300-word diary
Maybe I'm too vulgar, maybe I should think so. As long as I study hard, it is the best gift for my teacher. Well, that's how it should be. But what are the advertisements for the Teacher's Day Gift Show in those stores for?
I may be a heartless person. When I first started school, I didn't seem to remember such a festival. Later, with this statement, I didn't seem to think about what to pay, but I thought I would be fine. But when I saw the greeting cards prepared by my classmates, I felt like a laggard. I felt that my teacher had always been very kind to me. So I started preparing for it the next year. Children are most likely to follow the trend, especially when the outlook on life has not yet appeared. However, it seems that greeting card teachers' day is only held in primary schools, and it is no longer held later.
However, one thing impressed me deeply. That was when I was in grade five or six in primary school. It seems that something happened at the head teacher's house. We happened to be playing at school after school, and overheard her coming home accompanied by a math teacher, and her crying face. Although we are still children, we are eager to grow up and share our troubles for adults. The head teacher, like parents, is the closest person. How can you look at her sad? So several students began to discuss how to be a class teacher to make her happy. But after thinking and thinking, everyone has no clue.
Then one day, I saw the tattered seat cover on the class teacher's bicycle and suddenly had an idea. To discuss with you, of course, it is better to have an idea than no idea. And at that time, my mother's unit had this kind of bicycle seat cover, which was made of waterproof cloth and felt like that kind of leather. The letters were spelled with fluorescent cloth at the back, and the lights would reflect light when they were on. Yes It's perfect. So one day, I gave the car cover to the class teacher, forgetting what kind of opportunity it was and whether it was Teacher's Day. Anyway, it was given, of course, in everyone's name. In my impression, the class teacher was very moved, and I still remember it vividly. She said that they were moved to know that my car seat cover was broken.
I'm so proud. I was happier than sending thousands of cards. I believe the class teacher is the same.
Later, in junior high school and university, students didn't seem to be persuaded, and giving gifts became an act that would be despised. This is exactly what I want, so I don't have to be embarrassed.
However, I often miss my old teacher in my heart. Although it's still nothing, even Teacher's Day is the same.
On the beach of memory, the waves washed away the shell of memory. I picked up one and opened it. Oh! It was a touching day for me. ...
One night, the severe pain in my stomach pulled me out of my sweet dream. I tossed and turned in bed with pain. Finally, I couldn't help it. I rushed into the bathroom and vomited. ...
The next morning, I woke up early and was listless. Mother slept soundly last night and didn't realize that I was ill. However, the weather seems to have been discovered and it has become a lot gloomy. The sun seems to be afraid of being infected by me and puts on a mask. I didn't want to worry my mother, so I crustily skin of head ate my meal and walked to school in the biting cold wind.
At school, I don't want to listen to the teacher's class, because this hateful stomach is fighting civil war again. It's the head teacher's turn to attend class, so I listen patiently and always worry that the teacher's eyes will see that I am absent-minded. But the more you hide it, the easier it is to expose it.
"Fang Jiahui, answer my question just now."
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I'm not interested in listening at all. How can I know the teacher's question? The teacher began to criticize me, and I felt an unspeakable pain in my heart.
Just sit down, before the stool gets hot. I spilled a thousand miles in front of the teacher and puked all over the floor. The whole class looked at me in unison. I covered my mouth and ran outside. Behind me came the teacher's loud voice: "The child was ill and didn't tell me earlier ..."
With a "report", I walked into the classroom, and the teacher was still talking enthusiastically on the podium. The cleaned floor is so clean, and the students are still so attentive, except that there is a steaming cup of tea in the center of my desk, which contains amber liquid and smells delicious. It tastes bitter; In retrospect, it was sweet. ...
I feel it! It is not only a cup of bitter tea, but also a silent concern!
My mother went to work overtime today. I have nothing to do after finishing my homework. Seeing that the floor at home was dirty, I picked up a broom and swept it.
I will start from the balcony and carefully sweep every corner from the inside out. It was still early after sweeping the floor, so I found a mop to mop the floor while I was happy. I followed my mother's example. I first soaked the mop in water for a while, washed it, wrung it hard and dragged it up seriously.
When my mother came home, she was very happy to see the fruits of my labor. She said, "My mother will give you a dollar to buy school supplies for every housework you do in the future."
I am particularly happy, thinking: the salary earned through my own labor must be very special, because it is bought with my own sweat and has special significance.
Now, I have 2 yuan money in my wallet. Although it is not much, I cherish it even more, because it is my first labor income.
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After school in the morning, Mr. Jin, the head teacher, said to us, "In order to beautify our county, we are going out to work this afternoon. Students should arrive at school before 1: 30 and go to Renmin Road to clean the railings on the road. Remember to wear a red scarf, school uniform and a rag. "
Just after one o'clock in the afternoon, some students came to school. Just arrived at 1: 30, the students lined up and their faces were filled with excited smiles. According to the teacher's request, we lined up for twenty or thirty meters and proudly came to the people's intersection. The teacher instructed us to stand still and told us to clean up the 10 railing section. Before the teacher finished, the students with good positions began to work. Serious Xiaoming also brought a basin of water, dipped a rag in the water, and wiped the dusty railing bit by bit, even the joints that were not easy to see were spotless. Naughty Xiao Qiang was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He wiped a sweat with his black hand and suddenly turned into a big face. The students all laughed and leaned forward and backward. At this time, our monitor encouraged us to say, "Students, let's have a competition to see who can polish the railing for people to see!" " "Hearing this, the students secretly cheered.
I rubbed it for a while and my arms were sore, but when I saw that other students were still working in full swing, I thought: Compared with the Red Army's 25,000-mile long March, this difficulty is nothing! What's more, none of my classmates said it was hard. Then, like other students, I wiped it carefully. It didn't take long for the railings in the 10 section to be polished and people could be seen. Although we are very tired, we are very happy, because we have exchanged a dirty person for 10 thousand clean people, and we have made contributions to beautifying our homeland!
I am a little girl who loves her work. My mother said that as soon as I learned to walk, I knew how to clean the table.
I remember one Sunday, my mother got up early and cleaned at home. Because the weather is hot, my mother wants to clean up quickly and go out to buy food in the morning while it is cold. I heard the movement in my sleepiness and wanted to help my mother solve the big problem of cleaning, so I took the initiative to say, "Mom, you go shopping and I'll help you clean up!" " "Say that finish, I skidded out of bed, washed my face with the fastest speed, tied my head, and then picked up the broom and began to sweep the floor.
The floor was cleaned in a short time, but I found my desk in a mess, with books, notebooks and erasers scattered all over the table. I put the books in the bookcase first, then put the eraser and ruler in the pencil box and tidy the table. Then, I took another rag, took half a basin of water and began to clean the floor. I wiped every corner, and soon the floor was as clean as new. Looking around the room, I found that my bed was not made yet, so I folded the quilt, put the pillow away and arranged the bunny.
At seven o'clock, my mother came home with a lot of vegetables and looked at me sweating. My mother smiled sweetly and said to me, "My daughter is really a good child who loves to work."
It's the Spring Festival, but it's the "peak season" for pocket money. Relatives and friends will give us red envelopes to make the small pockets bulge again. But isn't it more meaningful for us to get pocket money through labor? I not only learned to help my parents with housework, but also got pocket money. Isn't it the best of both worlds?
When I told my parents this idea, my parents readily agreed. So, we made a form and posted it on the wall: wash a bowl of 0.3 yuan, wash a dress 1.2 yuan (coat 2.00 yuan), clean a window 3.00 yuan, sweep 0.2 yuan once, drag 0.5 yuan once ... The heart is not as good as action, so it becomes active immediately.
Every morning, I get up and sweep the floor. Every noon and evening, I take the lead in washing dishes. I clean the windows every two weeks ... I try my best to take care of everything. At first, I always stuck detergent in the bowl, but I didn't give up. I always insist. Practice makes perfect. I finally succeeded! Every time I wash clothes, there will always be foam splashing on my face, so it is more difficult to wash my coat and it takes a lot of effort. Cleaning the window will make my back ache and my legs ache, and I will sweat a lot. Two are also black, like "coal". I can look at the spotless ground, dishes and chopsticks without oil, clean clothes and windows shining in the sun. I smiled knowingly. No pains, no gains, no sweetness!
Come on, let's go! Isn't it fun to reach out and try to get sweet?
Ding, Ding ",when the bell of the second class rang, our whole class stood in the middle of the playground, whispering to each other. Because today we have a special task-cleaning the guardrail on the road.
When we came to Hero Road, Mr. Wu assigned us tasks, put water on it, and we began to work.
Because I don't usually help my parents. I have been laughing at my classmates here for a long time. I am not convinced and determined to compete with them. I clumsily poured the washing powder into the washbasin, soaked the rag, washed it, wrung it out and began to wipe it.
At first, I always couldn't clean it, but I also encountered a problem: when I used wet Puckilo to clean it, there was more washing powder on the railing, and when I used dry Puckilo to clean it, it didn't work as washing powder. After doing it, I found a good way: first, use wet Puckilo, and then use dry Puckilo to wipe it again, which greatly improves the efficiency, and is clean and fast.
I rubbed harder and harder, but just then, several people came over the guardrail and made my nose smoke. These people don't obey the traffic rules and don't respect other people's work. What a pity! I had no choice but to wipe it again.
This kind of voluntary labor gives us an opportunity to exercise and show ourselves. Although we were exhausted when we got home, our hearts were as beautiful as flowers.
I like work very much. I often wash dishes, wash dishes, sweep the floor, clean the table, clean the floor and wash socks at home.
Once, grandma was too tired to wash clothes and had to wipe the floor. I quickly said, "Grandma, let me help you clean the floor." Grandma thought about it and agreed. I happily threw away the rag and began to clean the floor. Soon my hands and feet were weak and I was so tired that I was sweating. Grandma said distressfully, "Good boy, you are tired. No need to wipe. I'll wipe it. Go and have a rest. " I said, "Don't wipe it. You are tired, too. I'd better wipe it. " Grandma's face was filled with joy, and all the wrinkles disappeared. She stroked my head and said happily, "You are really my good grandson who loves labor." When I finished cleaning the floor, grandma took out a popsicle from the refrigerator and gave it to me to eat.
While eating popsicles, I thought, "It's good to love labor. I will do it again next time. "
I found a lot for you. Is it enough? They are all transferred. I hope to adopt them.