The first time is a bottle of five flavors, sweet, sour, bitter ------
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The first time to write
When I was a child, my mother taught me to recognize words. That day, it was raining heavily, looking out the window, I asked my mom: "Mom, how do you write the word "rain"?" My mom smiled, grabbed a pen with her unadorned hands, and wrote down the word "rain". I seriously watched the character "rain" rewrite it again, imagining a drop of rain jumping down from the sky, without hesitation, without a parachute, and the wind in the air and swirling ceremonial dance, and then dissolved into the earth with a smile. Looking at the four "points", I thought: the rain is so dashing, how only four drops ah? So on the basis of the original four dots, I continued to point a few more strokes in the word "rain". When my mother checked, she shook her head and laughed, and I laughed too, my heart flowing with the fine colors of crystal.
First wish
Young me, my little head is loaded with many childish dreams: on my fifth birthday, I made a wish: to fly freely in the boundless blue sky. My teacher told me, "It is impossible for a human being to fly." Stubbornly, I thought, "Wouldn't it be enough to put a pair of wings on myself?" I went home and brought two large pieces of cardboard and tried my best to spread my wings and fly, but I failed. From then on I made up my mind: study hard, I will succeed, because disappointment is like dialing a phone number, try a few more times, even if a thousand times, ten thousand times, it will always answer.
The first time is a beautiful world, the first time is a wonderful elf, they all have personality, have a soul, I can hear them chanting a moving
people's songs, see them with the dance interpretation of a story. I appreciate in the story, intoxicated ----------
Feeling the first
During the winter vacation, all the big TV stations are broadcasting the drama "First Close Encounters", have you seen it? Inside the heroine Siqi, net name light dance fly, you still have an impression? I didn't realize that she was from Qingpu, or a graduate of Qingzhong!
Last week, I was lucky enough to chat with Sun Lihua, and it was the first time I had a real close encounter. When I saw Sun Lihua, I was so surprised that I couldn't speak, and the questions I had prepared were all left behind. This is the first intimate contact with the heroine ah, life is so beautiful, she draped in a head of long hair, head wearing a black hat, wearing a white coat, and then with a pair of jeans, looks very close and gentle. During our chat, I found out that she was a good writer and she loved languages. I couldn't figure out how she could love a language that was so difficult. She said: "Language is something you have to be close to nature and get inspired by it. More importantly, you have to read more books, and you can't get knowledge without reading. When I was 2 years old, I was made to read ancient texts, and that's the foundation I laid from my childhood." When I listened to her, she made a good point that reading is to open our eyes and not to treat language as a task. "Since you have a good writing skill, why don't you go to a better university?" I asked, she regretted to say, before I thought I took the art school will not have to go to college, who knows, to be a star is also very bitter, sometimes I have to accept a series of questions from reporters, so I have to play a good foundation in the language ...... We talked about a lot of topics, from the school talked about acting, from the life of the teacher, nothing to talk about, but in a wink of an eye The first time I felt the "star is also a common man" this sentence, I also and Sun Lihua took a picture, leaving us a good memory.
Although I was a little nervous about talking to the stars, I learned a lot from them. I also felt my first close contact with a star.
My first speech on stage
"Puffing, puffing, puffing," my heart was like carrying eighteen buckets of water up and down. The teacher said, "Today's ten-minute team meeting will be hosted by Yan Jiaqi students." I walked to the podium, fixed my eyes, the following black, 118 eyes are staring at me. My heart was beating even harder, like it was about to "pop" out of my throat. My legs were a little weak and I was shaking a little. The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor. The eyes of the students were full of anticipation, I scanned everyone, and then looked at the teacher. Ms. Xue looked at me with a smile on her face. Her encouraging gaze added courage and strength to me. I thought: I can't let my teacher and classmates down. I began to speak in a beautiful voice: "Time is like water, a happy May 1 vacation has passed. A holiday passed, today I speak on the topic of car accident escape ......"
In this ten-minute team meeting, the students boldly speak, each express their views. As the saying goes, "the sky is not a good thing, people have but interest in the disaster ...... so as not to be caught off guard when the danger comes to count." As soon as my words fell, a storm of applause rose from the stage. The applause told me that my this speech was very successful and recognized by everyone. Then I would look at Mr. Xue's eyes and see that he was happy. Mr. Xue walked up to the podium and commented on what I said: "Yan Jiaqi students of this ten-minute team meeting hosted a very good, I hope that our class in the future a few more Yan Jiaqi ......"
My heart was filled with a sense of pride. In this incident, I learned that no matter what you do, as long as you work hard, there will be a day of success!
"The sun in the sky, mother's love on earth."
The first emotion that a person can experience at birth is mother's love, although we have no memory of it at that time, but we have an instinctive attachment to our mother. The sweetest word that human lips can utter, the most beautiful cry, is "mom". It is a simple but meaningful word, full of hope, love, comfort and all the intimacy, sweetness and beauty of the human heart. In life, mother is everything. In sorrow, she is comfort; in despondency, she is hope; in weakness, she is strength; she is the source of sympathy, compassion, love and generosity. The only constant in the world is a mother's love. And if there is no father's love is like losing the spirit of dependence. My father's love for me is broader than the vast universe, deeper than the vast ocean, hotter than the red sun. Father's love is the pillar of my spirit, is my guide in the growth.
"Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water," however, both love does not contain drowning.
The mother's love is full of emotion. I like my mother's kind face, looking at the eyes, let me forget the loneliness and trouble. Looking at those thick lips, I not only silent confession, for me, my mother not only from the lips to grind out how much advice and instructions. Touching my mother's rough and calloused hands, my heart not only trembles, I feel the mother's love is selfless, she does not ask for a trace of return. She only wants her daughter to know how to grasp herself. I like to caress my mother's cheeks, the temperature of her palm from the cheeks all over the body. If mother's love is a piece of lake, then I am a happy fish in the lake; if mother is a piece of cloud, then I am a happy bird under the cloud. Mother's love gives me warmth, gives me the source of happiness, gives me the love of dependence. American writer - Noel said, "As a modern parent, I know very well that the important thing is not how many material things you give your children, but the care and love you pour into them. A caring attitude not only saves you a considerable amount of money, but it can even give you a sense of relief that you're not spending too much money and giving more than a gift of care." I believe that a mother's love is true and pure, and that it cannot be measured in wealth or won with money.
There is a touching story of a young mother who saw a wolf take her child in swaddling clothes, she caught up with the wolf at an alarming speed, and jumped onto the wolf's back in a hurry, and the wolf ran away with her for hundreds of meters after being frightened, and the mother fought the wolf like a madwoman until she saved her child. An ordinary woman, in the release of maternal love, showed superhuman energy, it can be said that "the power of motherhood over the laws of nature."
Whitman said, "How alike the mothers of the world are! Their hearts are always the same, and every mother has a heart of great innocence."
Mother's love is sacred and great, mother's love is like spring rain nourishing the earth, unceasing, deep friendship. Mother's love is like the sediment in the river of life, in the constant washing, gradually precipitation, until it is integrated into the bottom layer of life. Life is nothing but memory, life grows in memory. In the memory of life, mother's love is the most warm, most memorable part of the unforgettable.
Father's love is deep and persistent. His love is full of severity, his look full of majesty, sometimes, although very afraid of contact with the father's eyes, but I learned from it is the principle of perseverance to the end, I like my father's strong hand, he will not easily help up because of the fall I, but before the exam, hand heavy on my shoulders, with the tacit understanding of the vision of letting me test, my father is very shrewd and capable, although it does not reach Mr. Wendy Yiduo's Although not up to Mr. Wen Yiduo's "words and deeds", but he is honest and righteous integrity, I admire him. Father's love contains bitter, but also contains happiness. If my father's love is the vast ocean, then I am the hard coral in the sea; if my father's love is the rolling green hills, then I am the strong pine in the mountains. Father's love gives me faith, gives me tough persistence, gives me vigilant love. I think the father's love is like a mountain, a mountain that can be used for the daughter's exuberance.
On the way to growth, the father is not only a tolerant, kind father, but also a teacher, a friend. Father's care has been built into a mountain. In the wordless firm, persistent watch over me. Only the heart of the warm current in the non-stop urge me to move forward.
The mountain is the father is first of all an existence, a proud existence. The mountain is the father, in the final analysis is a kind of accumulation, an accumulation of love. Father's love is like a mountain, the mountain of father's love is in the process of growing up in the sons and daughters little by little accumulated; the mountain of father's love is a kind of power, supporting the children's life. The mountain is a father, you are a mountain that will not fall, and will always stand in the hearts of children.
Madly ran upstairs, kicked open the door, fell headlong on the bed, ears buzzing, tears have long been flooded. At this point, I just want to cry a lot.
Cried enough, tired of crying, and woke up from sleep (which was three hours later). Outside the window, it was cloudy and gloomy; in my ears, Jay's "The End of the World" came from the tape recorder, and I felt that the end of my world had come too.
I don't know why, but I just grabbed the phone and dialed a number. It went through, and I froze, for a long time, without saying a word.
"It's Shamon, isn't it?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the line, it was my best friend Kiichi.
"How did you know it was me?" I was very surprised.
"Intuition." She was always so calm and confident, with a maturity and rationality rarely seen in our age group.
"Kiichi, my parents got divorced. The court asked me who I would choose as a guardian." I seemed surprisingly calm.
"So what do you think, and what are your parents' plans?"
"Me? I don't care, they don't love me anyway and say they respect my choices. In fact, who wouldn't want to get rid of me as a burden and go off to their respective new lives." I replied, disgruntled.
"Amon, why have you become so cold, what parent in the world doesn't love their child, have you ever thought for them?" Kiichi said out loud to me. She doesn't curry favor in front of her friends like the others do, but points out your mistakes right on the spot.
"Kiichi, sometimes I think your words are right, but this time you're wrong. It's not that I'm cold, it's that they're cold. What child spends his birthday alone, what child has a high fever in the middle of the night without his parents by his side, and who has been beaten up for stealing 10 dollars from his father?" I could no longer remain calm and argued vigorously.
"Amon, in your mind, do parents love their children in the sense that they fulfill their children's every request? Do parents who love their children have to follow certain rules? You know," she slowed down her speech, "Love, there are no rules. The most special and deepest love that parents have for their children takes us a lifetime to decipher."
I was stunned and silent.
"Amon, let me tell you a story. There was a young man who promised to give his mother's heart as a bride price to the girl of his choice. He killed his mother and rushed to the girl's house in the night, holding the still-beating heart. When he stepped over the threshold, he accidentally fell and the heart fell to the ground. At that moment, the heart spoke: 'Son, did the fall hurt?' I think if it had been the father, he would have said the same thing."
As I listened, the past came back to me--
When I was 10 years old, my parents said they were too busy to spend my birthday with me, so I went to my classmate's house to play until dark, and then I came home to find that my parents had been waiting for me for six hours;
On one occasion I had a high fever in the middle of the night, and my parents were not at home.
One time, I stole 10 yuan from my father to buy a doll, and was beaten by him. The next day, found the doll I wanted to buy placed on the pillow.
......
I finally realized that my parents have always loved me, only that I have always deliberately avoided their love and refused to accept this great love. In fact, they always loved me y, but ...... I must have broken their hearts.
"Amon, are you listening?"
"Kiichi, I was wrong. Thank you."
"I'm sure you already have a right choice in mind. I'll talk to you next time, bye!"
Putting down the phone, I felt like I had grown up all of a sudden, and at the same time, I realized, what I should do.
In his ears, Jay's "I'm Sorry" echoed.