Can't forget (composition)

Walking on this familiar street, it is the center of the city, and fashionable men and women drive busy vehicles through this bustling street.

Walking here with a relaxed mood, listening to the noise of the city and enjoying the prosperity of the city. Suddenly, a wail shook my heart. Out of curiosity, I looked in the direction of the sound. In a dark corner, I saw a black thing moving. What is that? I asked in my mind, so I stepped forward. You would never think that it was a real person! He doesn't have the conditions of a normal person at all: he can only make a sound but can't speak, his hands and feet are completely deformed, and he obviously loses his normal working ability. In front of him, there is a lonely money tray.

Seeing such a scene, I instinctively wanted to divert my attention, but I just met his sight helplessly. These are a pair of eager eyes. In the dark, those eyes are particularly bright, like a small lamp in the dark, attracting me. Although he can't speak, what he wants to say is clearly written in his eyes, and I think I can see it. In his eyes, I read his miserable life, the voice of expectation and the state of despair. How many things are in his eyes! Through his understanding of life and thinking about the world, he revealed the sadness and suffering that he could not talk and record. He also revealed his ideal of living like a normal person. These eyes are extremely important to him. They have replaced the mouth and hands. His eyes seemed to blame and resent the indifference of passers-by

Under the neon lights, in the metropolis, he can only lean against the wall, hide in a dark and dirty corner or lie on the side of the road, and only let passers-by pass by him. How many indifferent passers-by come with wallets, but money can only be as cold, lifeless and warm as them forever. Countless people, when you walk on such a street, please pay more attention to those who are curled up in the corner and need care! Their eyes will tell you everything and arouse your sympathy.

I stood there and thought for a long time, then I woke up. I put five dollars on the plate in front of him and left helplessly. At present, the eyes are still glowing. ...

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Forget her

My first teacher surnamed Li, a female teacher, worked as a head teacher in my primary school for six years. Because her education and influence on me are good from the original intention to the result, I have deep feelings for her. So whenever I meet a teacher named Li in the future, it's like smelling the breath of my loved ones.

My family lives in the countryside, so most of my classes are peasant children, with big movements, high voices and free nature, which is difficult for teachers to manage. Moreover, I am the biggest action among girls, and my voice is higher than that of boys. My interests are so wide that I shoot foreigners and play slingshots with boys. Therefore, it has become a camel in the flock, which is particularly conspicuous and more difficult to manage.

But Miss Li is partial to me. Maybe I am impetuous and naughty, but I have a little generosity in my honesty and frankness, which can be regarded as "teachable material"! I liked Miss Li at first because she always had a faint fragrance, which I still remember. She has fine features and is amiable. Coupled with her fair and shiny skin, she feels more gentle and beautiful.

I remember when I was in grade one, Miss Li had to check her personal hygiene in winter. Because of poor rural conditions and lax management by parents, we are all like small natives. Once I was investigated, my face turned red and I was very rude.

During the break, my classmates said that Miss Li called me, and my heart went like a rabbit. As soon as I entered the door, the teacher smiled and said, "Come, wash your feet, and try whether it is hot or not!" " "My face became more red. She leaned down to help me take off my socks, washed my feet and said, "Your parents are busy. In the future, you should gradually form good habits ... let the water get cold ... and add some heat ... "

Since then, I have washed clean every day. At that time, I really thought, I want to wash like a teacher, white and bright. I didn't know until I grew up that it was impossible for me to wash as white as her.

I still clearly remember that the first composition assigned by Miss Li was called Washing Clothes. After school, she patted me on the head and said, "Go back and write well. Well written. The teacher will read it to the whole class! " "I cheerfully ran out of the classroom. I remember that the last sentence of the composition was written like this: "I can't tell you how happy I am when I look at my own laundry!" Most of the other students are: "I am very happy" and "I am very happy".

Miss Li praised this little difference in class and read my composition in class. In fact, today, how different is that sentence? But what if there is no first praise? Children's self-esteem is often boasted. After that, I racked my brains to finish every composition, trying to be different and unconventional. The purpose is just to get her praise and let her read my composition in class.

When I was a child, teachers often adopted the educational method of "taking medicine when in a hurry and punishing when in a fight is the best policy", which sometimes achieved immediate results; But Mr. Li patiently chose persuasion education, and the effect was very slow. I was naughty and impetuous when I was a child. Six years is a long time. I was called by my teacher to have a "personal meeting" every one or two weeks. I didn't understand until I was older in middle school. Without her tireless teaching for six years, I might be finished.

"Finished", how terrible these two words are!

It took me many years to understand her painstaking efforts: touching the soul without hurting the bones and muscles! "Smart people do smart things, don't be fooled by cleverness." This is the "Mo Bao" she left me when I graduated. With the growth of age, I have a deeper understanding of it and stick to it today!

Her people, her teachings, her faint fragrance overflowing from the inside out. ...

I can't forget her!

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I can't forget that.

I am alone. Somehow, whenever my mother comes back with a piece of meat, I dare not look at it. I tremble at the sight.

I'm afraid to see meat, because it's too scary. The first point is color-white+yellow+red+purple = terror! Then there is the appearance. Some are skinny, like a terrible thousand-year-old dead tree; Some are round, but it makes people feel empty. What I am most afraid of is the bacon that is dry and black and bent at both ends. It's so scary! Once, my father brought back a piece of meat like this, which really scared me. When I saw it, I screamed with fear. As a result, my mother hit me twice to stop this harsh cry. My mother is really bad.

Besides being afraid of seeing meat, I am more afraid of getting close to it. Mom used to hang a chicken above the microwave oven. I haven't touched the microwave oven since then, so I ran away when I passed the microwave oven. Mom saw that I was afraid of this, so she moved the chicken to a place where it was not easy to see, but I was afraid to turn on the light switch at the back of the refrigerator. If my mother moves this chicken to the pool again, I'm afraid I'll have to ask my mother to pick it up for me every time I need water. Finally, under my strong protest, the chicken moved and moved behind my mother's bedroom door.

I am not only afraid of approaching meat, but also afraid of dreaming about meat in my dreams. Once, I dreamed of a lot of meat in my dream. I first dreamed that one morning in the future, I woke up and found a lot of meat hanging on the wall. Then I dreamed that when I went to school after dinner, I saw people around me holding different shapes of meat. Finally, I dreamed that schools and classrooms were full of meat, and the blackboard newspaper turned out to be pictures of all kinds of meat! I was awakened by a dream. Looking back now, this is really a dream that makes me sweat!

Alas, when can I be brave and stop being afraid of meat?

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I can't forget that.

In my memory, some things make me laugh, some things make me sad, some things disappoint me, and there is one thing I will never forget.

It was a hot summer, the sky was so blue and beautiful, and the sun was shining on the earth. On my way home from school, I saw an old man crossing the road. I took a closer look, ah, it turned out to be a blind grandfather. I quickly said, "Grandpa, let me help you cross the road!" " "Grandpa smiled and nodded and told me where he lived. I had no idea at that time that it was a scam. I helped my grandfather across the street and reached his residence. I am in high spirits because I have done a good deed. I said goodbye to grandpa. I was halfway there and thought, "Ha! I did a good deed just now, and my mother must praise me. "I feel thirsty when I think about it. I touched my pocket. Hey, where's the five yuan pocket money my mother gave me? I suddenly thought of the old man. I thought to myself, "Could it be ..." I immediately ran to my grandfather's house and saw an uncle coming. I asked, "What about the blind grandfather I just sent?" Uncle said, "How can there be a blind grandfather in this street?" I said in surprise, "It turns out that he ..." Thinking of this, my nose turned sour and I cried. The sky seems to be dark, and so does the world. I am sad. Grandpa, do you know? I'm not sorry for the five dollars, but because you cheated me, a young and ignorant child, with your compassion. Do you know that?/You know what? What you hurt is a pure childlike innocence. I can't forget it! Never forget that day!

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I can't forget that.

It's been over a year, but I always remember it. That made me get rid of my bad habits of being playful, selfish and lying.

Last summer, my little cousin who lives in the countryside came to my house as a guest. I saw my little cousin holding a cute, lifelike clay figurine. It's really beautiful, so I thought: What about this little clay figurine?

At noon that day, mom and dad went to work, and only my little cousin and I were at home. I said, "Cousin, let's play outside." "All right!" The little cousin said.

Along the way, my little cousin danced and laughed and was very happy. Just as he was jumping, he accidentally dropped the little clay figurine I had been paying attention to. I saw my little cousin didn't find it, so I quietly picked up the little clay figurine and put it in my pocket. We played for a long time. After returning home, my little cousin found the little clay figurine missing. "Brother, I lost the little clay figurine." My little cousin looked at me anxiously and said. "Where did you throw it? I didn't see it. " I said something absently. "Let's go out and look for it!" "Come on, this is just a little clay figurine. I have homework to do. " The little cousin pursed his mouth in frustration. I can see that he likes little clay figurines very much.

Seeing my little cousin pouting and not saying a word, my face burned up at once. It must be very red. I don't want to do my homework. I think my little cousin is from the village and his family is not rich. It is not easy to buy a small toy. So, I got up the courage to take out the little clay figurine and said to my little cousin, "I found the little clay figurine you lost." I like it very much and put it in my pocket. " Seeing the little clay figurine, my little cousin smiled, and his face suddenly opened with joy and said happily, "as long as it's not thrown outside!" If you like it, I will give it to you as a souvenir! " I am holding a little clay figurine, happy and ashamed, and I really don't like it. Later, I put the little clay figurine on the desk and kept reminding myself to be an honest boy.

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I can't forget that moment.

I can't forget that moment. On May 2 14: 28, a sudden news broke the calm of Sichuanese. An earthquake measuring 8.0 on the Richter scale suddenly shook the earth, destroying the homes of the people in the disaster area and the classrooms where students in the disaster area were attending classes. The building collapsed instantly, and the bright world suddenly became dark! But in the face of those parents or teachers or classmates who accompany them day and night, they have tears in their eyes and blood on their foreheads, but they are strong enough to survive! I admire their strong will. When disaster comes, they sacrifice themselves for others, leaving the hope of life to others and the danger of death to themselves. In the face of disaster, as children, they can unite as one, and a beautiful tomorrow must belong to them.

I can't forget that moment. The people of China are united. In order to support the disaster area, people have donated money and materials, and the team has formed a long queue. Everyone has his own pocket money in his hand. Disasters cannot be shared, but sufferings can be shared. May 18, I also donated my pocket money. Although I only have 5 yuan's money, I firmly believe that a little kindness multiplied by1300 million becomes an ocean of love, and a big difficulty divided by1300 million becomes insignificant. As long as everyone gives a love, there is no disaster that we can't stop.

I can't forget that moment, when the earth shook, the rain soaked, the rocks slipped, and the PLA uncle raced against time to find survivors. In front of a pile of ruins, the PLA uncle dug up the soil bit by bit with his hands, and many volunteers also came to help. When a reporter asked a PLA uncle why he didn't use machines to dig the ruins, he said, "I don't want the victims to get hurt. Machine digging will do them more harm. We must save them with our own hands. " Their fingers were all scratched, but they still insisted on digging. They said, "As long as I can help the people, I will put my life in Dujiangyan." This touching scene lingers in my mind for a long time. In front of the TV, my eyes are wet and I hide and cry silently. The PLA uncles stayed up all night in the rescue. In the aftershock, they risked their lives and rushed into the ruins. Ordinary teachers use their bodies to block the ruins and protect the students below. They all have a kind heart, a spirit of putting others before themselves, which is harder than steel!

I will never forget that moment, when volunteers picked up colorful schoolbags and crumpled textbooks from the collapsed school ruins, I shed tears. The small schoolbag seems to be a fresh and young life! Once upon a time, they went to school with small bags on their backs. Once upon a time, they were still playing with their classmates at school; Once upon a time, they were still listening to the teacher carefully in the classroom. But now, when they go to school, I can't see their backs; Never see their lovely smiling faces when they play again; I will never see them seriously and carefully in class again; They just left this world.

Tears blurred my eyes again. Our 56 ethnic groups are a family, and we can build a dam of true love only if we are soul mates. Hand in hand, we can build a real Great Wall. Let's work together to tide over the difficulties and rebuild a beautiful home!

Come on, China! Come on Wenchuan!

I can't forget that grievance.

In the depths of my memory, there is a grievance that often appears in my mind and makes me unforgettable.

That day, I was doing a math exercise. Suddenly someone asked me, "Pan Mengxiao, what should I think of this problem?" I looked up, and it turned out to be the "crazy master Lu" in our class talking to me! I know he is a classmate who specializes in bullying people. If he doesn't agree, just say, "I can help you." What's the problem? " I gave him a careful analysis of this problem. He understood and said to me, "What do you want in return?" I said, "I don't want anything in return. As long as others have problems that they don't understand, you should help others or help me, okay? " He readily agreed. But once, when I asked him a question, he ignored me and snorted. Later, the teacher came to me and told me not to ask him to help me with my homework or something. Later, I learned that it was "crazy Lu" who went to the teacher to slander me, and the teacher severely criticized me. I was very wronged at that time. I'm angry. It's not like that at all. He is distorting the facts. I really wanted to go directly to that "crazy Lu" and tell the truth, but then I thought, be generous and don't care about those little things.

Thinking like this, a big stone in my heart disappeared with my hatred. It made me understand that you can't be dishonest, dishonesty will hurt others, and you should learn to be tolerant.

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I can't forget breaking the bowl.

As I grew older, I forgot many things, but one thing impressed me so deeply. It's like a movie, constantly emerging in front of my eyes.

I remember it was a day last summer vacation. My mother was busy with work and didn't have time to do housework. My mother said to me, "Mom, let me help you with the housework!" " "Mom nodded happily and went to work. After my mother left, I began to wash the dishes. I accidentally broke a bowl while washing dishes. I was shocked at once. I think: put this broken bowl in the trash can. If my mother asks what happened, I will say that my brother broke it. After washing the dishes, I began to do my homework.

When my mother came back at noon, she said to me sternly, "Who broke that bowl?" Let me see how strict my mother is. He lowered his head and said, "It's ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉ ┉" As soon as my brother entered the room, my mother shouted to him, "Did you break that bowl? The younger brother said in surprise, "I didn't break that bowl." Mom added, "I made a mistake and lied." As soon as the words were finished, my brother began to cry with injustice. I looked at my brother's sad face. I bowed my head in shame and walked to my mother. I said to my mother, "Mom, I broke that bowl. Please forgive me. "After listening to this, my mother told me that it is still a good boy to correct mistakes. "After that, my mother apologized to my brother.

This incident taught me a truth: no matter what I did or did wrong, I should dare to admit it. Breaking the bowl made me understand the meaning of the sentence "the worst truth is more valuable than the best lie"

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I can't forget the beating

There are many unforgettable things in life, such as happy laughter, pride and pranks. What I can't forget most is being beaten by my mother.

It was my first grade, and I was very playful. Once after school at noon, I heard from my classmates that there were many toys in her house: Transformers, fishing toys and my ideal electronic organ. I couldn't restrain my joy and quickly said to my classmates, "I'll go, I'll go, I'll go to your house to play, okay?" That classmate asked me with concern, "Did you tell your mother? I heard that your mother is a teacher. She is very powerful. You will be beaten if you come home late. " I thought about it, yes, my mother is very strict with me. Last time, because I said some bad words, she slapped me like hail. My face is black and blue, like a big painted face in Beijing opera. On second thought, my mother is an only child and my father is not at home at ordinary times. She loves me the most. I can buy whatever I want, just as a mouse cannot live without rice. So I stammered, "I ... I ... told my mother ... it's over", and my classmates and I hummed back to her house.

After school, my mother looked around and couldn't see my shadow, so she went home and waited for me. Ten minutes later, I didn't go back; Half an hour has passed, and there is still no sign of me. This worried my mother so much that she didn't even care about cooking, let alone eating, so she called relatives and friends and even Zhengzhou's father was alarmed. But an hour passed, and without any news from me, my mother, who had always been calm, began to be restless. She ran several times in the campus and several times in the community, asking everyone and asking about everyone. I knew nothing about it, but I ate with relish at my classmate's house. After two o'clock in the afternoon, my classmates and I walked to school happily. Suddenly I saw many people standing at the school gate. I walked in, and it was my mother. I saw my mother's face very sad, as if she had aged a lot at once. It was then that I remembered that I had forgotten to say hello to my mother. When she saw me, she immediately shed tears. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. I hid behind my classmates. Suddenly, my mother pulled me up and got into a fight with me, willy-nilly. Even the headmaster pulled her, and she wouldn't let go. I know my mother is really angry this time. I have never seen her so angry. I put my head in my hands, and I only cried out in pain: "Mom, stop fighting, I know I was wrong, it hurts …" Looking at the way I cried, my mother finally stopped, but she lost her voice in pain. Yes, this cry contains how much my mother loves me! It was not easy for my mother to raise me since I was a child.

Take good care of me and be strict with me, lest I make mistakes.

I held back the pain, wiped the blood from my mouth, walked over to my mother and said, "Mom, I won't dare again. I will definitely listen to you." My mother held me in her arms and said, "Ann, do you know how worried my mother is that she can't find you?" ……"

This is the most painful time I was beaten by my mother, and it is also the saddest time I cried, because through that beating, I understood my mother's love for me better.

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