Some people think that youth is a song, Ding Ding Dong Dong is playing a happy rhythm; some people think that youth is tears, full of ups and downs; some people think that youth is a smile, full of spring breath & hellip; but I think that youth is sweat, dancing in the winter playground full of sweat, that is the best experience.
It was an ordinary winter morning, according to the usual rules, we have to run between the exercise, a circle of running has already polished our curiosity, heard the whistle outside, the classroom a lot of complaints, but since it can not change the fact, so we are good at finding new things in our eyes to find fun!!
Standing on the playground outside, I found that the fairy like snowflakes were walking in the air. It didn't fall very much. It matched the verdant pines and cypresses. The sky was blue, the pine trees wore scarves, and the playground was white. The students standing upright were wearing colorful green down jackets, which added a lot of spring to the winter. And we, although we don't like running very much, we still conscientiously fulfill the orders given by the Sports Commission. 'Stand at attention! "Easy! 'hellip & hellip; only listen to the PE teacher's orders' run step go! 'we can run with the snow-white spirit.
I wear a pink and white hat, green gloves, try my best to run forward, the spirit floating on my hair, cheek, eyelashes, also fell on my hat, cool, exhaled breath into a snow-white fog, with the spirit drift away.
In that playground, I don't know whether the snow is to live up to us, or we want to live up to the snow. The slogan of that day was very loud, and the snowflakes on that day were also floating very beautiful and light. On that day, our slogans floated far and far. On that day, our enthusiasm seemed to melt the whole winter & hellip; & hellip;
That day, it was really beautiful & hellip; & hellip; That year, that day, that person in my heart 650 words This is the 'potato cake' my mother made for me today. The method is like this: chop the potatoes into mud, add scallion, salt, pepper powder, flour, stir into a paste, and then open fire, pour oil. When the oil is hot, dig a spoon with a spoon, pour it into the pan, spread it into a round cake shape, spread it out on one side, turn over the other side with a shovel, and then the fragrant 'potato cake' will come out of the pot. Then according to their own hobbies with a bowl of their own mixed juice (soy sauce, vinegar, monosodium glutamate, onion, garlic, etc.), you can eat, do you want to eat it? ha-ha.
In fact, my grandmother is also very good at making potato cakes. She once gave me an uncle's stall, and the uncle ate a big pot. The uncle was the one who had no money to cure the disease, so she sold the only pig in the family to him. Therefore, he regarded grandma as his mother-in-law and was very filial to her. Although she was a rude person, she always fought and scolded her But in front of grandma, he did not dare to be presumptuous. Grandma has this ability, so that all people close to her like her, respect him, can not say a word "no", including her mother-in-law.
After she married, grandma was very industrious. Although she was a pair of small feet, she was very quick in her work. She was very liked by her mother-in-law. She washed clothes and cooked, cleaned up the house, fed chickens, pigs and dogs. She was busy every day, but she never said she was tired. There's got to be a line in here. At that time, it was very difficult to get water. I had to go to another small village, tuoshui, more than ten miles away. Grandma, this village was equivalent to being on a very high mountain. It took more than ten circles to get up and down. And the place of camel water was at the foot of a very steep slope. It took half a day for people in ten li eight villages to eat the water there. Sometimes they had to queue up in the middle of the night. After my grandfather joined the army, there was a blind mother-in-law (her mother-in-law has bad eyes) and two children at home. She had no choice but to take the donkey to the mountain road for more than ten miles and go to camel water in the middle of the night. At that time, the snow was heavy in winter, which was also the blessing of people. Every family took furniture, put on clean snow, and waited to eat snow water. However, no matter how difficult it was to eat water, grandma first gave it to her mother-in-law. In her words, "my mother treats me like a daughter-in-law, so I must treat her well.". "Two good for one good" is the saying of grandma. Her mother-in-law is very kind to her. If my grandfather bullies grandma, she will protect her. Every time I say this, I will feel a real warmth, "no mother's child will protect her". I believe this sentence.
Hefei No.64 middle school in Anhui Province: gongfei that day, I met the lamp 450 words, even if the whole world turned around in front of me, leaving everything cold and lonely. I will also with a smile, holding the lamp you lit for me, forward
Silent night, ethereal, no star, no moon, dark clouds cover the sky, north wind howling. Snow and willow, broken grass and dead wood, a bleak picture of winter night, presented in my eyes, performance in my side.
I had a quarrel with my grandmother. In a fit of anger, I ran out of the house and walked in the street. There were several lonely street lamps. The countryside night was full of quiet flavor. I only saw sporadic lights, which dyed the silence black. The night was thick
In the silent night, the intelligent dog barks in the deep lane.
I couldn't see the black of my fingers. I was walking alone. Suddenly I saw a lamp, swinging in the dark. The East shines and the West shines. All of a sudden, the lamp seemed to have eyes and had to come to my side. Fortunately, my eyes were swift and my hand was swift. As soon as I pulled to the wall, I hid behind the wall. The lamp was close to me, and the lamp was close to me. And I have a dark path around me, whether or not I want to go through. Finally, the timidity and cowardice of my childhood defeated me. I didn't.
The light was shining on my face, and I couldn't open my eyes. As soon as the lamp was put down, under the light of human body, I saw a withered old face, a gaunt face, and I was moved. Grandma only said: 'don't run around like this next time. It's very dangerous. Come home with me. I just cooked the food. 'then he took my hand and went home.
Silent night, ethereal, blossoming clouds scattered, became a night of wide moon and sparse stars, the moon with missing high hanging in the sky.
In my opinion, that lamp is a symbol of warmth, the passing of time, the unchangeable is family affection. Miss that lamp, in fact, what I miss is the eternal affection.
I met the lamp that day.
The brightness of a lamp can illuminate the darkness of the whole night I get up early in the morning. The sun is bright and I want to go home. I plan to go home. I can't listen to my class at all. In the evening, the teacher told us that the little teacher was going to leave. I really didn't know how to say it. When it was my turn to talk, tears were in my eyes. I didn't know what to say. I really hope We were singing, chatting and drinking together that night. At that moment, I was very happy, but my heart was singing the song of parting, not willing to be sad.
I hope that day we can still live together, in this period of time with the teacher, really happy, every day to see the teacher's smiling face, the corner of my mouth can not help but rise, that day, that night we often go home to see the end of a happy night, really miss that night, high school career will soon be over, strive to live their own every day, come on Senior three students, go! GO！ That year, that month, that day 650 words In that year, we were about to separate and go to our respective schools. We walked together in the campus, saw their innocent smiling faces, and seemed to remember that we had just entered the campus, entered our class, saw strange faces, and seemed to remember that we had quarreled with each other because of little things. Do you remember, friends? Remember what you gave me? We walked in the campus and looked at the 'secret place' where we were happy and sad, and looked at our smiles and tears. On that day, we left the last picture on the playground. We didn't have to get up on time for class, to be called, to worry about failing the exam. We didn't have to do so many obnoxious things, but we cried. We've been like a family. We've been together for six years. It's my classmates who taught me to help each other. It's you who tease me bitterly when I cry, but gently wipe away my tears. It's you who say that you deserve it when I can't finish my duty, but accompany me until the sun leaves only half a face & hellip; & hellip; That day, we walked out of the campus, holding the records of classmates tightly in our hands, looking at the familiar handwriting, the sincere words, tears and tears wet our eyes, but dare not turn around, because I am afraid to see the faces of our classmates again, what we are more afraid of is that in the future days, such a group of familiar people, a turn around, this life, will never see again.
Six years, witnessed us once together. Study together, play together, fight for class honor together & hellip; & hellip;
We think that the strong heart, after all, still can not bear these scattered cruelty. It's like remembering separation. In our hearts, the thoughts about our old friends, old friends, hometown, old love and stories will never be out of date, never contaminated by smoke and dust, even if the sky is old and the land is barren.
Call a 'classmate', tears no dust heart. How can you tell me your weight in my heart. After graduation day, we may never contact, but for you, I never forget. In my heart, gently ask a: classmate, are you all ok? If one day I look back again, I think that all I can do is to recall that I can't understand the passage of 1400 words one year old. No matter how slow the time goes, you will always feel that the time passes too fast on the day when it comes. The fairy tale books once held in your hands and refused to put them down have long been lost. I don't want to grow up, and the time is in a hurry. I always thought things were too simple. I thought everything could be as I wanted. So I never had to think about anything seriously. I miss the past, but only in my memory. I can't come back. I can't go back;
When I bid farewell to school and entered the society, I made up my mind that if I didn't read the book well, I must do it well. No matter what I met, I would insist on it. Once I came out for more than two years, although I had some achievements, my troubles were more and more, and I met more and more things. Nine times out of ten, I thought everything was OK In order to go down smoothly, but here I am tired. When I am tired, I will recall the past good days, carefree and without any worries. There are parents at home who are in pain. There are teachers and classmates in school. Every time I think of it, I will cry. In fact, I never regret that I didn't study well. I just regret that I was studying at the beginning Why didn't you cherish the days when teachers and classmates were together in school? Why did you sleep there and make trouble there in class? If you don't want to learn, even if you listen, it's a kind of happiness, but when I understand, it's already late