Childhood is a book, recording the growth of bit by bit; childhood is a gourmet bottle, full of the ups and downs of growth; childhood is a colorful fireworks in the sky, showing the happiness and beauty of growth. But the most unforgettable thing for me was the rice transplanting.
I remember it was a sunny Sunday, and my family was busy. When I saw him, I asked my grandfather, 'what are you going to do! 'My grandfather told me to plant rice seedlings. As soon as I listen to it, I feel happy. Transplanting must be very interesting. I'm going to have a try. My grandfather seemed to see through my mind, so he said: 'go, too. There is a shortage of people in the field. 'My family and I took our hat and water and set out for the field. The soles of my feet like the wind, soon to the field.
When I got to the paddy field, I took a look at the paddy field. I saw that the paddy field was filled with water, the mud turned over, and the water turned black. I immediately took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs and started to work. I was holding many seedlings in my hand, bending over and inserting them one by one into the mud. At this time, the sun has risen very high, I just inserted a few lines on the sweat, had to sit on the ridge to rest. Grandfather saw that I was in a mess, and looked at those lines of dense, surrounded by seedlings, it is really sad. My grandfather told me with a smile that he Miao should be planted about two decimeters, neither too close nor too far away. Too close, too dense, not conducive to the growth of seedlings. It's too far away, it seems too sparse, so we should keep a proper distance, not careless. As I reworked, I thought: transplanting rice has such great knowledge! It's not easy for farmers to farm!
It took me half an hour to sort out those lines. I look at my grandfather. They have already inserted more than ten lines, but I have just inserted several lines. Looking at the few lines of seedlings in front of me, I can't help feeling a little discouraged. Grandfather, how can they get in so fast! Don't wait for me. At this time, it was almost noon, and we had finished all the tea we brought. Our throat was still very dry, and it was about to smoke. Our clothes seemed to be soaked in water, and they could wring out water and sweat. I was so tired that I sat on the ridge of the field and didn't want to do it any more. But the seedlings that swayed in the wind seemed to laugh at me. I bit my teeth and started to work again.
My grandfather came to me and said: 'don't be impatient. You're afraid you won't catch up with us. You have just begun to learn, not fast, only good, you plug more, will be skilled, naturally will be fast up, practice makes perfect! With that, my grandfather patted me on the shoulder and went to work again. I think so! Ability comes from hard work. Who isn't? As a result, I worked harder and tried my best.
Finally, I gradually can catch up with my grandfather's speed, which makes me full of confidence and work harder. It was not until noon that we finished planting the seedlings. I was so tired that I couldn't even walk steadily. I looked at the green seedlings dancing with the wind. They seemed to praise me for my greatness! I couldn't help smiling. When I got home, I collapsed on the bed and was overwhelmed by fatigue.
This event will become the most beautiful memory in my mind, it makes me understand the true meaning of 'every grain is hard', and also makes me taste the happiness of my hard work. This in my memory put on a heavy color, so that I can not forget, really, never forget! The happy composition of growth 800 words spin silk to bind oneself, eclosion becomes butterfly to fly. --Inscription
Years are always like the starry sky day and night, one, two, three, counting, how can't count. But just a few of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Maybe my childhood was one of those, I think.
The memory of childhood is like a soap bubble in the sun, floating out of the dazzling gorgeous. Just as a young caterpillar never understands the pain it will face.
Until the day it started spinning.
Maybe after I'm sensible. It is the first silk to win the national first prize in painting in kindergarten, the second silk to win the piano grading test, the third silk to be elected as the team leader & hellip; & hellip; the first prize of Olympic mathematics competition is the thickest and longest silk, and the first prize of programming competition is the most brilliant Silk & hellip; & hellip; Calendar page by page tear down, time second by second fall, in this way, day by day I weave a piece of not belong to me, but imprisoned my net.
Until now, it has formed a beautiful cocoon.
At the moment when I was wrapped tightly by the silk I vomited, I was suddenly terrified. Shouting, struggling, but only annoying quiet lingering in front of me. It's like doing a skin test when I was a child. A thin layer of skin is lifted by a thin needle and injected with painful toxin.
In this way, fear is injected into the body of the little caterpillar.
The life of junior high school makes me suffocate. The smoke without color and smell makes me gasp. I was numb to class, taking notes, occasionally glancing over to see if the 'dozing King' was joking about his grades. On the way to school, I leaned my head back and accidentally bumped into a passer-by who wanted to say 'sorry' but blurted out that it became 'sorry'. I ran away. Black eyes continue to do the topic, the bell has already sounded 12 times, still do not know to stop, warm milk on the table to bring the last bit of warmth to the cold room. I can only think for a short time when I raise my hand and rub my eyes.
I don't want to think that the achievements in the past have created the standard of "good students" as teachers call them, and that "intelligence" and "talent" have become the only shackles that bind me.
Caterpillars should not think of it, their own play spit out of the silk, actually woven out of long-term pain.
But I have no escape, either in the cocoon secretly accumulated strength, patiently waiting for the moment of breaking through the confinement; or, very simply, sleeping forever in this thick and warm cocoon.
I am not a pessimistic person who does not seek progress, so I choose the former.
Do you know what you choose? I asked myself.
Of course, I know that what I choose is the cold and long loneliness, the endless darkness, the heartbreaking pain. But at the same time, what I choose is the beauty of eclosion, the dancing with the wind, and the dazzling forever!
I try to change the content of this page from "read. 4" hw.com.cn ”Push hard for you, keep doing exercises, keep thinking. I began to actively follow the teacher's explanation, and began to see everyone give him or her a warm smile.
Because I know I will succeed. What is this hard work?
There is a small hole in the meticulous cocoon. The moment I have been waiting for is coming! I tried to put my head out and hurt my heart, but I didn't give up. Imagine one day shining, I slowly enjoy the pain and happiness of life.
I'm about to touch the finger of success.
You see, didn't I drill out 0.1 mm again? The happiness of growth is the profound charm of coffee.
The happiness of growth is the pleasant smoothness of jelly.
The happiness of growth is the vast ocean.
The happiness of growth is the vitality of oasis.
Youth comes and goes. The reincarnation of years, in a twinkling of an eye changed to. There are many roles to play in a person's life, children, teenagers, young people, old people & hellip; & hellip; that is a ladder of life, and also represents the growth, learning and seeing through time after time.
Happiness is everyone's desire, but they do not know, in fact, they all have, no happy life is not real life. Happiness is an indispensable catalyst for growth, and only happiness can enrich a person's growth. If a person has no worries but happiness, then I can say that it is not true happiness. Just as there is black, there is white, there is dark, there is light. Happiness and worry are two souls. Only when one soul takes care of the other, can it really rise to the only beauty.
Happiness in growth -- do you miss & hellip; & hellip;
When the 00:00 bell rings, it means that we are one year older. 'Zhang Da, be good. 'the words used to ring in my ears, so familiar and so strange. Yes, now we are not the children who always cry. Growing up, we learned a lot of feelings, family, love, friendship. We know how to make up, to recover, but also learn how to learn to meet, learn tolerance. And this is worthy of our happiness, because of the persistence, the stalemate. In the process of growing up, we have learned a lot of knowledge. There is no end to learning. There is too much knowledge for us to finish, so we have to follow. If we want to know more and learn more, it is also happiness. Knowledge always enriches our life, and only it can bring us unprecedented satisfaction, like the children who get candy. We have our ideals, we have a bright time to hold, we have never been alone.
Growing pains - whether you have them or not.
Everything has its shortcomings, the shortcomings in the growth of trouble. But it is because of this deficiency that the original things become more gorgeous. Growing up means saying goodbye to childhood. Childhood everything, we are so nostalgic, so aftertaste. There are too many memories in our childhood, so happy, so moved. In childhood, there were beautiful dolls, cakes, ice cream, toys, everything we had and wanted to continue. And growth, no doubt, completely obliterates all of these. What we have is only the dream mirrors that we yearn for and the fear when we wake up. Growing up, we have been hurt a lot, but remember one word, thank the people who hurt you, because they taught you some things, understand some things, and these only depend on your own experience.
Everything in the future is like a snowflake between your fingers. If you don't hold it tightly, it will melt and slowly run away from your fingers. So hold on to it and don't let it leave regret. Everything in the past seems to disappear in a moment, but the memory we have never forgotten is enough, isn't it?
Then leave enough memories of the past, and use it to illuminate our growth path. The pace of growth always continues & hellip; & hellip; happy life and healthy growth. As teenagers, happy growth is an indispensable part. A child has a happy life, but also has a good growth experience, although it is a bumpy road, he is also a healthy child. The footprints of growth include the love of parents, the love of family, the care of friendship, and the teaching of teachers. Let's grow up healthily.
At the beginning of school, the school issued a book called healthy growth, which inspired me a lot. In this book, there are various things that happened in my youth, some life philosophy that told us, and some famous aphorisms. Among them, the most impressive one is the second chapter of healthy growth: Sunshine psychology. '
It says that today's teenagers are lucky. Compared with the past, they undoubtedly have a better living environment, learning environment and growing environment.