Six my fairy tales_ Strawberry school (6) strawberry was trained_ 550 words
In the morning, strawberry said to her parents, 'I want to bring an extracurricular book, okay?' Mom and dad said decisively at almost the same time: 'no.' Strawberries sit there like a vented ball. After breakfast, strawberry quietly took an extra-curricular book and put it into her schoolbag, and then pretended to be as if nothing had happened. She thought she would slip away smoothly, but she didn't expect that it had just begun.
In the evening, before mom and dad got off work, strawberry quietly put the extracurricular books back where they were, but she didn't expect to be seen by grandma passing by. When mom and dad came back, grandma strawberry made it clear. Mom and Dad were going to explode when they learned that, but the anger disappeared in a moment. They decided to ask. Dad first asked, 'strawberry, come here.' Strawberry came to his father, and his father asked, 'strawberry, you're getting bolder and bolder. Your mother and I told you not to bring extra-curricular books. What's wrong with you?'
Strawberry was so frightened that she couldn't speak for a moment, but when she saw that her father was never so serious, she giggled, and then her father laughed with her. Finally, my father decisively ordered: 'I'll confiscate all the books. I'll take the extra-curricular books to school next time. I won't give them to you.' Strawberry ran to her mother's arms and cried, 'I want that book, I want that book.' My mother said painfully, 'let my father give it to you on Friday, but I have to behave better these days. I'm not allowed to bring extra-curricular books to school in the future. Do you know I'm wrong?' Strawberry cried and said, 'I know I'm wrong.' Under the comfort of her mother, strawberry stopped crying, but she still wondered when she could see the book.
Mother's words: the strawberry prototype in the 'my fairy tale - Strawberry school' written by the child is herself. Ruirui was criticized by her father last night because she brought an extra-curricular book. Now the child knows that she is wrong. Although she cries very sad, she also knows why her parents don't let her take the book, Promise never to bring extra-curricular books to school again. I was beaten today_ Today, my mother promised me to bring a slingshot when she picked me up. But she didn't keep her word. She not only didn't bring it, but also sued Mr. Guo, but the teacher was not allowed to bring toys to school.
I thought: she is really a bad mother. If I don't teach her a lesson, she won't change. When I thought of this, I stared at her and asked her angrily: 'why did you promise me to take it but didn't do it? Instead, I told the teacher that I had to give it back to me& R the content of this page is pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN" for you; I said, took out her pocket and hit my mother. At this time, there were many parents at the school gate. Maybe my mother felt ashamed, so she pinched me and kicked me. Later, I thought about it. It was very embarrassing, so I didn't cry.
I think it's my mother's fault today. She has a long nose.
I was criticized at the Youth Street Primary School in Yuanping City, Shanxi Province_ The weather in the middle of winter is cold and dark, just like my mood at the moment. I don't know when the heavy snow in the sky fell on the ground with a rustle, as if something was broken in my heart.
The teacher's words are like needles, one by one in my heart, and my heart is about to bleed. I'm angry, I have no choice! I finished the composition assigned by the teacher, but I just didn't bring it with me. Why doesn't the teacher believe me? Why criticize me with such poisonous words? Moreover, those words were recorded by the tape recorder, turned to the maximum volume and put in my heart again and again.
Step out of the house and go to the suburbs to relax.
As I walked, I remembered the morning.
Yesterday, I didn't finish the composition assigned by the teacher until almost ten o'clock. I got up very late the next morning, so I hurried to school without even having breakfast. I rushed to school with my red neck and panting. Before my ass could sit firmly on the stool, the class representative came to collect my homework. I handed in a book in a hurry.
After class, the teacher said to me, 'dangyijiao, come to the office with me.'
The teacher took out my homework book, stared and asked me, 'is this your composition?' That look was full of doubt and anger. I blushed and hesitated: 'teacher, I & hellip& hellip; I lost Ben. " I went back to the classroom and looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find the composition book. What should I do? I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. No way, I went to the office again. My face reddened and my words became more incoherent: 'old & hellip;.. Teacher, I & hellip& hellip; I didn't bring it. " The teacher rolled his eyes, squinted and looked at me with a contemptuous look: 'I have taught books for so many years, not for nothing. I don't know the tricks of you students? If I didn't do my homework, I said I didn't bring it. Even the kindergarten children know the trick. Can you deceive me? To tell you the truth, didn't you write it? " Teacher, I & hellip& hellip; I really have to write. " I almost cried and said in a choking voice. " Oh! Not only don't do your homework, but also don't tell the truth. A careless and dishonest student like you still has such good grades? Oh, how ridiculous! " Then the teacher looked at me with her contemptuous eyes.
My mood at this time is neither anger nor sadness. It is a feeling that I can't even say. It is a mixture of many emotions. Among them, there are anger, sadness, helplessness and distress, and more is the incomprehension of teachers & hellip& hellip; Back in the classroom, I was surprised that I didn't cry. I touched my face and it was wet; Taste it with your mouth. It's salty. Is that sweat? No, that's tears.
Snowflakes continue to float, but they seem smaller. But my heavy heart, but not at all relaxed. Because today, I was criticized. I was scolded_ 100 words this is to start from the summer vacation.
On the first day of the holiday, I entered the Internet world and entered the Internet bar every day until the last few days.
Finally, an unfortunate day finally came.
That time, when I was addicted to dream games, I just felt that someone was pulling me. As soon as I looked back, I saw my mother looking at my face with those big eyes. I immediately blushed and lowered my head.
Back home, my mother patiently taught me. But although it is to educate me, I don't know why, I think it's worse than training me.
I will never enter the Internet bar again. First "beaten"_ 400 words' beaten 'for the first time
From kindergarten to now, I have countless first times. The first speech, the first cooking, the first washing, the first playing badminton & hellip& hellip; But what impressed me most was that I was' beaten 'for the first time.
I remember it was a summer. It was sunny, sunny, the weather was good, and I was in a good mood.
With the sound of the class bell, we entered the classroom together, and the teacher followed us into the classroom. That class was about 'mathematics wide angle'. I didn't learn it well because I didn't think well in that class, so I couldn't do it at all in the final practice. I went to the teacher with fear. As expected, I was in a mess. The teacher 'slapped' me on the head. At that time, I really wanted to cry. Tears swirled in my eyes. I insisted hard and didn't let it fall. At that time, it seemed that there lived a devil and an angel in my heart. One told me: 'the teacher looks at you for your good, cares about you and is angry'. One told me: 'the teacher is the devil. I hate it most. If I write wrong, I will' fan 'you. At this time, I was also in contradiction. Finally, I was conquered by the devil and thought that the teacher was very annoying and as terrible as the devil. But the teacher's action completely changed my mind. The teacher told me the reason for slapping me and told me the math wide angle alone. At that time, I was no longer harboring hatred, but gratitude.
That was the first and last time I was' beaten '. Since then, I have formed the good habit of not thinking in class. I just want to say to Mr. Yang, 'I can't live without your cultivation today. Thank you.' I can't forget being beaten_ There are many things I can't forget in my 800 word life, including happy smiles, pride and pranks. What I can't forget most is that I was beaten by my mother.
When I was in grade one, I was very playful. Once after school at noon, I heard a classmate say that her family had many toys: transformers, fishing toys and my ideal electronic piano. I couldn't help feeling happy and hurriedly said to my classmates, 'I'll go, I'll go, I'll go to your house to play, okay?' The classmate asked me with concern, 'did you tell your mother? It is said that your mother is a teacher. She is very good. You will be beaten if you come home late. " I thought, yes, my mother is very strict with me. Last time, just because I said some dirty words, she slapped me like hail. My face was blue and purple, just like the big flower face in Beijing opera. Another thought, my mother is my only child. Usually my father is not at home, she loves me most. I'll buy whatever I want, just like a mouse can't live without rice. So I stammered, 'I & hellip& hellip; I & hellip& hellip; Say & hellip to mom& hellip; After 'I went back to her house humming with my classmates.
After school, my mother looked left and right and couldn't see my shadow, so she went home and waited for me. Ten minutes later, I didn't go back; Half an hour later, there was no shadow of me. The mother was so worried that she couldn't care about cooking and eating. She called relatives and friends. Even her father in Zhengzhou was shocked. But an hour later, there was no news from me, and my always calm mother became restless. She ran a few laps around the campus and went back and forth around the neighborhood. She asked and inquired when she saw people. I didn't know all this. I still ate with relish at my classmates' home. At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, my classmates and I walked happily to the school. Suddenly I saw many people standing at the school gate. When I walked in, it turned out to be my mother. I saw my mother with a sad face, as if she was much older all at once. At this time, I remembered that I had forgotten to say hello to my mother. When she saw me, she burst into tears. I was so frightened that I didn't know what to do and hid behind my classmates. Suddenly, my mother pulled me up, regardless of three, seven and twenty-one, and crackled. Even the headmaster pulled her, she didn't let go. I know my mother is really angry this time. I haven't seen her so angry yet. I held my head in my hands and cried out in pain, 'Mom, don't hit me. I know I'm wrong. It hurts a lot & hellip& hellip;' Looking at my painful tears, my mother finally stopped her hand, but she lost her voice and began to suffer. Yes, this cry contains my mother's love for me! It's not easy for my mother to pull me up alone since I was a child. She takes good care of me and strictly demands me for fear that I might make a mistake.
I held back the pain, wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth, went to my mother and said, 'Mom, I won't dare again in the future. I must listen to you.' my mother held me in her arms: 'ANN, do you know how anxious my mother is when she can't find you& hellip;& hellip;'
This was the most painful time I was beaten by my mother, and it was also the saddest time I cried, because through that beating, I understood my mother's love for me more. except