Composition materials

My mentor

"The moon spreads its light to the earth, but leaves the dark spots to herself..." What about all the seemingly solidified backgrounds around us? One of them is not a piece of philosophy, and which one is not a good teacher who teaches us diligently and tirelessly?

I like to lean quietly under the ancient city wall and in front of the faded ancient pillars. I look at their faces that have grown old due to the wear and tear of time, and I can’t help but feel heartbroken when I imagine the peerless elegance they once had. The ancient temple filled with incense, the city walls mottled by time, even the flames of war and the dust of gunpowder smoke still echoing in the ears, which one is not a solidified song, which one is not a piece of sleeping history? Therefore, I always believe that ancient architecture is a history teacher who is well versed in rhythm. She uses her bricks and tiles to tell the story of life...

I like to climb to the top of the mountain and listen to the breeze blowing from all directions. Singing songs with a sense of freedom, he was sometimes fierce and serious, as if he hated me for letting down her earnest hopes, and sometimes he was as loving as a mother, gently picking up my hair and patting my clothes with his slender and sensitive arms. I stand on the top of the mountain and watch the clouds rise and fall, watch the sunset and the warm colors of the morning sun hanging on the horizon, and watch the shimmer of stars in the wind. This allows me to appreciate the heroism and magnificence of life, and experience the small things brought about by fate. The most important void in my heart is the emotion and the emotion it touches... So I always believe that the unattainable mountain is my Chinese teacher. She leads me to listen to the great nature...

We laughed

"Hahahaha" our whole family laughed so loudly that our stomachs hurt from laughing. Why is this? Just listen to me slowly:

In a few weeks, my father will take the exam. He originally went to the Internet to review his homework, but unexpectedly he became obsessed with playing computer games. This made me and My mother didn’t know what to do, so my mother and I racked our brains and came up with every solution, such as setting a password and persuading my father not to play with the computer. But the computer would never let my father go, so no matter what we said, my father would still hold on to the computer. , I almost didn’t even go to class. We were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, spinning around.

What to do, what to do, we were restless. At this time, my mother shouted: "I know, I know what to do." My mother shouted, which shocked me. I was anxious. Said: "What method?" Mom said: "That is to let you be the victim, let Dad understand that computers are for learning, not for playing, and study with Dad. Originally, I disagreed with 100,000 I didn’t agree, but then I thought about it, I’d better go out for my father!

That afternoon, as soon as school was over, I put down my schoolbag, ran to the computer room, and said to my father: "Dad, the computer is for It's for learning, not for playing. Look at you, if you only know how to play and don't know how to study, this computer won't be your friend. "

After hearing this, my father fell into my trap and said angrily: "Who said I can only play and not learn? I will show you today. ”

I smiled and said, “Oh, really?” "I was secretly happy, and the plan was half successful.

So my father calmly and skillfully operated it. When I saw that my father was happy with the operation, I said, "Dad, it looks like you can do it. He really knows how to use his hands." "Of course," Dad said happily: "Remember those days?" I stopped him and said, "You might as well teach me two moves." Dad thought deeply. After a while, I couldn't help but say: "Don't you want your ancestral computer technology to continue to develop? Then you teach me! "You little naughty boy, okay, I'll promise you!" "

When I saw that my father stopped playing games, I quickly told my mother the "good news". A smile appeared on my mother's face. But after a while, my mother was unhappy again. Before I could ask why she was unhappy. At that moment, she jumped in and said, "What about the electricity bill? "I said embarrassedly: "Then don't look for me again." At this time, my father heard it and said maliciously: "Okay, it turns out you are the one who is doing the trick. I will definitely make you angry today." "After saying that, my father rushed towards me. The whole family laughed, and the scene just happened.

This time, we all understood the truth: everything has bad qualities. The good side of reconciliation; everything (people) can change from bad to good, and from good to bad.

At that moment we laughed like summer flowers

As I read through the diary day by day, in the blink of an eye we have known each other for a long time. From the beginning to the present, from strangers to brothers and sisters, we have experienced it together After several months of ups and downs, I still smiled as brightly as that summer flower. I was very moved when I recalled that physical education class.

In that physical education class, we had a tug-of-war competition with Class Y. It was unusually hot that day, in stark contrast to the coldness of the previous few days. Physical education teacher Teacher Zhang led us to the basketball stand. First it was boys versus boys, two to one, and the boys in our class won. Next, girls vs. girls, we lost.

In the end, 10 boys and 10 girls from the class were selected to compete. The weather was as stuffy as summer, and big drops of sweat flowed down the faces of the students. We walked to the rope and high-fived each other to cheer ourselves, "Come on!" "Come on!" Picking up the rope, our bodies began to lean back, holding the rope under our armpits, with our feet against our feet, and the "thousand-jin pendant" behind the team also The rope is tied, hold the rope in your hand, and you are ready. The girl from Class Y moved in front of the boy, leaving Riki Shigeta behind. The referee aligns the red cloth with the rope on the ground and the whistle sounds. Some students from Class Y came to our class and shouted "oil leak". I was very angry. I looked at the students on both sides. They all looked solemn and their faces turned purple. I started beating myself up and putting my heart and soul into the game. "Ah!" I roared at the top of my lungs and pulled as hard as I could. "1, 2, 3, pull!" 1, 2, 3, pull! "The remaining students in the class all shouted at the top of their lungs, "Come on." Ah - ah! "Another tug-of-war team member yelled.

Soon, everyone's hands began to feel numb. I saw classmate A biting her lips while pulling, and her lips were very white. I saw classmate B's hands were still wet. There were fresh wounds. I saw everyone struggling to retreat, and huge beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. I shouted with all my strength, "1, 2, 3, pull!" "1, 2, 3, pull!" "Everyone shouted after me. Suddenly, our momentum increased a lot. I saw the shock of the students in Class Y. They began to fall to our side, they were no longer able to survive, they lost, we won!

Faced with this victory, many people were so happy that they shed tears. Many people had cuts on their hands. The color of Class A’s lips was completely gone, and it was shockingly white. I heard the insults from Class Y students. During the discussion, I heard them complaining about their classmates. If we lost, I don’t think we would have any complaints. The faces of the classmates in the tug-of-war were wet. In the sun, we laughed, and their faces were as bright as summer flowers. Some students returned to the classroom one after another, and I accompanied some people to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, everyone cared about each other. There was a classmate who had no money in his school card, so we rushed to help him pay.

When we returned to the class, everyone was still smiling. The smile was like the flowers a few months ago, without any impurities, clean, and clustered together.

"The most united. Which class is it? "Class X!" ”

At that moment we smiled like summer flowers.