Staring at the excellent composition 1 "Ding ……" I suddenly jumped out of bed, dressed as soon as possible and gently opened the door. It's still dark outside, and mom and dad are still sleeping. I crept to the door to change my shoes, opened the door and prepared to go out. My hands are shaking with excitement, and the shoelaces of sports shoes are always tied badly. I took a deep breath and finally tied my shoelaces without my parents noticing. I closed the door gently, then ran downstairs and pushed out my bike.
Today is the first day of New Year's Day, and I want to start a new journey alone-get on my bike in front of my parents and go to my grandmother's house more than forty miles away.
The chilly spring breeze blows head-on, slightly cold; The road lamp in front gives off a faint yellow light, accompanying me all the way forward. The road is quiet. I can clearly hear the rotation of bicycle wheels and my breathing, and occasionally there are some firecrackers for the New Year. Because it is five o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day, there are almost no pedestrians and few cars on the road, and the world suddenly becomes very quiet.
With a click, the chain of the car fell off, which scared me into a cold sweat. Actually, the chain fell off at the critical moment. It was in the middle of nowhere, and there were no pedestrians around to ask for help. It is getting quieter and quieter. Do I have to push the car for the remaining twenty miles? At the thought of here, cold sweat ran down my back; Or sit here and wait for mom and dad to drive over. It may take an hour. I can't just sit back and wait. Since you have chosen to go it alone, you must achieve your goal, and you must never give up halfway because of this little difficulty.
Thinking of this, I gradually calmed down and tried to remember grandpa's previous actions to help me repair my bike. Because I like bicycles since I was a child, every time I go to my grandfather's house, I always like to ride outside to play. My grandfather's bike has been ridden by me for many years, and it will also fall off the chain. But every time, I will ask my grandfather for help. I often sit by and watch him fix it, but every time I am afraid of getting dirty, my grandfather won't let me do it. Today, without my grandfather, I can finally try my hand. Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that I have endless energy all over. I parked my car on the side of the road, crouched down and recalled my grandfather's method. First, I press the pinion, then put on the big gear, then slowly shake down the pedal and lift the rear wheel. When the chain turns to the big gear, it is a little bit more, and the hand shaking the pedal feels more and more difficult. I know it almost succeeded. Finally, at the last minute, the hand that shook the pedal suddenly felt flexible, and the chain was finally installed by me. Looking at the rapidly spinning wheels, I jumped with joy. I finally overcame a difficulty by my own efforts.
It's a long way to grow up, and parents can't stay with us forever. Along the way, we will encounter bumps and tribulations. Only when we have the courage to face them can we hope to overcome them. There is a longer road ahead for us. Let's stare at every step we have taken and accumulate the height of growth.
Gazing at the excellent composition 2 The winter wind is cold and biting, a cold wind blows, and some dead leaves hanging on the tree rustle, so I can't help shivering.
There are almost no people in the street after five o'clock in the morning, but occasionally there are cars passing by. It's getting dark, but several street lamps that were originally dim are very bright at this time. Only a few families in the tall building have lights on. I guess either a student who gets up early to study or a person who gets up early to go to work.
I stood alone under the street lamp, waiting. After standing for a while, I simply went to the stone bench and sat down. I don't know how long it took, but an aunt cleaner came in my direction, waving a broom as she walked. She was wearing bright orange overalls and several fluorescent lamps were looming in the dark. Besides, the same orange garbage truck made her very thin. She skillfully cleaned, stopped from time to time to lift the hair hanging over her ears, put it behind her ears, and then went to work. I stared at her quietly. I don't know why, but I have an unspeakable taste in my heart.
Another cold wind blew, which seemed more violent than before, and the trees on both sides of the street swayed. I looked at her with my head tilted, and she kept sweeping, as if she wanted to finish it before dawn. It's dawn. She looks a little tired. She trudged to the stone bench and sat next to me. Immediately, she brushed her hair with her hand, raised her head slightly and stared at the horizon. The light seemed to tell her that she was doing well. I cocked my head and looked at her carefully. Her hands are rough and there are several cocoons on them. It seems to be calluses, and there are several blood stains on the back of her hand. I think that cocoon must have been ground bit by bit by her countless times waving a broom. That bloody hole may have been frostbitten by this cold, or it may have been scratched by glass when sorting garbage. Whatever the reason, it brought her unspeakable pain.
Sitting very close, I took a closer look at her. I saw that her face was covered with wrinkles, and there were also fine lines in her eyes, forehead and bags under her eyes, which were dense or sparse, with different shades. A few strands of hair hung from her ear, and black hair was mixed with silver. My heart was pounding, and I slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Her eyes are still fixed on the horizon. I stared at her eyes, and several bloodshot eyes were particularly obvious. At first glance, it is caused by insufficient rest at ordinary times. But her eyes are so beautiful, clear as a pool of clear water, sparkling, sunken eyes, double eyelids gentle and firm. Why is she tired, but her eyes are still clear and bright? What gave her hope? Maybe this is her own child. In order to let the children receive a good education and not let them be so tired all day, this may be the driving force for her to persist. Maybe it's her warm home, I can't guess.
I sighed, as if I saw her cleaning the street alone in the early morning. She shivered in the cold wind, but she swept it with her red-hot hands. She is looking forward to returning to her warm home after work and seeing her lovely children.
Looking into her eyes, I saw hope. I think as long as everyone has hope, no matter how hard life is, they will live a unique taste.
Gazing at every little thing in life will give people infinite inspiration and thinking.
A handful of loess and a new bud
A crow broke the silence in the morning, the smoke rose slowly, and the small village became active again. And I, a "road killer", started to hit the road. I fell to the ground with a bang and couldn't help kicking off the bus. "What broken car makes me angry, I don't want to learn!" I got up from the ground, patted the mud on my body, and inadvertently aimed at a small slope, which "saved" my life. I went to the mound and saw a touch of green on it. This grass ... yes! Isn't this the one I broke last time! How can you still be alive! "Son," I don't know when an old woman came, "a person's life is actually like grass, and he will experience countless ups and downs. Just like this grass, although it is broken, it will survive this difficult period and live strong. This is the spirit. " Grandma's words made me suddenly realize, yes, life is not smooth sailing. So I silently walked to the car, helped it up like a friend, and continued what I wanted to do.
Life should be self-confident and self-reliant.
The sea of flowers and butterflies.
When I went to a different place to play with my relatives, I walked down the street with a lollipop in my mouth. A gust of wind blew and brought me a fragrance, which undoubtedly aroused my interest. I threw away the unfinished candy and walked to a secluded place, smelling of flowers. The sea of flowers is gorgeous, "It's so beautiful …" Beautiful flowers of all colors are rippling with the wind. There is a humble hut by the flower sea, and an old beekeeper is busy watching him. The old man looked up at me and said, "Have you ever eaten honey?" "hmm." "There is no honey brought by bees repeatedly? If you don't work hard, where will you get the results! "
Be persistent and strong in life.
Gaze at life and learn to live.
My grandfather is a small businessman. The medicinal materials he sells are all grown by himself, so he works hard for farming and selling medicines all the year round. But for the sake of his family, he persisted for decades.
Grandpa is not good at words, but I know he cares about me. When I was a child, I would show my report card to my grandparents every time I finished the exam. My grandmother would hug me and say, "My eldest grandson is really good. Grandma will make you something to eat." Grandpa, on the other hand, is reading the report card over and over again with a smile.
I have been naughty since I was a child, and I always get into trouble. I remember it was a day of winter vacation. At that time, my cousin and I set off firecrackers in grandma's backyard when we were seven or eight years old. Naughty, I threw firecrackers into the thatch that grandpa had just piled up. As a result, two piles of thatch burned in the wind. I was scared silly by the rising flames, and it took me a long time to tell the adults.
Mom and dad are very angry. Grandpa just picked up two piles of thatch from the mountain and built a ganoderma lucidum shed. Because of this, grandpa's hand was scratched many times. My parents scolded me and made me stand outside the door. I stole a look at grandpa. He smiled and smoked, and the scratches on his hands and face were clearly visible, but he smiled and said to his parents, "Let the children in quickly, it's cold outside."
But I can always overcome the scar and forget the pain. A few months later, I played in the field behind my grandmother's house with some friends. Let's run and jump on the ridge together. The eldest child who took the lead was agile and could walk as fast as flying on the narrow ridge, but I was left behind. Seeing that they all ran away, I was impatient and ran on the ridge. Who knows that I stumbled, fell off the ridge and fell into the paddy field five or six meters high from the ridge. The ground is full of mud, and I'm trapped in it.
This paddy field has not been planted with crops for a long time, and half of it has been surrounded by high nets to make a vegetable garden. Only by jumping off the ridge can they jump off. I was so scared that I cried loudly. Several children in the same trade had no choice but to inform my grandfather. Soon, I heard grandpa's voice calling my name. I looked up, and grandpa was on the ridge. He took off his shoes, jumped down without saying anything, picked me up and asked the children on the ridge to put down the ladder he had just brought. Seeing that I was weak and my leg was hurt again, he carried me up the ladder. I didn't expect grandpa to be so fast at his age. He climbed the ladder three times, five times and two times, but he didn't have time to put on his shoes. He hugged me and ran home. I lay in grandpa's arms and looked at his face. That was the first time I stared at grandpa. Time has left a series of knife marks on his thin face, and his temples have also been weathered by time. I cried loudly when I remembered that I had made him hard and worried again and again.
Grandpa heard me cry, looked at me, patted my head with a smile and said, "Why are you crying?"
But grandpa, I'm still afraid. I'm growing up, you're getting old, and I can't be around you as often as I was a child. I'm afraid that my little reward is not enough to repay your deep love.