I haven't been able to sleep honestly for a night since I came out of my mother's stomach. Every night before going to bed, grandma has to "queue up": a row of armchairs surround the bed as sentries, a quilt blocks the left and right sides of the bed, and two or three pillows are piled on the bed. Despite the "triple insurance", the quilt and pillow were expelled from the "bed" the next morning, and the nose naturally fell into a "traffic jam"-a bad cold and had to go to the hospital for intravenous drip. To this end, grandma broke her heart.
Last autumn, I often had nosebleeds. Grandma took me to see a doctor. The doctor said that my internal fire was too strong and suggested that I drink more chrysanthemum tea. Grandma shook her head and said, "She also drank a lot of chrysanthemum tea, and it didn't work at all." The doctor also suggested that grandma sew a chrysanthemum pillow for me to try. Hearing this, my grandmother sent me home first and said that she would go around.
When my grandmother came home panting, my parents and I had almost finished lunch. Holding a bulging plastic bag in her arms, she proudly said, "Today, I can find a' land of feng shui'. There is a wasteland at the end of Lianhua Road, where there are many wild chrysanthemums. I have to prepare a big bag to pick up tomorrow. " Looking at her as happy as a child, my nose is a little sour, the road is so far, and my grandmother is so old. ...
In the following week, grandma, like a bee, walked around the flowers all day, picking, washing, drying and collecting ... Finally, the chrysanthemum pillow was made and gave off a faint chrysanthemum fragrance. I took it in my hand and weighed it. Not to mention, I haven't had a nosebleed since I slept with this chrysanthemum pillow.
Autumn came and winter came. Grandma asked my uncle to buy a few catties of buckwheat skin and sew me some big pillows. Spring has gone, summer has come, and grandma has run all over the streets to choose a light and breathable cold pillow for me. The wheels of the season turn and turn, and my pillows are changed one after another. The only constant is the deep love hidden in the pillow!
I think the word "cooking" is familiar to everyone, and I have experienced it myself. I saw my mother cooking fried rice with eggs in the morning, so I asked her to teach me. At first my mother didn't agree, but after three entreaties, my mother finally agreed and began to teach me.
I fire first, then pour the oil, and then I bring two eggs. I break the eggs first, then put them in a bowl, stir them with chopsticks, and then pour them into the pot. Then I quickly cut the ham, stir-fry it with the eggs, then pour in the rice, add the seasoning, and finally add the onion when it is almost out of the pot. I took the plate, turned off the fire, and cooked the fried rice with eggs, so that the fried rice with eggs was ready.
Then, I served it to my mother, who tasted it and said, "Fried rice with eggs is good, keep working hard." I smiled happily.
Ah, cooking is really difficult, but as long as you work hard, you will succeed!
On Friday morning, the teacher took us to the playground to fly kites. Everyone ran happily to the playground with their prepared kites. When all the students were here, Mr. Liu ordered: "Students, start playing!" " "As soon as the teacher stopped speaking, the students picked up their kites.
Wow! There are too many kinds of kites! There are funny Donald Duck, clever and lovely Mickey Mouse, fierce eagle, exquisite and dexterous plane, and dancing flower kites … all kinds of colorful and beautiful. Ah! Li Xinyang's plane kite flew. After a while, Huang Yong's kite also flew. But accidentally, Li Xinyang's kite hung on the tree. Miss Liu tried to save Li Xinyang's kite. I was about to pick up the kite and fly it when Chen Zhengyi saw it and said, "Let me help you with the kite!" " "I nodded happily. So, I took the spool in my hand, and Chen Zhengyi lifted the kite with both hands. I rushed out like an arrow, and Chen Zhengyi quickly let go of his hands. Wow! The kite is flying! How beautiful! But after flying for a few minutes, the wind doll suddenly disappeared, and the flying kite fell like a parachute. I picked up the kite, and Chen Zhengyi helped me fly again, but I still couldn't fly. We had a hard time leaving and running. Although the kite didn't fly high, it fell again and again. We are still very happy. This class is really interesting!