One,
I cried that time.
Whenever I see jujube trees in my aunt's yard, I feel very sad. Those red dates, like drops of bright red blood, remind me of that sad thing five years ago, and I can't help crying.
Five years ago, during the summer vacation, my mother and I went to my aunt's house in Chuxiong by bus. As soon as I entered the door, I heard the cry of "Wang Wang". My aunt's domestic dog "Duo Duo" ran out to meet me, followed by a white and fat puppy. "Ah,' Duoduo' is mom!" I was so happy that I squatted down and touched "Duoduo". "Duoduo" turned and licked my hand.
The next day, my aunt took her family and "Duoduo" to the streets to play. I was the only one staying at home, watching TV with my chubby puppy, and magic was being performed on TV. The magician inserted the knife into the box containing the man, but the man was safe and sound. I was so excited that the puppy barked excitedly.
I said to it, "You seem very interested in this." I thought about it and said, "We can do magic, too." I said, I found an iron cage, put the puppy in it, covered it with a plastic bag and brought a watermelon knife. It was boring to play alone, so I called some friends.
Everything is ready, I solemnly said to my friends, "I want you to do a magic trick without blinking." Because the plastic bag is transparent, I inserted it with confidence. I thought all I had to do was poke holes in the plastic bag as long as the dog didn't move. I didn't expect the puppy to be nervous. As soon as I turned around, my neck got stuck in the inserted knife. We were all stunned by a scream. I am busy opening the plastic bag. I saw the puppy groaning and lying in an iron cage, with bright red blood on his neck and tears in his eyes. He slowly closed his eyes painfully and never opened them again. ...
As the sun sets, the whole yard is dyed red with brilliance. My friends have all gone, leaving me alone and my dead dog. I was so scared. After a while, everyone came back, so I had to bite the bullet and tell my aunt what happened. My aunt cried sadly, and my brothers and sisters cried and ran to see the dead puppy. I walked into the yard and saw "Duoduo" wandering around the puppy, whining in a low voice. The whole family collapsed.
My brother and sister dug a hole under the jujube tree in the yard and buried the puppy. My sister cried and said to me, "Do you know? Last week, someone gave my aunt 500 yuan to buy paparazzi, and my aunt was reluctant to sell it. "
All of a sudden, I just felt my mind go blank with a bang. The screams of the puppies echoed in my ears again and again. Tears the size of my broad bean flow in a string. ...
Second,
A rich day
Today is Sunday. My mother organized me to go to Shunlian Square with my aunt. My sister and I jumped three feet high. I shouted, "Long live mom, mom is great!" " "Mother said," well, let's go. "
My uncle drove us to the gate of Shunlian Square. When we looked up, our first reaction was that this square is so big! We went in and found many people waiting at the door. We didn't care, thinking that they were all waiting for someone. We took the elevator to the second floor and found that the whole second floor was full of people eating breakfast. We wandered around and found that the business had not started yet. I was so angry that I spilled saliva on the second floor before I started shopping, so my mother kept calm and said decisively, "Since,
I fell down. That's what mom said. I thought I was going back. I'm so scared! So my mother took me and walked to China Resources Supermarket. After walking for a few minutes, we appeared in another place, which is the gate of China Resources Supermarket! We went in right away, thinking that we could go shopping with our mother. Unexpectedly, Mommy left her sister and cousin in the bookstore and went shopping with her aunt. We don't know what to say. If we talk too much, we may get beaten like that. So we obediently read there, waiting for them to pick us up. We watched it again and again. Time flies. More than an hour passed and there was no sign of them. So I asked my sister to say, "Sister, just call Mommy with your mobile phone and ask him to pick us up." So my sister took out her mobile phone and called Mommy to pick us up. After hanging up the phone, my sister said to us, "Mom asked us to wait for them at the door. They will come soon. " So we came to the door, waiting for mommy and aunt to pick us up.
We also saw a man making a cake at the door, a big cake! A few minutes later, mom and aunt came out with big bags and small bags. So we went to eat under the rest shed not far from China Resources Supermarket. Mom bought a lot of things. I ate this and this, and my stomach almost burst. Half an hour later, my uncle came to take us home. You don't have to eat when you go home. I love my mother more and more.
What a full day!
Third,
together with you
When the comb teeth cross the hair, several strands of white hair stand out; Look at the face carefully, and several wrinkles compete for "stealing the mirror"; When touching your hand, roughness occupies the whole touch ... It is also the growth of age, but you are getting older and I am growing up. ...
The sky is a fish-belly grey. You stand up, fold the quilt and gently wake me up: "Get up." I turned over and took care of everything. You asked me in my ear, "The factory will be very busy today. Can you go to the factory to help my mother today? " "I ... I want to go ... and I don't want to go ..." I look at you blankly. "Then you don't have to go ... Mom should find someone to help herself ..." You said with a little regret. "If it weren't for winter vacation homework ..." I bowed my head in thought, the in the mind is very contradictory. I postponed my homework or helped you, and you helped me make a decision.
When I am with you, I will unconsciously lower my head and feel ashamed of my indecision when I see more and more white hair.
I'm ashamed to be with you.
In the afternoon, the sunshine is warm, and the golden color is mixed with faint white, which is very happy. You sit on the balcony and I sit next to you. You said, "Do you remember when you were a child? We used to sit in the yard like this. " "Of course I remember. There are many things I can't forget. " "That is, the scar on the corner of my eye is also evidence of your' run amok'!" "... ha ha laugh ... I'm sorry ..." I was a little at a loss. "Well, this is no time, don't be embarrassed. I remember when you were a child, you loved snacks. As soon as I heard about the happy event in my neighbor's house, I ran to ask for food. You were really convinced at that time ... ""Ha ha, really? " A series of uninterrupted laughter echoed on the balcony, and I was really happy!
With you, so many past events have become the best interpretation of wrinkles.
I am very happy with you.
Black occupied the whole sky, and gradually, according to the law, it became darker and darker, and green ink oozed. The light is getting darker and darker. Wake up from a dream, open your eyes, and your eyes are hazy. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands working behind my back. The quilt is getting stronger and stronger and the cold back is getting warmer and warmer. Those hands give me a rough feeling. I know, this is your hand. I pretended to sleep soundly. When your hand left, I turned around gently, and your smell was still warm on the quilt. I don't know when I fell asleep again. ...
With you, no matter how cold it is outside, your hands are still the warmest; No matter how harsh it is outside, your hands never leave; No matter how stubborn I am, your hand always holds mine tightly. ...
I am warm with you.
With you, there are joys and sorrows. With you, my life is wonderful and my memories remain unchanged. ...
Fourth,
Grow up de taste
Growth is accompanied by a person's life, and the road to growth is not smooth sailing. It has a smile and sadness. There are setbacks and disappointments. Will also experience ups and downs. Today, I made them into a small movie for everyone to enjoy.
Lens 1: Acid. Although he is only thirteen years old, he is already a real slacker. Ever since I was promoted from a "primary school girl" to a "middle school girl", my mother has asked me to practice "devil training": get up at 6 o'clock every morning on time and implement the policy of not staying in bed. Do morning exercises 15 minutes and keep exercising. Washing can't be overtime, it must be completed within 5 minutes, otherwise you will hear a critical speech from your mother 10 minutes or more. Oh, my grievance is really "sour"!
Lens 2: Sweet. Although I live in the eyes of my parents every day, I still have a lot of happiness. No, the night before yesterday was a typical example. Mom and dad have something to do, so it may be later than usual to come back for dinner. Thinking of this, a brilliant idea suddenly flashed through my mind: I will be our "little chef" tonight and cook dinner for my parents to make the two adults happy. Do it! I successfully cooked two dishes and one soup according to the recipe. Looking at the fruits of my labor, my heart is like eating honey, not to mention how sweet it is. Mom and dad came back to praise me for my ability!
Lens 3: Bitter. As the saying goes, you have to suffer to be a master. In order to make me a "decent person", my mother forces me to do 20 calculation problems before dinner every day. If I do something wrong, I can't eat. Although I can't remember how many nights I spent hungry, when I think about it, my heart is like eating bitter gourd, which is very uncomfortable. I know my mother is good for me, but ... Oh, forget it, bear with it, who let us have a mother who wants her daughter to become a phoenix?
Lens 4: spicy. "Spicy" is interpreted in the dictionary as the feeling that you want to drink water because your tongue is numb. This feeling is not only my tongue, but also my personal experience. Since I entered junior high school, I have to complete not only the "devil training" but also the "homework plan" every day: I can't finish my homework before 8 o'clock, otherwise I will tear it up and do it again. Under the supervision of my mother, my grades have steadily increased, and I understand my mother's painstaking efforts.
The story of growing up is rich and colorful, so is everything in the world. If the taste of growing up is too single, there will be no freshness and fun. Students, do you think I'm right?