Diary on the way home_ 50 words March 18 Friday Sunny diary 100 words
Today, Huang Haodong and I walked home from school together. Along the way, we sang, danced and recited poems. The gentle wind blew on our faces. We were very happy. I felt that walking was more meaningful than taking a bus.
Grade one of Experimental Primary School in Badong County, Hubei Province_ The content of this page is written by "read. 4" hw.COM.cn ”Push things for you when you were a child
Once I remember
I can't erase it
It's like a dandelion seed
Floating with the wind
Falling in the heart
It's there to take root
Open only belongs to the childhood that bunch of gorgeous flowers
First day of junior high school: 20000628 to contribute, walking on the path home_ It was a winter night. It was completely dark and the road was very quiet. The occasional cry of an owl on a branch, or the "flapping" of a dove's wing, can make people creepy. At noon, my father and I were so angry that we didn't have dinner. His fierce face made me lose interest in this family, so I thought of running away from home and leaving this disgusting home angrily. I don't have a goal in mind where I'm going.
A beam of light from the distance made me alert. I thought of the robberies in novels and TV dramas. After all, I was a minor girl, so I hid behind a tree by the road and watched quietly. An old man was dragging a car slowly, and an old woman in front showed him the way with a flashlight. I went out with confidence, but they were shocked. It turned out that they had sold out baked sweet potatoes in the market town in front of them. The old woman saw that I was the only one. She held my hand tightly and asked about the situation as if I might run away. I answered her question truthfully. She didn't say much. She just took out a hot baked sweet potato from the stove and put it in my hand. I refuse not to. In fact, I'm so hungry that I'm just a pretext that I don't have any money in my pocket.
'eat, little girl. You must be hungry too. This sweet potato is for you. No money! 'said the old man gently. 'Thank you! 'before I finished, I wolfed down. When they saw that I was eating 'Bata Bata' with a greedy look, the old couple began to laugh. As I licked the mashed potatoes on my fingers, I kept thanking them. At this time, the old woman said: 'if you eat one of my sweet potatoes, you will be very grateful. How much food should you eat when your parents have raised you for more than ten years? How can you run away from home for a bad word? 'I was stunned. I looked at the old woman and chewed the simple and powerful words. I felt guilty just now. I had nothing to say but lowered my head.
'go home, little girl. Your parents will be worried. Maybe they are looking for you everywhere. 'the old man comforted me. Let's go together for a while. We'll see you off when we get home. 'the old woman took my hand and went back.
As the night deepened, I helped the old man push the car back, and the cold wind came, which was not so harsh. The owl's occasional cry is no longer so sad, and the dove's' flapping edge 'seems to be using warm wings to shield its children from the cold. I listened to the sound of the wheels, which was interwoven with the whistling of the north wind, as if playing a march home.
'Xiaocui! Xiaocui -- '(not her real name), there was a familiar cry in front of her. I knew it was the cry of mom and dad. Hot tears gushed out of his eyes, and he couldn't help but respond loudly: "I'm here --"
'I'm here --' I respond in unison with the old man and the old woman.
Walking on the way home, I seem to grow up a lot. The deep path of winter night, it left my beautiful memory, left my deep growth footprints!
TianDai, grade one, Chengnan middle school, Dazu County, Chongqing