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Out of the campus

Out of the campus

Today is Saturday, Saturday is my day of careful strategy, because today I want to travel, to my hometown, a round trip about 60 kilometers. I'm riding my favorite bike. I didn't sleep on Friday night because I was afraid it would rain and I couldn't go the next day. I turn off the light, toss and turn on the bed, get up and look at the watch 10:50, after a while, my most worried thing finally happened. At first, the rain drops gently hit the ground, growing bigger and bigger, and finally, like beating gongs and drums, it didn't let me sleep well. The next day, it seemed that I lost my soul, but I loved cycling most. As soon as I thought of today's events, I was immediately refreshed.

I had two rougamo in the morning. I'll start when my parents leave. I opened the door to the courtyard to check the rain, the rain is not big, continuous drizzle. They go to work. I put on my clothes and headphones. When I was about to leave, I thought it would rain heavily. Then I took my raincoat and put it in my schoolbag. I pushed out my precious bike, locked the door, and set off. After walking four or five kilometers, it rained more and more. Raindrops wet my clothes, and the piercing wind brushed my face. In the end, I persisted and took a turn. I was putting on my poncho. Then move on, it's hard to ride on the road, and it's windy. I'm so tired that I smoke in my throat. I stopped several times during the ride. He persisted in the hard work and finally arrived at the township. I'll go to the car store and put something in my car. Finally, I remembered that I had to buy meat for my grandmother, and I went to longdani to buy baozi meat. I set out again. I was angry on my grandmother's road. I didn't want to ride it many times, but I insisted on it because it was my own choice and I didn't blame others.

After a long journey, I finally arrived at my grandfather's home. Finally, I summed up a truth: daily travel, not afraid of thousands of miles; often do, not afraid of thousands of things. Out of the campus 600 word cicada kept calling out of the window, the sun scorching the earth. The same weather, but that day happened a thing that I will never forget.

On the day of summer vacation, my mother and I went to Shanghai to play. Pass by an overpass. People come and go on the overpass, vehicles shuttle under the overpass, in this wonderful movement, I heard a very discordant voice, hoarse, desolate, that is & hellip; & hellip;

Along the way, I saw an old man in his sixties sitting on the ground on one side of the overpass. Close your eyes, you are playing erhu's famous song Er Quan Ying Yue. He seemed to be immersed in the paradise of music, but after careful observation, he felt something was wrong. In front of him was an open iron box with several coins lying in disorder. It turned out to be a beggar.

People come and go on the overpass, but no one is willing to stop to listen to erhu music, no one is willing to lend a helping hand to help him, erhu voice constantly choking, as if to tell something & hellip; & hellip;

At this time, a six-year-old girl took her mother's hand and listened to him quietly in front of the old man.

'mom, give the old man some money! 'she cried, shaking the woman's hand. Her mother glared at her and said: 'what are you pretending to be kind? How many do you think are in this box? '

'why should we be like others? The old man looks really miserable. "Don't talk nonsense until you've seen the world. Do you know how many beggars are real now? 'the girl only got another stare from her mother. But at that moment, I saw a slight change in the beggar's face, which was like a kind of grievance and helplessness.

The woman took the girl's hand and was about to leave. But the girl struggled to get rid of her mother's hand and felt it in her pocket for a long time. Finally, she took out a commemorative medallion and put it into the iron box. She said to the old man: 'grandfather, this is all I have. 'at this time, the beggar raised his head, still closed his eyes,' looking 'at the little girl. I caught a grateful look and a few crystal tears from his eyes. Then I realized that he was blind.

The overpass is lively again, and the erhu sounds. The only thing that increases is the pure and kind heart left by the little girl.

That day, I had no intention to go shopping, and my mind had been fixed on the scene on the overpass, the little girl's back when she left & hellip; & hellip;

Although I was not in school that day, I also had a lesson that benefited a lot. Out of the campus, dusk has enveloped the city.

It's time to go home!

Holding the test paper which was wet with sweat, I walked to the school door step by step, and my heart was like a overturned Wuwei bottle - it was really not delicious!

Home, the table has already been filled with hot food, mother's busy figure is still shaking in the kitchen. I put down my schoolbag, as if afraid that my mother would mention the examination paper. In a hurry, she climbed up two mouthfuls of rice and ran into the room. Her mother was very surprised and asked: 'what's wrong with her daughter? I cooked your favorite steamed carp, sweet and sour ribs & hellip; & hellip; I also put some more tomato sauce, you don't like it most, and & hellip; & hellip; 'OK, OK, go out! I'm going to do my homework. Don't disturb me. 'I said impatiently as I pushed my mother and locked the door.

The night outside the window is getting thicker and thicker. In the distance, there seems to be the noise of the crowd and the frolic of children, but I know that those do not belong to me.

My mother seems to be whispering with my father, so I must be talking about it. They are worried about me again. Looking up at the sky, thinking: how will my life be spent without them? How can I persist without their care? In fact, without them, I am nothing. Thinking of this, I started to write because I know that only learning can repay and make up for it.

When I woke up from my dream the next day, a goose yellow note was lying on the table. It was my mother's handwriting.

Daughter: I know your hard work and your loss. But please don't take it to heart, take it out and talk to me like a friend! I don't blame you because I know you're trying. And I know you're under a lot of pressure. To understand, I do not want you to become the dragon in the people, the moon in the stars, just hope you can live a happy and healthy life and find happiness in your study.

Remember that there are stewed chicken soup and hot food on the table, remember to eat, have strong physique can have the ability to resist pressure Oh!

Mom cheers for you.

mom

Tears did not fall for any reason, and finally like rain drops on the paper, blurred the handwriting!

I think the warmth in the ordinary is like a cup of mellow coffee, which is unforgettable. The love from my mother is like a warm spring breeze, which warms my heart and makes my family come into my heart and never dissipate. You are my parents outside school. This life is enough.

Shiyan public school third year: Lin Meiling out of the campus 600 words, I am growing up day by day, people's dilemma has gradually increased up, perhaps this is a mature performance of it. Either give up or continue. Is there no middle road between these two extremes? I'm looking for a choice on my way out of campus. I think when I really have the right choice, I will be really mature. On campus, we are always children. In the eyes of teachers and parents who are pushed by "sihai.com", we will never grow up & hellip; & hellip; the campus is like our paradise, it contains our ups and downs, let us always be naive, naive is beautiful, but mature is more valuable, should I choose naive? Or mature? I can't cut it off. Maybe Gardenia will give me an answer next spring. Sometimes, when I think about it carefully, when I grow up, I will be mature, that is, grown-up. I don't need adults to care about anything. I can be free, but then even my freedom will be limited. It's better to cherish my beautiful childhood, with lovely faces blooming in the school and laughter echoing over the campus for a long time. It's a kind of naive maturity, suddenly, a kind of beautiful and inexplicable emotion. Especially, it's better to be a child! Going out of the campus is a feeling of beauty, feeling the infinite bright sunshine. One day, we will go out of the campus and create our own world. But at that time, will we miss our classmates and the vigorous junior high school life? Will the words "all the world will come to an end" flash across our heads and add a bit of heaviness to our original sad mood. All these memories make people happy and painful. What's happy is that we have accumulated heavy emotions in our hearts. After all, what once had pain is the flight of time, which makes it too late for us to collect more joy. It is said that life lies in density rather than length, so we should be content! Because we used to enjoy the innocence together. If we didn't have the innocence of that year, how could we have the maturity in the future? Naivety paves the way for maturity, while entering and leaving campus is a process between them. When we walk out of the campus, we lack the care of teachers and the company of students. Maybe we can see the road in front of us is full of thorns. If the mountain can reach the peak in one day, it can't be called the mountain. If the sea can dry up in one day, it can't be called the sea. As long as we step by step, adhere to the end, I believe that our maturity on the road of life will be a perfect sigh for the innocence we once had! I think, when we walk out of the campus, we will be mature & hellip; & hellip; when we walk out of the school gate, the 600 word class bell rings. When I am about to walk out of the school gate, I feel different from before.

In the past, I always hope to get out of school quickly, because I will be free when I get out of school, which is very happy. But now, I can't help but stop, with ten million points in my heart. Just because I graduated. This is the end of six years of primary school life. This is probably the last time I step out of school, and I can't help thinking a lot & hellip; & hellip;

I still remember how excited I was when I first stepped into this new school. Our strong curiosity guided us to visit every corner of the school excitedly. Beautiful flower garden, standardized playground, advanced computer room, spacious Electronic Classroom & hellip; & hellip; are all deeply imprinted in our minds. In the days that followed, the students gradually became familiar with each other. The flower of friendship bloomed in the sun, which was brilliant and beautiful. We helped each other, United and friendly, and fought for many honors for the class. The hard work in the sports meeting, the wonderful performance in the Art Festival and the sense of cooperation in the painting competition all tell you with pride: we are the best! Today, however, our collective has been dissolved, and all this can only become a memory forever. But I believe that memory will be eternal and beautiful.

In this school, I have learned a lot. I would like to thank every teacher who worked hard to cultivate us, especially the counselor of the brigade, Mr. Deng. I have been a very timid girl since I was a child. When a teacher asks questions, he will blush and be afraid to see a mouse. But I've changed since I became captain