In the last episode, Tan went to the toilet, and everyone talked about him. However, Tan is so strange. ...
"Hey, it seems that everyone has a good impression on me!" Tan secretly thinking in my heart ...
Wow, shit! Tan Caiwu, you are eavesdropping! !
"Hello, your dear Caicai is back!" Tan Caiwu jumped to the door with exaggeration. Everyone didn't respond, because it didn't work for them. They accepted this Tan Caiwu who seems to have connected a nerve by mistake. ...
"Ahem, class begins now!" Teacher Xiaomi pretends to be an official. "Today, I will teach you a new kung fu: Iron Head Kung Fu!"
"Wow!" Everyone screamed, but Tan had no food and sat in a chair like a frightened bird. "There is no food, let me tell you. It is said that there are only some senior teachers in the school, and Xiaomi is one! " If tea politely picks up the teacup and pours it into the stomach ... then he says, "If you practice iron head, a little bump is nothing." When you practice to the highest level, the landslide will survive! " If tea suddenly says to the camera, "Don't believe what I say, children, and don't try!" " "(old joke ...)
"Oh, my God! Is this a trick practiced by people? " No food screaming. Later, it attracted the attention of a group of people who despised it-especially Mr. Xiaomi, who was electrocuted! "er ... this is god's way!" No vegetable can make you use your wisdom quickly. Everyone smiled awkwardly. ...
"Students who have no food, since you are a freshman and haven't practiced kung fu, you can only practice basic skills alone." Teacher Xiaomi echoed. "Then what basic skills do I practice?" Didn't ask about food. "This is it!" Teacher Xiaomi suddenly "changed" a stack of books half a person's height from his hand! "ah? ! Oh, no! I don't want to read textbooks! ! "There is no food to say that finish this sentence, then passed out. ...
"It's over, teacher. What should we do now? " Xiaorou chewed a lollipop and asked the teacher. "er ... he didn't catch it and fainted? I want him to carry these books with a pole and practice his endurance. I didn't know he was so afraid of textbooks ... "Miss Xiaomi answered innocently. "Please ask the teacher, he has eaten too many books in the city, and now he has a phobia of reading!" Cheng Xiaolong said. "Let me try!" Xiaorou stepped forward.
"What are you doing?" Everyone asked. "Wake up wake up you wake up for me! ! "Small soft like Parkinson's disease and shook his head. Collective gorgeous fainted ... "So he can't wake up!" After a long silence, he said, "We must find the root cause and save people!" ""mm-hmm! "Everyone nodded approvingly." what are you going to do？ "Xiaolong asked." Ok ... give him a little jiaozi and see if he can wake up ... "This group of people fainted in a gorgeous way again. ...
"Well, what are you doing?" No food to wake up. "There is no food, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Would you like some tea? " If tea comes first, ask. "No, that's all." "Stop reading pear blossom poems!" Xiaorou covered her ears and cried bitterly. "all right! Miss Xiaomi, can you stop me from reading the textbook? I hate such feudal education! " Nothing to say. Teacher Xiaomi replied: "I didn't let you read it, just let you carry these books with a pole to practice endurance!" " Please listen to faint next time! ""oh. Then I'm relieved! "There is no food to rest assured. Suddenly, the small universe broke out. He jumped up from his chair, jumped on it, and gave a "howl" in a tone-deaf voice: "Learn! We fight! Yeah! "
There are several cold currents in the wind. Is that the sound of winter exile? The bright sunshine outside the window shines in my heart. On the glass window, there is a smile as happy as the sunshine before you left. The faint smile left me with a lingering memory, just like the traces carved on your face by the years.
Before long, my mother and uncle will be in tears in front of your monument, and my uncle will repeat the scene of grief when people are separated forever in front of your grave. How much you love us! You are like a mountain in my grandmother's heart. After you fell, my grandmother's spiritual support collapsed. I finally understand the meaning of "growing old overnight". Your smiling eyes remind me of your memory and the scene with you.
You always leave us the best things. How many times, you and your grandmother staggered and carried a lot of things up to the fifth floor, panting for our whole family. At that time, you warmed my heart like the sunshine in winter.
I still remember that you often made me smile through tears, but I remember the deepest time was in the summer vacation in XX.
In the small town in August, the sun is like fire, and the average temperature is as high as 30 degrees Celsius. I can't stand the heat and don't like blowing air conditioning, so I came to see you. Excited, I forgot the high threshold when I entered the door and skipped to your place. "Plop ..." After a sound, I fell to the ground, my elbow peeled off, and my tears fell like sifting beans. You look at my face like a bitter gourd skin, touch my head, make faces like a child and tease me. I laughed my head off. In the summer sunshine, you are a sun umbrella, shielding me from the strong sunshine, and I feel like a happy bird. In my heart, you are as lofty as Mount Tai and occupy a huge position in my heart. Your childlike innocence has brought a lot of laughter to your family. You are like a pistachio, always bringing us some unexpected surprises. How much we love you!
When I saw you again, you were lying in a cold bed, and despite the heartbreaking cries of your family, you were still indifferent. You are so weak, just like the sunset outside the window, slowly sinking, and my face is like a blank sheet of paper. At that moment, my heart was like a meteorite, and it would fall at any time. When the sun is almost completely swallowed by the night, your face suddenly turns red. I know it's called "just to shine", but I still can't help jumping with joy. You smiled and said to us, "You must live a beautiful life safely and healthily ..." You swallowed your last breath and left us forever. At that moment, Songshan wailed, Shui Ying whimpered, and the sky in Wan Li was covered with a rosy glow that would never fade. I know that is your deep love for us!
Your smile has left an indelible mark on my life!
How many stars are there in the sky? I don't know, maybe there are countless stars. How far is the Milky Way galaxy in the universe? Far, far away Then what's in your clear eyes?
Naive teenagers wear cool clothes. The straw hat in summer covered the summer heat, stood two or three meters away, looked back slightly, and showed a green smile, sweet and a little astringent.
White nepotism flutters with the wind, like catkins in March. He was in the midst of prosperity, but in that street, he left a string of left-behind figures.
Simple friendship is disappearing under the trace of time. Looking back at the scene of the teenager's departure, it contains nostalgia, reluctance, and faint bitterness. What makes your clear eyes bitter? Don't lie to me, tell me, is the prosperity here disturbing the people and not good for the freshness here? Maybe it's hard for me to understand Really, it's hard to understand. Young girls have no money.
"The back seat of the bicycle and your clean clothes, those days are as long as summer is always sunny. Naive teenagers fantasize about the future, a spotless pure white era. "
The ambition and blood of youth are so far away from your fragrance that she can't tell you how charming your cool grass fragrance is.
Girls walk behind boys, and the winding path is full of weeds. Gao Lian covered his head, and they were like two lovely white rabbits, shuttling back and forth in the grass.
The girl's face was tickled by weeds, but the grass approached her without concession. The girl let out a low cry and pushed the weeds away with her hand. The boy came over to help her sort out the small thorn balls stuck to her clothes. The girl smiled sweetly and said, "Look, I can open it." The surrounding weeds were gently pushed away by the girl. The boy took the girl and said, "If you follow me, you won't be tied."
The sun shines around, and weeds block the dazzling light for them, and they walk through the grass one by one. The boy looked and picked up her mother, then looked at the little girl and said, "You will wait for me, right?" The girl smiled and said, "Well, we will play together." The boy took off the light blue crystal bracelet and put it on the girl's hand, and walked to his mother's car.
The girl grabbed the light blue bracelet on her wrist and silently said to the car leaving in the distance, your eyes are as clear as the sky, but you haven't told me yet. What's in your clear eyes like water? Maybe I already know the answer. Or maybe I don't know.
In fact, the real answer, I want to hear you say, the cool eyes are shining with bright moonlight, the gentle tone is firm, your eyes are quiet from here, forget the secular, and shine with the light of friendship.
The sunset is fading on the horizon, and I have already felt the answer in your eyes. Tears rise in deep blue eyes, the sea of Wang Yang-goodbye, unforgettable eyes, now I see the incomprehensible answer.
"Naive teenagers fantasize about the spotless pure white era in the future." That boy in those days, sincere friendship surrounded her, the answer of friendship, the warm answer.
It's New Year's Eve again, and the lanterns hanging in the yard are all lit up and brightly lit. Different from usual, there are many noisy firecrackers on New Year's Eve this year. I lie in bed at night, thinking that the guns are gone, but the taste of the year will not change at all. The quiet air brought back memories of a few years ago.
Back in time, one year on New Year's Eve, I was in Beijing. Relatives and friends sat around a big round table with melon seeds and peanuts on it, and laughter filled the living room. There is snow all over the sky outside the window. The snow in Beijing is not as simple as a few snow seeds, but snowflakes, even cotton wool snowballs. Take a snowflake in your hand and observe it with a magnifying glass. They are crystal clear, with strong lines, compact and symmetrical. It's like a stitch.
There is also a unique place in Beijing-every New Year, the streets and alleys will set up temporary "fireworks and firecrackers sales points" with board houses. Each board house is very small, about three or four square meters, but the firecrackers inside are gaudy. Hundreds of Northeasters shouted at me: "Young man, buy expensive ones!"
The most interesting thing is the Beijing ice car. Every year during the Spring Festival, several meters of ice will freeze on the lake in Beijing. Some people put their skates under the class chairs, and people can skate on the ice with two poles ... In winter in Beijing, it is cold and dry, but even on the ice, it can breed such laughter. Many people often say that times have changed and the taste of the year has faded. Beijing is the best counterexample. In this modern city, we can easily find that it contains the most traditional Spring Festival and the most simple flavor of the year in China.
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, my father took my grandmother back to Changsha. At four o'clock in the afternoon, my grandmother began to work and have dinner. What she wants to do is to add medicine to chicken soup. Fresh hens are shaved, bled and eviscerated. Ginseng, Tremella, Longan, Astragalus and other medicinal materials are added, and jujube is added to remove bitterness, and cooking wine is used to remove fishy smell. They are put in a pot for nearly two hours. In the evening, the chicken soup was finally baked. When the lid was opened, the smell was overflowing and the city was appetizing. There are a few oil stars floating in the golden chicken soup, which are full of color, flavor and taste. Take a sip of sweet and mellow chicken soup and go straight to the taste buds. Grandma said that this is a specialty she has made for nearly forty years, and all the ingredients are brought from her hometown. A delicious meal and a bowl of chicken soup are full of strong flavor of the year.
The taste of the year is not only firecrackers, but also WeChat red envelopes. No matter when and where, the flavor of the year is always everywhere.
In the process of growing up, I had both laughter and pain. When you are happy, you are accompanied by a smile. When I was in pain, I was accompanied by tears, but tears seemed more memorable than smiles.
I will always remember that day. It was an afternoon in primary school. I only got a few points in an exam. How should I face my father's stern face? When I got home, I gently pushed open the door and crept into the room. My father has come to me, staring at the test paper on the table, and his face has become gloomy. Then, he began to criticize meaningfully. My father's words pierced my heart like needles. I cried, tears welled up in my eyes. These tears are sour and bitter. After criticizing me, my father began to help me correct my mistakes, such as a spring breeze blowing through my heart, as if nothing had happened. These tears seem to make me know my father better and appreciate his love more. My relationship with my father seems to be getting closer.
The teacher's love also makes me unforgettable. This is an unexpected situation. I suddenly had a nosebleed when I was doing exercises, so I ran to the faucet and cried, tears mixed with blood. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure, the figure of the class teacher. The teacher frowned and took good care of me. My tears came down again. These are tears of emotion and happiness. The teacher surrounded me with love.
Tears are a touch, a happiness and an experience.
Three days later, Li Tian's injury healed, and Li Qingtian dared to be so arrogant. Later, he didn't take good care of him. He began to practice the Li family's stone fist. Because Li Tian's position in the Li family is not high, the martial arts he can practice is not so good. Wushu is divided into four levels: Heaven and Earth, Huang Xuan, and each level has three levels. However, Li Tian is practicing yellow martial arts now, and five days have passed unconsciously. Although Li Tian practiced harder than before,
The next morning, Li Tian went out and searched in the back hill all day, but he didn't see anything that could enhance his strength or let him inherit. Li Tian saw that it was dusk and was about to go down the mountain when it suddenly became dark and thunder rolled. When Li Tianzheng was about to hide, a flash of lightning struck straight down and he lost consciousness. Somehow, he heard a voice saying, "I really didn't expect that there are people in this world who can be completely integrated with my blood." Really! " Lucky human boy, make good use of my blood and regain control of time and everything; Let the old guys know:' I am the only one in the world' and let the old guys regret it, hahaha. "
After a while, Li Tian woke up and found something in his head. It was really a memory. Li Tian looked at it carefully and found that these are all refining devices, alchemy, spells and a set of martial arts "Heaven Pupil God's Tactics" that matches his own blood. Li Tian got familiar with it and found that his left eye could see far. I don't know what happened. He wants to know if this is just the blood thing that the old man said. Li Tian doesn't want to practice directly on the ground anymore. An hour later, he found that his strength had improved a lot, and he even went to the budokan mirror at the prefecture level, and his eye pupil could only practice the lowest pupil. Li Tian thinks he must practice hard.
Li Tian went home to continue his practice.
It was an autumn afternoon and the autumn wind was rustling. I came back from the bookstore and saw my mother going out with a bag in her hand. My mother didn't tie her shoelaces. I was a little surprised and leaned against the door. After seeing her leave, mother walked into the yard and grandma stopped her.
Bend over, bend over. Grandma began to tie her mother's shoelaces. The summer wind brushed her face and swept the treetops of osmanthus trees, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.
Grandma's hair was blown flying before her mother's eyes, and her mouth was slightly caring. Perhaps it is the beautiful light that makes grandma's cocoon-forming hands rosy and shuttle back and forth in her mother's shoelaces. That autumn was the shadow of happiness. The sunset glow of that day was a witness angel, leaving a bright light on her and grandma's cheeks.
My mother hung her head down like a little girl who made a mistake, and her face turned red at once. The yellowish color overflowed from the mid-levels and fell on her red cheeks. My mother suddenly looks like a shining star. Looking at this scene, I have a kind of envy and happiness, as if I were my mother or my grandmother. I will always remember this scene in the beautiful sunset. Remember the affection that crossed the air and jumped over the treetops.
I looked blankly, and my face was never happy. I just smiled slightly and smiled for this beautiful smile.
The wonderful moment was very long, and my mother cried. Tears passed through the morning glow and happiness and stayed on my grandmother's thick cotton-padded clothes. My mother convulsed and helped her up with her hands. "Mom, you have worked hard. I will rub your legs." My mother said to her grandmother. "Don't you want to go to work? I don't want to keep you. " Grandma said with a smile. "Mom, even if I resign now, even if there is an emergency in the company, I will help you clean it, because I am your daughter, because I want to set an example for my children and be a person who knows how to repay and appreciate." After my mother said this, grandma also left tears, which passed through her heart and touched people. Grandma is sitting on the stone bench in the yard. Hold on a little longer, and I'll help you rub it more comfortably ... "
That afternoon was the best and happiest, which made me understand a life truth.
Gratitude is everyone's obligation and our minimum happiness. Only by learning to be grateful can we appreciate the sweetness and happiness of the family!
One day in the summer vacation, the train station.
"The train to xxx is about to leave, please return it ..." With the friendly voice of the announcer, I dragged my suitcase onto the train. Find a place to sit down and I'll pick up the music. Outside the window, the afternoon sun is bright and warm. Suddenly a crisp voice came: "Hello! May I sit here? " I followed the sound, it was a beautiful girl, wearing a simple but elegant white skirt. "good!" I answered with a smile.
"Hey, is that a piano score in your hand?" The girl's voice was full of surprise. "Well, you also learn piano?" I satisfied the book in my hand and asked. "Of course," his eyes were full of confidence. "I have studied for five years. Hey, the piano is pouring from my fingertips, and I am so happy to bathe in the sunshine. " She said she was drunk. I seem to have found a bosom friend. A sense of happiness arises spontaneously. I continued to communicate with her with great joy.
It seems that we are old friends whom we haven't seen for many years, and we have quickly changed from the formality of strangers to the intimacy of intimate friends. We talk about almost everything from astronomical geography to historical current affairs. The train went forward with a bang, and the wind blowing outside the window was cool. From the chat, I learned that she was going to the same place with me. I was surprised and suggested, "Since we are going to the same place, how about going together?" Hearing this, she said happily, "OK, let's go together!"
Time flies, we arrive at our destination, we pull our suitcases and walk out of the train station together.
Along the way, the air was filled with the laughter of two girls, and the sunset dragged their shadows for a long time. ...
●● Teacher's comment: This article tells a passage in the journey, with vivid details, fluent language and sunny theme.
Occasionally I talked to my sister about the color of the wall and suddenly thought of the symbol of color. Isn't it a wonderful life to blend these bits and pieces of tones together? -inscription
Childhood: red
Childhood is pure and flawless, and it is a bright time in life. Looking back on my childhood, every time I am happy, I feel like a red lantern: I climb the tree to pick fruit to eat, and even if I scratch the tender meat, my smile is still like a crescent moon; Go to the pond to catch fish. Whenever I catch a fish, I always shout, "I catch a fish, I catch a fish!" " "That kind of excitement has become an indelible memory.
Youth: green
Childhood is full of energy. When I wake up every morning, I always feel that the new day is full of effort, hope and vitality, and I still don't forget to work hard for myself: "Go, go, come on!" " Maybe I'm still ignorant. If I'm wrong, just spit out my tongue jokingly and nothing will happen. Childhood is magical. Although it is not as carefree as childhood, it is also attractive because of its hope.
Youth: orange
If youth is full of vigor, then youth is implicit. Although there is no impulse and vitality as a teenager, it also has a unique side. Orange stands for knowing each other. With tacit understanding, people are no longer strangers. Trust others and you will be happy.
Middle age, old age ... we still need to look to the future. As long as we face every day happily, every life will become rich and colorful!
I am a grain of rice, waiting for fate without any worries. But I didn't expect the beautiful master to set his eyes on me and happily took me to the black rice explosion machine. Looking at this hot iron guy, my heart is shaking.
"Examination, examination." The students shouted wildly, but who didn't know that the exam was coming? Always talking endlessly, it seems that only in this way will the mountain on his back be lighter and the blood will flow. He's a little angry.
Suddenly, a loud noise scared me out of my wits. Suddenly, smoke billowed. Somehow, my companions and I walked into the darkness, and then, bang! Bang! I can't stop thinking. We look at me, and I look at you, and I can't help laughing. It turns out that we are all monsters with black bodies and eyes. But I felt very confused, I didn't know what would happen in the future, and then my eyes shifted to the black wall.
On campus, he looked up at the sky. The stars seem to blink and laugh at themselves; In the teaching building, he looked down at the bustling city, shining with colorful lights; The originally dark campus was particularly bright, and he was at a loss, embarrassed and his vision was even more blurred.
We rolled around in the hot stove, and even the pain on our bodies made it difficult for us to breathe and almost suffocate. Coupled with thirst, my brother's body is expanding more and more, and our space is shrinking sharply.
He sat at the table, recalling what the teachers had said: "The third grade is the foundation of the journey of life, and it is also a critical moment that determines your destiny. If you don't work hard now, study at home and stay in college. " ..... "It seems that he deliberately turned his attention to him, and he dismissed it. His thoughts began to fly. If he can have a pair of angel wings, if he has a "paradise", if he never takes exams again, if ... At this time, his classmates' big brothers and sisters also looked at him and said meaningfully, "He is my brother, why should we be born in this world?" Has the world developed? " Helpless, helpless ... "
Bang! The temperature finally dropped slowly and the darkness was broken. "The light is coming!" "We shouted, but a hot air rushed into the bag. Dancing and smiling at each other, it turns out that we have all become so white and beautiful and so delicious. A question mark appeared in unison. Why weren't we like this when we were in the rice fields? Focus on the black rice blaster and nodded his head.
It turns out that we would never blossom without "pressure"!