Narrative writers in junior high schools write things.
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! Father's cloth shoes
In my mind, my father has always been a hero with indomitable spirit and a broad mind like the sea. My father has been wearing a pair of cloth shoes, a white gangster, wide and big, which is particularly dazzling and outdated among the people coming and going in the street. Once I asked my father with a smile, "Now that you are a big shot, why are you still wearing such rustic shoes?" Father laughed for a long time without saying a word. My father once said to me, "son, don't think that we are rich now, but we have the blood of rural people in our veins, and we should have the simplicity and faithfulness of rural people in our bones." I listened to my father's words and nodded thoughtfully. When my father was young, his family was very poor. My father has no good clothes to wear and not enough to eat. But my father studies hard and is willing to work hard. He always wins the first place in his class. Under the threat of poverty, many children drop out of school and go home to herd sheep, but my father's father, my grandfather, an honest but determined farmer, gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how hard and poor you are, you should let your children go to school." In this way, grandpa helped his father finish junior high school with his broad shoulders and crystal sweat, and his family was so poor that it jingled. Father, with the diligence, simplicity and intelligence of rural children, was admitted to the county key high school with the first place in the county. At this time, the old man's heart has raised a melancholy cloud: "The baby is so disappointing, where is the tuition fee for going to school in the county?" Grandpa tossed and turned on the kang, worrying all night without a result. The next morning, grandpa calmly said to his father, "Come with me to cut wheat this morning." The sensible father blinked as if he understood something. Without saying anything, he picked up his sickle and followed his grandfather out of the yard. But when grandpa stepped out of the threshold, he was shocked, and so was his father-all the men and women in the village stood outside the door, some carrying half a rice bag, some carrying a thin chicken, some holding some tattered and sweaty banknotes, and some holding some shabby but clean clothes. Grandpa four, the village chief, smiled and said, "Our village has good geomantic omen and a scholar. The third son (father's nickname) showed his face to our village once, and our faces were radiant ... Everyone came to see the baby off ... "Tears rolled down the wrinkles on his face, and grandpa shouted at his father," Kneel down for everyone ... "His father said," Hey! " When I left that day, the fourth grandmother in the village gave me a pair of cloth shoes and said,' Xiaosanzi, it is true that everyone has difficulties these days, but people can live a lifetime. They can't always think about themselves, but also think more about others. Who has no difficulty? Your fourth grandmother and I have lived here in old bones. I hope that future generations will become talents and become big officials in the future, so that all the people in our village can have enough to eat and all the children can study. "Later, I went to college and saw the world, but whenever I faced the colorful world in the city, I would think of the scene that the whole village gave me. People live with a conscience. People should not only think about themselves, but also think more about others! Looking at the tears in my father's eyes, I suddenly understood the reason why my father resolutely gave up the generous treatment and returned to the village to lead everyone to start a business: people can't just live a good life for themselves. Comment: at first glance, the topic of "father's cloth shoes" thought it had nothing to do with the topic However, wait a minute. After reading the whole article, you will feel that this candidate has written a short story with profound implications. The theme of this story coincides with the topic of "seeing yourself and seeing others". After graduating from college, my father resolutely gave up his generous treatment and returned to the village to lead everyone to start a business. When he became rich, he became a "big shot", but he "always wore a pair of cloth shoes" in order not to forget his roots. (That fascinating detail) "Don't just think about yourself, but also think about others. "This paper is novel in conception and fluent in language. Zhang Xianzhi; " People can't die by themselves "played the strongest sound of the full text.