I still remember that it was a sunny morning, and it was just dawn, and the sky was a fish-belly white. I set foot on the road of piano grading examination, rode my bike back and forth in the wind, and unconsciously arrived at the place where I took the piano grading examination.
In front of me, I am a senior three. She wore a ponytail and a school uniform. She seems eager to take the exam. She looked at the piano score, mumbled the score and reviewed the music she had played. Looking at the way I looked around, she smiled at me and reminded me, "Sister, it's your turn to play soon. Why not take the time to review the score again? "
"The music is all in my head!" I answered casually. But when I tried to search the score of that song silently in my mind, I didn't expect the middle paragraph to come to my mind. Sweat immediately emerged from my forehead. I am so confident that overconfidence has turned into conceit. I have to work so hard to prepare all this ... oh, I really can't think about it. What shall we do? It will be my turn soon.
Seeing that I rummaged through my bag and couldn't find the book, my eldest sister generously handed me the book in her book: "Look at mine, I remember almost." At this critical moment, she is willing to lend me the book! I was a little shocked and even forgot to say thank you. I saw that she immediately walked into the examination room, and a melodious tune came. I feel like nature. It was her superb piano skills that infected me, and it was her beautiful heart that touched me. The judges and teachers gave her high marks, and I instantly felt that she was beautiful not only because of her music, but because of her music.
It's my turn She gave me a warm smile. "Come on!" She told me with encouraging eyes, and in this way, I played a warm tune with her full blessing.
Strangers are not strangers. They are all around us. Sometimes, they are like lighthouses in the dark, illuminating us. As long as you get closer, you will find that they are not as cold-blooded as we thought. They will help us like friends. Let's say sincerely, "Hello, stranger!" " "
Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.
My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.
Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...
Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.
My grandfather is 68 years old and has been dealing with steel for most of his life. Man is like a piece of steel. He is thick-skinned, straightforward and uncompromising. If he believes in something, he will unswervingly do it well. This isn't it? I suddenly want to grow vegetables outside the yard, saying that it is healthy organic vegetables for the whole family.
Do as you say, no one can stop you. I don't know where I got a piece of cloth and bought a straw hat. His dark skin, thin figure, I stood in the field, it is our Yuan Longping! I saw him holding a hoe in both hands in tandem, holding it high above his head and saying, "Hey!" There was a loud bang, and the hoe crashed violently, and then gently lifted a hook. The clods were turned upside down like squid. It is a pleasure to watch my grandfather grow vegetables. He chats with the land when digging, makes a wish on the seeds when sowing, and takes care of the seedlings like babies when they grow up. When the cucumber blooms, I ask my grandfather, "When can I eat cucumber?" Grandpa patted his chest and said confidently, "More than 20 days." Grandpa's face is as bright as a cucumber flower.
One night, a strong wind suddenly blew. Grandpa anxiously searched everywhere for plastic sheets to cover the seedlings, and even set up a "tent" for the seedlings with his own clothes. The next day we found that the flowers were still scraping and the seedlings were dying. Grandpa sat on the ground with his head down and kept sighing as if his heart had been cut off. It's so sad!
A few days later, grandpa stood underground again, covered in blood, and came back to life. He said, "where you fall, you get up." As long as you care carefully, these seedlings will grow flowers. " I said, "well, come on, grandpa, it can be done. I can be your helper."
Grandpa and I water cucumbers every morning and evening, and grandpa picks sheep dung from a distance. Holding my nose, I looked at this pile of black pearls and shook my head. ...
Maybe God was moved by Grandpa's unswerving spirit! Twenty days later, the juicy cucumber is actually as long as a ruler. Grandpa picked a few and washed them with clean water. I opened my mouth and took a bite: "Well, it's crisp, slightly sweet and full of vitamins. It's really different from what I bought in the vegetable market! "
Grandpa is all smiles!
This is my grandfather, an out-and-out "vegetable king". He is practical in his work!
The method/steps of the chef's cartoon stick figure;
Use a black watercolor pen, starting with the lovely chef's hat, and the pen is connected with clouds