In the long river of my memory, although some things have been forgotten by me, one thing has been deeply imprinted in my heart. It's like a shining shell on the beach.
One day, I caught a bus. After several stops, a mother and daughter got on the bus. The child staggered to his feet. The child may be only three or four years old. I immediately got up and sat down, and my aunt said to the child, "Come on, thank you, sister!" " The child looked at me, then at her mother and whispered to me, "Thank you, thank you." ... sister. "I thought, the child may be a little timid around strangers. I smiled at her and looked out of the window. Just then, I heard a passage-
"Mom, where are we going?" The child asked curiously. "Let's go to McDonald's!" Aunt replied. "Then I'll eat French fries. Can I buy it? " The child asked sensibly. "Of course!" Aunt readily agreed, and the child's face showed a knowing smile. The child asked, "Where's Dad? Is dad here? " "dad! He has a cold, and he has an intravenous drip in the hospital! " When the child heard the news, the smile on his face disappeared and he became depressed. "That-let's pack French fries for dad to eat. Dad's hand is ice, so it won't be ice after eating French fries. " "Well, how many are you going to take back to Dad?" Aunt asked doubtfully, the child didn't answer immediately, and kept saying: one, two, three ... fingers don't listen and still count.
In this way, the aunt waited for a long time, and the child firmly replied: "I eat 4, my mother eats 6, and I want to give it to my father 10! ! "Aunt stared at the child and lovingly stroked the child's head and said," What a good child! " "Hearing this, the child and a knowing smile. The child looked at his aunt for a while, and his eyes seemed to say, mom, mom, no, dad's hands are ice. Eat too little 10, too little!
The child suddenly said, "No, dad eats so little, and his hands will still be cold." I'm going to take 100 for my father! " No, 1000! ! "Say that finish, I took out my chubby fingers and made a gesture of" 1 "... I suddenly felt that winter was no longer cold and everywhere was full of warmth. Tears on both sides of my cheeks blurred my eyes.
This shell is getting brighter and brighter under the scouring of the sea. I want to keep this shell in my heart forever!
One thing that impressed me the most: Composition 2:
On Sunday night, my father and I were watching the cooking competition. During the competition, I heard that there was a young man who could continuously stir eggs for 45 minutes.
Then, my dad said to me, if you can stir eggs for 45 minutes like this young man? If you can do it, I will grant you a wish. I thought it was easy, so I readily agreed. I picked up an egg first and knocked on the lower left corner of the table. Hey! Why is there a small hole? I put my thumb on the edge of the hole and pulled it. The eggshell cracked and the egg white and yolk fell into the bowl. I picked up chopsticks, waved my hands up and down and stirred for a while. Oh, where are the egg whites and yolks? Oh, it turns out that egg white and egg yolk are mixed together and become a yellow liquid.
I think it's good to stir eggs. I thought so at first, but then I didn't think so. My hands are very sour. When I want to give up, my father said to me,' No matter what you do, don't give up, just stick to it.' Listen to dad. I will try my best. Finally, the eggs are stirred for 45 minutes. My heart is as sweet as honey.
One thing that impressed me the most Composition 3:
In the ocean I remember, there are many waves, and the biggest wave is the one that impressed me the most.
Early in the morning, I rushed to the morning "composition writing class" in high spirits. In the classroom, students get together in twos and threes to chat. After class, xu teacher took out a stack of notebooks and looked embarrassed. He looked around at his classmates and said, "Teacher, here is a notebook, which is different from other notebooks and looks very nice." Then the teacher held up the book. "Who should I give this book to?" The students swished their heads at the eye-catching books, and my eyes moved there involuntarily. That book is really beautiful. There are several cirrus clouds in the blue sky, the blue sea is beating against the coast, and a leafy coconut tree is bathed in sunshine.
There was silence in the classroom, as if a needle had fallen to the ground and you could hear it. At this moment, a voice broke the silence. It turned out that Ai Xi was talking. His face is as red as a ripe apple. He said, "Give it to me!" "As soon as he finished, the whole class burst into laughter. Some students thought it should be given to me because I got good grades in Chinese. Some people think it should be given to Cai Zhongzheng because he is good at sports. Others think it should be decided by lottery. Everyone is arguing and the classroom explodes.
Finally, xu teacher decided to put the book in the middle of ordinary books, and everyone agreed who would pass it on. When this book reached my good friend Zhu Ziyan's seat, it showed its true colors. I saw Zhu Ziyan pull out a book from below without hesitation, and then handed back this beautiful book and the rest of the books. The students at the back, like Zhu Ziyan Zhang Wenhao, who sat at the end, had no choice but to get the book, but he casually gave it to Ai Xi, and applause rang out in the classroom.
This incident made me see the humility of students. In a group, we are humble and friendly to each other, always thinking of others, and everyone wants to leave good things to others. Then we will be a United, harmonious and happy group, as the advertisement says, "It's really good to be nice to everyone!"
What impressed me the most was composition 4:
Many things happen every day, but there is one thing that makes me more impressed and loves you more.
I remember it was a day two years ago. My mother and I went to the hospital to visit my sick uncle. When we arrived at the hospital, he greeted me warmly. "Xiao Wei, come on, play poker with my uncle for a while. Staying in the hospital all day will suffocate my uncle. " With that, I took out my poker from under my pillow and shuffled it skillfully. It was ok at first, but then my uncle began to cheat. I hit five first, then he hit six, but a five and a seven were added between the two sixes. No wonder my hands are shaking and my eyes are spinning. It was a trick. I quickly took out the cards that my uncle had just played and said, "Uncle Lai Pi!" " "My uncle soon denied it, and I quickly took out evidence to refute it, but he still refused to admit it. I was a little anxious and got into a mess with my uncle.
Seeing this, my mother quickly pulled me away and whispered to me, "Grandpa is very ill. In the process of playing poker, he held back his physical pain. In order to make me happy, he deliberately pretended to be derailed. " I was moved to tears, but my mother said, "don't cry, don't let grandpa see it." Grandpa endured physical pain and played with you just to leave you happiness, okay? " "Well, Mom, I see." I looked at my uncle who was leaning against the hospital bed and thought: No wonder he looks a little pale. It turns out that he has been suffering!
It's been two years since this incident, and my uncle's illness has long been cured. Maybe he has forgotten it for a long time, but I have deeply remembered it in my heart and can't forget it for a long time. It is my uncle's spirit of self-sacrifice that makes me feel that he would rather endure physical discomfort and leave happiness to others, which impressed me deeply.
One thing that impressed me the most Composition 5:
So far, what impressed me most is that my father taught me to play tennis.
That morning, my parents and I got up early and went straight to the park.
In the park, my father taught me to serve first. Look, dad has a racket in one hand, a ball in the other and a ball hanging high in the sky in his left hand. The right hand swung the ball hard and the tennis ball flew straight at me. As soon as I bent down, the tennis ball flew over my head. How beautiful! I tried to serve once. I took it and weighed it, only to know that the tennis ball was too heavy and the racket was almost too heavy to lift. I followed my father's example and threw the ball into the sky. More than a dozen times, the balls fell into the grass. I didn't give up. I still learned from my father and threw the ball up. I hit my dad a dozen times. I'm so happy! I served another ball, but it didn't work. After repeated practice, the problem was finally solved. Finally, I learned to serve.
Dad taught me to hit the ball again. I thought playing tennis was easy, but I didn't expect it to be. Dad sent me a ball and I hit it. It went well this time, but it didn't go well later. After repeated efforts, I finally learned the basic movements of playing tennis.
As soon as I learned this, I offered to compete with my father. First of all, I won a precious point first, and my father caught up with me. I only played for more than 20 minutes. I am exhausted. I think of tennis players who participated in the Olympic Games. They went through a lot of hardships to get where they are today. I want to learn from them.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. It always inspires me to learn nothing.
What impressed me most in my childhood memory was that my father taught me to play tennis. .
It's a sunny morning. My parents and I get up early. We put on our sports clothes and tennis rackets and went straight to the tennis court near my home.
When we arrived at the tennis court, we took out our rackets and balls and started "class". My father taught me to serve first, only to see my father holding a racket in one hand and a ball in the other, and throwing the ball high into the sky with his left hand. The right hand swung the ball hard and the tennis ball flew straight at me. As soon as I bent down, the tennis ball flew over my head. How beautiful! I tried to serve once. I took the ball and weighed it, only to know that the tennis ball was too heavy and the racket was almost too heavy to lift. I followed my father's example and threw the ball into the sky. More than a dozen times, the balls fell into the grass. I couldn't hit the ball several times. My mother encouraged me: "Try again!" I didn't give up. I learned from my father and threw the ball up. If I hit it hard, it will be considered as "blind cat meets dead mouse" I was so happy that I hit my father at once! I served another ball, but it didn't work. After repeated practice, the problem was finally solved. Finally, I learned to serve.
Then dad taught me to catch the ball. I thought playing tennis was easy, but I didn't expect it to be. My father gave me a ball tenderly and I hit it. It went well this time, but it didn't go well later. After repeated efforts, I finally learned the basic movements of playing tennis.
As soon as I learned this, I offered to compete with my father. First of all, I won a precious point first, and my father caught up with me. I only played for more than 20 minutes. I am exhausted. I think of tennis players who participated in the Olympic Games. They went through a lot of hardships to get where they are today. I deeply feel that plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly. It always inspired me, because then I realized that I couldn't give up anything.