She amazed me with her composition 1 She bent down, waved a hoe and mowed the grass one by one, ready to carry it back to feed the sheep. Under the scorching sun, sweat kept dripping down, but she didn't reach out to wipe it.
I was seriously ill when I was a child, but I became confused. Everyone in the village disliked her, called her a fool and repeatedly warned the children at home to stay away from her. Even her family didn't give her a good look. Because of this, until one day, I didn't like her. ...
That day, after I finished my homework, I stood at the window, breathing the fresh air outside with my eyes closed. Suddenly, the horns of motorcycles and the screams of ducks woke up. I saw a Mao Gang duckling spread its wings and stayed there in fear, just on the track of a motorcycle. Just as I was lamenting the fate of this duckling, she rushed out from where I didn't notice-that fool! She rushed to the duckling, saved the duckling from death with lightning speed, and then fell to the ground. But in exchange for complaints from motorcycle owners.
She got up and patted the dust on her body. Her legs and feet don't seem very flexible. She picked up the duckling as if to check its injury. At this time, the owner of the duck heard the noise and rushed out. Seeing this scene, he indiscriminately grabbed the duckling and shouted at her, thinking that she wanted to steal the duck. And she didn't defend anything, just silently turned away, and the owner of the duck was still saying some dirty words. ...
Seeing all this, I can't help feeling sorry, unfair and misunderstood for her. It must be hard. It's not her fault that she has defects. Besides, she was injured. I can't bear it any longer. I ran to the owner of the duck and explained the reason to him. He felt guilty, ran to her, insisted on apologizing, and took her to the hospital for examination. As a result, the report showed that she had a fracture.
When she dragged her injured leg back to the village, everyone who saw her looked at her with respect, but she tilted her head and smiled shyly.
Since then, she has never been prejudiced and ignored by others. She really integrated into this big village, and people greeted her when they saw her. Stop calling her a fool.
She really surprises me!
She surprised me. After knowing her, I found that taking care of the children in the family is really excellent, and I am ashamed.
Sister! Are you going home alone? The neat voice echoed in my ears. I froze, and when I looked back, I saw the beautiful face of the girl next door. Yes, little sister! Sister, do you often go home alone? Aren't your parents available to pick it up? Shall we go together? I thought our conversation would stop here, but I didn't expect her questions to follow. I don't know how to answer this question at the moment, just nodded faintly. But the little girl didn't mind my indifference. She caught up with me and walked side by side, chattering all the time. From what she said, I realized that the little girl was very independent. She goes to school alone, cooks and takes care of herself, while her parents work at sunrise and rest at sunset every day because of their work situation.
Through several encounters and conversations, we also met. I found that this independent girl loves poetry very much. During the summer vacation, she traveled with her parents and sent me a live broadcast with photos and introductions. One of them is a landscape photo, which says moonlight in pine forest and crystal stone in stream. We made an appointment to go for an outing, but we broke our word because of something at home. Soon I received another sentence from her, Qujiang was full of flowers and trees, and refused to come when I was busy. When I was shopping, I took a fancy to a pen I had long admired. She took a look and said slowly, "It used to be water that made the sea sad, and amber forever." . This little girl who loves poetry really surprises me.
Because the handwriting is too ugly, I asked her to go to the teacher to practice her handwriting. After only a few weeks, I want to give up. Every time I practice calligraphy, my back aches. I got an A by luck. What about her? Class is over, and I'm still writing seriously. Oh, didn't you get an A? Shall we have a rest? I ran to her and said anxiously. But she looked up unhurriedly, raised an eyebrow and said, elder sister, don't you know there is a thing called excellent+? I froze again and hurried back to my seat, surprised at her. Yes, there is only a peak in the climbing of life, and there is no peak. You can't be complacent about a little achievement and be content with the status quo without climbing the next peak. I am surprised at her enterprising spirit.
The spring breeze is ten miles, and I'm not as surprised as her arrival.
She made me marvel at composition 3. The delicate fingertips brushed the keys, and I couldn't help thinking of the inscription of the long piano sound.
Mi Duo Suo, Suo Suo gurgled the intermittent piano music from my fingertips, and I felt a little bored. The exam is coming next week, but I haven't practiced the music yet.
You ran away, and the high-pitched piano sound next door dispelled my boredom. Well, the one next door. Senior sister played well, ups and downs, coherent. Look at me again.
During the break, I crept on the door next door to see the beautiful woman. Where on earth is this sacred?
Hey, the door is open. Obviously, the sound of opening the door broke the silence of the practice room. Senior turned her head and shouted at me: hello!
Wow, that's a beautiful voice, and look at her. The curved arch eyebrows are embedded with watery eyes, and the corners of the mouth smile beautifully. The whole appearance is very symmetrical and exquisite.
what can I do for you? She asked.
I heard you had a good time next door! But what about me? I'm going to take the Grade Examination next week, but I bowed my head before I even mastered the music.
She smiled and took my hand, like a big sister next door. It's okay. Listen, you still have a week to work hard, right? Didn't a celebrity say that? You need to keep calm in the blue days, believe it, and a happy day will come. Now, all you have to do is practice. People should have the most basic self-confidence, come on!
Confident. Funny, how can I be confident with my current ability? What does Senior Sister seem to see? What is her confidence? Everyone has it. You were not born with inferiority. As long as you are willing to work hard, all the difficulties will eventually pass. So, what's the reason for not being confident?
Is there any reason not to be confident? Yes, I can do it. It suddenly occurred to me that my senior amazed me not only by her exquisite piano skills, but also by her confidence and optimism.
I said goodbye to her in a hurry and turned to practice the piano.
A week later, the exam arrived. I walked into the examination room with confidence. Ten minutes later, I came out with a bright red certificate of honor in my hand.
When the delicate fingertips brushed the keys again, the long piano sound in my ear was no longer my sister's, but my own postscript.
She surprised me with composition 4 "Look, she is studying again!" " "said the students.
I turned around and saw her studying hard in the corner. By this time, the class was over. Facing the burst of laughter outside the corridor, there was also a playful voice in the classroom, and she could calm down. Thinking of me, I can't help sighing.
I leaned on my head in my seat and watched her every move quietly. I saw her holding a pen in one hand and a book in the other, seriously studying the past. Take notes when you see something important, as if you have never been disturbed by the outside world and immersed in your own world. Her eyes are fixed on this book, and she wants to eat all the knowledge in it. Suddenly, when she frowned, something must have happened to her. So she immediately picked up a book and pen and ran to the office to ask the teacher.
After solving the "big trouble", she began to study again. I can't help but exclaim, "Awesome!" I left my seat and walked up to her to give her a rest. I patted her on the shoulder, but it really gave her a fright. She recovered from the book and said to me kindly, "It's you! What's wrong? " I patted her on the shoulder again and said, "You look so tired, I want you to have a rest." She didn't speak and smiled at me. In a flash, she tried again. I smiled and sighed.
Another time, I was impressed. I remember that at noon, we had just finished lunch and were walking slowly to the classroom. I saw her coming in a hurry and running fast. I quickly asked her, "What's the hurry?" She also replied to me quickly: "I am in a hurry to study!" " We are surprised at this.
She is a well-deserved diligent star in our class and a good helper for teachers. She has a pair of big eyes, a small mouth like a cherry, hair like a boy, and looks very handsome; She always smiles at people. She has a taste of culture, perhaps this is "pretentious with poems and books in her belly".
Because of this, her grades have always been among the best; Her diligence and hard work will be immortal.
You say, how can such a person not surprise me? She said that she was studying again, and she heard it in class from time to time.