On Sunday, my mother was preparing dinner and couldn't leave. She asked me to go downstairs to the supermarket in the yard to buy mustard tuber. I readily agreed. My mother gave me twenty yuan, and I pushed my bike downstairs.
Downstairs, I quickly rode my bike to the supermarket. I accidentally fell down on the road. I don't care about pain. I quickly stood up, felt the money in my pocket and lay in it intact. This is reassuring, pick up the bike and continue to walk to the supermarket. When I arrived at the supermarket, I was dazzled by the dazzling array of goods. I walked around the supermarket several times, but I couldn't find a place to sell mustard tuber. Just when I was worried, the assistant aunt came kindly and asked kindly, "What do you want to buy, little friend?" "Buy mustard tuber." I said. My aunt showed me the shelves selling pickled mustard tuber, so I rushed over. I took the bag at hand and turned to leave. The mustard tuber next to it seems to say, "Master, take me with you, too. I am a famous brand mustard tuber with good quality! " I turned around and hesitated, thinking, "Yes, the quality of famous brand mustard tuber should be good." I took the bag of Fuling mustard tuber, paid the money, put the change back in my trouser pocket and rode home happily.
When I got home, my mother greeted me, saw the mustard tuber in my hand and the change I got back, and said happily, "You are great."
Today, we went to the flower market in Tianhe City.
Because there are too many cars and it is the Spring Festival, we can only take the BRT bus. As this is the first time to sit, there are many details we don't know yet. No, on the way to the station, we met some "troubles"-I saw many people swiping their cards and kept walking. "Ah, do I have to pay for this?" My sister was very surprised. "Isn't it: I planted this tree and opened this road, so I have to pass by and stay to buy money?" I said humorously. When I got on the bus, I didn't expect the driver's eldest brother to say that he had no money. I suddenly realized, "Haha" Dad smiled and said, "We are really hillbillies!"
In the blink of an eye, we arrived at our destination. Wow, not only flowers, but also delicious food. Look, the man who bought mutton kebabs, wearing a scarf and colorful clothes, danced while burning mutton kebabs, which made everyone laugh and everyone couldn't help jumping. Suddenly, it was as lively as a carnival. Oh, how interesting!
Better things are yet to come. After we enjoyed it, a "God of Wealth" appeared in front of us. He is dressed as a god of wealth. Hey, he has a long white beard. "Wow, everyone, look, the God of Wealth has come to the world!" My sister shouted loudly, but people have already flown to the "God of Wealth". We are attracted. The "God of Wealth" gave each of us a red envelope and said something like "Happy New Year and academic progress". In that case. After thanking us, we had a rest. I can't restrain my curiosity. What is this? I really want to see it. Sister can't wait to tear open the red envelope. "Hey, it's not money, I'm so happy!" Looking at my sister's disappointed expression, I curiously picked up the red envelope and looked at it. Oh, it's a lottery card! "You are too greedy for money!" I said to my disappointed sister. As soon as the voice fell, she jumped up and made a face at me and said, "People value money!" "This guy, if that's the case, then people all over the world don't go to work thinking about money! Then he became a greedy man!
Then, we enjoyed a wonderful dance performance. It's almost 5 o'clock, and we're home with a full load.
Haha, this trip to the flower market is really great, and there are still many gains!
The Spring Festival is the biggest national festival in China. During the Spring Festival, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere. This atmosphere is created through strong folk customs. Red Spring Festival couplets are posted on every door, red window grilles are posted on the windows, and firecrackers are set off in a crackling way.
Because fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed to be set off this year, the atmosphere of the New Year is much less. In order to make the New Year more interesting, we plan to spend year after year with our great-grandfathers, uncles and uncles. So we booked two tables in the hotel. We seldom get together before, but we are very happy to get together this time. When adults meet and chat with each other, children are happier and have fun together. When eating, you can also get a thick red envelope. We ate this meal for a long time with great excitement.
Soon after returning to China, the Spring Festival Gala will begin. The Spring Festival Gala is the most representative program of Chinese New Year. If you don't watch the Spring Festival Gala, you will feel that you are not in the Spring Festival. When watching the Spring Festival Gala, our family are watching jiaozi unconsciously. Twelve o'clock rang, and the New Year arrived after twelve o'clock. The thirtieth of this year is my happiest time.
The fourth chapter of the fourth grade diary "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my whole family is in the drizzle to pay homage to Tai Gong, who died three years ago.
Taigong is buried in Anxian Garden, a cemetery in the north of the city, about 20 kilometers away from my home. I sat in the speeding car, and my mind flashed with Taigong's kind face. Before Taigong died, I often followed my parents to visit him. Taigong is always happy. He always asks me if I want to eat this or that, lest I be hungry. Of course, sometimes they will ask me about my study, and then they will tell me seriously: study hard and then you will succeed! I always nod hard, and squire will smile with satisfaction. Just thinking, the car has turned into Anxian Garden, a cemetery more beautiful than the park. We came early, and there were not many people in the cemetery. Everyone looks serious and sad. Yes, who can be happy here?
Taigong's cemetery is on a hillside facing south. Dad said this position is very feng shui. Let's climb the stairs with sacrifices in our hands and heavy steps. The two pines and cypresses in Taigong cemetery have grown as tall as me, and they are green, just like holding two umbrellas for Taigong, which can protect them from the wind and rain. Presumably Taigong will be very satisfied living here! Dad pulled out the weeds around the cemetery, wiped the tombstone clean, and then placed the flower baskets and offerings in front of Taigong's grave. Grandpa poured the squire a glass of wine and spilled it on the grave. It turns out that Tai Gong loved to drink before his death. We must bring him wine when we come to see him, or the guild will blame us. Finally, we bow to the squire in turn according to the size of our generation, which means that our younger generation has visited the squire's old man's house. The mountain breeze blew, which made people sad, and my aunt shed tears.
When I left, I was still thinking, if Taigong is still alive, I must visit his old man's house more often, listen to him, study hard and make him happy. Walking, I couldn't help looking back at the cemetery of Taigong. Taigong, will you be lonely here alone? Will it be lonely without someone to talk to you? Turn around, my eyes are wet, too.
This afternoon, I did a small experiment about magnets, but it didn't work.
The fourth class in the morning is science. The teacher asked us to preview 2-3 pages first. I watched it three or four times and felt very tired, so I opened a new page and read new content. Unconsciously turn to page 49, the top of the page is about the experiment of making small magnets. I was curious and thought, why don't I make a small magnet, too? There is an image above, which shows a person holding the N pole of a long magnet in his left hand and a needle in his right hand, as if rubbing the needle with the S pole of the magnet. ("Can this turn the needle into a magnet?" I read the instructions carefully: grab one pole of the magnet and rub it on the steel needle in one direction, and repeat it for 20-30 times to see if the steel needle can become a magnet. "Can this turn the needle into a magnet?" I decided to take the time to do this experiment once.
When I got home in the afternoon, I finished most of my homework and finally had time. It happened that my mother was sewing a pillow, so I borrowed a needle and told her why. Then I found a long magnet and did as the book said. But the needle I have been grinding for a long time still has no magnetism. So, I used a round magnet instead. When rubbing, I was afraid that the friction force would be too light to turn into a magnet, so I tried my best to grind it and thought (happily): If I made the needle into a magnet and put it in front of my classmates, they would say I was great! The more I think about it, the happier I am. I grinded it. When it reaches 30 times, I want to see if it has become a magnet, but I think it may be more magnetic after grinding for a while, so I will continue grinding. It didn't stop until it was ground for more than 40 times, and its magnetism was tested with scissors. The strange thing is, why can't the needle suck the scissors? I told my mother the result in disappointment. Mom said, "The magnetization of a magnet is limited. If you use such a small magnet to magnetize the needle, it won't work. You need a big magnet. " I'm sorry that all my efforts were in vain. After grinding the needle with such great force for a long time, the needle has not become a small magnet.
Is mom right? I'm going to make another small magnet tomorrow and find out why.
When I was four years old, my family went to Golden Eagle Villa to play. When we arrived at Golden Eagle Villa, my sister and I wanted to play alone, so we went to our mother and said, "Mom, can I play with my sister?" Mother said, "Yes, but pay attention to safety!" After listening to my mother, my sister and I went to play happily.
Walking, my sister and I came to a fish pond. There are many fish in the pond, red and black. Very beautiful. The guardrail of the fish pond is very low and it is very easy to fall into the water. I ran like hell, and suddenly I lost my balance and fell into the water with a splash. I struggled desperately in the water, and my sister found me, grabbed me and saved me from the water. I am soaked to the skin, like a drowned rat. I thought, "I really should listen to my mother and be safe!" " "
Another time, I really wanted to buy a toy, but my mother didn't buy it for me. My mother said, "if you really want to buy this toy, you have to rely on your own boss to get it!" " "So I began to do some housework every day, such as washing dishes for one yuan and taking out garbage for fifty cents ... so I accumulated every day and finally had money to buy that toy. I thought, "Mom must want to tell me that the boss can get a reward and it is hard to make money at the same time." "
There are countless stories about my growth, and I can't tell them all, so I won't introduce them here.
The Chinese New Year is coming, of course, we have to have New Year's Eve dinner. Today, my mother and I went to the market to buy food.
When we come to Dalong Market, we need to buy meat first. Look at the owner's figure, it's scary at first sight. I saw him pick up the knife without waiting for me to react. A piece of meat separated from the "mother". Weigh it, it's exactly 4 Jin.
Then, we went to an old woman to buy some vegetables. Grandma selected some plates. Too many. She took some vegetables, but there were too few. I was a little impatient, but grandma took her time to weigh the dishes. Weighing, I paid her the money, and she ordered some money and took it out of the box. Nod carefully. Give it to me safely. My mother said grandma's food was hard-won, so she worked so hard!
Suddenly, I saw a group of people around the place where crabs were sold. I squeezed in to watch the fun. The finger of the old fisherman selling crabs was caught by crabs. But the old fisherman was not afraid at all. He shook it gently and the crab came down. I really admire the courage of the old fisherman.
When I was eight hours old, my mother gave me a book, Three Hundred Tang Poems, which fascinated me. From then on, there was one less naughty child playing in the hall all day, but a small figure appeared in the quiet study. Three hundred Tang poems lit up my heart like a ray of sunshine through the window. Under the instruction of my mother, I chanted, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Is there frost already?" Into the classic world.
Up to now, I have read many classical poems. There is Bai Juyi's ingenious and well-structured Grass, "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze blows high"; There are neat antitheses and beautiful sentences, such as Du Fu's quatrain, "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets rise to the sky"; There are scenes, including Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou", "The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky". Every poem seems to take me back to that era and feel the joys and sorrows of them and poets.
Today, I want to share with you a poem I like very much, Xiuzi written by Lu You, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. First, let's read this poem together: "I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad that I didn't see Kyushu." Julian Waghann decided to go north to celebrate the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice was unforgettable. " During the Southern Song Dynasty, due to the invasion of Jin Bing, a large area of land in the northern part of Song Dynasty was occupied by Jin Bing, and the country was divided. Lu You, a patriotic poet, left his last poem. He is still worried about whether the Northern Expedition can be won and whether the motherland can be reunified. At the beginning of the poem, I knew that everything could be attached after death, but I couldn't let go of one thing, that is, the land of * * * * has not been restored, and I haven't been able to see the reunification of China. He looks forward to reunification after death. So he told future generations not to forget to tell him at that time, because he firmly believed that one day, he would wait for this day underground, and the poet had unshakable belief in the final victory. This poem truly expresses the poet's feelings before his death. It is a bit sad to read, but it is also passionate. The language is natural, there is no carving, and the true feelings are revealed, making this poem a patriotic poem that has been sung through the ages.
Reading this poem reminds me of the military parade on the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China in June this year, the neat procession and the strong steel lineup. I was so excited and proud at that time. In my heart, I sincerely wish the motherland peaceful reunification.
Classics are like my inseparable partners, accompanying me to swim in the ocean of knowledge. Classics are like my good teachers, teaching me to love my motherland, my hometown and my life. Classics accompany me from the past and grow all the way. Classics will also accompany me to the future and continue to mature.
There is a dream book as a pillow in the middle of the night, why not go with the classics?