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Mom, I can only love you silently like this.
Many times, I don't want to touch the memories of the past, so I will find that my scars are still there, as if I should forget everything clearly, but all the memories about that time are reproduced because of this theme.
My mother, an out-and-out housewife, looks ordinary and has read some books. She married my father before she was twenty.
Up to now, I can't understand how mom and dad feel about each other. People in those days were often matchmakers, and they decided to live for life. They have never been in love, but they have been in love all their lives.
My mother always said that she was a busy person and didn't even have time to live, die and die. No one knows the hardships and bitterness of this sentence better than I do. Everything is because of my father!
Dad grew up grumpy and paranoid, which is a typical male chauvinism. He often feels depressed. Because of a little thing, my mother will be scolded by him. In front of my father, my mother always looked down carefully, but still dared not say anything, for fear of causing more beatings ... once my mother couldn't stand it, drinking pesticides in the middle of the night. What makes me afraid to ask?
At that time, I was young and often hid in terror. I hate my father, his temper, his lawlessness, even more.
Mother was ill, fell down in a particularly busy job, and was admitted to the hospital, bedridden. Grandma, who is far away from home, knows this and is eager to love her daughter. She immediately dragged her bloated body from a southern town thousands of miles away to visit her mother.
After a long separation, mother and daughter met in front of the hospital bed, but they hugged each other and cried, which made others cry and moved.
Grandma began to be caring and attentive, twittering and rubbing her hands, showing eagerness.
She asked her mother, "How do you feel? You look so bad? "
Mom smiled and said, "I feel fine, but I have no appetite and don't want to eat rice."
Grandma was anxious and said, "Son, what can I do if I don't eat?" What do you want to eat? "
Mom smiled mysteriously: "Actually, I just want to eat the celery dumplings you wrapped."
Grandma suddenly smiled, as if she had finally found a cure, patted her knees and said, "Good! I will give you a bag. Your favorite food when you were a child was celery dumplings! "
Then he got up and dragged me home, taking bread to wrap jiaozi.
When I eat jiaozi bread at home, my grandmother won't let me interfere, because I never go into the kitchen, and she is afraid that I will spoil her good deed. I was at the door of the kitchen, quietly watching, grandma wrapped it carefully, rubbed it, and tears flowed gently, which made my brain faint.
After more than an hour, celery dumplings were finally made. They were all full and delicious. Grandma put it in an insulated lunch box and dragged me out in a hurry. Grandma walked in a hurry and shivered all the way. I know she must be afraid that jiaozi will get cold!
When I got to the hospital, my mother was happy to see jiaozi, as if she had been greedy for a long time. Hurriedly reaching out to pick it up, I suddenly remembered that my hands were dirty, so I asked my grandmother to fetch some water and wash her hands. My grandmother naturally got up and left. Just after walking for a while, my mother said to me, "son, it's a little far from the bathroom." Go and help grandma pour water. " So I went, too.
When we brought grandma back, we suddenly saw that mom had already eaten. Mom smiled and said, "I was greedy and ate." I looked at my mother's lunch box. There are only three or two jiaozi left. Grandma scolded her for being so greedy, but a smile appeared on her face because her mother finally got something to eat.
In the next few meals, my mother was still very ill, but her appetite became better. She always eats up jiaozi wrapped by grandma.
The next night, I stayed with my mother. While I was sitting at my desk writing, my mother was reading.
During this period, one accidentally dropped his pen and rolled it under his mother's bed, so he reached out and touched it. Instead of touching the pen, he touched a bag of things. I was surprised when I dragged it out. It turned out to be a big bag of jiaozi.
I quickly asked my mother what was going on. My mother asked me to put it back, blushing and saying, "You can throw it away later, and don't let grandma see it."
I asked, "Didn't you eat jiaozi?"
Mother sighed and said, "I have no appetite at all." How do I eat? " ? Don't let grandma know, she will be very worried when she knows that I didn't eat. "
"You have no appetite, but why do you want grandma to pack jiaozi?"
"Your grandmother came all the way to take care of me. If you can't help me, it will be sad to see me sick. Do you know? "
I was immediately stunned by my mother's words, and finally came to my senses: It turned out that my mother asked my grandmother to keep jiaozi, but she kindly hid it, just to fulfill the old man's love and ease his worries.
I came to the backyard of the ward with a heavy bag of jiaozi, and with a wave of my hand, jiaozi was buried in the dark night. The secret has always been hidden by me, but I know that there is a deep love that will never disappear.
Goodbye! My Deskmate
This article: Hiding Mother's Secret
Have we really learned to be silent? (transfer)
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Respondents: Huang Youzhi-Trainee Magician II1-1413:11.
The taste of cotton candy Pan Yanwen's cotton candy is soft as cotton and melts in the mouth, but its sweetness stimulates the taste and is unforgettable.
After school, the aunt selling cotton candy stood at the school gate as usual. As soon as she saw her classmates around to buy cotton candy, she knew she was a kind and friendly person. I always wanted to walk over and buy a marshmallow, but my family was poor at that time and I couldn't bear to spend my pocket money to buy it. I can only stand at the gate of the security booth and watch my classmates feel happy after tasting marshmallows.
The autumn wind in October blows against my face. I stood in the autumn wind, bathed in the sunset and looked at my aunt who sold cotton candy.
Ah, that aunt came to me. What does she want? Gee, she has a big marshmallow in her hand.
"Sister, will Aunt treat you to cotton candy?" She bent down and stroked my head and said.
"But ... but I have no money."
"Aunt invites you to dinner, free of charge, take it!" She said with a smile.
So, I slowly reached into my pocket and took the cotton candy from my aunt. At the moment I met menstruation's hand, I felt the coldness of her hand, but her warm smile made me feel that it was just an illusion.
Aunt turned around and waved to me from time to time, but there was still a reluctant smile on her slightly pale face.
I looked down at the marshmallow in my hand and couldn't help taking a bite. My tongue melted after the instant contact with cotton candy, but the sweetness, like honey, remained in my taste.
I looked up at my aunt who gave me cotton candy. I feel warm in my heart. I feel her kindness, kindness and sincerity. I even felt her concern for a stranger.
The next day, I made up my mind to buy cotton candy and was disappointed. Somehow, auntie, she didn't come today. I think waiting.
One day, two days, three days ... Aunt hasn't come for a long time.
Then there was a rumor that she died soon. When I heard the news, I couldn't convince myself that God couldn't just kill such a kind and compassionate person.
Now, whenever I see someone selling cotton candy, I will not hesitate to buy one, because don't forget the sweetness of cotton candy. I believe that my aunt still brings sweet memories to children in some corner of the world, and I will try my best to help people in need like my aunt.
Before and after the curriculum reform, Lei Zhenxin, Class 7, Grade 9, Xinhua Middle School, Linze County, Gansu Province, had a saying: "If you don't teach your father, you won't teach your teacher laziness." The old saying seems to tell us that teachers play a decisive role in whether students can become talents.
China has attached great importance to education since ancient times, and teachers are deeply respected by people. In feudal times, students must first bow to their teachers. As the saying goes, "a man has gold under his knee", which shows his respect for his teacher. Teachers who believe in "strict teachers make excellent students" are also very strict with their students.
"One day as a teacher, life as a father", in the old society, the status of teachers and students was very different, with distinct grades. Today, the spring breeze of the "new curriculum reform" has spread all over China, sweeping away those deep-rooted blind thoughts of respecting teachers. What is left is a brand-new and harmonious relationship between teachers and students.
Confucius and Ceng Zi were both saints, but who would have thought that one was a teacher and the other was a close friend? Their "teacher-friend" relationship made us full of praise, and this scene has come to this day. Teachers are not only mentors and friends who let us learn to know each other on the way to school, but also bosom friends who can let us pour out our hearts!
Our classroom is no longer the kind of teacher who used to talk desperately with one person against the other. The students listened respectfully and wearily, their backs bent by heavy schoolbags and their heads confused by Wenshan's questions. This scene is already "rolling the Yangtze River eastward"! In the classroom, it is a lively scene. The teacher sometimes says a few humorous words, which makes everyone burst into laughter. Let's express our opinions and exchange our hearts like old friends. In the collision with other people's thinking, the spark of wisdom shines brilliantly. In joy, we spent class after class, learned one truth after another, and mastered one skill after another. No one will worry about suffering from flesh and blood if the next class is not prepared well. Knowledge is no longer rote learning, but skillful application. We have achieved unprecedented liberation and realized the wish of "talented people come forth in large numbers and study hard"!
During the break, most of the students went outside for activities, and three or two students would ask the teacher for advice. They all "help students solve their doubts", but they don't "bend down and ears up". Some of them just had a heated argument and burst into knowing laughter after getting the answer. ...
The teacher is the organizer of our class, the guiding light for our growth and life, and our best friend after class. The new curriculum reform eliminates the gap between us and our teachers, makes us bosom friends and makes our study enjoyable!
Listening to the rain, Cenxi No.3 Middle School 04 Jia Liangchao flies, thunders, thunders, flowers, trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.
So, I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences.
Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem said, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." The spring rain came quietly with the sprouting of branches, and people didn't notice it. But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" outside the window will ring in your ear: "..."
Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper. Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound. That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day. Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.
Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year. The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite. ...
Winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere. It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.
Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life!
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Respondent: d _ a _ n _ g- magician level 4 1- 14 13:27.
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Fan Wenxuan case
First of all, father
yellow
One afternoon three days ago, my father came home. Nobody was at home at that time, so he put down his basket and squatted at the door to smoke a leaf cigarette. The old lady upstairs thought it was a vagrant and scolded him to go away. When I asked my father about it, he rubbed his hands awkwardly like a child who had made a mistake, and his eyes wandered. "Next time, I must wear a suitable dress."
The house is not spacious, so we put our father and son in one room. Soon after my father entered the room, I heard a slap in the face. As soon as he opened the door, his son made a big noise: "You are dirty, you are dirty, don't kiss me, get out!" I was very violent to my son, and my wife gave me a glare. Father stood by with his hands hanging down, and that night he heard his father tossing and turning.
The next morning, the wife explained to her father in an unfriendly tone: "There are good cigarettes and ashtrays on the coffee table. Don't smoke leaves, don't shake ash. Don't move the stereo, gas cooker, refrigerator, TV ... "Father said humbly," If you ask me to move, I can't move. " When I came back at noon, I saw water all over the floor. Father squatted on the ground, holding a rag and scrambling to clean the floor. The wife walked into the bedroom of cutting and slammed the door. My father was at a loss as if he had done something wrong.
It was raining lightly in the afternoon, and I didn't see my father when I came back from work. When my father came back, his wet hair rested on his wrinkled forehead and he was carrying a plastic bag like pine bark in his hand. He entered the room without taking off his shoes, and his wife snorted and went into the bedroom again.
Father said, "I went shopping. I don't know what you missed, so I want to buy these. " Honey cures stomach trouble. Remember to drink a spoonful every morning and evening. She is a brain person, and walnut powder supplements her brain. Grandson has a bad appetite and is thin. He bought him spleen cakes and had an appetizer. "
Finally, my father took out a plastic bag from his close-fitting pocket and said, "I saved this 5,000 yuan for selling chickens and pigs for three years. I'm useless. You need to get married and have children. Take it. I will go back tomorrow. Come again sometime. Look at your mother's grave and your grandfather's grave. Dad doesn't blame you if you don't have time to come back. You are busy and the unit is disciplined! " Say that finish, father smiled and touched the cigarette. That's the point. He may remember his wife's account and put it back.
Father insisted on leaving. I can't stay long, so I decided to call a taxi to take him back.
My father, who has never been in a car in his life, doesn't know how to open the door. His hand touched the door and he looked embarrassed. I stepped forward, bent down, opened the door, waited for my father to get on the bus, and then closed the door for him. My father sticks his head out and looks happy. He said, "Son, Dad is the luckiest person in the village." Say that finish, raise my hand to wipe the rim of the eye, and look at me smirking. At that time, I had mixed feelings.
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Living in the world, living in the city and living in the officialdom, I have bent over in front of many people and opened the car door for many people, but I have never bent over and opened the car door for my father. My father is a farmer, I am a cadre, my father is a farmer, and I am a city dweller. My father has never been able to surpass our height in his life. But we can have today, thanks to the foundation of our father. My father bent for us all his life, suffered all his life and cared for us all his life. When you are old, remember to share your worries for your children and grandchildren. But what about us? After giving him so much disrespect, just opening the car door for him once made him satisfied and burst into tears. That bend is filial piety and conscience to my father. For me, this is a begging and affectionate tribute to him and all the fathers like him in the world!
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Second, crow's feet.
Senior one student Yang Dongni
One night, at the dinner table. "Grandma, I only eat vegetables these two days, no meat!" As soon as I finished complaining, grandma smiled and said, "Tomorrow, there may not even be white rice!" " "Grandma and I looked at each other and laughed together. When I was a child, I was fostered at my grandmother's house. Grandma is a tall, fair-skinned and elegant old lady. The most obvious place on her face is the crow's feet around her eyes, so deep and natural. Naturally, when grandma laughs, a deep ditch narrows in the corner of her eye, which is not abrupt, but more intimate. So those poor days were full of crow's feet, and grandma was always so optimistic, cheerful and full of vitality. And it was in the days when I lived alone with my grandmother that I learned the true meaning of happiness.
When I was in kindergarten, my grades were a little poor. At that time, my report card was a five-point system, and my scores in all subjects were 1 or 2. I said to my grandmother, "Sorry, it's all 1 2 points." She narrowed her crow's feet and said, "Never mind, never mind, 1 2 points adds up to 5 points!" "I asked," can the scores of all subjects add up? " This time, she said seriously and decisively, "Of course. Life is all power! "But at that time, I didn't quite understand what this meant. I only clearly remember that crow's feet are rippling and a string of hearty laughter is rippling.
Grandma never asked me, "How was school? Can you understand in class? " However, there is only one thing that she will never nag. "Smile and say hello to others. The best thing the poor can do is to show a smile. " When she said this, grandma's eyes sparkled and the crow's feet around her eyes deepened. Therefore, I will pay attention to greet my neighbors with a smile and spirit. After school, I greet my aunt with a smile, and she will happily send me some steamed buns at home. What a good result! Grandma said that a smile is a kind of wealth. She always smiles, so her neighbors get along well with her and are glad to send her some vegetables, fruits, cakes and snacks.
It is hot in summer, which is even more torture for us who can't afford a fan. The soil has lost its luster, the grass has lost its vitality, the trees hang their heads, and cicadas are noisy in the trees, which makes people upset. At this time, grandma will move to a small bench, hold a big banana fan and slowly shake the fan for me, but she is already sweating like a pig. No matter how hot the weather is, she always smiles and says, "Don't always complain about cold and heat. Summer thanks winter, and winter thanks summer!" " "Grandma's deep crow's feet are particularly refreshing in the hot summer days.
When enjoying the cool under the big tree, you will tell me the truth: "You will dream until you die! It doesn't matter if it doesn't come true. After all, it is just a dream. " When I lie in bed thinking about my parents, you always pat me on the back. "Don't mention sadness at night. There is nothing wrong with leaving the sad things until that day. " When my parents took me away, I cried and said that I would always miss you. You never shed a tear and said, "When the clock goes backwards, people will think it is broken and throw it away. People should not always look back on the past, but should keep moving forward! " But I can clearly see that your crow's feet, which have been smiling, are also full of sadness ... Grandma's crow's feet, which carry many smiles, shuttled through my childhood and kept telling me-live with a smile!
Third, high clouds.
Hu
Students like to evaluate their teachers. If there is a teacher with a little "characteristics" standing on the podium, the students will make faces at each other and discuss endlessly in twos and threes after class. Soon, the "news" about teachers will be passed down forever. I remember when I first entered the second year of high school, having such a teacher with "characteristics" became our most interested topic.
Before class, I revealed that this person is over 60 years old, introverted and moody ... Moody? My heart is pounding.
"coming!" Someone exclaimed. I saw an old man "jumping out" slowly from the end of the corridor, and the classroom suddenly became quiet, and a pair of curious eyes uniformly shot at him: what a drunken little fairy! As soon as I started walking, I hitched, my arms swung greatly and my whole body swayed. On the podium, wow, red face, smart eyebrows, tough! He just glanced at it and then gave a lecture with a sigh of relief. Whether you know the new class politely or not, there is always a lot of interesting nonsense! But he said nothing. it is ...
The next day, the anecdote about the "strange old man" got wind. I can't remember anything else, except that PHS said that when her uncle was listening to his lecture, the teacher once carried the peacock southeast on the podium. He couldn't help crying and couldn't help himself until his grief swallowed. Hearing this, we all laughed. This is really interesting and lovely. Interestingly, 30 years later, he will tell us that peacocks are flying southeast. I want to see his tears hanging on his cheeks. (Set suspense)
But here we are! He asked us to learn by ourselves first, annotate by ourselves, then explain a few difficult sentences briefly, and then look at the model essay. I saw a little brewing, a deep breath, and then my face fell and I began to read aloud in a low voice. I found many students snickering, didn't I? Look at him shaking his head and drawling. Is this reading aloud? Oh, this may be called "Yin Oh"! I can't help laughing. But he seems to be completely immersed in the artistic conception of words. Some students felt uninterested and picked up books to listen to him. Gradually, the more he sang, the more energetic and sad he became. When I read Liu Lanzhi's Farewell to Sister-in-law, I saw that his throat kept shaking, not as smooth and tonal as before. I can hear that his hoarse and sour voice is the result of rational restraint of feelings. At this time, in the silent classroom, all faces showed a sad look. I kept gritting my teeth to prevent tears from coming out until the bell rang, and everyone was still very heavy. No one chased me with a smile. (Side foil)
In his class, I am always influenced by his emotions. He is not an actor, but his emotional changes are like unpredictable clouds in late spring and early summer. Gradually, I also got into the habit of reading aloud with emotion. After reading a complete chapter, I will get carried away. Now, I can't help but admire his unique teaching method. I have deeply understood his words: "When you read love, you can understand most of it." Alas, is it because he is moody?
Last year, I won the first prize in school, local and provincial composition competitions. At the morning meeting that day, all the teachers and students gathered in the big playground, and the principal was going to give me an award. Suddenly, he rushed into our team, glanced at me and squeezed in. Unconsciously, he has dragged me out of the team and taught me seriously: "You have to go on stage to receive the prize, then turn around and show it to the teachers and students of the whole school, and then step back three steps, like this ..." All the students around me laughed in surprise, but he smiled. I'm a senior three student, and it's my first time to receive an award. What an antique! Although I dare not laugh, I blame him for making trouble. But strangely, in my short life, I have printed many exciting and beautiful pictures: at the concert of ten thousand people, my accordion performance won thunderous applause; In the auditorium of Changsha Provincial Party Committee, I solemnly accepted the commendation certificate issued by the secretary of the provincial party Committee; I used to be like a little star, and I was honored to travel with famous writers, take photos and watch TV together ... However, those pictures gradually faded with the passage of time, but the scene of his puppet-like mechanical movements for me was reflected in my brain screen from time to time. And more and more clearly, I feel a warm and special love every time.
As far as I can remember, he lost his temper with me only once. I was a senior three at that time, and the school set up a literature club, and he served as a consultant. That day, he excitedly rolled into the classroom and squinted and said to me, "You have been elected president!" " "I immediately blushed instinctively. According to the traditional habits of China people, I politely shirked it. Unexpectedly, his face immediately showed sadness and stared at me seriously: "Do you think hiding your talent is modesty and virtue? "No, now the idea has changed. Didn't you see the report that Beijing was running for the head of the middle school student press corps? Didn't you see the report of the recommendation director? It's better to be a talent than a talent ... "I looked down and bit my lip. Tears of injustice almost came to my eyes. No matter whether you are wronged or not, he just reprimanded: "What is being president? You should clap your chest to everyone and publicly announce that it doesn't matter how many awards I have won. I want to win more prizes, and I-"I was hot all over and my excuse slipped away.
Do you call him an antique? This new idea is still difficult for me to accept. But secretly these words are like a fire, burning in my heart, burning more and more brightly. When I won the first prize in the composition contest for middle school students in six provinces and one city in East China and the second prize in the international essay contest for young people's diaries, I fell into deeper thinking. I have several award certificates and certificates in front of me. In the drawer, there is a notice of exemption from examination for Fudan University. I looked up. Looking at the sky outside the window, ah, the teacher is standing in the clouds in the distance and scolding me: "What are several awards?" I want more awards!