The sun is shining and the spring breeze is blowing. Tomb-Sweeping Day's father took me to drive to Heitieshan in the eastern suburb of Zhangdian, Zibo. Under the leadership of an enthusiastic peasant grandmother, we arrived at Heitieshan smoothly.
There are some adults with children, some men and women help each other, and the largest number is college students. They held red flags and banners, took photos in front of the monument and swore an oath. Following the flowing crowd, we first visited the Memorial Hall of the Anti-Japanese Armed Uprising. It is reported that since the Lugouqiao Incident on July 7, 1937,/kloc-0, the Japanese invaders invaded China crazily, and the anti-Japanese armed forces led by Yao, Liao Rongbiao, Ma Yaonan and Zhao Mingxin staged a magnificent anti-Japanese drama in Heitieshan.
Out of the memorial hall, we walked along the steps to a platform, that is, the magnificent monument to the heroes of Black Iron Mountain. There are two roads up the mountain, one is a manually dug step, and the other is a steep primitive mountain road. There are tourists marching on each road. My father asked me tentatively, "Which way shall we go?" Dad didn't expect me to answer without thinking: "Take the original ecology with challenges." It was ok to walk at first, but soon it was difficult to walk up the hill. We stopped and climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking back is amazing! The road behind is really dangerous. You can see the city in the distance. Cars at the foot of the mountain are like toys, and pedestrians are like ants.
There are many people on the mountain, and the space is very small. They all gathered together. We found a shelter, had a rest and walked down the artificially dug mountain road. The way down the mountain was easy, and I soon got to the parking lot. There are still many people here, but most of them rest, eat, drink, bring or buy lunch there. With respect for our ancestors, with memories of this mountain, and with the harvest of climbing with our father, we reluctantly left Heitieshan.
I have a scar on my right hand. This is from an accident when I was a child. This also taught me a lesson. Here's the thing:
One day on National Day, several students in our class made an appointment to go to Xiao Gan's house to play. When I arrived, everyone arrived. The boys are all playing video games in the room. When the female students are watching TV. We found that there was nothing to watch on TV, so we went to the balcony to chat. Chatting and chatting, the weather is cold, and we want to play in the room. Who knows that their male classmates bully others and won't let us in. What do you mean we can't play games around here? We insisted on pushing the door in, and their male classmates were not to be outdone. They just won't let us block the door. In order to protect rights, we decided to unite all female students and compete with their male students to see who can't compete with who.
The upper part of Xiao Gan's door is glass and the lower part is iron. I saw other female students pushing the iron gate, so I pushed the glass myself. We worked hard together on both sides, and we were evenly matched, and neither of us allowed anyone. Because the lower part of the door is stressed on both sides, only one side of the upper part of the door is stressed, and the glass can't bear it, so it broke with a bang, and my hand was cut, and the blood slowly flowed down. Male students dare not push any more.
Xiao Gan helped me sit on the sofa and put a band-aid on me. Take me to the hospital at once. As a result, I had two stitches and couldn't write for a week. When the needle was taken out, it left a scar.
Every time I see this scar, I think of this lesson. This shouldn't have happened.
This makes me understand: everything should be cautious, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.
A friend gave me a butterfly cocoon. It is said that it will become a beautiful purple butterfly. I don't believe it, so I put the cocoon in a glass box and threw it aside.
If it wasn't for that dream, maybe I would have forgotten it long ago. In my dream, the overwhelming purple is pressing me, so clear but so unreal, and a feeling of depression makes people breathless. I remembered the cocoon and went to the corner to pick it up. I was surprised to find a lilac butterfly struggling to get out of its cocoon! Its flapping wings blurred the clear purple, and I seemed to have returned to my dream, and a sense of oppression followed. I put it by the window and stopped looking at it. It's not so much that I can't bear to watch it struggle, as its color stings my eyes. At night, the walls turn purple again.
The next day, the butterfly came out of its cocoon, very beautiful, especially its wings and romantic purple, which gave people endless reverie, but I dared not look directly at it. Although unable to communicate, but full of despair and fear. All day, I thought about its eyes and wings, which longed for freedom.
Going home at night, I habitually looked at the window sill. The glass box is empty and the window is not closed. First I blamed myself for my carelessness, then I felt very relaxed, and finally I didn't have to face the butterfly's eager eyes and its dazzling wings.
The dream comes as scheduled, although it is still purple as before, but it is full of warmth and harmony. It is the color of freedom and the wings of dreams.
After the Spring Festival, my father and I may have eaten too much delicious food. My mother said that we sat together, just a big piece of tofu and a small piece of tofu, so she decided to lose weight.
First of all, we made a detailed plan to lose weight, including sit-ups competition, skipping competition and mom's own weird yoga moves. But there is a problem with sit-ups. My mother pressed my father's leg and gave orders at the same time. Ironically, her weight can't bear the strength of my father and me, and it can't hold our legs. Every time, she was staggered by both of us. So we changed our plan, and dad started running on the treadmill, insisting on 5 kilometers every day. I still do sit-ups, 80 a day.
In the first few days, my father's leg hurts and my stomach hurts. We secretly talked about backing out, pretending to be uncomfortable, and dawdling ... We used all kinds of tricks, but my mother's bitter irony made us afraid and ashamed, and we were really embarrassed to stop. We persisted day after day, so we persisted. A month later, our stomachs really became smaller, and my weird yoga moves made my coordination much better. In the rope skipping competition, I jumped 100 in one breath, far exceeding my original goal.
As the saying goes: Hard work pays off. It seems that as long as you persist in doing everything with your heart, you will get something.
I have a warm home, just like thousands of children in Qian Qian. There are three people in my family who are hardworking.
Father, the head of our family, is a workaholic. He is very busy at work and has no fixed commute time. Every time I promised to come back for dinner, I waited a long time before calling. Of course, he said he was too busy to come back for dinner. Let's eat first. Every time he comes back, he lies on the sofa like a broken frame. Mom saw it and urged dad to take a bath. Before the words were finished, dad was already snoring. Although dad is very busy at work, he will try his best to help others if his neighbors ask him for help.
Our logistics minister-mother, hardworking and capable mother, is busy all day. In the morning, my mother is busy making breakfast and washing clothes. After I finished breakfast, she urged me to listen to the tape, then washed the dishes and sent me to school. In the evening, when you pick me up, you should not only cook the meal well, but also help me with my homework. In study, my mother is very strict with me, but in life she really cares about me and takes care of me.
I am a happy person at home. I know mom and dad are very hard, so I will try my best to help them do some housework, such as washing dishes, mopping the floor and hanging clothes. If they are unhappy, I will tell them jokes; At school, I go to school early every day to help my classmates clean up. Although my grades are not very good, I will study hard. I will make mom and dad smile more.
This is my happy home. I love my home.
A friend of the north, he is the north wind. Every winter, he always takes the lead and leads Baiyun to travel. He wants all the members to get together and stay together, so that he can concentrate on introducing the scenery along the way. As long as the white clouds leave the team, the north wind will blow hard and ask the white clouds to get together.
Beifeng is a naughty friend. He saw the birds standing on the wire and kept calling. The north wind wants to join them. He kept asking the birds what you were talking about. But the birds still ignored him, and the north wind played a prank on him. He blew so hard that the whole row of birds was unstable.
Beifeng is a lively friend. He came to the mountain and saw trees all over it. He invited Ye as a partner and danced a passionate samba. Ye's partner flew away from the branch. In the arms of the north wind, Ye performed a light dance. Beifeng found that they were the most tacit partners. This dance makes the trees all over the mountain nod and beat time.
Beifeng is a friend who loves to hide and seek. He saw people in the street wearing several layers of clothes. He wants to get dressed and play hide-and-seek. He crossed the button, turned and ran out. He bypassed the sleeves, used them as slides and rushed down quickly. He is very happy. However, zipper is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The zipper gritted its teeth and said nothing to keep the north wind from getting in. The north wind said,
Beifeng had a good time, played hard and had a good time. He enjoyed warm friendship all winter and saw the wonderful scenery all over the country. With a shallow smile on his face, he happily agreed with his friends to see you next year.
In my mind, there is always one thing that I can't forget. It really makes me feel regret.
This is a spring morning with a continuous spring rain. I accidentally overslept. Open your eyes, it's already seven forty. I have to go to school! I rushed downstairs, wiped my face at random, rustled my mouth, grabbed a pen and ran out of the house at a speed of 100 meters.
I stood on the side of the road, waiting anxiously for the bus. Look at my watch. Oh, my God, it's already seven fifty-one. If the bus doesn't come, I will be late. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-I'm at a loss. The bus 50 1 finally arrived. I got on the bus and felt in my pocket. Ah, I only have 3 yuan with me! Put in 2 yuan as required, and you can't take the bus when you come back. I don't know what to do. After some hesitation, I took out 1. 5 yuan, put it in the coin box. I just lost 50 cents. Anyway, I only went to Tangxia. The crash of coins falling into the coin box brought me back to reality.
Sitting in my seat, I feel uncomfortable all over. Looking around, no one in the carriage noticed me. But I still feel a few pairs of fiery eyes looking at me. A voice, a heartfelt voice kept asking me, "Is this the right thing to do? Is this right? " I immediately felt my face burning up to the base of my neck.
Finally arrived at the station, I jumped out of the car like a fugitive, and there was a refreshing spring breeze blowing head-on, but I felt extremely biting and cold.