It was a hot weather of 38 degrees. As soon as I got on the bus, there was an empty seat. Grandma quickly put the bag in her hand on the seat and said, "Come and sit here quickly, and be careful not to fall." Then she grabbed the seat back with her hand and stood next to me. After two stops, the bus became more and more crowded. I saw that her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat slipped down her forehead and cheeks. Her body was crowded and kept shaking, and her hands on the back of the chair became tighter and tighter. At this time, my aunt in the seat next to me stood up and offered her seat. Grandma said thank you to each other, but did not sit down directly. Instead, she said to me, "Yang Yang, come and sit here. Let's change. It's cool here and the sun is shining there. " He dragged me to change seats. Seeing her sitting in the dazzling seat I just sat in, I couldn't wait to change it back, but she wouldn't even say anything.
When I got home, I told my mother what happened in the car this afternoon. My mother taught me a lot. I deeply understand how common and affectionate the love between an old man and his grandson is. I will be filial to my grandparents in the future.
This afternoon, my father and I went to learn swimming. Looking at the blue pool, I couldn't help jumping into the water. "Good ... cold!" I can't help shivering! After a while, my father began to teach me to practice breathing. I'm too timid to practice more. Dad saw me like this, so he asked me to try to hold my breath and see how long I could hold it at a time. As a result, I hugged for more than twenty seconds. Dad saw it and said, "Since you can hold it for so long, what are you afraid of?" Let's practice and catch our breath! "Dad's words inspired me, so I got up the courage to start practicing. I envy that others will float, but I won't. Then, my father began to teach me this technology. " You should first put your head flat in the water, stretch out your arms and clamp your ears easily. Don't stretch your muscles too tight, but relax all over ... "I did what my father said, and it really worked." I floated easily, with a faint taste. I think I have to float if I don't want to. Really comfortable! Now that you can float, you should do some actions to get to know it. Then I started practicing. Swimming, swimming, drinking water, choking water many times ... suffered a lot. After my efforts, I can swim and breathe before long! In this way, I successfully learned the breaststroke. Success I feel like a great hero, jumping happily in the water. At this time, I feel the water is so cold and soft, like jelly, so comfortable! I tried to perform for my father again and again. When my father saw that I could swim, he clapped his hands and praised me with a smile, which made me happier. Oh! I learned to swim! Today is my happiest day and the most unforgettable one.
Childhood dream is a colorful river, a colorful road, a shining bridge and a beautiful world. But there have been joys and troubles.
One afternoon just after the summer vacation, Zhang Honglei (my cousin) came to see me because she was bored at home. After watching TV for a while, our stomachs were growling, my family had nothing to eat, and my parents hadn't come back yet. At this time, my sister opened the refrigerator and saw that it was empty, only a bowl of leftovers. My sister thought about it and said to me, "Why don't we fry eggs and rice?" I heard the idea and said, "Would you like to? I won't. " My sister said, "I think grandma fired it." Let me try! " "In this way, we started the first fried egg fried rice.
My sister went back to grandma's process of frying eggs and fried rice and began to cook. First, my sister takes out leftovers, two eggs and an onion from the refrigerator. All the materials are ready, then I cut the onion, and my sister pours the rice into the pot and turns it over with a spatula from time to time. Soon, the rice was hot, and my sister put the rice aside and put a little rapeseed oil. After a few seconds, my sister knocked the egg on the edge of the pot again. Because my sister knocked it too lightly, the egg cracked a little. At this moment, I said, "I'll do it." I knocked hard, only to find that all the eggs were broken. My sister saw it and quickly pushed my hand aside, just as the egg fell into the pot. After waiting for a while, the eggs are almost cooked. My sister quickly mixed the eggs into the rice, added a little salt and monosodium glutamate, and put chopped green onion in it. The meal is ready, and the fragrance permeates the whole kitchen, no, the whole family. Green onions and Huang Chengcheng eggs are dotted on white rice, just like a beautiful landscape painting. When we smelled the rice, my sister and I both smiled happily.
Childhood dreams are like stars, so many and so colorful. Childhood is like the morning sky. Although it is not colorful, it is vast and full of fantasy and hope. Childhood is like the sky at night, and the stars are like little drops of water.