When I was a child, I often heard adults tell me that the world is constantly changing, and everything around you will not remain the same for life. At that time, I didn't quite understand, just curious why everything would change, even beyond recognition. It's like a face change in a movie. After a few years, I have been sensible and seem to know a little. Everything is developing, just like time keeps passing. Although the development is fast and slow, it will all become different from before. This is the magic of development, and it is also the driving force for their continuous development. When I grow up, I look at the people and things coming and going around me, and the environment is constantly changing, so to fully understand the importance of development, take Hangzhou as an example. No, I'm afraid I can't talk about the changes in Hangzhou for days and nights. Let's narrow it down a little and talk about Wen 'er Road, which is neither long nor short. My elders told me that about twenty years ago, there were not so many houses there, mostly farmland and cemeteries, which were very desolate. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can probably imagine the situation at that time. I have lived in that area since I was a child. When I was a primary school student, I often went there because my school was near my home. At that time, although the road was much better than before, it was only an alley at best. When the wind blows, the dust is flying, and the eyes are foggy, but when it rains, it is not much better. If you travel there, you must wash your shoes, because the ground is like a thick layer of mud. For about ten years, Wen Er Road has completely changed. Like a grown-up child, it is showing its charm. Although it is not as good as the listed center, it is also very similar. The shops on the roadside opened, and then they were renovated again and again, and the road widened. Cars come and go on it, extending in all directions. This is not the old Wen 'er Road. It represents the most remarkable change in the new century and represents that Hangzhou is moving towards a higher level. Happiness lies in change. Changes in my hometown My hometown is beautiful, poor and backward. My home is in a ravine hundreds of miles from the city. Before I went to high school, I never walked out of the arms of the mountains. To tell the truth, I have never been very concerned about the development or change of my hometown. I didn't have this consciousness before I went to high school, and I didn't have time to care after I went to high school. Even more than two years ago, I went to college in a foreign country thousands of miles away, and I didn't care. Because the economic development speed of my hometown is too disappointing compared with the cities in the Pearl River Delta, it is sad to mention it. However, to talk about the changes in my hometown, I think it may be a simple and superficial summary: more money makes people "lazy"; The building is high and the water is dirty. It seems that the spring breeze of reform didn't reach our remote mountain village until the late 1980s. Before that, villagers, men, women and children, worked hard to dig in the soil. It's just that our beloved land didn't give us much in return. There is not much other income in the village except farming. Many people are capable and hard-working, but there is no place to show their skills. In the last years of the 1980s, the villagers no longer counted on that land. I heard that there were gold miners in the city outside the mountain, and they went out one after another. Young people, middle-aged, skilled and unskilled all want to go out and pick up some gold. They walked for about a year, and when they came back, although they were not covered with gold and silver, they were always more than those dug out of the soil. So I went out after resting at home for more than ten or twenty days. Most of the people left in the village are old people and children. By the mid-1990s, even teenagers couldn't sit still in the classroom, and many of them got on the train to work in the south. There is less rural labor force, and the land that was hard to reclaim land before is covered with weeds in a few years. In recent years, paddy fields have dried up, farming is too hard, and the family has money. Who wants it? In the past, just a few days after the Spring Festival, there were busy figures in the fields and corners. It seems a shame to go to the fields before the Lantern Festival. Rural women who stay at home will get together to play cards every once in a while during the slack season, which is something they never dared to think about before! Go out to meet the morning dew on a sunny day and go home with starlight. Rainy days come and go in the wind, and there are few rest days all year round. In recent years, buildings in the village have mushroomed from all corners. Three floors and four floors, some of which are beautifully decorated. Even if it's only one floor, it's not a building. After all, it looks much more pleasing to the eye than those mud brick houses. Not to mention the interior decoration, the floor tiles are smooth enough to show the figure, and the gorgeous wallpaper … is simply sticking money on the wall and spreading it on the ground. Even if it is only painted with white lime, it looks much brighter, and it is no longer as dark and depressing as a mud brick house. But what makes people uncomfortable is that the water in the stream is getting dirty. I couldn't afford tap water before, and the water used by the villagers was taken from the stream that passed through the village. The first thing the villagers do when they get up in the morning is to fill their big water tanks with water for a day. When we were young, we often swam in the stream. Sometimes when I am thirsty, I drink water in the stream. Now, don't mention picking a stream to cook, just wash the vegetables and bring them back to the household tap water once or twice. Seeing this dirty water in summer, we no longer have the impulse to jump. The sight of fish swimming in the water is out of sight now. There are all kinds of rubbish everywhere in the stream. Some plastic bags have long changed color, but they just won't melt. The villagers are used to dumping all the rubbish into the stream, thinking that the stream will take away what they don't need. Or pile it in the open space in front of the door and light a fire when it is piled up, so that the garbage will go up in smoke when talking and laughing. It can be predicted that the life of villagers will be better and better, money will be more and more, and buildings will be higher and higher. Will people become more and more "lazy"? But will the water get dirty? The laziness of the villagers is unacceptable to the older generation. But it also shows that life is getting better! It is the descendants of hometown who benefit. The water is getting dirtier and dirtier, and even the children in the village have long been used to it. Aren't they also victims? Changes in my hometown My hometown is in Jiujiang. Although it is not as prosperous as new york, it is not as gorgeous and colorful as Venice, a water port, and it is not as simple and elegant as Tokyo. But I love it because I love this land, and I love these hardworking, simple and innovative people. As we all know, Jiujiang has a beautiful Gantang Lake, which is our mother lake. In those years, our mother was not beautiful. She looked so haggard and pale, so worried and helpless! Mud and muddy water, fish and shrimp don't want to regard it as their lovely home, and even wild flowers and weeds with tenacious vitality don't want to take root in her arms. My mother shed tears in the face of this situation, and she confided and shouted to us sadly. That voice once echoed in our ears and hearts for a long time. Today's Gantang Lake, the clear water is so green and transparent under the sunlight! Slight ripples shine with little golden light, like a piece of jade inlaid with many gold nuggets, flashing, making you feel that she is so soft and lovely. On the lake embankment, Chinese parasol trees and willow trees stand upright like heroic soldiers, guarding the land where they were born and our mother lake. Only heard "pa-"a fish jumped out of the water and came back, adding a little vitality to this picturesque scenery. Whenever night falls, the lake dam is brightly lit, like a star falling on the earth. At this moment, my heart is surging. I seem to see my mother's happy face, her affectionate eyes and her extremely excited and excited heart! "Thank you, son. You have changed my life with hard-working hands and sweat, and also changed the lives of more people. " Yes, mom, you are right. Our life is getting better and better now. Computers and telephones have entered the home. Every family has many terms such as cable TV, telephone shopping, online shopping, family medical care, one-way communication, e-commerce and so on. Sitting at home, we can travel around the world. Through the internet, we can see "the pyramids in Egypt, the Eiffel Tower in France, Mount Fuji in Japan and Lenin's mausoleum in Moscow's Red Square." In just a few minutes, I became a carefree little traveler, so romantic and comfortable! Friend, can you say that my hometown is not beautiful? Faced with this situation, I am full of confidence. I must study hard and master the real skills to build my hometown into a pearl on the 9.6 million square kilometers of the motherland for tourists from all over the world to visit! I'm changing, like magic. A few years ago, I seemed to disappear without a trace. Now I am an open middle school student. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I was very naughty. As soon as the summer vacation was over, my father sent me to my grandmother's house. I pester my grandmother to play with me all day, but my grandmother with silver hair can't play! Soon after, grandpa began to teach me to play chess. At first, my chess skills were poor, and I always cheated, either regretting my chess skills or taking my grandfather's veteran away. Sometimes, when you are about to lose, you push the chessboard, and then you laugh and shout, "I won, haha!" " "It's interesting to recall this naughty time. In primary school, playing chess and drawing were my biggest hobbies. At that time, I didn't study chess seriously, and I always thought that playing chess was just for fun. Gradually, this consciousness has changed. Soon, my chess skills increased greatly and I began to participate in competitions. In primary school, I won the first place in Jinan four times! Moreover, the provincial competition also got the sixth and eighth good results. The entrance to a middle school is obviously different from the entrance to a primary school. When I am nervous about my studies, I am not as naughty as before, but much calmer. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I still snuggled up to my grandmother to enjoy the moon, and her white hair shone a little silver in the moonlight. I stopped clamoring for her to play chess with me, but quietly looked at the elusive full moon and mused ... junior high school is not a primary school, but I still pursued my hobby. The difference is that I no longer regard chess as "playing" and start to study its mystery. This time playing chess is squeezed out, and the main task is of course learning. That naughty me belongs to primary school, let it disappear with the life of primary school, end it! Time is like water. Time flies. Minutes pass silently. Time flies, and I change inadvertently. Let me walk out of the memory of primary school and let the new me spend this colorful and long-awaited junior high school life! Dad says I've changed, and mom says I've changed. Indeed, I have really changed. I have changed since the day I entered junior high school. I am no longer the naughty little boy who didn't think much about things in primary school. Today, I am more mature, practical and responsible. Of course! " "Eighteen changes" is not only a patent for girls, but also a patent for boys! Anyway, it is the last word that I am better today than yesterday. Next, see how I change it. Shortly after the start of school, the physical education committee in the class brought the application form for the school sports meeting to participate in sports events. If I love sunshine and sports, I will never miss this opportunity! I picked up a pen and resolutely ticked the individual 200-meter track and field race and the 4*400-meter relay race. Participating in the school sports meeting, of course, is not just talk, just an armchair strategist. If you don't make some preparations, I'm afraid it's hard not to run last in the competition! So, I made a training plan for myself; Train to run after school every afternoon until you are exhausted! Playing alone is a bit lonely, so I invited our Sports Commission to practice with some classmates. On the first day, we came to the track and field, first had a game with everyone, and then trained separately according to our personal situation. Run, run, clean up your strength! We didn't go home until after six o'clock. When I got home, my mother leaned in and asked, "Why is it so late and there is so much homework? I don't know when I can finish it tonight! """I train running to prepare for the school sports meeting! Of course, if you register, you can't live up to this quota! ""You've changed! Become more responsible! Things have changed since junior high school, my son. " This is the ever-changing me, proactive and more responsible. I like the changed me. A hymn for you, China! We listen to the bell of the times under the bright starry sky, and we wait for the dawn in the long night. How many times, our hearts are restless, how many times, we have insomnia, how many times ... all for the growth of our great motherland-China! Nothing can compare with the great motherland with 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers. Needless to say, the majestic Mount Tai and Emei, as well as Guilin, which enjoys the best landscape in the world, and the quiet West Lake, are enough to make everyone in China feel extremely proud. Looking up at the sky, the stars of history still shine! Our China is ancient and great, and our China is magnificent and eternal! Cai Lun wrote her wisdom on paper, and the compass turned her direction. Under the shadow of swords and swords, she returned to calm again and again. In the spiritual disaster, she set herself on fire again and again and was reborn. The trampling of intruders didn't scare you. From the Opium War to the July 7th Incident, tenacious patriots pledged their lives to save the country and made our great motherland stand up again. The 25,000-mile Long March created an eternal miracle, which made the ancient boat of destiny in China sail to the other side of victory. The past sun and moon in 2008 was a tempering day for the motherland. Blizzard, 5? 12 Wenchuan earthquake, the "poisoned milk" incident ... natural disasters and man-made disasters followed one after another. While the motherland suffered, it also shed tears and heartache for those children who left. But the motherland still stands, and a China with a history of 5,000 years of civilization still stands in the east of the world! Disasters and disasters can move mountains and fill the sea, block rivers, destroy our beautiful homes and make us lose our kind relatives. However, we can't shake our strong will and crush the backbone of our great motherland, which is still strong! We are still struggling and innovating. In 2008, Shenzhou VII manned space satellite, China's first lunar exploration satellite "Chang 'e I" was successfully launched, and Shenzhou VII flew into space and returned smoothly. China people's dream of landing on the moon for thousands of years has come true! China astronauts make the motherland a powerful country in space science and technology through exploration! Chinese athletes won 5 1 gold medals at the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games, and 100 medals ranked first in the gold medal list. This is the first Asian country to win a gold medal in Olympic history. All this proves the growing strength of our great motherland. Our great motherland has gone through 60 years. Looking back on those bonfire years, we have suffered, we have been tempered, we have had bitter pursuits, but we have all survived. We had dreams, we had lofty aspirations, we had countless joys and joys, and we all experienced them. We are proud to have a fearless and brave nation, and we are proud to have a great motherland-China! "The deceased Ruth, don't give up day and night. "It seems like a few days. I have been in high school for half a year. I can still remember the laughter in primary school, but it doesn't belong to me anymore. What belongs to me is heavy homework, heavy schoolbags, and the pace of progress ... I remember the childishness of kindergarten and the cuteness when I first entered school, and everything has become different, so I have silence and thinking, and sometimes I want to have a wild play, but the thought that relaxation will make my academic performance decline, I went back to my desk; Sometimes I want to watch TV for a day, but when I think that my eyesight will continue to decline, I lie next to the tape recorder. Sometimes I want to play online, but when I think of unhealthy yellow pages on the Internet, I start computer consultation. Sometimes I want to be free, but when I think freedom can't control me, I go into my study ... As I grow older, I gradually have my own worries, riding a bike and lying in bed all the time. Sometimes I really don't know if this person in front of me is myself; Sometimes it is so naive, and sometimes it is as mature as an adult. I'm always thinking about my grades and my plans, how much I want to tell others that my grades can be achieved, and how much I want to sing the hearts of our middle school students with my voice. We middle school students are tired of studying and living. Most students rest by listening to MP3, but I don't like listening to rock music. The more tired I am, the more I can appreciate Beethoven's struggle for fate, butterfly lovers's tenderness, Paul's struggle for life and the challenge to study. Everything opens a window when I am tired, so that my spirit will not feel empty and I will always be proud of me and the people around me. I like watching videos to find out the difference between now and before. Those memories are beautiful and sad, and they will never come again. Time goes by mercilessly, I have changed, everything has changed and become mature. I want to keep the fleeting time and make the future better. I, the monitor of Class One, am the "top student" in the hearts of my classmates. But who knows, I once had a "shame" in my heart, and that was composition. Writing is my "soft spot", which has troubled me for many years. Over the past few years, I have created a series of "compositions" with empty content, unreasonable sentences and even irrelevant articles. But I never thought about how to overcome it. I am still a monk who knocks the bell day after day-muddling along. Unconsciously, in the sixth grade ... at the beginning of this semester, Mr. Mao assigned a special homework-"independent homework", which allowed students to assign homework to themselves every day according to their own interests and knowledge loopholes. At first, my "independent homework" was just some copying, dictation and excerpting. Although the teacher has repeatedly encouraged everyone to practice writing, I am always reluctant to write. First, I feel that there is no theme, second, I am afraid of writing badly, and third, I feel that it is time-consuming. Later, Teacher Mao kindly set up a "Jian Zhen Blog" specially for classmates and parents. Out of curiosity, I visited Jian Zhen blog for the first time, and every picture and paragraph on the blog surprised me. There are two topics above that I am particularly interested in: "discovering autonomy" records students' daily study and writes down the deeds of everyone who is diligent and eager to learn; There are many published or award-winning compositions in Student Composition, which are fascinating. While browsing the "log", I accidentally found an essay I wrote last semester, "Mom, I love you so much!" Immediately, he shouted excitedly: "Mom and Dad, come and see, my composition is on Teacher Mao's blog! "Excited, I secretly made up my mind that I must write every composition well and try to make more compositions appear on Teacher Mao's blog. On the eve of National Day, the president of the Literary Society was the first to keep a diary, which was praised by Teacher Mao. The bright red five-pointed star on the exercise book makes me particularly jealous. Especially when I saw the enthusiastic praise for Jian Zhen in the topic of "Discovering Independence" on my blog, I couldn't help but be tempted to join the team of journalists who took the initiative to write about Japan. On a quiet night, after I finished my homework, I started to keep a diary for the first time. I handed in my exercise book the next day, and I expected the teacher to praise me. Sure enough, Teacher Mao talked about my diary with a big smile in the conversation class. That night, my name suddenly appeared on Teacher Mao's blog. Once again, there are cheerful ripples in my heart. Since then, I have tasted the nectar of praise again and again. In a class after the National Day, I solemnly promised all my classmates: I will keep a diary every day, I will make my composition level higher and higher, and I will challenge the writing experts in this class. The solemn commitment inspired me, and the teacher's praise inspired me. I keep a diary every day, and the evening when I have a lot of homework is no exception, and the evening when I have Cambridge English class is no exception. It lasted for a week in the blink of an eye. The following weekend, after completing a "statutory" weekly diary, I wrote three more diaries. I returned my exercise book on Monday, and found that the level above was actually excellent with three five-pointed stars. I am too excited to describe. The teacher's praise for me is also full of excitement that can't be concealed. I suddenly became the focus of my class, and my homework became the treasure of my classmates. Everyone scrambled to "feast their eyes" and grabbed it for a long time. In this way, I became the first person in my class to keep a diary every day. Keeping a diary improves my efficiency, and I can easily finish it in as short as 10 to 20 minutes under the condition of practicing writing over and over again. Keeping a diary has exercised my expressive ability, and the teacher said that my composition language is more fluent and beautiful; Keeping a diary has enhanced my self-confidence, and another learning difficulty has been broken by me, and another strong opponent has been surpassed by me. My classmates said that I had changed, and my mother also said that I had changed. I also feel that I am changing, becoming better, more independent and stronger! It was he who changed me clearly, who made me interested in writing, who awakened my writing inspiration and gave me endless motivation! I want to thank him, my class teacher, Miss Mao.