I like the music box, and I will naturally have many stories with it. Every story is like a note. If we want to connect them, it will be a wonderful song.
My mother gave me a music box on my seventh birthday. This is a very beautiful music box. Its base is a small square brown wooden box with a blue glass plate at the top. The small wooden box as a whole looks like a delicate little stage. The rabbit on the stage is really lifelike. The red pony armor is particularly gorgeous against the white rabbit hair. Long fluffy ears drooped, little head drooped, and a little paw clung to the little skirt. It seems that my mother criticized me for doing something wrong, which is lovely and pitiful. I fell in love with it at first sight I gently turned the button, a melodious piano music floated out, and my heart flew with the melody.
I can't put it down. I take it with me everywhere. That day, my mother took me to Meixi Lake Park to see the music fountain. When we set out, my mother said that I couldn't listen to music when I saw the fountain, so I had to stay at home, but I just couldn't bear to leave for a minute, so my mother had to follow me. Unexpectedly, when I passed a gravel road, I stepped on a sharp stone and tripped. The music box flew far away from my hand and only heard a bang. The music box blossomed on a big stone.
In an instant, the music box was unrecognizable. The small stage turned into a pool of wood and glass slag. One of the furry ears of the rabbit was cut off and the other was only half left. The little paw holding the skirt has also left the body, and the broken paw is holding the glass on the ground ... the beloved music box is broken! Looking at the horror in front of me, my heart seemed to be pricked by glass slag.
Without the box of eight meanings, my heart always feels empty, and my happiness seems to be broken with the music box. Even when I see the word "rabbit", I think of the music box. One weekend, my mother insisted that I go shopping with her. When I walked to Taiping Street, I followed my mother into a shop. As soon as I entered the store, I suddenly felt my eyes shine. "Music box! Mom, look, isn't that the music box? " I cried with excitement. A small brown wooden box, and a small rabbit with low head and drooping ears wearing a small red vest-really the same music box. It's like seeing a long-lost friend and holding it in your arms for fear that it will run away. When I was going to beg my mother to buy it, my mother was already standing in front of the cashier. A real mother knows a woman like a mother!
I have a music box again, and my happiness is back. Whenever I am happy to be praised for my progress, I immediately tell myself that I can't be proud to see Xiaomin being criticized. Whenever I encounter difficulties and anxiety, as long as I hear the melodious music of the music box, I will get inspiration immediately; Whenever I feel wronged and depressed, the white and bright red on the rabbit looks more beautiful. Watching, I gradually feel comfortable and cheerful.
I can't live without a music box. The story between me and the music box may be a story that will never end.
It may take three days and three nights to tell the story of me and art. Since I can't finish writing, I'll choose a few to talk about!
I remember when I first started to learn oil painting, I was always not bold enough to use colors, so the oil paintings I drew were not attractive enough. Later, the teacher told me: "When painting, let yourself relax and use colors boldly. If you still feel you can't hold it, you can use it indiscriminately. " Later, when I painted oil paintings, I painted casually, regardless of the willy-nilly. After the homework was handed in, the teacher said that I drew very well, and my paintings used beautiful colors. One of them was also selected by the teacher to participate in a national children's painting and calligraphy exhibition and won the Excellence Award. So painting is still my favorite until now.
Moreover, my experience of learning Chinese calligraphy is different from that of learning painting. When I first learned calligraphy, my handwriting was good, but I didn't practice much, so I was criticized by my parents. On one occasion, a senior in the calligraphy class brought some of his works to the class for exhibition. I found that he practiced writing 100 pieces of fringed paper every week. No wonder his handwriting is the best, which really answers the old saying, "As long as you work hard, the iron bar is ground into a needle." So I began to practice writing more actively in peacetime. Through unremitting efforts, my calligraphy is better. This year, I participated in the competition organized by the Provincial Calligraphers Association. One of my 40-character works won the Excellence Award, and I also participated in the exhibition for two months.
But my meeting with dance can really be described as "miracle". My mother said that I should have more free and easy elements in my personality, so after the field trip, we both chose "Latin Dance". When I first started studying, dancing was not bold enough. Everyone gave me the evaluation: "The action is right, but it is not in place." In order to correct my movements, my parents even bought two sets of Latin dance CDs by Yang Yi and others for me to see. After a long time of hard work, my dance finally became chic. This year's "May Day", I and several other small partners' group Latin dance also won the L-group champion of the 11th Provincial Sports Dance Championship!
This is me, a little girl who can sing and dance well and has an indissoluble bond with art.
There is a short story: Onions, radishes and tomatoes don't believe there is such a thing as pumpkin in the world. They think it's just a fantasy. The pumpkin didn't speak, he just kept growing.
It's really hard to be a silent pumpkin. I used to care about what others thought of me. Once I failed in the exam, once I made a mistake in writing my composition, lost to someone who was not my opponent at chess, and fell off the chain when I performed on stage. I couldn't help being depressed for a long time, unable to forgive my failure, and felt that people around me would change their views on myself. This pumpkin is different from me. Although onion, radish and tomato all think that he doesn't exist, he is not angry or eager to explain, but grows up silently. When he appears in front of them in shining armor one day, it will definitely surprise them: what he thinks doesn't exist grows so well. Yes, onions. What is the relationship between their views and the growth of pumpkins?
If a person only cares about what others think of himself or other things, but lacks his own opinion, then he must have accomplished nothing. Just like in the fable, father and son ride donkeys to the market. Passers-by later said that dad can ride a donkey, son can pull a donkey, son can pull a donkey, and dad can ride a donkey. This is not good, and that is not good. Finally, the father and son had to carry a donkey. This ridiculous story tells us that paying too much attention to what others think of you will not lead to a good result, which will make it difficult for you to choose and make you lose confidence. Ma Yun, the man of the hour, was doomed to fail when many people denied his idea, but he persisted and has now become the leader of the Internet in China. Is it that important what others say about you? Silent efforts to succeed is king, just like the magical four pumpkins.
Living in a crowd, you can't avoid hearing voices from all directions and being influenced by them. Looking back, I found that although the road of life needs our own choices, we also need other people's advice. No one is always smart. When you really make a mistake and go the wrong way, you must consider and adopt other people's kind reminders. At the same time, the evaluation, criticism, even ridicule and accusation around you will sometimes become the driving force for your growth. Ignoring them completely will make you overextend yourself and stay away from the crowd. Is this really good? The pumpkin that grows silently must have heard the comments around it before it tries to grow and want to prove its existence. Everyone needs to see their own value, right?
What is the ending of the pumpkin story? Maybe everyone has their own different ideas. I think more people will want pumpkin to make a debut and make a perfect curtain call.
I always feel indescribable joy when I think of giving pigs an injection two days ago.
That day, my old sow got sick just after giving birth to her piglets. She has a fever all over and doesn't want to eat or even touch her pig. I was so anxious that my father couldn't eat, so I rode my bike to the veterinary station to buy medicine. After a while, my father came back with a box of potions and said that he had given the pig an injection and would be fine. Mom is not at home, and dad asked me to do a favor. He caught the pig and asked me to give it an injection. I'm a little embarrassed: the nurse gave me an injection, and I'm not afraid, but it's the first time for me to give an injection to a pig. Dad went to the pigsty and grabbed the old sow's ear and asked me to stick a needle there. My hand holding the needle kept shaking. I'm afraid I can't play well. Dad said it doesn't matter, and urged me to hurry. I shook my body hard and stuck the needle down, but the old sow grinned at me before I finished drinking the potion. I panicked, pulled out the needle and ran. I didn't expect the needle to fall on the pig's ear. The old sow turned around in pain, her nostrils and mouth panting.
Dad saw that I was a child after all, so I had to come by myself, but the old sow didn't listen, and she also learned from her mistakes. The old sow saw her father holding a needle in his hand and turned around the pigsty to prevent her from pricking. No way, my father had to give me another injection and gave me some instructions with such a heavy gesture. Looking at my father's trusting eyes, I got up the courage to cooperate with my father to give an injection to the old sow. Dad stepped into the pigsty and said a good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Don't try to cure it if you are afraid of pain. It is much easier for the old sow to see her father's empty hands and a group of starving piglets around her.
I hid behind me with a syringe in my hand and acted according to circumstances. When my dad coaxed the old sow to the door of the pigsty, he grabbed the pig's two big ears and said, prick. I quickly reached out the needle tube, aimed at the position, stuck it hard, and pressed the medicine down as much as possible. The old sow screamed twice in pain.
Finally succeeded! I feel very excited. I didn't think I could give an injection to a pig. I can also be an animal doctor!
Dad smiled at me, like congratulations and encouragement.
I am a little ant with a dark body. In the animal world, danger is everywhere. Today, a particularly dangerous thing happened to me.
At noon, I stood under a piece of grass and quietly observed the surrounding environment. Suddenly, only a few cheerful voices were heard. Then, a pair of big watery eyes stared at me, and my face turned red with fear. After all, she is also a girl! However, what I never expected was that this boy tried to kill me.
He moved slowly and stepped on my head. Fortunately, I was quick-witted and hurried past. Well, I'm finally relieved. But he seems a little unwilling, so he presses it with his hand when he can't step on it. He closed his left eye, pointed his forefinger at me, and his finger pressed down. But I can run. After he aimed, I ran as fast as I could. After six cycles, he seemed to see my thoughts. Grab me with your hand. I quickly turned and ran, but I couldn't outrun him any more. He arrested me immediately. I put it in a bottle and stuffed it into his schoolbag, so it was dark all around me.
After a while, I heard a little girl's voice. I think it should be that boy's sister. As soon as the little boy came back, he went to her sister and said mysteriously, "I caught an ant today, that's all."
My sister said, "Wow! He is so cute, give it to me! " "Well, here you are." The boy said. The girl ran back happily with the bottle containing me, ran into their yard and put me on the table from the bottle. After feeding me some bread, he released me.
The back of the little girl touched my heart deeply, yes! Each of us should treat everything in the world with our heart. No matter how small or big it is, treat it with love.
The son said, "Father's love is like air. It is around and will never go far."
The son said, "My father is unsmiling and often hangs a serious expression on his face, but this can't hide his deep love for me."
The son said: "Father's love is like the vast sea, more magnificent than maternal love;" Such as fierce flame, rougher than maternal love; Such as morning glory, is more hidden than maternal love. "
My father is introverted and can't express his feelings very well. Moreover, I am basically responsible for children's study, reading, eating and drinking Lazar's life. I often tell my children's fathers that their fathers are their sons' playmates, so you should communicate with them more, because they are sons, not daughters. The father tried to get close to his son, doing experiments with him, practicing calligraphy, chatting together, discussing problems together, traveling together, looking at the warm picture of their father and son together, and trying to record that warm moment in words.
The story of this photo happened on May Day last year, and our family of three came to Green Manor. Feel the beauty of spring, listen to the beauty of birds and appreciate the beauty of flowers. Unconsciously, I came to the artificial lake, and there were many people, rowing in line with the children.
Perhaps it is a little tired from walking. Both father and son are sitting on the shore of the artificial lake, enjoying the boat wandering in the small lake. My son suddenly found that many insects can walk like flying on water. He asked his father puzzled, "What kind of insect is this? Why can it walk freely on the water without getting stuck in the water? " . My father's hometown is near the Yellow River, and I have been familiar with this insect called water strider since I was a child. This photo shows my father introducing this insect to my child water strider. Look, when they are observing, they are communicating. Seriously, it's really cute.
Water strider uses the special micro-nano structure of its legs to effectively absorb the air in the gap between these micro-bristles and the co-rotating spiral nano-grooves, and forms a stable air film on its surface, which hinders the penetration of water droplets, showing the super-hydrophobic characteristics of water strider's legs macroscopically. It is this super-heavy load capacity that makes water strider move freely on the water, and even in the case of storms and fast currents, water strider will not sink. Moreover, it also uses the surface tension of water to eject forward on the water surface at a speed of up to 960 kilometers per hour.
Dad spoke very seriously and his son enjoyed it. He really doesn't want to disturb them. I took the camera, but I couldn't find the right lens, because standing on the shore of the artificial lake, I couldn't see their focused faces and could only lean sideways, but I still recorded the most authentic father-son relationship in the shutter!
This photo is a souvenir of our skiing in the Departure Park after the snow on the night of 20xx. Looking at the expressions of the father and son in the photo, you must think there must be something happy behind their smiles.
Yes, their happiness comes from their dispute over a certain issue. No one will admit defeat, and everyone thinks he is right. At this time, I never participate in their disputes, because I don't want to be the key to solving the problem, because I like to watch their father and son argue about their own views.
On a snowy day, when it snows, I don't feel how cold it is, but why do I feel cold when the snow melts? Why? This question was put forward by my son. Really stumped my father who graduated from college physics and said, "It's really hard to say." My son smiled at this. This question is so difficult. Let me give the answer, that is: "The reason why it snows is not cold is that it seems to cover the earth with a quilt, which melts and absorbs heat."
Dad thought for a while and thought it was not unreasonable, but he still expressed his opinion that it was related to the cause of snowfall. In winter, before or when it snows, warm and humid air currents are generally active, southwest winds blow at high altitude, and water vapor condenses into snowflakes, which also releases a certain amount of heat, so that the weather will not be very cold before or when it snows. After the snowfall, the weather turns fine, usually accompanied by cold air heading south and high altitude turning northerly. The ground is controlled by cold air mass, and the temperature will obviously drop.
In the discussion, the family gained knowledge and affection, which is great!
This photo was taken at home last week. My son was very excited when he came back from school in the afternoon. Before he left his schoolbag, he shouted, "Dad, show me my physics paper quickly. I think I can get full marks in physics this month. " Before I finished, I hurriedly opened my schoolbag and took out my physics paper.
At the moment, I am also very happy. I am busy greeting my father to help the children look at it. I undertook all the tasks of cooking. Father and son argued about something while watching, and heard their laughter from time to time. After a while, I heard my father say, "son, you are really something." You did this problem correctly. This is a difficult and error-prone point. There must be many students in your class who are wrong. " "That's for sure. Who am I? I am a genius in physics. " My son, who has always been obsessed with physical chemistry, seems to be overconfident.
Hearing their laughter, I still couldn't help coming from the kitchen to the living room, seeing the warm scene of the father and son, and picking up the phone to record this moment.
However, there is still a question that my father questioned. Finally, after his father's analysis and explanation, his son really realized that he had a problem. The perfect score is gone, and my son seems a little lost. But dad said that this set of questions is not simple, although it is not perfect, it will definitely be the highest score in your class, and his smiling face and self-confidence are back.
The story behind the photo is an expression of true love between father and son. Father is an indispensable role in children's growth, and father represents infinite strength and strong dependence in children's eyes. It's good to have a father's company when my son grows up!
Father's love is like air, always around, never far away!
Six-grade story composition 7 books, what a simple and ordinary eye! However, it occupies a very high position in my heart. In the long river of memory, there is always a "book story" rippling in my mind, and I have formed an indissoluble bond with books. Whenever I hold a book with a cover, I can't help thinking of the past. ...
How important books are to me! If I believe that life comes first, then books must be second only to life-second. I have cried for books, and I have been sad for books. Maybe this is my attachment to books. Every time I read a book "Retirement", I feel extremely sad, just like digging half my flesh. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. How can I have the heart to dig up my own flesh and blood?
At first, I was intoxicated with Grimm's fairy tales and Andersen's fairy tales. What a touching story and kind and beautiful people! From How Steel was Tempered to Biographies of World Celebrities, I strongly realized the meaning of life in Qian Qian's indomitable struggle. San Mao, the protagonist of the comic book San Mao Wandering, makes me feel that today's happy life is hard-won, and they always urge me to work hard for my ideal goal.
Gradually, my interest turned to science books. From the first knowledge series I came into contact with "100,000 Why", I don't know how many question marks I have solved and how much fresh knowledge I have seen. I realized that to increase knowledge and seek truth, we must ask why it is the golden key to open the door of knowledge in everything. Then I went to an encyclopedia or something, which benefited me a lot. It should be said that if there is no doubt, there is no courage to break into the door of science.
Books are my closest friends and my best silent teacher. It helps me solve problems in my life and study, and also gives me knowledge and strength. Knowledge is like the sea, boundless. In my life, books are like a boat, taking me on a long voyage and taking me to the other side of knowledge. Books also let me go to the vast scientific field to cultivate and discover the mysteries about human beings! How can you say that all this is not a gift from books?
On the morning of an owl in a smoky house, the Swiss Watch Museum has not yet opened, but a new watch developed by top technology has just woken up. It opened its sleepy eyes and suddenly found a quaint and elegant ancient watch on the booth next to it.
The new watch looks down on the old watch, and the more it looks, the less pleasing it looks, so it wakes it up and shows off loudly: "Who are you?" I'm in rags and my face is gray. As the most advanced watch in the world, how can I put it with you? "The ancient watch was speechless and listened quietly. After a while, the museum opened, men, women and children flocked in, and suddenly there was a sea of people. The new watch proudly said, "See? They all came to see my famous high-tech products. "But the fact is not as it imagined. People only look at the new watch and turn their eyes to the old one happily. A man with a long beard asked the price of an ancient watch and wanted to buy it.
The new watch finally understands that although the old watch is in tatters, it is also valuable for collection. No one is perfect, and the poker table is endless. As the saying goes, the ruler has his strengths, the inch has his strengths, and no one is perfect.
It was late at night, and there was no deafening new watch display in the clock museum, only the cicada singing outside the window.
When the New Year comes, every household hangs lanterns, sticks couplets and sets off firecrackers. Do you know why? Let me tell you something! Legend has it that the "Xi" on New Year's Eve is a kind of monster that will come out to hurt people, but this monster is afraid of red and firecrackers. In order to get rid of this monster, people hang lanterns, put up couplets and set off firecrackers during the New Year, so that people can live a happy life. This is the legendary New Year's Eve.
Although setting off firecrackers is a happy thing and a favorite thing for children, we should also pay attention to safety!
The new year is coming, and the children are wearing beautiful clothes and carrying all kinds of firecrackers happily. They came to the yard to prepare firecrackers. I also came to the yard with my good friend Li Ning to set off firecrackers with everyone. The children scrambled to set off firecrackers. Some firecrackers are fireworks with various patterns, some are like scattered flowers of fairies, some are like butterflies flying, some are like stars lighting, and some are like blooming sunflowers-colorful and dazzling. At this time, Li Ning couldn't wait to put firecrackers on the ground. I saw its front legs hunched, its rear legs half bowed, and it bent down to light firecrackers. He saw red fireballs like fire, purple like grapes and orange like oranges. Bang, bang, bang went straight into the sky like a rocket launch. Everyone clapped their hands happily, danced happily and sang happily. Suddenly, the firecrackers went out. At this time, everyone said in unison: "What's the matter? It's over so soon? " Li Ning thought, "Impossible!" So Li Ning went to the firecrackers and picked them up. At this moment, suddenly firecrackers were set off again. At this time, Li Ning was burned and kept shouting. Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene. Some children ran home, and some children shouted "Help! Help! " Some children were scared to cry. A child ran to Li Ning's house and told his parents. At this time, I hurried home and dialed 120 emergency number. After a while, Li Ning's parents came and the ambulance arrived. The doctor and Li Ning's parents carried him to the ambulance, and Li Ning's best friend and I came to the hospital with them. The doctors took Li Ning to the emergency room. I don't know if he will-I dare not think about it any more. My heart is pounding like a rabbit. I don't know how long it took, but the doctor finally came out and said to us, "Li Ning is no longer in danger. We have bandaged him!" " "At this time, my heart began to gradually calm down, as if a big stone finally fell to the ground. When we came to his bedside, Li Ning and his mother hugged each other tightly and kept saying, "I must pay attention to safety in the future, I must pay attention to safety in the future!" Li Ning hugged me, too, and tears blurred my eyes.
This incident left us with a profound lesson. No matter what you do, you should pay attention to safety first, then be careful and serious, and be calm, witty and brave when you encounter something. If children set off firecrackers, they must be supervised by their parents.
Sixth grade story composition 10 hello everyone! I am a sign standing next to the station. People wrote five big characters on me, "Mother and son get on the bus", which is convenient for me to get on the bus and serve mother and son. But today, several "fake illiterates" occupied the mother-infant boarding house, and I was very angry. Let me tell you something about this kind of "fake illiteracy" occupying the place where mother and son board! "
Today is a sunny Sunday afternoon, because it is a weekend, there are many people traveling and the station is crowded with people. I just sent a group of passengers away. Because of the confusion just now, I spent a lot of effort to get the order in order. At the moment, I am resting. Suddenly, a man in his forties came to the front of the maternal and child boarding house. "Isn't this the place where mother and son board?" Can't he read? Didn't you see what I said? "I wonder in my heart. Ten seconds later, two middle-aged men came again. They seem to see a man standing at the mother-child boarding gate, emboldened himself and walked to the mother-child boarding gate to queue up. Soon, people waiting in line for the bus filled the whole station. At this time, a middle-aged woman walked to the station with a child in her arms. When she saw several men occupying the boarding position of mother and son, she asked the first man, "This gentleman, isn't this ..." Before she finished, the man interrupted her and said impatiently, "Don't yell in front of me, ask others questions. "The woman asked the second man again, but she was interrupted and insulted before she finished asking. I was angry with the two men and said, "Why are you so unreasonable? "! What's wrong with occupying the mother and son's boarding house, saying nothing, saying nothing when others have problems, and insulting others! Besides, you're all in suits, gold and silver, and your shoes are spotless. What an illiterate! But the station was crowded with people and the noise drowned out my words. Those people didn't hear what I said ...
More than a minute later, the first bus pulled into the station, but the woman was squeezed behind by the man and others standing at the bus stop between mother and son, and no one could get on the bus. The second bus also pulled into the station, but the woman was pushed back by the crowd who failed to get on the first bus and failed to get on the bus. When the third and fourth cars pulled in, the women didn't get on either ... until the seventh bus pulled in, the women didn't get on.
In this country with civilized society and developed economy and education, there will be no illiteracy, let alone in a prosperous big city. We should teach those "fake illiterates" a good lesson.