It was last year's New Year's Eve, and students sent cards to each other after class. Red and green greeting cards are given to good friends, who have their own hearts. Everyone was talking and laughing, their faces were filled with joy, and the classroom was full of laughter and laughter.
I was also infected by this happy atmosphere and took out a stack of written greeting cards, ready to join this happy crowd. Suddenly, I saw a classmate sitting there alone. Isn't that the famous "naughty king" Liu Kai? Before, he was either running on the playground or talking in the classroom, and he couldn't even control himself in class. Forget the positive energy. But now, he seems to be a different person. What happened to him? I looked at him puzzled. There seems to be a trace of sadness and longing in his brow. ......
Suddenly, I woke up. It must be because no one sent him a card and no one said a blessing to him. I can't help feeling sorry for him. Put yourself in my shoes. If I am abandoned by the group and forgotten by my classmates, I will also feel lost.
Thinking of this, I took out the most beautiful greeting card from my schoolbag and thought for a moment. It neatly said, "Liu Kai, I wish you a happy New Year, academic progress and a new step!" Then, I folded the greeting card gently, walked up to him and smiled and said to him, "Happy holidays, Liu Kai!" "As he spoke, he took out a greeting card from behind and handed it to him. He looked at me, then at the greeting card and said happily, "Thank you!" " "His eyes are full of joy. He stood up, raised his card and rushed into the crowd, shouting, "I have a beautiful card, too!" " "
Looking at him, I also smiled. How important the collective is! Everyone can't live without the collective, and everyone needs the warmth of the collective.
I like my father very much. He has a pair of bright eyes, a high nose shows his determination, and a small mouth always speaks amazingly. That's why my father did something unforgettable and admirable.
One day, my father and I played ball in the yard. A taxi came in from outside the courtyard. The driver opened the door, but no one came out. I walked over curiously and looked in the car. It turned out to be Grandpa Zhang who lives downstairs in my house. His face was pale, his eyes were blank, he was short of breath, and his limbs hung limply, leaning against the back seat of the taxi. He seems to be ill. Dad immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed the home phone. After a while, Grandma Zhang and her daughter ran downstairs in a panic. As they gently helped Grandpa Zhang out of the taxi, they gasped and asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " Dad also rushed forward to help and said, "Uncle Zhang seems to be ill. Help him go upstairs and have a rest! If not, go to see a doctor quickly. " Grandma Zhang and her daughter nodded, put Grandpa Zhang's hand on their shoulders, and labored to help Grandpa Zhang move forward, but he was tall and fat, and his limbs were weak. The two lesbians worked hard for a long time, but they didn't move a step.
Seeing grandma Zhang's embarrassment, dad volunteered and said, "Let me help you!" " "Say that finish, he held grandpa zhang upstairs. But grandpa Zhang can't move his legs, and it's no use for dad and grandma Zhang to help. Seeing this, my father said decisively, "Let me carry Uncle Zhang upstairs!" Without saying anything, Zhang picked up his grandfather and walked upstairs. Looking at my father's firm steps, I thought to myself: it is difficult for my father to carry me at ordinary times. Where did you get this energy today?
On the second floor, grandpa Zhang seems to wake up. He moved involuntarily and almost slipped off his father's back. Aunt Zhang and I quickly helped to lift it. One step, two steps, three steps, we struggled to climb upstairs, as if this six-story building had become sixty stories. Finally arrived at grandpa Zhang's house on the fifth floor. Father gently put Grandpa Zhang on his bed. Grandma Zhang quickly poured water for her father and thanked her again and again. Dad smiled and said, "Yes, yes, please don't be busy and take care of the patients quickly!" " I'm leaving. Please call me if you need anything. "Say that finish, dad walked out of grandma Zhang's house and never looked back.
Looking at my father's figure, my father seems to be taller in my eyes! He is the best role model in my life, and I am proud to have such a father. Helping others is happy, and I want to be like him!
That day, I went to the hospital by car to visit my sick grandmother, and I met the most unforgettable thing on the way.
Somehow, there were so many people on the bus that day that I struggled for a long time in the crowd and finally found a seat. My legs filled with lead finally spread out. I looked at the scenery outside the window, flapped my legs with my hands and relaxed my stiff legs. At this moment, the bus stopped and an aunt came over with a baby in her arms. The baby in her arms is still crying. I saw that while paying for the ticket, she coaxed the child to say "Don't cry, the baby will be home soon". Then the conductor shouted in her crisp voice, "Who can give her seat to this lesbian with a baby?" I want to give her my seat, but it's too hard to remember what it was like to stand just now. I was hesitating when a slightly old voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked in the direction of the sound. An old man next to me stood up trembling, patted the chair with his hand and said, "Sit here!" " "Aunt looked a little embarrassed and refused:" Grandpa, your legs and feet are not good, so sit down! ""But the old man just waved his hand to show that he didn't need it. Aunt couldn't refuse, so she had to bite the bullet and sit down. At this time, I noticed that the old man had silver hair and a thin face, but his eyes were bright, his uniform was straight, some were old, but very clean, and his shoes had fallen off a lot. Suddenly, I felt that there were many "thorns" on the chair, which made me unable to sit down in peace. I stood up and tried to give my seat to the old man. Suddenly, I braked suddenly. I slipped and stepped on the old man's foot. Strange! Why didn't he respond at all?
At this moment, the horn on the bus rang. "xxxx hospital is here." I hurried out of the car. Seeing the veteran limping down, his legs were stiff. Ah! It turned out to be a prosthesis. I was shocked and watched him disappear into the vast sea of people.
Although this matter has passed, it left a deep impression on me. He let me know that "helping others should be the standard of cultivating personal character."
Six years ago, as a first-year student, I entered a brand-new primary school. Time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school study and life flies like a blink of an eye. Now, I am about to graduate. When I left my alma mater, my heart was full of deep nostalgia.
I can't forget every teacher at school! I can't forget your kind eyes and your inculcation. It is you who nurtured our happy growth with sweat, and it is you who moistened our hearts eager for knowledge with the showers of knowledge ... In these six years, through the hard work of teachers, we not only learned the knowledge from books, laid a solid learning foundation, but also learned a lot about being a human being.
I can't forget it, dear students! I can't forget our friendship and the time we spent together. Looking back, it was a colorful yesterday. Yesterday, there was our struggle in the examination room; Yesterday, there was our game on the court; Yesterday, we had an argument in class; Yesterday, we sang in the choir ... Yes, what an unforgettable yesterday, I can't forget it.
I can't forget these six years of campus life! Every morning, students arrive at school on time for morning reading; As soon as the morning exercise bell rang, the students quickly stood together and went downstairs in turn; In class, the students listened carefully and actively raised their hands to speak; After school, students take an active part in sports activities on the playground ... The annual school sports meeting is even more exciting. In all sports, the cheers and cheers of the students on the sidelines were deafening. The players on the field abide by the rules, strive for the first place, and adhere to the principle of friendship first and competition second, as if a small Olympic Games were being held. This is my familiar campus life.
Ah! What a wonderful primary school life, how much happiness and harvest you brought me, I will never forget it!
In my childhood, many past events faded with the passage of time. There is only one little thing I remember very clearly and I can't forget it so far.
That winter, after a pleasant bell rang, several classmates and I ran out of the classroom and played a game of "cat and mouse" outside the classroom. I am a cat, and my classmate is a mouse. While I was having a good time, I accidentally fell down, and blood poured out of the wound and dyed my whole knee red. I couldn't help covering my wound and lying on the ground, but the tears I choked back still flowed out. At this time, the head teacher, Mr. Huo, happened to pass by here. When she saw that I was hurt, she immediately came up to me, carefully lifted me up, and then took me to the office to let me sit down first. Teacher Huo gently sucked the blood from my knee with a paper towel, and then put medicine on my wound and bandaged it. However, my wound is still bleeding bit by bit. Teacher Huo saw that I was badly hurt, so she called my father, carefully helped me on her motorcycle, and sent me to the First People's Hospital of the city to see the wound.
Along the way, the cold wind burst, and the cold north wind blew on us. Mr. Huo drove carefully against the cold wind, and I sat safely in the back row, feeling extremely warm. I only feel a warm current gushing from my heart and slowly infiltrating into my whole body. After coming to the hospital, the teacher found me a place to sit down, and then hurriedly registered me. In the emergency room, the doctor put some medicine on my wound. After taking the medicine, I felt a terrible pain in my knee and couldn't help frowning. Teacher Huo asked with great concern, "What happened? Does it hurt? " Seeing that I was speechless with pain, she comforted me softly: "Be strong, don't be afraid of pain." Mr. Huo waited by my side until my father rushed to the hospital and returned to school.
Although it has been more than a year since this incident, whenever I recall this incident, a warm current permeates my whole body. I grew up under the care and education of teachers, and I will repay the love and education of teachers with excellent results.
So much, take your time.