Saturday, June 17, XX weather: shower
In the twinkling of an eye, the door of childhood has been slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are bitterness and joy, happiness and vitality & hellip& hellip; But one thing is still fresh in my memory.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests in the evening, my mother took me to the farmers' market, which was crowded, because I had to buy pens. In a hurry, we came to a roadside vegetable stall to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man. At first glance, he knows that he is a weather beaten old farmer.
Mother came forward and asked the price and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller haggled over everything and refused to reduce his money. I impatiently urged my mother nearby. My mother was in a hurry, so she hurriedly said to serve the dishes, paid the money and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found that the key was missing. What should I do? There are still guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother's face showed a disappointed expression. " I must have left it in that stall. Who will give it back to you if you lose something, let alone the fussy old man. You think you're unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and take a chance, so we ran in the direction of the market.
It was evening when we got there, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man was still there, looking around like waiting for someone. My mother and I went up. Grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with his calloused hand. My mother nodded to him knowingly. The three of us laughed happily.
Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say? A sense of guilt arises from it. Wish the old man a safe life!
I was moved by the 61 th anniversary of Longsheng general school in Dengkou County, Bayannur, Inner Mongolia_ What is 450 words? Moving is a bowl of hot soul chicken soup; What is moving? Moving is a cup of hot milk sent by my mother; What is moving? Moving is the witness of tears & hellip& hellip; I was moved by the love of a beggar. That time, our school donated money to the disaster area, set the donation box next to the school gate, and only raised more than 100 yuan in the morning. Students wearing famous brands are even more 'generous', with one hair and five hair coming one after another. The monitor sighed and the team leaders were silent. At this time, the old man begging at the school gate came over. A group leader could no longer restrain himself and vented: "we raised very little money. Do you still come to beg from us? I tell you, there's no way! " Grandpa left sadly. But the group leader kept on saying, 'hum! I'm right. He really came to beg. " After a while, grandpa came back again. This time, he washed his hands and face. He took out a bag from his pocket and opened it carefully. There were some loose change: one yuan, fifty cents and one hair & hellip& hellip; Even a penny that is no longer in circulation! Grandpa said in nonstandard Mandarin, 'I donate money.' The monitor hurried forward and counted the money inside. There were more than 700 yuan, which was his life savings! Everyone blushed, especially the group leader just now, who lowered his head in shame. At this time, everyone felt that Grandpa's back was so straight and his body was so great. Everyone wanted to send grandpa home. Grandpa smiled, waved his hand, turned and left. Tears of excitement twinkled in my eyes. Moving can be an action, a look, or even a word. Because there is moving, there is a beautiful world.
One thing that moved me on the fifth day of Yuanguang primary school in Zhangzhou, Fujian Province_ 450 words there are many things that move me in the world, but I am not moved by a beautiful dress, superior living conditions, money or beautiful appearance. Only that bit of truth moves me. It is clear without any dust; He is kind, without any falsehood; He is pure and not selfish at all & hellip& hellip;
My mother is a middle school Chinese teacher. From her, I don't seem to feel the kindness given by ordinary mothers. In my childhood memory, my mother was often not at home. She went either to meetings or to study. I still remember that night last year, the cold wind and heavy snow. I don't know why. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. I just felt headache and fever, sore legs and extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't help but whisper to my mother. I saw you running to me quickly, asking anxiously and touching my forehead with your hand. " It's hot. " You quickly brought me a thermometer to take my temperature, and quickly put a towel on my forehead to cool down. Five minutes later, I got a high fever. Without saying a word, you held me in your arms, gave me an umbrella and kept comforting me on the way to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection and took medicine. I slept and my fever slowly subsided. When I opened my eyes, I found my mother sitting next to me. The snow on my mother was not dry. I lay in bed and kept moaning. You can't take care of the snow on your body, so you keep comforting me. I was touched. After the injection, you hurried to carry me home. Reluctant to let me walk.
Mom, thank you so much. Mom, I have too much to say in my heart. I'm afraid I can't finish it for three days and three nights. I would like to say: Mom, thank you. One thing that moved me_ 450 words in the twinkling of an eye, the door of childhood has been slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are bitterness and joy, happiness and vitality & hellip& hellip; But one thing is still fresh in my memory.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests in the evening, my mother took me to the farmers' market, which was crowded, because I had to buy pens. In a hurry, we came to a roadside vegetable stall to buy vegetables. The stall owner is an old man. At first glance, he knows that he is a weather beaten old farmer.
Mother came forward and asked the price and began to negotiate with him. But the vegetable seller haggled over everything and refused to reduce his money. I impatiently urged my mother nearby. My mother was in a hurry, so she hurriedly said to serve the dishes, paid the money and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found that the key was missing. What should I do? There are still guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother's face showed a disappointed expression. " I must have left it in that stall. Who will give it back to you if you lose something, let alone the fussy old man. You think you're unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and take a chance, so we ran in the direction of the market.
It was evening when we got there, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man was still there, looking around like waiting for someone. My mother and I went up. Grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with his calloused hand. My mother nodded to him knowingly. The three of us laughed happily.
Looking at the simple old man in front of me, what else can I say? A sense of guilt arises from it. Wish the old man a safe life! Something that moved me_ 450 words this page is pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN". There are many moving things in my life. And the most touching thing for me is a school day.
Once, after I got up, I suddenly found that top heavy. I immediately told my mother that my mother suddenly changed her face and quickly took out the balm to help me apply it. I also began to massage. After a while, my mother picked up her bag, came over and said, 'boy, take your schoolbag and let's go to see a doctor.' With that, my mother took my hand and walked out of the house quickly. When I got to the car, I began to vomit again. Mother stroked my head and comforted me. When I got to the hospital, I couldn't help but vomit. My mother took out a thermometer while holding me. The result was a fever. And it burned to 39 degrees. My mother immediately went to the fever clinic. I also went to the outpatient department with the doctor. The doctor asked me to take an intravenous drip, and my mother took me in at once.
But I fell asleep again.
After the drip, I was still sleeping. My mother gently covered my clothes on me.
When I woke up, I found it was more than 2 a.m. I immediately asked my mother to bring me some water to drink. After drinking, I went to bed again. But my mother stayed with me until morning. When I woke up, it was more than 8 o'clock. I said, 'Mom, I'm going to school.' My mother said, 'today is Saturday.' I just remembered, but my mother said, 'you have to have a good rest today and you can't leave until tomorrow.' Mother told some more stories, which I still remember vividly. At noon, my mother went out and bought some dumplings for me. As I ate, I felt my mother's love.
From this matter, I deeply feel that maternal love is both selfless and great!
Mom, I love you! One thing that moved me_ I wonder if you have heard such a story: Once upon a time, a king made a special highest medal to give to a man who made the greatest contribution. After the news came out, his ministers, generals, well-known domestic scientists, writers and actors all hoped to get this award. But the king gave it to a primary school teacher. Because no matter scientists, doctors or kings have been educated by teachers. Drink water and think of the source. You can't forget your roots! I think you must have found the answer like me now.
I remember once, I was fascinated by drawing cartoon characters and cartoons in those days. I even drew them when Mr. Li was in Chinese class. My every move was clearly seen by Miss Li. Miss Li was very anxious and angry. She seemed very disappointed with me. She said to me seriously, 'you should find that you have been abnormal recently and your grades have decreased. How can you go on like this?' I really don't understand Miss Li's criticism. I think she's too unkind. Later, after the teacher's kind teaching, I corrected my learning attitude and improved my academic performance. I finally understood Miss Li's painstaking efforts. Her concern and sense of responsibility for students won my admiration. This makes me find another characteristic of Mr. Li, who is dedicated to his work, cares about students and every little thing in the class. For example, Miss Li will help us deal with things lost, disputes between students, or difficulties that can not be solved. You are the engineer of human soul. You have the spirit of self sacrifice like a candle and a heart like gold. The chalk has dyed your black hair white and your homework has boiled your eyes red. Your love for us is as deep as the sea and as high as the blue sky. I love you -- teacher!
Zhao Zixi, class 6, year 6, 219 primary school
[how primary school students write a diary] a person selectively and truly records his things, feelings and experiences in daily work, study and life. This is a diary. Keeping a diary can accumulate knowledge, life experience and writing materials; It helps to cultivate the ability of observation, understanding and expression; It is helpful for a person to record his things, feelings and experiences in daily work, study and life selectively and truly