The long-lost land still breeds life and nourishes everything. Long-lost hometown is full of new green and smoke. Stepping on one's homeland is like returning to one's mother's arms, and one's mind has been relaxed as never before.
Still the same way, pushed open the door of Sanyi's house. The quiet courtyard is full of excitement because of our arrival, and the greetings of adults and the laughter of children reverberate in this land for a long time.
I looked at the yard with many memories and found a peach tree in the corner of the yard full of fruits. The green peaches were hidden under the dense branches and leaves, which was very pleasing to the eye.
"Come on, let's pick peaches to eat!" Third aunt's voice just sounded, and she asked her cousin to pick peaches for us to eat.
My cousin climbed up the roof quickly, and then stepped on the courtyard wall to pick peaches that enjoyed enough sunshine, busy for everyone.
Third aunt has laid the well water for washing peaches. The well water in my hometown is warm in winter and cool in summer. I feel a little well water flowing through my fingers, which is very comfortable. Looking at the peaches floating in the water, the green is dripping, and my heart is gradually intoxicated.
When washing peaches, I took a bite at first, but it was a bit bitter, and it couldn't compare with peaches sold in the market. I just want to shout. I looked up and saw my third aunt's expectant eyes. My cousin is full of sweat and guilt. My third aunt and I have been busy for me and are looking forward to it. I took another bite of peach, I tasted the sweetness, and I tasted the taste of my hometown. Feeling the love of relatives in my hometown, I feel a breeze in my heart and feel flattered.
My heart is filled with emotion, and I feel so beautiful and sweet. Even if I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time, everything remains the same. It is still warm sunshine, still a faint breeze, and relatives will never be alienated. Still give me endless care and endless love. The green peach condenses the rain and dew in my hometown, the sunshine in my hometown, and the silent love from my relatives. Let me taste it, keep it in my heart, and make my heart beautiful forever.
After all, we will leave. I brought a bag of peaches stuffed by my third aunt when I came back. Looking at them on the road, my heart is still flattered. Although small, it tastes bad, but it is the mark of hometown and the love of relatives. There are them on the way back, and my heart is always full of sunshine.
Now, there are several peach stones on my desk. Every time I see them, it reminds me of the beauty of returning to my hometown. They are treasured in the softest place in my heart, and the euphoria in my heart will not be easily erased, but will be treasured forever.
At present, fruitful peach trees and a sunny journey. ...
Sometimes, I feel that seeing funny things, that sudden joy, will make people feel happy. But at the moment, we seem to lack that kind of innocence and joy more and more, and there are many things worth cheering and joy hidden in our hearts.
I remember when I was in primary school, I went home with several good classmates every time after school. After school, several of us always skip out of the school gate with smiles on our faces. There is a not too wide road between the school gate and the station. There is a "Qianmen Store" in the alley near the opposite road. My two best friends and I always buy some snacks there, and then sprint to the station not far away to catch the bus coming slowly, so my sprint level is also improved in the catch-up, and I am more and more confident in my sprint.
After the mid-term exam, the school held a school sports meeting. When signing up, all the students in our class are very enterprising. However, more than half of the boys in our class are preparing for the 400-meter event, and there are an endless stream of people who register for the Sports Commission.
The school sports meeting is about to begin. I was a little nervous. There are a few drops of sweat on the back of my hand. As soon as the shot rang, all the students rushed to the finish line with all their strength. My body was a little stiff, which led to some wheezing in the second half. As a result, I was one and a half places behind the first place, and I ran to the finish line. Finally, the fifth teacher looked at my performance and frowned. But the teacher just called me to him and whispered to me, "failure is a common occurrence in military strategists." Come on, you can do it! " After listening to these words, I was like a soldier who was resurrected in situ. In my mind, I recall the encouragement given by my classmates, the support of my teachers, and the years when I tried to chase the bus sprint. After a short rest, I stood on the runway with four other students, and I didn't have much scruples in my heart, just looking forward to enjoying this short journey. The gun went off. When I was thinking about the war of resistance, there were several Japanese soldiers in front, and they rushed desperately. My foot stepped on the finish line and I rushed to the lawn to lie down. I continued to lie there, feeling very happy. At this moment, my heart is full of joy.
My heart is happy. I stopped and walked, and the world changed. I walked again and enjoyed it again.
Walking makes me relaxed and happy. I like walking with my roommate.
At school, my roommate A and I always go downstairs together. Four feet on the gravel road, fallen leaves, across some grass. The grass always makes rhythmic sounds, birds chirp overhead, and the green grass is full of vitality. We always sing poetry while walking. You say "the breeze is fragrant", and I am interested in "the sun, the moon and the stream are long". Sometimes, take a leisurely look at the surrounding flowers and trees, or look up at the sky, look up at the faint clouds and fuzzy shapes in the sky, and count the few stars in the sky by the way; Hold hands and listen to interesting stories collected by each other. ...
The fun of walking is to be with friends and share with each other. I like it. Walking makes me relaxed and happy. I like walking with my parents.
Every day after dinner, my parents and I always go for a walk in the street park together. The branches of the willow fluttered in the wind and gently touched my cheek. I always dragged my mother to the lake, followed by my father. The lake flowed quietly, and I bent down to pick up the pebbles on the ground, reached out and threw them, causing ripples around. My mother throws like me, but not as far as I do. I was a little proud and said to my mother, "Even my father won't throw it farther than me." However, as soon as my father heard this, he threw a stone seriously, not as far as I did. He walked up to me as if he didn't believe me. Stones are thrown up one by one and fall down one by one. Things that glow in the sun are like gold or stones. Laughter and laughter surrounded the park.
The fun of walking is to be with my family and live in harmony. I enjoy it. Walking makes my mind happy, and I like walking alone.
There is always a time every day when I give my heart to myself and walk alone in school. I like the sound of clothes rubbing against them when I walk through the Woods, and I like the melody that my heart seems to dance with when the branches sway. Walking alone can keep me away from noise. During that short time, I always hummed the latest tune, "Can you just keep walking and step on the moss path step by step?" This is for myself. Then, while circling the runway, I began to think about Tao Xingzhi's three problems; Or learn to focus on yourself like a yoga teacher … I like the feeling of being away from all the noise around me. Over time, my heart has not only become more calm, but most importantly, I have a deeper understanding of my life. In fact, life is like walking, and there are different scenery wherever you go.
The fun of walking is also a kind of communication with myself, relaxing my body and mind, and I enjoy it. Take a walk, let your thoughts fall all the way, and experience the perfection of life all the way. Walking makes me relaxed and happy.
I held a pack of napkins tightly in my hand, and the packaging bag crunched.
I carefully pulled out a piece of paper from the bag and held it in my hand.
The thin napkin was gradually soaked by the sweat in my palm.
My heart is bitter ...
Should I stand up?
The subway car was crowded with people, and I stared at the seats filled with milk tea. I was a little nervous, and the "pearl" spilled on my seat stared at my eyes quietly like a nigger.
Nobody wants to clean that dirty seat. I don't want to.
People in the carriage are standing around this position, far away, for fear that their trouser legs will touch this seat where a few drops of dirty milk tea will drop from time to time.
Someone is in a daze, and someone is playing with a mobile phone. I've been staring at that seat
At another station, several people got off the subway and several people got on it.
An old man squeezed into the subway with a big bag on his back. Her hair is a little messy, and the pocket at the lower right of her dress seems to have been specially mended. She came over and kept shouting, "Excuse me, excuse me ..."
Her eyes suddenly lit up as if she had found a baby. Her eyes looked straight at the empty seats in front of the crowd, revealing a trace of gratitude.
"Thank you, thank you, you are all good people, all good people ..." The old man twisted forward and rushed to the empty seat, thanking him everywhere ...
People turned to make way for the old man, and bored eyes shot at the old man, like countless arrows, turning a corner and shooting at my heart.
The old man managed to squeeze into the seat, but what he saw was a dirty seat filled with milk tea and black and pink balls. ...
The old man stood in front of the seat helpless, helpless and disappointed. She put the parcel on the ground, held out her left hand to cut her messy hair, rubbed her eyes, grasped the handrail trembling, and murmured, "No, no …"
I saw her eyes flashing, and my heart twitched.
The paper in my hand can't wait any longer, and my heart can't wait any longer! I couldn't help shouting, "I'll do it!"
I was so shocked by this move that I cried! All eyes in the subway car are staring at me.
I pushed my way through the crowd, lowered my head and wiped the sticky milk tea on my seat with the paper in my hand. Black powder is round, slippery and naughty. I picked them up carefully and wrapped them in another piece of paper. I'm sweating.
The old man stood by, hunched over his back, protecting his bag with his hand and quietly watching my every move.
The seat that has just been wiped is glowing, and the originally dirty seat exudes a faint milk tea fragrance.
"Grandma, sit down ..." I turned around, put my hand through the gap, grabbed the nearest armrest, and looked at the old man's genuinely grateful eyes and gratified smile through people's hair. I smiled awkwardly, and my expression must be unnatural, but I was really happy.
Is this a seat discount? Ah, this is a special moment to give up your seat.
The subway is still moving. At this moment, my heart is full of joy.
Sometimes, lifting a finger can bring spiritual comfort to others and liveliness and sweetness to one's own heart.
With liveliness and sweetness, I embarked on the road of going home, the road of the future and the road of life.
You may not believe it, but I have an unusual hobby-washing dishes.
Many people always feel that washing dishes after a full meal is a burden. Just when I was too lazy to wash clothes after taking a shower, I came in a hurry. Because of this, it ignores some trivial sweetness in life. Everyone has a hard time washing dishes, but I enjoy it alone.
Soak greasy vegetables in a bowl full of bubbles, wipe them carefully with a thick rag, and then rinse them with water. The original sticky feeling was immediately replaced by smoothness and cleanliness. Blue-edged porcelain bowls dripping with water are neatly stacked together, as if exquisite works of art were presented to you at this moment. Wipe the water droplets, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously. More importantly, with the removal of oil, I feel as if something has gone with the water and become delicate and fresh. I wonder if you have ever felt that kind of euphoria?
Every morning is as busy as a charge, and the family's rice bowl is always covered by the last person to leave, even until the evening. Lunch is handled separately at work or school, so only dinner symbolizes reunion and relaxation. In this way, washing dishes naturally becomes an opportunity for her daughter to show filial piety. While washing dishes, I chatted with my family, talking and laughing, and I didn't feel tired at all. If there is a tune of "washing and brushing" on TV at this moment, I will immediately dance with chopsticks, knock on the bowl and hum and sway to the music. Occasionally, I look up at the window and see thousands of lights, thinking that maybe every light has the same atmosphere, and I can't help feeling Tao Tao. In the warm light, each bowl actually has a layer of blue and white halo flowing on it. From time to time, I feel a little warm and faint satisfaction in my heart.
For me, washing dishes is not only a pure housework, but also a way to nourish my life. Whenever classmates and friends have dinner together, the question after dinner is "Who washes the dishes". I said, "I'll wash it. I have this hobby. " So people will think that I am hardworking and humorous. Ha ha ha, with this reputation, why not! I'm flattered.
Someone told me that if I let you do the dishes, you wouldn't be so happy. I think so, too. Only in this sweet life can I appreciate trivial and ordinary sweetness.
Some people may say that eating a piece of watermelon makes me feel happy, but I want to say that I can feel happy after listening to a sentence. What kind of sentence makes my heart very happy?
It was my parents who said to me, "No matter how good other children are, they are not as good as their own children." I heard this sentence since I was a child. I never get tired of listening to it. On the contrary, every time I listen to it, I gain an inch of confidence. Listen, I am a child with average grades and average looks, and I feel as confident as if I have a treasure in my heart. I believe I am a precious diamond, and I am cared for.
Indeed, this is the way my parents are educated. Whenever others talk about "other people's children", they always listen with a smile and finally give you a summary. "No matter how good other children are, they are not as good as their own children!" Whenever my parents tell this sentence to people around me, I will laugh to myself and be happy to have such good parents. I'm really happy. Of course, when my parents make such a summary, there will always be people who want to break their own words and even compare mine with other people's children directly, but my parents are very strong and unmoved, firmly believing that their children are the best, and other people's children are not so good.
I also asked my parents, I am not very good, why do they always say I am good? They didn't even look up and asked me, "I was born sick." Is it difficult for others to be good? " Every time I listen to them, my heart becomes better. I am flattered to have parents who love me so much, flattered to be born in such a family, flattered that I am not so good and can still get love.
I have listened to this sentence from my parents for more than ten years, but I never tire of it. Every time I listen, my heart is beautiful. Now my parents don't have to say it repeatedly, and my heart is beautiful, because I feel their unconditional love for me and my importance in their hearts.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, I have gone through two spring and autumn periods of junior high school and entered the ninth grade. Among the many teachers who have taught me, I am very grateful to our physics teacher, Yang Yang.
Open my memory book and think of my eighth grade. It's really hard to remember.
Just entering the eighth grade, we added a new course-physics, which sounded quite fresh, so we began to study hard. At first, a fat male teacher taught us physics. Somehow, I only got 86 points in the first physics test. Now I can be knocked down, which is unprecedented in my testing history!
The male teacher called me to his office. At that time, my mood was really like an overturned cruet. I feel so ashamed that I really want to find a crack in the ground right away. It happened that my Chinese teacher was there, and I felt the Chinese teacher's smile while listening to the male teacher's reprimand. What a gloating smile. Later, I lost confidence in physics. Although I tried my best, I only got 88 points in the second physical examination. Later, I really hoped that the male teacher would stop teaching us and change to a new teacher.
Ah, God bless me. About a month later, we changed our physics teacher. She is a young female teacher, and we all call her Miss Yang. We all like her. The arrival of Teacher Yang is undoubtedly a major turning point for me who wanted to give up learning physics well.
When Teacher Yang taught the chapter "Refraction of Light", I got another low score. I feel terrible. I believe this will be decided by physics teacher K. On the contrary, Miss Yang didn't blame me. In a self-study class, she called me to the office and kindly said to me, "Bian Changgeng, with your ability, there is definitely no problem in learning physics well." You gave me the impression that I didn't master the method of learning physics well. Come on, today the teacher will tell you something ... the teacher believes you. " Since then, I have regained my fighting spirit and lost confidence, especially in the study of physics. Besides studying physics according to the method taught by Mr. Yang after class, especially after every physics class, I try my best to answer questions, and Mr. Yang often encourages me. Later, my physics grades gradually improved.
Now, I have been promoted to the ninth grade with excellent results. Thank you very much, Miss Yang. Whenever I see Mr. Yang, my heart is always full of joy. Every time I see my grades, I am even more flattered when I think of Teacher Yang.