There are many firsts in my life, such as taking a bus for the first time, watching a movie for the first time, cooking for the first time, playing games for the first time, doing handicrafts for the first time, and getting injured for the first time ... I have also had many firsts, but among the many firsts, there is one that I can't forget for a long time and always haunt my heart ...

It was a weekend in grade two or three. After dinner, my mother had to go to the office to work overtime, and I went with her. After surfing the internet in my mother's office and playing games for a while, I feel that there is nothing interesting to do, and I can't help but want to go home. But as soon as I thought about fighting "monsters" on my way home, my long-cherished plan was immediately shattered by me. I just looked at the flashing computer screen and struggled in my mind. A voice said, "Go home! Go back! " Another voice shouted loudly: "Why go back? Isn't it good to stay here? " The first voice rang again, more severe than before: "Go back! This will not only accomplish what you want to do, but also exercise your courage! " Another voice trembled: "Don't go back ..." This noise made me upset. My mother saw my mind and said with a smile, "I can't wait, go back first!" " I quickly shook my head, and my mother frowned: "Don't you dare? Then you'll have to wait another hour or two and go back with me. " I always love face, so naturally I can't stand my mother's taunts: "Go … go!" "

Walking out of the office building, the wind was like a sharp blade, which made my face ache. Looking at the dark road, I felt guilty again. I crept into the darkness and walked in fear and trembling. Suddenly, a light flashed behind me and hit the opposite tree, reflecting the swaying branches on the tree. I thought it was some monster, so I quickly stepped up. But I always feel that the "monster" in the tree behind me is staring at me, and I don't care about my own image. I ran away and waited until I proved that the "monster" couldn't see me, then I stopped panting. I looked around, it was gloomy, and I couldn't help thinking of the ghost stories told by my classmates. My ears seemed to be screaming like wild animals, and my legs were shaking, making it difficult to take a step.

Walking slowly, I came to a street lamp and suddenly saw a figure following me behind me. An idea suddenly flashed through my mind. Is that man following me? Without hesitation, I got into the darkness again and walked gently in the direction where I just found the shadow. Why did that man disappear? I turned around and suddenly found that the man was behind me, but it didn't look like it when I looked carefully. I stared at him for a long time before I recognized his true face-my shadow, and I was suspicious again. Besides, how could there be ghosts in the world? I settled my pounding heart, strode onto the road, and soon returned home. No sooner had I entered the house than my mother's phone arrived. Hearing my voice, my mother was obviously relieved: "Did you get home smoothly? I thought my baby son was eaten by a monster! " Hearing this, I couldn't help but give a wry smile.

Although the first experience is thrilling and frightening, it is also a good way to temper your strong will. This incident will never be forgotten by me, because it has cultivated my autonomy and honed my will. Dare to try a meaningful first time, it will make your life more colorful!

First cooking

One day after school at noon, the scorching sun was shining, and the burning sun made me gasp. When the road team reached the cross street, I rushed home in one breath. As soon as I entered the house, I found my father and mother were not at home. Hey! This world is really weird: the sun plays with me, God plays with me, and I'm tired, hungry and thirsty, and my parents are not at home, so I have to learn cooking by myself.

I took out a jar of beans from the refrigerator and pinched them one by one. In a short time, it was finished. After cleaning them, they began to fry. I poured some oil first, and when it started to smoke, I poured a lot of jar beans into the pot. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the pot. I thought the gas stove was going to explode, so I ran to the living room like ants on hot bricks. After a while, the noise died down. I walked carefully to the kitchen, staring at the gas stove and ready to go out. I went into the kitchen and found that nothing happened, so I quickly stirred up the fire. After a while, I smelled a burnt smell. On closer inspection, it turns out that the water is fried dry, but it seems that some beans are missing. It turns out that the beans were accidentally fried outside the pot when they were stir-frying I immediately picked up the beans, cleaned them and put them in the pot, then poured a large amount of floating water into the pot and continued to stir fry. After a while, I tasted one, which was a little mushy, tasteless and very soft. I knew it was time to put salt, but I spilled a lot of monosodium glutamate as salt. Then stir-fry again. I was careful this time and didn't sprinkle any. Stir-fried for a while and put a little salt as monosodium glutamate. Finally, I stir-fried it a few times. In this way, my food is ready.

I tasted my cooking and it was really uncomfortable because I pinched the jar beans too long. The taste is unique in the world: some are too salty to swallow, some are as bitter as coffee, and some are tasteless. I just took a few bites and I felt like vomiting.

Looking at my masterpiece, I shook my head discontentedly and endured the strange taste and ate some. After all, it was my first time cooking. Although the cooking was not successful, I was still very happy.

The first time I "hit a ghost"

"Everything is difficult at the beginning", when I was 10, I had a thrilling experience ...

That night, my father had to go away on business, leaving me alone at home. I turn on the TV, just sit and change TV programs from time to time. I stayed up until midnight, when Liao Zhai was shown on TV. Although it was horrible, my curiosity still drove me to watch it.

A woman flashed behind a scholar, but she had no feet! I saw that the scholar fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and died. I was scared out in a cold sweat, and the more I watched it, the more scared I became. I wanted to go upstairs to sleep, but I was afraid.

I hesitated for a long time, and it was almost 1 o'clock, so I had to have a rest! I timidly turned off the light and held the flashlight in my hand. When I was about to go upstairs, I passed the mirror, but I accidentally shone my flashlight on my face ...

"Ah-ghosts!" I screamed and my flashlight fell to the ground. I was shivering, squatting in the corner, covering my eyes tightly with my hands, and it took me a long time to open them slowly.

I was busy turning on the light again, my heart almost jumped to my throat, and suddenly I felt cold and creepy in my back. At this time, I am like a helpless bird falling into a ghost valley. I calmed down, picked up a feather duster and prepared for a dying struggle with the ghost. I walked upstairs step by step, and when I saw the window, I rushed up and threw myself on the bed, covering my head with the quilt as fast as lightning, and my heart was pounding …

Now I am no longer afraid to stay at home alone, because I have learned the road of "doing nothing wrong in the daytime and not afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night". As long as I do things aboveboard, there is nothing to be afraid of.

False Illiteracy On a winter morning, four well-dressed and strong men stood at the boarding passage with the sign "Mother and son boarding place" written in the station, and a woman with a baby was squeezed out of the passage. The mother and son were looking at them with amazement: they were neither disabled nor holding children, but why did they stand at the mother and son boarding passage? Are they illiterate? No, some of them wear beautiful coats and polished shoes, and some even wear glasses, all of which look like educated people. They just want to get a little profit for themselves. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, they still put on a blind eye to the signs and stood there as if nothing had happened, without any intention of giving way to the mother and son.

From the clothes of the four men in the picture, we know that they all know every word on the sign, but they have not put it into action, giving convenience to those who need it most, and deliberately pretending to be illiterate to escape the correct public order. In my opinion, they are indeed "illiterate", but what I mean by "illiterate" here is not the "culture" but the "civilization". What a great country needs most is the unity of the whole nation, and the most basic things are civilization and morality. However, the four young men in the picture can't even obey the minimum order. What about civilization and morality? It is not uncommon for such things to happen in life. How many people covet their own convenience or interests, so that those who really need help can't get the original support.

In real life, I have seen such a scene many times: on a crowded bus, many young and strong young people sit firmly in their seats, while white-haired old people stand beside them, but they don't give up their seats at all. The prompt of "special seats for the elderly, the sick and the disabled" is clear, but they turn a blind eye; In the park, the sign "No Climbing Flowers and Trees" is very eye-catching, but the climbed flowers and trees can be seen everywhere; The words on the beautiful garbage bins in the square are particularly dazzling, but there are still people littering the peels and scraps of paper everywhere ... These "fake illiterates" only care about their own interests, regardless of everyone's feelings, which fully shows their immoral conduct. They are not intellectually illiterate, but morally illiterate. How sad it would be if the whole society became like this! This kind of bad behavior and thought has gradually spread on people. If it is not controlled in time, the consequences will be unimaginable. China, a country of etiquette, is a native of China. In public places, we should think more about others, always think that we will not influence others, and provide more help for others. I hope everyone can abide by social morality and let the flowers of civilization bloom everywhere. This cartoon reminds me of a simple and meaningful sentence: "There is a kind of wealth called spirit and a kind of nobility called civilization." Let these bad social atmosphere disappear in people's minds forever.

False illiteracy

How peaceful and beautiful the society we live in now is! This has always been my idea, but since I saw the satirical cartoon made by Mr. Hua Qunwu in January 1984, I have completely changed this idea. Now let's take a look at the picture of the cartoon: it was a very cold morning, and the north wind was whistling, and people were shivering with cold. Just in the waiting lane stood four strong and well-dressed big men, while outside the waiting lane stood a pair of pathetic and mother and son. Isn't that the "mother-child boarding place"? Why are there four big men standing? Are they illiterate? No, they are not illiterate. Let me introduce them to you and you will understand what kind of people they are.

It was a very cold morning, the north wind was blowing, and people were shivering with cold. Just in the waiting lane stood four strong and well-dressed big men, while outside the waiting lane stood a pair of pathetic and mother and son. Isn't that the "mother-child boarding place"? Why are there four big men standing? Are they illiterate? No, they are not illiterate. Let me introduce them to you and you will understand what kind of people they are.

The man standing in the front looks like a cadre. He is wearing a fur coat, his hands in his pockets, and his feet are wearing brand-name leather shoes. He thinks to himself: I am a cadre, so I can stand wherever I want. Do you care? As long as I am happy, I don't care about "the blind get on the bus" or "the mother and son get on the bus". Behind him was a boy who looked like a graduate student. He wore a top hat and a coat, his head was down, and his eyes were on his toes. He thought to himself, I have come early, so why didn't I take the first place? But it's okay. I came in second. I just keep my head down and pretend I didn't see the sign. Followed by the boy is a stout middle-aged man. He is wearing glasses and a lot of clothes, standing there like nobody's watching. He thinks to himself: It's wonderful that I am standing here, and someone is sheltering me from the wind before and after, telling me to make way. What a beautiful daydream! Behind him stood a man who wore a mask and wrapped himself up. He thought to himself, I'm so smart that I brought a mask before I went out, so people would think I was sick and forgive me. The mother and son standing in the waiting lane saw that none of them would give way and had to stand there helplessly. The north wind attacked the mother and son mercilessly. The mother held her child tightly in her arms and kept saying to the child, "Hold on, son, hold on, mother will take you to the doctor at once." The child kept crying, his face was very pale, and he kept crying as if to protest against what the four men had done. Those four men are still indifferent when they see such a scene. Are they still human? !

When the bus came, all four men got on the bus. They all took good seats, and the mother and son got on the bus, but the bus was full. Fortunately, a middle-aged man gave way to the mother and son, and the middle-aged man glanced at the four men, but the four men were not ashamed at all, but even more nonchalant. Are these people really illiterate? No, they are clearly a group of "fake illiterates". These people ignore social morality and are selfish. They are greedy and cheap for a while, at the expense of their own dignity. By doing so, they are like stepping on their own dignity. They are scum of our civilized society ... This cartoon is a wonderful satire on such people. After reading this cartoon, I can't help but get lost in thought: I hope there are fewer and fewer "fake illiterates" like this in society ...

Second unit

Folk custom grand view garden

"Different winds in a hundred miles, different customs in the sea"

Folk customs and nationalities

In the sound of firecrackers, we ushered in the biggest festival of China people-the Spring Festival, and everyone was beaming, hanging red lanterns and pasting red Spring Festival couplets, busy ...

The first day of the first month is another happy day.

I used to be the last person to get up, but today I won the first place because I really want to smell the smell of firecrackers. Strings of firecrackers are lit in people's hands, and the sound is really loud, splashing everywhere, as if to send every blessing to thousands of households. The sound of firecrackers is continuous, crackling and lively.

After the firecrackers, there is nothing interesting. Let's have breakfast and go out to play later!

After dinner, I invited some friends to play together. The firecrackers lit in the street produced beautiful flowers on the ground. They were very beautiful. The pocket money given by my parents was in my bag, not to mention how happy I was. Today's birds also come out to join in the fun, and probably they are also very happy.

The street is really a street, with everything to play and eat. Most of the people I saw were children. I took a look and counted the spicy food stalls as the best:

"I want a string of rice cakes!" Cried a fat child.

How about going somewhere else? In front of a stationery store stall, I stopped again. There are all kinds of fun things there: airplane models, binoculars, electric cars … all fun things. I find that the most popular things are those for fun.

In other places, I also saw some selling balloons, pistols, skipping rope, and some selling snacks, snacks and fruits, with everything to wear and eat. It's amazing.

After playing all morning, I'm going to visit relatives and friends in the afternoon to celebrate the New Year, which is undoubtedly a happy thing.

What a wonderful time today! It's a feast for the eyes, a feast for the mouth and a feast for the hands. The luckiest thing is those vendors, but business is booming today!

I sincerely hope that today's children all over the country will be happy and have no troubles in the new year, but don't be "tired of playing with things"!

Exercise guidance

1 What is the folk custom to introduce?

What are its main features?

3 What are you going to introduce? Methods: List numbers, make analogy, personify people, give examples, etc.

That part will be introduced in detail as the key point.

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1, Tomb-Sweeping Day's customs are rich and interesting, besides paying attention to banning fires and sweeping graves, there are also a series of customs and sports activities such as jogging, swinging, cuju, playing polo and inserting willows. According to legend, this is because Tomb-Sweeping Day wants to ban cold food and fire. In order to prevent cold food and cold meals from hurting people, we all take part in some sports activities to exercise. Therefore, this festival is a distinctive festival, with both sad tears to sweep the new grave and laughter for an outing.

2. My hometown is Da 'an Town, Pingnan County, Guangxi. Speaking of customs, we hold the activity of "worshipping social fire" every year, especially during the Spring Festival. In the early morning of New Year's Day, that is, when the New Year's bell rings, the villagers have come up with offerings to "worship the social fire" and worship the social gods in their own halls first. There are many sacrifices, such as chocolate, biscuits, candy, laurel leaves, Shatian pomelo, etc., which mean "great wealth and great wealth" and "sweet honey" in the new year. 3. The Dragon Boat Festival, also known as Duanwu, is one of the biggest traditional festivals in China. The meaning of "Duan" is the same as that of "Chu", and calling "Duan Wu" is just like calling "the fifth day"; The word "five" of "Duanwu" is also connected with "noon". According to the order of earthly branches, May is the "noon" month. Because noon is "the sun", Duanwu is also called "Duanyang". On the fifth day of May, both the month and the day are five, so weighing five is also weighing noon. In addition, there are many nicknames for the Dragon Boat Festival, such as: Summer Festival, Yulan Festival, Daughter's Day, Tianzhong Festival, Dila Festival, Poet's Day and so on. The numerous nicknames of the Dragon Boat Festival indirectly illustrate the divergence of the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival custom. Up to now, there are at least four or five sayings, such as: in memory of Qu Yuan; Wuyue's national totem sacrifice theory; From the three generations of summer solstice festival; Evil month and evil day drive away, and so on.

In my memory, the Spring Festival is the most lively festival. Whenever I think of the Spring Festival, I think of the scene when my father and I set off firecrackers last Spring Festival. I remember years ago, adults were busy shopping for new year's goods, and my mother bought food, Spring Festival couplets and jiaozi. We children are not as busy as adults. On New Year's Eve, my mother asked my father and I to put up Spring Festival couplets, and my father suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to buy firecrackers. My father and I decided to go downstairs and buy firecrackers together, and came to the stall selling firecrackers. There are so many kinds of firecrackers! There are cupolas, rotary cannons, barbed fireworks, wrestling cannons, fireworks, black spider cannons, and big thunder. . . . . . Anyway, all kinds of firecrackers can't be finished.

5. "Chilijie" is a special festival of Zhuang people in Longzhou and Pingxiang. It is said that during the Sino-French War, the local Zhuang people were too busy fighting against foreign invaders to attend the Spring Festival until the 30th day of the first month. In order to celebrate the victory and make up for the Spring Festival, the local people have made the 30th day of the first month a festival every year, and they have become accustomed to each other since then.

Third unit

my dream

My ideal is to be a singer. I never thought about what I would do in the future. It was a friend of mine who told me what my ideal was. If someone asked me, "What is your ideal?" I will proudly tell her: "My ideal is to be a singer!"

If you want to be a singer, you must pay the most attention to your personal image. If you are not careful, you will be photographed or defamed, which will ruin your image. In the cold winter, you will wear thin clothes and take the trouble to perform for everyone. In the hot summer, you will wear thick cotton-padded clothes.

Some people say that you are a singer to make money! Indeed, a singer is also a profession, a job. Since there is a job, why not make money? But you earned it by your own efforts! There are other reasons why I want to be a singer, that is, I want to create my own music for everyone to enjoy. When everyone feels sad, listening to my songs will make you forget all your troubles and solve things calmly.

There is another reason why I want to be a singer, that is, when you become a singer, you will be famous all over the world. No matter who sees it, you will be very happy and immediately come to hug me and sign autographs. I often fantasize that after more than ten years, when I sing loudly on a world-class stage, a group of fans will reach out and shake hands with me. At this moment, a person runs onto the stage and gives me a bunch of beautiful flowers. What an enviable thing it is.

Everyone has his own ideal. My ideal is to be a singer. I wonder what your ideal is?

Originator: Dai Gillian Everyone has their own ideals, and of course I am no exception. When I was a child, my little treasure chest also contained colorful ideals. Today, I will open my treasure chest and show you all the treasures in it.

I had my first dream when I was very young. Be a policewoman. The ideal of childhood is ridiculous and childish now. At that time, I actually fell in love with the beautiful police uniforms of female policemen, and stood in the middle of the road with them to direct traffic. But soon, my ideal changed, because I gradually understood the hardships and difficulties of being a policewoman.

So, being a painter became my second dream. I have been very sensitive to painting since I was a child, and I like painting very much. I often draw some "masterpieces" myself and show them to my parents. My parents learned that I like painting and immediately signed me up for an art class. It may be because of children's playful nature. After taking the art class, I became less fond of painting. Even ran away from art class to play with classmates. In this way, my second ideal went up in smoke.

By the time I had my third dream, I had already entered the fourth grade of primary school. The ideal at that time was to be a teacher. Since childhood, I have come into contact with many teachers, some of whom are old and experienced. There are also young and inexperienced people. But no matter what kind of teachers they are and what subjects they teach, I like them very much. In the future, I want to stand on a high platform like them and teach my students.

Now I am a sixth-grade student. I'm about to step into the middle school. Today, I am not a child who knows nothing; Now, I have my own unique opinions and ideas about some things. Now my ideal is to be a person who contributes to society. Maybe you will say that this is not an ideal. But in this long study career, I'm not sure whether my ideal will change again. But I'm sure that what I will never change is to be a person who contributes to society and all mankind.

Nowadays, many students often talk about their lofty ideals and ambitions. But often do not do some small things around you that should be done well. Even some basic social ethics have not been achieved. If we want to realize our ideals, we must start from the small things around us and start from ourselves. We can't have the idea of "not doing what is good and not doing it, not doing what is evil." The idea. We should lay a solid foundation for our ideals. Finally, it can be realized!

Maybe your ideals are as numerous as the stars, and your ideals will never change, but no matter what career and work I want to do when I grow up, there is only one requirement for myself that will never change, that is, I should start from small things and always start by myself. Be a person who contributes to society and all mankind!

Robinson Crusoe.

I finished reading Robinson Crusoe in the summer vacation. This is the most famous novel by British writer daniel defoe. It tells the story of Robinson kreuz, an Englishman with adventurous spirit. In order to realize his dream, he gave up his comfortable life and became a sailor full of thrills, sailing on the stormy and dangerous sea. As a result of the cargo ship crash, Robinson was stranded on a desert island. In desperation and pessimism, he began to think of ways to save himself-building rafts, building houses, repairing fields, growing food and raising livestock ... It took him 28 years to build the desert island into a paradise. This infinite courage and perseverance in conquering nature have benefited me a lot.

Compared with Robinson's desert island, I have to admit that I am happy. At home, from babbling, parents paved the way for us to grow up happily. Walking into the campus and becoming a large number of students, the school set up a rainbow bridge leading to the ideal for us. I walked carefree on this flat road and bridge year after year, without wind and waves, setbacks and bitterness. If I catch a cold occasionally, I will stay up or even go to school. My parents will cling to me, and my grandparents will hold me in their arms. When can a "lucky guy" like me, who has such a weak willpower and can only "stretch his hand with clothes and open his mouth with food", stand on his own feet?

After reading Robinson Crusoe, I am proud of Robinson's bravery, impressed by his wisdom and shocked by his perseverance. In contrast, I am really ashamed. Dependence on my parents is actually a sign of cowardice. When will we so-called "emperors and princesses" be as brave and strong as Robinson? When can we "flowers in the greenhouse" get out of the "greenhouse"? Do we have to "thrive" under the care of our parents and teachers all our lives? My answer is: no! From now on, I will abandon my femininity, learn to stand on my own feet and learn to be strong. As long as I work hard, I will be a little Robinson.

Li Baiyun: "It will take time to ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea." As long as we have firm confidence, we will certainly be able to exercise our perseverance.