The first time I met him was at my aunt's house. I was at this end, and he was at that end, leaning against the old wall, looking down at his toes rubbing back and forth on the ground. On that day, he wore grand clothes, but he still couldn't hide his thin figure. He is my second father.

I crept up on him, which seemed to make him nervous. I stood up straight and forced a smile. I also smiled stiffly. In this way, a strange father came into my world.

In the next few days, dad didn't like to look up and kept trying. You know, when he got married, there were three more people to eat, and the burden of life would only make his head lower. Until one day, I finally saw my father's face clearly and convinced me that he would be a capable father.

My father is an interior decorator. Due to the sequelae of polio, his left leg is thinner than others, and he has seizures and limps when walking. That summer, the sun made people breathless. I've always wanted to visit my father's place of work. I can give him a bottle of mineral water today. The layout of this house is really beautiful as soon as you enter the door. I heard that it was designed by dad. "My dad will definitely build a better house for our family in the future!" I thought happily.

"Dad, where are you? I brought you mineral water! " I used the loudest voice of my life.

"Here, I'll be right there!"

I'll take a look inside. "Oh my God! It's so hot, dad, why are you so wrapped up! " Dad is like a refugee during the SARS period, wearing a white mask and a thick coat, even without leaving his hat behind.

"It doesn't matter, spray paint is poisonous, so how can it be done!" Dad sat down and took off his white mask and hat. I squatted down and handed him the mineral water. This is the first time I looked up at my father. His eyebrows are gray, and white paint is scattered around his eyes. Even the hand holding mineral water seems to have been soaked in white ash, revealing white palm prints. Just a drop of sweat slipped from my father's forehead to my hand, soaked the ash and dripped into my heart.

"Dad, you are so hard!" I looked my father in the eye and suddenly I panicked. My father's rosy eyes gradually shed tears, leaving two traces. I saw my father hurriedly bowed his head again, and tears fell on the back of his hand drop by drop, forming a small white flower. He quickly wiped himself, and then gave a simple smile, much like when we first met.

"Study hard, son." Dad, pass me the water bottle. Put on the mask and hat again, pick up the tools and start working.

That night, my father came back very late. I dragged him to the balcony and started our first chat.

"Dad, I like you very much." I looked at him.

Dad lowered his head again, and his dark face was slightly red.

"Make some money, live a good life and send you to college." Dad's head was lower and his voice choked.

I looked up and saw the burning sun. One day, I will hold my head high in the busy street and make me the greatest pride of my father's life.

Read it to you, grandma.

From my birth to my happy arrival in this world, my grandmother loved me the most. That kind of love is the endless water of the sea, the endless heat of the sun, and the meticulous care in my life. Because of this, I also love my grandmother very much.

When I was a child, I often played with my grandmother. When you are tired, you jump into her arms, listen to her stories and fall asleep slowly. At that time, I was an obedient boy. Until now, I still vaguely remember that when I was sick, my grandmother anxiously carried me to the hospital to register; Learn the children's songs from my hometown sentence by sentence with my grandmother, and then tell them to my grandparents. Everyone is very happy. Grandma was very sleepy at night, but I pestered her to tell interesting stories about her childhood. These scenes are often vivid and unforgettable.

I remember one time it was my grandmother's birthday. I made her a nice greeting card and gave her a surprise. When you come back from school, call her to look after things as soon as you enter the door. Grandma holds two kneading hands and vows. After squinting and tilting her head to hear what I said, she smiled and said, "Grandma made us noodles. Let's sit down and watch them after dinner! " As soon as I heard it, it was like a deflated ball, so I had to watch my smiling grandmother go into the kitchen and continue to work. As soon as I finished eating, I quickly showed my prepared gifts. Grandma knows it's a birthday present for her. The wrinkles on her face are like open chrysanthemum petals. She smiled from ear to ear and repeatedly said, "My granddaughter gave it to me for my birthday. My granddaughter knows to respect her grandmother. My granddaughter has grown up, hehe ... "Looking at grandma's white-haired and contented smiling face, the annoyance in the afternoon has already been thrown to the outside of the cloud nine, and my heart is full of happiness and comfort.

Later, when I was older and went to middle school, I suddenly felt that my grandmother became very nagging. Once after school, I came home in a bad mood with a failed test paper. Grandma saw me unhappy and asked with concern, "What's the matter? Not happy today? Why don't you talk? Have a good class at school. We should study hard now and don't turn a blind eye like grandma. Have you finished your homework? Go and write, grandma will cook for you, and grandma will do whatever you want. What do you want to eat, I ... "I couldn't help it any longer, shouting," Grandma, stop it, it's so annoying! " Say that finish, picked up the bag and ran into the room, slamming the door. After a while, I heard a bang outside the door, as if something was broken. When I opened the door, I saw a broken bowl on the ground. Grandma was tidying up and said to herself, "I'm old, it's useless, and I can't hold the bowl." I feel ashamed to see my grandmother working hard for my life, and I also blame myself for my mood just now.

Now, I live in a city far from my grandmother. I haven't seen her for a long time. I called the other day, and the conversation was full of her concern and care for me. I can't help crying at the thought of grandma's old face. ...

tears

Tears are bitter, but what we taste is its five flavors.

Sour parting tears, deep homesickness.

I remember the first time I left home when I was a freshman. My family told me to be safe and handle things carefully. They gave me a chance to taste tears.

It was before the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, and several companions and I embarked on the road to study. I felt a little sour for the first time. In the face of my hometown, which has raised me for more than ten years, I am familiar with everything here. Now I'm going far away and won't come back until next year. Tears filled my eyes. It is these warm tears that give me unlimited leisure. Just like drinking a bottle of yogurt, it is memorable, and the joys and sorrows of my hometown are covered up by these little tears.

When I was a student, I often missed everything in my hometown. Suddenly I came to a strange environment, and every face I saw was new, which made people think of everything at home.

"Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone. Everyone is turbid and I wake up alone." Qu Yuan saw that the fate of the country was in dire straits, and his ambition was dashed. He is ambitious, but no one can be trusted. Finally, he walked along the bank of the Miluo River in a long hair, lamenting: "If you don't help Zhuang and abandon filth, why not change it?" Hitchhiking to hire Xi, this is the first way to come to me. "Tears flow together, he didn't drag out an ignoble existence, since there is no sober person in this world, why not go to another world to be a sober person. How magnificent it is to throw yourself into the Miluo River!

Tears can also touch people, and moved tears can warm a cold heart. Olympic champions have been training hard since they were young, and they have been training for many years without interruption. They have experienced countless failures and shed more tears than sweat. They didn't lose heart, so they continued to train. When they stood on the podium of the Olympic Games, their tears jumped out of the box. With flowers in their hands and low-quality gold medals around their necks, they cried with joy in front of audiences all over the world. Tears flow into your mouth, sweeter than anything. Although the gold medal is not heavy, it is a testimony of their struggle, strength and glory.

Tears are also sour and naughty in childhood, and betrayal in adulthood has added a lot of sadness to us. But our parents raised us at all costs, and they didn't lose confidence because of our betrayal. Maybe they just cried silently and verified that sentence. We are the sand drifting into our parents' eyes. They often shed tears for us, but who can understand their pains? Their concern is understood by us as "arranged", and we are impatient when they say a few words. We just hope that they will disappear from our eyes as soon as possible, or just bury their heads and let them talk, thinking that you are always thirsty. Poverty inherits the wind! The tears they tasted were sour and spicy. Although we made them lose their sense of taste, they still tried to take a tolerant tissue to the "tear ditch" full of tears.

Eyes are clearer because of more tears and water, and hearts are warmer because of suffering. When you have tasted the ups and downs of tears, you have tasted the five flavors of the world. This is an exercise for us, and we can stand the blow. Failure is nothing. As long as we dry our tears and move on, what awaits us is success.

My unexpected discovery

I remember one summer, when the weather was too hot, my mother bought a big bag of mung beans and said that she cooked mung bean soup for me to relieve the heat.

The first time I cooked mung bean soup, my mother was resting at home. I am doing my homework. A small pot of mung bean soup has been cooked in the pot for more than an hour, and it has not been "rotten". As a result, I only drank a little clear "mung bean water" for dinner that day. After dinner, I cooked for a long time, and then drank delicious "mung bean soup" the next morning. I just knew it was so difficult to make mung bean soup!

When cooking mung bean soup for the second time, my mother washed mung beans and put them in the pot, turned on the induction cooker, and then said that she had something to do when she went out. Let me watch the pot for fear that it will overflow after boiling. I have to watch it.

After a while, hot air came out of the pot. I thought to myself, hey, why is it so fast today? Great, maybe it will be all right soon, then I will save trouble. I turned around happily, grabbed hawthorn pill from the glass fruit bowl on the dining table, and stood by the fire eating and watching.

At this moment, the telephone in the room rang. It was my classmate who asked me out to play. As soon as I heard it, my heart was happy. Hurriedly lifted the lid, picked up the rice spoon and mung bean, and put it in a bowl to blow hot air. "Oh, why is it still hard?" How can it not rot after being heated for a long time? "My heart is getting anxious." If the mung bean soup is not cooked, I can't go out to play with my classmates. I'm bored to death! "I thought, while combatively threw the rest of the hawthorn pill into the mung bean soup pot. Sitting there pouting and sulking in frustration.

At this time, the classmate's phone came again. My heart went to the stove, turned off the power and stopped cooking. You can go to the front and have a look.-Hey, mung beans are in full bloom! "Strange, just hard, how all rotten in the blink of an eye? Does mung bean know that I am unhappy? Haha, this is great, I can go out to play! " I put some in a small spoon and drank it, ah! It's delicious, and mung beans are soft.

I quickly turned off the power, locked the door and went to see my classmates.

In the evening, my mother came back and I asked her what was going on. My mother said, "Hawthorn and mung beans are cooked together, and mung beans are easy to cook." Because hawthorn is acidic, cooking with mung beans can help mung beans decompose. And mung bean soup is better than before hawthorn. "

Oh, I see.

I feel happy in my heart. I helped my mother with the housework, and I accidentally made a new discovery: using hawthorn to cook mung bean soup, hawthorn rotted quickly and the soup tasted better.

Happy summer vacation life

On the National Day in Wan Li, my mother and I went to the summer resort in Zhejiang happily.

These days, we visited Youcui Island by boat, surrounded by mountains and lush trees. Xiushui, the lake is crystal clear, and the visibility reaches 12 meters. Qiandao Lake, Tianmu River, clear water rafting. But my favorite place to go is Yaolin Wonderland, a wonderful underground world. The temperature is about12-18' C.

Yaolin Cave combines the beauty of form, stone scenery, water scenery, atmosphere and sound. You can visit more than 300 scenic spots, which is dizzying and refreshing.

As soon as I entered Yaolin Wonderland, I was attracted by the curvy cave landscape and was amazed by the profound and vast grand momentum of the cave. I also saw several landmark buildings: 1, Yinhe Waterfall, 7 meters high and 13 meters wide, which is a wonder of the world. Seen from a distance, it really flew down three thousands of feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way hung for nine days. 2. Yingzhou Hua Biao is about 2.4 meters high. It can be said that dripping water wears through the stone because the water drops at the top of the cave form calcium carbonate precipitation from bottom to top. 3, the jade column is the sky, from a height, a big and majestic giant column stands in the air, firmly supporting the 9,700 square meters cave hall, how spectacular the momentum is! Yaochi Yufeng is a rare stalagmite in fairyland. Different from other stalagmites, the jade peak in Yaochi is different from many stalagmites. Yaolin Cave is really beautiful. Beauty lies in nature! It's beautiful!

I really had a good time this time. I not only saw the magnificent scenery, but also spent a few days in a happy and fulfilling National Day life.

Students dressed in neat school uniforms, with childish smiles on their faces, came to the playground happily, sat neatly next to the playground according to their grades, and quietly waited for the arrival of the sports meeting. In the boundless sky, white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and the golden sun is hiding in the clouds at this time, as if like a shy lady, gentle and reserved, unwilling to show its magnificence. The cool autumn wind blows our faces from time to time. When the sports meeting was held, we couldn't feel the coolness of the autumn wind at all. At this time, our mood is excited with the start of the sports meeting.

At the beginning of the sports meeting, athletes enter the stadium first. Athletes dressed in neat clothes, accompanied by the athletes' March, walked into the venue with strong and neat steps and shouted loud slogans. ...

In the cultural performance, the girls in our class performed lively dumb bell exercises on behalf of the grade. Their skillful skills and wonderful performances won applause from all the teachers and students in the school.

After the sports meeting began, the athletes were full of energy and active in the sports field. At the beginning of the competition, there were long jump, dumbbell lifting and 100 meter sprint, but the most exciting and eye-catching event was the relay race. My class sent some boys and girls to take part in the competition. After the relay race started, the first athlete got ready for the start. At this time, with the teacher's password of "Prepare ……", the noise outside the stadium became silent. When the starting gun rang, the athletes ran forward like arrows. Hand in the stick, take the stick, everyone is chasing after me, and everyone is scrambling to be outdone. Cheerleaders outside the stadium are like a group of happy birds, unable to hold back their excitement. With the crisp gunfire, there was jubilation outside the stadium, and everyone excitedly cheered for the athletes inside: "Come on, come on". Finally, through unremitting efforts, our class won the third place in the grade group in the competition. Our class didn't get good grades in this competition, but the happy sports meeting brought us infinite happiness. ...

The happy sports meeting ended in a happy atmosphere, and the exciting scene still reverberated in my mind for a long time.

Happy June 1st.

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, finally looking forward to Children's Day, which is our children's own festival. But our school celebrated ahead of time and changed it to May 3rd1afternoon.

That afternoon, I was dazzled as soon as I entered the classroom. After introduction, I realized that our classroom was chosen as the "guessing room". A rope was tied from the north window to the south window, and riddles were hung on the rope. "Ah, I see, the answer to this riddle is mouth!" "No, the answer to this riddle is eyes." "The answer is probably cactus?" "The answer must be gloves ..." In this way, the students in our class basically guessed.

Then, the teacher arranged for us to go to Class 4 < 3 > next door to participate in the competition. Although it looks good, it is actually very difficult to set up. Only Qiao Siqi in the class got a grid book. Although it is only a small gift, it means a lot to Qiao Siqi.

Then throughout the fourth grade, we took part in an activity, that is, going to the "red scarf flea market" held by the multi-functional classroom. Each of our classmates has prepared a good book for sale, and I am no exception. I have prepared a book "Selected Excellent Compositions of Primary School Students". When I put the book in the "buy bookstore", many students took a fancy to my book and asked me for the price. For the students in our class, I want to sell it cheaper; For the other three categories, the price I sell is fifty cents more expensive. Finally, Hao from our class bought it at a high price of 50 cents from 3 yuan. Other students next to her looked at her in surprise, and even some students asked her why she did it. She only said, "This was originally 4 yuan's money, but Qiu Feng sold it to you with 3 yuan's money, which was too expensive. Besides, this book is very new. You have to buy 50 cents with 2 yuan money. Won't Qiu Feng suffer? " The students next to me blushed, so they probably learned their lesson. I also thank Hao. After thanking me, I began to buy books again. After careful selection, I chose Naughty Ma Xiaotiao.

Finally, the group leaders led us to participate in games such as "fishing" and "catching the ball".

How time flies! It's past 4 o'clock in the afternoon in a blink of an eye. All the students in our class have an idea. If only we wanted to hold such activities every week.

I hope I can come to such activities again!

Autumn color fu

"Autumn wind with autumn rain, cool night. There are many whistles and leaves are dancing. " Yes! Autumn wind is blowing, autumn rain is over, and autumn mother is busy putting golden clothes on the tree. Climb high and see far, just like a vast "sea of gold", the autumn wind sweeps away, leaves fall in succession, and some dance like butterflies; Some fly like orioles; Some people spin lightly like dancers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket.

Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits. I love the bright moon in autumn; Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; Love to see the clear Fenhe River reflecting the blue sky; I prefer to see pearl-like grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples covered with branches.

In autumn, chrysanthemums stand upright against the wind, graceful and proud. There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink ... colorful, beautifully dressed in autumn. There is not such a saying that "chrysanthemum is not preferred among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."

In autumn, towering mountains are covered with red leaves, which are like flames and sunset clouds, and seem to disdain cold and autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers".

How can this beautiful autumn color not be liked?

Enter autumn

When we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also fragrant the narrow paths in the fields.

The ears of rice are ripe, and the golden face is like beautiful gold, shining in the sun.

When sunflowers are ripe, they all bow their heads as if they were walking with their backs bent.

The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone put on a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. Cut off every branch.

Grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, as if grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, just like beautiful purple pearls. How beautiful these strings are!

Corn happily holds the red tassel, as if forgetting the troubles of a summer.

Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.

Wild chrysanthemums are also very fragrant in autumn. I walked on the narrow path in the field and gently smelled the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, which was as beautiful as roses, honeysuckle, morning glory and cactus flowers.

Autumn, there are golden ears of rice, autumn, there are golden ears of rice, shiny sunflowers, red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, red sorghum, so beautiful!

Ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season. I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.

Ah! How wonderful you are in autumn!

a letter

Dear Teacher Li:

Hello!

It's been two months since school started. In these short two months, I am very happy to get along with many students in my class. Plus, you care about us as a parent, which makes me overjoyed.

Let me talk about the past first! I have always been a very timid student. When I was studying in Banjiao Primary School, my teacher called me up to answer questions and always criticized me for saying that "the voice was too low". Indeed, sometimes the voice is so low that you can't even hear yourself. Teachers and classmates all say that I am too timid and my manners are not in place. So I made up my mind to get rid of this bad habit countless times, but in the end I failed. Dear teacher Li, what do you think?

Let's not talk about this. Let me be a tour guide and introduce my hometown. Speaking of my hometown, it is so poor, but so beautiful and charming. It is said that it is poor and backward because the land is barren, the crops in the field have no good harvest, and the villagers struggle to make ends meet. Hard work and thrift will never get rid of poverty. Here, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, the homesickness is strong, and it is beautiful and charming, which makes people linger. If you are free, please take a walk in our village. People in our village welcome you at any time.

I will stop writing this letter until I have time.

I am here to convey

welcome

Wish: Good health.

Everything goes well in your work.

Your student: Zhang.

October 20, 2005

Letter to Santa Claus

Dear Santa Claus:

Hello!

I am a child from China. My name is Zhang Yuheng. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, the annual Christmas is coming again. Now, this unique festival in western countries has also spread to China. Today is Christmas Eve. You see, your lovely portrait is posted in the streets and lanes, and everywhere in the shops. People are happy to buy Christmas presents and attend Christmas parties. What a festive scene!

I want to tell you secretly that this year, I expect many gifts, such as a beautiful watch, a drum set and a princess dress ... Oh, I want to go to many places: Disneyland, Britain, France ... Do you think I am an insatiable little girl who wants so many gifts? Although I have so many wishes to realize, if I can only choose one, I hope you can make children all over the world have a happy Christmas. Maybe you don't know, there are still many children suffering from pain and suffering all over the world: earthquakes, floods, plagues ... destroying their homes, taking away their relatives and threatening their lives. In this festival that attracts thousands of people's attention and revels all night, they are in a biting corner and their mood is so painful! Dear Santa Claus, can you make them forget their pain and find their old happiness? How happy they should be when they receive this gift from you! At that time, I will be as excited as receiving a long-awaited gift. Because children all over the world can have a happy and peaceful Christmas!

I look forward to your arrival!

hope

Health and longevity are always lovely.

Your little China fan: Zhang.