Life is like a bumpy road, with marshes and flowers. There are failures and successes. And everything that happens around you, like every step of life, is unforgettable, although there is no vigorous and touching plot.
Just entering the gate of middle school, everything you have to face is different, and it is inevitable that you will not be used to it.
I failed the first Chinese exam. When I was holding the test paper in fear and trembling, two bright red and dazzling numbers jumped into my eyes: 63! God, this is the worst result in the exam since I went to school. The shadow of failure is like a rock of fate, which makes me breathless. Seeing others in high spirits, I hate myself for disappointing. When I was in the sixth grade, I often heard people say that girls gradually failed after entering middle school. Has this sentence really come true for me? This was the first turning point in my life, but it left an indelible black spot. I really want to cry, and my heart is in a mess. It seems that there is a little rabbit playing drums in my heart. No matter how to comfort yourself, it won't help. I was scared, afraid that the first thing I saw when I came home was my mother's cold face and that kind of merciless reprimand. I hesitate to tell my parents the truth or pretend as if nothing had happened. Finally, let irresistible vanity prevail. When I got home, I quietly hid the test paper in the closet, trying to completely forget the hateful 63 from my mind. However, instead of making me feel relaxed, the boulder in my heart became heavier and heavier, and my heart became uneasy. It seems to me that vanity and honesty are struggling. Tell me honestly: "paper can't wrap fire, and things will be exposed sooner or later." Instead of letting my parents find out first, let them take the initiative. " And vanity said, "don't listen, it's all nonsense. You'd better think about that cold face!" " "My brain is blank and I don't know who to listen to. Just when I was hesitant, I suddenly remembered what the teacher once said: In the face of difficulties, you should cheer up!
Finally, I told my father everything, and the answer was not reprimanded, but meaningful: "It doesn't matter if you fail, it's important to know how to face it." Difficulties and setbacks have always been with us, and we can't be devastated by yesterday's failure. What is needed in front of them is courage. Only in this way can we face every day of our future life correctly! "Dad's words made me feel suddenly enlightened. I want to cheer up and get rid of the hateful 63!
Yes, failure is only the touchstone to test people. Life has a long way to go. We should face it calmly and never let today's body fall into the quagmire of yesterday. Otherwise, yesterday's sadness will corrode today's mood, yesterday's heaviness will bind today's pace, and yesterday's failure will confuse today's direction!
My family has an old bamboo lounge chair. I don't know when our ancestors left it. The front of the lounge chair is polished very smoothly. The chair frame is senile, and when people sit on it, they will "squeak" and sing nonstop.
For as long as I can remember, the old recliner is grandma's patent. Grandma is old and often has backache. She will lie on the sofa and have a rest. At that time, I was too young to understand. I often compete with my grandmother for the recliner. Grandma always coaxed me: "Let grandma sit down and tell you stories." This story is very attractive to me. I quickly slipped down from the recliner, cleverly helped grandma to the recliner, moved a small stool, and held up my cheeks to help grandma tell stories.
Grandma's story is like a firefly on a summer night. There are countless stories: The Legend of the White Snake, Zhao Wuniang's Going to the Front, Yang Liulang's Words, Three Killings of haing s ngor, Chinese Cabbage ... Every time I fall asleep sweetly in grandma's story, I can always see the characters in grandma's story in my dreams.
The more grandma's stories are told, the bigger and more sensible I am in grandma's stories. But grandma and her old recliner are old. Later, grandma always told a story several times before she finished it. As she spoke, she kept coughing, and the old recliner sang along with it. Whenever this time, I am distressed to say to my grandmother: "Grandma, don't say it, I will tell you." Grandma listened kindly to me repeat her story.
One summer afternoon, grandma fell asleep forever without any pain in my story. Mother said, "it's no use for grandma to leave the old recliner." Cut it for firewood! " "I won't let me. I said, "Save it for grandma. "Every time this time, my mother will secretly wipe tears.
Now I am a junior one student. I read a lot of books. Every day after school, when I get home, I sit on the sofa and tell stories to my neighbors' children: Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Yang Jiajiang ... I think grandma can hear my stories in heaven.
The sun is high in the sky, and the sun shines violently on the earth. I walked alone on a small road, touching the blue bricks next to me, and it was cold and cold. Suddenly, my ear seemed to hear "there are many stories in the small town, full of joy and joy." If you come to a small town ... "The melodious and crisp singing reminds me of my childhood.
When I was a child, I lived in the country with my grandparents. I remember that there was no TV at home at that time, and the lights were not normal. Sometimes. The only electrical appliance in the house is a tape recorder. This tape recorder is great. Besides me, it is grandpa's favorite baby.
Every evening, when the sun sets and sunset appears in the sky, grandpa takes out a cool chair from the room and turns on the tape recorder. Every time at this time, when grandpa was intoxicated with his eyes closed, I climbed up his chubby belly naughty and lay on it, like a warm and comfortable pillow, listening to the beautiful long and beautiful songs from the tape recorder, so intoxicated. Soon, I fell asleep on Grandpa's big pillow, leaving only Grandpa's sigh and music. ...
At that time, it was summer, there were surprisingly many mosquitoes, and the weather was so hot that it smoked. When I sleep at night, I am often awakened by those hateful mosquitoes, which makes me always fidget and often get up and complain. But then I found out, why didn't mosquitoes bite me recently? That's weird. In the next few days, the weather gradually became cold. One day, I accidentally found that grandpa's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was not in good spirits and always yawned. I was surprised, and then I thought that I had slept soundly and safely recently, and suddenly I had the answer. Is it grandpa … so that night, I pretended to be asleep. Soon, there was light footsteps outside, and then a man lay quietly beside me. It must be grandpa. I can't see anything because it is too dark and the light is not turned on. I only feel a little coolness passing me from time to time. Slowly, I also fell asleep. Maybe my grandfather is too tired recently. I woke up the next morning and found grandpa's big cattail leaf fan fell to the ground. I understood everything. Seeing grandpa still taking a nap, I was afraid of waking him up, so I pretended to be asleep again. ...
Thinking about it, I found myself walking to the door unconsciously, but I was still thinking about those past events. I had the idea of going back to the countryside, so at the weekend, I told my mother that I wanted to go back to my grandfather, and she agreed.
The next morning, I took the bus early. When the car is driving on the road to my hometown, why don't I see a road paved with stones, but a wide and flat asphalt avenue? I can't help wondering from my heart, is this the way to the countryside? It must be. I wonder what the country is like now. How are your grandparents? The car runs very fast and my heart is flying. I just hope to see them as soon as possible. I finally got home an hour later. I can't wait to get off the bus and breathe the familiar air. Too fresh! What I saw in front of me was a brand-new brick house, and the old and shabby wooden house was gone. When I arrived at the door, I found that the wall was brand-new and clean. I gently pushed open the door, and a brand-new TV set was placed in the center of the main room. Two familiar figures stared at the TV series inside, and then looked around, and there was an electric fan whirring. I walked over gently and buried my head among them. Suddenly, fascinated, they turned around and saw me. They were very excited and pulled me to their side. They also said, "grandson, do you know what makes us live a good life?" I said, "Of course it's the country!" Grandpa said: "No, there is also the * * * production party and socialism. It is they who make our people live a good life. You must remember that you should study hard to serve the country and make more contributions to the motherland in the future! "
Today, I still walk alone, but this time I didn't touch the brick, but touched a smooth white wall. At this time, I look forward to a bright future.
In my fifth grade primary school career, there were happy things and sad things. Often sad things can touch my heart more than happy things. Among those sad things, one thing is vivid, because only that time I cried.
There was a labor class that afternoon, and everyone brought labor tools, not all kinds of tools. One of them also brought a pole. Because that person is more fun, I played with poles there as soon as I came to school. When you're done, throw the pole behind the classroom. That road is the only way for students to load water. Because it is too hot, I want to drink water. I accidentally stepped on the hook when I took the cup to pour water. That classmate is playing nearby. That classmate thought I didn't step on the hook on the pole and thought it was fun, so he turned the pole.
After several turns, I feel a little pain in my feet. I said, "Put it down!" "Because I think my shoes are a little wet. So I took off my shoes, and there was a lot of bright red blood, and my feet hurt more and more. The students saw it and surrounded me. Because my feet hurt badly and I saw a lot of blood on the ground. I couldn't stop crying at that time. My classmates comforted me when they saw me crying. Some students tied my feet with a red scarf to let the venom flow out, and some students ran to tell the teacher. Seeing my classmates treat me like this, my tears shed even more. Maybe I shed tears for my classmates' concern for me. I really want to say "thank you" to my classmates at that moment.
When the students saw that the teacher had not come yet, they asked me to go downstairs and wait for the teacher. My classmate helped me go downstairs. Usually the sixth floor is very simple, but it is difficult to go downstairs today, because one foot is nailed by a hook and I can only go downstairs with the help of my classmates. Finally, I finished the building far away from me. Seeing a flower bed, I sat on the edge of it. After sitting for a long time, I saw the teacher coming towards me in a hurry. The teacher looked at my feet bleeding, without saying anything, and immediately took me to the clinic on the edge of the school.
You have to go through another overpass to get to the clinic. That overpass is very long, and it is usually very hard to go up and down, which makes the teacher sweat, but there is that kind smile on his face, which makes me feel safe and warm at once. By the time I got to the clinic, my tears had dried up.
When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor looked at my foot first and said that if it was deeper, I would need stitches. The doctor untied the red scarf. Take care of me and lie in bed. The teacher said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's only a moment."
All right. "When my feet are ready, the teacher still tells me" Don't be afraid ".
It is from this little incident that I feel the concern of teachers and classmates. I really want to say "thank you" to them
Few people can connect "once" and "later", two "friends" with a distance between heaven and earth-
"Once" said to "Later": "I have memories that you don't have."
"Later" said to "once": "I have a future that you don't have."
However, my story with him is only once!
Once upon a time, we were bosom friends who told everything. When we are frustrated with each other, we will send a message to each other: I am very sad. We told each other our worries, and the entanglements in our hearts were opened one by one. We encourage each other and grow up in setbacks. Sometimes when I see that I talk a little too intimately, I will be a little jealous and ask me, "Are you talking about your boyfriend?" Or did you find a "new love" and not want me? "I smiled regardless of the image:" Are you jealous? "Then you will take care of me, smile, and you will have a vast sky. Although we all know that we can't fall in love, we just can't help forwarding it when we see which one is good. That kind of joke that doesn't hurt each other is something you and I can afford!
Once, we were inseparable partners. Every weekend, we will go to the mall together, exercise together and do our homework together. Because, we want to leave the best memories. We always like to hold a "golden olympiad" to discuss boring olympiad, but we are happy in the process. I still remember that we almost fell out because of a quarrel, and finally we smiled at each other and got back together.
but ...
What I never expected was that our feelings were shattered by a sentence "I think I should disappear into your world". That night, I was chatting with you, and you were already in a bad mood. It turns out that your speed of returning to me is 100 meters, 33 seconds. I didn't expect 10 to return to me in a few minutes. I asked you what you were doing, and you gave me a bolt from the blue: "Call my sister!" " I petrified in an instant. I remember telling you, I can't stand boys recognizing my sister casually, maybe it's because I'm too small-minded! Admit it and forget it. And you called her ... Frankly speaking, I can't accept it at the moment! I sent him a message without thinking: "I think I should disappear into your world." I thought you would keep me, but unexpectedly, you sent a message-
"Go, go, I never want to see you again."
Suddenly. My tears gushed down, and I couldn't stand it. Maybe my words are too strong. Maybe, I was too impulsive. What I didn't expect was the result! Our relationship ended like this!
In the days that followed, I kept sending you messages, but you didn't reply to me. One day, I had your last message on my message board-I can't come back to my world if I leave. This is my principle. Suddenly the tip of the nose is sour, and the eyes can no longer bear the weight of tears. I let off steam. I know that no matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can do, but my heart is still full of disappointment. I hate to break up like this. But reality tells me that impulse is the devil, and what I say is like spilled water, which can't be collected again, so I can only pray silently.
"Once" said to "Later": "I am a memory that you can never create."
"Later" said to "once": "I am the future you will never get."
Some people, some things can only stay in the past. Just like my story with him, only once.
That summer, at dusk, there was always a young girl passing by the railway. There is a small house next to the railway, and there is always a teenager sitting in front.
The girl waved to him and greeted him in English: "Hi!" The teenager opened his eyes and looked at the girl coming. The girl also looked at him. His face is beautiful, and his long eyelashes are like a folding fan covered with gold powder. The boy was silent for a while and finally said, "Hello." The girl saw the book in her hand, which was an early children's literature. The girl put down the book and gently tugged at the corner of her mouth. The girl smiled and held out her hand. "Make friends."
Then, teenagers wait for dusk every day, and a figure in a white skirt comes gradually. One day, the teenager waited for a long time, but the girl never appeared. The boy was about to be carried into the house when he suddenly saw a white figure on the horizon. The girl ran in a hurry. She said to the boy, "I'm sorry I'm late." The girl said and took out some books, such as The Reader.
"For you." The girl said.
The girl looked at the boy's leg: "Is it hopeless?"
The boy said, "I have seen it many times." The doctor said there was still hope for my left leg. My family tried to convince me, but I ... besides, it may not be cured. " The girl winked: "How do you know there is no hope if you don't try?"? Just try it. Maybe a lucky star will come to you. " The girl held out her hand and her eyes were as bright as the North Star.
The boy hesitated for a long time. Finally, he put his hand up.
After half a year, teenagers can finally walk with crutches.
The teenager came to the railway again, waiting and waiting until it was dark, but the girl never appeared again. The boy sighed and struggled to pick up a leaf from the ground, the story of that summer and the golden memory.