It is a wonderful feeling to let the true feelings show naturally 1 "hope". For example, Lei Lei is looking forward to wearing a raincoat, and Tiesheng is looking forward to going out to play. The first time I didn't want to drink tea, I had to start from September 30 a few years ago.
That day is September 30th, it can't be wrong, because the next day I will make an appointment with my classmates for a one-day trip to the Science and Technology Museum!
One week before the holiday, I didn't pay much attention to class. I always imagine how the four of us can "make a scene" without our parents before having fun. On that day, it attracted me more and more, and my expectation almost doubled like Dayr's expectation, like a grain of wheat on the chessboard.
On the evening of September 30, I went to bed nervously and excitedly, and rolled in the quilt. The excitement lasted for a week. Finally, I was so hot that I was breathless and dizzy that I couldn't perform my imaginary task. "Anyway, falling asleep is an unconscious moment. I just need to fall asleep for the next day!" I talked to myself under the covers.
Finally fell asleep, this dream is so long. In the dream of Jiangnan, there is probably a pool of blue waves of Lu' an long embankment; But now, no matter how beautiful the scenery in Zhong Ling is, it can't compare with a few hours of one-day tour. In my dream, I was still spinning around anxiously and began to think about what to bring in the future.
Woke up. I sat up in a spirit, and there were still three hours before the scheduled time, but I hurried to prepare. Breakfast is also wolfed down, and after dinner, I collapsed on the sofa and felt sick. I couldn't wait, so I grabbed a book and forced myself to read it, but I couldn't read it clearly. By the time I read this sentence for the seventh time, it was as incomprehensible as cuneiform. My thoughts drifted into the science and technology museum, and my expectations were out of the chart, so I couldn't wait any longer.
Looking forward to the happiness of the one-day tour of the Science and Technology Museum. People often say that hope is the expression of our expectation for the future, but it will always be a condiment in life, so I made it a "staple food".
Let the true feelings show naturally. In the summer of childhood, the sun is shining and cicadas are ringing in my ears, announcing the heat of summer.
Inside, grandpa slowly fanned the cool breeze. The cattail leaf fan in my hand never stops in the hot afternoon and seems to be tireless.
I looked at the horses on the yellowed old calendar and cried excitedly, "Grandpa, how magnificent the horses on this calendar look!" " I want to learn how to draw! "
"Good, good. My lovely granddaughter, come on, grandpa will teach you! " He replied. Grandpa's weather-beaten and calloused hands drew the outline of a horse on the paper, and in a short time, a horse running wildly on the vast grassland was completed. Grandpa's paintings are vigorous and lifelike.
I stared at the painting thoughtfully and silently. Suddenly, he raised his head and said firmly, "Grandpa, grandpa, look, this horse is free, brave and worse." How brave they are on the battlefield! When I grow up, I want to be a promising person, just like a horse, full of charm! "Grandpa broke into a coquetry smile, and his eyes shone like a bright moon, clearly illuminating his crow's feet. He touched my head and said encouragingly, "That will be outstanding! My granddaughter is the best child in the world. " I looked up at grandpa and smiled. Suddenly, I felt a little shy in my heart, but more, it was irresistible warmth and strength. They rushed over in droves and filled my whole heart.
In that innocent childhood, grandpa accompanied me through more than ten seasons. As long as he is around, my heart will always be warm, as if it can really shine like a warm sun. The horse that my grandfather drew for me by himself, whether when I succeeded or when I failed painfully, in my heart forever shone and galloped.
In my memory, the kind smile in the dim light warms me again and again, but what lingers in my heart is the deep love.
Now writing this article, my heart is still warm. I cherish and remember this source of spiritual strength.
Let the true feelings show naturally at the end, she cried, and our friends stopped trying to persuade her not to cry. Now we all choose to stay with her, let her cry heartily and let the true feelings show naturally.
Imagine if we were her, we would want to cry now! After months of hard work, I finally didn't get my favorite place. If I were you, I would be very sad and want to cry! She is a literary and art committee member of our class. She has always led our class to carry out literary and artistic activities in the class, and also led us to participate in literary and artistic activities in the city on behalf of the school. As long as she leads us in every previous activity, our class always gets excellent results. Only this time, she took everyone to practice hard for several months, and finally only got the third place.
This is her shame. A person who is used to being excellent knows his own strength and ability. When she thinks she can win the first prize, in fact, all of us think so. It's not that we don't know, nor are we boasting, but that we all believe that our efforts will be rewarded. However, this time, I believe it failed.
Now, besides her crying in front of us, several emotional classmates also cried. Everyone must have thought about our efforts during this period, how we got up early and practiced hard, and how much we sacrificed for this activity. However, we should try to accept the result of this activity. There is nothing unfair about this activity. We didn't get the first place, but we got the third place, which shows that there must be something worth learning from the first place and the second place. After crying, still have to learn!
Now, let them cry as much as they want! After crying, the true feelings naturally show, and we have a chance to start again. Show it to the world with the pride of our class again.
It was a hot afternoon, and my parents and I went shopping in the street.
Somehow, there were too many people in the street that day, and the roadside was full of rubbish. The paper just thrown out was pulled and danced, and slowly floated in the air.
I saw a dustman waving a broom on the roadside, sweeping the rubbish on the roadside. He was wearing orange overalls, and the sweat as big as a bean kept falling. He looked at the crowded people while sweeping. If someone wants to cross the road, he will stop in a hurry and wait for someone to cross before continuing to sweep.
Because there are many people, he always sweeps, stops and repeats many times. His dark face is always so calm. When I threw the bag aside, I found him standing by, waiting for us to pass by. At that moment, my heartstrings were plucked.
On such a hot day, he is not only conscientious, but also considerate of passers-by, even afraid to sweep the garbage on other people's feet.
"This cleaner is really good!" My face turned red. He is so considerate of me and the children, why don't we share it for him? I turned around again, retreated from the crowd, picked up the paper that had just been thrown on the side of the road, chopped it up and threw it into the trash can at his feet.
I looked up and saw tears and smiles in his eyes, which seemed to be an affirmation to me. Mom and dad across the street also cast a favorable look. My heart is sweeter than honey.
The sun took away the afterglow, the breeze blew away the heat, the trees propped up the shade, and the birds sang cheerful songs. The scene of the cleaner stopping to let pedestrians pass is deeply imprinted on my mind.
This reminds me of a caring word, a subtle action, a sweet smile … can't they all be expressions of concern between people?
Let the true feelings show naturally. From the moment I can remember, there is a smell that has been echoing in my mind and will never be forgotten. That's the taste of fear.
I remember one summer vacation, our family came back from a trip. It was a sunny day and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Just out of the service station, my mother asked my father curiously, what is the black belt on expressway? Dad patiently replied: "This is the trace left by the puncture in expressway!" "
As soon as the voice fell, the left rear tire of our car made a strange noise, and then "bang", I suddenly felt that my center of gravity was leaning back a lot. Dad quickly parked the car in the emergency lane.
When I got off the bus, my father's face turned white in an instant. Dad let us off at once.
As soon as I saw it, there were more than a dozen holes in the accident tire, which was already in a mess. Dad called the rescue phone in a hurry, and the rescuers said it would take half an hour, because we were in the middle of two service stations, both of which were far away from us.
Time passed by, and before the medical staff arrived, our family was anxious like ants on hot bricks. My palms and forehead have been sweating, and I am afraid that my family's life will almost stay at that moment. I'm afraid I can't go home on time. I'm anxious. Mom has been comforting us: "Don't be afraid, we will be fine …" and Dad has been calling for help.
The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and there is no shade on the roadside. We are like dried fish in a pot. Another half hour passed, and the rescue car hasn't come yet. Dad simply rolled up his sleeves and changed the spare tire himself. Watching dad's soybean-sized sweat dripping down. At this moment, I think dad is very skilled in changing tires.
The tire was finally changed, and our hearts finally calmed down. Later, when I arrived at the next service station, I changed the tire immediately. Father said: the safety and health of a family is the most important thing.
This time, it is the one I am most afraid of. This experience also reminds us that we should be fully prepared for everything, and starting in a hurry often brings bad consequences!
Let the true feelings show naturally. In your life, there are many things that make you feel different, such as being happy when playing with your classmates and being angry when quarreling with your classmates. It's interesting to chat with friends. But I was angry because my friend lied to me.
I have a friend. She is a good student, but she is not very good at math. Recently, because she couldn't meet, she used her mobile phone WeChat to chat with me. She has two numbers. I sent her a message in a large size, but she suddenly sent a message in a small size asking if she was there. I thought, are we still chatting? I immediately replied to her tuba and asked why you sent me a message with a trumpet. Did she send it? You're mistaken!
I went back and found it was wrong. She sent it. I thought her hand speed was not that fast, so I gave her a tuba for nothing. Send it to the trumpet. Who are you? She replied that I was her nephew. I didn't know it was her at that time, and I didn't realize it, so I said to her: Little brother, you should return your mobile phone to your sister quickly, or she will call you back. She was speechless and said, I am older than you. I'm a junior, so I can only call her aunt. I said your seniority is too messy, but I'm sorry to tell you, because I don't know. She was so happy, she said, little sister, why are you playing with me? I thought to myself what this man was going to do! I said because we know each other and are classmates. She made a fortune. I thought to myself how strange her nephew is! Ask her later.
She sent another one in tuba. Is it there? I sent a message at that time, and for a moment, I gradually forgot to chat with her on the trumpet. So I chatted with her again. We talked for an hour and a half. It's already 5 o'clock. I went to a restaurant from home and had dinner with my parents. She apologized to me. I was a little surprised. Did you send it? Give it to her. She told me the reason and the story. I was angry, not because of anything else, but because she lied to me. But because she lied to me first, she apologized to me again and we made up.
There are many friends in your life, but it is necessary to meet a real friend.
Let the true feelings show naturally. 7. Open the box of memory. Many things have been washed away by time, but I still remember that clearly.
That year, I was 10 years old, wandering in the city where my parents worked. Out of the elevator, a biting cold wind blew on my face. I came to a crossroads and waited for the traffic lights. I looked around and there were almost no pedestrians in the street. In front of the wall covered with small advertisements, stood an old sanitation worker.
She is wearing a red vest, and the cold wind blows her coat from time to time. She has a bottle of water in her left hand and a small shovel in her right. She is cleaning up the city's "psoriasis"-small advertisements posted indiscriminately. She poured water on the small advertisement first, and then shoveled it off with a shovel. Her movements were very skilled and she quickly cleaned up a small piece. However, she stopped when she removed another piece. She stood there for a while, then picked up the shovel, then put it down, and finally shook her head and left. "Why didn't she remove that little advertisement? Is she lazy? How can she do this! " I have a lot of doubts in my heart. Curiosity kept me from staying where I was. I was about to run over to find out, when a young sanitation worker appeared, she went to the small advertisement. I thought she would clean up that little advertisement. However, like the sanitation worker in front, she was stunned for a while, hesitated to pick up and put down her hand, and finally shook her head and left.
I can't hold on any longer. I ran over to have a look and was shocked. I saw a small advertisement that read: Zhang Moumou, male, 60 years old, suffering from Alzheimer's disease, wore a navy cotton-padded jacket before he disappeared ... It turned out to be a search for you. I am shocked that two sanitation workers are so caring. I admire them. My face is frozen, but my heart is warm.
That winter, those two sanitation workers moved me and made me feel warm in winter.
Let the true feelings naturally reveal tears, light and heavy, heartless and affectionate.
The most unforgettable tears I have ever seen come from my hamster.
He stayed at my house for a month and a half. When I first came to my house, it was very energetic, scratching and crawling, and very cute.
Every day after school, you can see its small body, full of luster, which is better than snow. Half-squinting, as long as you see me, you will slowly open your eyes like you just woke up, and then stagger out of its own nest.
I always open the cage at this time, sometimes it will run out by itself, and sometimes it will climb into my hand. At this time, I will make out with it and touch it. Sometimes it will "reply" me in a very special way-either staring at me with black eyes, running away, standing with its front feet up, or biting me.
Day after day. A month has passed and brought me too much happiness and joy. I gradually forgot that it is a small animal that can't talk. I just regard it as a close friend of mine and never disturb or influence each other.
I came home from school that day and found that it had lost weight and didn't come to pick me up. I'm a little worried, because it can't walk now. It seems to be quadriplegic, and even its black and beautiful eyes can't be opened. I thought it was cold, so I kept it warm, but it didn't move much
Its body cools down day by day and eats nothing. It just lies in my eyes, anxious in my heart, but helpless.
When I came home from school that day, I wanted to see it, but I found it lying motionless in the sawdust pile. I watched quietly. It's dead and cold. I saw a crystal thing.
That thing hangs on its face. It's its tears, because I didn't see the person I wanted to see before I died. I only felt heavy that day.
It took away the worst thing in the world, that is all the sadness, but I failed to make it realize its last wish. Those tears are very heavy. ...
Let the true feelings show naturally. "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain kept falling outside the window. Pedestrians in the street are running in the rain with umbrellas. Cars on the road shuttle through busy streets with wipers. I looked out of the window and began to stay, thinking about the rain that day …
"How could I miss you? When you leave, no one will grab the TV with me. " I'm just saying. My sister is busy packing in the room, and I am helping her fold clothes. I am secretly happy: "No, no one will quarrel with me in the future, and snacks will not be shared equally."
In the afternoon, it is still raining. At lunch, everyone was silent and the room was unusually quiet. "Call me when you get there and take care of yourself." Mother said to her sister. "Don't worry, you also want to take good care of yourself. I will call back often. " Sister responded. Unconsciously, the car to pick up my sister has arrived downstairs; "I have to go. Bye. Call me if you need anything. " Sister said. "Bye-bye ..." I don't know why, but I'm still a little disappointed and always want to cry.
I ran back to my room and closed the door. My tears kept falling like pearls with broken lines. The sky is gray, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops are jumping on the window. I went to bed at night and wanted to talk to someone and look around, but there was no one there. Nobody robbed me of my snacks. I ate them, but I couldn't eat anything delicious. In the living room, mom and dad are watching TV and laughing at the screen in TV, but I can't laugh. ...
Rain, still falling, I looked out of the window, my thoughts drifted into the distance. ...
Let the true feelings show naturally 10 One hot noon, my mother and I went shopping in the street.
Somehow, there were too many people in the street that day, and the roadside was full of garbage. The paper just thrown out was dragged and danced, and slowly floated in the air.
A dustman waved a broom by the roadside and saw him sweeping garbage by the roadside. He was wearing orange overalls, and his sweat kept falling. When cleaning, he looked at the crowded crowd. If someone wants to cross the road, he will stop soon. When someone passes by, he will open his pulse again and continue cleaning.
Because there are many people, he often stops to clean and repeats it many times. His dark face is always so calm. When I threw the bag aside, I found him standing by waiting for us to pass by. At that moment, my heart string was shaken.
On such a hot day, he is not only responsible for his own work, but also afraid of using other people's feet, so he is so considerate to pedestrians. On the other hand.
"This cleaner is really good!" My face turned red. If he misses me so much, why don't we share it with him? I turned around again, walked out of the crowd again, picked up the paper that had just been thrown on the side of the road and stumbled into the trash can at his feet.
I looked up and saw tears in his eyes and smiled. That smile seems to be an affirmation of me. (william shakespeare's Hamlet and Hope) Mom and Dad across the street also praised them. My heart is sweeter than honey.
The sun sets, the breeze blows through the heat, the title of the tree is shaded, and the birds are singing cheerful songs. The cleaner stopped and impressed the sight of pedestrians on my mind.
A word of interest, subtle movements, sweet smile. Can't it be an expression of love between people?
Let the true feelings naturally reveal the composition 1 1 20xx lunar September 15th, a very ordinary day. But when I came home from school, I found that my family's face was heavy and sad without the joy of coming home to see me at ordinary times, because on this day, it was grandpa's funeral.
Not long ago, I still remember that it was a Wednesday afternoon. I was in a good mood and humming along the road after school. As soon as I got home, I knew something that surprised me very much-my grandfather drank the pesticide in extreme anger because he had something on his mind and left. That night, I was very upset and worried about my grandfather ... The next morning, I got a news that I couldn't believe for a long time. This news hit the deepest part of my heart: my grandfather left us after being rescued. My soul seems to have been taken away at once, and my eyes are empty and dull.
For the next few days, I was filled with doubts and sadness. My grandfather lives a harmonious life. Why did he kill himself? His cerebral infarction was completely cured months ago! Why should he take it hard? Because I was in a bad mood these days, whatever I did was out of shape, and I even forgot the date and grandpa's funeral soon. It was not until the fifteenth day of the ninth lunar month that my grandmother reminded me that I had to drive for two hours after school in order not to miss classes.
Grandpa's funeral, in a solemn environment, from time to time came a few sobbing relatives. I knelt in front of grandpa's coffin, but at this moment, I felt very powerful. The pain was unbearable, and tears kept flowing out of my eyes like broken beads. ...
The death of a relative made me immersed in sadness, and I couldn't return to the ordinary and optimistic world for a long time, but my relatives often enlightened and encouraged me, and I slowly walked out of that sad day. I also said to grandpa in my mind: grandpa! I miss you! May there be no sadness and unhappiness in heaven, and may you be happy there! Now that you're out, you should look ahead and not stand still. I hope grandpa can see my efforts in heaven! Grandpa! Please cheer in heaven!
The afternoon when I let my true feelings show naturally 12 is the most unique and unforgettable in my childhood memory.
That afternoon, Wan Li was sunny and the sky was cloudless in Wan Li, which was a rare fine weather. My mother said that she would take me to play in Licun. I was so happy that I walked around the wardrobe and thought, what should I wear? I'm excited to finally go out.
Before I thought about it, I heard my mother say, "Are you ready? Hurry up. " I quickly put on my coat and set off for Licun with my mother. My mother took me to the mall first and passed by the jewelry store. It happened to be the anniversary, and I sent a balloon. I was so happy that I held it carefully. Suddenly, I had a funny idea: throwing balloons. I started playing at once, thinking: Have fun, this time it's really not for nothing.
I don't know when, I have walked in front of my mother, and my mother turned from the previous intersection to another street. I was so happy that I didn't even notice. By the time I realized it, I was lost.
There was a flash of panic in my heart, but I was used to hearing the teacher say that if I got lost, don't be nervous and stay put. I waited in the same place for a long time, but my mother still didn't come back. Can't calm down, more and more nervous and anxious. It suddenly occurred to me: has mom forgotten me? Did mom leave me? ..... More think more afraid, finally can't help crying.
Don't! Mom should be nearby. I went to look for it, and suddenly I had hope in my heart. But reality tells me no, I really should despair-a vast sea of people.
Just then, an uncle saw me, understood my situation, and sent me to the service desk of the nearest shopping mall. After the broadcast, my mother really arrived a few minutes later. At that moment, I had an indescribable taste in my heart. I wanted to cry and laugh. I ran to my mother and hugged her tightly. My mother didn't say anything, just hugged me and patted me on the back.
That afternoon, I came out of the mall. It was getting darker and darker, and the grass and flowers bowed their heads. It's getting dark. It's time to go home.
That afternoon was my most unforgettable and unique memory, which made me want to cry and laugh.
Let the true feelings show naturally 13 Early in the morning, I went to Xianglong Times Square for a class. Soon, I have had two classes. I quickly packed my schoolbag, and then took the subway to another place to have an English class.
Who knows, it suddenly rained heavily. I was in a hurry, because the weather was fine when I went out in the morning, and we didn't bring an umbrella. The English class is about to begin, but it seems that God is against us, and it is raining harder and harder. In desperation, we all retreated to the classroom to hide from the rain.
After a while, it rained a little less, and time waited for no one. We rushed into the subway station in the rain and walked to the entrance. I felt in my pocket. Oh, no, the bus card is gone. I'm red in the face with anxiety. The students also stopped: "What's the matter?" I asked my classmates to go first without waiting for me. For a moment, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. "Why am I so unlucky today!" "
I don't think I can go to English class. What should I do with what I left behind? Mom will definitely blame me for not putting the bus card away. Just when I was in a hurry, my classmates didn't go first, but followed me to find the bus card. At this time, I was very moved.
We went back to the classroom to look for it, but found nothing, in vain. Now, I am more anxious. I hurried to ask the teacher, but I didn't see it.
Just when I was desperate, a strange classmate gave me two yuan to take the subway quickly. At this time, I can't express my gratitude to him in words
When I was on the subway, my mother called me. I told my mother what happened. I thought my mother would blame me for being careless and almost missed my English class. Who knows, my mother didn't criticize me, but said with concern, "Don't worry, go to English class well and remember the classmate who helped you. Next time, you will definitely pay him back."
The small accident of the bus card made me feel a different kind of warmth.
Let the true feelings show naturally. You might say, "Oh, you're writing music again. Is music that easy to write? " But I firmly tell you that music is the only thing I can't get tired of writing.
Open the song list and turn to the bottom. This song "The Bottom of the Wardrobe" is the protagonist of this article.
Let's start playing The faint jingle sounds like a mother gently shaking a bell and gently urging her child to get up.
The prelude is over. Suddenly a woman hummed, with a hoarse, five-string love story. It is full of strong western customs, as if the mother who came to a foreign land teased her daughter who lives alone, and the interaction between mother and daughter is full of affection.
My daughter grew up and became a lovely child with fleshy feet. She jumped briskly under the tree. The hum is getting softer and softer-it is the mother's love and care for her. I seem to be introduced into it, feeling the harmonious sunshine, watching my daughter's agile and lively dance and rejoicing for her with my mother.
The gentle humming suddenly becomes sharp and sad, piercing the listener's heart again and again, making everyone suffer together.
What makes a mother so desperate and sad? A door appeared in front of me. I was impatient for a long time and immediately pushed it open.
Behind us are warm sunshine and dancing mother and daughter, but the front is no longer comfortable. Mother wore a black veil, and her swollen eyes could not shed a tear. The daughter who was in full bloom in those days is now held in a cold and simple coffin, and there is no chance to run in the sun again.
Why do you want to do this to the helpless mother and daughter? Why let a fresh life leave? Anger is brewing and emptiness is accumulating.
The hum has changed again. There is no joy and happiness, no sharp sadness, only a strange and empty voice echoing, and it is over.
The feeling of weightlessness appeared, followed by pain-I rolled off the bed.
Let the true feelings show naturally. The long river of memory is like a five-flavor bottle, which contains sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. That time, I knocked over the bottle and tasted bitter.
I have a good friend who plays with me every day and sometimes goes to his house to play. On this day, I will visit his home. When we arrived at his house, we didn't play for long. Just as we were having fun, I suddenly turned around and saw my mother. I found my mother chatting with my classmate's mother. Her classmate's mother put a round "Ф" to her mouth, but before long, they entered a room and closed the door.
I felt very strange, so I pretended to go to the toilet and took the opportunity to go to the door quietly. I put my ear to the door to eavesdrop. I heard my mother say, "He was admitted to that school. Are you going there to study? " "No," said the aunt. Hearing this, I am both excited and sad. The reason why I am excited is that the school I want to enter can finally enter. However, I feel sad that my good friend can't read along.
I held back the pain in my heart and went to find a friend. At this time, my heart was ambivalent: should I tell him or keep it from him? Finally, I couldn't help telling him. I saw him stay for a while, and his voice trembled and said to me, "Congratulations, you have been admitted to that school! I wish you study hard there and get good grades ... "After listening to his words, I can't help but feel terrible. Before going home, he sent me some small notes to open when I got home.
When I got home, I carefully opened the little note he gave me. I found all the words written above were encouraging, told me to study hard, and then don't let him surpass me. Tell me not to give up easily when encountering difficulties, and to believe in myself and not to back down when encountering difficulties.
Thank you! Friend! I will definitely live up to your's expectations, and I will definitely continue to work hard.