1. Indulge in happiness 300-word essay
Indulge in happiness
I am a little princess at home, so eye-catching, I I want to attract this little girl in a happy world.
Every Friday in school, the school opened its doors and said 'Bye bye' to me. 'Whenever I get home, my mother is always at the gate hoping that I will come home early. She will immediately help me carry my schoolbag, fearing that I will become an old woman from exhaustion. From this point on, I feel extremely warm and gentle in my heart. Every time I come home from school, I feel hungry and tired, so I sit down to rest, and my mother talks to me. Are you not used to online schooling? Can you learn to listen? I think my mother always cares about me and cares about me meticulously.
In addition, my father is often not at home and often helps others with cooking. Every time I go home, I see my father’s soft smile, and there are chickens, meat and other nutritious items on the table. I also realize that it is hard for my father and mother to earn money. How much money they earn from the fields every day. Come, work hard in front of the sun, and they buy these precious things for me. I really want to leave this sweet time.
I already hate this kind of life. I hope that when I grow up and earn money, I will repay you. I hope that I can become a strong, charismatic and successful man.
Once, it was my birthday, and my father bought me a big cake. I was so moved that I ran to my study and cried, don’t you make money? It is easy to forget my birthday every time, but I always remember my birthday. I am very grateful. My study is not good. Why are my parents so kind to me? From then on, I was determined and determined to win honor for my parents and myself, and to repay them by getting a good school to grow up in the future.
I have grown up now, and my consciousness has begun to increase. My parents support me in going to school. It is to seize the time to study, put everything else aside, work hard, strive to achieve the goal, and say goodbye to the happy world.
When I grow up, I will earn money and contribute to society to support my parents. Isn’t honoring my parents a happy world? 2. Intoxicated in
Give me a piece of sky, then I can fly freely and be intoxicated at the same time... - Inscription Sometimes I always feel that the sky is so small, as round as a frog at the bottom of a well can see. Round - that is the sky. Waiting for a comfortable space and holding some fantasy things, it turns out that the sky is so small, and it is not as small as my field of vision. And these are just the frog's prejudices. As long as we open our eyes and look far into the distance, the sky not only covers our world, but is also vast and boundless. At this moment, I woke up and couldn't help but blush with shame. So I walked from the peaceful sky at home to the noisy sky in the city, and traveled to every corner of the world, but I had not yet stepped out of the sky and had not seen the edge of the sky. Sometimes I always feel that only the sky with colorful clouds is the most beautiful, which reminds me of the grassland scenery with "white clouds floating in the blue sky and horses running under the white clouds." It was indeed beautiful, and I had to revel in the wonderful singing and the charming sky. The shapes of clouds are even more varied, unpredictable, and magically a bit unpredictable. They are the darlings of the sky and the elves of the sky. The sky has become so attractive and fascinating. Especially the brilliant morning glow and the gorgeous sunset glow. The golden morning glow is dyed red by the luster of the sun. Sometimes the red is bright, and sometimes the red is intoxicating. It's like drinking mellow wine, and like a hibiscus coming out of water. Full of vitality, young and vigorous. I cannot use more words to describe the scenery of sunset. It is a beauty that cannot be written in words. In one sentence, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful", but this is not the magic of sunset, but the sky, which is owned by the sky. Everything, it is the sky that creates this great holiness.
However, there is not a single cloud in my sky, but I have to say that it is also very beautiful. I can write words there. Isn’t such a sky even more special? Give me a sky where twinkling stars blink, singing to you the beauty of the night, telling you the freshness of the evening breeze, and accompanying you to indulge in happiness. The stars tell fairy tales of the night, stories of the night and legends of the night. At that time, I can send my warm blessings to every place in the world along with the stars. The sky will sprinkle the rain, which is not the tears of crying, but the nectar that nourishes the soul of each of us. Open the sails of your dreams and go far to protect the floating poles, springs, and flowers, Ge Tonggong and Kunhang, and ride the wind and waves! Bring back beautiful memories and let the shadow of a smile bloom on your face. Under the hazy sky, it is a kind of enjoyment, a pursuit, a desire, and a passion. I can bathe everyone's heart with my silent prayers along with the drizzle. Give me a sky, I can release a few birds, plant a few clusters of flowers, the birds' clear singing voices, the flowers' faint fragrance, permeate the sky, like a light white gauze, quiet. Give me a sky, and I can dance to a cheerful rhythm, looming, my outstretched arms like poetry, and my graceful movements like pictures. The beating notes are like a passionate bonfire, unrestrained. Give me a sky, give each of us a sky, it is full of flowers, it is full of sunshine, it has all the beautiful flowers, it makes me intoxicated. The spring breeze whistled loudly, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes, and then smiled. flowery. Overnight, like a thawing river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, covering the sky and the earth. The small calyx can no longer hide its full thoughts, and it bursts into full bloom, raising cups of all sizes, singing and dancing in the March wind. So, the eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, "the shadows of the flowers on the four sides are angry with the tide", "thousands of flowers are pressing down on the branches", the nose is full of bright and dark fragrance, soaked in the "spring rain is ruthless and light as sorrow" "The long courtyard and the country roads where "flying flowers are as light as dreams" are full of flowers. "Flowers bloom and fall for twenty days, and everyone in the city is crazy about it." …Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most eye-catching tokens of the four seasons. Here are the beautiful and fragrant peonies, here are the pure summer lotuses, here are the autumn chrysanthemums with high wind and frost, here are the winter plums with cold and proud snow, the world of flowers is intoxicating... One flower and one world, one leaf and one leaf. Qiankun. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, flourishing. In fact, isn’t human life just like a flower? As beautiful as she is, as short-lived as she is. Life blooms like a flower, trembling and towering, and finally "there is nothing to boast about, so the flower falls away" and is lost in the dust of the times. As a result, people often lament that "the flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing", and "as soon as the spring is gone, the beauty of the river grows old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it." A piece of "The Burial of Flowers", over a thousand years, how many tears and wine will be buried with it! Such a delicate life, but "the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other", can only lose its beauty, lose its beauty, and "turn into mud and grind into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the beauty's withered beauty and her misfortune? If you think about it carefully, the flowers are innocent. Don't you see, some flowers "would rather die with their fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind." The poet's sigh is as vast as the mist and rain. It has been reincarnated to this day. After all, "the flowers are the same every year", but they are seeking revenge for no reason, " People are different every year... Pushing the cloud road, hiding in the clouds, crossing the East China Sea, I am back. Looking at the spring breeze and the fireworks in my hometown, I finally realized: the meaning of life is to cherish the days accompanied by flowers. , "If there are flowers, they must be broken, and don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches." It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower, "to be born as gorgeous as a summer flower." When "the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky", some young people will really wonder: How many flowers have fallen in the dream? Then you can pick up the flowers and make a smile. Flowers make me intoxicated... Music makes me intoxicated. Everything has a different meaning, and everything has its intoxicating qualities. Music makes me intoxicated, ask me why? Just because music has its unique charm, it intoxicates me, makes me strong, and brave. The music makes people daydream, just like the beautiful moonlight, the music makes me. . . . .
Everyone has their own piece of heaven, and everyone has their own intoxicating things.
Let us let it guide every moment of our lives, ride the wind and let it melt the air. Believe me, with the company of music, I am not lonely. Music makes me intoxicated forever... 3. Intoxicated
Wouldn't it be nice to brew a pot of fragrant tea, hold an ancient book in your hands amid the elegant aroma, and carefully reflect on the works of the ancients? A bit of a trance of being "intoxicated and not knowing the way back"?
——Inscription
Dreaming of Xiaoxiang with fragrance
Recalling Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions", I vaguely saw Daiyu. There seems to be so much on your face. A little sentimental and crying alone. You, who "move like a thin willow supporting the waist," are so haggard and pitiable as a beauty of the generation, which has made many celebrities and people with lofty ideals sigh for you over the past thousands of years! In my eyes, you are a well-deserved beauty who "looks back and smiles with charm". How can you not be memorable?
I wish you a long life
Recalling the profound and profound Song Dynasty poems, Dongpo layman, a generation of romantic and talented people, you come here again and again, what are you worried about? Are you worried about being demoted again? You are always so charming and suave, even though the fate of "climbing the snow-covered mountains of Taihang" teases you, you will always wave your sleeves and shout out the best wishes of "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles to reach the moon" ! Isn't the mentality of "not being happy with things, not feeling sad about yourself" exactly what you have? How could such a talented person not be memorable?
People are thinner than yellow flowers
Looking back at the poets who have led *** for hundreds of years in history, Li Qingzhao is one of the stars. The first half of her life was full of joy, but the second half was spent in sorrow and sadness. I still remember your heroic spirit of "being born as a hero, and dying as a ghost." However, as a woman, you are also delicate, because "there is no way out, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Isn't that exactly your generation? A true portrait of a beautiful woman? You who endure the twists and turns of life. However, as a woman, you are also squeamish. How can you not be evocative of the emotion of "the city is full of spring grass and trees"? How can you not be evocative of the heroic spirit of "death is also a ghost hero". I still remember that you exclaimed, "You are born to be a great person, and Li Qingzhao is one of the stars among them. You deserve to be called the beauty who looks back and smiles all the time." Don't indulge in the elegance of the ancients. How can you not be memorable? You Always so romantic?
I wish you a long life
Recalling the profound and profound Song Dynasty poems, recalling Li Bai's "There will be times when the wind breaks through the waves, and you will not feel sad". Is it what you have? Carefully recall the works of the ancients, in the scent of elegance? Are you worried about being demoted again? "When fate teases you, you cry alone. A generation of beauties are so haggard, thousands of miles away from Chanjuan." Doesn't the best wishes have a bit of a trance of "being intoxicated and not knowing the way back"
People compare. Huanghuashou
Reminiscing about the poets who have been leading *** for hundreds of years in history, holding an ancient book in hand has made many celebrities and people with lofty ideals sigh for you over the past thousands of years, hanging directly on the clouds and sails. The heroism of "the vast sea", because "You can never lose your soul, but you always wave your sleeves, and you are thinner than a yellow flower." Isn't it a true portrayal of the beauty of your generation? Are you enduring the ups and downs of life?
Tang poetry and Song lyrics are like a shining pearl inlaid in the history of human culture. I saw Daiyu in the blur. How much sentimentality seems to be added to your face?
——Inscription
Dreaming of Xiaoxiang with Fragrance
Boil a pot of fragrant tea while recalling Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions". The first half of her life was full of joy.
Are you the person who "moves like a thin willow supporting your waist"? Such a talented man, reminiscing about Lao Du's "The country has broken through mountains and rivers, but life is not about aftertaste, but to create today while reminiscing, what are you worried about! In my eyes, aftertaste...
Aftertaste always has a special taste in my heart, but the second half of my life was spent in sorrow and desolation, which always makes people feel like "intoxicated and not knowing the way back". You are a generation of romantic and talented layman Dongpo. They come in all kinds of ways, so lovable and pitiful, shouting "But I hope that people will last forever, and the curtain will roll in the west wind" 4. Composition: Intoxicated in
Intoxicated in _Chinese_
I want to pick one Waves
Weave your flying skirt
Want to collect a handful of stars
Decorate your flowing hair
Want to keep it A touch of the setting sun
freezes your intoxicating smile
And you just walked past me
walked gently...
——— Send a Chinese text
Suddenly, I have the urge to write a poem, as if three years of accumulation are waiting to burst out at this moment, so I wrote the above few lines of poetry as an invitation to invite you to come. Get on my Chinese language express and go straight to the crystal paradise deep in my heart.
When you enter Chinese language, you enter the kingdom of myths.
Who is more magnificent, Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower or Li Bai's Phoenix Tower, demonstrating the beauty of art? Which one is more solemn and profound, Zhang Ji's Hanshan Temple or Du Fu's Prime Minister's Ancestral Hall, embodying the sentimentality of history? Did Monk Zhinan's wind in the willows and rain of apricot blossoms move Bai Letian's new grudges against the early orioles by the West Lake? Is the moonlight shining brightly on the branches of Jia Xuan and the magpies playing the piano and roaring...
Having passed through several historical thresholds, language carries us to laugh, to cry, to be moved, to go... Looking for...
When walking into life, language does not always follow you like a shadow.
In the starry night, the small light fan flutters the fireflies; in the breeze, a courtyard full of roses is fragrant; in awe of late autumn, the chrysanthemums still have proud frost branches; the spring scenery lingers, with all kinds of red and purple competing for beauty...
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After many baptisms of life, Chinese language leads us to grow, to realize, to yearn for, to fly...
When I am slacking off, Chinese language warns me: Don’t wait too long, or your head will turn gray. , empty and sad!
When I am frustrated, Chinese language encourages me: there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
When I am impetuous, Chinese language reminds me: tranquility cultivates one’s morality, and frugality cultivates one’s virtue.
No need for too many words
Just stare deeply
Brush away the youthful frivolity
Only the slightest touch is left behind
When you gently walk by me
I have grown up
————Another post in Chinese 5. Composition intoxicated with the joy of love
Love is a big hug from my parents, which makes me feel happy; love is giving others a word of praise, an encouraging action, and a look of support; love is looking at everything around me. The care that Mu pours in; love is the passion for hometown...
This year in July 2010, I was honored to be selected by the teacher of the interest class as the show. Today, June 25th, it is me A very happy day as this is the day to become an outstanding Mathematics student in a prestigious educational institution. In July this year, I have another happier thing, that is, I learned to swim! In the eyes of others, this is a trivial and easy thing, but it is said that it looks easy but is difficult to do. Swimming seems simple to people who can swim, but for me, it is a big step forward. Step by step, because I learned this with the encouragement and guidance of my parents, friends, and coaches! That day, my mother took me to Chunjiang Garden to learn swimming. At first, I thought swimming was a trivial and easy task, but as soon as I touched the cold and biting water, I flinched. But because of the encouragement from my parents, coaches and friends, I reluctantly entered the water. At first, when I was about to go down, the children below played a trick and splashed the freezing cold water over me. My mother blocked it for me and fell into the water.
I was moved...
After a long time, I finally learned to swim. I was very happy because I did not live up to my mother's expectations of me. Mom always says before swimming
Love is the most beautiful emotion of human beings; love makes the world full of warmth... We are delicate little flowers living in the embrace of love, and we always enjoy the tenderness brought by love. And happiness...love is everywhere, all the time.
I love my home because there is love and care in my home, and it is full of joy and sorrow. We may be small, but we receive endless love.
Love is the most beautiful emotion of human beings; love makes the world full of warmth... We are delicate little flowers living in the embrace of love. We always enjoy the tenderness and happiness brought by love... Love is infinite Everywhere, all the time.
I love my home because there is love and care in my home, and it is full of joy and sorrow. We may be small, but we receive endless love. 6. Intoxicated by the fragrance of books (composition)
In the stillness of the night, in the breezy morning, I will always hold a book in my hand and quietly savor it. I once remembered such a sentence Words: Books are the ladder of human progress, life-long companions, and the most sincere friends. This sentence was said by the great Soviet writer Gorky. When you taste the taste of books, maybe the first step in your life has already begun. , pick the colorful "flowers" between the lines of the book! Books will take you to the ends of the world and withstand thousands of obstacles. Why do books have such great magic power? There is a lot of knowledge in the book. When you finish reading it with your bright eyes, you may know it. The book tells you how to understand the faces of all parts of the world, and also tells you how to use wisdom to overcome various difficulties. When you use your heart After understanding this, you may be happy to tell me: "Books are sweet, I taste it." The British playwright Shakespeare said: "If there are no books in life, it is like there is no sunshine, and there is no sunshine in wisdom, just like "Birds have no wings." Books will lead you into a magical world. That magical world will bring you endless happiness. Whenever I have a mystery that I can't solve, I always read the books. Find the answer. Goethe once said: "Reading a good book is like talking to a noble person." When you hold a good book in your hand and read it with relish, to the point where you are immersed in it, maybe you are in the scene. Talk to a person of noble character. Whenever I read, I will remember the words of those noble people unforgettable and make myself a noble person. At that time, you will feel from the heart: "I study and I am happy." ". If everyone is imagined as a tree, then reading is the leaf that makes you more radiant. I will get more knowledge from reading to embellish my tree and make it a unique towering tree in front of everyone. Please take your boat, hold your oars, break through the waves, use your knowledge to change your destiny, create a new world, and indulge in the fragrance of books. I am happy, I am happy. 7. With "Intoxication"
The flowers made me intoxicated. The spring breeze whistled loudly, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower.
Overnight, it was like a thawing river. , all the flowers arrived as expected, and the small calyxes could no longer hide their thoughts, they were in full bloom, holding up cups of all sizes, singing and dancing in the March wind. p>
As a result, the eyes are full of flowers of all kinds, "the shadows of the flowers on the four sides are angry with the tide", "thousands of flowers are pressing down on the branches", and the nose is full of bright and dark fragrance, soaked in " In the long courtyard where the spring rain is ruthless and as light as sorrow" and on the country roads where "freely flying flowers are as light as dreams", there are a lot of flowers. "Flowers bloom and fall for twenty days, and everyone in the city is crazy about it." "There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River. "Gift a branch of spring"... Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most eye-catching tokens of the four seasons. Here are the peonies with national beauty and fragrance, here are the pure summer lotuses, here are the windy and frosty autumn chrysanthemums, here are The winter plum blossoms in the cold snow are intoxicating in the world of flowers... One flower is one world, one leaf is one universe.
Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, and in fact, human life is flourishing. Isn't it just like a flower? As beautiful as she is, but as short-lived as she is.
Life blooms like a flower, trembling and fluttering, and finally "there is nothing to boast about, so the flower falls away" and is lost in the dust of the times. As a result, people often lament that "the flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing", and "as soon as the spring is gone, the beauty of the river grows old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it."
A piece of "The Burial of Flowers", in a thousand years, how many tears and wine will be buried with it! Such a delicate life, but "the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other", can only lose its beauty, lose its beauty, and "turn into mud and grind into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the beauty's withered beauty and her misfortune? If you think about it carefully, the flowers are innocent.
If you don’t see it, some flowers “would rather die with their fragrance on the branches than to be blown away by the north wind.” The poet’s sighs are as vast as mist and rain, and they have been reincarnated to this day. After all, “the flowers are the same every year.” It’s true. Seeking revenge for no reason, "everyone is different every year"... Pushing the cloud road, hiding in the clouds, crossing the East China Sea, I am back, looking at the spring breeze ten miles away, the fireworks and tears of my hometown, I finally realized: the meaning of life It lies in cherishing the days with flowers, "If you have flowers, you must break them off, and don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches." It lies in cherishing every day in life when flowers bloom, "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers." When "the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky", some young people will really wonder: How many flowers have fallen in the dream? Then you can pick up the flowers and make a smile.
Flowers make me intoxicated... [Brief Comment] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, but it is not easy to express beautiful emotions in beautiful language.
But the young author did it almost perfectly, which was first of all due to her extensive accumulation and understanding. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and other great masters are randomly picked up and embellished in them, just right, making the whole text overflowing with color. From it, we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions.
Let us all be thoughtful people in life, observe the world with a pair of "intelligent eyes", and perceive the world with a warm heart, then everything will become sparkling and affectionate. The article combines emotions with scenery, is logical and contagious.
The long hometown water makes me intoxicated. Grandma’s home is in the countryside of Suzhou. It is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only the lingering local accent, the long hometown water, and the Biluochun brewed by grandma... "Here It is a world of water. Look at the small river in Chenxi running through everything in this small town. People, scenes and scenes blend into the water and gradually fade and disperse..." Listening to Mr. Yu Qiuyu telling the story of this small town's rural water, I couldn't help but feel... If you are in a trance, you should go for a walk by the water and feel the breath of the local water. It was summer, and the sun was blazing in the sky. As I was walking, I suddenly felt a breeze blowing. I followed the cool breeze and took a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river flowing through the ancient water town.
Everything was silent, I tiptoed, not daring to break this unique tranquility. Does the river surface look like cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a plate of pearls and jade? I was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to modify it.
Of course, what I care about most is why the sunlight is so cool? Looking carefully, I found the reason. The red sun was shining directly into the middle of the river. The brilliant light scattered on the water, creating colorful light strips. The light strips seemed to be intoxicated by the clear water, and had shed all their layers. The hot Chinese robe finally turned into dots of light, forming a spiral shape in the soft waves, as if dancing the "eight" dance of the little bee... The breeze blew, and a group of wild ducks floated leisurely in the water. Crossing the layers of concentric circles, and then there are a few dragonflies, moistening their tongues with water. Isn't this scene just like "dragonflies fly with a splash of water"? People and scenery are truly harmonious and harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I stroke the tip of my pen and let the rain of hearts dance. I let my thoughts drift into the sky and my sorrow melt into the water. I am gentle. I wrote the first poem in my life - "Oriental Version of Venice". Inadvertently, a ray of setting sun spreads into the water. When I look up, I see a village girl with long braids washing clothes by the water with a mallet. The birds are chirping softly above her head, and the chicks are whispering in her ears. She gently Wipe away pearly fragrant sweat.
In the distance, smoke rises from cooking stoves, and hazy green bricks and white tiles are vaguely visible.
I have no intention of leaving. I wonder if I am intoxicated by this heavenly beauty, or am I missing this angelic beauty of Suzhou? I don’t know how many people have been intoxicated by this long rural water, and I don’t know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished.
The night is dark, the moon is like water, and the water is like the sky. I think quietly by the independent waterside: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", the local water intoxicated Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, and I was still a little... … [Brief Comment] In the examination room, it is not easy to write such lyrical prose with a spiritual style and rich artistic conception. The long water of hometown arouses our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such refreshing words makes people feel like a gurgling clear spring flowing into their hearts.
The young author is very good at creating artistic conceptions. Her simple descriptions make people feel like they are in an ancient water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Following her brushstrokes, the soul is intoxicated. This is her brilliance. 8. A 600-word essay titled “I am intoxicated with ( )”
I am intoxicated with childishness
“I often find myself in the bumps and valleys of earthen walls, and in the flowerbeds with clumps of grass. "On a sunny day, our class studied Childlike Interests (written by Shen Fu) in Chinese class. When Teacher XX asked us to read aloud to the whole class, I also read along with my voice, but my mind was full of confusion. Flying and flying, flying into the sky, flying beyond the nine-night sky, is actually a way to recall the fun of childhood...
After the "Zhila" door was opened, a mother and *** followed closely. The little boy is very happy today, because tomorrow is a weekend, his mother does not have to go to work, and the little boy does not have to go to kindergarten (because the kindergarten teacher is ugly and bad). The little boy does not like to go to kindergarten. The two of them were sitting on the sofa together, looking at the calendar on the wall. Mom was thinking about going shopping tomorrow. The child wanted to watch the Superman CD tomorrow.
On the second and third days, they played very happily and sat on the sofa together in high spirits. It was a pity that the husband (dad) did not come back and was working overtime. . They looked at the calendar again. The mother thought, she has to go to work again tomorrow, which is annoying, but she can make money. The child thought that she had to go to kindergarten again tomorrow, and was bored. At this time, there was a plan for the fantasy-loving child. Born in the little boy's mind!
At night, my mother heard the sound of tearing paper in bed. She was wondering what the kid was doing, so she walked over and found her son tearing paper meticulously. Calendar. As soon as the light was turned on, the son saw his mother and said happily: "Mom, mom, we don't have to worry, because tomorrow is still Saturday." The speaker pointed at the calendar excitedly with his chubby little hand, with a smile on his face. Smiling happily and proudly. Unexpectedly, the mother took the little boy down and said: "My child, just tearing up the calendar is not enough, it will not be Saturday." The poor child's wonderful dream was broken by such a sentence. So, the little boy cried squatting on the ground and shouted with a high-pitched throat that sounded like the sound of an old record being scratched: "I want Saturday..." This little boy is me who is far away and right in front of me - ----The author of this article.
"Puch" I laughed out loud accidentally. Hey-----I saw a certain teacher's eyes were straight and his face was dark (the whole picture A malnourished African refugee) pointed at me with bulging veins and said: "Why don't you listen?" ”