Outside the window, everything is quiet. Moonlight falls on the earth like a silver waterfall. The breeze blew slowly, and the thin raindrops fell on my hands, soft and cool, which reminded me of that memory. ...
The night of the Spring Festival is very lively, and every household is very busy. In the night sky, the gorgeous fireworks that delimit the country from time to time outline a perfect arc. Really added some joy.
At that time, I was watching a special Spring Festival program-tell me your love! In the program, children who work in other places call their parents at home and say loudly, "I love you!" " "The reaction of the old people after hearing this sentence made me laugh! After the laughter, I looked at my mother who was sweeping the floor. Thick sweat covered her forehead, the silver thread in her hair stung my eyes instantly, and my mother was old again ... I couldn't help but feel distressed.
During 12 years, I seldom expressed my feelings to my parents. I think loneliness and indifference are strong manifestations. Some people say that there is no need to be grateful for the true feelings, so I removed the thank you from my mouth. Gradually, I began to disobey and talk back, which made people worry, but my parents still cared about me as always, taking care of me and asking for nothing in return. Is this unfair and heartless?
I regret what I did before, ignoring my parents' concern and turning a blind eye to their concern again and again.
I walked quietly to my mother and said shyly, "Well, Mom, I love you!" " "Say that finish, I looked at my mother and quickly buried my head. Face some hot, hurriedly sat down on the sofa in silence. Maybe it's a little late for this nonsense! Mother is cold, her eyes are full of excitement, and her smile soon returns to her face. Mother loves you too! Mother's voice trembled a little. I stood up and put my arm around my mother. She smiled and touched my head. Daughter has grown up! She said. At that moment, my heart was surging, and I had never felt such warmth. The wind was very soft. My eyes are a little moist and I have a smile on my lips. Gorgeous fireworks flashed across the sky, reflecting the happy faces of my mother and me and interpreting the true meaning of love. ...
At that moment, spring bloomed.
The second narrative of junior high school at that moment, 600 words.
Finally looking forward to Saturday! You can go out to play with your classmates! "Gee ..." The car was flat. Reluctantly, I pushed my car to the garage near my home.
The mechanic is a thin old man. I walked up to him and said, "Grandpa, my car is flat. Please repair it. " . "He took a hemp and sat down. He took off the valve core and looked at it. He said, "I have a flat tire." After that, he put a piece of cardboard on the ground, then turned the car upside down and supported it in the air with two wheels. His movements are methodical. The old man picked up the screwdriver and was about to take it off. Suddenly, there was a "click" from behind. The old man and I looked back in surprise at the same time. It turned out that the old man's pump was mixed into the front wheel of a bicycle, and several spokes of the wheel were broken.
The cyclist was a well-dressed young man, and he came over. The old man rubbed his greasy hands and said, "I'll fix it for you." "If you don't fix it, you still want to rely on it!" The young man said, "I'll pick it up in half an hour, and it can't be repaired ..." The young man clenched his fist. He kicked his car again and walked into a nearby Internet cafe.
The old man said to me shyly, "Why don't you wait a while and I'll practice for you when I'm done with him?" "I nodded sympathetically and said," It's okay, please give it to him. I'm in no hurry. "
The old man backed up slowly, deflated, unloaded the tire and changed the spokes. The old man not only changed a few broken spokes, but also changed a few unbroken ones. I counted twelve! Actually, it's just four broken ones. I was puzzled and asked, "Why did you change it for him?" The old man said, "those roots simply can't hold on." If you don't get a new one, it won't be easy to ride in a few days. " I said, "What do you care if he scolds you like that?" The old man didn't speak, just buried himself in repairing. At this moment, spring blossoms in my heart.
After the old man put the wheel on, he tried the front brake and then tried the rear brake. After checking the wheel, I found that the brake pad had only a thin layer, so I found a new brake pad from the toolbox and replaced it. I said, "Grandpa, you can blame the front wheel and this rear wheel ..." The old man smiled and said, "There is no brake, maybe something is wrong." Buried in it, repaired it again, and added a little lubricating oil to the axle and the car company. Wiped his car again. Just turned around and fixed my car.
At that moment, my world blossomed in spring.
Article 3 The narrative of junior high school at that moment is 600 words.
The sky, gloomy, roared into my ear from time to time, like the sigh of the devil in William Castle. I sat by the window alone, staring into the distance. Eyes have been crying red and swollen; Tears are still flowing. I didn't wipe it, let the tears flow to my mouth, and let the tears wet the poor test paper with less scores.
I don't know how long I've been sitting at the window. All I know is that the sun sets and the moon rises. I don't have time to think about this, just thinking about this exam. When the teacher read the score, my heart beat so hard that I didn't dare to look straight into the teacher's bloodshot eyes or look at the pathetic score. I can't believe this is my hard work for many days.
Moonlight, like running water, poured quietly on the table, reflecting my pale face. I think of my parents, who work from morning till night. Ruthless years have printed wrinkles on their foreheads. Now, how can I explain this score to them?
"Ga" a figure broke in and jumped in front of me in lightning speed, scaring me to shove the test paper under the table. "What's the matter, son!" "Nothing." My mother seemed to read my mind and fired at me again and again, so I had to expose the truth under her suppression. My mother asked me why "how many points did you get in the exam?" I was silent, trying to answer her. My mother has done so much for me, but I didn't even cherish a chance to repay her. I thought, a few tears of disappointment rolled down my cheeks, and "64" was waiting for my mother's reprimand. For a long time, the storm didn't come, and all it came was the caress and instruction of wicker.
"It doesn't matter if you didn't do well this time. People always fail, which means that you haven't fully mastered the content of this lesson. Review well and you will definitely give yourself a surprise next time. " Make up your mind in your heart and everything will pay off. I can see a trace of pride in the teacher's eyes when he reads my score.
Every time I think of my mother's words, the winter in my heart turns into the spring when Yinger dances.
At that moment, my world blossomed in spring.
Article 4 the narrative of the moment in junior high school, 600 words.
Winter is a cold season, and the weather in the morning is unbearable. It's another Monday. Getting up in winter is like going to the execution ground for me.
"Baby, get up!" Mother's soft voice floated into my ears. My nerves remind me to get up quickly, but my body is lazy. I rolled on the bed and fell asleep again ... "Get up! I am going to be late! " Mom's voice became very urgent, and I opened my eyes lazily. It was amazing! 6: 20! I jumped out of bed like chicken blood, got dressed, brushed my teeth and washed my face. It only took me five minutes. There is a wisp of white smoke floating on the table. I don't care. I said hello to my mother with my schoolbag on my back and went out. Just downstairs, I always feel that my schoolbag is very light, as if I have forgotten something.
"TongYueYan! I vaguely heard someone calling me, but I didn't think much. After all, I just want to never be late! Tighten your tight clothes and keep walking. " Tong Yueyan! "That man's voice is a bit loud, and someone really called me again. I looked back curiously and saw a scene that almost made me cry: my mother was wearing a thin shirt, and the slippers at her feet knew that she had not had time to change, and her soft hair was scattered and messy in the cold wind. My mother ran to me in a hurry, and I froze. Only then did I find the cup in my mother's hand. Before I could speak, my mother said, "You forgot your water glass. It's winter, drink more hot water. A cold is not good. " "Then put the cup in my schoolbag. "Mom, aren't you cold!" My voice is a little shaky. I wear so many clothes, some cold air will enter my body, not to mention my mother's clothes are very thin. "Nothing, there is air conditioning at home." Help me cut the scarf. "You hurry to school, I'll go back." Mom said it easily, but those cold hands that touched my neck have betrayed her. I tried to hold back my tears and look forward. My mother's thin figure seems to have touched the softest place in my heart, and there is unspeakable warmth in my heart.
The cold wind is still blowing on my cheeks, but I can't feel the slightest chill, because I know that my heart is already in full bloom at the moment when my mother comes.