Whenever my mother's voice comes over the phone, I will think of it unconsciously.

I remember it was summer vacation. My mother often didn't have time to stay at home with me because of her busy work, so she called home several times a day to take care of me, but it made me feel very annoyed. Ding, the phone rang again. It must be mom again. It's really annoying I have called twice in one morning, either telling me to do more math problems, or telling me not to play computer, watch less TV and move my eyes more ... The ringing of the phone is like a remote control, guiding me to the east and the west. "Alas," I sighed and continued to endure the annoying bell.

"Ding, Ding", the phone keeps ringing. I really want to throw it on the ground at once. This makes me very uneasy. I picked up the mat and covered the phone tightly. The telephone bell immediately became much smaller and the room was much quieter. But after a while, I feel that I can't cover it. Suddenly, I had a good idea-unplug the telephone line. The room suddenly quieted down, and I smiled proudly: "Ha ha ha, I am so smart!" " "

I opened the extracurricular books and wandered freely in the kingdom of books. Suddenly I heard a quick knock at the door: "Dangdang, mom is back, open the door quickly!" " "Oh, it's mom. I plugged in the telephone line and opened the door in a hurry. I saw my mother panting, the whole clothes were soaked and sweat was dripping down. " Are you okay? "Mother asked anxiously." Nothing. Why? ""nothing, nothing. I hope you are all right. " Mom turned around and ran back to the unit like a gust of wind.

Looking at my mother's distant back, I seem to understand a lot. In fact, my mother's call is to love and care for me in her unique way. At this time, I really hope that the phone will ring again, because I know that at the other end of the phone line, there are parents who love me.

I remember it was a snowy winter, and the whole land became extremely cold. In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother calling me by the bed, urging me to get up quickly. I was reluctant to leave the warm bed and kept yawning. After freshening up, I came to the table to have breakfast.

I sat at the table and looked at the delicious breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks. I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, talking endlessly, complaining to myself, "If you eat these every morning, you won't change your taste!" " Grandma saw that I looked depressed and asked a few questions with concern. Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack" and kicked off the stool. At this time, I seemed to be out of control, venting all my dissatisfaction on my grandmother, blaming her for not cooking well, why not change my taste ... After "unreasonable trouble", I slammed my chopsticks on the ground and sat on the sofa with a pout, panting. Grandma didn't say anything, just put down the chopsticks gently and stopped eating. I see. Grandma is unhappy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty. Grandma worked hard to cook for me, but I was so picky. I want to admit my mistake in front of grandma, but I don't have the courage.

On this day, I came to the classroom with an anxious mood, and I always felt a little sorry. I dare not face up to the eyes of teachers and classmates, because I am afraid that they will find this "secret", so I keep my head down and keep silent, and the scene at that time always comes to my mind. I remember that the teacher told us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents and to respect our elders, but I was … so ashamed that I couldn't hold my head any longer, and felt that the days passed so slowly.

The bell rang and I trudged to the door. I looked up and saw a stool and a pair of slippers standing at the door as before. My grandmother used to do this so as not to waste my time. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed. I put on my slippers and went into the house. The room is empty and there is no one in sight. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom are not at home, but there is a "delicious" table on the table. The delicious food attracted me and I couldn't sit still. This table of different flavors of food makes my mouth water. I "ransacked" it willy-nilly and patted it with satisfaction. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my "garbage dump"-my desk was cleaned and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. The quilt is also spread on the bed, and my favorite doll is placed on my pillow ... Seeing this, my heart was moved infinitely. I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note under my pillow: "Today, we are not at home. Don't watch it too late at night." It's cold. Get dressed and don't catch cold ... "

Seeing this, I can't help it anymore. I lay in bed and cried. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, silent love, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will always exist even under the pressure of winter.

Teachers and students' articles

Everyone has a teacher, and of course I am no exception. Of all the teachers, my teacher Li Hongchun impressed me the most.

Miss Li is our math teacher and our head teacher. She is serious and humorous. Miss Li is an optimistic teacher. When she is serious, her eyes are wide open and her tone suddenly becomes harsh, but most of the time we see her humorous side. Although Miss Li wears glasses, we can still see the "signal" in her eyes. In a math class, everyone is listening to Teacher Li carefully. Suddenly, Miss Li found that a classmate slipped the number, and a warning "signal" appeared in her eyes immediately, as if to say, "Please don't slip the number again, this classmate". The classmate found the atmosphere wrong and sat down at once. We burst into laughter and praised Li Lao.