Announcement of farmers' market lottery
The afternoon before yesterday, after I finished my homework, I sat at the window and read a book.
Looking at it, I found that the clouds were gathering and the sky was getting dark, like the bottom of a pot. I pushed open the door and ran out. I saw lightning and thunder in the air, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. Raindrops as big as beans hit me in the face like knives. I ran home and closed the open window before I realized that my mother would be cold if she didn't put on more clothes. It's raining so hard, and she doesn't have an umbrella, so she will get caught in the rain. She will definitely be a drowned rat when she comes back. Whenever it rains, I take shelter in the school auditorium and walk around in a hurry. However, just as I was about to rush into the rain curtain, I vaguely saw a haggard aunt and heard a gentle voice: son, mom is late, let's go home! Only then did I find out that she was my mother. On the way, my mother opened her umbrella and hit me on the head. She was caught in the rain, so I asked my mother to take an umbrella. My mother was stubborn ... At this time, I found a lot of silver wires on my mother's temples ... Thinking of this, I decided to give my mother send warm-thick clothes and a raincoat. When I'm ready, I'll wait outside my mother's office. I saw other uncles and aunts holding umbrellas and walking happily on their way home; Some people hurried home without umbrellas. The factory was empty, and with the thunder, I was a little scared. Anxiously said to me: "Why can't I see my mother coming out?" I thought to myself: Mom won't stay in the factory to work overtime, will she? No, I'm home alone. It's impossible for my mother not to come back. I waited for 20 minutes, scratched my head and was in a hurry, so I went to my mother's office. Through the crack of the door, I saw my kind mother staring at the newspaper. I thought to myself: My mother worked so hard that she spent all her efforts on her work and forgot to go home. I have set my mouth, I just need to make a sound, but I stopped for fear of affecting my mother's work. So, I stood outside the door silently waiting. When mother finished her work, it was already 6: 20. She walked out of the office and found me. I looked at my mother happily and quickly said, "Mom, it's raining cats and dogs today. You're only wearing a T-shirt. I brought you thick clothes and an umbrella. Let's go home! " My mother looked at me naively and smiled, which was quite surprising. She said, "Thank you, son. You are a good boy who cares about his parents ... "We said as we walked. On the way, I felt my mother crying happily.
My parents have done a lot for us, and I will do more meaningful things in the future to repay my parents' love.
One thing I regret. Everyone has one or two regrets. Although it has been three years since this incident, I still have a dull pain in my heart and blame myself.
That was when I was nine years old. One summer night, I found a kitten running around my wooden square. So, I grabbed it and brought it back to my family. Within a few days, I became inseparable friends with it.
But the good times didn't last long, and something terrible happened. That day, I bit my pen and thought hard about the exam questions. But this question seems to be beating around the bush with me. I've racked my brains to no avail. I am an impatient person, stamping my feet crazily. The kitten saw it and meowed, as if to share the "sorrow" for me. I didn't appreciate it and shouted at it, "You smelly cat, you only know how to bark and know nothing else. Hum! Don't blame me if you scream again. " After I gave it a good lesson, I started doing my homework in a rage. The kitten listened to my words, and there was a helpless light in her jewel-like eyes. He scratched his little head with his claws, as if he didn't understand what I said. He also held his head high and meowed a few times, as if to say, "Little master, why are you so angry?" "This bad cat, it's strange that I don't teach you a good lesson today!" My hands are on her hips, and my eyes are wide open. The kitten saw it and walked straight back, her eyes seemed to be pleading. I have no sympathy at all. Fly up and kick it out of the house, thinking: now I can do my homework quietly, I must do it.
After a long time, I finally finished my homework, but I can't see the kitten. I am very anxious. Finally, I found the kitten in tears at my door. It has been "sleeping".
I'm standing with a dead cat in my arms, and I don't know if it's sour or spicy. The scene where the kitten played with me caught my eye like a movie. I regret it! Why did I kick the kitten to death so unreasonably in the first place? I'm such a git who only takes it out on others. My eyes are getting wet and my whole body is stiff. I slowly closed my eyes and didn't want to move. An unforgettable thing. In a blink of an eye, the door of childhood has slowly closed to me. Recalling the past, there are joys and sorrows, joys and bustle ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.
On Sunday afternoon, because there were guests coming in the evening, my mother took me to the farmer's market, which was crowded with people, because I had to buy pens. In desperation, we went to a roadside food stall to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.
Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, not to mention the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.
It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He handed the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother nodded knowingly to him. All three of us laughed happily.
Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life!
When I first went to kindergarten, my mother always took care of me in every way. But after I entered the third grade of primary school, my mother didn't love me as much as before. I let myself fold the quilt and cook. I have never understood this problem.
On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, went to cook, and came back when I was done. When I went upstairs, I suddenly fell down and spilled all the rice. Hot soup ran into my hand and I cried. The crying alarmed Grandma Wang who lived downstairs. She came up and looked, "Oh, no!" He hurried downstairs to get the medicine, wiped my scalded hand and said, "It's a good thing I wore thick clothes today, otherwise I would get a big scar!" " "Hearing this, I cried again. My mother saw it and said, "Nothing, it's just a scratch." Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry and get dressed before making breakfast. "Why doesn't my mother love me?
In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I sneaked out of bed. Suddenly, the mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't get used to it. He must face all the tests alone. Although it is cruel, it is for the sake of children! " "After that, there was a long talk. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother had come in. I immediately lie on the bed and pretend to sleep. My mother pushed open the door and smiled when she saw me sleeping. She tucked me in, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes, ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me anymore. Thinking about it, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks.
Mom, you are great!
An interesting thing is that life is like a tortuous movie, and the wonderful little lens group becomes a colorful life. I love life, and I also love the small shots that make my life full of laughter. Whenever I get upset, I think of that interesting little shot.
One day after dinner, I had a whim and said, "Mom and Dad, how hard you worked last week!" " ! Why don't I take a family quiz to help you solve your fatigue and relieve your work stress! "Mom and dad nodded in agreement. I, the examiner, took office immediately. Mom and dad turn on the light, and the light seems brighter than before, which seems to add color to me! The game has already started. The first question: "What brand was the first car produced in China?" I asked aloud about the liberation card. "Mother answered quickly. I looked at my mother. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled from ear to ear. I looked at my father again and saw him sighing there. I quickly said: "Dad, you have to refuel! " "
"The second question, please guess an idiom: Flat Peach Banquet." "Concentrate!" Dad blurted it out and immediately came to life. At this time, my mother glared at my father and whispered, "Let's ride a donkey and read a song book-we'll see!" "
The following questions are continuous, and both players are scrambling to answer them. The last ten battles were tied. Dad blew a sentence to the cow: "I am allowed to win this competition!" " ""Dad, don't brag too early! Next, let's draw lots to answer questions! "Dad just picked a question and handed it to me." How to write a poem? "I read the first question." Poetic ... "Dad thought hard and was puzzled. Finally, give me a free sentence: "I can't write poetry." "Poetry is just a temple, if there is a temple next to it! Dad scraped my nose and said with a smile, "you little prick." "
It's mom's turn to pick the topic. Mother drew a question with confidence. I looked at the sign and asked, "Four 9s add up to 100?" Mother carefully replied, "It's 99+9 | 9 = 100." "Exactly." Mom said "yes" happily, and dad gnashed his teeth with anger.
The game is over. Mom beat dad's 190 with a high score of 300. I smiled and said, "Dad, you just praised yourself for winning the first prize!" " ! I see, it is the last one! ""Hum! Don't be complacent, I'll only let you do it once this time. "You see, my dad is bragging again, making my mom and I laugh, and my dad laughs with him. Seeing mom and dad laughing so happily and easily, my heart is full of sweetness, and the whole family is warm. I will come up with more good ideas to amuse my parents and make them happy in the future. A few articles, choose by yourself, hope to adopt.