At that moment, my heart lit up.

At that moment, my heart lit up. At school, when I see good news, I always want to take a good news and post it gloriously on the wall. God is not thin to me, and here comes the opportunity.

Once, Teacher Chen said to us, "We are going to hold an idiom contest. Our class chooses 10 students to participate. Let's work hard! " Anyone can participate as long as they work hard. "Idiom contest? Ha ha! I must take part in the competition and win a good position. It's a godsend So every night, no matter how late, no matter how much I want to sleep, I will remember idioms. I have always hoped that the lucky baby who can participate in the competition is me. If so, how nice it would be!

I don't know where this idea came from, but the teacher decided to let us answer idioms orally and chose 13 students. Teachers asked me one by one, my heart began to accelerate, and I was afraid that my dream would be "broken", so I made up my mind that my efforts in these days should not be in vain, and I must answer successfully.

"Yuke, you said four idioms with the word heart." The teacher said slowly. No way! I silently thought to myself, I must do it right this time! My heart is jumping around like a violent exercise just now, as if it would jump out accidentally. I replied nervously, "I didn't mean what I said, and-I didn't mean what I said, I know what I mean, and I have a lot in my heart!"

"Yes, not bad!" The teacher said kindly.

I took a deep breath and the difficulty finally passed. Although there are still six people to be eliminated next, I seem to be stepping on a happy cloud under my feet. I'm glad I didn't get eliminated just now.

Once in a class in physical education class, the teacher gave each of us 13 an examination paper and asked us to finish it in 20 minutes. If we do more, we can take part in the competition. At first, I only heard the teacher shouting. The students all began to brush their pens. I quickly finished what I could do, and I couldn't do the rest. I was dumbfounded. I don't know what to do. The teacher shouted "stop", everyone's pens stopped, and I handed in my test paper with trepidation. Time falls into my heart like an hourglass. The result finally came out. I lost the election because my score was a little lower than theirs.

I sat in a chair. I can't believe it. All the sadness and regret flooded our hearts, just like an arrow plunged into my heart. My heart hurts. No one can know how my heart was broken. All my efforts were in vain. At this moment, I really want to cry and find someone to cry. At that moment, my heart was completely cold. At that moment, I also felt that it was not easy to participate in the competition.

At that moment, my heart lit up. Although it was cold that winter, my heart was unusually warm.

Grandpa's leukemia has worsened these days, and we go home more often than usual. Every time I go home, it's always like Chinese New Year, and even my grandfather will show a long-lost smile.

Grandpa likes children. Although he is deaf, he always likes to talk to me. Although grandpa is inarticulate, I can understand what he says and thinks.

At lunch that day, grandma casually said to her mother, look, your father loves children. As long as he is with the children, he will forget his illness. You can have another one before he leaves, it will make him happy! Although grandma accidentally said this sentence, I hate hearing it from others, especially my relatives. Because when I was naughty, my parents always said, if you don't listen, we won't bother you. We'll have a second son. Cultivate him well. Thinking of this, I threw down my chopsticks and ran out. I ran to the highest ridge, where grandpa used to take me before he got leukemia. I sat on a high ridge, facing the river ahead, letting my tears flow freely.

I am a selfish person and don't like to share my family's love with others. I hope my family only loves me. I am selfish because I love my family. Even if parents pay more attention to other children, I will be jealous and unhappy.

Think, think. I stood on the ridge of the field and unconsciously the sun had set. I was so hungry that I lost my breath without lunch. I turned to go home.

At this time, grandma's thin figure under the old locust tree in front of the door caught my eye, as well as her white-haired and anxious eyes. I can't help speeding up my steps.

Grandma felt like a big stone when she saw me fall off the ridge. Greet me with a big smile: at noon, my grandmother just said something casually. Before my grandmother finished, I rushed over and hugged her tightly.

At that moment, it seemed that a ray of sunshine shone into my heart, which was so warm!

At that moment, my heart lit up. In January, the sky was clouded, and dark clouds covered the horizon. Although it is near spring, the wind in winter is so strong and gentle. The birds stopped singing and there was silence all around. At this time, I am like winter, lacking a bright smile and unhappy.

After a while, it began to rain heavily on the horizon. Is it still winter? Even the rain is so heroic, so unscrupulous. There is no rain in Mao Mao in March, but it is like a downpour in summer. I looked at the calendar: 65438+1October 23rd. This familiar day. Oh, no. My heart aches. Why, why do you remind me of this heartbreaking day?

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and memories of the past are gradually emerging: four years ago today, it was also raining cats and dogs. God, are you still mourning for her?

Dan. I couldn't help shouting it out. Tears fell in large pieces, and I suddenly felt suffocated and out of breath. I immediately opened the window and the memory of the blockade came back to my mind. I don't want to! I don't want to think of that memory that still shocks me today! But I'm not saying that if I don't remember, I won't remember. ...

Your smile is getting clearer and clearer, and the pictures of playing together in the past few days are getting clearer and clearer. You like to laugh so much that even painful things won't make you frown.

"Come on, come on, I'll tell you a joke, hee hee ..." Before you tell it, I've been watching you smile-it's really interesting. I watched you laugh until your stomach ached. I looked at myself and giggled unconsciously. I watched you throw water at me and then kept running. But all this disappeared in an instant, and I never heard your smile again. ...

Happy memories are blocked instantly, and sad memories reappear in my mind. ...

Suddenly, with a bang, you fell to the ground-you were knocked down by a sudden car!

Dan. I cried my heart out. I shook your body hard and patted your face to wake you up. I kept calling your name, but I couldn't wake up, shake it or pat it. I dare not touch your nose with my hand. I don't want this nose to tell me that you have disappeared from my life! I tried my best to shout to the crowd and ask people for help. ...

In the hospital, I watched you outside the emergency room and in the operating room. A burst of grief-stricken crying broke out in the whole corridor, and your parents came. "Dadada", the bell rings, and every bell makes my heart uneasy. I'm really afraid, very afraid of losing you. ...

Suddenly, the door opened and I saw the doctor's grim face. Don't! I hope not! It's not what I thought! But the doctor said, "I'm sorry, we've tried our best, and the patient has been very unfortunate …" Those who shouldn't have come came anyway.

Dan. '

I collapsed to the ground, and the thunder outside was very loud, piercing my heart one by one! It's raining hard outside, dripping into my heart! At that moment, I felt pain! Heart, like an explosion, hurts like never before! Why did God take you away from me so early? My heart, it really hurts ... I think so in my heart, but I am already crying. ...

Today, 65438+1October 23rd is the anniversary of your death, and God is crying for you. A tear slipped quietly from my eyes and crossed the sky. ...

At that moment, my heart lit up. Love, like a dazzling ray of sunshine, warms your heart and mine. Love is like a drop of clear mountain spring, which cools your heart and mine. Love is like a bright lamp, illuminating our confusion. Love, tenderness or severity, those two completely different but essentially similar loves deeply touched my heart.

Motherly love is like water, and the breeze is gentle, which is a deep miss. Uncle/Kloc-went out to work at the age of 0/9, when I was just born. I didn't understand my grandmother's reluctance, let alone her worry. With the accumulation of days, grandma's thoughts are increasing day by day. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, my grandmother always asks my mother about my uncle. If I hear that my uncle's life is good, my grandmother will redouble her efforts and sell a few baskets of vegetables. Otherwise, my dormitory will be difficult. When I was a child, I sat in my grandmother's arms. My grandmother always tells me stories about my uncle's childhood, which are vivid and concrete, but tears often appear in her eyes. You may delay, but time will not. Seven years later, I have grown into a natural and graceful little girl, and my uncle appeared in front of everyone with a thin face. After he got off the bus, his mother sent him back to our new home and told his grandmother. Shortly after we settled in my uncle, a quick knock on the door came to our ears. As soon as my father opened the door, he saw my grandmother standing outside the door with tears in her eyes. Dad hurried to find slippers for grandma, but grandma took off her shoes with her feet, looked around and ran barefoot into the living room. After quickly finding my uncle's position, I quickened my pace. When the distance from my uncle was about 10 cm, the whole person hugged my uncle and burst into tears. This scene left a deep impression on my young mind, and later I realized that it was maternal love. This maternal love touched my heart.

Father loves mountains, and lightning and thunder are heavy expectations. My cousin, it can be said that she didn't see the sunshine in her childhood, and it was either "thunder" or "rain" every day. Finally, my grandmother brought the meal. I thought we could finally be together, but she always came the latest and left the earliest. Why? That's because she has a "wolf dad"-my second uncle. My second uncle is a person who only looks at grades and has a strange personality. He asked his cousin to read the secretary's diary since he was a child and checked it every day. My cousin got a lot of beatings for this. One night, my mother and I came to my second aunt's house. As the saying goes, it is better to come early than to come opportunely. As soon as I opened the door, there was a scene where my second uncle kicked my cousin. It's shocking. According to my second aunt, it's because my cousin hasn't kept a diary for several days! Every time my cousin goes out to play for less than 30 minutes, my second uncle always calls to urge her. When my cousin does her homework, my second uncle always sits next to her and insists. My cousin's senior year is the most crucial year in Zhushan No.1 Middle School, and my second uncle rented a house for my cousin near No.1 Middle School. It turns out that I don't understand my uncle's behavior. Now I understand that this is a deep fatherly love that touched my heart.

There are thousands of ways to love in the world, but parents love their children the same, and I feel their love for me.

At that moment, my heart lit up. At noon in summer, it is steaming, and the sun seems to dissipate all the heat energy of the whole body to the world. The cluster of leaves at the top of the tree hung its head and was at a loss. Cicada can't stand the heat and vent her dissatisfaction with summer.

I was dragged out by my father and went to the park to play. Looking at the hot weather, I can't help feeling a little agitated and ready to go like a volcano.

Walking on the hot cement road, bumping, afraid of burning the soles! I hurried to the shade to cool off.

The wind is blowing, big and fierce. Dragonflies began to fly around on the water, and fish emerged in droves to spit bubbles. The wind has been blowing for a long time, calling dark clouds and coolness; There was a storm and madness.

Tick-tock, it's raining, the thunder broke with a bang, breaking the silence at this moment, and it's raining even harder. God seems to want to make a mess of the whole place.

I quickly took off my coat, covered my head and ran from the shade to the gazebo. Many people gathered here for shelter from the rain.

It was a beggar who lost his feet and hobbled along in the rain. Most of the rain fell on him, but he didn't stop. His patched clothes were also soaked through by the rain. He looked up and looked 60 years old, his hair was gray, but he still didn't bow to fate.

Old man, let's help you! A group of volunteers dressed in green rushed out of the crowd and ran to the gray figure in the rain. Two aunts opened two umbrellas, and three young people held the old man. The old man was surprised at first, then his body trembled slightly, laughing and crying. I don't know whether it's a thank you for laughing or a vicissitudes of crying.

I only know that the old man's smile is the most beautiful and flawless smile I have ever seen. Like a flower, beautiful and pure.

At that moment, the fog in my heart was washed away by the rain, leaving only flowers and warm sunshine on the ground. My mind has been purified and kind as never before, regardless of status.

At that moment, I felt the warmth, which was the most beautiful feeling in the world and the kindness of strangers.

At that moment, my heart lit up. There are many unforgettable moments in my life. Maybe it's the influence of one sentence. At that moment, we were excited, unforgettable and smiling. Now I want to let go of all my emotions and your memories of that moment that made my heart tremble.

I remember it was Saturday morning, and my mother promised to take me to the movies. I am looking forward to it with excitement. My mother asked me to change first. I jumped upstairs. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I quickly rummaged through the closet for clothes. Choose yellow or blue? Yellow is my favorite color, but it is blue with my favorite Mickey Mouse on it. My mind seems to be filled with a few jumping rabbits. I tell you what to do, look around in the mirror, thinking that I never care about these things on weekdays. I don't know where I got the strength to attend a party today. I tried my best to get out this time. I went out of the bedroom to ask my mother when to leave, but I couldn't find her. There is no living room, room or dining room. Where did she go? I looked into the kitchen and saw a busy figure busy in the kitchen. Going? I asked. "Wait a minute, wait a minute." Wait a minute, wait a minute. I took out a ferocious mask and put it on my face, hiding behind the curtain. I want to scare my mother when she opens the door. Two minutes, five minutes and ten minutes passed, killing my patience. I began to get impatient and went to read. At this moment, mother pushed the door and came in. How did she get the medical record in her hand? I'm a little curious, but at this time, the curious mood is not as urgent as the mood. "Come on, let's go. It is afternoon now. " "Okay, mom will take some medicine and leave." Just then, a gust of wind blew, and it suddenly became gloomy, as if it was going to rain. Mother looked out of the window, put down the medical record card and went to the yard to collect clothes. The door was pushed open again, but this time it was weaker than last time. My mother is going to fold clothes, and I'll follow her upstairs. Walking around my mother, I asked anxiously, "Let's go!" My mother gave me a look and said, "I'll be there in ten minutes after I fold my clothes." I don't know how long it will take, nor when my mother will take me to the movies. Loneliness, disappointment and anger come to mind together. "That's enough, or the cinema will be closed!" My mother stopped, her mouth slightly drooping. I stepped forward to hold my mother's hand. Suddenly, I felt that my mother's hands were cold and cold, and there were several beads of sweat on my forehead. My breath began to rush, my eyes looked at me blankly and my face was pale. At this time, my heart trembled and I said nothing. Suddenly I understood something. "Come on, let's go to the hospital!" Mother's eyes gradually lit up. She hugged me, kissed me and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry …". At dusk, two figures-my mother and I-appeared on the road of the city.

The cold wind roared, the knife-like cold wind blew hard on my face, and the raindrops as big as beans hit me hard. I have been blaming myself. Looking back just now, a tear fell from my face and wet the dry air around me, and a warm happiness and sadness came to my mind. At this time, my heart trembled again.

At that moment, my heart lit up. I wore a red scarf in the first grade of primary school. At that time, I was too young to understand the meaning of the red scarf. I just envy those big brothers and sisters who hang red scarves for us. I secretly hope that one day I can hang red scarves for other small students like them.

In a blink of an eye, I am in the fourth grade. For four years, it has become my habit to wear a red scarf before going out to school every morning. But I didn't think too much about why I wear a red scarf every day. We can help the first-year students hang red scarves! As soon as I heard the news, I was so happy that I immediately practiced hanging the red scarf with my classmates and finally learned it again and again.

The next day, we are going to hang a red scarf for the first-grade children. My hands are clutching the red scarf, and my mood is complicated. This little classmate is a lovely little boy. He looked at me curiously and smiled at me. Don't his eyes look like mine? So simple, so looking forward to it! Indeed, the great historical significance of the red scarf need not be said. We entered primary school from ignorant kindergarten children, waving red scarves on our chests, which indicates that we have grown up a little and should be more sensible. Isn't it a sign of understanding to study hard and treat others well? The red scarf has been fastened. The little boy reached out and touched the red scarf excitedly and put it down quickly. The boy's little gesture made me laugh. Then, I made a team salute, and the little boy raised his hand as clumsily as I did. I helped him adjust his gestures. He was so clever that he immediately remembered where I carved it. I smiled with satisfaction and thought, well, he is really smart and learned it so quickly, unlike when I was young, it took a long time to learn it and it was ugly! Little boy, you are great. I really hope you can remember the meaning of the red scarf on your chest. Everything is fine. I started hanging up. I solemnly held a red scarf, hung it gently around his neck and tied it in an orderly way. It can be seen that the little boy's heart has set off waves of excitement. I asked him to look up, he changed his head and he stood up. Every overseas Chinese has no tacit understanding of cooperation. His eyes sparkled. I think he will want to remember the teacher's words, study hard and treat others well. ...

On the way back to the classroom, I saw the innocent smile of the first-grade children after hanging the red scarf, and I also smiled happily. Suddenly feel that day, that moment of sunshine is so bright, shining into my heart, I feel warm in my heart ... that day, everything made me feel a warm feeling! From then on, I began to cherish my red scarf more and more. Every day when I come home from school, I wash my red scarf and hang it carefully. The next morning, before I dressed neatly for school, a hair dryer was completely dry. On weekends, I will also wash the red scarf and hang it outside, fluttering in the wind. Although it's summer vacation, I often wash my red scarf, hang it or stare at it carefully.

Looking back on that moment, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, I still feel that a ray of warm sunshine shines into my heart, and my heart lights up as soon as it shines. ...

At that moment, my heart lit up. In the last fleeting time of my alma mater, your teachings filled the immortal years of the sixth grade. The affection between teachers and students is deep, and it overflows my heart.

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In the afternoon, the gentle wind brushed my cheek, and a few drops of broken milk spilled on the blue satin in the air.

Wenjie, come here for a second. Teacher Meng leaned over and most of the voices in the class fell silent. Everyone is frowning and pretending to be good. I trudged towards Mr. Meng.

Hmm? Teacher Meng has a bottle of spray paint in his hand. I knew what was going on at once, but I was also a little panicked: Teacher Meng was going to wipe my ass. I followed him, and although I strode, every step was actually very difficult. If I had known I would restrain myself, I wouldn't have done it. Just lying in bed with a red pen and patting it, the wall is red.

Turning a corner, we walked into the dormitory. Teacher Meng knelt on the bed without saying a word, looked at the red paint all over the wall, frowned for a while, smoothed her chin and sprayed it on the red fangs. I stood by carefully, even afraid to breathe in the atmosphere, and my hands were pulling my trouser legs. Just eyes rolling. Oh, dear! This time, I will have to get a lot of criticism, but he didn't say anything, just dealt with it silently. My heart was bitten by guilt and remorse. Even if he scolds me, he will teach me a lesson. You know, it's worse than being alone.

Finally, Teacher Meng turned to look at me: Don't commit crimes in the dormitory in the future. He touched my head with his eyes and motioned me to go back. I feel a sacred mark on my head.

On the way back, thinking about Mr. Meng's back, I burst into tears. I understand his intention. How angry and helpless he was when he heard that I had committed a crime! He worked so hard to help me solve the problem. How tired he is! But instead of accusing me, he reminded me softly and spared no effort to help me, just to keep my mind from thinking about it, so as not to affect my mid-term exam. When he confided in me, he only said a few words: clear up your mood and put this aside in advance.

Tears are squeezed out of eyes with deep guilt and blown down by the wind. At that moment, my heart was full and full enough to recall the whole sixth grade. This is a warm current, love like a child.

A few broken flowers rolled in the wind and were buried in the mud. Several birds are singing in the music rain. It's just a word of thanks accumulated in a sentence, which quietly precipitates in my heart and becomes eternal.

At that moment, my heart lit up. You are not good at words, and the time with you is always silent.

On that day, our words clashed. You picked up chopsticks and threw them at me. I turned around and got mad at you. "Don't think how good you are!" Say that finish, I rushed back to the room and locked the door. Leaving a silence. I cried, and you cried.

In the next three months, you will come back less often, and you will just have dinner, go upstairs and say nothing. In this way, we were quiet for three months.

Until that day, you were drunk, you were downstairs, shouting my name, "open the door!" " "I didn't answer him, so I ran downstairs and opened the door for him with the key. After I put the key on the table, I still didn't speak. I went straight upstairs and was about to step. You called me, "Zheng Chen, wait. "

I didn't want to spend more time with you, but your words seem to have a magic power and hold me tight. I turned around, afraid to look at you. I went downstairs slowly. You patted me on the shoulder. "Sit down." You hold my shoulder and sit down. You take out two boxes of things from your bag, open the box and say, "Hee hee, I brought some casually in the restaurant. See if you like it. Tomorrow will be breakfast ... "I looked inside. It's durian crisp, which was my favorite when I was a child. "Oh, great." I nodded my head.

You see, I'm still cold and I didn't say much. I silently put the box in the refrigerator and said as I walked, "Dad, I haven't talked to you for a long time. Alas! To be honest, I dare not! I wonder how dad is afraid of his daughter. However, when you are angry, I am a little scared. " For example, you show your teeth that are a little yellow from smoking. You smell of alcohol. Touch my head with your hand and smile. "

"You! I have been used to it since I was a child. I remember when I was a child, I hit you once, just once. " He made a gesture of "1" and made a cross-eyed gesture. I smiled, and you smiled. You are very happy, but you put your hand on my shoulder, put away your smile and stared at me seriously: "forgive dad." Sorry, I threw chopsticks at you. "Your eyes are full of tears. At that moment, I looked at you as if I had walked into your heart.

I cried too.

With tears in my eyes, I nodded: "Hmm!" "At that moment, I was very happy.

I don't like the way you drink and smoke, and I don't like your crazy state, but I like your alcohol smell that day, because that day, I was drunk and finally walked into your heart.

You love my heart, and at that moment, you finally understand.