When I was in the third grade of junior high school, the head teacher was a male teacher in his thirties. I still remember that Chinese class clearly. He asked, "Why did the Monkey King make a scene in the sky? What is the purpose? " The whole class is quiet and no one knows. Then I said loudly, "To show his authority." Then he clapped his hands, and the whole class was shocked and clapped their hands. Somehow, I was right.
To tell the truth, I don't have a good impression on the head teacher. I didn't spend every day chatting with him like other students. His shoulders are generous and powerful. Whenever I see his shoulders, I always feel a sense of security, but I really hate this feeling, especially from him.
On the third day of that year, I was at the bottom of my class. I often fought with others and mixed with people who were no three or four. That day, he talked to me. Say, "How many times have you violated discipline? Are you so worthy of your parents and yourself? " ? In grade three, don't you think about the future high school? ""You take care of me, you have classes, and I do my thing. " I answered impatiently. Just as I was about to turn away from this annoying old man, he stopped me again and said meaningfully, "There are some roads that you can only walk by yourself. If you cross this mountain, you will see the flowers in spring. " At this moment, my heart was inexplicably moved.
I have been chewing his words since then, so I began to change myself and try to cross this mountain, but when I crossed it, I found that what I saw was still a dead sea. "Hey, prodigal son back? Are you lying to me? " "Hum, just like you ..." "Be good?" He accepts the cynicism and supercilious look of his classmates every day. At the beginning of the first Chinese class, he strode in and said, "If I hear someone talking about a classmate behind my back again, I don't want to come to school. What did your parents teach you? Are all dogs? ..... "Said a series of rude words, but I clearly saw the gentleness of the head teacher under the strong light, and clearly saw the invisible generous shoulders, which brought me a strong sense of security, but these shoulders had to bear the strange eyes and opinions of many people.
From then on, I began to concentrate on my study. Everything in society has nothing to do with me.
Although I worked hard, after the last mock exam, my scores were still far from those of key high schools. That night after school, I ran five times on the playground in tears, and then I lay on the lawn and blew a cool breeze. At this time, the head teacher came over and sat next to me. He was silent for a long time and said, "Do you know? You are the most manly boy I have ever seen. " This time, I held the head teacher's shoulder and cried again. This time, the tangible shoulder that once made me hate brought me a lot of comfort. But I didn't realize that I cried in front of the teacher, which was the first time for me. The cool summer breeze gently brushed my face and took away all my sadness.
After the senior high school entrance examination, I was admitted to the ideal key high school as I wished. Whenever I am tired at night and want to be lazy, I seem to catch a glimpse of the generous and powerful shoulders of the old man on my back under the light. ...
The most unrequited, outstanding and sublime love in the world is maternal love. Don't ask for anything in return, because her love only needs hard work and no income; Outstanding, because her love lies in general, ordinary and simple; Noble, because her love is to use life as milk to feed me and make my life sustainable, energetic and bright.
I don't know how to explain my mother, because her shallow daily life often vibrates with different daily pulse rates.
Maternal love is an endless equation. As I grew up, there were new solutions, which gave me a different understanding.
First, people should learn to be independent, self-reliant and strong.
I still remember when I was a child, I always saw many children of the same age going in and out of the campus under their parents' shuttle bus, but I was always on campus alone, shuttling back and forth on the way home. I'm a little sad and feel like a boat in the vast ocean, helpless. One day, I yelled at my mother to send me to college, but she didn't agree. She squatted down to comb my clothes and trousers and said to me earnestly: Only when the goose leaves her mother's wings can she learn to spread her wings and fly and find a sky that belongs to her. The same should be true of people. You can't rely on others You should learn to be independent, self-reliant and strong, so as to fight the storm in the journey of life. At that time, after listening to my mother's words, I was puzzled and stepped into the road of studying alone in my mind. Now, I really understand what my mother said, because I really learned to be lonely and strong.
Second, if you really know that you are wrong, you don't need others to say more, and your true self-reflection is the most effective.
When people reach their teens, they always feel that their mothers talk too much and love to ramble about trivial matters for a long time. What clothes are untidy, my hair is too messy, and I don't even know if I have done some things, but my mother always helps me cook.
And whenever I really make a mistake, she never scolds me. Needless to say, she keeps silent. I asked my mother why. He said: if a person really knows that he is wrong, he doesn't need others to say more. His true self-reflection is the most effective.
Because of my mother's education, I think twice before I do anything, to ensure that I can get rid of all evil things, to maintain a sense of urgency, and to make the development trend of things closer to my original heart.
Third, the road is your own choice, you need to go on by yourself, do self-analysis and choose the right road.
In the flower season, I often hear people complain that mothers supervise themselves as if they were supervising criminals. In daily life, which mothers peek at their diaries, some people start spying on the military situation as soon as they call, so they hear someone calling: I want to be free, I want to belong to my own indoor space. It seems that all this has never happened to me. I sometimes even wonder if my mother doesn't pay much attention to me. My mother bluntly said: I chose the road by myself, so I need to walk by myself and analyze it by myself. Choose the right path.
At this time, I woke up like a dream, and there was no obvious generation gap between my mother and me. Because everything I say and do is reflected in my usual communication with my mother, my mother and I seem to have come to a completely different realm of life.
Cherish the tears shed for me and cherish the time given to you. Who can be indifferent and indifferent? I want to cherish my mother's lifelong cultural education.
I want to say to you: mom, thank you for helping me with my cultural education, which has made me understand a lot. I thank you!
With the thunder of the train, a young man dressed simply and cleanly got off.
On the winding and rugged mountain road, he walked slowly step by step, and the heavy luggage bent his waist and made him breathless. Sweat has already wet his white shirt, but he still keeps walking, and it is his dream that supports him to move on. His dream is to give children in mountainous areas a good education.
After he graduated from normal school, his parents arranged a job for him to teach in a key high school in the city. But he didn't follow his parents' wishes and decided to teach in the mountains. Anyway, his parents don't agree. Because of this, he quarreled with his parents and left without saying goodbye to them.
When he thinks of the mountain children's thirst for knowledge, he has unlimited power.
The teaching place is called xiaohe village, because in the depths of the mountains, poverty has become an indelible synonym for dozens of generations in xiaohe village. At first, there was no school in the village, but with the help of the government, a humble school was built. All the teachers who came here to teach left because they couldn't stand the hardship of living conditions, except him.
He is the only teacher in the school and is required to teach every subject. At school, he has to cook by himself, and the water he uses needs to be pumped from the spring at the foot of the mountain, packed in bags and carried on his shoulders. Every morning before dawn, he will fetch water. Every time he carries water with his shoulders, his shoulders will always be flushed, and sometimes he will grind out bleeding bubbles. Over time, a thick layer of calluses will be ground on his shoulders. Besides, he had to cross the river with his children on his back. There is a river at the foot of the mountain. Although the water is not deep, it is quite wide. Just on the way to school. The children who come to school are very young. He is afraid of any accident to the children. He will go to the river in advance every day to wait for them to cross the river. When crossing the river, the child lay on his shoulders, full of laughter. Whenever this happens, his heart is very happy, sweeter than eating honey. He had forgotten the pain in his shoulder until he corrected the children's homework at night. After a long time, the pain became more and more serious. He tried not to see a doctor.
I am one of his students. My parents died, my grandparents dragged me, and my life was poor. My grandparents' only hope is to let me study hard and go to college in the future. He always helps me. The problem I met was that he always told me to carry me across the river and give me books every day. Sometimes when I miss my parents, he will let me lean on his shoulder and tell me to be strong and never give up easily no matter what difficulties I encounter. In my subconscious, I have long regarded him as my biological parents.
He stayed in xiaohe village for thirty-three years, and then he was paralyzed from overwork. Even so, he didn't leave, constantly teaching the children in wheelchairs.
After graduating from high school, I went to see him, and I cried on his thin shoulders ... I deeply know that he dedicated his shoulders to the children in xiaohe village!
Sitting on the fast-moving train, I thought to myself, "I want to go to normal school, and I will use my shoulders to give the children in the mountains a blue sky in the future!" " "
During the National Day holiday, I carefully read the book Building Dreams. One vivid and interesting story makes me feel that hardworking China people and beautiful Zhejiang people are building their dreams step by step.
Among them, the article "Little Shoulder Love" is particularly touching. The protagonist's name is Shen Hong. Because her adoptive parents are seriously ill, life is getting worse and worse. /kloc-at the age of 0/0, she took the initiative to clean the road for her foster mother. She worked hard to support and warm her parents, and wanted to take them to see the outside world in the future. Shen Hong supported this difficult home with her small shoulders and practiced her love for her parents with practical actions. She firmly believes that persistence can realize her dream.
I deeply feel that the realization of dreams is as small as individuals and as big as countries. I can't help but think of this year's G20 summit. In addition to the government's improvement of hardware facilities, countless Qian Qian volunteers have devoted themselves to the torrent of "escorting G20 and being a good host", which has enhanced Hang Cheng's soft power.
I was the first to volunteer when the school issued the G20 family volunteer registration form. After professional training, my mother and I took the initiative to accept the tasks of community security patrol, bus station duty, fire safety knowledge propaganda, checking whether there are floating objects in the river, and checking the safety of electricity consumption in rental houses.
Hang Cheng in summer is called "half a small stove", and the sun bakes the earth like a steamer. I and other volunteers were arranged at Zhao Hui District 2 Station on Shangtang Road, and we stood beside the bus stop. The sun makes us sweat, sticky and irritable. The car passed by, rolling up waves of heat waves, even with the exhaust gas straight into the nostrils. Hey, if only I could blow the air conditioner at home! But when I think that we are volunteers in Hangzhou, the window of civilization and etiquette, so many pairs of eyes seem to be looking at me on the way. I immediately straightened up and smiled to keep the order of getting on and off. I am so happy to help the weak get on the bus, give directions to passengers who need to get off the bus and say "thank you". My heart is full of love for serving the G20.
In the evening, my mother went to check the electricity safety of the rental house. Most residents are very cooperative with G20, but there are exceptions. My mother and other volunteers advised me several times, but the man was still indifferent. Mother had a brainwave and called us little volunteers out. Five or six of our volunteers waited until after 8 o'clock in the evening, when the rented room was lit, wearing little red riding hood and the red armband of "Safe Patrol", and set off proudly and quickly. The adults are not at ease and quietly follow not far away. We knocked on the door lightly. When the man saw that it was some Xiao Pi monkeys, he was embarrassed. We called "Hello Uncle" sweetly, but he smiled and invited us into the house. We pointed to the place where the wires were wound into a ball, and vividly told the knowledge that the unsafe use of electricity would cause a fire. Maybe we are sweet-mouthed, or maybe he feels a little ashamed in front of the children and is embarrassed to put away the wires on the ground. Ah, the little volunteers really played a role. We are proud of the realization of our small value.
Participating in G20 security escort made me feel the power of volunteers. It is precisely because countless volunteers in Hang Cheng have United into a rope with their little shoulders, and have handed in a satisfactory answer sheet and a great love for the success of the G20 Summit!
Students, G20 makes us more energetic. On the road of building dreams, we should be as brave as Shen Hong, and Qi Xin, like all G20 volunteers, and Qi Xin should work together to closely link personal dreams with those of Zhejiang and the motherland, unite as one, and hold up the realization of a beautiful Chinese dream with everyone's small shoulders!
After Tomb-Sweeping Day, most of the rape flowers in the field have withered, and there are peach blossoms and azaleas everywhere. The sun often hangs high in the air, but it often puts away his smiling face and puts on his gloomy side, and then gives you a baptism of rain. Under the nourishment of rain, flowers and plants are as green as ointment. However, in this sunny and rainy season, some old people can't stand it and have been admitted to the hospital.
Grandma is old and sick. This time she has a cerebral infarction again. On the day of hospitalization, my father took me directly to the hospital. The low ceiling, the ward for two people, the noise of people visiting their loved ones, mixed with the smell of medicine in the air. With such a familiar smell, I seem to be a frequent visitor here, because my relatives are often hospitalized: grandpa had a car accident and grandpa lived with a blocked blood vessel. This time it was grandma, who was admitted to the hospital ward for the second time for several weeks at a time. Whenever relatives are in trouble, my father is the busiest. My father is the only child in my family, and my mother has a sister. Tasks such as picking up and dropping off, going through hospitalization procedures, and visiting are firmly on my father's shoulders.
My father and I came to grandma's bed, and grandma sat on the bed with one hand on it. When she saw me coming, she squinted at me, her mouth slightly tilted, and the wrinkles on her face were slightly smoothed. She called my name cheerfully and looked at her father apologetically, as if to say, "I'm sorry for giving you trouble again." Father quickly picked up all kinds of report forms, read them carefully, and hurried to the nurse to ask about all kinds of situations. Father often runs like this. Before leaving, my father comforted my grandmother and told her to take care of herself. In this way, grandma sent away our backs with reluctant eyes.
Walking out of the hospital, twilight has enveloped the earth, and the traffic and feasting in the city seem oblivious. The tragedy of heart abuse behind the smile is staged in the hospital. But we were all silent, no one spoke, and the family kept this quiet all the time.
It's windy outside again, banging on the window violently, and the window is shaking and making a "bang" sound. My father asked me to take out my exercise book. Father's tall figure formed an outline on the desk, blocking a large area of light. I think I am about the same height as my father, and my grandmother will joke, "You can wear your father's clothes." But his mother said, "No, his shoulders are not as wide as his father's."
I can always have broad shoulders to support him like my father.
My father continued to tell me about the topic, and his loud voice seemed to change the sound of the wind beating on the window.
My father always explains this topic so loudly. Even a few days after he came back from the hospital, he was still so loud in class. My mother always tells him to keep his voice down. In a short time, his loud voice rose in the classroom again, like a tireless petrel full of fighting passion, or he moved his laborious steps after class, showing a stumbling silhouette in the classroom window and looking at his figure. I want to rush up and pick him up, but I have too many things to face.
In the next few days, my father always grabbed a bowl of rice and disappeared. I didn't know my father had visited my grandmother until I asked my mother. Then I brought it back to the moonlight, and my father scolded me again. In the light, my father's broad shoulders are connected, one is family and the other is career.
Home, because of my father, I have the backbone and class. Because of my father, I have the vitality. Because of my father, the elderly have the dependence. Because of my father, I have everything. I, my mother, the old man and the students are my father's world.
The first time I rode on my father's shoulder, I thought, when can I grow as strong as him?
Therefore, on the arduous and long road of growth, my father became the yardstick of my life. Every once in a while, I would walk up to him and scream, "Dad, don't move, don't move! You see, I will soon be as tall as you! "
Such years, after all, are like spring flowers in the courtyard. I no longer compare with my father, rely on his shoulders or even talk to him. We finally formed a Chinese-style father-son relationship, with a cold appearance and a warm heart. To me, he and his mother seem to be two different institutions. He is responsible for punishing all my indiscretions and mistakes with a ruler and pimp, while my mother is responsible for sheltering all his sins and punishments with tears and love. I remember many years ago at the end of summer, I wandered on the roof and looked at the dried millet. The peach trees in the next yard, like a pair of big open hands, crossed the high fence and leaned on the roof in the afternoon. Full fruits fall among the lush green leaves, like dazzling lanterns in the dark, which makes people dizzying.
Hiding behind the lush foliage, there is a great struggle in my heart. My father's usual teachings and restless emotions at the moment have formed two huge waves, which make me feel at a loss and uneasy. I don't want to throw away my good ideas, but I don't want to leave. That tree full of rich peaches, like a frozen negative, floats in a tumbling mind.
After all, I put my weak hands in the green leaves swaying in the wind. Father witnessed the whole thing from the downstairs window. On that day, I not only suffered the most severe beating in my life, but also was ordered by my father to take the stolen peaches to my neighbor's house to apologize. When my mother came back from the field, my father was holding a slender whip and preparing to execute me on the spot. My mother grabbed the black whip and cried and held me in her arms. As a result, I escaped the extremely harsh disaster in the second half. I remember what my father said. He glared at his mother: "A loving mother is a loser!" " In my opinion, this incident is a turning point in my relationship with my father. Subconsciously, I suddenly found that this kind man with a moustache has such a terrible side.
Before long, I was lying in bed with a high fever. Mother stays in front of the bed all day, asking questions. Although I didn't mention it to my mother at that time, I firmly believe that the root cause of this serious illness is that I didn't eat peaches and got beaten. When my father hurried to the city behind my back, I was already in a trance because of illness. My mother said that I leaned against my father's shoulder all the way, chanting peaches, peaches.
When I woke up from my sleep, I saw a pallor around me. I still miss those full peaches. My father asked the nurse who came to give me an injection in a low voice, "Can he eat peaches?" The nurse said, "It's too cold to eat. If you really want to eat, you have to stew it with rock sugar. "
A few hours later, my father came from the road outside the window. On his broad shoulders, there is a brown net bag full of huge peaches. Mother borrowed a fire from a nearby restaurant and brought me warm peaches. ...
Today, I still remember my father's shoulder that day. He made me never dare to cross the moral bottom line and repeat the mistakes of my childhood. For the rebellious son, the father's shoulders are both severe punishment and firm love and tolerance.
In my eyes, the most solid thing in the world is not cold steel, and the warmest thing is not luxurious cushions, but my father's shoulders.
When I was a child, I liked to sit on my father's shoulder. This is my most comfortable seat, the strongest seat, the warmest seat and the most imposing mount. It's so happy to sit on his shoulder. I feel taller than my father, and I can see the farther scenery. I think I can touch the blue sky and pick those clouds from the sky like cotton candy. I think I can catch that bird and let it drag me to soar freely in the blue sky. This is much better than those electric cars and merry-go-rounds that other rich children take. Because it is not a cold machine, but a shoulder full of love and warmth.
When I was a child, I also liked to put my little hand on my father's shoulder. This is my best carousel. Dad told me to hurry, and he turned and turned, and I followed him around. Very interesting. I feel like I'm flying and dancing happily in midair. Lightweight body seems to blend in with the wind. It is so light, as if you can jump high on your little toes in mid-air and then try to draw a beautiful arc, just like those powerful ballerinas on the stage.
I hope I can always enjoy my father's warm and firm shoulders. But I grew up day by day, from a little doll to a little girl. By the time I went to primary school, my father's shoulders could no longer bear the weight. I, on the other hand, didn't realize it at all and didn't understand it at all. I have been thinking that my father will let me sit on his shoulder again one day and let me sit on the shoulder carousel again. Always willfully let my father realize my unreasonable wishes quickly. My father always said, "Next time, next time." And I'm still so unreasonable.
In the second grade, my unreasonable wish came true, but I also lost the opportunity to enjoy my shoulders forever. I sat on my father's shoulder, ready to enjoy the happiness of the past, but I didn't find that my father's shoulder was not as solid as before, and my father was struggling to help me up. Suddenly, my father let out a cry of pain. I hurried back to the ground and shouted in panic, not knowing what to do.
Finally, dad was sent to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I sobbed and said to the doctor, "Uncle Doctor! What happened to my father? Is his life in danger? is all my fault！ is all my fault！ I shouldn't be so willful, you must help me! Uncle doctor! " The doctor quietly led me into the ward without saying anything.
"dad! Dad! What's the matter with you? Did I hurt you? Is it my fault? " I told my father anxiously that I cried even harder. "Silly boy." Dad smiled and said, "Dad is fine, but he is useless when he is old. I'm afraid I can't let you sit on your shoulders and watch the scenery and sit on the carousel like you did when you were a child. " That day, I always guarded my father and cried beside him.
Now, I am completely used to not enjoying my father's shoulder. But the solidity and warmth of my father's shoulders will remain in my memory forever.
Excellent composition on shoulders 8 He turns his emotions into colorful paintings, interweaves his true self into a melody with surging thoughts, writes sincere feelings into flowing words, and carries the weight of life with thick shoulders. ...
On this pale moonlight night, he sat alone on a low pine mountain, a pot of sake accompanied by thousands of tears, and his face was haggard and lonely in the moonlight. He must have been driving for a long time before he came back here. He didn't have time to wash the dust off his face or tidy his white sideburns. He just wants to come back here as soon as possible and have a good look at this woman who haunts him. He seemed to see her leaning against the window, her long black hair pouring down. But now, only the grave in the shadow of the pine tree silently answered his call. His hand gently touched the grave, slowly spilled sake on the grave, stared deeply and turned resolutely. How sad it is! Once a couple loved each other deeply, but now he is alone, but he has not sunk. He propped up this grief with a solid shoulder, propped up his left-behind home, propped up his deep yearning for his dead wife with his shoulders, and turned it into a thousand-year-old saying:
"Ten years of life and death is incredible and unforgettable. A lonely grave, nowhere to talk about the desolation, even if you meet it, you should not know it, travel-stained, and your temples are like frost ... "
This is Su Shi's shoulder, and Su Shi shoulders the memory of his dead wife.
The yellow dog is on the left, and the goshawk is on the right. Riding on a galloping horse, wearing gorgeous clothes, riding a tall horse, striding across the flat hills, he drew his bow and shot arrows, and the whistling sound penetrated the clouds in the sky, shining with dazzling light. This is his loyal praise to the hero and a brave medal. He picked up a bowl of wine in the chancellorsville, drank it without saying a word, wiped his mouth and filled it. He was so embarrassed that he completely forgot the silver thread on his temple. He vowed to unify Dasong with our king! Once again, he propped up the iron-blooded heart of serving the motherland with his shoulders, shouldered the lofty ambition of unifying the Great Song Dynasty, drank a glass of wine, reflected his blushing cheeks, and shouldered the loyalty and morality! He splashed ink and wrote:
"Old talk about juvenile madness, drawing yellow on the left and pale on the right, wearing a golden hat, mink and fur, and riding a thousand horses to hold a festival in the cloud. When will you send Feng Tang? I will bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. "
This is Su Shi's shoulder, and Su Shi carries his loyalty to the motherland with his shoulders.
His enthusiasm for serving the motherland was destroyed by small groups and he was demoted again and again. From Beijing to Huangzhou, Mizhou, Hangzhou, Huizhou, and even to the desolate Hainan, he is obsessed with the whole world, serving as an official and benefiting one side. There are Su Causeway in Hangzhou and Su Gong Temple in Huizhou. The court treated him badly, but he never treated the people well. He carried people's livelihood on his shoulders, built water conservancy projects and provided disaster relief. He is open-minded and does not hold the evil of intrigue, but puts the country and people in a more important position than falling out of favor and humiliation. He supported the heart of loving life and caring for the people with his shoulders, and shouldered the lofty ambition of "being able to accompany the jade emperor on the top and begging for children on the bottom".
This is Su Shi's shoulder, and Su Shi bears the heavy responsibility of people's livelihood with it.
There were many literati stones in ancient times, but only Su Shi had such thick shoulders. Tao Yuanming just wants to hide in the peach blossom garden of the spirit, but leaves a piece of filth to the world and enjoys leisure by himself; Du Fu, who really cares about the country and the people, gave up the important task of serving the people. However, Lu You and Xin Qiji put setbacks in the first place. They are full of melancholy and unfulfilled ambitions, giving people the feeling that their shoulders are fragile ... Only Su Shi has such thick shoulders, which is related to the people and the country, and to the kinship of flesh and blood.
Looking up at Su Shi's shoulder, it is a mountain. ...