I remember on my eighth birthday, my mother said she would give me some small goldfish as a birthday present, and I danced with joy. So we came to the flower and bird market, where there are many precious flowers and trees and many rare animals. We wandered around and soon came to the stall selling goldfish. We saw many small goldfish swimming around in the pool, which was very cute. Some of them have black spots in white, some are covered with red "armor", some are white in white, and some are covered with black scales, as if they had been dyed ... Groups of colorful goldfish shuttled through the water, forming a natural picture. My mother and I chose four lively and lovely little goldfish and bought a fish tank and a lot of fish food.
Along the way, I walked back carefully, and my mother held the little goldfish like a baby. My mother has been teaching me how to feed goldfish well, and especially told me not to feed more, only to feed 80% full. I gave a perfunctory promise and just wanted to hurry back to feed the little goldfish. As soon as I got home, I cleaned the fish tank and filled it with fresh water. Then I put four little goldfish in the fish tank The little goldfish swam happily at once. I also gave them names: "White", "Lady", "Black Cyclone" and "Red Pearl". I can't tell you how happy I am to see them spitting bubbles and chasing and frolicking in the fish tank.
It's time to eat. Before I could eat by myself, I hurried to feed the goldfish. I grabbed a handful of fish food and threw it into the fish tank. As soon as the four little goldfish saw something to eat, they rushed to eat. Soon, the fish food was robbed. All four goldfish surfaced and looked at me as if to say, "Little master, come again, come again." Looking at their appearance, I completely forgot what my mother told me, "Goldfish don't know how hungry they are, so they can't eat more." I also caught a lot of fish food and threw it in. Little goldfish scrambled to come over and grabbed food with relish.
The next morning, I went to see my little goldfish as soon as I got up. As soon as I got to the goldfish bowl, I saw the goldfish floating motionless on the water, and my stomach turned over. There are some fish food that goldfish have never eaten in the fish tank. I shouted, "Mom, come and see how my goldfish is?" Mom ran over and saw the fish food left in the fish tank. She immediately understood what was going on and said to me, "How much fish food did you feed yesterday? Didn't I tell you to stop feeding? Look, you killed all the little goldfish! " After listening to my mother's words, I cried with a "wow", and tears of remorse rolled down my cheeks. I regret that I shouldn't have forgotten my mother's advice yesterday and fed so much food to the little goldfish that they died alive. At this time, it was already dark, the birds outside the window were quiet, and the flowers and plants on the balcony bowed their heads, as if mourning these four little lives. ......
In recent years, I will never keep goldfish again. Every time I see them, I feel a deep sense of guilt!
2
Under the dim light, I stared at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again made me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness in bitterness is also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outline the hazy memory, but the memory is no longer hazy.
Too much homework "makes it difficult for us" to have fun, and the teacher's seriousness "inhibits" laughter and heavy pressure, and "creates" us in our dreams-growing troubles. Open the heavy book of memories, a little bit of thoughts, perhaps some tireless looking back on the past.
When I first arrived, a fragile me was targeted at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the battlefield of "blood", but I stood up again with the phrase "reading with a light in my sleep and ringing a bell in my dream". In those years, I was lost in the dark. After the research, sometimes I also found a lawn that has not yet withered and yellow, sometimes it is in front of my desk, beside the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last touch of bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as it's a tree, it's enough. When I watch them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone. I will devote myself to my busy study.
As if the fragrance of tea filled the "world", my mood was boiling.
My efforts have overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem like the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but anyone who relaxes at this turning point is "a swamp thousands of miles away, a thorn bush thousands of miles away". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what awaits you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters." Do you really want your troubles to turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul and make you bored and upset?
If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw stuck on the back. These tiny things seem deja vu, and they seem to bother us all the time. In the growing nature, learning, which was once like a breeze, has been attacked by storm-like learning and pressure, blowing away the depths of memory.
My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the room has quietly disappeared. Taste the water of "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the troubles of growing up, "be bored", time "go" and experience "more". After tasting tea again, the "bitterness" seems to disappear with the temperature and the time measured by the mind.
Sometimes, maybe less homework will make learning more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can't breathe. Learning is a must. Otherwise, the 5,000-year cultural history of China will be destroyed in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day. This is a kind of abuse. Little teenagers are seldom bothered and carefree ... "Whenever I hear the children in Grade Three sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...
I really don't want to grow up, how nice it is to be a child, carefree!
3. Growing pains
Little boy, little trouble, carefree, happy ... "Every time I hear a third-grade child sing this song, my heart is always sour." ...
When I was a child, I really wanted to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do a lot of things I want to do, and I don't have to bear the nagging of my mother and the blame of my father.
But when I really grew up, my troubles increased. When I grow up, I go home every day and get confused by a lot of homework. I want to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that it will never be finished. I have been studying hard at school all day, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take study seriously, I actually hate it. I am bored and miserable.
I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I'm annoyed. I was born in a sea of misery. Today, I am in the third grade, facing the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is great. What if I fail the exam? I worry every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm not interested at all! . After school, I dare not play or read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try to twist my pen in my notebook. When the light is on, I ride my bike home. The course is getting heavier and heavier. Whenever I go home to review at night, I read a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? or ...
How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children skipping, I want to be one with them! But playing and remembering my poor homework, I'm not in the mood to play any more. How I want to go back to my childhood, get rid of endless troubles and be a carefree child again.
I want to make a wish.
When I blew out the birthday candle, I wanted to make a wish, but I already blew out the candle, just like a meteor flashed before my eyes, leaving only regret.
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I want to make a wish that I will always remember my friend. Because when I make a new friend, when my memory is occupied by what I wrote, I may forget my friend, and maybe one day we will meet, but we just passed by as if we had never met, even if it was just a smile, it would be considered as having once. When I am lonely, memories can bring me great happiness.
I want to make a wish that my parents will always be young and beautiful. Because they will grow old with age, and I will gradually become independent with age, and finally leave them to create a world that belongs to me, but I don't want them to be lonely, I just hope they can be young forever.
I want to make a wish that all teachers can get rid of occupational diseases. Because teachers have trained us to be the pillars of the motherland and contributed their own strength to the motherland, but teachers' occupational diseases will have some influence. The teachers' hoarse voices and bent backs also hold the students' hearts. May the teachers be healthy forever.
I want to make a wish that I can become a writer. Because I have been passionate about writing since I was a child, I was deeply attracted by it from the first time I came into contact with it, and my love for it is as always. The award of my composition also gave me great confidence and gave me the motivation to work hard in this direction!
I want to make a wish. I hope everyone's wish can come true, so that everyone can have their own good memories and comfort their hearts.
Although I have blown out the candle, I made a wish in my heart. I want to make a wish, and all my wishes can come true!