I compare myself to a fish, and I will try to find an exit out of water.
I compare myself to an eagle, and I will try my best to fly out of the blue sky.
I am myself, I want to run, run out of my parents' sight, and run on my own track.
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Start a race
Last semester, I did badly in the final exam. Parents scold each other; The strange eyes of my friends make me want to leave. Finally, after the parent-teacher conference on July 6th, I resolutely took up my schoolbag and ran to my hometown-a safe haven for spitting. Sitting in the car, looking up at the sky, gray, so lonely.
run quickly
It is pleasant to leave my parents. At least I can make a mess of my room without worrying about someone wearing an apron at the door. At least you don't have to look directly at your parents' disappointed eyes, and you won't hear their ecstatic voices. However, whenever my relatives and friends ask me about my grades, I always feel that I am surrounded by contemptuous eyes. At that moment, I felt that the whole world abandoned me.
That night, after dinner, I spread my hands and feet on the sofa. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the dark blue sky, and several thunders seemed to wake all living things. Thinking of the delicious food cooked by my mother, I cried unscrupulously. I remember my father's inculcation; Think of the lovely dog in the neighbor's house; I remember those days when I was studying in the first night of junior high school ... looking at the fish by the pond, I think fish can't live without water after all.
A few days later, I picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number: "Hello, is this mom?" "Yes, dear, what can I do for you?" "I want to return to Yichang!" "Then come on!" Mother said softly.
Back to this place, the lights at night are still dim, and pedestrians on the road are still in high spirits.
destination
Go back, go back to this familiar place, nothing has changed, and I decided not to escape. I only hope that I can create some achievements with my own efforts in the new semester.
postscript
After all, fish can't leave the water that gives it the source of life.
After all, the eagle can't leave the sky that gives it the source of hope.
I, always can't escape from the happiness circle intertwined with the love of my parents, relatives and friends. ...
Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." This shows the importance of books to human beings. Of all the books I have read, I like the old things in the south of the city best. This book is divided into two parts: Old Things in the South of the City and Old Things in Beiping, which mainly tells the story of the author Lin's childhood in the south of old Beijing.
This book was bought by my mother at the request of the teacher. At that time, I was in the transition period from junior to senior, and the teacher didn't let us watch it. Naturally, I didn't have time to manage, so I stuffed the book into the bookcase.
The teacher changed from teacher to teacher, and this book lived in the bookcase year after year until I met the present teacher Zhang. Teacher Zhang attaches great importance to reading teaching. Since last semester, she will assign reading tasks and ask us to read and punch in every day to write out our gains and feelings. From time to time, Mr. Zhang will take time to lead everyone to read books in Chinese class.
Under teacher Zhang's "forced" reading, I began to read the old things in the south of the city again. I didn't expect to be attracted by it without reading a few pages. I think Lin's writing style is like a magic wand, which has brought me into an unprecedented world. The story is so close to reality that there is no trace of deliberate fabrication. When reading, I always prepare a small notebook to extract the wonderful parts of the book.
On one occasion, Teacher Zhang asked us to write a composition about childhood, which is the theme of the composition in Unit 2 of the Chinese Book. In order to make everyone understand the intention of the composition, Mr. Zhang specially took out a class to talk about the requirements. I decided to write down the experience that my cousin took me to "steal" sweet potatoes when I was a child. But just when I took out my composition book to write, I was shocked. Because of the long time, my memory of this matter is not clear, so I can't write. My eyes were wandering and my heart kept shouting, "What should I do? What shall we do? What if we can't hand in our homework tomorrow? "
Unconsciously, my thoughts drifted away and I couldn't concentrate on the experience of "stealing" sweet potatoes. In this way, a few hours passed, until I accidentally turned my head and saw the reading notebook that my brother was playing. "aha! I have an idea! " I let out a cry proudly, and then, like a hungry wolf pouncing on food, I grabbed the reading book from my brother, muttered something, and turned to record the contents of the old things in the south of the city. I decided to write my memories in the way of old things in the south of the city. I was suddenly enlightened, and my memory seemed to go out for a walk and come back, returning to my sea of memory bit by bit.
Many things happen. I racked my brains to recall the good words and sentences in Old Things in the South of the City, and formed a vivid and concrete composition. Teacher Zhang not only gave the whole class comments and encouragement on this composition, but also gave me great honor.
Since then, I often "hang out" with old things in the south of the city. "Old Things in the South of the City" gradually came into my heart and spent the best time of my childhood with me.
Mother's Day is coming, and it is a sacred day. Everyone says that maternal love is great, selfless and priceless.
Where is mother love? My mother came to pick me up with an umbrella. In summer, my mother bought me a sun hat. In winter, my mother told me to put on more clothes. Motherly love is really great!
I remember once, during the summer vacation of my third grade, I skipped around at home and accidentally bumped into a watermelon. The fingernail of my right foot was knocked off, and I couldn't help crying. Then my mother heard the sound and picked me up and went to a nearby clinic. When I got there, the doctor disinfected my nails and pulled them out. It hurt so much that I bit my mother's clothes and survived.
But it was very hot that night, and my mother had not eaten yet, and her face was still sweating.
Mother loves us very much, so when birthdays come, she always prepares presents for us. Although we don't have the financial ability now, studying hard is the biggest compensation for our mother.
50% of primary and middle school students don't know their parents' birthdays. They only have themselves in mind. I remember reading an article. An off-duty mother saw her 6-or 7-year-old son playing on the roof, knowing that it was extremely dangerous. At this time, her son accidentally fell down. All the way, she lived with her son on Mother's Day.
Motherly love is not only great, but also can create miracles!
The fourth composition of the eighth grade: the caterpillar cocoons and metamorphoses, and the phoenix is reborn. -inscription
September is autumn. An autumn rain washed away the heat of summer, and it was really "a cool autumn".
Returning to Youxian from Shanghai, I feel as if I have got rid of the impetuousness of the whole city and calmed down. "Adaptation" has become my primary task now, new environment, new humanities, new teachers and students, and new living conditions. I want to adapt to this non-stop study life, and I am very tired. The lack of too much free time makes me very helpless, but as the saying goes, "the moon is short and the light is not changed, and the sword is not changed." I believe this kind of life can still be colorful.
Going home on weekends, I wanted to enjoy leisure alone, but I felt from the village that my grandparents in the town were always chanting in my ear. Sometimes I ask about my school, and sometimes I keep talking about the usual precautions. It can be said that I have to perfunctory and impatient. Call my sister who is studying in college at night and ask what to do. She didn't answer the rhetorical question: "How many people live in your dormitory?" I replied inexplicably, "Ten people." My sister said, "But sometimes there is only one person in my grandparents' dormitory." I was silent. I feel ashamed when I think of my grandfather's concentration in cooking and the joy when my grandmother speaks. When people are old, there may be only affection in life, and nothing is more amiable and lovely than children and grandchildren. Finally, I took the initiative to go upstairs and talk to them. Although it's only a few minutes, I think it's precious to them.
During this week, I spent seven days and seven nights without internet. In the past, "seven days without internet" was a very painful thing for me, but this time, I lived a very full life. I read many good books at the weekend, including Yu's I can't wait. This book tells the author's family story and makes me intoxicated: the most beautiful moonlight always comes from the barren valley. This philosophical remark made me precipitate. Coupled with the nature of paper books, I haven't experienced it for a long time since I came into contact with the Internet. Surprisingly, the difference between virtual and reality is so great. When you are addicted to the internet, the fun you lost in your life needs to be made up and tasted slowly.
From big cities to small villages; From virtual network to real life. In seven days, I experienced the transformation of growth.
Life is like a dream, and the years are like marks. In fact, if you have time to study, you will really walk very fast. Suddenly, the seventh grade became a memory, drifting away.
I was in a daze before, and I didn't understand many things. Now I seem to wake up, but I can't remember my childish stupidity.
I feel different every year. Learning is not based on one's own talent, nor on a clever mind. These are not enough. What really depends on is the pursuit that a person never gives up. I knew this truth for a long time, but I didn't realize it until I was at the end of my rope.
Teachers often say: study hard, not just talk. No one can change your mind. Do what you want. I didn't think so at first, but every time I decided to change my learning attitude, I was defeated by inertia. I admit that I lack the courage to surpass myself.
Now I am in the eighth grade, and I feel a little regret lingering in my heart. I regret that I didn't pay too much attention to my study at the beginning, and I regret that everything I wrote down on the road of life can't be corrected. Whenever I think of my parents, I feel very sad. I failed their expectations. They have worked hard to raise me. What can I give them in return? In the face of his ardent eyes, I can't face it! Yes, I hid in my room and cried secretly. I hate myself. How could I be so disappointing? I said to myself, "If you want to be happy, you will be able to repay your parents' kindness in the future. "
In more than a year, I will graduate from junior high school. If I don't work hard now, what can I give back to my parents? If hard work can succeed, today, starting from today, I must work hard to go on. When I was growing up, no matter what happened, I would always remember my parents' encouragement and teachers' instruction. You only get what you give.
Outside the window, there are no flowers blooming and falling, only a bleak scene. I walked all the way, but I walked back step by step, because I was afraid-I was afraid that I had just taken a brave first step, and I was afraid to go forward again. What I lack is not only confidence, but also courage, even more.
Life need not be too stressful. When can I easily stop crying and face all the parting with a calm smile? A fish can swim freely in the water, but how can I leave all my troubles behind? Yes, if the ending is the same, why think about it again. I want to know why I can't be brave if I want people to grow up. There is a saying that is right, "It is better to be unreasonable than ordinary." If you work hard, there will be no regrets. Yes, today, you have no choice!
Give yourself a window to breathe freely and let your dreams fly into the blue sky with the wind!