It's best for Zhou Ji to write it himself

An unforgettable event

This happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up his seat on the bus, I will recall it. This incident not only made me feel very ashamed of myself, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

It was a Sunday morning a year ago. I went to my father's office by bus after attending a study class. As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage was like a sardine can, shoulder to shoulder and crowded.

I was sitting leisurely and watching the beautiful scenery outside the window when an old woman got on the bus. "Walking towards my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops to my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after I have given my seat. Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to grandma, "grandma, you can sit in my seat." Then, he helped the grandmother sit down carefully, while he kept leaning against the seat, holding on with one hand, clutching the handrail and struggling against the crowded place. When I saw that my grandmother had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.

The car passed several stops again, but only people came up from the front door, but no people went out from the back door. The car became more crowded. I saw that young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the terminal, there were many people getting off, and the young man and I were also going to get off. Everyone pushed me towards the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who bumped the young man's leg. The young man let out a scream of "Ouch", gritted his teeth, and got out of the car with a painful expression on his face, clutching his leg. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs and checking the wound. Ah! It turned out that it was an injured leg, and it was tightly wrapped around the knee with gauze. He was injured!

I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, and felt my face burning. I thought: I am a young pioneer, am I worthy of a red scarf? I'm so ashamed.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it vividly. This matter has always told me that to be a helpful person, only by helping others can we be happier.

Take a snail for a walk

Today, I went to the country with my mother, and I walked alone on the path in the field. Walking, a small animal that was crawling slowly came into my eye.

if you look closely, it turns out to be a small snail. It occurred to me that I wanted to walk with this little snail. So, I walked slowly, for fear that the little snail could not keep up. When I took a few steps and looked back, the little snail was so far away from me.

I pushed behind it, but it still crawled slowly. I urged it, I bluffed it, I blamed it, and the snail looked at me apologetically, as if to say, "I have tried my best!" "

the snail can't climb fast, but it still crawls. In order to get to where I want to go, in order to complete the goals set for myself.

what is our goal? How did we accomplish these goals? Snail has achieved its goal by its own efforts and the spirit of never giving up. We should learn from the spirit of snails and accomplish our goals!

Life often gives people inspiration, however, life does not take the initiative to send "inspiration" to the door. Life goes on according to its own appearance and laws, and everyone has the right to get inspiration from it. It gives everyone a chance, but the question is whether we can find "enlightenment" from it. People who are diligent in thinking, in a sense, are people who are trying to find inspiration-looking for it with unresolved questions and all kinds of doubts. Think about life itself and all kinds of phenomena in life, and you will receive the gift of life.

I like the charm of nature best

When you see the beautiful scenery of nature, you will be impressed by its charm. Here, you can forget the complicated and noisy urban areas, feel the beauty of nature with your heart, and feel the quietness of nature.

When we walked to Yuan Ye, we saw endless patches of green grass with gorgeous wild flowers growing on it. The grass on the Yuan Ye is like thousands of green guards, guarding the attractive flowers. No matter how people trample on them, the grass will never lower its noble head. This is the charm of the grass.

When we throw ourselves into the arms of the mountain, the mountain is not high from a distance. When you come to the foot of the mountain and look up, you know that the mountain is so majestic. The mountains are like giants, standing firm forever, regardless of the wind and thunder and the rain. How admirable their spirit is. This is the charm of mountains.

when you grow up

if your eyes are wet, can you see a rainbow if you shine in the sun?

occasionally, I have to say worry, because growing up needs worry to explain. I heard a long time ago that they were going to work. They said: If you want to be independent, you must first be financially independent. How good they are, they can fight the sword all over the world and be chivalrous and soft-hearted. I smiled and wished them a pleasant journey. They left, singing lonely wanderings. Many years later, we met again, but there were no thrilling stories to tell me along the way. Their faces are not excited by adventure, only tired. The soaring heroism has also become the courage of the year, and they are heroes. Society and reality are a flood, which has washed away all the dreams in the daytime. Youth, sometimes with some scars to dress up. Find a piece of paper, write down all your dreams, then tear them up and put them in the wind. Let the scraps of paper rain on the drooping heart, dilute it and forget it. But those dreams, at least once so vivid. Failure is a beautiful and broken floating shadow.

people always have to grow up.

on the day when the arts and sciences were divided into classes, the sun was shining brightly. Deliberating the sun on a leaf, thinking about the sun's alias: the sun, the red sun ... I can't think of anything else. I don't know why, but if I grow up like this. To leave, no one said goodbye, and it seems that there is no need to say it. When I got home, I listened to Scarborough Fair, and the notes flowed like a river. I really felt like I had graduated from the past. If you can go far, can your memory be as long as a journey? Memories are like piano songs. I want to paint them as paintings, frame them and hang them in the corridors that I often pass by. I want to plant them into tulips, wrap a story in a bone flower, and choose a winter morning to bloom. Leave a flowering time for yourself to remember. It passes on just like this, not ceasing day or night! No matter how clever you are, you can't catch the fleeting time.

people can always grow up.

I used to hold the jewel flower and talk with it, and we agreed to grow up together. But it can't grow bigger. Why doesn't the good thing count? Although things that don't count don't count, the days are still increasing. It's silly to stop holding precious stones and keep overdue promises. Time dragged on, and another autumn and winter passed. If it is sunny tomorrow, open your arms; It will rain tomorrow, so take a shower and spread the butterfly's free and easy wings. If you can still stand, move on. With shyness, stubbornness and pride, we grew up together and experienced the beauty that emerged from the cocoon.

if your eyes are wet, shine on the sun.

The motherland

rings a row of copper chimes, and the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme go from far to near, passing through five thousand years of long years and fifty-seven years of colorful flower season, rippling and echoing in the river continent, the beauty of water, the sunshine of mountains and the shore of the sea, condensing a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people: Motherland! The rolling wheel of history dissipated the flying dust during the Warring States Period, dimmed the sword shadows and knives in the Three Kingdoms and the Jin Dynasty, blurred the prosperous markets in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and eroded the flashy glass in front of the Ming and Qing temples. What was left was the names of heroes, who stood up the backbone of China people and condensed the great national spirit. Since ancient times, countless people with lofty ideals have taken patriotism as their lofty ambition and lifelong responsibility. There is a "loyal service to the country" There are Fan Zhongyan, who worries about the world first, Lin Zexu, who cares about the country's life and death, and avoids it because of misfortune and happiness. There are Lu Xun, who is self-confident and self-motivated by "warning the world to save the country", and Zhou Enlai, who is also studying for the rise of China. From Sun Yat-sen to Chen Duxiu, from Li Dazhao to Mao Zedong, from Lin Juemin to Qiu Jin, for the rise of China, for the revenge of serving the country. Defended the dignity and sacredness of the motherland, leaving behind magnificent mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery.

Now, looking around, the land of the motherland is thriving, and the development of our country attracts worldwide attention. As young people in the new era, they have the responsibility to link their future with the destiny of the motherland. Because life is not just a drop of blood, it is a burning passion. Youth is not only a praise, but also a source of having a mission and striving for it. Because of the aura of life, trampled bodies have given new souls; Because of the splendor of youth, dancing thoughts converge into a tragic elegy. While enjoying a peaceful and stable happy life, I can't help but think of those young people who sacrificed their lives for the democratic, scientific and independent Chinese nation. They stood up at the moment when the nation suffered humiliation and saved the people from suffering by turning the tide. Once, they dared to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood. However,

in the new era, we should carry forward the spirit of patriotism. Be proud of serving the people and ashamed of betraying the people; Proud of advocating science and ashamed of ignorance; Proud of hard work, ashamed of leisure and hate work; Be proud of unity and mutual assistance, and be ashamed of harming others and benefiting themselves; Be proud of honesty and trustworthiness, and be ashamed of forgetting righteousness at the expense of profit; Be proud of obeying the law and discipline, and be ashamed of violating the law and discipline; Proud of hard work, ashamed of arrogance and extravagance!

Students, the stage of youth is built for us; The fiery times let us gallop; A bright future is created by us! Let's embrace the times with youth, ignite the future with life, and build our own tomorrow with fiery passion! Festival

In the golden autumn, the weather was pleasant, and it coincided with the National Day holiday. My family went to visit my grandmother. Grandma is over seventy years old this year, but she is alert and healthy. Grandma's happiest time is when her sons and daughters take their children back to their hometown from all over the country during the holidays, and more than 2 people from a large family get together. No, grandma came back with a basket full of shrimp, crab and fish fresh and was happily greeting her neighbors. She could hear her old man's hearty smile from a distance.

grandma's home is far away in a water town in Jiaxing, Zhejiang province, and the traffic was very inconvenient in the past. From Shanghai to my grandmother's house, I have to take a train and change to a ship. I set off from home in the morning and arrived at my grandmother's house at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Because I am particularly carsick and seasick, my mother visits my grandmother once a year, but I can only go once every two or three years. Today, when my uncle drove to pick us up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning, and he said that grandma was waiting for us to have lunch. Is it in time? I'm a little skeptical. We got on the Buck van, got on the A4 Expressway in a short time, and then took the East-West Avenue. Ah, it took only one hour!

in my memory, I came up from the ship dock, crossed the old street paved with green slate, and walked through a narrow and long alley, which was my grandmother's home. That's three old houses by the river, with white walls and tiles. The wooden windows along the river are wide open and hung with bamboo curtains. You may feel very attractive, classical and romantic, but in real life, the kitchen and living room are together, and the gas in the briquette stove diffuses, making grandpa cough constantly; There is no bathroom at home, and grandma has to carry the toilet to pour it every day; When the rainy season floods, the river pours into the house, and the old furniture smells bad and musty. What worries my grandmother most is how can so many people live when all the children come back during the festival? So grandma often says, "Alas! When can I change to a bigger house? " This year, grandma's dream has finally come true. The old town has been rebuilt and the old people have moved into new buildings. Now, what unfolds before our eyes is a beautiful small villa with glazed tiles shining in the sun and a pointed roof like a castle in a western fairy tale. Walking into the big yard surrounded by bamboo fence, osmanthus trees are fragrant, pomegranate trees are full of fruits, colorful chrysanthemums in flower beds are smiling, and little white cats are sleeping lazily in the sun. Stepping into the living room, it is spacious and bright, the kitchen and bathroom are clean and tidy, and gas, running water and toilet are all available. What makes grandma most satisfied is that she can leave a room for each child. Grandma was so happy that she couldn't keep her mouth shut

Standing on the top of my grandmother's three-story building, I looked up and saw the Shanghai-Hangzhou Expressway, Sujiazha Expressway and East-West Avenue, criss-crossing roads leading to all directions. Not far away, there is a water overflow in the diamond field. Young girls are sitting in diamond barrels picking diamonds, and their bright clothes are hidden in the clear water of diamond flowers. Beside the river pond, there is a large grassland, which is a children's paradise and a fitness area for the elderly. Every morning, grandma goes there for early exercise. Looking at such a beautiful garden building, you would never think that there were only a few low huts here, where foreigners lived in rags. Moving into a new house and living in the garden, grandma's health is getting better and better, and her spirit is bright and clear. She smiled and said to us: "Reform and opening up are really good! The town is becoming more and more beautiful, life is getting better and better, and travel is becoming more and more convenient. It is said that after the rail transit is repaired, it only takes half an hour to get here from Shanghai. At that time, you should come back every week. You'd better go out early and come home late, and come with my old woman every day, hahaha ... "

Listening to my grandmother's hearty laughter, I feel deeply moved. Yes, from the changes in my grandmother's family, I can see that our old China is changing with each passing day. Ah motherland, long live! This is you, this is me, and this is the joy of Chinese children!

Interesting story

"Time is like water and life is like a song." In the blink of an eye, we sent away another tense semester and ushered in another summer vacation.

"It's a holiday from today." As soon as the teacher's voice fell, the students cheered: "It's a holiday! Have a holiday. " What else the teacher said, no one heard clearly. Everyone is like a flying bird, free from the shackles of books. Crowded out and ran to the road home.

I took a deep breath when I walked out of the classroom. I feel like a monochromatic hydrogen balloon. On the day of school, my teacher held me tightly. After the holiday, the teacher relaxed the thread in his hand and let me fly to my dream place.

it feels good to have a holiday. I didn't open my sleepy eyes until after ten in the morning. Dress slowly and don't worry about parents' urging. Savor the flavor snacks in Wuhan carefully. The cool air from the air conditioner makes me think of my classmates. They must be enjoying the coolness brought by air conditioning at home like me.

it feels good to have a holiday. I walked past my parents with an idle book on my arm. There are smiles on their faces, and it seems that the idle books that they originally opposed are no longer idle.

it feels good to have a holiday!

second, the chapter of pain

Good days always seem so short. For me, who will be a graduate next year, such a good day is even shorter.

In order to make my grades improve by leaps and bounds in the last year. My mother set a goal for me: seize every day of the holiday.

mother's life is hard. My good days ended quickly. The daily study tasks are actually arranged even more than when I was at school.