The sixth grade is excellent
In the winter morning, the branches outside the window are covered with snow, and the room seems to have been soaked in cold water. The temperature is much lower than usual. I was wearing a thin blue pajamas and couldn't wait to jump out of bed. I rushed out of the bedroom without thickening my clothes. Knock, knock, knock. Walking slowly into the living room, the dining table has been filled with large and small gifts, colorful, with shiny ribbons.
? Thanks, mom. ? I can't hide my joy. I quickly took off the wrapping paper and tied the ribbon with my hand: this box is cookie chocolate, that is a white notebook, and there is a bag of compasses and various measuring rulers. Hey, what's in this flat dark blue box? I cast a questioning look at my mother in doubt. ? This is from my aunt. ? Mother smiled at me. I opened the box carefully and found a thick pop-up book with a red rectangle printed on the spine and white English in the middle? Lego? Words. The cover of the book is hard and smooth cardboard, and red Lego bricks and Lego dolls with different expressions can bounce.
I can't wait to open the first page, wow! Right in the middle is a red sports car that smells like paper and ink. The car body is 30cm long and10cm high. The golden headlights flashed proudly, and the light gray windshield stood on the white front hood. Pulling open the mechanism at the bottom of the page, a big red Lego dinosaur descended and flew to a tall palm tree, with his mouth wide open, as if roaring angrily. Pull the mechanism at the top of the page again, this time a red and yellow jet plane. I was surprised to find that my mouth couldn't close properly. My thumb and forefinger turned pages quickly, and my eyes wandered from page to page in these fantastic scenes. The last page turned out to be a fantastic world: a paper tower half a person high, a fast-moving high-speed rail leading to the entrance of the ancient pyramid, a dark medieval castle in front of the colorful Ferris wheel, a spaceship carrying couriers and vampires, and a fire truck parked on the pirate ship.
Looking through this cool pop-up book, I seem to see a tall and thin figure in front of me and ask me with a smile. Do you like yo-yo? My aunt lives in the south. Although she is thousands of miles away, she can only take her cousin back to Xi 'an to visit relatives every few years, but she always cares about me like her mother.
I have allergic rhinitis. As long as my aunt hears that there are drugs that have symptoms and no side effects, she will send me a big box: some are rhinitis sprays, some are anti-allergic probiotics, and some are medical nose washes. There is a small note attached to the parcel with detailed instructions on how to use them. As long as her doctor friend says the side effects are small, she will try her best to buy it and send it to me.
Not only has she always cared about her health, but her aunt has also sent southern dishes from time to time. From the ham in the Spring Festival and the meat dumplings in the Dragon Boat Festival, to the dried bamboo shoots and green beans in the National Day, and even when traveling, she will bring me delicious food. Last year, we received a postcard from Moscow when she went abroad with the group, and a big bag of Russian candy.
One summer vacation, my mother took me to see menstruation. She started preparing weeks in advance. First, I went to the nearby Children's Palace to inquire about the summer interest class, and then made a long-distance call to discuss with my mother to choose robot programming and taekwondo for me. When I arrived, I found that menstruation even specially decorated a study into a bedroom, and a soft bed was moved in, covered with blue and white sheets and white pillows. Tofu block? My quilt was neatly placed at the end of the bed, and a mosquito net was bought above the bed. My aunt winked at me, touched my head and said with a smile. Don't stay up too late at night. ?
Since I was in the sixth grade, my mother and my aunt have been exchanging the contents of further education on the phone, so every time my aunt sends me a package, it becomes all kinds of books, sometimes it is World War II, sometimes it is the origin of the universe, and sometimes it is a brief history of Europe. This time, my aunt must have listened to my mother again. I have a lot of homework every day, and I always miss the days when I could have fun with my family every day. So I carefully selected this Lego pop-up book, hoping to catch my breath and relax after finishing my homework.