Speaking of my uncle, he is quite famous. Ask anyone in our yard who doesn't know him. Last time he came to our house, he not only attracted a group of policemen, but also made a child cry and an old woman fell. What the hell is going on? Listen to me slowly.

That day, I went to the railway station to meet my uncle. My uncle saw me and said happily, "Yo, you've grown so tall!" " "I was about to help him with his luggage when a group of policemen came up angrily, pulled me behind them and whispered to me," Be careful in the future, son, and stay away from these bad guys! ""I was thinking about what happened, and then a group of policemen surrounded my uncle. My uncle paused for a moment, and then smiled and said to me, "Your family has money, so many bodyguards?" I almost fainted to the ground. If the police hadn't found out my uncle's identity later, we wouldn't know how long we would stay in the police station!

My uncle and I returned to my yard with heavy luggage. At this moment, an old woman pushed a baby to our side. I said hello to grandma and then walked home. After a long walk, there was crying behind me. When I turned around, I saw my uncle make the baby cry. I rushed over. My uncle was still standing there and said to me with a big smile, "Look, this little guy is crying." What? ! He made people cry and called him cute. I have never seen such a person. Grandma gave him a dissatisfied look and was about to comfort the baby. Grandpa smiled and gave grandma a push and said, "I'll do it!" " Who knew that he was strong enough to push the grandmother down, so I quickly helped her up for fear of an accident. Grandma scolded my uncle when she came, and my uncle grinned, which made people laugh and cry.

As soon as I got home, I figured out how to let my uncle go We didn't have a good time when he was at my house. He is so optimistic that he laughs at everything, which makes the whole hospital afraid of him. Ding Dong, no, it can't be my uncle. I have to flash first!

The first article: the old man selling hemp balls

Selling hemp balls, selling hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart.

However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder the child wants to eat so much. No wonder I eat hemp balls contentedly when I come back every day.

Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...

Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!

Article 2: My father.

I get a headache when I mention my father. Although he looked like a melon in front of outsiders and couldn't say a word for a long time, he left all the words to me. As soon as he saw me, he took pains to say something-I think he really should be an orator-and I have to listen to his teachings every day to warn the world. Dad's teaching level is really flattering. It's just those words over and over again: study hard, don't be playful, be like a girl ... sometimes when I'm tired of listening, I will cover my ears and protest loudly: "Got it! Got it! Got it! Can you talk less? Nobody treats you as a mute. " Every time he listened to my protest, instead of being angry, he spoke more vigorously, which really didn't help him.

Last semester's final exam, I failed the math exam because of carelessness. On the day I received my report card, I left school with a heavy heart. The school is not far from home. I got home in five minutes on weekdays, but I walked for more than ten minutes that day. It feels like a century has passed. I'm afraid of my father, his stubborn mouth and his endless political lessons.

When I got home, I just walked in the door and didn't see him. I heard his voice first: "Quiet, how was the exam this time?" There is concern and hope in words. "Not so good ..." I looked down and answered timidly. "I tell you every day that I should read more books and do more topics at ordinary times. Sharpening a knife does not mistake a woodcutter, but what about you ... "My heart is full of fear and regret. I dare not look at his face. I know his face is full of anger and disappointment at the moment. Why have I never tried? Don't I do it at eleven o'clock every day? I bowed my head and wept silently, and didn't catch what he was saying at all. I don't know how long it took, but my father was thirsty and finally stopped talking. I looked up at the clock on the wall. Dad talked for an hour. Alas, it's hard luck!

At noon, when I picked up the bowl chopsticks and prepared to eat, I found that my father seemed to have something to say again, saying, "Dad, the noon news is coming-news programs are my father's favorite." Hearing this, my father made two steps in three steps, quickly walked to the front of the TV, turned on the TV, and cared about his international and domestic events. That was close. I escaped again.

After lunch, I went to my classmates' house to play under the guise of "learning". However, as soon as I got home at night, my father gave me another political lesson. It's really terrible to hold it for a long time. That string of words kept "shooting" like a machine gun, which made my left and right ears "nervous deafness". In order to avoid more serious consequences, I rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door, lay on the bed, put on headphones, and listened to Adu's new disc. No matter whether my father was furious or heartbroken outside, he just wouldn't open the door.

The next morning, before my father got up, I went to cram school with my schoolbag on my back. My father signed me up, and I was reluctant, but in order to avoid the recurrence of otitis media, I had to bite the bullet and sign up. As soon as I went out, my heart was filled with joy, and I was "turned over and liberated"-this time my father didn't have a chance to give me a political lesson. What a wonderful time!

As the saying goes, "it is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse cannot be avoided." When I got home at noon, my father ruined my happy mood all morning. Just entering the door, before having a drink, I heard my father ask, "What did you learn today? How did you learn it? You got it? Learning takes a long time, and learning is not a day's work. It needs to be accumulated over time, so that it will be clear every day. Did the teacher assign homework today ... "Oh, my God! The political lesson has started again.

365 days a year, every day, my father is really hard, poor bear the wind. Looking at the wrinkles around my dad's eyes, I secretly vowed that I would study hard in the future, strive for excellent results, and let my dad have a rest after years of hard work, because I love my "political" dad.

Article 3: My grandpa.

In my father's eyes, grandpa is a strict father, but in my eyes, grandpa is a strict and lovely grandfather. In my childhood memory, I still remember that my grandfather would scold my aunt's clothes for being too modern, that my father's way of doing things was wrong, and that my uncle's life lacked excitement and challenges ... As for me, he always smiled and said that my grandson would ... I remember that when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I only got 85 points in the Chinese exam. At the family gathering, my father just began to blame me, and my grandfather immediately interrupted him and said, "Is 85 points still excellent?" Keep the university, it's not easy to call it 85! …"

For me, grandpa is very tolerant, but also very strict. He can buy me the best things and allow me to play with his hair willfully, but he will never allow me to give up what I should do. When I was very young, he had planned my life path for me. These advanced plans later became the guidance for the first 25 years of my life and inspired me to complete my master's degree.

Grandpa was a college student in the fifties. Soon after he went to college, he joined the underground party, then joined the four fields and went all the way south to Hainan ... My father didn't meet his grandfather until he was six years old. In the long-term work and life, grandpa has developed a very rigorous style, meticulous in doing things, and clear about grievances. A cool breeze and clear working ideas have won him the respect of many people.

Grandpa is a diligent person, reading and studying news, newspapers and many new changes every day, so what he remembers most in his childhood is his big teacup, his cigarettes and a newspaper of the day …