It was a Monday afternoon. After school, as the leader of the students on duty, I quickly organized everyone to clean up. Some mop the floor, some sweep the floor, some clean the blackboard, some move stools, and too many chefs are busy. Hey! Finally finished. Everyone walked out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs.
When I got off the teaching building, I suddenly saw the rockery in the lawn. On weekdays, many students climb mountains. Although I really want to go, I have been afraid to go for fear of being discovered by the teacher on duty and being detained for duty and supervision. Now that the teacher on duty has left, isn't it a good opportunity to go home with the supervisor on duty? I thought about it, put my schoolbag on the ground and ran into the lawn by myself.
I climbed up as easy as blowing off dust. At this moment, I felt as if I were on top, so I stood on it with my hands akimbo and swaggered for a while. I felt unsatisfied, so I started to "make a golden rooster", raised one foot, looked into the distance like the Monkey King, and put one hand on my forehead. I became more and more proud, so I closed my eyes and danced with open arms. Just when I got carried away, I suddenly felt that my center of gravity was unstable. Ah, the beautiful "golden rooster" fell off. Fortunately, there is a lawn below. I just grazed my leg. Otherwise, I don't even know what I will be thrown into!
In the future, I will never do such a stupid thing again.
On my way of growing up, there is one thing I will never forget. I seem to have grown up a lot since then.
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 or said a blessing. 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 am ashamed to play basketball. On the basketball court, my mind is full of regrets and regrets.
I remember what happened at the Han family at that time, and now I think it's still sour.
That day, some friends and I went to Kangdele basketball court. My hands were cold that day, and the wind was whistling outside. I missed the camera, and I was helpless. This is an old scavenger in rags, with a cane, a beard and a limp. He said, "Come here." I want to know what a garbage collector wants from me, asking for cans in the city. Forget it. I despise this kind of person the most. Tell him to go. I stared and pursed my lips. Hands rested on her hips and said, "Old man, you are sick! Let's go, don't be ashamed here! " I put it on a big shelf. "Hey, kid, I'm not looking for another project. You dropped your wallet. I've been looking for you for a long time and finally found you. Do you think so? " I looked at it carefully and felt it. It really is. "oh! I lost my wallet! There is 100 yuan in it. The key is that there is my calling card and saxophone admission ticket in it. If I lose it, I will fail the exam. Isn't this year's hard work in vain? " I stamped my foot anxiously. "Then see if this is your wallet?" I quickly grabbed it and checked it. It was really mine. I shouted, "Great! Great! " Jumped with joy.
I was just about to thank him, and he disappeared like the wind. I was depressed and punched myself. "I really shouldn't!" If I had known she was coming to return my wallet, I wouldn't have met him. I'm such a stupid fool. "I looked down in shame. As a poor man, he can pick up money and be greedy. For him, this wallet can also make him live for a while. He didn't take it for himself. I'm really touched. I will never look down on the poor again. This matter will be deeply branded in my heart and will never be erased.
On the eve of Lantern Festival, my grandparents and I came to the workers' home with great interest. Grandma said we should pack jiaozi for ourselves. I immediately danced with excitement.
When I arrived at the faculty's home, I went to the activity room on the second floor. There were two big tables with several big bags of flour and several thermos bottles on them. We're about to start work. We have to mix noodles first. I opened the lid of the thermos bottle and poured some water into the basin, but there was so much water that flour almost became flour soup. I sighed, and my heart beat a retreat. I thought: forget it! Even though I thought so, I persisted. I followed grandma's example, finally kneaded the flour into a ball, and began to rub it around, but after rubbing it a few times, my hands were covered with batter. I really want to give up, but I'm a little unconvinced when I see what others have done is decent, and I decide to keep working! I sprinkled a little flour on the dough and rubbed it like a massage. After a while, I can package jiaozi. I feel very excited, as if I were going to do something great. Because I usually only eat jiaozi, not jiaozi.
I pulled out a small dough from the big dough and rubbed it in my hand. The little dough rolled around between my palms, getting more and more round. Then, I pressed it into a disc, spooned a spoonful of bean paste on it, and then it was time to collect the edge of the dough. However, this mouth can't be closed. I'm confused. I put the patch on the palm in front of my eyes and studied it carefully for a while. Finally, I found the reason-everyone else pinched it hard. So, I sucked the milk with my strength and squeezed it hard. This pinch can be smashed, and the red bean paste in the face rolled out like a volcanic eruption! I smiled helplessly and shook my head. Look at other people's bowls. There have been several jiaozi, but I haven't found anything. At this moment, the headmaster came over and asked, "Oh, little sister, haven't you made one yet?" This sentence aroused my competitiveness, and I buried myself again. ...
"Cook, cook!" I ran away as soon as I heard it. It smells good! We all gathered around the pot to see which jiaozi was made by ourselves. "Look, I made this, the biggest!" "I seem to be doing this." "That's not ..." jiaozi in this pot has not only red bean paste and minced meat, but also endless joy!