In everyone's life experience, there must be a lot of lingering memories. Today, I'm going to talk to you about the one thing I can't forget!
I remember when I was seven years old, I just learned to ride a bicycle, and one day I went out alone with my car.
I was riding my bike alone on a path along the river. I was double-minded, swishing milk with my left hand and controlling the direction of the bike with my right hand. Suddenly, the bike hit a rock, my hand shook, and the bike veered toward the river as if it was against me. I was riding in a hurry, and the bike slid to the bottom of the river uncontrollably. I threw the milk carton in shock. I threw the milk carton in surprise, but because of this force and the inertia of the bike, the bike slid even more rapidly. I immediately two-pronged approach, throw down both feet on the ground, on the other hand, to make two tigers pull on the brakes, hoping to slow down the speed, but I have long been scared out of my wits, can not make the strength, even the brakes seem to be out of order as if the same old thing, did not slow down at all. Just hear "flop", I even people with the car into the river, but fortunately God helped me a hand, in the river 3 inches from the surface of the water covered with reeds, and heard "gurgle gurgle" a series of bubbling sound, my head dipped into the river, the water is still straight up my My head was submerged in the river, and the water was still bubbling with the carbon dioxide I had exhaled. Suddenly, my head poked out of the water again, because the reed pole had bounced my head out. At last, the danger is solved, I will try to climb to the shore, but just grabbed a small grass, the poor grass is actually uprooted, and repeatedly tried several times, I still can not get out of the way, it desperately shouted "help".
Time in the passing, but I never saw a shadow, I suddenly felt cold and fear ...... and a few minutes flowed past, the neighbor Li Dabo is like the Guanyin bodhisattva who rescues the suffering of the people in front of me, he first stretched out his hand over the soaking wet pants I pulled to the shore, and then with a strong and powerful bamboo pole! The bicycle was salvaged. I stood aside and couldn't help but mutter, "There are still many good people in the world."
How was my experience exciting? To this day, I still remember the scene vividly.
One thing I can't forget
It was quiet in the wee hours of the morning, but summer had come and gone, and after all, there was some kind of disturbance.
Just then the mosquitoes came together.
They started by giving me a preventive shot first, which worked immediately and a thick bag was born. They swarmed up and attacked, zapped me left one, right one. I adults do not count the small man, not with them in general. I put the blanket over my head, who knows, mosquitoes do not dare to stop, flying to the quilt "weng weng weng ......". This is really a group of annoying mosquitoes.
They make me angry, the tiger does not give strength, when I am a sick cat ah. I immediately ran to mom's room "knock knock." Mom immediately came out, with me to the room, told me to lie down, help me cover the quilt, said: "mosquitoes, mom to help you fight." I closed my eyes and heard my mom say, "It's so dark!" I really can not bear to see you so hard.
Mom took out the brighter table lamp, the table lamp divided into two sides of the bulb, and the light is not good to lead. Mom pressed the left side of the light, the left side of the light, the right side of the light did not light. Mom pressed the right lamp again, the right lamp lit up, and the left one dimmed again. Mom then pressed the lights on both sides, and both sides lit up again. Mom went back to playing the beautiful music.
In this way, my mother accompanied me in the early morning, a mother's love in the early morning; a warm early morning; a music in the early morning ......
I can not forget a thing
"People do not have the quality of honesty, it can be said to be a hundred million gold can not be bought back! can't buy it back!" These words of my mother often ring in my ears, reminding me of a past event.
I remember, it was when I was nine years old, a double holiday, I was alone at home, after doing homework, I remembered that my father brought back from Henan, a rare thing - a small teapot. This teapot is worth a lot of money, Dad as a treasure, never easy to take out and use. I often think: whether it is the TV said alabaster teapot ah, drink will live forever? Curiosity tends to make me have to find it. It is really the most precious item! I searched everywhere and could not find it. After half an hour of "heroic battle", and with great difficulty in the top of the bookcase before I found. I carefully picked up the little teapot and looked at it. This teapot is so exquisite! It was the size of a large apple. The ceramic of the teapot has a beautiful pattern on it: a pink lotus flower with a dozen petals, the petals of the lotus flower are white with red, like the face of a child. How delightful. That a small peach silk, neatly arranged in the petals. In the middle of the petal is a small immature rosette, small rosette also wearing a yellow "grass skirt" it!
I quickly grabbed a bit of tea, put it into the tea pot, and then poured boiling water into the teapot. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The smell is so good, the fragrance straight into the nose. I was eager to taste the flavor. But as soon as I reached out, my hand involuntarily swung. "Boom, the teapot fell to the ground. The beautiful teapot fell into pieces. Pieces of porcelain lay on the ground in pieces. I couldn't help but be stunned, momentarily panicked. To the wall of the wall clock to see, has arrived at the end of the time, mom to come back. Say it is late, then fast, I picked up a broom to sweep the broken porcelain pieces under the bed.
"Squeak -" the security door opened, mom entered the door. My heart seems to be carrying a lively bunny - "thud" straight jump. But I pretended to be calm and walked to the door to greet my mom. Mom came in and handed me a plastic pocket, saying, "This is for you to buy food." I took it happily, but I was timid inside. In order to hide my inner panic, I deliberately approached my mom to get close to her. So as to distract mom's attention.
So after three days, but I have been surrounded by fear, the heart like fifteen buckets of water - seven up and eight down. In the ideological character class, the teacher let us read the "honesty is more precious than jewelry" article, after reading my deep sense of their own big mistake. The more I read, the more I blushed. Looking at the red scarf on my chest, she seemed to point at my nose and criticize me, saying: You are not a real pioneer! Pioneers should be honest! Later, when I returned home, I finally bravely told my mother about the incident and sincerely apologized. My mother said to me, "Son, in fact, my mother found out a long time ago, but I just want you to tell me yourself and take the initiative to admit your mistake. In fact, a teapot broken can be bought again, people do not have the quality of honesty, can be said to be one hundred million gold can not be bought back ah!
Listening to my mom's kind teaching, I was enlightened. From this, I understand a truth: if you do something wrong, as long as you sincerely say the truth, it will be a big deal, a small thing. Although this incident is long past, but it is y imprinted in my heart.
One thing I can't forget
In my mind, my mom is serious and powerful, while my dad is gentle and kind. But after that incident, I changed that opinion.
I remember that day, I went to the kitchen to see my mother frying, my mother's frying gesture is so beautiful, the technique is so skillful, I was really envious, even let me sprouted also want to learn to fry the idea. So every time I have time, I will go to the kitchen to watch my mom stir-fry, to see how the spatula in her hand is flung one by one, to see how she adds salt and monosodium glutamate (MSG) ......
One day I finally told my mom what I wanted to say: "Mom, I want to learn to stir-fry. " Mom replied cheerfully, "Good! Then start learning from now on." I had never seen my mom so enthusiastic about me, so I said happily, "Good!" Mom first taught me how to cut vegetables. Because of the clumsy hands of the beginner, the vegetables were cut crookedly, I thought my strict mom would say me, so my heart jumped. But I didn't expect my mom to say gently, "In the future, you have to cut vegetables slowly, because you are a beginner." After cutting the vegetables, it was time to put them in the pot. According to my experience, I first put the oil in the pot to heat up, and then put the vegetables in the pot one by one. But "bam" sound, I was shocked, my heart jumped three feet high, and did not calm down for a long time. My mom said, "Nan Nan, stir-fry! Stir-fry! Be careful of burning the vegetables." It was only then that I came to my senses and started to swing the shovel like my mom. As I stir-fried, I asked, "Mom, can I have some salt?" Mom said, "Stir-fry a little longer, then you can give." I stir-fried a dozen more times and gave two or three small spoonfuls of salt. After stir-frying a few more times, I asked my mom again, "Mommy, can I give the water? Give the MSG?" Mom said, "Give the water first and let it go a little while before you put the MSG in." Then mom went out and I did what mom did. I thought to myself, "I fried it the way my mom did, so the dish should taste good. So I called my dad and mom for dinner with a very happy heart. However, it was still a bit salty, so I thought I had put in too much salt. But always strict mom said delicious, and usually gentle dad hard to say salty is not good, for this two people also quarreled, I'm so puzzled.
"Not good is not good, should be realistic." Dad's words are like a pot of cold water to make my heart half cold; "The child is the first time to learn to stir-fry, should not be such a blow to him." It was only mom's words that gave me some comfort in my heart. But why did they have such different mindsets? I didn't understand at the time. Until now, I know a little bit: in fact, whether it is dad or mom, they are very loving, mom said against their will that the food is delicious, is to encourage themselves, and dad said the food is not good, is to face the fact that they have the courage to face.
This incident has been over a period of time, but it can be from a different side of the performance of my father and mother's care for me, I can not forget this incident.
I can't forget this incident.