At the weekend, I hesitated: "Do you want to go out with your parents first?" ? Or do your homework in the activity class first? "I choose to do my homework in the activity class first. I muttered: "I am a junior high school student, and it is most important to hand in my homework in time." "Besides, the homework is very simple. Isn't it just adding alcohol to purple cabbage, squeezing juice, and then adding various ingredients? Simple to death! "
A few seconds after I started doing the experiment, my idea of "simple to death" disappeared. First, I have to slice the purple cabbage. Some time before I cut it, my hands were sore, but most of the purple cabbage refused to break, jumping proudly on the chopping block or on the ground, disdaining me. what can I do? The purple cabbage on the ground was picked up by a pair of sore hands and placed on the chopping board, ready to bear the next round of attack. This time, I held two kitchen knives in my hands, and the blades rose and fell rapidly. After this round of tenacious resistance, purple cabbage was finally defeated by me and turned into a pile of fragments.
Don't think that the storm has passed, and the following is to smash purple cabbage. At first, no matter how hard I pounded it, the purple cabbage wouldn't produce juice, and adding alcohol couldn't reverse the situation. I had to pounded it desperately ... five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes, eight minutes, and at the ninth minute, all the purple cabbage finally turned into mud. With a little effort, a lot of juice kept pouring out, and finally I survived the hardest part.
Alkaline flour water, purified water and white vinegar are all ready. When I poured them into the purple cabbage juice, the colors changed immediately, including green, red and purple ... like colorful fireworks, celebrate me!
After this successful attempt, I gained happiness, put independence in my heart, firmly grasped persistence and deeply remembered: "study hard!" " "And all this is growth, physical and mental growth. I believe that in this growth, I will sharpen myself and strive to strut to the highest peak of my life.
The harvest of growing up is like a long journey. I have experienced countless things, seen countless landscapes and been filled with countless challenges. I left rows of cheerful footprints in my growing journey. ...
I am not tall and agile, but I like to challenge all kinds of sports. One day after dinner in the summer vacation of senior one, I went to the fitness center in the community to do exercise as usual. Far away, I saw a little girl, about my age, spinning a hula hoop. In the breeze, her body twisted lightly, her beautiful skirt was like a blooming morning glory, and her two braids danced naughtily with the rhythm of rotation. She attracted me deeply under the sunset glow. When I got home, I said to my mother, "I want a hula hoop." My mother readily agreed and said, "It's not as simple as you think. You should practice hard. "
Looking at the newly bought hula hoop, I can't wait to learn the look of a little girl. I hold the hula hoop in my hand and put it around my waist. I suddenly turned around and my body twisted at once. But as soon as I let go, the hula hoop fell to the ground. I tried again and again, but I didn't succeed. I sweated profusely and lost my patience.
When I was depressed, my mother came over with a smile, wiped my sweat and said, "You can't practice only by brute force. What is more important is to sum up the failed experience, master the skills and take your time. " Encouraged by my mother, I turned one, two, three ... I practiced hard for the next few days. Gradually, the hula hoop seemed to be enchanted by me and became a part of my body. It can flexibly rotate around my waist, dozens, hundreds, a thousand ... and I also learned to turn the hula hoop on my arms, knees and other parts, and suddenly became a sports star in my community.
Later, I challenged a variety of sports, such as learning to wear roller skating, learning to ride a bicycle and being injured in hospital, sweating and bleeding during my study, but these pains did not affect my love for sports at all, but also honed my will while exercising. The teacher taught us from an early age: "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb." Exercise is like this, so is learning!
The gains in the growth of 300-word composition in three years passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, my six-year study career was coming to an end. Looking through the diary and looking at the childish handwriting, my eyes stopped.
-"My Growth Plan for the New Term"
After reading it in one breath, I found a lot of typos, and I smiled. Looking at yourself against the plan, I found that there are still many gratifying gains.
Between classmates, smiling faces are opposite, and no longer haggle over every ounce. They also know how to forgive others' unintentional jokes and ignore unnecessary gossip. Even if it is unreasonable to hit people, the deskmate knows how to bear it. They still rely on the sentence "People who will not forgive others will never be forgiven by others." Everything, whether it is an accepting attitude or a forbearing attitude, is gradually returning good for evil with the polishing of time and the spur of the plan. Laughter, ancient and modern, is a joke.
During my study, I also knew that I was very nervous, and the last step was near. I listen carefully in class and take notes carefully. Even after class, I am eager to digest what I said in class. During recess, I have less thoughts of going out to chat, and my brain is more active during class. All the little things have become the best testimony of every achievement.
Time waits for no one, and the big exam is coming. Faced with this plan, I was lost in thought again. ...