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Life is like the sea, sometimes calm, sometimes rough, so people's life will have ups and downs, which is inevitable.

There were some unexpected storms. The arrival of the storm:-The math exam is coming in the afternoon. It is blue in June of 5438+ 10, but the weather is still as dry and hot as summer, which seems to cheer for our upcoming exam. At this time, the students are concentrating on reviewing their lessons. Suddenly, my deskmate shouted, "Where's my calculator?" The voice was earth-shattering and deafening, and the eyes of urban students were focused on her, only to see her in a panic, watching everyone at a loss, as if waiting for a classmate to give her an ideal answer. I only heard the students say noisily, "Look again." "I didn't take it again!" "Will it be forgotten?" ...... "Could it be that someone borrowed it and didn't return it?" I don't know who said this sentence, but it is so loud in the crowd and full of "philosophy". "You, didn't I just lend you my computer?" She screamed at me and stared at me as if she were going to eat me in one bite. "Ah, me?" I paused and asked suspiciously, pointing to myself. I borrowed it just now, but I have already returned it. ) "It must be you!" She insisted firmly. At this time, the whole class was silent, and everyone stared at me doubtfully, as if insisting that I was the culprit. I looked helpless, but I didn't swallow this "dumb loss". I sincerely explained: "I have returned it to you." "Explain the malice of the old poem, and give it back to me quickly!" She roared. This is simply an argument. A saint has a temper. I was angry and rushed out of the classroom without saying a word. "You, you stop talking to me!" All I heard was her yelling at me angrily and fighting bullfights. In this way, none of us talked to anyone all morning, and no one wanted to talk to anyone. There is also a wide "Chu River" between our seats. Our hearts are separated by a big stone, and the "bridge of friendship" built for many years is broken. Thinking about it, my anger gradually subsided. I even have some regrets, but I didn't break the deadlock first and keep silent. But, seriously, this morning is really hard! In the afternoon, the sun scorched the earth as if laughing at us. When I came to the classroom, I was shocked. There really is a calculator on her desk! At this time, I am not angry with her, but happy for her. The original anger has already flown to the outside of the cloud nine, and the amusement is gone. Back in her seat, she said to me shyly and softly, "Sorry, it's under my book!" " "I smiled and was about to say something when the math teacher came and we all said," Come on! " "After that, we laughed again ... what an unexpected storm! It's all because of that damn book, but it's finally over. At this time, I found that the sun is so warm and bright …

2. Tears, a familiar word. But it's strange to me. It always slips out from under your eyes when you are not looking. You can't figure it out, just like the scene in the afternoon: I am a propaganda Committee member. When I first entered this class, I didn't want to be or do anything. I just want to be a civilian in peace. But my talent was praised by the propaganda Committee member-Jun. She recommended me to the class teacher as a propaganda Committee member. From then on, we completed the task together-a blackboard newspaper. With our two excellent publicity members, we always shake the lead in the evaluation of blackboard newspapers. Later, we felt that no matter whether we were serious or casual, we could still win the first place. Gradually, we become more and more lazy. Especially Yajun, ignored it. Only I, a crow who flew from a civilian to a branch and became a phoenix, was in charge. Once, at the class Committee meeting where you were absent. I said, "Teacher, you don't even come to the blackboard now." The teacher inadvertently said, "If she doesn't come out, you can let her go and replace her." After the meeting, I don't know which "big mouth" class Committee tipped off and told her what the teacher said. Who knows, after she knew the news, she came to mock me and shouted, "Hum, who do you think you are?"? How could you do that? If I hadn't recommended you as a propaganda committee member, how could you be an equal propaganda committee member with me ... "At some point, she cried. In class, the teacher saw her crying and called her out to ask her what was wrong. The moment she was called out, the students all pointed at me, stared at me and talked. I know, that's my classmate's abuse and ridicule. After a long time, I finally waited for the bell: class is over. I said to the teacher angrily, "teacher, I am not a propaganda Committee member, please replace me!" " I don't want to be the laughing stock of the whole class ... "The teacher criticized me angrily. I confidently said, "It's not my fault at all …" After school, when I get angry, I don't go home or eat. Quietly thinking on my desk, thinking, the more I think, the more sad I feel. Tears fall like bells and ring in winter ... I am very sad. Look at me like this. She cried, too. During the evening self-study, the teacher called Jun and me to the office and told us a lot calmly, which made our eyes moist. In the teacher's words, I learned to tolerate and forgive. I made up my tears with Jun. You made us quarrel, made us close, and made us realize what understanding, tolerance and forgiveness are. ...

three

During the festival, the streets are really busy, and the red banners and fat lanterns in front of the shops are so ostentatious; There are all kinds of light music and rock music in the shop. And all kinds of advertising leaflets on the street are more like legs running directly into your hands. I followed the crowd slowly, touching other people's arms and stepping on their feet from time to time.

I am happy to scan the goods in the window on both sides one by one with the flow of people. Suddenly, my foot twisted, and I looked intently. No, I stepped heavily on a beggar's foot. At this time, she was looking at me silently with dull eyes, and her lips did not move at all. In front of her was a shabby little basin, which had lost a lot of enamel and contained many coins. Pedestrians around also stopped and looked at everything in sight quietly.

I don't know what to say at the moment, but my cheeks are burning and I am full of apologies. "A beggar is pitiful enough, wandering in this world with difficulty, but I hurt her body and mind again when 10 thousand people are celebrating their loneliness." I complain in my heart. Unconsciously, I took out my change, quickly put it in the "cornucopia" gently, then lowered my head and ran away quickly.

I was so careless. I muttered as I walked, and the original leisure for shopping was gone at this time.

Feeling uneasy and guilty, I walked back to the beggar's block. Looking at her from a distance through the gap between people coming and going, from time to time, a few reckless men like me will inadvertently step on her. Why didn't she take that poor foot back? Maybe his leg has long been out of her conscious control. After a while, there were more coins and change in the porcelain bowl in front of the beggar. The dark face is still a callous expression. At this time, my heart seems to have a little comfort.

After another visit, my mind is still on the beggar. When I went to that place again, the pedestrians were sparse and her figure disappeared. On the way home, I was thinking that under the same blue sky, life sometimes makes people really helpless and helpless. Not only sigh for the situation of the elderly, but also rejoice for their usual comfortable life.

As soon as I got on the Rainbow Bridge, I suddenly saw a beggar sitting on the sidewalk in the south. At this time, there is already a begging child with disabled legs. I approached her, bowed my head and apologized and said, "Is your foot okay? I really didn't mean it! " She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Nothing, I can't even feel this leg." I was speechless and asked for a long time: "Who is this child?" "He is an abandoned child." She said sadly and lovingly.

Standing on the rainbow bridge, watching them struggling forward, I only feel that my eyes are blurred and my heart is rolling. I really can't answer myself, because I'm glad I'm not blamed, or because their situation is very sad, or because I'm satisfied with my comfortable life.

I lied early. After breakfast, I picked up my book and prepared to go out. Suddenly I heard my mother talking to someone eagerly outside the door. I listened and found that it was Aunt Xiaotang opposite. I just heard her say, "She just refused to recognize it if it was less than 200 yuan." "You didn't check her watch?" "I checked, and I gave her the data ..." At this moment, my mother suddenly found me behind the door. "Smelly boy, don't go to school? What time is it? " I ran away and went downstairs as soon as possible, thinking, "What are they arguing about?"

At noon, I just finished eating, and my mother went out to take out the garbage. Then the doorbell rang and I opened the door. It was Aunt Xiaotang. I knew that my mother had just gone out and was about to turn around. Suddenly, someone shouted behind her, "Tang Xiao, you're just in time. Come on, tell me clearly, where did this 130 ton of water come from? " When I saw it, it turned out to be Aunt Wang who had just moved here. Although our building has been built for seven or eight years, only four people can live in it. Except my aunt Tang's house, the other two houses have been renovated, but they have never lived. Aunt Wang Jiacai moved in three days ago. She and my sister-in-law are good friends, and I have known them since.

When Aunt Xiaotang saw Aunt Wang, she was immediately welcomed. "I said sister Wang, this water meter was copied by a man in our family yesterday, and your house has never been occupied. Although it is not clear where 150 ton came from, it has been on your watch ... ""What do you mean? Oh, will I still deny it? " Aunt didn't let her finish, but Aunt Wang cocked her head and said something. "No, no, that's not what I mean. (Explain or correct what I just said) I mean ... Hey, Sister Wan is here. There are three families in this building, which makes sense to you. " Hey, it's mom. "Yes, yes, Xiaowan." Aunt Wang looked at it and said anxiously, "Look, our family has only been here for two or three days, and there is so much water on the water meter. It is obvious that the watch is broken. Why do you want to deduct this money from our home? " Mom, because Aunt Wang is a friend of her sister-in-law, and she is embarrassed to stand on Aunt Xiaotang's side, the doctor is embarrassed. Aunt Xiaotang, who was outspoken, saw that things were deadlocked and forgot that Wang Shuo said to my mother, "Forget it, since this water is not yours, only our two families lived in the past, so I'd better give it to you." "What do you mean?" Aunt Wang was furious: "Although our family has no money, we don't have ...? Where did the water come from on my head? " I looked up. Hey, there's a big tide on the ceiling. Then uncle Wang upstairs ran down and said, "Son of a bitch, it's not good." The water pipe is broken. It must have been installed the day before yesterday. It has been leaking for a few days, and the floor is soaked ... "

Nobody has time.