There are only three people in my family, father, mother and me.
Dad: Dad lost his temper. It's terrible. Because when dad lost his temper, his voice was as loud as thunder and he was deaf. However, my father will tease me when he is gentle. If he flirts gently, it doesn't matter. I'll lose Jin Doudou if he teases me a lot. Just because dad is angry, it stands for red.
Mom: Whenever I come home late, my mother will lose her temper like my father, which makes me very scared. Sometimes it makes me think about not eating, but I know my mother is good to me. I remember once, my teacher asked me to run a Christmas edition newspaper with my classmate Wang Yifan. After school, we went directly to her house, finished our homework together and began to prepare materials. By the time everything was finished, it was dark. Then I remembered that I forgot to call my mother, but as soon as the phone was connected, there was no sound when I came back soon. I feel uncomfortable and uneasy. When my classmates saw me downstairs, my mother was already waiting there. I wanted to wait for training, but my mother only said, hurry up. Because mother has a bad temper, it means orange.
Me: I am called a "sloppy egg" by my parents, because I always fail to get high marks in exams, and almost all my mistakes are simple. Once I took four plus eight as four plus three, and the result was wrong. But unless something unfortunate happens,
I always have a bright smile on my face, so I represent bright yellow.
This is my color palette. How about it?
Innovation is the ladder of human progress, and you must be original to grow. Don't be afraid to climb mountains because they are high.
Don't be afraid to sail because of the depth of the sea.
Once I went to a friend's house to play, Xiaochuang told me that he had a small innovation. I know Xiaochuang is a maker, so I want to witness his little invention with my own eyes.
I saw that he found hard paper, scissors and double-sided tape and started his wonderful design. After a busy morning, his works finally appeared in front of me. I was shocked. He is a rectangular pencil box with a dove on the left. He is lifelike, with white feathers and a pair of red eyes that can turn. There are two small red flowers in the lower right corner, which are lifelike.
This pencil-box is divided into three layers, the upper layer has a curriculum, and the left side is equipped with a small mirror and exquisite lights. He said that the little lamp could shine in our study at night. We don't need a desk lamp, but the switch will be on, so we can concentrate on our homework.
You can put a pencil sharpener and a small music box on the middle floor. Put the ruler, scissors and pen on the first floor. This little music box can make us sing sweetly when we are distracted in class and cheer us up again.
This gizmo is only a small part of the gizmo. He is a famous maker in our school and my best friend.
Innovation is a golden key that can open the door to dreams, a clear spring that can water the dried-up soul, and a burning torch that illuminates the road to the future.
My grandfather was born in rural Fujian. Grandpa studied hard when he was a child. Now grandpa has a big box for tools at home. This box is the book box that Grandpa used at school. He learned from it and used it all the time in his work. Through unremitting efforts, grandpa was admitted to the famous Nanjing University.
After graduating from college, grandpa first worked in the army and then worked in a factory after demobilization. Later, I went to a university to teach.
Grandpa has great strength. When grandpa was young, once he and grandma took their father to visit Mount Tai. Because he was afraid of being thirsty after going up the mountain, grandpa bought two watermelons to take with him. By the eighteenth set, my father couldn't walk any further. Grandpa carried his father on his back, holding two watermelons, and flew from eighteen plates to the worse gate.
Usually eat. Sometimes, grandpa will give all the delicious food to others. Every time he eats fish, he eats fish head and fish tail first. There is not much meat, and he says he likes this best. This reminds me of the saying in "Super Grandma of Saga" that "the care that people can't perceive is the real consideration."
Over time, grandpa is old, his legs and feet are inconvenient, and sometimes it hurts. But for me, rain or shine, grandpa will come and cook lunch for me. Grandpa is so good to me! I must study hard, smooth the wrinkles on my grandpa's face with my little progress, and make my dear grandpa smile often!
I am a lively girl, full of curiosity about things around me, so I like to do some strange things.
I remember once, my mother bought a cactus. When I was taking something, I accidentally touched a cactus thorn, and my hands were numb and hurt. I was curious and thought: Why does cactus have thorns? I went to ask my mother, and her mother said that because cactus used to grow in the desert, there was almost no water in the desert. In order to survive, cactus leaves gradually turned into thorns.
I thought again: since leaves have become thorns because of lack of water, can't thorns be changed into leaves again by adding water? So the cactus won't sting my hand again! Do it. I poured three pots of water into the cactus. Three days later, the prickles of cactus not only did not turn into leaves, but also the top began to turn yellow. Plants are yellow when they are dying. I thought they had a problem, so I asked my mother. As soon as my mother heard this, she ran to the cactus and said sadly, "Why are you so stupid?" It's not that simple to turn cactus thorns into leaves. At least evolution! Do you think plants are superman, and they change as they say? Alas, a good plate of plants was destroyed by you! "Hearing this, my mother regretted it very much. I thought I could keep everyone from being stung by cactus, but I killed the cactus. It really worked.
This may be that life is full of learning!
I think you will have troubles, right? I'll tell you what my troubles are.
My short head, my short head, because I sit in the third row from grade one to grade four! I'm afraid I'll be in the second row in fifth grade. Once I said to my mother, "I wish I could sit in the fourth row in the fifth grade." Mom said, "You are taller, others are taller!" " "I hate my short head.
My "poor study" (subjects), poor academic performance! My highest score: English 94, Chinese 92, Science 89, Math 92. No matter how hard I try, my grades are still poor.
My trouble is about my sister, who is willful and naughty ... once, her fan was broken by her, but she said I broke it, which led me to be beaten by my mother with chopsticks. I still have three marks on my left arm!
This concerns my health. My body is very thin. Recently, I have a lot of pimples. My mother said that those pimples broke out because of the high humidity. My mother also said that our family's resistance is too poor.
Alas! I hope all my troubles will disappear. That would be great.
In the fourth grade of primary school, classes begin. Teacher Yuan stood at the door of the classroom with a serious expression, as if to say, "Students, stop talking!" " The students immediately quieted down.
Miss Yuan came into the classroom, stood on the platform, held out her right hand, and put her palm upward toward Ye Zipa, so that Ye Er Pa could organize classes.
At the beginning of the lecture, Mr. Yuan found Mao Hanyu and asked, "What's Song Wu's nickname?" Mao said hesitantly, "hmm ... that walker." After listening to Mao's answer, Teacher Yuan shook hands with Mao. What does this mean? Facts have proved that this is correct.
Then, Teacher Yuan asked "Table Tennis" to answer the questions. After Luo Mingyu answered correctly, Teacher Yuan patted Luo Mingyu on the head and asked him to sit down. Another silent language.
After appreciating the teacher's silent language, let's talk about the students' "underground homework"!
In class, Guo Xijin heard Yang Tianxing and Huang Zhiyuan whispering, whispering. He didn't tell them for the sake of their good friends. Guo put his forefinger on his lips. "shh!" However, Huang Zhiyuan and Yang Tianxing regard Guo Xijin as air, and their voices are getting louder and louder. Guo Xijin had no choice but to use their magic weapon-raise your hand. And Yang Tianxing hurriedly shut up and looked at Guo with begging eyes. Guo gave them a hard stare and put down his hand.
Silent language allows us to express more meanings and enrich our lives.
On the table beside my bed, there is a clever little alarm clock. Every morning, it wakes me up with "Di Rinrin …" on time. At night, it will "tick ……" to accompany me into a sweet dream.
It happens every day. As long as you wind it up, it will tell you the exact Beijing time at any time.
It was an exquisite little alarm clock, with a sky-blue body, a silvery white hat and a small ring stuck on it. At its bottom is a roaring tiger. The silvery white neck is wrapped around its short neck, which adds to its shape.
Its surface is a light gray aluminum disk marked with numbers and squares. The second hand, minute hand and hour hand protrude from the middle of the disc. They run marathons day and night, and you chase after me. Xiaohua Mall at the lower right of them is like a referee, staring at them smartly, for fear of letting competitors' footprints go. If you look from the side, Xiaohua Mall seems to be shouting, "Come on! Come on! " No matter how it shouted, the final result was: the second hand won the championship again, the minute hand won the second place, and the hour hand won the third place.
There are many small parts on the back of it, which can be wound, adjusted and controlled to ring or not. Its back cover can be opened, so that you can lubricate, repair and replace parts in time. ...
This is my little alarm clock.