This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, crowded.

I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus. "When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat." Then, he carefully helped the grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and struggling in the crowded place. Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.

After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded. I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off. Everyone pushed me to the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound. Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt!

I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.

Take a walk with a snail

Today, my mother and I went to the country. I walked alone on the path in the field. Walking, a small animal crawling slowly caught my eye.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a small snail. It suddenly occurred to me that I want to walk with this little snail. So, I walked slowly, for fear that the little snail could not keep up. I walked a few steps and looked back. The little snail was so far away from me.

I pushed behind it, but it still crawled so slowly. I urged it, I bluffed, I blamed it, and the snail looked at me apologetically, as if to say, "I have tried my best!" " "

Snails can't climb fast, but they still climb. In order to get where you want to go, in order to complete the goals set for yourself.

What's our goal? How do we achieve these goals? Snail achieved its goal by its own efforts and the spirit of never giving up. We should learn the spirit of snails and accomplish our goals!

Life often gives people inspiration, however, life will not take the initiative to send "inspiration" to your door. Life goes on according to its own appearance and laws, and everyone has the right to get inspiration from it. It gives everyone a chance, but the question is whether we can find "enlightenment" from it. People who are diligent in thinking, in a sense, are people who try to find inspiration-looking for it with unsolved mysteries and various doubts. Think about life itself and all kinds of phenomena in life, and you will receive the gift of life.

I like the charm of nature best.

When you see the beautiful scenery of nature, you will be impressed by its charm. Here, you can forget the complicated and noisy urban area, feel the beauty of nature with your heart and feel the tranquility of nature.

When we went to Yuan Ye, we saw endless green grass with gorgeous wild flowers. The grass on the Yuan Ye is like thousands of greenguard, guarding the attractive flowers. No matter how people trample on them, the grass will never lower its noble head. This is the charm of grass.

When we throw ourselves into the arms of the mountain, the mountain is not high from a distance. When you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you know that the mountain is so magnificent. Mountains, like giants, will never stand, no matter the wind, thunder and rain. How admirable their spirit is. This is the charm of mountains.

grow up

If your eyes are wet, if you shine in the sun, can you see the rainbow?

Occasionally say worry, because when you grow up, you need to worry to explain. I heard a long time ago that they were going to work. They said: to be independent, we must first be economically independent. How nice they are. They can fight the sword and be chivalrous and soft-hearted. I smiled and wished them a pleasant journey. They left, singing lonely wanderings. Many years later, we met again, but there were no thrilling stories to tell me along the way. There is no excitement of adventure on their faces, only fatigue. The soaring heroism also became the courage of the year. They are heroes. Society and reality are a flood, which washed away all dreams during the day. Youth, sometimes dressed with some scars. Find a piece of paper, write down all your dreams, then tear it up and put it in the wind. Let the paper rain down on the drooping heart, dilute it and forget it. But those dreams, at least, were so vivid. Failure is a beautiful and broken floating shadow.

People always have to grow up.

On the day when the arts and sciences were divided into classes, the sun was shining. Thinking about the sun on a leaf, thinking about the alias of the sun: the sun, the red sun ... I can't think of anything else. I don't know why, if I look like this. To go, no one said goodbye, and it seems that there is no need to say it. When I got home, I listened to Scarborough Fair, and the notes flowed like a river. I really feel that I have graduated from the past. If you can go far, can your memory be as long as a journey? Memories are like piano music. I want to paint them as pictures, frame them and hang them in the corridor I often pass by. I want to plant them into tulips, wrap a story with bones and choose a winter morning to bloom. Leave a flowering time for yourself to remember. It passed like this, day and night! No matter how clever you are, you can't catch the fleeting time.

People can always grow up.

I often hold a gem flower and talk to it. We agreed to grow up together. But it can't get bigger. Why don't good things count? Although things that are not counted are not counted, the days are still increasing. It is foolish to stop holding precious stones and keep expired promises. Time dragged on, and another autumn and winter passed. If it is sunny tomorrow, open your arms; It will rain tomorrow, take a bath and spread the butterfly's free and easy wings. If you can still stand, keep moving. With shyness, stubbornness and pride, we grew up together and experienced the beauty of breaking out of the cocoon together.

If your eyes are wet, shine in the sun.

homeland

When ringing the row of bronze bells, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme goes from far to near, through the long years of 5000 years and the colorful flower season of 57 years. On the river continent, the beauty of water, the sun on the mountain and the shore of the sea are rippling and echoing from afar, and a theme is condensed in the hearts of hundreds of millions of China people: the motherland! The rolling wheel of history dispelled the flying dust in the Warring States period, dimmed the swords and swords in the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty, blurred the prosperous markets in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and eroded the flashy glass in front of the Ming and Qing temples. What they left behind were the names of heroes, who stood up the backbone of the people of China and condensed the great national spirit. Since ancient times, countless people with lofty ideals have regarded patriotism as their great ambition and lifelong responsibility. There are Fan Zhongyan, who is loyal to serving the country, and Lin Zexu, who cares about the life and death of the country and avoids every cloud has a silver lining. Lu Xun, who is self-confident and self-motivated, and Zhou Enlai, who studied for the rise of China. From Sun Yat-sen to Chen Duxiu, from Li Dazhao to Mao Zedong, from Lin Juemin to Qiu Jin, it is the rise of China and the revenge of serving the country.

Looking around now, the motherland is thriving and the development of our country has attracted worldwide attention. As young people in the new era, they have the responsibility to link their future with the fate of the motherland, because life is not just a drop of blood, but also a burning passion. Youth is not only praise, but also the source of having a mission and fighting for it. Because of the aura of life, the trampled body has been given a new soul; Because of the brilliance of youth, dancing thoughts converge into a tragic elegy. While enjoying a peaceful, stable and happy life, I can't help thinking of those young people who gave their lives for the democratic, scientific and independent Chinese nation. They stood up at the moment when the nation suffered humiliation, turned the tide and saved the people from suffering. Once they dared to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood.

In the new era, we should carry forward the spirit of patriotism, study Theory of Three Represents seriously and establish a correct concept of honor and disgrace: we should be proud of loving our motherland and ashamed of endangering it; Be proud of serving the people and ashamed of betraying the people; Proud of advocating science and ashamed of ignorance; Proud of hard work, ashamed of leisure, and disgusted with work; Be proud of unity and mutual assistance, and be ashamed of harming others and benefiting themselves; Be proud of honesty and trustworthiness, and be ashamed of forgetting righteousness; Be proud of obeying the law and discipline, and be ashamed of violating the law and discipline; Proud of hard work, ashamed of arrogance and extravagance!

Students, the stage of youth is built for us; The fiery times let us gallop; A bright future is created by us! Let's embrace the times with youth, ignite the future with life, and build our own tomorrow with fiery passion! festival

In autumn, the weather is pleasant and coincides with the National Day holiday. My family went to visit my grandmother. Grandma is over seventy years old this year, but she is hale and hearty and healthy. Grandma's happiest time is when her children take their children back to their hometown from all over the country on holidays, and more than 20 people from a large family get together. No, grandma came back with a basket full of fresh shrimp, crabs and fish, and was happily greeting her neighbors. She can hear her father's hearty smile from a distance.

Grandma's home is far away in a water town in Jiaxing, Zhejiang. The traffic used to be very inconvenient. From Shanghai to grandma's house, you have to take a train and change ships. I started from home in the morning and arrived at my grandmother's house at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Because I am particularly carsick and seasick, my mother visits my grandmother once a year, and I can only go once every two or three years. It was already ten o'clock in the morning when my uncle drove to pick us up today. He said grandma was waiting for us to have lunch. Is there still time? I'm a little skeptical. We got on the Barker van, soon got on the A4 highway, and then got on the east-west avenue. Ah, it only took an hour!

I remember, coming out of the dock, passing through the old street paved with bluestones and passing through a narrow alley is my grandmother's home. Those are three old houses by the river, with white walls and tiles. The wooden window by the river was wide open and hung with bamboo curtains. You may find it charming, classical and romantic, but in real life, the kitchen and living room are together, and the gas in the briquette stove is filled, which makes grandpa cough constantly; There is no bathroom at home, and grandma has to carry the toilet to pour it every day; During the rainy season, the river flooded into the house, and the old furniture smelled bad and musty. What worries my grandmother most is that all the children are back during the holidays. How can so many people live? So grandma often says, "Alas! When can I change to a bigger house? " This year, grandma's dream has finally come true. The old city was rebuilt and the old people moved into new buildings. Now, in front of us is a beautiful small villa with glazed tiles shining in the sun and a pointed roof like a castle in a western fairy tale. Walking into the big yard surrounded by bamboo fences, osmanthus trees are fragrant, pomegranate trees are full of fruits, colorful chrysanthemums in the flower beds are smiling, and little white cats are sleeping lazily in the sun. Stepping into the living room, it is spacious and bright, the kitchen and bathroom are clean and tidy, and gas, running water and toilets are readily available. What makes grandma most satisfied is that she can leave a room for each child. Grandma was happy from ear to ear.

Standing on the top of grandma's three-story building, I looked up and saw Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, Sujiazha Expressway and East-West Avenue, criss-crossing roads extending in all directions. Not far away, there is water overflowing from the diamond field. Young girls are sitting in a diamond bucket and choosing diamonds. Their bright clothes are hidden in the clear water of diamond flowers. Next to the river pond, there is a large grassland, which is a paradise for children and a fitness area for the elderly. Every morning, grandma goes there to do morning exercises. Looking at such a beautiful garden building, you would never think that there are only a few low huts where foreigners live in rags. Moving into a new house and living in the garden, grandma's health is getting better and better, and her spirit is bright and clear. She smiled and said to us: "Reform and opening up is really good! The town is becoming more and more beautiful, life is getting better and better, and travel is becoming more and more convenient. It is said that after the rail transit is repaired, it only takes half an hour to get here from Shanghai. At that time, you can come back every week. You'd better go out early and come back late, and come with my old woman every day. Ha ha ha ... "

Listening to grandma's hearty laughter, I didn't feel very much. Yes, from the changes in my grandmother's house, I saw the rapid changes in our old China. Ah, long live the motherland! This is you, this is me, and this is the joy of Chinese children!

Interesting thing

"Time is like water, and life is like a song." In a blink of an eye, we sent away another tense semester and ushered in another summer vacation.

"I have a holiday from today." As soon as the teacher's voice fell, the students cheered: "It's a holiday! Have a holiday. " What else the teacher said, no one could hear clearly. Everyone is like a flying bird, free from the shackles of books. Squeezed out and ran to the way home.

Out of the classroom, I took a deep breath. I feel like a monochromatic hydrogen balloon. On the day of school, the teacher hugged me tightly. After the holiday, the teacher relaxed the thread in his hand and let me fly to my dream place.

It feels good to have a holiday. I didn't open my sleepy eyes until ten o'clock in the morning. Wear it slowly, don't worry about parents urging you. Savor Wuhan snacks carefully. The cool air from the air conditioner reminds me of my classmates. They must be enjoying the coolness brought by the air conditioner at home like me.

It feels good to have a holiday. I walked past my parents with an idle book on my arm. There are smiles on their faces, and it seems that the idle books that were originally opposed are no longer idle.

It feels good to have a holiday!

Second, the chapter of pain

Good days always seem so short. For me, who will graduate next year, such a good day is even shorter.

In order to make my grades soar in the last year. My mother set me a goal: to seize every day of the holiday.

Mother's life is very difficult. My good days will soon be over. The study tasks every day are actually more full than when I was at school. When to learn English, when to finish homework, when to learn math and when to learn Chinese. The time was carefully arranged by my mother, and there was no time to play. What a nuisance! Like this. What is my happiness in summer vacation?

I can't believe I miss school. Usually at school, there are a few more restrictions, more tired classes and more homework ... but we can find that the friendship between classmates is actually very pure, and the study life is not only regular, but also the intense study life is actually very fulfilling. Now, I can't hear the sweet bell, I can't see the cheerful figure of my classmates, I can only hear my mother's endless nagging and my father's serious face. I have nothing but helplessness and endless troubles.

Third, the chapter of anger

During the summer vacation, the students are like an unrestrained bird, without heavy study burden and intermittent nagging from their mothers. They fly freely in their own space, enjoy themselves by the swimming pool, let glittering and translucent water drops jump around, go to the picturesque East Lake, experience the unique style of group shirts soaked in lake water, walk into the busy supermarket, taste the coolness brought by air conditioning, sit at the computer desk and let the computer keyboard play between their fingers. What about me? Not only was he assigned a suffocating study task. Moreover, it also lost the original status of parents.

Think back to my school days. Every morning, my mother will get up early and bring me a nutritious breakfast specially designed for me. But it's okay now. My stomach is growling, my mother pushes my father, and my father pushes my mother. Finally, I agreed to my unreasonable behavior and stayed at home on holiday, but I didn't let my parents sleep in and have a good rest. Too inconsiderate of the hard work of parents. Finally, I had to go to school hungry until noon, so I saved breakfast.

In the afternoon, I was doing exercises. Dad shouted outside, "Daughter, pour us a glass of water." It turns out that I don't have to worry about affecting my study at home on holiday. Dad invited a group of colleagues to the Great Wall. Great, pour a glass of water, and the answer I just came up with suddenly forgets. Usually you can write four exercises in an afternoon, but now you can only write one in an afternoon. I once complained that I was lonely and bored at home alone. What about now? Busy, but became a waiter.

Everyone looks forward to winter in summer and summer in winter. I look forward to a holiday as soon as I start school, but I want to go to school as soon as I have a holiday. This awareness is particularly strong this summer.

read a book

At the beginning of the summer vacation, I made a reading plan early because I loved reading since I was a child.

I have read Gorky's Childhood, My Classmate on Earth, Lu Xun's Scream, Xie Wanying's The Complete Works of Bing Xin's Children's Literature, Liu Yang's The Wizard of Oz, Mrs. Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin, Carol's Alice in Wonderland and other works by famous Chinese and foreign writers.

I basically found these books from various bookstores. I don't have much savings, but I want to buy my favorite books. At first, I had to bite the bullet and save money to buy those expensive books. Later, with experience, I found many good books from those forgotten books. There are masterpieces, fairy tales, poems, novels, essays ... both at home and abroad, the writing style is so fascinating that I have gained a lot of knowledge that I can't get in textbooks, and I have also gained a lot of feelings and experiences. The nib reveals a temporary feeling.

Among the books I have read, Lu Xun's Scream impressed me the most. "Scream" profoundly exposed the cruelty of the old feudal society, from which I also read the cruel scene that "the wine in Zhumen stinks and the bones on the road freeze to death". From Diary of a Madman to Kong Yiji to The True Story of Ah Q, from The Storm to Hometown and then to Social Drama, there is not an article that is not fought with sharp knives and muskets in the hands of people who oppress the people in feudal society. His sharp writing style frightened the Kuomintang reactionaries, and both his articles and his patriotism were impressive. Although we have entered a new society, we are not only satisfied with food and clothing or even a well-off life, but the spirit of the older generation cannot be lost.

In my opinion, reading is the best entertainment and pastime in life. It can not only give people endless knowledge, but also give people unlimited fun and cultivate people's ability to do things.

When people are lonely, reading becomes the greatest pleasure. At this time, it is not only a tool for people to enrich their knowledge, but also a pastime. People will feel happy and relaxed when they watch it at this time. When dealing with affairs, people can give full play to the ability gained by reading. There are endless things that are beneficial to you from reading, and ability is one of them. Reading more good books is good for you. If you can't simply use the knowledge in books in practice, but constantly innovate on the basis of book knowledge, combine your own reality and use it flexibly, it is the highest realm of reading good books.

"Books are the ladder of human progress." This is the famous saying of Grandpa Gorky, and it is also a famous saying to praise books. From this sentence, we can see how important books are in the world and how precious their value is. As Grandpa Gorky said, one book after another is like a ladder, which makes people climb to the top. But the road to the top is steep and dangerous, and it takes hard work to climb it. Reading different books is just like climbing a ladder, which is also very helpful to yourself, but you should also be able to choose books. A good book is like a priceless treasure made up of diamond-like thoughts and pearl-like words, and the knowledge and wisdom contained in it are so precious. Books are really good teachers, friends and spiritual food for human beings! On the contrary, if we read unhealthy books that collect almost all the dirty things in the world, we are not mastering knowledge and looking for fun, but belittling ourselves and making ourselves vulgar and ignorant.

In a book, it will make you sad and sympathetic to tears; Sometimes it will make you laugh; Sometimes it will make you feel immersive; Sometimes it makes you feel separated from it by two worlds.

In my opinion, books are good teachers and friends and spiritual food. Why don't we study hard?

What is a reading experience? In fact, reading experience is not difficult to write, and the gains and feelings of reading yourself. Expressed in accurate language is a kind of "reading experience". Of course, reading experience is more complicated and difficult than abstract, drawing and reading summary. A thick book, a long article, so much content, where should we start? What should I write? Don't be afraid, as long as you really have reading experience, you have something to write, and you will be able to write well.

Pay attention to three questions:

First of all, write clearly what contents of a book, an article or a poem inspired you and made you educated. People feel that this is really the feeling of reading a book or an article or a poem. If you don't stick to the books or articles you read at home and speak vaguely, it's not a feeling after reading, and others don't know where your feelings come from. However, when retelling the contents of the articles in the book, we should pay attention to conciseness, quote the content that can explain the problem, and don't extract large paragraphs. The second is to write clearly how you feel after reading a book or an article. What's your education? Write your ideas clearly and don't be vague. In other words, you must write what you think. Otherwise, how can you call reading experience when you have copied a long section of books and have no experience or little experience?

The third is to have analysis. Some students often write their feelings after reading into two paragraphs: the first chapter is how to write in the book, and I copied a big article myself. The second paragraph, a few simple phrases, what spirit I have learned and what I will do in the future. In this way, the content is very thin. A post-reading feeling must be analyzed. A certain point in a book or article is well written and enlightens you. Then you should talk about what is good, what inspires you, or what is unique, "special" and "wonderful" in writing, and write out these feelings in detail, so that the content of this reading experience will be enriched and enriched.

White clouds are a collection of blue sky, pure and pure; Stars are a collection of the night sky, and the light of the night sky is reflected in the flicker; The spray is a collection of the sea, and there is a surge of the sea in the scroll. ...

There are laughter and tears in my little collection, persistence and strength, youth and immaturity, courage and strength.

I like collecting emotions. Sadness, happiness, pain, sadness, melancholy ... all kinds of moods are like beating notes, intertwined from deep to high, composing a beautiful melody. Whenever the music plays, the mood will dance with it and go back to the past.

I like collecting impressions. A book, a song, a passage, a shot, or a move will always move me. Every touch is connected in series like a pearl, and this touch is gently buried in my heart.

I like collecting peace. As night falls, I sit at the window and count the stars in the sky, shining like diamonds. All the noise seems to be covered by this light, and everything is immersed in peace. How comfortable it is to precipitate your feelings in peace!

I like collecting romance. Under the cherry trees in the yard, when the wind blows, the petals spin and fly in the air. From a distance, a beautiful sakura rain is slowly falling. As a result, the heart also rotates in the air with the petals of cherry blossoms, experiencing the tiny happiness heating up rapidly in the air.

As time goes by, my collection is increasing, and my memories are getting thicker and thicker like a book. I like my collections, because they bring me endless happiness and imagination, just like the white clouds in the blue sky, the starlight in the night sky and the waves of the sea.

the second

Facts are stranger than novels. Some people like to collect calligraphy and painting, some people like to collect literature, some people like to collect clocks and watches … but I have a purring voice, which is my most precious collection.

Some people say that great love is silent, and great love is silent. But what I collect is love for sound.

I always liked sleeping with my father when I was a child, because it felt very practical. I always like to bury my head in my father's arms and then clamp my hands and feet tightly on my father, because he is full of meat. When I was a child, I just thought it was fun, and I had an unspeakable comfort in my heart. I just want to sleep all the time Dad always sleeps with a satisfied smile on his face and snores.

So, this snoring accompanied me to grow up day by day.

When I grow up, I haven't slept with my father for six years because I can't stand his earth-shattering snoring. Besides, I always close the door at night, for fear that some terrible snoring will disturb my dreams.

Not long ago, I went to the provincial singles, and my father insisted on accompanying me. He said it was my parents' responsibility.

My father and I share a room, take exams during the day and rest in the room at night. As the night deepened, my father had already fallen asleep, and there was his signature snoring. The sound is deafening and the tone is constantly changing. The narrow room seemed to vibrate with my father's snoring.

However, at this moment, I am thinking, yes, Dad, he is tired, and he needs a good rest. At this time, my father's snoring sounds natural. Although there is an aisle between us, our hearts are closely linked.

Love is silent, love is silent. My father raised me carefully for nineteen years with his selfless, silent and silent love. Father, these two simple but not simple words make me respect.

It was surprisingly quiet at night, except for my father's snoring. What a familiar voice it is. It is this voice that has quietly accompanied me for nineteen years. This is my lullaby when I was a child, and it is a note that accompanied me to grow up. In the future, it will accompany me to play the strongest voice in life!

Dad was still asleep, and a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face. He must have dreamed of me, that I slept in his arms as I did when I was a child, and that we were holding the most precious things in the world.

Good night, dad! Sweet dreams.

I will cherish this snoring forever, cherish this memory and cherish my father.