What is worth 10 thousand gold in the third grade? 1 Father's love, like gold, shines forever; Father's love, like gold, always comes out at the most critical moment, but father's love is his father's thunderous snoring.
When I was a child, I would ask my father if there was a drum team in his stomach, and my father would say, I'm afraid. I want to scare away the mouse with my small nose. I envy my father, and I will be very stable with him.
As time goes by, I will gradually become a junior high school student, and my father's snoring is getting louder and louder. One day, I finally couldn't help it. I ran into my father's room angrily and said, "Dad, can you stop snoring at night? I can't study because of the noise!" " "Say that finish, I slammed the door, and my father's face showed an embarrassed expression. From then on, dad's snoring suddenly disappeared.
I've always wondered. I learned from my mother that my father didn't go to bed until I fell asleep every night. Even though I studied late, he kept waiting for me to fall asleep. From then on, I never heard my father snore again, so I settled down to study. After reviewing these nights, I also achieved good results in these two exams. When I got home, my father cooked me a lot of delicious dishes to celebrate my academic achievements and made me very relaxed.
Dad's snoring rang again, and this time I didn't ask for anything. Dad's snoring is my best companion, accompanying me into the night. Yes, father's love shines like gold, like that "fireball", like that star, like that "jade plate" to accompany me all my life.
After a long hesitation, I finally got up the courage to dial your number. A moment later, it was your familiar voice, and I remembered our past.
root
I remember in Chinese class, we watched a bug crawl slowly together, and then I found that my deskmate was a girl with short hair. Slowly, we began to talk in class and chase after class. We will discuss English and remember grammar together, and you will start teaching me math, which I can't do at all. Whenever I am surrounded by it, your appearance always solves the problem. After laughing, let's have the next discussion. When the exam results were handed out for the first time, I found that the tomboy who came to me was the first in the class. Soon, we are no longer deskmates. Although we are familiar with each other, every time we smile at each other, it is particularly warm. Inadvertently, friendship takes root.
Break ground-start a construction project
When your grades were high, people in your class began to attack you secretly. Say that you are entangled with a boy in the exam. I'm sorry that I actually believed it and began to alienate you. Just when we were about to become strangers, you took me under the ginkgo tree at school and watched the fallen leaves wither. Do you think we should stop here? I didn't speak, just watching you hold your head back, looking at the sky overhead, sad and lost … At that moment, I knew I should believe you. In this way, our friendship tree broke through the ground and was full of growth vitality.
seed
You are still a good girl in the eyes of teachers, and I am still an unknown middle school student. However, we will go home together at noon every day and find some beautiful scenery at school to relax ourselves. In the afternoon, we sat back to back on the playground, telling each other happy or unhappy things. We will sit on the low wall of the school, sing our favorite songs and feel the sound of the wind blowing. Occasionally, I will write a composition in the classroom and put it in the contribution box of the school magazine, waiting to be selected ... The days passed quietly, but suddenly I found that the tree of friendship has sprouted, and none of us can live without each other.
grow up
..... Senior 3 sports meeting, you made an earth-shattering decision, you have to run 3 kilometers. Repeated dissuasion is ineffective, so I can only say, "Then I'll pick you up at the finish line!" Looking at your firm eyes, I can only sigh helplessly. The sports meeting arrived, but just as you were running three kilometers, it rained heavily. But the game didn't stop, it continued. The cheerleaders on the playground were scattered by the heavy rain, leaving only a few struggling to shout. After running with you, I can't run any further. So, I shuttled through the muddy playground to cheer for you! Finally, the sprint is coming, but your face is obviously overdrawn and you are running with heavy steps ... When I watched all the people sprinting, I didn't see you, and my heart tightened, fearing that you would give up halfway. I quickly searched all the way along the runway, only to find that you left halfway ... You looked at my trouser legs covered with muddy water and soaked clothes in surprise and smiled. "Nothing, you did your best." You nodded, and I watched you go home. For the first time, I found that I was so desperate to meet a friend. The tree of friendship is growing.
I graduated because I failed in the exam. I don't want to contact you, I don't want to contact you, and I don't want you to see my sadness. Four months have passed, but I haven't forgotten our friendship. I still remember you saying that we protect the tree of friendship with our heart, breathe hard together, laugh together and cry together.
..... chatted for a while and then hung up. I looked up at the sky because I didn't want any liquid to flow through my face.
I don't know why, the straight and flat path has become an outer leg, the charming flowers and plants on both sides of the road have become eclipsed, and the blue sky in the morning has become no longer blue. The beautiful scenery in front of me has become so boring because of my poor score-61.
The closer I am to home, the more confused I am. I seem to see my father's generous slap fall heavily on me. I'm crying, and the paper is still beside me ... the more I think about it, the more scared I am. At the door, I calmed my nervous and flustered heart, gently opened the door and entered the house. Everything is as calm as usual. My mother is cooking and my father is reading the newspaper on the sofa, looking like a judge. I quickly hid in the room like a mouse meets a cat, thinking: how can I finish the task of signing the test paper? Why don't you sign it? I can't. I did badly in the exam. Not signing? No, the teacher has to check ... time has passed, and I am hesitant. What if I sign my father's name? ..... I dare not think. Finally, I walked out of the house with a little anxiety and panic.
At school, the teacher checked my test paper and asked me, "Wenjing, why don't you sign it?" "It's because my parents aren't here ..." I stammered, even surprised myself. I lied. At this time, I lied for the first time. My deskmate said, "Teacher, she lied. I saw her mother today. " I blushed at once and wanted to stick my head in the drawer. Unexpectedly, the teacher was not angry, but said gently and sincerely: "Students, it is not important to do well in the exam, what is important is to make yourself more confident;" Face the bad bravely, so as to spur yourself to progress. Signing is not to persuade others to slip away, but to let your parents beat and scold you, and to let your parents know about your study. You have to understand this. Therefore, I believe any self-motivated classmate! I believe that sooner or later, they will honestly face their achievements and continue to work hard. " Say that finish, the teacher nodded at me knowingly. I can't help it. I'm full of strength. Yes, you can't face bad grades bravely. It is shameful to cheat others because of poor grades. Only if you have enough courage to face the results, will you have enough confidence to challenge the next exam! I said to myself: I'm going back to sign my name, and then I'm going to apologize to the teacher.
Oh, teacher, your kindness and gentleness have swept away the dust in a student's heart, and let me understand that only honesty is the inexhaustible motive force that leads you to pursue progress continuously.
What is an excellent composition worth 10 thousand yuan? Grade 3 4 went to grandparents' house with my parents again. I complain in my heart, but I can't show it on my face. How can it be comfortable to play mobile phone in bed at home? I sat at the table reluctantly.
Not very familiar with the seven aunts and eight aunts, they asked me some questions. I casually replied "good" and "well" and took out my mobile phone to brush Weibo. Grandpa saw me like this and asked, "Xiao Chang, are you still practicing calligraphy?" "Calligraphy?" I didn't take my eyes off my mobile phone. "I would have stopped writing. I don't have much time to study. " Hearing this, grandpa seemed suddenly angry, put down his chopsticks and walked into the house. My dad slapped me hard and motioned for me to follow, so I put down my cell phone and followed.
I wanted to apologize immediately, but when I walked into the room, I found my grandfather reading the calligraphy on his desk. This was written this morning. The study is still filled with faint ink, and the handwriting on the rice paper is shiny and black. In a trance, I remembered the memory fragments when my grandfather asked me to write calligraphy when I was a child. At that time, watching my grandfather wield a brush freely, I cried and shouted to learn. I struggled to hold the pen with fleshy hands, imitated my grandfather's appearance on the paper and wrote my name exemplary. Grandpa patted me on the head and said, "It's really good. I have to write to grandpa in the future. " During that time, I held an inkstone every day to help my grandfather grind ink carefully and practice the correct pen holding posture. I had to dig out my grandfather's collection of works and pen and ink. The smell of ink, the thick ink, and the sentences my grandfather taught me to write on rice paper have already turned yellow, become old and forgotten with my memory. My grandfather was looking at me when I recovered from my memory. "Chang, are you going to write calligraphy again?" I nodded, my eyes moist.
With the growth of age, mobile phones have come into my life. Frame your activities in this small object, but ignore many things that should be cherished. According to my father, grandpa has always refused to use his mobile phone because he still loves simple brush, rice paper and ink. What about me? But even when answering questions from relatives, I hold my mobile phone. When I called my grandparents on my mobile phone, was grandpa thinking of writing to me? When I was about to forget how to hold the brush, grandpa finally woke me up. "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold." I miss such an era. The inculcation of parents, the sincere communication between children and parents and the affection between the lines in Fu Lei's Letter have inspired many parents and children all over the world. Lin Juemin's masterpiece The Book with His Wife has sincere feelings that make people cry. Lu You never forgot the recovery of the motherland until the last moment in ShiZi. And in such a happy environment, can't I convey my thoughts to my grandparents through letters? Put down your phone, and you can escape the slavery of the phone. You should write a letter to express your feelings, shouldn't you?
Tomorrow, I will definitely mention the brush again and write a letter to grandpa.
What is worth 10 thousand yuan in grade three? After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
On the battlefield, do you know how much responsibility those anti-Japanese warriors who resolutely went to the battlefield have to shoulder? They want to be good husbands, good sons and good fathers, and they want to be good soldiers of the country! But these are hard to say, so I have to write to express them.
Every word, unpretentious, reveals pure feelings. I love my country and my family. I have a pure heart. I am willing to dedicate my beautiful youth to national liberation and homeland peace. This is our soldier!
The whole book describes the letters left by soldiers who died for their country, or "especially Beibei is very naughty, leaving it behind for a while and climbing into her mother's arms for a while ..." Zuo Quan misses her children; Or "I hope parents don't worry ..."; Or "the determination to die for the country and the nation, the sea is unclear, the stone is not rotten ..." Great ambition. ...
Looking at the letters written by soldiers, I seem to be a soldier writing letters, writing letters with tears in the dim light of kerosene lamps. After reading it, I immediately felt the smoke of war, a burst of gunfire, roar and spattered blood. ...
Parents' thoughts, wives' thoughts, and children's thoughts vanished in a flash.
They rushed to the enemy's bullets on the battlefield for the sake of the country and the rejuvenation of the motherland, regardless of the dissuasion of their loved ones. ...
The country is where people are, and the country is dead.
Now comfortable and peaceful environment, isn't it what they bought with blood?
How stupid I used to throw the red scarf around, and I didn't cherish it at all, because no one knew the meaning of the red scarf at all. At that time, I just became a young pioneer. How did I take the oath?
Today, I was holding the book "The Book of the Anti-Japanese War", and my heart kept dripping with tears. They can give their lives for their country. This is the memory of our ancestors in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. Remember history, don't forget the past, there will be tomorrow.
In the 1960s, communication was a common way for ordinary people to communicate and connect their feelings. I remember that it was the end of 1998, and I came to Jinan, which is known as the "beautiful spring city", with the entrustment of my relatives and my vision for the future, and became a recruit in a military camp in Jinan.
When I first joined the army, everything in the barracks was strange and novel to me, but I felt a little lonely and homesick in the face of the tight and orderly army life with straight lines and squares. But fortunately, whenever I feel homesick, I always get letters from my parents at home. In the letter, they introduced me to the recent situation at home, asked me to be caring and attentive, and taught me how to be a man. Every time I read a letter, there is always a feeling of wanting more. Sometimes I read a letter several times, and every time I read it, my heart is warm.
Perhaps because of the history of being a soldier in my life, I learned to write letters. Whenever weekends or holidays come, I always take out paper and pens, write a letter to my parents and relatives thousands of miles away, say hello to them, tell them about my study, work and life in the military camp, and reassure them. In the days of communication, I became happy and full of motivation when I was lonely.
The times are developing and the society is progressing. With the development of modern communication technology, letters were gradually replaced by telephone in the middle and late 1980s. Since then, my correspondence with my parents, relatives and friends has been decreasing. I used to write once every few weeks, but I rarely communicated with them for months or even a year. Frequent phone calls have become a common way for me and my family and relatives.
What is lost is beautiful. Not long ago, my wife and I packed our things and prepared to move. We inadvertently dug out a pile of yellowed letters from the bottom of the box, looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, and our thoughts suddenly returned to the time when we first joined the army. Oh! How time flies! I have joined the army 15, 15 everything has changed ... I was not without emotion when I held the letter. This is our spiritual sustenance, bearing the thoughts and comfort of our family, as if we heard the exhortation and teaching of our parents in our ears. The letters were originally simple, but now they are so precious and so mobile.
My wife looked at me with a sad face and said, "Don't look, the more you look, the more sad you get." Get rid of it? " I was a little surprised to hear my wife's words. How can I throw them away? I said to my wife, "Letters are the most authentic, beautiful and meticulous ties between families, which can't be replaced by any other means of communication. Letters from home are the call of hearts, without any embellishment or decoration. We can speak freely and freely, and no matter how time passes, we can naturally pour out our thoughts and feelings in our home letters. No matter whether you are happy, sad, sad or annoyed, you can give us encouragement, share joy and soothe the wounds. "
The wife said thoughtfully, indeed, why don't we all talk about that a letter from home is worth a ton of gold? Before I could speak, my wife put the letter in order. I think every time we open these letters again, we will still remember them vividly and be moved. I'm afraid this is the charm and value of letters!
What is worth 10 thousand yuan in grade three? The ancient poem says, "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold". This sentence shows the preciousness of a letter from home. The preciousness of a letter from home is not only material, but also spiritual, a yearning, and an expression of a daughter's affection and filial piety to her parents. All virtues and filial piety come first, how important filial piety is! How important a letter from home is!
Wandering away, naturally, I often miss my hometown. Without parents' nagging in their ears, they will no longer quarrel with their parents, but is this happiness? The answer is "no"! What I used to hate most was my parents' nagging. I wouldn't be used to it without my parents' nagging. Parents always love their children. They raise their children all their lives, and the children will eventually leave their parents and leave them at home. Parents often feel lonely, but children don't understand. They thought they made money, paid their father's living expenses, and even hired a nanny to take care of them. They think this is the best reward. In fact, what parents care about is not how much money their children give them, but their desire for their children.
It may be difficult for a wanderer to go home often, but it is very simple to express his filial piety with a letter from home. It is important to do this simple thing with your heart. Without this heart, it would be really heartless. It is very important for us to express our filial piety with letters from home. We should tie all our worries, words we want to say, thoughts of our parents and relatives, care for them and care we want to express in a letter from home. Give relief to parents who miss themselves and care about themselves, let him rest assured and let go of his concern.
"After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold." Whenever I think of this poem, I have a strong feeling of missing my loved ones. I want to send a letter to my parents and can't help but want to explode. The so-called saying that a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, although it really doesn't reach a million dollars, its role will never be replaced by a million dollars for wanderers and their families. In terms of family value, it even exceeds the value of a million dollars.
A letter from home is worth more than ten thousand dollars. No matter how much money you send to your parents, you might as well send a letter from home. Only a letter from home can express your feelings, convey your feelings, and let the wanderers express our filial piety with a letter from home!
That is the metal box that my father bought for me. The only key is hidden at the bottom of the box, and no one knows it. I put it in the corner of the wardrobe and let the clothes cover it.
It contains nearly 100 "home letters" from my family. This is the treasure I swore I would run away even if the house caught fire. These are the letters I wrote with my parents since I could write. There are only a few small notes in pinyin at the bottom, and then two or three pages of dense homework papers are written from the heart when my parents and I may have misunderstandings or have something unspeakable. More than 100 thick letters, ranging from "Mom and Dad, I want to eat steamed buns in the morning" to my lifelong events. Long, short, nothing missing, all in it.
The earliest one was a short message, the original text was probably: Mom, homework should be money, on the desk. I'll get the water first. Look at the letter at that time. I can't write "sign" and "sleep" yet, which is very immature.
One of them was written by me. On that day, my parents quarreled badly, as if it was because my father went out late every day. My mother was very angry and I was very sad, which almost led to a "tragedy". Fortunately, all misunderstandings were resolved before my "letter from home"-"Dad, you go out to socialize every night, saying that you make money to support your family, but what if you make money and your body is broken? Now I sleep in a bed of 1.5 meters, and I will buy a bed of 2 meters when I earn money. Without you, my mother can only sleep half a bed. What's the use? It is better to huddle together to keep warm ... "
There is also an apology letter from my mother, apologizing for being irrational to me the night before-"I'm really sorry for being rude to you last night. Mom was really hot-headed, but I really did it for your own good, yours … "But I was still very angry and tore up the letter. A few days later, I discovered the importance of the letter again, and found the "wreckage" of the letter, pasted it with tape paper, put it in an envelope, and carefully put it into the treasure chest.
In this way, the letter from home solved many contradictions. Of course, there are many blessings and suggestions, which are closely related to the life of our family. As time goes on, letters from home become less and less. Those are the original records of my life with my parents, and they are my treasures today and tomorrow. It can really be called "a letter from home is worth a ton of gold"!