Since last week, our family hired a part-time worker to clean the house. The hourly worker comes to our house to clean every Wednesday and Friday.
Aunt Chen, the maid, has a kind face and is about forty years old. She has a pair of "silent" eyes, a high nose, thick lips and always speaks neatly. Watermelon-like face, slightly fat figure and medium height make me feel funny and like it a little.
Aunt Chen is chubby and kind, but she is meticulous in her work. Facing 8 rooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 balcony, she was expressionless. She picked up the rag neatly and began to clean the living room and room. The room is clean. Clean the study. The study has been cleaned, and so has the dining room. The dining room has been cleaned. Clean the kitchen. At this time, she was so tired that she was sweating. But she still picked up the mop and carefully dragged every corner.
Aunt Chen is not only conscientious, but also enthusiastic. I remember the first time I went home on Friday, and I saw a stranger at home. Because of my psychological function, I was very cold to her. But Aunt Chen chatted with me enthusiastically and poured me a glass of water. My attitude towards her has gradually improved.
I admire Aunt Chen very much, although she is only an hourly worker.
On Saturday morning, my mother said, "Today, our family went out to climb mountains." I jumped three feet for joy. Mom packed her bags and we set off.
When I came to a field, my father helped me fold some reeds almost two meters long. I played happily with reeds and watched the scenery. Seeing a flower field in the distance, my mother quickly walked into the flowers, and I quickly ran over. At first glance, it is an artificially large flower pond with butterflies dancing in it. There are white, red, yellow, blue, purple and black butterflies ... My father took out his camera and continued to shoot, while my mother was busy taking pictures with the butterflies among the flowers. ...
We then went up the mountain and climbed a steep hillside in front of which was a large reservoir. We walked from the mountainside to the reservoir. The green grass there is as soft as a cake, and my mother named it "grass cake". Standing on the bank of the reservoir, I threw a stone, weighing more than ten kilograms, and suddenly sank into the water, splashing and disappearing.
We walked to a hillside and sat down to eat dry food. After dinner, we continued to walk along the mountain road.
My reed has already turned into straw, beating prisoners like a whip, and I threw it away. Later, I found a thick and long branch, like a "sword", playing happily on the road. The road was overgrown with weeds, and I hacked with my sword, and the dead leaves on the roadside fell to the ground one after another. I picked up another branch, like a big "thorn fork", but I cut it one by one with my sword.
Climbing the mountain today is really tiring! My feet are sore, ouch, it hurts!
However, I am still very happy in my heart.
I have a happy family.
The proudest thing in my life is that I have a happy family. My father is kind and my mother is strict, but all these make a beautiful family. In my home, there are laughter and laughter, and of course it is full of joys and sorrows. But what's the point of living without these spices? I love my home!
My father is a very kind man. Anyone who knows him knows that my father is friendly and kind, and never cheats others. They all admire my father. I am also proud of having such a good father. However, my father loves my daughter best. I am the only child in my family, but after all, I live in the countryside and my living conditions are not very good. But my father will go abroad in order to let me study hard and achieve something in the future. My father has been abroad for more than two years. I miss him very much. I love my father. I am my father's baby. My father loves me very much. But it didn't make me form some bad habits. I don't want to disappoint my father, so I will study hard. No matter who I live up to, I must live up to my father first, because he has paid too much for me!
My mother is a loving mother. My mother used to be a teacher for a while. Although more than 20 years have passed, not fade away is strict in teaching students. My mother is strict with me, unlike my father. Of course, my mother did it for my own good, I know that. My mother loves me, too, afraid that I will get a little hurt. Once I caught a bad cold and was in the hospital. My mother stayed with me day and night, didn't rest until after eleven o'clock at night, and didn't go to bed until I finished intravenous drip! I am very grateful to my mother, because without my mother, I would not exist. Of course, my mother should be strict with me. I have no objection to my mother being strict with me, because that's because I want to succeed! I love my mother, too!
Although my home is not a rich family, it is full of warmth, and I am happy even if I suffer. Because I have parents who love me. Have a warm home that others expect.
This is my home, simple and full of hope. I will work hard for this family and for my parents! Mom and dad, please believe in your daughter, her daughter is the best! Daughter won't let you down. Let's continue a harmonious and warm home together!
Warm family
I have a warm family, a strict father, a gentle mother, kind grandparents and an understanding aunt.
In the face of difficulties, my father will light my way forward in the front; My grandparents will take good care of me when I am sick; Menstruation's mother always comforts me when I am wronged.
I am very happy because I have a warm family and meticulous care from my parents, which is very different from those children who live in orphanages. They lack fatherly love and maternal love, but I am surrounded by strong fatherly love and maternal love all day. I remember that hot summer vacation that year, I suddenly felt a surge of gas in my stomach in the middle of the night, which made me unable to sleep and always wanted to vomit. After a while, I vomited what I ate that night. That dirty thing appeared in front of my eyes, which made me want to vomit even more. Without saying anything, my father covered me with a blanket, then pulled me out of bed and put me on the sofa. My mother brought me another blanket and a cup of hot water for me to drink. Then she asked anxiously, "Jiajia, are you better?" Come and have some hot water, it will be better. "After drinking some hot water, my father brought me some medicine to eat. I took some medicine and fell asleep.
The next night, my mother saw me rolling in bed and touched my forehead. I found that I had a high fever. I quickly asked my father to get me a coat and put it on, and then ran downstairs with me. Dad went to the front to call a taxi, and my mother and I got on the bus together. Soon I went to the hospital, and I quietly lay in bed with an intravenous drip. My mother held my cold hand and stayed by my bed all night. My face is pale and my heart is racing, but my hands are cold. At that moment, I felt the great fatherly love of maternal love.
If maternal love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then paternal love is a cup of mellow coffee; If maternal love is a running stream, then paternal love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad.
My home
"I love my home ..." The song "Let Love Live in My Home" sounded in my ear. In the cold winter, I feel a warm current flowing in my body from head to toe and from outside to inside, giving people such a warm and happy feeling-because I have a beautiful home and caring family.
"I love my home ..." The song "Let Love Live in My Home" sounded in my ear. In the cold winter, I feel a warm current flowing in my body from head to toe and from outside to inside, giving people such a warm and happy feeling-because I have a beautiful home and caring family.
Dad is our boss, and he is responsible for some fights. If you want to add a big item to your home, you have to go through his checkpoint. He is also our pillar, and all our expenses are obtained from him. He is the "bank" in our hearts and an indispensable leader in our family.
Of course, these two masters were given to her by my mother. This title is really worthy of the name. My mother is in charge of the daily life at home, and we have to wait for her to open the door for whatever we eat and play. Although my mother has no job, she is hardworking and has little free time. Our home is kept in perfect order by her.
Grandparents are the heavyweights in our family, and my parents, sister and I respect them very much. Grandparents are the key protection objects of our family, but when he is in good spirits, he always makes us some gadgets. Grandma is not an idle person. She will give her a hand when her mother is busy.
Although my sister and I have no power at home, we are also the core figures in the family, the baby of grandparents and the flesh and blood of parents. We didn't let the adults down either. We have developed well in moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic aspects, and we are also very happy at home.
My father is industrious, my mother is industrious and virtuous, my grandparents are amiable, and our two sisters are lively and intelligent, which makes our family play a beautiful and harmonious "home song". Of course, even the best music has its highs and lows, but it is these different tunes that make our "family songs" more unique.
I love the campus
Campus is where I study, where I grew up and where I make friends. I spent four years happily here, where joy, anger, sadness and joy meet.
The campus is beautiful. There is a banyan tree in every corner of the campus, which is leafy and shaded from the sun. In front of the teaching building, rows of anemones stand upright, guarding our beautiful campus like many energetic soldiers. In the garden, exotic flowers and plants are thriving and become a picturesque landscape on campus. When students pass by, they always stop to enjoy it for a while. In front of the flower bed stands a shadow wall inlaid with several huge glittering Chinese characters: "study hard and make progress every day." This famous saying has always inspired me to make up my mind. The beauty of the campus also lies in that there are always several groups of birds playing and singing in the crown flowers.
The campus is happy. In the early morning, the sound of reading came from all classrooms, and the whole campus was immersed in the cheerful sound of reading. In the morning, the students listened attentively and absorbed the sweet nutrition in the book. From time to time, they saw several students bend their heads to take notes. At noon, the students walked out of the school gate with smiles on their faces. In the afternoon, there were strong footsteps in the school. That's the students touching physical education class happily. Their faces are full of sweat and laughter. The beautiful evening is coming, and the students on duty are working hard to beautify the campus under the bath of the sunset. After a day of "noisy" school, it finally quieted down.
Beautiful campus, you will accompany me for two years. I love you, beautiful campus. I love the campus, not only because you are colorful, but also because you are an important place for me to roam the ocean of knowledge; Not only because of my familiar classmates, but also because of my beloved teacher.
boiled beef
In this colorful world, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but the person I admire most is my head teacher, Mr. Cheng. Teacher Cheng is in his early twenties, tall and thin, with long black hair. She has an oval face, curved eyebrows, a pair of glasses on her high nose, and her big eyes are hidden behind them. She always looks at others kindly and shows kindness and respect.
Although Mr. Cheng hasn't worked for a few years, every class can make us feel like a kind of enjoyment. Needless to say, her tactfully moving voice and her lectures are so vivid and touching, so easy to understand, which really makes people feel immersive. Teacher Cheng treats every student equally, regardless of his academic performance. She often said, "at the beginning of life, nature is good." She believes that we are all plastic talents, and it is her confidence in us and her tireless inculcation that makes our class's academic performance and all aspects of performance among the best in the school.
Teacher Cheng's love for us is like a small spring rain, which nourishes our healthy growth all the time. She not only teaches us knowledge, but also teaches us how to be a man. Call her great! She didn't really do anything earth-shattering Call her ordinary? She gave us her youth and love. At this moment, I silently thought: Although Miss Cheng is not as distinguished as Bethune and Nobel, she will always be the person and teacher I admire most.
1 the person I admire most
The person I admire most is not a great man, rich man or dazzling star, but a simple cleaner.
Cleaners are not afraid of being dirty or tired. They began to work before dawn. They carefully clean the streets and exchange their sweat for the happiness of others. Once I went to ask aunt cleaner, and I asked her, "Aren't you tired of working every day?" Aunt said, "I'm tired, too, but it's worthwhile to see people smiling at a clean and tidy environment!" " "What a simple word!
When people work and go to school, the cleaners bring us a clean and tidy environment, and they are silently contributing.
This is the person I admire most, a simple, hardworking, dirty and tired cleaner.
By my side, there are many people, many faces, respectable and amiable … but I admire one person the most.
I admire a person, a selfless person. She is a teacher. When the students she educates are with other students, she never favors her own students, but puts forward higher requirements for them.
I admire a person, a strict and kind person. As a teacher, she is very strict with those students who don't study hard and guides them to keep moving forward; For those students who study hard, they are like a loving mother, communicating with them.
I admire a person, a knowledgeable person. She reads widely. Although she is busy at work, she always takes some time out to read some books. No matter how attractive online games are, she always opens the world of reading. No matter what kind of knowledge she encounters, she can always answer questions and tell you her understanding and views.
I admire a person, a person who sets an example. She educates students and others, always educating herself first. She is the dean of the department, and she is always the first to hand in any manuscript the school wants; No matter how busy she is at work, she keeps climbing. Her efforts have yielded fruitful results-all the students she educated have become talents, and all her educational papers have been adopted by editors. She did it!
The person I admire is my teacher, my grateful "loving mother"-Teacher Tang. You have paid so much for us, believe us, and we will repay you with the best results!
You at the same table, thin and tall, with a thin ponytail standing behind your head, a delicate font, a perfect test paper ... everything about you comes to my mind, as well as your happy smile and sad tears. How can I forget easily?
You are deskmates, remember? That day, I was on my way to school with you. A bicycle ran on the sidewalk and I accidentally hurt my leg. You saw blood flowing from my knees to my bare feet and anxiously appearing on your face. You quickly picked me up and ran to my house to accompany my parents to the hospital to dress the wound. I went to school the next day, and my leg was in a heavy plaster, so it was very inconvenient to move. Plus it's raining cats and dogs outside, so it's not convenient to do anything. You never said a word behind my back. In order to prevent the rain from dripping into the wound and causing inflammation, you specially tied several layers of plastic bags on my leg, then propped up an umbrella and carried me in the rain ... You, as thin as me, have to carry me up and down eight floors. Aren't you tired? I know you're tired, because I'm lying on your shoulder, I hear your breathing, and I see the bean-sized sweat rolling down your forehead ... but you sit at the same table, why don't you let me go on? Why not blame me?
Your deskmate studies well, but I'm not as good as you. There are always many math problems to ask you. Even if you are not around, I will call to ask you. I bother you so much, and you always explain to me patiently until I understand. Sometimes, I am so upset that I can't listen to your rambling explanation, and I just want you to tell me the answer directly. You didn't want to. You said you couldn't hurt me. I am very angry. What's the big deal? Forget it if you don't want to tell me, don't pretend to do things, pretend to say it's for my own good! ! ! You froze, then silently bowed your head ... I regretted it. I shouldn't have said that about you and broken your heart. But you forgave me, because you saw that I solved the problem and immediately gave me the warmest applause, and I smiled back, but I was thinking, why aren't you angry?
You at the same table let me do everything. Remember? There are only three places in a painting competition. You won the last place, but I didn't. I sat there sulking alone. When you turned your head and saw my depressed face, you meditated and even ran to tell the teacher that you were going to abstain, giving me a chance. When you came back, you barely encouraged me to win. Later, I heard from my classmates that you came home and cried sadly. I feel guilty, and I ask myself: ......
Now that we are separated, maybe one day you will forget me, but I will never forget that there was a kind of happiness around me. It taught me tolerance, care, dedication and humility ... I will always remember this happiness that quietly surrounds me. ......
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Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday tomorrow? . .
I heard this song again today, and my thoughts slowly returned to Jingjing campus more than ten years ago. The mood is young, this is the flower season, you and I run and play carefree, sitting by the stream behind the campus, weaving colorful dreams.
I am an introverted person, and you are an outgoing and lively person. Those years of life, because of your cheerful, I am indecisive, full of sunshine. Because of you, I changed my nature. Slowly, I no longer indulge in the world of martial arts novels. Pursuing happiness, you accompany me to pursue happiness. In every corner of that campus, our laughter and laughter are scattered all over the place.
Looking at the rosy clouds all over the sky at sunset, I joked that I would tear down the sunset clouds to make curtains for you, and you said I would make tablecloths. The argument for a long time was fruitless, and finally I had to give up. Hehe, you have to give up if you don't give up, don't you think?
After every quarrel, you always get angry for several days and ignore me. I know you deliberately made me feel bad for a while, and I also know that you will talk and laugh with me again in a few days. So every time I have the cheek to tease you, I often get a scolding. It cleared up immediately after swearing, and there were cheers and continued to fly over the campus.
Until that day, a day I will never forget, you and I were finally silent, and there was no more laughter, slapstick and anger in our world. Calm, terrible calm. Even my classmates were shocked, because I had never seen us so calm.
I went on an outing with my friends and took a lot of photos. I want to show you. After that, you drew me glasses and a beard in my photo ... I know you are fun, but playing like this really hurts my heart. I silently took back my photo and gave a stupid sneer. The photo was blown to pieces in the evening breeze and floated away with the running water.
I was silent, and then because of your willfulness, my heart suddenly became a piece like that photo, and you didn't know what respect was. I am desperate. Every day at school, when we pass by, we no longer have feelings for each other, just like a stranger, walking quietly. Friendship became a thing of the past at that moment. Friend, are you uneasy about your willfulness at that time? Many years have passed, although I haven't heard from you, I still clearly remember the laughter and laughter on campus, your footprints and mine, and the running water that washed away the photo fragments. ......
I will never forget you at my deskmate. . .
I have raised two lovely little turtles for more than a year. They have small turquoise heads, four webbed feet are always poking around in the water, and sometimes their small tails are stuck up, as if demonstrating, and a pair of bright little eyes are still turning around, which is very cute. Sometimes when I read a book or watch TV, they will read it with relish, as if they could understand it.
I feed them on time every day and they are not hungry for a meal. Sometimes when my mother buys meat, I will send some to their home. They looked at the meat and then at me, shaking their heads and opening their mouths as if to say, "Thank you." At this time, I will also nod, touch their hard "armor" and go to dinner with a smile.
I get along with the little turtle day and night. As soon as I get home every day, I go to see these two little friends first. Sometimes, when they are tired of doing their homework, they go to tease them. When I had troubles, I went to Doby, and my heart suddenly became cloudy and sunny, and all my troubles were forgotten by me.
The Spring Festival is coming, and this year our family of three will go to my second aunt's house in Guyuan for the Spring Festival. I am so happy, my heart is as sweet as honey, and I am so happy that I forget everything. As soon as I entered my second aunt's house, I saw her turtle and suddenly remembered that I forgot to feed my two little turtles when I went out. I was so anxious that I was at a loss: "What if the little turtle starved to death? They are so cute. What if something happens? " I was so anxious that I kept urging my parents to go home, but they refused. They also comforted me and said, "Nothing, our neighbor's turtle won't die if it doesn't eat for a month, let alone ten and a half months. It's not too late for us to go back after the New Year." Although I no longer force my parents to go home, I always think about it.
The next day is New Year's Eve. In the evening, while watching the Spring Festival Gala, I thought about the lonely little turtle. If the little turtle starved to death, I would hate myself.
The day after the Spring Festival, we went home by bus. Along the way, I prayed for the poor little turtles over and over again, hoping that they must still be alive, and when I come back, they will dance happily as usual. ...
But as soon as I entered the house, I froze. Two little turtles lie in the water with their eyes closed, curled up in their shells and motionless. The other one climbed on the stone, with his head buried in the shell, but his limbs drooped and did not move ... "The lively and lovely little turtle in the past died!" " I have to think so. But I was still unwilling. I touched them gently with my fingers, but they still didn't move. It really is! The little turtle is really dead! I really blame my parents, but I hate myself more!
My best friend is dead. I look back at the lively and lovely appearance of the little turtle almost every day like watching a movie, but every time I look back, I shed sad tears.