One day, I looked out of the house and saw my mother killing a well in the yard. At this time, I thought of another question: why can water be squeezed out of the well? And pour water into it? What if you pour something else? Mom pressed it once, I watched it once, and it never left. But this is still a mystery. I want to wait for a good opportunity to try.
One day, my parents were not at home, so I took a bottle of coke. I opened the door, popped up a head and looked around. No one was there. It was quiet. I held the coke to my chest, tiptoed and walked to the well like a thief, for fear of making noise and disturbing others.
I unscrewed the bottle cap and poured half a bottle of coke into the well, but managed to squeeze out all the water. I tasted it, and it didn't taste like coke at all. I thought it might be too little, so I poured the remaining half bottle in and found nothing. At this time, my mother came back. My mother saw the yard was wet everywhere and asked me what was going on. I told my mother what happened, and I didn't know until my mother told me the principle of the well.
The well can pump water because there is a pipe connected to the underground river. When injecting water into a well, it is necessary to apply pressure to the well before the water can be transferred. The underground river is full of clear water, and pouring coke can only create pressure, but can't lead to more coke. ,
This incident taught me. On my birthday, my father bought me a box of dominoes. In the process of putting up dominoes, something happened, which deeply educated me.
I remember having a birthday dinner that day. I can't wait to open the box, pour pieces of white dominoes on the ground and start to build them happily. I don't know if it was because of excitement, curiosity or nervousness. I accidentally bumped into other newly built dominoes without laying a few bricks. That really made me understand what it means to be defeated like a mountain, and I only fell asleep after seeing other dominoes line by line. "Take the exam again" encouraged me by my mother, and I began to "do it" again. I divided it three times, five times and twice. In a short time, dozens of dominoes were quickly arranged by me. I proudly waved to my parents, but I didn't expect the dominoes to rush down like wild horses when my cuffs touched. At this time, I was so anxious that I almost cried. "Stop playing, stop playing," I cried gloomily.
When my mother saw this situation, she came to comfort me and said, "Dad bought you dominoes to train you to concentrate, not to be half-hearted, not to lose heart when you encounter difficulties, but to have perseverance." After listening to it, my mother couldn't accept it at that time, but the magic of dominoes attracted me. I began to cheer up again, and I made up my mind to make it this time.
This time I learned the previous lesson, calmed down, gently picked up the dominoes and arranged them carefully in turn every time. Many things happen, and this time I finally succeeded. I stood up in fear and called my parents, grandparents and me to share this happy moment. When I met the first domino, the other dominoes, like soldiers, received the password and began to count one by one, "I succeeded, I succeeded!" " "
Whenever I think of the scene of knocking down dominoes, my mother says: concentrate on things, don't be half-hearted, and don't be discouraged when you encounter difficulties. The words of perseverance have been lingering in my mind, because I have received a deep education from this matter.
This incident taught me that whenever I sit at my desk and open my math exercise book to do math problems, I always think of one thing.
That was when I was in fourth grade. As soon as I got home from school, I began to do my math homework. At first, the topic was simple. I "wrote far away" and only heard the rustling sound. Suddenly, my pen stopped on a topic and I frowned. "This topic ..." I racked my brains and couldn't figure it out. "Forget it, do the next one!" Who knows the next one is as difficult as the last one! I held my chin in my left hand and knocked my head with a pen in my right hand, as if filtering my brain layer by layer. How I wish the answer would appear on paper! But after a few minutes, the paper was still blank. "Come on, it is empty. Is it time for the next meeting? " I struggled for another three minutes, and three of the six questions were still empty. What shall we do? Find a teacher tomorrow. But I'm impatient. I'm afraid I can't wait until then. Ask mom? But I am embarrassed, because I have been playing the role of "all-around" in front of my mother. Solve it yourself? Oh, this is really a mystery!
Finally, I decided to ask my mother. My mother put down her work and patiently explained to me, "This question starts here …" My mother only told me for a while, and I understood all three questions. I was beaming, and I was glad: Hey, thanks to asking my mother, I will never forget it. My mother also encouraged me to say: study, study, ask if you don't understand, and be a studious child.
Although this matter is small, it has given me a profound inspiration. If you don't understand a question, don't ask it. If you don't ask together, two or three things make a mickle, and it becomes a big problem. This question may be a turning point in a person's fate! Just like the journey of life, it is not smooth sailing, there are difficulties and setbacks, we must face them bravely!
This incident taught me that after school, I went to the sixth grade. Chatting with a classmate in grade six. It happened that our head teacher came out of the office, so I rushed over. But we were caught by the teacher (the teacher wouldn't let us go to the sixth grade). I was taken to the office by my teacher, who told me a lot of truth and finally called my mother.
The teacher took me to the school gate to wait for my mother. In this long wait, in the afternoon, the teacher found the club I bought in 77 animation and criticized me again until my mother came to pick me up. The teacher asked her to call her when she got home. On the way home, my mother kept accusing me of not learning what to buy.
When I got home, my mother immediately closed the door of the study and said to me fiercely, "Do your homework quickly!" " "Although my mother closed the door, the sound insulation effect of the bedroom and study wall is not good. I still hear the head teacher say angrily to my mother, "Zi Xuan is still very good. She will encounter many setbacks on the road and won't cry because of this little thing. She is strong! "I'm shocked, yes. You will encounter many setbacks in the future, and you can't get angry and cry because of this setback. If I can't stand this setback, what shall I do in the future? I gradually understand that on the road of life, there will be no smooth sailing and no difficulties and obstacles. Life is like this. When you fail, there will always be several people still supporting you. They are family and teachers! They scold you because they love you, not because they are idle. So I stopped listening, lying in bed quietly reflecting.
I want to thank my parents for letting me come to this colorful and strange world. I want to thank my teachers for teaching me how to be a man and how to face setbacks!
This incident has made me understand that five people will experience many things in their lives, including happiness, happiness, worry and sadness, and you will also be educated. This kind of education will make you more profound and influential.
I am a girl who doesn't like reading very much. Once, my sister and I went to my grandmother's house to play. When I entered the room, I saw my sister reading a book "100,000 Why" in her hand with relish at her desk, and there was also a book "300 Tang Poems" on her desk. I went over, grabbed the book at once, flipped through it, and found it boring, so I picked up my sister and said, "Let's go out and play." My sister broke free from my hand and said to me, "You go first, and I'll go after reading it."
"What's so good about books? It's just a lot of small print, which makes you have a headache when you look at it. " I said impatiently.
"You don't look down upon these words, they put together, you can know astronomy, geography, knowledgeable. I heard from your mother that you recite the text quickly, but when it comes to the meaning of ancient poetry, you panic. If you buy a book of 300 Tang poems. " She picked up her book and showed it to me. He went on to say, "This book contains questions and notes about the story and an introduction to the poet. If you read it several times and connect these three points, it will be hard for you to forget.
Also, reading can broaden knowledge and improve reading ability and writing level. Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once said: "Reading can break thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god." It means: if you read a lot of books, when you write a composition, it's like a fairy is helping you. "
After listening to my sister's words, I blushed and couldn't speak, so I asked, "Sister, can you lend me this book?"
"It seems that you already know that you are wrong. Let me lend you this book. " After my sister finished speaking, we sat down to read together.
From then on, I also like reading. In the sea of books, I learned "the age of the earth" and "the formation of constellations" … I learned Paul's strength and perseverance; Understand Amway's helpfulness and Anthony's humor and optimism. ...
This incident has educated me and benefited me for life.
This incident made me understand that there are countless small things in life, and I spent eleven spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only that thing taught me to cherish time.
That summer vacation, more than 60 days was long, but it was really short. On the last night of summer vacation, maybe everyone else is saving their strength and preparing for the first day of school. And I, after playing for more than 60 days, haven't touched a word of my homework, and I'm trying to catch up on my homework. My mother, who was shaking the cattail leaf fan, didn't forget to give me a "saliva education" when she passed by my room: "I didn't do my homework for dozens of days in the summer vacation, and I only knew how to do it in one night ..."
The antique old pendulum beside the bed rang nine times. I didn't know that I had been fighting alone at my desk for several hours, but my homework didn't make any progress ... I couldn't help feeling annoyed in the face of the "mighty" homework army. "If I know this, why should I do it?" "Ah-"I screamed at the sky (ceiling) and looked at a pile of homework hills on the table ... Alas, there are still seven diaries, four pages of holiday homework, and the composition collection has not been finished yet!
The writing sound of "brush brush" lingers in my ears, and I don't know how many refills have been changed. I glanced at the clock when I changed the refill. It's almost 1 1 point.
After "brushing" for several hours, my lone general finally defeated the operation army. I looked at the time. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. I struggled with my eyelids. Well, I knew this would happen, so I wouldn't have finished my homework earlier. There was a loud bang and I fell asleep directly.
This incident made me understand: don't be idle, teenagers are so sad!
This incident taught me 7. Before, I always didn't know how to care and help others. But after this happened, it taught me a deep lesson.
I remember that afternoon, I skipped out to play after finishing my homework and met a little boy on the way. He has been running on the grass, with a cheerful smile on his face and giggling from time to time. The grass on the ground danced with the wind, some flowers held their heads high, and some bowed their heads shyly, as if afraid of the sun shining on his little face. Among the flowers, bees are busy collecting honey, butterflies are dancing and the sun is shining on the little boy. How beautiful everything looks! Suddenly, the little boy sprained his foot and fell to the ground. Immediately, the weather turned sunny and cloudy. At first, the little boy frowned and widened his round eyes. His red face turned a little pale. With a "wow", tears poured out of the little boy's eyes like a rainstorm. Seeing the little boy crying so pitifully, I couldn't help but want to comfort him, but on second thought, if anyone saw me, he thought I was bullying him, saying that I bullied the small with the big and had no conscience. Hey, it's still "everyone cleans the snow in front of the door, and don't worry about frost on other people's tiles"-never mind, run! Just then, an elder sister wearing a red scarf, a little older than me, rushed to help the little boy up and asked with concern, "Stop crying, little friend, does it still hurt?" Sister, take you home! "The little boy stopped crying and looked at his sister in surprise for a while. His innocent smile came out again. He said in a crisp children's voice, "No pain, thank you, sister." Sister smiled sweetly and helped the little boy away. At the corner of the intersection, my sister in a red scarf turned around and glared at me before leaving. Watching them walk far behind, I can't help but bow my head in shame and stand there silently. ...
It's been a long time, but I won't forget it for a long time, because it taught me to care about and help others.
This incident taught me. This incident taught me.
The past is like many colorful shells, which one is the most dazzling shell, and I will never forget it. Because that taught me.
I remember once, I learned to ride a bike. I am very happy. I always go out riding after supper. My mother always told me, "Don't ride too fast, there are many people and cars on the road." But I always ignore my mother's words.
After dinner, I went out by bike as usual. There are many people on the road, but every time I can surpass others, I am more confident. So I rode faster and faster, and I didn't slow down at the corner. Suddenly, a little girl rushed out. I quickly braked, but it was too late. The little girl sat on the ground, her legs were bleeding and her head was broken. She has been crying. I was so scared. What should I do? What should I do? Her mother rushed out and scolded me like a dog. My face turned red at once, and her mother said, "Don't you have eyes? Calling your parents will never be forgotten. " I'm afraid to call home from a public phone. Mother was startled when she heard me say this.
Mom and dad came, and they chatted with the little girl's mother for a while. Dad compensated the little girl for her medical expenses, and Aunt was reasonable. However, she told her father, "You must tell your child not to ride a bike too fast, or something will happen." Dad nodded.
On the way home, mom and dad didn't say a word, and I was scared.
When I got home, my father said earnestly, "Son, you can't ride a bike too fast. A close call. Don't say you hit someone, even you will get hurt. Mom and dad told you it was for your own good. You always turn a deaf ear. Is it a big disaster this time? " I bowed my head and said, "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen next time. "
From this incident, I got a truth: "Whatever you do, don't be too reckless, be careful."
This incident educated me for nine summer nights. I'm doing my Chinese homework. I look up at seven o'clock. I think: If I can watch TV now, I'll just watch my favorite cartoon "Balala Little Devil and Fairy", and I can do my homework later. So I quietly walked into the living room and saw no one. I quickly turned on the TV and watched with rapt attention. ...
I don't know how long it took, but my father came back and said angrily, "Why are you still watching TV? Did you do your homework? It's past eight. It's time to take a bath and go to school tomorrow. " At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that my homework had not been finished.
"What's the matter! Haven't you finished yet? " Dad said suspiciously.
"I'm finished ..." I faltered.
"Let me see." Dad said.
"Well, all right ... all right." I stammered an answer.
I went back to my room with only a half-written composition in my hand, and I felt a burst of fear in my heart, so I had to bite the bullet and see if I could muddle through.
Dad took a look at the book and said, "well, go to bed quickly." I have to go to school tomorrow. "
"Very good." As I spoke, I took the book from my father, quickly returned to my room, put it in my schoolbag, and went to take a shower and sleep.
The next day, when the teacher corrected my composition, he found that my composition was not finished, severely criticized me and told me to go home and show it to my parents.
I came home with a very uneasy heart. As soon as I entered the door, my father asked, "Wen Wen, did the composition teacher change yesterday?" Show me. "
Dad took the book, and after a long time, he said to me seriously, "Son, how could you do this?" Do you know the consequences of this? Dad looked at me and continued, "Dad wants you to be an honest boy for the first and last time. "
I bowed my head in shame.
After that, I never lied again, because I kept my father's words in my heart.
It taught me 10. In fact, life makes sense everywhere, as can be seen from the indomitable grass breaking through the stone; It can be seen from the ant Qi Xin's concerted efforts to carry food; From the joint efforts of lions to defeat their prey; We can learn from the truth in life. Whether you are educated or not depends on whether you have a pair of eyes for truth.
The weather is always sunny. I walk on the path and stretch my legs to run forward, because I want to play computer! Huh? What made me stop? I saw a four-elephant hanging on the beam of the next room, so I ran over curiously and looked at it carefully. Oh, it's a spider. Spiders are all white and spinning on it. I am destructive! I stood on tiptoe and stabbed it with a captured branch. It fell, turning its white belly. Hey, hey, look at how you weave a web! I smiled smugly. I was just about to go home. Unexpectedly, it was not frightened by the sudden disaster. The spider struggled to turn over and continued to climb forward. I suddenly blindsided: I am human, why can't I kill you? I angrily threw water on the wall with my closed hands. Of course, it goes without saying that it fell into the water. However, he struggled to come out and weave a web. I was moved by his persistent spirit and saved it, but it still climbed to the wall to weave a net. This incident made me deeply educated. He let me know that as long as we move in one direction and make unremitting efforts, we can succeed even when we are young.
Spider weaving gave me a deep feeling, taught me to struggle alone and encouraged me when I was in trouble.
It taught me 1 1. I still remember it vividly, and it told me a profound truth.
That day, I took a bag of my newly bought marbles to my cousin Yaqing's house to play. Those marbles are crystal clear. My aunt bought them for me. There are several colored cores in it, shining golden in the sun. It's really beautiful.
The old game of playing marbles on the ground is really lacking, so we came up with a brand-new game: we take two unused broken cups, pour the marbles in, cover the holes on the top of the cups, and shake them to play. Crash, marbles collide with each other, and the sound of colliding with the cup wall is so pleasant. We were having a good time, but unexpectedly, the accident happened suddenly. Maybe the hole is not covered properly. Some marbles flew out of the balcony and fell. I was the first to react and subconsciously blamed her: Look! All because of your bad idea! She refused to accept: What do you mean by my whoosh idea? You didn't agree? Besides, the marble fell out because you didn't cover the hole yourself. All right! The more we argue, the fiercer it gets. Nobody would let anyone, and finally we both burst into tears.
On the way home that day, I gradually calmed down and regretted it. In essence, this incident was just an accident, not anyone's fault; If there is anything wrong, it is me. After all, I didn't cover the hole myself No wonder other people do this. I regret it. I feel the sky is gloomy, and God is criticizing my insolence. But what can I do if I regret it now? Our relationship is like those marbles flying out!
What happened that day taught me a truth: when you do something wrong, don't throw the pot to others in a hurry, but put down your face to admit your mistake and reflect on where you are wrong: why, don't damage your relationship with others because of such a small matter!
It taught me 12. We all have this experience. I didn't do well in the exam and was beaten by my parents when I came home. Although I was beaten, it was not because I didn't do well in the exam, but because I bought things with money without permission.
One day, on my way home from school, my father came to pick me up because I was only in grade one. On the way, I saw a child waving a sword up and down, and I wanted a sword, too, because I thought it was handsome.
As soon as I got home, I said to my mother, "Mom, can you give me some money?" Because my mother is cruel, it's easier to say, so my mother asked me, "What do you want money for?" Because of my poor grades recently, I didn't dare to say I bought a toy sword, so I ran away immediately.
However, I am still unwilling. I saw several hundred yuan on the table. I looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, I got up my courage and took out a hundred dollars at once and ran to the antique city. I ran and walked slowly. I am very happy.
At the crossroads, I swallowed. Because, for the first time, I crossed the road alone, worried about being hit by a car. However, the antique city is opposite, and the toy sword is waving to me. I rushed over at once and suddenly a car came. Scared me to death, but it's okay.
I bought a dozen toy swords. As soon as I got home, I saw my father's angry expression. He asked me, "Did you take money to buy toy swords privately?" I nodded in horror. Dad beat me up without saying anything, and it took more than ten minutes to stop. Since then, I dare not take money to buy things without permission.
This incident taught me not to buy things with my parents' money without permission, and not to steal chickens and dogs. You can't touch other people's things without their consent. If you have this habit when you grow up, you will offend many people.
This incident has taught me 13 of my life, just like a five-flavor bottle, which is full of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and it is we who are alive who brew these five flavors.
I remember in June 5438+10, once Mr. Wang arranged for us to read and draw sentences by explaining. Do your homework at night and start doing it without looking at the requirements. Who told us to hold an interesting sports meeting tomorrow? I quickly finished reading it and went to prepare food for tomorrow.
The next day, when school was almost over, Miss Wang suddenly stopped me. I thought Mr. Wang had something to do with me, but he gave me a book to show me what was wrong. I browsed it. Is there a problem? Both of them are right, but strangely, the original "excellent *" was crossed out, which made me confused. At this time, I glanced at the reading of other students. Oh, I didn't underline the sentence.
We were asked to stand on the platform and think about what went wrong. I looked around. Sure enough, Hu, Hu and other students. I look conspicuous and have a "three bars" pinned to my left arm. I feel that there are thousands of ants crawling in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable all over. The students who are studying below are still talking. I blushed and thought, Oh, Zhang, Zhang, as a member of the brigade, you really have a bad start without a good start. It's really incompetent. My scalp is numb, and a pair of eyes appear in front of me: one is my parents' and full of loss; One pair is the teacher's, full of blame; There are more than forty pairs of classmates, full of various expressions. I'm about to collapse.
Teacher Wang asked us to write down our mistakes and how to correct them on the first page of reading. I wrote a line with the most obvious pen: I shouldn't ask not to look at the questions, but I intend to ask for a clear look at each question in the future. It shouldn't be wrong. Teacher Wang later wrote in my notebook: As promised, the exam should also be done. I haven't forgotten.
I will never forget the inspiration it gave me-to finish any topic or thing seriously as required. In my future life and study, I will be strict with myself with this requirement.
This incident taught me. 14. This incident taught me.
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One noon in midsummer, I was so thirsty that I just wanted to find something to quench my thirst.
I walked into the yard and saw the grapes of Uncle Zhang's house. Only the vines were fruitful. My mouth is watering and I can't wait to eat it at once.
I think! My home is separated from Uncle Zhang's by a wall. Why not pick some grapes? So, climb up the low wall, climb to the top of the wall, stretch your feet forward, alas, only one hand is needed. So, the foot moved forward, only one finger was needed! I moved a little further, but I didn't expect to stand firm and fall down at once. Fortunately, there is a pile of sand below, and my leg is not broken. But my feet are bruised and bleeding. I still bite the bullet and want to pick it.
At this moment, Uncle Zhang came out and saw me standing beside the grape trellis. He smiled and said, "Yo! How did you come? " I tilted my head and thought, uncle Zhang doesn't know what just happened and is planning to deal with it. Zhang Can Dabo found my foot. "How did you scratch your foot? Come on, come into the house and find you some hemostatic. " I thought, how dare I come in? I am ashamed to death. I just hate that there is no hole to get into.
Uncle Zhang Ran went into the room to find some powder and gauze. First, he applied powder to my wound and then wrapped it in gauze. Looking at the wrapped feet, I thought, how amiable Zhang is and how sorry I am to him. Thinking about it, I got up the courage and told Uncle Zhang what had happened. Uncle Zhang didn't blame me. Instead, he said, "You should be honest and correct your mistakes." I listened to Zhang's kind words and nodded excitedly, and my tears rolled down at once.
Every time I think of it, I hear Uncle Zhang's meaningful words.
It taught me 15. It was a Sunday and it was a little hot. My mother and I went to Zhoushan Park to play. How uphill should my home go to Zhoushan Park? My mother and I thought: it's better to drive, but the car is not environmentally friendly. Let's ride a bike.
We set off by bike, and my mother and I agreed that we would race to see who would go up first. Before I came to pour the first big slope, I used all my strength to fly at once, and my mother was behind me! I thought to myself: wait for her, you see I am very kind and can recuperate. It's killing two birds with one stone! I stopped to wait for her. It's still the same after several big slopes, but I can't do it after two or three big slopes. I'll rest after a while, and my mother will be here soon. At the last big slope, I thought: what a big slope, I'd better go down! I'm going downhill. At this time, my mother said, "Go down, there is only a big slope. After coming up a few big slopes, you will give up halfway! " "I listened to my mother and thought, well, what my mother said makes sense. I'd better go! My mother and I rushed up the big slope together. Mother calls it lightning, and I call it snail. When I went up, my mother smiled a few times and said, "Look, I'm hiding!" " "Really ..., ... Yes!" I panted. I looked up and said, "Wow, it's beautiful! "We played in the mountains for a long time before coming down. You don't have to ride down the mountain, you can walk by yourself.
This incident made me understand that going up and down the mountain is the same as studying. As long as you work hard, you can go up. If you don't work hard, you will shrink back. Only by perseverance can you succeed.