When I was a child, I used to have a puppy at home, which was very cute, but my mother was so dirty that I wouldn't touch it, but I don't think so: in ancient times, someone once said that a dog is man's best friend, and if it is dirty, wash it! You can always help take a bath! So no matter what my mother says, I just won't listen.
Once my parents were on a business trip for three days, I thought: Hee hee can play with the puppy again at night! Before she left, she told me not to play with dogs, let alone put them on the sofa. I said impatiently, "OK, OK, I see. Don't bother, let's go! " "I was very happy after my parents left and soon began to play with dogs.
That dog is very sensible. When I was tired, he lifted the chair. When he was thirsty, he took it to disposable cups. I like him better because he is so cute! I saw her sitting on the ground and naturally carried her to the sofa. I didn't expect it to pout, fork its feet and raise its head. I guess, huh? What is it doing? This is my first time, so I have to take a closer look! After a while, it still did not move. I have read this book. Who knows, a dark thing appeared on the sofa. I thought it was my long-lost flash drive. I thought: ah! It didn't take much effort to get there, and the homework assigned by the photography teacher also fell behind! But a closer look, I froze. Oh, my God! That ..... that turned out to be a piece of shit! I'm short of breath, but I can't help it, so I have to clean up quickly. I cleaned it up and washed it with hot water. Yeah, much better. Fortunately, today is not Sunday, otherwise my mother will beat me up when she finds out! By the time I got on the sofa, I would have scolded me. This shit scared me to death!
From then on, I listened to my mother at home, and I stopped playing with dogs. Otherwise, you will get into trouble again. This is the secret I told you! Don't tell my mother, or I'll be miserable!
Let me tell you something. Daquan wants to raise but doesn't want to kiss.
Wu Xiuguo, Instructor of Meidanni, Jianghan Oilfield High School, Qianjiang City, Hubei Province
When I was young, I traveled around the world looking for teachers and friends. So they seldom stay in their hometown to serve their parents. When his parents died one after another, Gao's family cried on the side of the road: "I lost three things: I learned less, and after I went to the Wangfu, I lost another;" Noble my ambition, idle my affairs and lose two; If you play favorites with your friends, you will lose three. The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. My son wants to raise, but not stay. The invisible one is near. Please resign from now on. " With that, he died.
I still vaguely remember the shock when I first saw this story. At that time, I always wondered what kind of pain it was to make the sadness in the text still touch the hearts of future generations after thousands of years.
I believe that every ardent heart silently made a grand wish-after returning home dressed in fine clothes, parents who have worked hard for themselves must live in a luxurious house and enjoy delicacies every day. It's a pity that parents always age so fast. Most of them can't wait for their children to succeed. The beautiful vision of childhood has become a dead letter before it can be realized.
A person's life is small and short, with huge claws, snow, mud and drifting at the end of the flat. The impermanence of life always makes people feel at a loss. What some people have, once missed, will leave a lifetime of regret and helplessness.
Don't say that you are busy at work, don't think that calling home every week is a concern for your parents, and don't think that simply supporting your parents is a kind of filial piety. Ziyou went over to ask about filial piety, and Confucius replied, "Today's filial piety can be raised. As for dogs and horses, both can be kept; Disrespect, why not? " This sentence means that many people think that filial piety is to foster parents and support their parents. In fact, dogs and horses should be fed. If you just give food and can't really honor your parents, what's the difference between raising a dog and a horse? Confucius' words are sharp, but ancient morality can still give some enlightenment to today's people-that is, we should have a sincere heart towards our parents.
The elderly need not only material security, but also spiritual care. Don't be impatient because they speak slowly, think more about who is teaching you pronunciation word for word when you are learning a language; Don't be upset because they chew slowly, think more about who patiently fed you when you had no teeth; Don't be bothered by their nagging, think more about how they used to guide you to grow up.
Do more filial piety while your parents are healthy. Maybe it's just a warm coat, maybe it's just a few snacks they like to eat, or maybe it's just a thoughtful greeting. These things are very important to parents. Because both luxury food and simple food are equal in the scale of filial piety.
I just hope that this old saying will no longer be interpreted in our lives.
Teacher, I want to tell you something. The composition is 170. In the third grade, I will go to homework help to ask.
I'll tell you something quietly.
We enjoy sunshine, air and water every day. So we should be grateful, love nature, love life and love everyone around us.
I'll tell you something quietly. I like to race against time, which makes me know more about the preciousness of time. Yan Yu said: an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. There's nothing wrong with that. I will cherish time more in the future. Have you ever done it for the children around me?
Care for the family: the grass needs the care of the sun, the fish needs the care of the sea, the children need the care of their parents, and the students need the true feelings of their teachers ... The blind people on the road, the lost children and the old people in the car all need warm help. Speaking of caring, I opened the floodgate of memory, and immediately many pictures came to my mind: a series of touching things happened between neighbors, elders and parents, strangers, teachers and students.
I think all students should have seen a public service advertisement. A mother washed her son's feet and patiently told him the story of duckling. After washing her son's feet, the mother went to wash her mother's feet and told her that washing her feet with hot water often is good for her health. This warm scene was seen by my son. The very sensible son suddenly thought of something and immediately ran to the bathroom and called for a pot of hot water. When the mother washed her feet and went to her son's room, she found her son missing. At this time, the son is carrying a pot of hot water and walking towards his mother with heavy steps: "Mom washed her feet!" " "Mother was moved to tears, and every tear in this rain of tears is not an ordinary tear; One by one is a sweet pearl that is hard to buy. The mother sat on the bed, and the son sat on the small bench, learning to wash his mother's feet like his own.
How touching and shocking! The son in the advertisement knows love and gratitude at such a young age, and now we are sixth grade students. How many of us have washed our parents' feet and beaten their backs? If so, when did you do it?
So, after listening to my appeal, you can go back and take the initiative to greet your parents, do some housework as much as you can, and let them rest and enjoy for a while-the feeling of warmth, happiness and relief. We should let them know by actions that we have grown up, and they don't have to worry about us anymore, and they don't have to hold skirts through spring, summer, autumn and winter!
My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
Xxx, I want to tell you something. The sixth grade composition is 450 words, 1. You left quietly, just as you came quietly All the movements are perfect and light, but why should I leave a place for you in my heart?
Chen, my best friend, now I want to tell you: I hate you very much! To be honest, I can't tell you why I hate you. Perhaps, I have no reason to hate you, perhaps, I am not even qualified to hate you. This kind of hate, I can't say it, I just feel that I hate you very much and miss you very much. ...
Blame you! I can't concentrate on my studies and I can't stop thinking about you. Think about our pure friendship, think about our sufferings and * * *, think about our hearty laughter ... Everything was so beautiful at that time! But what about now? We are thousands of miles apart, so it's a problem to meet once! My heart is empty, and I can't help secretly thinking about you every time. Every day, I go to school with a smile on my face, so day after day. Here, no matter how many smiles I have, it's just a cover-up of loneliness.
A dusty memory will never be remembered again. About your memory, but the more you forget, the clearer it becomes. I won't forget those happy times we spent. It is better to forget than to forget. These beautiful memories torment my empty mind from time to time. What a poor gray sorrow!
The gloomy weather set off my gloomy mood. I hate you! I hate that you are not with me, you make me depend on you, and you make me suffer! I hate time most, taking my thoughts away cruelly!
Now, you're gone and I'm still here. In that hot summer, the grasshopper sang happily, and I looked for you alone in the green ... In the search, tears soaked my eyes. ...
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Being able to live in this world is a kind of luck. There is silent help everywhere, and there is silent contribution everywhere. If you can reach out and smile, then …
Friend, I want to tell you:
Don't just touch the world with your eyes and ears. In colorful spring, you can't just see colorful flowers, green leaves behind petals and graceful flowers touched by the wind. What you should praise most is the contribution from the depths of the earth. By the way, it is the growth blood that the land contributes to flowers. It can be seen that what is hidden in the flowers is the essence of pregnancy, and no one has ever said "what a beautiful soil."
I always remember a sentence: flowers are smiles given to human beings by the earth.
Friend, I want to tell you:
Don't deny the beauty behind you just by appearances. In the cold and bleak late autumn, you can't just bemoan the fallen leaves, the passing of life and the desolation of those eyes. What you should praise most is the courage to return to the roots. By the way, it is the kind of straightforward and enthusiastic effort. You can see how much contempt and heartbreak you have suffered behind the fall. In order to be reborn in the coming year, you resolutely jumped off the branches, fluttering and lying in the embrace of the earth, letting the wind and rain blow and rot into ashes, and slowly returning the nutrients you asked for from the body of the earth to the earth. Only the earth knows this brave return. Did the gratitude sent back from the underground cause ripples in your heart?
I always remember a sentence: Falling leaves are the return of autumn to nature.
Friend, I want to tell you:
Don't just curl up in the corner and grieve alone. In the deep night sky, you can't just see the stars all over the sky, nor can you just see the rain or shine. What you should welcome most is the surprise of the night. By the way, it was a day full of countless joys. Know that night is like a chivalrous man. When you come out of the narrowness and appreciate it with your heart, he will crush all the fragility and evil between heaven and earth, and then hide behind the blue sky and bless silently.
I always remember a sentence: Night is the endless courage given to human beings by day.
Friend, I want to tell you:
In the ups and downs of life, you can't just cry for setbacks, you can't just cry for loss, and you can't just miss it. What you should embrace most is the selfless dedication of life. By the way, it is that kind of simple happiness. Happiness is not someone's patent, nor a commodity. So anyone can have it and anyone can enjoy it, as long as you really embrace it. Don't envy strong people, they are not without tears, but don't cry when you cry.
I always remember a sentence: happiness is the wealth given by life.
My friend, I want to tell you, ...
But there's so much to say. I only hope that you cherish paying, learn to pay and pay happily!
Teacher, let me tell you something. Teacher, let me tell you something.
Dear teacher, I have kept a secret in my heart for half a year, and I feel embarrassed every time I think about it. Today, I finally got up the courage to tell you this.
This matter is related to the score of the last math unit exam last semester. After every exam, when you mark the papers, you will praise the students who did well in the exam. The other day, I heard you tell the whole class that I got the exam 100, and my heart was full of joy. After receiving the test paper, I couldn't put it down-that "1" was like a thumbs-up saying that I was the best, and two "0s" were like two delicious hamburgers-because my mother said that as long as my score was improved three times in turn, you could buy me two hamburgers, which was exactly three times in a row. "Yes! Yeah! Yeah! " Thinking of this, I couldn't help screaming and touched my deskmate twice with my shoulder. She glanced at me and scolded, "Nerve!" . I was in a good mood, and nothing she said would affect my mood.
Teacher, when you were explaining some common mistakes, I kept humming a cheerful tune in my heart: "Waiting for class to end, waiting for school to end, waiting for playing games as a child …" When you said the last question, I found that my answer was different from my deskmate's, and her answer was the same as the correct one you gave. How did this happen? I quickly picked up my pen and counted it. Ouch! My answer is wrong! I wrote 0 as 6, but you didn't find it when you corrected the paper!
What shall we do? Ignore it and pretend I didn't find it, but how can this be worthy of the score of "100" and the envious eyes of the students? Tell the teacher that the score of "100" has not been warmed up in my hand, and I have no chance to taste those two hamburgers that I have been waiting for for a long time. Moreover, I will be educated for a long time when I take the test paper home for my parents to sign! I hate it when my parents criticize me with grades!
Between honesty and reward, my reason is like a lost wind. I don't know where to go. I sat in the classroom, and my heart was ambivalent for a long time. Finally, I pretended as if nothing had happened, stuffed the test paper into my schoolbag, took it home for my parents to see, and changed two hamburgers.
Although it has been a long time, every time I think about it, my mood is not relaxed. The "1" on that test paper became a needle and stung my heart. Those two "0s" also became two mouths, and kept saying, "The score of Zhang Siyuan 100 is false! Zhang Siyuan's 100 integral is fake! " This voice often rings in my ear, which makes me feel ashamed. I'm determined to say it today.
Teacher, I'm sorry. I knew that I had made a mistake. I should not lose my basic honesty for some prizes. I've always felt bad in my heart, and it's much more comfortable to say it, but teacher, can you forgive me?
Composition: x x x, let me tell you something. Is happiness far away? Nobody told me, so I'm still looking for answers. So, what about tears? That night, I arrived at my door, looked at the faint light inside, and finally left ... My mother and I have always had a bad relationship, and we are prone to conflicts and quarrels all day. That day, she asked me not to go home after I came out, saying that it would be better to be hit by a car. So, when I got home, I just looked and thought about that sentence and didn't have the courage to knock. There was nowhere to go, so I had to spend the night in the Internet cafe. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on my head. It turned out to be the neighbor's brother. He told me to rest first, and he stayed with me. I lie prone on the table, letting tears flow and closing my eyes. The next day, I went to school listlessly. My good friend saw me like that without asking. She knew that my family was ... After the flag-raising ceremony, she helped me prepare to go back to the classroom. As soon as I walked to the stairs of the teaching building, I saw my mother. I took two steps back. My classmate didn't know my mother, so I was scared and asked me what was wrong. I just told her it was my mother. I thought she ran to school and scolded me. However, she just came up to me, gave me living expenses and left ... I don't understand why she and I can only do this, and we can never cross that generation gap. Tears are so helpless that once they fall, they can only evaporate ... diamonds, which people like to use to symbolize eternity. Can tears turn into diamonds? The answer given to me is only waiting. However, I am willing to wait like this. "When tears turn into diamonds, romance grinds into reason. I used to be the woman you loved deeply. You said those words to me, didn't you? When my tears turned into diamonds, I suddenly dreamed that I had sworn that I would not say goodbye to love, because we were desperate that year ... "Next time, I want to argue less in front of her, I think she is happy ... I think in that case, I will have the" eternity "of affection. When tears turn into diamonds. ...
Composition, mom, I want to tell you something quietly. 200 words dear mother:
Hello!
I am writing this letter to tell you an unpleasant thing. Don't blame me for the unfortunate death of your beloved dog Doby. Please let me tell you the story in detail.
Before you go to grandma's house in the country, let me take care of your beloved dog, Doby. Although I have no experience in taking care of Doby before, I will try my best to do as you say this time to reassure you.
I get up early every morning and take Doby out for a walk. Facing the morning sun, I ran ahead, Doby chased after me, and flowers and green grass flashed by me. I feel that the way I walk my dog is "awesome"
Yes, sometimes I run out of breath, but Doby is fine and Doby is very happy. When I go out for a walk at night, I will take Doby with me. When he meets other people's puppies, Doby will also play with them, and sometimes he will "share prosperity" with each other.
"The king turned off the phone. I eat and feed water on time for three meals every day. I checked carefully and found that there was no fire in Doby, and my father praised me.
I went to my classmate's house after school the day before yesterday and came back late for something. When I opened the door, it was amazing. My bedroom is full of scraps of paper. Books, notebooks and pens are everywhere. There are piles of dog shit on the floor under the bed, which fills the room.
It stinks. Look at the snow-white sheets my mother laid for me. Doby drew some huge "maps of the world". At this time, can such a scene be tolerated? I was so angry that my eyes were full of golden flowers and my mind swelled. How can you sleep at night?
Sleep? Go up and arrest Doby, trying to teach him a good lesson. At this time, Doby groggy out of bed, we searched the house for riddles. It took a lot of effort to catch Doby, and it took only three fists and two feet to call Doby's "Want Want" straight, but
Then put Doby on the floor. Unexpectedly, Doby didn't fight so hard, foaming at the mouth and panting.
When my dad came back, I told him I was in trouble, but he didn't say anything when he saw it. A few days have passed, and I have been unhappy, thinking that I can't tell my mother. Dad said to write a letter to mom and explain what happened clearly, and mom will forgive you. Mom, will you forgive me?
Finally, I wish my mother an early return.