on me? If you don't repay me, I will never be a man. I must show you my strength, hum! "I immediately aimed a cannon upstairs and lit it." Knock! "Bang, I was blown up again. It turned out that the fuse was too long, and the gun didn't explode after going up, but fell down ... this time I was finally smart. I cut off half the fuse and lit it. After the explosion, my little cousin let out a scream.
Now I'm coke. At first glance, he is also a big face. My little cousin smiled inexplicably when he saw me smile ... It was dark and everything was so quiet. Occasionally, a few firecrackers came from a distance, or a few beautiful fireworks appeared on the horizon. When I was still infatuated with the night, my little cousin handed me a fireworks: "Brother, it's getting dark, let's put on beautiful fireworks." Fireworks rushed into the sky one after another, "blooming" beautiful fireworks, yellow, red, green and blue, ... each color decorated the black night sky so beautifully, just like colorful lights.
I haven't seen such beautiful fireworks for a long time, and I am very happy. I want to look forward to my childhood ... in this way, I spent this wonderful time with my little cousin!
The next day, I said goodbye to my little cousin, and we were all reluctant to part. My little cousin said to me, "Brother, you must come to play often in the future. I will wait for you to accompany me to shoot next year!" "
Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. I left, and I still remember the good times of shooting. ...
The second day of writing composition 9 leans under the tree, and the book is still spread on the knee. I looked up and looked at those tiny leaves that revealed mottled shimmer, like jade, suddenly and infinitely sad. "How long is this leaf?"
Touching the trunk is rude, but it gives life to the holy spirit. Count carefully how much sunshine you still have. Sometimes, what do I want to do and why should I do it? I don't even know. Forgot the rhythm of breathing. How forgetful people are!
Among hundreds of millions of people, I am just a nobody. Like a dense tree, tiny branches and buds, although it further shows its extraordinary. But who will pay attention to every hidden leaf?
I like to look forward to a bright future; Sometimes life is like a movie, I am the protagonist, wandering in my own world. Yes, there is no one here, not because those people have disappeared in my own world, but because they have lost their steps in this dazzling world.
I like snow. White snow is not hard, but it has a holy beauty. The coming of winter means the passage of time, and a year is about to pass. Looking back on the past time, I suddenly feel that time is like snow, fleeting in the long river of years and melting away.
In trivial time, I just muddle along. When I came to this strange school in the first day of junior high school, I entered the ocean of knowledge but didn't know how to enjoy it. I also stepped into the sea of pressure and wasted a lot of trivial time until the second day of junior high school.
There is always time, as long as we explore. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Time is like a sponge. Squeeze, there will always be. " During this wonderful time, I found that I also have a lot of things to do.
The sun shines on the earth, so warm. My classmates and I galloped on the playground, chasing the sun. Sweat flows down from me like running water, which is the crystallization of time and the sun. The wind in winter does not bring cold, but it is as soft as spring breeze. It's beautiful, racing against time and walking with the sun and the moon. This is the meaning of trivial time. Hay and winter wind blend together, they are like fresheners, which make people relaxed and happy, ah! Trivial time used to be around me, but I didn't explore it. As romain rolland said, "There is no shortage of beauty in this world, but the eyes that find beauty."
Trivial time is around us, we just need to find it and enjoy it. Flowers bloom on the other side. Bathed in a halo, I am no longer that frivolous teenager. Unique me, always show the truest character. Face your friends and yourself. Try to play your part, even if it's just a foil.