Childhood, like a variety of spice box, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, all kinds of all! Joy, anger, sadness, happiness, all kinds of have! Now let me tell you one thing that makes me feel most y!
One day, I went to my grandma's house to play, after playing with a variety of toys in the house, play outside the house of chickens, geese, ducks and dogs. After playing with the ones outside the house, I felt that there was nothing else to play with!
On the other hand, Uncle Sam's Henderson car was still in the yard! So I sat in it! The keys were on it, and I was very curious: what was it like to be a driver? So I shook the key and stepped on the gas at once. It's over, I'll be carried into the hospital like in an accident! What should I do? Beads of green-bean sweat rolled down my head. I pushed back a bit and went backwards. I then remembered what my teacher had taught us: you must calm down and never panic when you encounter any difficulties. I remembered that the car was started by the key, and summoned up my courage, shook the key back and pulled it off. This time there was a stop, scared to death!
After a while, my third uncle came back! He saw that the car was not parked in the same place! Thought it was being driven by the fourth uncle who was in the house with his eyes closed! He looked at him with a critical eye. Fourth uncle said, "No, I didn't"! My face was burning like I had a fever! Finally, with a stern look at me, and then said: "Today the real ghosts".
After the incident, I returned home, I was very regretful, regret did not tell the truth to the third uncle did not clarify the facts! If I clarify the facts, the third uncle will not scold me, this incident, is one of the things I feel most y!
Part 2: The most y felt one
"Dad, mom, I'm back in victory." I pushed open the door of the house and greeted my parents joyfully, "This time I took first place in the English 100-word contest held by the school." I bragged about my "achievement" while looking at my parents' expressions. "Yes?" Dad nodded and went inside with mom to make dinner. "We're going to have some good food for dinner today!" I thought to myself, as a sumptuous spread of dishes had been laid out in front of me, and a constant stream of compliments seemed to echo in my ears ......
"Dinner's ready!" I ran to the table in a few steps, and strangely, what was set before me was just the usual home-cooked meal. "Probably hiding the good dishes so they can surprise me later!" Dad and mom sat down at the table and ate like they always did, I was still looking into the kitchen.
"Why aren't you eating?" Mom knocked me. "Ah, how come they didn't ......" At once, my heart went cold, and I used my chopsticks to pick at the rice in the bowl and stuffed it into my mouth. During the meal, my parents didn't mention a word about me getting first place, let alone any praise. My heart went cold.
After dinner, I stayed alone in my room and sulked: Is this all I get for being first? I should have been praised a few times! My tears dripped down my cheeks and onto the certificate in front of me, soaking the words "first place".
"Forget it." I pulled open a drawer and absently rummaged around when I was suddenly drawn to a roll of paper on the bottom shelf. I pulled it out and saw that it was an award certificate.
It read, "Comrade Wang Feixiang, approved by the relevant authorities, has been awarded first-class merit." That award certificate was a bit yellowed from being placed at the bottom of the drawer for a long time. "What? Dad never mentioned this matter ah?" I couldn't help but recall those past events of my dad.
Episode 3: The most y touched piece of essay
I live in the affection of my parents, in the teacher's prodding, in the friendship of my classmates. Time and again touched along with my growth, each time touched will add a bright color to my colorful life.
It happened in the fifth grade, perhaps we all remember the sudden earthquake.
August was hot. The chickens were so hot their wings drooped like collapsed haystacks. The dogs were so hot that they spat out their tongues, and the cicadas were so hot that they didn't know what to do, and they kept calling out "Mockingbird, Mockingbird" from the trees. It was stuffy on the fourth floor, but no one in our class was annoyed, and we listened attentively to our English teacher as she revised our exercise books. At that moment, we were all stunned, the house rumbled, the ceiling fan kept turning, and the chandelier swayed from side to side. By the time we reacted to the earthquake, students from other classes had already run away, while the English teacher shouted, "Students, run!" In the hallway, there was chaos and noise. Waiting until we ran to the third floor, but saw over fifty years old class teacher, is defiantly running up, her hurried look, panicked eyes, are in my heart to leave a can not be erased traces. When she was sure that we all quickly and safely evacuated from the fourth floor, she hurriedly ran after us. As the seconds ticked by, we all quickly evacuated from the upper floors and gathered on the playground. Looking at the teacher's panting appearance, I thought to myself: the teacher is so old, but still running up, but do not care about their own safety, I really admire her ah, she is how dedicated and selfless ah! If the building was really going to collapse, it may endanger the teacher's life at any time, but she thought of us at the first time, it can be seen that she has devoted all her love to us. I pondered for a long time. Moreover, when I saw the teacher, I felt that she was radiating light, and when I walked into her side, I felt warmer than the sunshine, and this warmth was carried out in my heart, and I believe that it is also warm in the heart of every student.
Adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing, we can't count all the dedication you've made! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said! I'd like to thank you for the love you've shown us, teacher! This thing I will always remember in my heart, always ......
Part 4: the most y touched by a
The past is like smoke, but this incident is still fresh in my mind, and he always reminded me that I have to be a tolerant person.
I remember a winter, the roadside trees swayed gently with the breeze. I was walking on the road in cold weather. At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes, it was her--that aunt who braved the cold weather and pushed the car to sell delicious breakfast.
It was so cold, and she was still out buying breakfast. At that moment, a young man came from the distance, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, have a packet of soybean milk." The aunt smiled and said, "Yes, do you want another steamed bun or bun? No need." The young man said coldly. The aunty picked a hot packet of soy milk and urged; "Young man, take it!" The young man was distracted, and just as he took it, with a "tap", the soymilk fell to the ground. "How did you get it?" The young man yelled. Without saying a word, the aunty bent down, picked up the bag into the trash can, took a new one, and enthusiastically handed it to him, "Take it!" The young man paid and walked away. I went over and asked, "Auntie, obviously he was wrong, why did you accompany him?" Auntie said, "It's okay to make it in your own home."
What a simple language, what a kind heart. If it were not for Auntie's extra tolerance and kindness, what kind of an ending would it have been? Everything is in the aunt does not care, she is a warm-hearted, kind-hearted person!
This incident has left a deep impression on me, every time I think of this incident, I am reminded of this truth: tolerant people let others enjoy, they are also happy; mean people let others suffer, they are also difficult.
Part 5: the most y touched by a
Life is like a script, complex and changing, open it, recall those who play the role of their own. I saw the one that made me feel the most y.
I grew up as a little prince who was clothed and fed, and spent a lot of pocket money every day without knowing how to cherish it. After that incident, I realized how hard it was to earn money. Because there was no school in the village, I had to live in my aunt's house in the dike town to go to school. My aunt is a vegetable vendor and usually sells vegetables at home. But today, something is not at home, so I had to let me watch the store. Soon, my first customer came, he picked a few cabbage, asked: "Children, how much is this?" "This cabbage is two dollars a pound." I replied. "So expensive, cheaper, five dollars I buy three pounds." Seeing that this customer wanted to cut the price, I immediately retorted, "No, we'll lose money that way." Just like that, my first sale passed me by.
Not long after came another customer, she used a plastic bag with some rape. Taking it to the electric scale, she weighed it at about a pound. "How much?" "Four dollars, Auntie." "What? It's too expensive, it's only about three dollars." With that, she threw down three dollars and walked away. I couldn't chase after them because I had to watch the store, so I had to hold back. After another twenty minutes, a customer picked through the pile of vegetables and left again. Alas, it was a bad day for business.
While I was disappointed, another customer came. This customer took a large plastic bag, in the pile of vegetables picked some bitter melon, tomatoes, cabbage and other kinds of vegetables. Take the electronic scale on a weighing, a calculation of the total price, exactly forty-one dollars. The customer smiled and said to me, "Kid, forty dollars, okay? Sell it to me!" "Forty dollars and fifty cents minimum." "For the sake of me buying so many, sell them to me for forty dollars." After some arguments, he bought the vegetables for forty dollars. I couldn't help but sigh: alas, it's hard to earn money.
From then on, I never dared to ask my family for pocket money. Because I know how hard it is to earn money. Money is not easy to come by, we should cherish it. This is one of the things that make me feel most y.
Part 6: The one thing that makes me feel most y
Life is like a script, complex and changing, open it and recall those roles that you played. I saw the one that made me feel the most y.
I grew up as a little prince with clothes on his back, spending a lot of pocket money every day without knowing how to cherish it. After that incident, I realized how hard it was to earn money. Because there was no school in the village, I had to live in my aunt's house in the dike town to go to school. My aunt is a vegetable vendor and usually sells vegetables at home. But today, something is not at home, so I had to let me watch the store. Soon, my first customer came, he picked a few cabbage, asked: "Children, how much is this?" "This cabbage is two dollars a pound." I replied. "So expensive, cheaper, five dollars I buy three pounds." Seeing that this customer wanted to cut the price, I immediately retorted, "No, we'll lose money that way." Just like that, my first sale passed me by.
Not long after came another customer, she used a plastic bag with some rape. Took it to the electric scale and weighed it at about a pound. "How much?" "Four dollars, Auntie." "What? It's too expensive, it's only about three dollars." With that, she threw down three dollars and walked away. I couldn't chase after them because I had to watch the store, so I had to hold back. After another twenty minutes, a customer picked through the pile of vegetables and left again. Alas, it was a bad day for business.
While I was disappointed, another customer came. This customer took a large plastic bag, in the pile of vegetables picked some bitter melon, tomatoes, cabbage and other kinds of vegetables. Take the electronic scale on a weighing, a calculation of the total price, exactly forty-one dollars. The customer smiled and said to me, "Kid, forty dollars, okay? Sell it to me!" "Forty dollars and fifty cents minimum." "For the sake of me buying so many, sell them to me for forty dollars." After some arguments, he bought the vegetables for forty dollars. I couldn't help but sigh: alas, it's hard to earn money.
From then on, I never dared to ask my family for pocket money. Because I know how hard it is to earn money. Money is not easy to come by, we should cherish it. This is the one thing that makes me feel most y. Essay
Episode 7: The Most Deeply Felt Thing
"On May Day," a seven-day vacation, I went to my aunt's house with my father, mainly to visit my grandmother, but also to find my cousin Lili to play.
After arriving at my aunt's house, I saw several people in the living room, each hand carrying a big bag, loaded with a bulging bag, the face of the anxious, nervous look. I felt very strange, so I asked my cousin Lili: "What are these people? What do they do?" My cousin proudly said: "My father is the director, these people have to ask him, the bag must be a gift!" I said angrily, "How can this happen in a socialist country?" My cousin complained and said, "There are many such things, how can you control them?" After saying that, she dragged me to read a little book.
After a while, my aunt came back. He took a look at the big bags in the hands of these people, angry, said: "What are you doing? We are practicing open and fair competition in this project bidding, so you all better go ahead!" A few heard this and left in disgrace, and there was one left who said curtly, "Director Wang, you are right, but are we still friends? I bought a little something for my child, should I still stay." Said he took out some flowery candies and toys from his carry bag, dazzling people.
My aunt angrily shouted, "Please put your things away!" At this point, my cousin could be moved, and gestured and squeezed his eyes, pleading to leave the things, and my aunt as if he did not see it, determined to let that uncle take the things away, and sent him out of the door.
My aunt came back, said to my cousin seriously and patiently: "Dad is a **** production party member, never open the back door, not to mention can not accept gifts, you this 'red scarf' can be with good yell!" My cousin also lowered her head in embarrassment. I saw this situation excitedly said: "aunt, all the **** production party cadres are like you would be good." , my aunt humbly said, "Resisting unethical practices, everyone has a responsibility!" I heard my aunt's words from the bottom of my heart, I felt like a spring breeze blew into my heart.
Part VIII: the most y touched one
When I was a child, there are many questions, every day tugging at my mom to ask questions. One day, I asked my mom, "The school wants us to contribute to the protection of the environment, mom, what should I do?" "You are still small, just do some small things that you can do, like not littering, see the waste paper to pick up and put into the garbage can ......" In this way, I wrote according to my mother's words, and got the teacher praised; but my mother's words, with the loss of time, but also slowly disappeared.
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In junior high school, they have their own hobbies, to every Saturday to learn the electric guitar. Today, as usual, listening to MP3, walking on the way to the teacher's house.
Walking along, I saw a five or six year old boy, chasing a ball of paper in the wind, the child's clumsy appearance and his wearing new clothes seem very incongruous. The child was still chasing it, and had no intention of giving up.
Maybe there are some "treasures" on this ball of paper, so I took three steps to grab the ball of paper, although I have a guitar on my back, but this is still very easy to do. After grabbing the paper, look back at the child, if he wants to come up to grab, the sense of fast running, but at this time his face, revealed a sweet smile, the white teeth and face sweat in stark contrast.
This child is sick! Regardless of him, he opened the paper ball, "What is it! Just a scrap of paper?!" The paper was filled with jumbled formulas, and angrily I balled up the paper ball again and threw it to the side of the road.
Long gone is the child once again staged in the wind by the sight of paper, the child
He, finally caught the paper, the expression on his face as if he had just won a battle, at this point he also ran three or two steps, he did not open, but will be put into the trash can of the paper ball.
I was stunned, and my mother's words from my childhood broke through the prison of memory and echoed in my ears: "Just do the little things you can! Like don't litter, and pick up waste paper when you see it and put it in the trash."
That kid, taught me an important lesson and made me feel a lot.