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Published on 2011-05-15 23: 33: 37 3

Poplar leaves in childhood

When I was a child, my grandmother and I lived in a small quadrangle. There is a big poplar tree in the yard. He was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played games with my friends under the poplar. The summer sun shines on the dense green leaves of poplar trees, and a sparkling parasol holds up our heads. Leaves are as beautiful as fairy tales. We play under the leaves and enjoy a carefree life. In retrospect, there will always be a shiny poplar leaf in front of me.

When I grow up, I will collect the fallen leaves every autumn, and my grandmother always carefully helps me put them into an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what specimens were or why I collected fallen leaves, but I brought back countless poplar leaves with great interest every day, and my grandmother always put them in the book with a smile. Neighbors see me picking up fallen leaves and leave me beautiful leaves every time I clean the yard. Once, a neighbor's elder sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves. I am so excited that I take boats everywhere. When I sleep at night, I deliberately let my grandmother put it out of the reach of the pet dog. That puppy is also my good friend, but I guess he may have fallen out of favor for several days because of the deciduous boat.

In winter, poplars hide all their leaves. Whenever this happens, grandma takes out the fallen leaves caught in the book in autumn. Grandma taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens. After painting, grandma put tape on both sides of the leaves, tied the leaves together with thread and hung them on the door and wall. Grandma and I also used poplar leaves to collage pictures. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, make up a unique picture, which is very interesting. The wall is covered with such paintings, and grandma calls it my "leaf painting exhibition". Every winter, there are strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings and grandma's loving smile.

When spring comes, new green leaves leap on the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to expect them to grow up quickly and become golden poplar leaves in summer.

I grow up in hope year after year, and poplar leaves are my inseparable partners. It was not until that autumn that we had to break up. In order to expand the road, the yard will be demolished. I picked up the poplar leaves on the ground for the last time, and grandma put them in the book, just like before. On that day, I bid farewell to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The yard is gone. I can't believe all the poplars are gone, only thick stumps are left. A few months later, I went back to that street. This time, even the stumps disappeared and the road widened.

I still cherish the last few poplar leaves. When I see poplars, I will think of poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Oh, what bad luck! My parents are on a business trip tonight, and I am the only one at home. Although he is not young, he is born timid. Every night, my parents need someone to accompany them, otherwise I will be like a "little tail", and I will follow them wherever they go. There's really nothing I can do today. They all agreed that they couldn't take me with them. I should go to exercise. In a rage, I announced that I would stand on my own feet from today and never rely on them again. Seeing that I was so proud, my parents smiled at each other, charged some precautions, closed the door and left.

God forbid, it happened that there was a strong wind today and the doors and windows kept ringing. I became more and more afraid. I thought of the ghosts and horrible villains in the movie. I feel my heart beating violently, as if he were shouting, "relax, I'm going to jump out!" " "The brain is also protesting:" Don't think so much, I'm going to have a car accident here! " "I was not in the mood to do my homework, so I went to the living room, turned on the TV, turned it on very loudly, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Although my eyes are fixed on the TV, my ears are alert to what is happening outside. I simply covered my ears and said to myself, "I'm not afraid, just not afraid!" " "I watched the time go by and hoped my parents would come back soon.

Finally, I heard footsteps in the corridor, followed by the sound of the key opening the door. I cheered in my heart and ran out to see my parents I hadn't seen for more than an hour. When they saw me, they all laughed. Dad said, "How do you feel? Not afraid? " I looked up proudly: "How did you come back so soon? My self-entertainment program is not over yet! " They may not have thought that I, such a hero, was thanking God!

I like reading. Books are bosom friends and good teachers, not for the golden palace, not for Yan Ruyu, not for the Millennium, just to satisfy my desire to read.

Books can be read from ancient times to modern times, Wan Li. The myriad weather expressed in the book will fascinate us and benefit us a lot. Su Shi's "The old man talks about juvenile madness, attracting left yellow and right green". How romantic and verve it is to carve an autumn with golden hair and ride a thousand times to flatten hills! How proud and stubborn Li Bai's "Ah, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" A good book can make me "happy and forget my worries" and really get carried away. The more you read, the more you understand that when the ancients talked about reading, they always "can't eat well and sleep well." "

Some books, such as sweet peaches, are delicious. You can taste their sweetness with a bite. Some books, like green olives, are not refreshing at first, even bitter, but if you chew them carefully, you will feel a fragrance and endless aftertaste; Some books are like travel-stained vagrants and travelers, and their bellies are full of exotic customs and attractive scenery from the ends of the earth. It attracts me like a magnet, showing the world in countless poses before my eyes, making me feel as if the world has shrunk. Because of them, I learned about Asia, Europe, Jews and Gypsies, the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower, as well as our earth and sky.

I love Cao Zijian's Luo Shen Fu. "I am happy for my beauty, but my heart is oscillating and unhappy." Agree with Jia Baoyu's "even if there is 3 thousand weak water, I will only take a scoop of water." Praise Fan Zhongyan for "the worries of the world first, the joy of the world later." I feel Wen Tianxiang's "Who has never died since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine." ……

I love reading poems, essays and short stories. I read the same article over and over again, tasting and chewing it, as if to squeeze the wine of life out of thin pages. Behind the work is the writer, Tagore turned the dull life into a mysterious eternity; Tao Yuanming washed the fierce and bumpy life into the most peaceful poem; Lu Xun is a mirror of China people and his own; Xi Mu Rong got rid of the sweetness and created a clear and meaningful space ... So I almost fainted in it, and then absorbed, absorbed, and I forgot both of them.

"Books are the source of life", to me, really hit home. With a good book in my hand, I don't care about the weather or the place. I read it in class, eat it and even hide it in the quilt. No, it's hard to set up a telescope on the bridge of the nose! I like watching martial arts and comics, but I prefer to read some famous works, such as The Complete Works of Lu Xun, Home, A Dream of Red Mansions and so on. Therefore, I also like to go to bookstores and libraries most of the day. When I wandered among rows of dusty bookshelves in the library, I felt like a girl in a fairy tale. I excitedly opened the glittering door of the Fairy Palace. Sometimes, I'm not in a hurry to look up books and borrow books. I just walk slowly up and down the narrow road left by piles of books, caressing each book with my eyes. When I came to the bookstore, I was faced with a dazzling array of books. The colorful covers alone were enough to make people ecstatic, plunged into the pile of books and looked for what they liked locally. This is a real treat.

The book made me understand the true meaning of life. Whenever I am confused, books are like a bright torch, guiding my direction, solving problems for me and increasing my courage and confidence. When I am sad and painful, it tells me that sadness is short-lived, and it does not represent the whole life. As long as I dare to explore, I will find a lot of fun! When I am misunderstood, the book will tell me to follow your path bravely and they will see the real you.

Books are my best friend, my mentor and the joy of my soul.