That day, I walked on the road that Ping once walked and soon entered the new village where I lived. I am familiar with the next road, and I can walk home with my eyes closed. So, I hummed a messy tune without any worries, looked around and skipped home.

But unconsciously entered the "architectural maze." Several houses around are the same horizontally, vertically, left and right, and they are the same in any way. Now I panic. I have never encountered such a situation. I don't even know my home. In desperation, I had to take a chance. I turned three times and stumbled to a house in front of me. I found the family with the same surname as my family on the stairs. I hope that "blind cat meets dead mouse" looks like this. I turn grief into joy. I just want to reach out and ring the doorbell. I took a closer look and found that the curtains hanging at the door of that house were different from mine. So this is not my home. Oh, my God! My heart is cold again. what can I do? Doesn't that mean I can't go home? Thought of here, a wet Lulu's tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped into her mouth, salty.

Maybe my sobs alarmed the owner of that house. A strange uncle opened the door and asked me why I was crying in front of his house. Who is he? How come I've never seen it? Could he have kidnapped a child? "Little sister, don't you believe me?" Why did he ask me this? "I am not a bad person, I am a policeman in this street police station." Then he took out a duty card from his coat pocket. "I ... I can't find my home." "Do you know when your family lived?" "Yes," I suddenly realized, "look at me, a' careless'! I forgot to look at the house number! "

This unforgettable event is enough to expose my fatal wound-carelessness.

I circled a small sky for myself with words. In this sky, wind, frost, rain and snow can't get in, only the bright sunshine in winter brings me a little cold warmth.

I paint in the sky and outline the world. But the world is always changing so fast that I have to repeat the actions of erasing and redrawing. The sky is full of unpredictable pictures and dense water mist; Van Gogh's tragic oil painting; Feminine and strange scenery; Pure and peaceful countryside; Desperate and decadent hell ... I can never draw an accurate world. Thought of here, there is always a sense of loss that caught me off guard. The color of the sky is also changing. It was white a long time ago, it used to be black, and now it is dark blue. White is too simple and black is too extreme. I don't choose gray because it is too moderate. I am an angular person.

I have been thinking about the shape of the sky, whether it is square or round, or whether it has no shape at all. Inferred from the shadow of the sun on the ground, its shape is irregular, similar to English letters or Arabic and Tibetan, but it is strange in shape. I tried to copy its shape, but in the end I failed. Forget it, let's describe the scene under the sky. There are spring, summer, autumn and winter here. Like this world, there are warmth, heat, desolation and cold, but there is no absolute distinction between beauty, ugliness and good and evil. Only some colorful stones exist happily on the Yuan Ye. Every stone has an innate name, and these names exist with the existence of stones. There are also some huge blue lakes and rivers, and you can see stars swimming in them at night. In some places, there are patches of forest, dark green, which makes people forget their worries. There are few flowers here, because flowers are too fragile, and beauty is only a moment. But there are many tulips. They were born in the upside-down sky.

This sky, these stones, this forest, this river and this tulip have all become tender little flowers, which bloom in my heart.

Grandma's hillside-that beautiful place. In that beautiful place, grass is everywhere; In that beautiful place, wild flowers are in full bloom; In that beautiful place, it is brilliant; In that beautiful place, bathed in the last sunshine of the day.

As the sun sets, there is nothing to do. The setting sun is red. I stood in that beautiful place and looked up at the picturesque sunset.

I saw the sunset was really lovely, standing firmly on the hill without dazzling light. Like a tomato, like a big, red American apple, no, more like a big, red and shiny jade plate, not dazzling at all, but a little bright. I saw the sunset father-in-law give this light to the earth, and the soft light poured down and sprinkled on the rows of citrus trees next to him. These trees immediately became glittering "cash cows", as if gold coins were hanging on the trees. Grandpa Sun shone his light on a small puddle on the side of the road, and the water immediately became sparkling. A breeze is blowing, with the fragrance of earth, and the water is rippling with golden scales and sparkling. Obviously, this happy ripple is Grandpa Sun's masterpiece, and the calm water surface has not been crushed by it. Ah, it is as naughty as we are!

At this time, the sun's face began to glow reddish, and then the red deepened. After a while, the sunset turned into a shy red cloud on the little girl's face.

The sunset around the sunset is getting redder and redder. Some are like red goats, some are like red rabbits and some are like red dragons. The clouds all over the sky are like lilies of cotton, and like golden waves for a while, which is beautiful. I seem to see a pair of friendly friends on the golden beach, telling their parting feelings in the sunset.

It's getting dark, almost covering the sun, and the sun is getting redder and redder, just like a fire illuminating the darkness. I stare blankly at the burning sunset, and I feel a kind of excitement and excitement. Gradually, the sunset in my field of vision far away, far away, and finally completely disappeared.

Isn't this beautiful and charming sunset a wonder? Still make people miss that beautiful place.

I sat by the window alone, staring into the distance. Eyes, already crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, let the tears flow to my mouth, and it was astringent. Let the tears wet the test paper with poor scores just handed out.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in front of the window, but I know that the sun has set and the moon has risen. I don't have time to think about it, but I'm still thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that the more I was afraid, the more inevitable it was. I dare not face up to the teacher's bloodshot eyes, dare not look at the pathetic score, can't believe that this is my hard work for many days, but I have to believe that the poor score is right in front of my eyes and I failed.

The moonlight is bleak, like running water, pouring quietly on the table, making my face pale. I think of my parents, and I may still be working hard at this time; I think of my parents who get up early and work in the dark, so thin; I think of my parents' faces tanned by the sun, wrinkles carved on their foreheads by ruthless years, and chapped hands; Every time I leave, I think of my parents' words of concern and my legs of expectation; Thinking of everyone who cares about her. Now ... I am ashamed of their concern.

Outside the window, the moon has risen so high; In the window, it's the same. Painful memories make me feel too tired. I looked up and tried to stretch my brain. Suddenly, a tall and straight image came into my eyes. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the poplar tree outside the window, the poplar tree that survived many snowstorms. It is taller and straighter than before. I suddenly thought of Madame Curie, Edison and General Wellington ... A cold wind blew and the leaves rustled, interrupting my thoughts. I had a cold war, and my mind was much clearer: no, I must not shrink back, I want to take back the first place that once belonged to me.

Failure only represents yesterday, it can only mean the past, and everything in the past can only be wiped out. I want to start over, face failure with a new attitude and meet the next challenge.

Tears on my face turned into a magical force and poured into my whole body. I turned on the light and the dormitory was much warmer. I looked at the test paper soaked with tears, dried my tears, held the pen, and began to sum up seriously, looking for the reasons for the failure ... I want this failure to be my motivation.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured thousands of miles. I don't know when the stars came out. I blinked my naughty eyes and showed a bright smile on my face.

Dad, you are too strict with me!

When I first entered junior high school, the burden on my shoulders increased a lot. Therefore, you didn't assign me any other study tasks. One night, the teacher was kind to us. I finished my homework early, and then I went to play computer. When you came back to see this situation, you flew into a rage and said that I was so nervous that I still had time to play computer because I didn't study hard and was criticized with alcohol. At this point, I thought, well, I'm still talking about you. Isn't it wrong that you don't come home drunk? Besides, I play computer after finishing my homework on time, relax and have fun, what's wrong! Really, I'll expose you when I go back to my mother! Dad seems to have read my mind and become more severe and severe. "Starting today, I must give you a system, and you are not allowed to watch TV or play computer every Monday to Thursday night. In addition, you should make a weekend plan and do it for me every Sunday! " In the face of my father's aggressive eyes, I had to submit to humiliation and write down my plan. Hey!

I am really unlucky. I'm as drunk as an alcoholic. I can't seem to watch Harry Potter and the Girl Without a Skirt. From now on, I will spend every day with books, mountains and seas.

Dad, don't you think you are too strict with me? You don't know that letting a person do something he doesn't want to do will only make him more bored. Just as you force me to finish the extracurricular study task you gave me every night, I have become tired of learning.

Not as enthusiastic and focused as before. In fact, the correct educational method should be to guide children to learn actively and stimulate their interest in learning, so that children will study harder.

Dad, you shouldn't do this! You are really strict with me. I hope you realize this mistake as soon as possible.

The department concerned reported that none of the children had fallen into the swamp. As a result, opinions vary.

The first kind: that boy must be very scared and fall into the swamp. He must be smelly and dirty. Such a good boy before, alas!

The second kind: he was walking alone on a small road, and suddenly he fell into a swamp. He used the flying skills of Swallow Li San to fly straight ahead, but he was trapped because a beautiful stone tempted him in the swamp. Unexpectedly, in the end he became a loser. Think about it, he ... Alas!

The third kind: he lived in the mud for an hour, and half of his body was outside. However, he is too deep to extricate himself now. So, he began to fall and continued to go to the road of extinction. Alas!

An hour later, he came out, but he was not what people said. He came out, spotless and not smelly at all. Thus, the fourth statement came: the clear is self-clear, and the turbid is self-turbid.

Today's dirty society is like this swamp, and we must purify ourselves before we can step onto the upper class.

At our age, we are all comparing ourselves. Let's say we are all fighting for the highest level of vanity.

I'm fourteen and my brother is seventeen. Of course, he is vain, but in this vanity, it seems to be more strength and purity.

Brother is actually a very avant-garde person. He always wanted to buy a mobile phone some time ago, but he was too embarrassed to ask his parents for it. Because he is very sensible and understands the hardships of his parents' work, he can't bear to watch his parents worry more about our brother and sister. Every time my brother passes by the mobile phone shop, he can't help but stop and look at his favorite mobile phone again and again. ...

Many days have passed, and my brother seems to have forgotten that beautiful dream, but he has lost a lot of weight for a while.

One afternoon on Sunday, I was invited to a classmate's party. I asked my mother for 100 yuan and left. I don't hesitate to take it for granted.

Several primary school friends got together, talking and laughing, so happy! After eating and drinking, we played a lot of games.

Just then, I heard a familiar voice: "Please! Just let me in, I only pick up mineral water bottles and don't touch anything else! " "no! We are a high-class restaurant, how can we let an idle person in? You'd better go elsewhere! " "I only pick up mineral water bottles!"

Following the sound, I walked to the door of the store. The man in front of me was so real that I couldn't believe it-brother!

1。 76 tall figure, now unexpectedly ...

"Why are you here?" I asked testily, feeling my face burning.

"What's the matter with you? Are you ashamed? Put your hands down and realize your wishes on your own. What about you? At the age of fourteen, you will only ask your parents for it and increase their burden! "

A word is like a blow to the head. Seeing my brother's figure is very high in the sunset, I gradually learned to face down.

Beauty. This is the holy spring in the world. It has no decoration, it comes from a kind of nature, a realm that mortals can't reach. Only those who don't go with the flow, are kind-hearted and simple in nature are worthy.

It has been very calm, but there is one thing that makes it ripple in my heart.

That day, my mother took me to the post office by bike. Because of the rain, all the potholes on the ground were filled with rain and mud. After finishing, we are ready to go home. Because I didn't sit well, the ground was slippery, and my mother and I fell off the car. At this time, a nearby bird seller quickly came over and helped our car up. We were just about to thank people when there was a burst of ridicule. I saw three women standing by, smiling while covering their mouths. They dress very fashionably, paint their nails with colorful colors, and wear high heels to dress themselves up beautifully. But what's the use? Those gorgeous appearances can't hide their ugliness at all. They never imagined that their actions would be remembered by others bit by bit, and they had already lost their noble personality. On the contrary, the bird seller, dressed simply and even a little shabby, left as if nothing had happened. The simple appearance did not cover up this person's fiery and beautiful heart.

We will always bury this gratitude in our hearts, infect others with actions and convey this true beauty!