It is strange that there are 1 person in the 500-word composition of grade seven. Some things that seem unimportant to others are extremely precious and incredible. I, who is called "indifferent" to them, is so precious.
To others, he is a piece of broken paper seven or eight years ago, but to me, it is my most precious birthday present.
I was six years old and my brother was eleven. He studied painting for three years. He drew a little monkey. Maybe he always thought I was a monkey!
It was a piece of paper with eight slits. The little monkey on it looked real, wearing a tiger coat, a tight hoop on his head, a gold hoop in his hand and a somersault cloud on his feet. The background is foggy, like a fairyland in the western sky. There is also the color, which is evenly drawn without any mistakes. There is also a small flat peach in the upper right corner, and a six is drawn in the flat peach. This should be a symbol of my sixth birthday present.
Until last year, when I got home, I found that the photos on the table were gone. I won't know until I ask. I threw it away when they cleaned it up. I put on my coat at once and ran out of the door for fear of losing it, because it was my important thing.
I searched all the trash cans and trash cans and finally found him. It got dirty. Red Huang Dou has it. Almost a rainbow. It lost its original beautiful appearance and was smashed into a small piece. Seeing this, I couldn't help crying, but I took it home.
When I got home, I quickly wrung Puckilo dry with water and wiped it. I did this all night and finally put it on the balcony to dry.
Everyone has something important in his heart, but it's different for others. We must protect things that seem unimportant, because important things deserve our protection.
The composition of the seventh grade, with 500 words and two "teams", is a collection of strength. An excellent team is not only invincible, but also can achieve personal Excellence.
The teacher divided the class into several study groups to make progress together. At noon, it's time for collective study, and the sun is shining. I am lazy and sleep at my desk. In a daze, I heard my classmates translating ancient Chinese and said, "I was disappointed for a long time, but I regret it because of disappointment ..." I immediately felt sleepy. I looked around at my classmates: some were sorting out notes, some were reading famous books, and some were doing math problems ... My cold sweat seeped into my ears along my forehead, which made me feel ashamed and regretful: What reason do I have not to work hard? In this tense and full atmosphere, I picked up a pen and started writing nonstop. Awesome, my regiment, I dare not be lazy.
I failed the monthly exam, and so did Sun Shan. I slumped in my chair, staring at the paper with clouds, and lost confidence. At this time, the players at the front table turned their heads and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me and said, "It's nothing if I didn't do well in the exam once." Look, isn't there a whole group of students who can help you? " Other players also turned around and nodded with firm and encouraging eyes. My heart is full of emotions. After that, the team members accompanied me to recite ancient poems and dictate words in the morning. At noon, the English teacher sacrificed his lunch break to help me learn English. I still remember when I came home from school, there was a physics problem I didn't understand. I called my team. He patiently explained on the phone, fearing that I didn't understand, and drew a picture with a detailed reasoning process, marked it with different pen colors, and sent it to me on WeChat. I was moved by my team members, so I worked hard. With the help and promotion of team members, I entered the top ten of my grade, and I jumped three feet tall with joy. Awesome, my regiment, help me rise from the bottom.
The influence and promotion of the team made me a better self, awesome, my group!
My campus is a picturesque and famous experimental school in Hainan National Science Park. National Science Park is a fertile ground for new seedlings to grow; It is a paradise for students; It is the starting point of my dream to take off-I am proud to grow up in such a campus.
My campus is very big. Covers an area of more than one hundred acres! * * * There are four departments: preschool, elementary school, junior high school and senior high school. * * * There are four canteens and three dormitory buildings. It can accommodate 3,000 to 4,000 people living on campus at the same time, and students live in harmony like brothers and sisters.
My campus design is very unique. The buildings in the whole park are patchwork. Entering from the main entrance, the first thing you see is the beige building of the primary school. The whole building is like a big square U-shape and a U-shaped magnet with north and south poles, which firmly attracts us dolls who are eager for knowledge in this building. The corridor of primary school is connected with the canteen and dormitory of primary school on one side, and the corridor leading to the back door of high school on the other side, so that all departments are independent and integrated.
The upper part of the corridor is covered with iron sheets painted blue. In Hainan, a sunny and rainy place, this design ensures that we can avoid the sun and rain no matter where we go to school. Colorful light bulbs are hung on both sides of the corridor, and red lanterns are hung on holidays, which is especially warm when lighting at night. You see, what a unique and warm-hearted design this is.
My campus not only covers a large area, but also has a special design. It is also beautiful, just like a beautiful big garden.
The building of the primary school is milky white with orange stripes in the middle. For example, a woman in a white skirt with a striking orange belt. High school buildings are more beautiful, with a layer of blue glass, like a blue magic mirror, which cultivates many talented students every year. Beautiful teaching buildings, beautiful gardens and large green belts often make you relaxed and happy. Look, that piece of bamboo seems to inspire us to stand up like them. What I like best are the stout big banyan trees and the colorful flowers that are competing to open.
Friend, do you like my campus? Come and stay with me if you like! I will welcome you very much.
I am not a proud person. I like the feeling of hip-hop with all my friends. It's so warm. How sad I am without you.
I like to share your sadness and happiness.
My name is Xiao. I grew up in the south. When I was a child, I was a very good boy and smart. Everyone loves me very much and always holds me on their shoulders.
Look at me with a smile, call my name with a smile, small, small.
My home is like a bamboo hut, especially fresh and bright, with simple decoration and architecture, faint rivers and small pavilions. It is located in a delicate hut under several rich poplar trees, and the green leaves are still covered with snow. Occasionally, when the wind blows, those snowflakes fall from the trees like flowers. I have loved this place since I was a child. I sat quietly under the poplar trees and watched the birds in the sky whizzing by in the distance, as if to say to me, Xiao, do you want to see the sky? I don't know whether there are clouds or heaven.
My mother died when I was 1 1. I watched her fade away in front of me, and her eyes were still so warm and loving. I know I'm the one she's most worried about.
In a flash, I was in tears.
Mom, why didn't you hug me and why did you leave me?
A pain tore in my chest, and I felt the only fear before. Tears blurred my vision.
Mom, why did you leave me? Shaw was terrified. Don't leave me.
Tears have been flowing since I cried.
In this way, I grew up for a long time, without a bright smile but with Leng Jun's indifference, and I felt sad again. The gap between one life of youth and another life is full of tears.
I like to disassemble things since I was a child, but once I disassembled my father's Bluetooth headset, which made me regret it.
Here's the thing. I remember it was a Friday night, and my father just came home from a business trip and shouted, "Come and see, son, what have I brought?" I see it: it's a little blue and white thing. I haven't seen it before. I don't know what this is. I asked my father, "What is this?" Dad said, "This is a Bluetooth headset. With a Bluetooth mobile phone in the future, you can answer the phone anytime and anywhere. Put this Bluetooth headset in the drawer first and use it later. "
One Sunday a few days later, I finished my homework and remembered the Bluetooth headset my father brought back. Driven by curiosity, I found out the Bluetooth headset from the drawer. I opened the package and took out my headphones. I looked at it and thought: this thumb-sized thing can be plugged into my ear and can answer the phone anytime and anywhere. It's amazing! Let me see what's inside. I kept my word and took out my own tools for learning airplane models. In just a few minutes, the Bluetooth headset has become a pile of parts, and I don't think there are any complicated parts in it. I held them in my hand and tried to understand them. I wanted to put them back, but it took me an hour to put them back. It turned out that when I dismantled it, it was not standardized. Several parts were broken and I couldn't put them back.
In the evening, after my father came back, I told my father that the Bluetooth headset was broken. Dad asked, "What's the matter?" I explained in detail how to remove the Bluetooth headset. Dad looked at me and said, "son, it's good to be curious about everything." Many celebrities in history like to study and think about things in their homes when they are young. " This also cultivated their interest in science. But things like Bluetooth headsets are high-tech products. There's a lot of technology in it. Your age is beyond comprehension. Read the books on science first! "
After listening to my father's words, I feel that although my father didn't blame me, I still regret breaking the Bluetooth headset because of my recklessness.
After school, I walked on the path that had just rained, and I felt everything in front of me was so fresh. Suddenly, a small flower caught my eye. Its color is so bright, its posture is so touching, and people suddenly have a feeling of love. I went to Xiaohua, crouched down, touched its delicate petals and smelled its faint fragrance. This unique fragrance reminds me of her-Liuxiang.
Liu Xiang and I met in the spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. When I first met her, she gave me a good impression-elegant and generous, just like me, so we became good friends.
Liu Xiang likes reading very much. She has a motto: the moment you study, you can really feel the happiness of life. She spends a quarter of her time studying every day, so she has a wide range of knowledge and writes well. Under her influence, I gradually fell in love with reading and writing. She also likes Xiaohua very much. She said that even if the small flower turns into flower paste, it can still remain fragrant in the world. I also want to spread "fragrance" all over the world like a small flower. This is incredible. A girl of about ten years old can say such noble words, perhaps because she has read too much, so this sentence impressed me deeply.
Unexpectedly, she was smart enough to get an incurable disease. During the treatment, she actively cooperated with the doctor and did not shed a tear. Every time I go to see her, she is always reading. She saw me coming, smiled and talked to me, and looked at a bunch of flowers I brought her. As she talked, she was always talking about her indifferent view of life and death, and I couldn't help crying. At this time, she will wipe away my tears and tell me to learn to be strong. A few days later, when I went to see her again, I didn't see her. I know she's gone, gone forever. ...
Liu Xiang, I will always remember you!
Our Chinese nation has a long cultural history, and drama is one of the dazzling pearls, shining on the land of China. Drama is a unique artistic culture of the Chinese nation. For thousands of years, it has influenced China and the world with its unique artistic charm and profound cultural connotation.
Huangmei Opera is one of the five major operas in China, with far-reaching influence. It originated in Huangmei County, Hubei Province, and developed from folk ballads. It is good at lyric, full of charm, beautiful and beautiful, its singing is like flowing water, euphemistic and fresh, delicate and moving, with a strong earthy flavor, easy to understand and popularize, and is deeply loved by people everywhere.
In terms of repertoire, Huangmei Opera is known as "36 major dramas and 72% small dramas". The play mainly shows the people's dissatisfaction with class oppression, the disparity between the rich and the poor and their yearning for a free and beautiful life. Most of the plays show fragments of rural laborers' lives. The main repertoires are: Fairy Couple, Female Xu, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Story of Rope, Tears of Mother, Three Searches for the Country House, Story of Buckwheat, etc. Among them, the immortal couple is the most famous, which has been adapted into TV series and movies.
The Fairy Couple mainly tells the story that the seven fairies hated the barren days in the Heavenly Palace and fell in love with Yong Dong out of sympathy, so they ignored the strict rules of heaven and ran to earth. Under the Huaiyin tree, I met Yong Dong and poured out my heart to him, so they got married. Two couples are looking forward to the future, looking forward to happiness, when they suddenly hear the jade emperor's will to let the seven fairies return to the palace immediately, otherwise it will be a disaster for Dong Yong, and the seven fairies will have to be separated from Yong Dong ... "Birds in the tree are in pairs, and green mountains and green waters laugh. From now on, I will no longer suffer from slavery, and both husband and wife will go home ... "This beautiful love is completely integrated into the beautiful Huangmei opera, which makes the audience amazed and relaxed.
Huangmei opera is simple, simple to sing and simple to say ... generations of farmers have learned simplicity in opera, such as dirt and no impurities.
I have always been prejudiced against the disabled in my mind, and I feel that most of the disabled people I have seen are decadent and useless until that meeting and seeing that figure …
During the long summer vacation, in addition to finishing the homework that must be done, I just hang out with my classmates endlessly. That day, I came back from my classmate's house. Under the scorching sun, I am sweating like rain, and I just want to go home.
I want to buy a bottle of water in the small supermarket next to the bank. Just then, a man came from a distance, walking in a strange posture, and looked at him curiously: disabled! And very young, looks only in his early thirties.
He walked forward step by step with two crutches. Alas, it's pathetic to be disabled at such a young age!
He gradually approached, his eyes lit up, and when he walked to the door, his crutch accidentally slipped, and I subconsciously leaned aside. He turned his head and nodded and smiled at me. Smile brightly, in sharp contrast with his legs, as if the disabled legs had no effect on him.
I can't help following the disabled uncle.
He went in and took some bottles of water from the shelf with the help of the supermarket owner. Holding crutches firmly in both arms, supporting the payment, holding some waste newspapers in his hand, and holding a plastic bag with water in his mouth.
It seems that the weight is not light. Every step he takes will shake a few times, and beads of sweat will flow down his cheeks. He just repeated the action step by step, as if he were tireless-although he could clearly see his T-shirt sticking tightly to his skin.
He finally walked out of the supermarket gate and came to the tricycle parked on the street. He threw waste paper and plastic bags into the car and said something to the driver of the tricycle with a smile. At this time, I found that people who drive tricycles are also disabled, and the lower half of their trouser legs are empty.
Suddenly, my heart seemed to be hit by something: that smile seemed brighter than the sun in the sky and shone into my heart.
She is only 38 days older than me, and I am half a head taller than her. Although I am a little embarrassed, I must call her sister. We grew up together, and life can be linked by an equal sign. When we were young, we were both so cheerful. In her words, we were cheerful and heartless. Only remember happiness, not sadness.
He came to say goodbye to me in the summer vacation of grade 6. A few days later, she and her parents went to Wuxi, Jiangsu. I didn't see her off that day. I stayed alone in the house, lying in bed, suddenly remembering the picture of my childhood, thinking of leaving, and letting my tears slip quietly. At that time, my heart was a little empty and sad, which was something I had never tasted before!
In the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, my thoughts drove me to embark on the train to Wuxi. Two years later, we met again. I stayed at her house for a few days. In just a few days, I found that the difference between us is so great. She is still so heartless and cheerful. The QQ space is full of jokes, but my bones are full of sadness. The QQ space is full of melancholy articles. Even a broken flower reminds me of my sadness. Actually, it's not that I don't want to be happy, but that I'm not good at finding happiness.
The night before I left, my sister and I were lying in the same bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. At that time, the bell rang at two o'clock, and we turned our heads and opened our mouths almost at the same time. Even what we said was surprisingly similar: I asked her why she was so happy and she asked me why I became sad. I shook my head and sighed: There are too many imperfections in life, how can I be happy? She smiled and whispered, then you can collect some beautiful things. She jumped out of bed and brought a small locker to show me the same content: the composition of the first grade was approved by the teacher as "well written"; The greeting card sent by my classmates says "Happy forever". Some old sunshine dolls have faint smiles ... When I got up in the morning, my sister was smiling at the blooming flowers outside the window. I murmured that autumn will wither and winter will wither. My sister shook her head, but she still smiled. "No, I have remembered its bloom today, and it will still warm my heart in winter, because it has already opened in my heart."