One plus one how to write a story

1。 One plus one story

Eighteen years ago

A little girl used her father's hand to count how much one plus one equals.

Eighteen years later

The father told his daughter the story that one plus one equals several.

2. The story of one plus one

National Day is coming, my sister and I get together, and the family is very lively. In this busy day, some interesting things inevitably happened.

One day, my sister, who was just in grade one, asked me a math problem. As soon as I saw it, the problem was too simple and I helped her solve it at once. I said, "The question is so simple that you can't even do it!" "She embarrassed, hey hey a smile.

I wanted to show off, so I asked, "Do you know what 1 1 is?" "No.2, of course! By the way, sister, I want to ask you why 1 1 equals 2? " My sister raised her little head and looked at me doubtfully.

I didn't expect her to ask a question. I thought for a moment and said, "You see, one finger plus one finger is not equal to two fingers? So it is 2! " "Does this mean that 1 1 must be equal to 2?" My sister asked.

"Well, of course!" I said categorically. At this time, the sister sitting on the side spoke: "That's not necessarily!"

My in the mind a Gordon, heart said, no way! If so, I won't be too embarrassed in front of my sister. I have to say, "No? Then, sister, tell us about it. " Sister said: "In a chemistry experiment class, our teacher took a glass of water and a bottle of alcohol and injected them into two test tubes of the same size. When they were all full, they poured the liquid from the two test tubes into another big empty container and mixed them together, and then poured them into the two test tubes just now. As a result, both test tubes were not full, indicating that the volume became smaller. This shows that 1 1 is not equal to 2. "

I scratched my ears and cheeks, puzzled. My sister seemed to read my mind and said, "Everything in the world is made up of tiny things, and water and alcohol are no exception. Those tiny things are molecules, and there are gaps between them. When these two molecules are mixed together, their original gaps are complementary, so the volume becomes smaller. " I still don't understand. My sister said, "When you are older, you will understand when you learn chemistry. Now in a word, 1 1 is not absolutely equal to 2. "

What a surprise today! In fact, 1 1 does not necessarily equal 2! Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, through my sister's description and explanation, I understood something so-so, but my sister looked at us stupidly. Knowledge is wonderful. I look forward to the early arrival of chemistry class. ...

at present

"One Plus One" became a father's favorite song in his daughter's heart.

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In my childhood memory, my father is serious, rigid and simple.

At that time, my father was a primary school teacher in the village, and his 24-hour salary was only 20 yuan, which was basically not much different from that of ordinary farmers. And my father is still working tirelessly, which is beyond my understanding! It is said that children from poor families take charge early, but sometimes this is not the case. For example, I am the best "example"! I am playful, naughty and willful enough to hit a boy! Mother can't help me, but under my father's pointer and bamboo, I can stay for a long time, but only for a short time. When I overcame the scar and forgot the pain, when my father was away, I was the "the Monkey King who made trouble in heaven". It is said that naughty children are usually smart, but my exercise books are mostly "duck eggs", and I can't understand a new word when I learn fluently! At night, my father often confuses my fingers and teaches me to count one plus one and write A, O, O. ...

From grade one to grade three, my father has been my head teacher. If I insist on the benefits of this dual education, I will get a few points more than others if I don't get 60 points in the exam, and I will kneel for a few hours more than others if I am naughty. In rainy and snowy weather, I am always the last one to walk home (my father is carrying others) ... During that time, I often thought, if only my father were not a teacher! However, my heart is more complaining. No matter how bitter I am, I have grown up, and my father's control over me is no longer so strict. ...

By the second day of junior high school, the grades dropped rapidly. Gradually, I was pushed into the ranks of underachievers by my teacher. Facing the teacher's indifference, I soon fell. Then I simply stopped thinking. I read novels in the classroom all day, and the exam was blank. Until one afternoon, as usual, when the bell rang, I entered the chivalrous and tender state set by Teacher Jin. I was fascinated by it, and one hand stretched out the book and was pulled open. I thought it was another deskmate prank, and I was about to start cursing. I suddenly looked up at my father! At that moment, my heart thumped like a thousand miles, and my face changed into three colors: red, blue and white! My head is so low that I can only drill around on the concrete floor under my seat ... I never thought ...! ! ! At that moment, I was so scared that I really wanted to die! However, when my father left, I heard the school bell ring. ...

I wandered back and forth on my way to school, afraid to go home, and didn't have the courage to see my father, so I stayed outside the primary school in fear! It's getting dark, and all the pain, helplessness and regret at that moment are intertwined. I finally couldn't help crying! ! ! "Stop crying and go home!" Father's voice ...

Outside the window, it is raining heavily. I know, at this time, dad, you must still be correcting your homework under the light. The past followed the rain outside the window, splashing the water of memory drop by drop. At this time, I really want you to fiddle with my finger again and give our father and daughter a unique mathematical formula of one plus one. ...