As soon as the students listened, they drew with all their heart. In less than 5 minutes, the students finished painting and handed it to the teacher one after another. Only Mi Xiaoquan squatted at the table, and the drawing paper was still blank. This is, the teacher came over and said, "Mi Xiaoquan, since you drew the snow monster!" " "Mi Xiaoquan listened and said," Teacher Zhang, you are so funny. I can't draw at all. "Teacher Zhang listened and said," Then you can draw some lines or dots casually! "M Xiao Yuan added," this is ridiculous. Who can't draw some? "When Mi Xiaoquan finished, he drew a dot on the white paper and said," Well, it's done. "The teacher took a photo of Mi Xiaoquan and began to study.
Half an hour later, the teacher finally said, "Please sign your name." Mi Xiaoquan was shocked and thought, "Can I sign this painting, too?" Mi Xiaoquan thought about it, took the painting from the teacher, signed his name and handed it to the teacher.
Mi Xiaoquan came to see the school art exhibition the next day. At this time, this scene surprised him because he had his own painting yesterday! Mi Xiaoquan was very moved and finally decided to paint well and become a great painter in the future!
After more than ten years, Mi Xiaoquan finally became a world-famous painter with the spirit of hard practice and never giving up. However, he will never forget ten years ago, because that was when he was a child and could not draw anything!
The story of love 2 recalls the past, and the joy, anger, sadness and joy of childhood seem to emerge in front of us. Every time I see a concerned look, I will think of something deep in my memory.
It was a sunny afternoon, and when I came to the classroom, I devoted myself to intense review, because the math teacher said that I would have an exam later. "Ding Ding Ding", the class preparation bell rang mercilessly. I held my breath and waited quietly for the teacher to come. "Da Da" footsteps reached the ears of every student in our class-the teacher is coming! After a while, the test finally started.
One minute passed, and I handed in my paper unconsciously. I handed it in with a straight face. Quiet, quiet, no bad feelings. It was not until one afternoon that the teacher kept a straight face in class that I began to have a bad feeling. "This test is very bad. Distribute files now. " The teacher said. "75 points." The teacher called my name and read my score. I don't believe it in my heart. How did I do so badly in the exam?
I didn't say a word until school was over. At this time, my deskmate suddenly said to me, "Don't be sad. Try harder next time and you will do well in the exam. " "Yes, yes, it is said that modesty makes people progress. Make persistent efforts next time and you will definitely achieve good results. " The students around also chimed in. Hearing this, my nose ached and my tears could not help but stay. Tears as big as peas wet my skirt.
There are always people around us who care about you. They will appear when you need help most, and what they need in return is very simple, maybe it's just a smile from you, maybe it's a "thank you", maybe it's a grateful hug from you, maybe it's just a request: let you care about others and fill the world with a caring heart.
Love story 3: I have a kind grandmother. When I mentioned her, I felt indescribable excitement and pride. Jingle bell ... I was awakened by the hurried alarm clock. Look out the window, it's still a little dark; Look at the watch again, yeah! It's six forty-five, and I'm going to be late for school. It's too late to eat spicy food. I can only drink some hot water in the morning and starve myself, I think helplessly. At that time, my stomach growled. Suddenly, the door opened. When I saw it, it was grandma. She panted with an iron bowl: "Wei Wei, you didn't answer my phone just now." I knew you didn't get up. " I made an omelet specially for you. Eat it quickly! "I took an omelet in one hand and ate it three times without thinking. Grandma smiled with relief and said, "Is it delicious? I can do it for you every day. "Then, she took me to school with a tricycle. She rode very fast all the way. After a while, she turned to me and asked, "Is it cold?" I jokingly said, "It's cold, I'm freezing to death. "
"Cold, to get dressed. If I ride fast, I shouldn't be late. " "It's neither cold nor cold, just kidding you." I looked at grandma's back and was deeply moved. You know, my grandmother has arthritis in her leg, so riding a bike must be very painful. My grandmother is so kind to me! One day at noon, I heard that my grandmother was ill, and I was very anxious. I have been thinking about my grandmother all afternoon. Finally, after class was over, I flew to my grandmother's house and wiped her hair. Ah, it's too hot. I dropped my schoolbag and bought a watermelon outside. When I came back, I was already sweating profusely. I don't care that much. Let grandpa cut the watermelon in half quickly, and then feed it to grandma spoonfuls. Seeing grandma better, the stone in my heart finally fell to the ground. Although these are small things, they are all expressions of love between my grandmother and me.
Love story 4 "In the ups and downs, we breathe the fragrance of love, feel the sanctity of love and accept the baptism of love." Love is everywhere, including teachers' love for classmates, parents' love for children, and our love for others … Yes, it makes our life colorful.
Go, a beautiful world of black and white. Go is like a contest between wisdom and strategy. I grew up with Weiqi, with tears, sadness, laughter and joy. The chess pieces in my hand are related to the outcome of a game of chess. The reason why I can play Go well depends on Mr. Yang's careful teaching. Whenever I lose chess, I feel depressed. Teacher Yang encouraged me. He said, "It doesn't matter if you lose. As long as you play every game carefully, you will win one day. " When hitting others, Teacher Yang reminded me not to get carried away. When I took the wrong step, Teacher Yang came to me again and told me seriously: What has changed? He also reminded me: "In the future, we should play chess seriously and play every game well, so that we can make progress."
Love story 5 maternal love? What is maternal love? I never seem to feel maternal love. What I got was to study under my mother's compulsion. Besides studying, I am overwhelmed by this kind of "maternal love". I still remember that once, I had a fever of 38 degrees, but my mother kept me in class all afternoon. I really have some doubts whether he is my mother or not. I persisted in this belief until that walk, and she completely changed my view on maternal love.
I remember it was a warm afternoon, and the sun set outside the window, which made me feel relaxed and happy. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." Facing the sunset in the west, it is inevitable to be a little sad. At this time, my mother suggested going out for a walk. Even if there are 10 thousand reluctance in my heart, I can't disobey my mother's orders. We have to go together.
We came to a park, where the scenery is beautiful, the microwave is swaying on the lake, the warm wind is blowing from time to time, and the catkins are falling, which is pleasing to the eye. I walked and looked at the beautiful scenery, but I didn't find that my mother had fallen far behind. Thinking of the past, my mother took me away. An idea flashed through my mind: Is mom really old? I stood there waiting for her. My mother will come soon. I walked side by side with her and looked at her from time to time. Suddenly I found a silver thread in my mother's black hair. It's too conspicuous, like a nail, which goes into my eyes and stings my heart. ...
Walking, my mother and I walked under a tall locust tree, only to see the leaves of the old locust tree fall and turn into fertilizer in the soil for bud growth. Isn't it the same with my mother? I grew up slowly, but my mother was old. Can I not care about her feelings? I finally understand maternal love. Isn't it a kind of love that my mother raised me since I was a child? I looked at my mother and she was still behind me. My mother just looked at me silently behind me and loved me silently, never changing. ...
Love story 6 love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people sweetness and hope; Love is a beacon in the dark, which helps the lost ship find its way. Love is a book that records love stories, big and small.
Sometimes, love doesn't need to be vigorous, or a pair of gloves, or a cup of hot milk is enough.
It was a snowy night. I solved a lot of homework and climbed into bed. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't drunk hot milk yet! No sooner had my feet stuck out of bed than I was threatened by the cold. "Mom!" As soon as my mind lit up, I shouted to my mother's room, "I haven't drunk hot milk yet." Can you heat it for me? " There was no reply, so I thought, who would want to get out of bed in cold weather? I didn't hold out much hope at the thought of this. I got out of bed, put on slippers and opened the door, but I bumped into my mother's eyes. "Mom, what are you going to do?" "Help you warm the milk!" "Go back to sleep, don't catch cold." Say, you push me into bed and run downstairs to help me warm the milk. Soon, you came back and handed over overheated milk. I touched your hand, cold and frozen in the snow! I took a sip, warm and full of love, and my whole body was warm with love.
Another time, my mother drove me to school in an electric car. My mother gave me her gloves for fear that my hands were too cold. I sit in the back, I can put my hand into my trouser pocket, but you really need gloves! No matter how I refuse, you resolutely put gloves on me, even though your hands have been scratched by the cold wind. At that time, I thought I was the happiest child in the world, because I had a mother who loved me.
Love stories can never be told, they happen in the dribs and drabs of life. With them, our life can be better.
Love story 7: Unlocking the frost on the ground is a warm spring breeze; It is gentle drizzle, caressing the green fields everywhere; Healing the wound in my heart is maternal love. -inscription
On a quiet night, the evening breeze blows the branches of willow trees, making people feel sleepy. And I'm trapped in infinite memories.
It was the same night, but the wind roared, the thunderstorm was mixed, and the thunder covered up my childish cry. My mother is busy coaxing me. But I can't stop crying. Touch my forehead. Oh, it's hot. Looking at the heavy rain coming from the window, my mother wrapped my thin body in a raincoat and ran wildly in the wind against the storm. The dark clouds in the sky are churning, and people on the ground have no taste. My mother finally sent me to the clinic, but at this time her hair was messy and she was wet all over. I can't find her who loves beauty from her, only a mother's love. Recalling this incident, a warm current rushed to my forehead, and two lines of tears drew two perfect arcs in the air. Maternal love is sincere, and maternal love is also meticulous. /kloc-when I was 0/3 years old, I was rebellious, never understood maternal love, and did not accommodate my mother in all aspects. But she always goes on doing her own thing silently, and I am very proud. It was not until I refuted my mother that she went back to her room without saying a word. I thought in my room that most of the mistakes originated from me. I went to her room to apologize, but I heard sobbing in the room. My heart gave a sudden shock and I broke my mother's heart. She loved me and cared about my heart from the beginning. I realized how unfilial I was. Motherly love is the care hidden in the heart, which is unknown.
Mom, you are the sun that never sets, shining on my heart forever. You drove away the loneliness and haze in my heart and made me feel the warmth and beauty of life! Thank your mother, thank you for your love, thank you for giving me the sunshine of life and silent care!
Love story 8 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" Listening to this childhood favorite song, I can't help but think of it again.
It was a winter afternoon. I just finished taking a nap. Seeing the sunshine outside, I want to go out to play. I didn't even tell my mother who was sleeping in the house. I roller-skate in the park and play with it. My accidentally slipped shoes caused me trouble. It made my knee hit the edge next to the flower bed, and I was bleeding. At that time, I was very young and didn't know how to deal with the bleeding. I just cried there. Before I knew it, it was dark and raining. The rain washed my knee, which made it hurt more. Crying and crying, I fainted in the rain. I vaguely saw my mother's figure. She was wearing thin clothes and looking for me in the rain with an umbrella. ...
When I woke up, I was already lying at home, with a needle in my hand and infusion. I looked at my mother beside me. Ah, my mother is also infusion. After a while, my mother woke up and said, "Xiaomei, my mother is sorry!" " I came to see you so late and let you get caught in the rain for so long, alas ... ""Mom, don't say that. I bothered you, but I feel sorry for you. You have a fever. You are sicker than me. "
Somehow, when I was young, I was able to say such a thing about my mother, probably because our mother and daughter loved each other deeply! It's been many years, and it's still so tasteful and clear in retrospect.
Some people say that maternal love is as deep as the sea, and I have experienced it myself before I realized it. Mothers' love is deep, and their love for their children is delicate. The affection between mother and daughter is irreplaceable. My mother loves me, and I love her deeply.
Love story 9 Every child is the heart of his parents, and I am no exception. Today I will tell you a story about my love for clothes.
The spring of that year was particularly cold, and the "cold spring" was really bad! After school that afternoon, I ran out without a coat. As soon as I came out, I felt a cold wind coming at me. I couldn't help but have a few cold wars and thought, "It's over, I guess I'll catch a cold this time." Unfortunately, my mother's nagging came at me with the cold wind: "I have a cold and I don't care if I don't wear a coat or a hat!" " "But, after nagging, my mother still took off her coat and put it on me, and put her own helmet on my head. I didn't start the battery car safely until it was wrapped. I felt warm all the way, but my mother was shivering in the cold wind because she only wore a thin sweater. When I got home, my mother nagged at my father: "The child didn't even wear a coat, so I gave him the coat, which froze me to death ..." My mother nagged like this, but I could clearly hear her love for me from her nagging!
The other thing, it was a long time ago, and the details are not clear. It was midnight, and I heard the sound of water coming from the corridor. I thought: who can it be so late? I sneaked out of bed and walked softly to the corridor, only to find that the light was coming from the toilet. It is my mother who is washing my clothes stained with ink. She took the clothes in her left hand, wiped them back and forth with soap in her right hand, and then dipped them in the water a few times. Over and over again, the actions again and again contain her love for me! I remember that time, I cried, and I suddenly realized where my mother's deep pouch came from. Clothes changed my view of my mother.
One dress, two styles!
love story ...
Love story 10 it rained heavily, the air was fresh, and the temperature suddenly dropped around. From time to time, a little light rain floats on me, which makes me feel very comfortable. I hurried home from cram school, because I hadn't eaten dinner yet, and my stomach purred and I quickened my pace.
Behind me, there is a little girl two or three years younger than me. She left in a hurry as I did.
Almost home, the little girl is still behind me. I thought: does she live in a neighborhood with me? Just as he was wondering, a blind uncle came face to face and saw him walking carefully. Every step he takes, he knocks on the road ahead with his cane, as if he were afraid of hitting someone. Although I was worried about him, I chose a detour. To my surprise, the little girl rushed up to help him hold an umbrella.
I was particularly moved by this scene. The girl walked in the rain with the help of the blind. I clearly heard their conversation next to her. "Uncle, where do you live?" It's raining so hard, shall I take you home? "Uncle said," no, no, thank you, little girl. My family lives in Xiangshan, which is too far from here. "Go home first, I can do it myself." "It doesn't matter, but I'd better take you there. I am on my way. " The little girl said.
They were walking in the rain, and the sound of the rain made the atmosphere particularly harmonious. Suddenly this harmony was destroyed, and only the little girl gave a groan of pain, "Ouch!" " It turned out that one of her feet was stuck in the uncovered manhole cover. "Who moved the manhole cover?" That's evil, uncle. Let's go this way. "She struggled to put her foot out and didn't forget to hold an umbrella for her blind uncle. Uncle groped on the ground, covered the manhole cover and said to the little girl, "If it is covered, the people behind will not trip." "
Many days have passed since this incident, but I will never forget it, because this incident has made me deeply understand what love between strangers is.
Love story 1 1 It's been five days since school started. After the New Year, it is already the second semester of Senior Two. It's been half a day, my second day. I remember when I was in the second day of junior high school, I competed with my new junior for breakfast, faucet and bathroom every day. Watching them curiously talking about school, looking around fresh, like their original self; Listening to their invincible laughter across the school road; Looking at them, I feel sorry for their old age. A kid of 14 years old is actually "feeling sorry for his old age". Thought of here, can't help self-deprecating Yang Yang corners of the mouth.
However, you can still be called a "child" with only four years to go. It seems that you will make similar sighs every year or even every semester. I feel funny again.
It's time to tidy up the room that looks like a kennel bedroom before school starts.
I saw a lot of things when I packed. During the final exam, I was bored and drew a draft paper full of idiots. He wrote a political paper entitled "Building a Beautiful Life Ideal and Firm Faith". It says, "China's terrain is high in the west and low in the east, and there are many unqualified geography quizzes." I suddenly thought of neurotic words and couldn't write them down. Last semester, I lost my pen cap and threw it away. English test papers handed in late.
Wait, many, many.
I always thought that this day was a muddle, but now I think it's just a blank, as if I had walked a long way in my life for no reason.
Now I see these memories resurface.
Like a wall blocking people from the outside, the door suddenly burst open and people rushed in with a shout.
Make so much noise.
I seem to have read such a sentence.
Everyone lives in their own hype.
Love story 12 Every night, I see a cup of hot milk on the table, but every time I see the milk on the table, it's like seeing my mother busy.
My mother is busy with work and has little time to accompany me. Although I watched her leave in a hurry most of the time, she still gave me a glass of milk every day, and the resentment disappeared at this moment.
This is a cold winter, and I have a lot of homework, because the final term is coming. I didn't even eat dinner. I continue to do my homework. After a long time, I finally finished my homework. Look at the time! It's almost 10. It is snowing heavily outside the window. I can't help shivering several times. I want to lie still under the quilt, but my stomach doesn't meet my expectations. I was just about to open the door when I heard the sound of broken glass. I gently pushed open the door and looked carefully through the gap. It turned out that my mother was giving me hot milk, but because of the weather, my hands were red with cold and I accidentally broke the glass. My mother thought I was asleep. I kept tiptoeing to pick up the debris with my hands, and I accidentally cut my finger. My heart is very heavy. My mother washed the milk, but she was very tired. Then she came to my room with this cup of milk. I hurried to bed, and my mother put the milk by the bed and quietly left. She won't know what I cried in bed.
In winter, my mother can't rest well, and she has to get up early for work tomorrow. There are a few more wrinkles on her face. At this time, the snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, but I don't feel cold at all, but my heart is warm.
Until now I think about it, two lines of tears are still flowing downwards. ...
Love story 13 My father and I ate out for the first time in our lives-in a strange place in Hangzhou.
The young waitress slowly brought us a fried shredded pork that my father had thought twice before the menu until the waitress impatiently urged us.
My father glanced at several dishes on the plate, and then each person brought a bowl with three or two meals, grilled rice and picked vegetables. "Study hard when you arrive in Hangzhou." My father said to me while chewing food, "You don't have to worry about money, I will find a way. Don't be too frugal when you should spend money. As long as you live up to expectations, I am tired and tired. "
I feel warm in my heart and can't say a word. I just silently roasted rice, vegetables, vegetables and rice ... Inadvertently, I found my father picking vegetables again, just frying in the meat, and pushing the shredded pork under the chopsticks to my side from time to time ... Obviously, my father found me staring at him blankly and immediately put the dishes in the shredded pork into his mouth. After swallowing the food in his mouth, he deliberately made a satisfied expression.
My heart suddenly trembled. Really? Why can't I get out?
I looked up at my father's forehead. There were several deep wrinkles on his dark forehead. Those wrinkles carved by time are so deep and dense, as if there is a sunshine and a storm in all wrinkles. How many wrinkles there are, how many bitter stories are left to my father. ...
My hand holding the bowl trembled, and something inexplicable flowed into my mouth from the corner of my eye. ......
Love story 14 What is love?
Love makes me moved, love makes me sad. ...
What I still can't forget is my grandmother! She propped up this family for us with her heart. In our hearts, grandma is a tree and she is the ocean!
Grandma is the magic teacher of love, which makes me realize the true feelings of the world. ...
Are highly respected!
My grandmother is getting old, her wrinkles are getting deeper and deeper, and her hands are getting rougher and rougher. She has worked hard for this family all her life.
Yes, she always cooks the best meals for her family. Look at the delicious beef and the mouth-watering chicken. Oh, congratulations! Smell the fragrance from a distance, too
Before the meat was out of the pot, I was so greedy that I secretly pinched a piece in my hand and put it in my mouth while my grandmother was not paying attention. Unexpectedly, it was too hot. Because I was too greedy to care about this, I screamed.
She is very concerned about our brother &; The two brothers are also very concerned about this family. Tao Ge often went out to play cards and didn't come home until ten o'clock in the evening. Before the classmate asked him to go, grandma looked unhappy and wouldn't let him go, but "the arm couldn't twist the thigh" and finally let the handsome boy go. This incident finally let the handsome boy's mother know and taught him a lesson.
Every time, I eat delicious fish, chicken, bean sprouts ... every time grandma waits for others to finish eating, leftovers. It is conceivable that leftovers can also be delicious? If you want me to eat, I absolutely don't want to, a thousand don't want to. Where's grandma? ...
Now I know that grandma is not in this family for herself. She has been making contributions to this family in obscurity!
Now, I don't know how many years passed. After every day's wind and rain, grandma's white hair has increased one by one, and her heart is also sad. Grandma, if only you could live hundreds of years and stay with me every day!
Love story 15 mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. These words are enough to let us know what maternal love is.
It was a summer night. It was raining heavily and the wind was howling. I have a high fever. My mother, who just came back from work, saw this scene and didn't take a rest. She quickly picked me up and ran downstairs. I want to take a taxi when I go downstairs, but our place is too remote, and at night, there are no cars on the street. My mother had to walk to the hospital step by step. My eyes are wet, and my heart really doesn't taste. It seems that there are thousands of sharp silver needles sticking all over my body, and I beg my mother to let me go. But my mother resolutely opposed it and said to me with distress, "No, you still have a fever. If you go by yourself, wouldn't it be worse and very tired! " Don't worry, mom is fine, I'm not tired. "Words say that finish, my mother to speed up the pace, hurriedly go forward. At that time, watching my mother run step by step, I felt unspeakable discomfort and unspeakable pain.
After walking for more than a mile, my mother was so tired that she finally arrived at the hospital. After the doctor's measurement, the fever actually reached 39 degrees, close to 40 degrees. In a daze, I heard the conversation between my mother and the doctor: it's a good thing you arrived in time, otherwise you would be in big trouble. Now take some needles, take some medicine and burn it. When I woke up, I found my mother asleep beside my bed. It turns out that my mother stayed up all night to take care of me. I looked at my mother and suddenly found that my mother's hair had a few silver hairs, and my eyes were moist again.
This is an unforgettable night, a touching night. I felt a lot and gained a lot this night. However, what I really feel most is maternal love, which is a great and selfless maternal love.