One of the most memorable things about elementary school, what are some of the most memorable things

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The moonlight is as pure as a silver platter, the throat of nature seems to be choked, and only the naughty moonlight wanders unscrupulously in front of a bed at night.

I can't imagine how many times I've been woken up by the cold wind in my dreams.

The room was empty, and even the hands of the alarm clock seemed to have stopped ringing, and they walked silently step by step. I couldn't stand the night without the noise of my family, because the silence was a little scary, as if there was a big snake with a long scarlet tongue in an unknown corner, just waiting to be eaten.

I put on my brother's old coat and walked to an unknown destination by the moonlight, and I was awakened by the cold wind of my dream, and I knew nothing colder than this.

There seemed to be a little goose yellow light in the distance, and when I got closer, I realized that it was an old shoe repairer, and I couldn't understand why the old shoe repairer would come on this cold night, because I had never seen anyone passing by, let alone repairing shoes.

Grandfather! Why are you here? No one here comes, let alone repairs shoes?

I couldn't help but ask, "No one is coming now, but someone will come in a while," said the old man who was shivering in the snow. I have to admit how uncomfortable it was to wear snow-leaking shoes in this snowy situation.

The shivering old man seemed to remember something, and added, "The students will go to class when the students are about to go to class, there are many people who take this road, and this road is also long, and it is normal to mend shoes, and the children in the village rarely buy shoes, and the snow will freeze and crack their feet."

If, let me come, I think, I will not be willing to put my hands in the cold wind of the snow, of course, if it is to make up for the snow leakage, most people will change, but with their own hands to repair other people's shoes, and only for a few gross tickets, it seems that not many people are willing.

I returned in the direction of home, and I realized 'Career! There is no high or low, there is, it is just whether or not you are conscientious'.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I am twenty-two years old. When I recalled that when I first entered elementary school, I was still so ignorant, but now I have slowly stepped into society. I remember being carefree in elementary school, full of happy memories.

There are studies, life, in short, carefree. It can be said that many things from my childhood in elementary school still have a deep impression on me. This includes some Chinese texts that I took in primary school, which are still fresh in my memory, so let's talk about them below.

One, I remember that the first article that impressed me was kitten fishing. It's about a kitten who saw that the farmer planted things in the ground and would grow a lot of new things, so he buried the fish in the soil and wanted to grow more fish, which was interesting when he was learning. So impressed.

In addition, I remember that the illustrations in the textbook resemble the land of our house, so I was particularly impressed, and I still remember it.

Second, it is a little painter in the snow. It is said that when it snows, and then various animals walk in the snow, the footprints will form various patterns. I remember that it was winter, and it was snowing in the sky, so I was sitting in the house reading a book, and I happened to see this lesson, and there was a snowflake pattern on the book, so I was very impressed.

Three, there is also Zhu Bajie, who learned in the third grade, eating watermelon. I remember that it was the last lesson of the second volume of the third grade. It is said that on the way to learn the scriptures, Zhu Bajie got a watermelon, and he wanted to share it with the master, but he couldn't help but eat it.

As a result, on the way back, he was noticed by Sun Wukong and punished Zhu Bajie slightly. At that time, I felt that this text was different from Journey to the West, so I was very interested, and I read it several times, which left a deep impression on me.

Maybe every one of us children has been to kindergarten, and we have been praised by teachers, or because we have done something well, we have the joy of being put on our foreheads with a little red flower, and I have had such an experience. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my teacher said on my first day of school, "If anyone behaves well, they will get a little red flower at the end of school."

On this day, I behaved very well because one of our classmates fell on the playground, and I saw it and helped him up. At the end of school, the teacher put a bright little red flower on my forehead, I was very happy, my father kept praising me when he came to pick me up, and when I got home, my mother also praised me vigorously, what about me? Don't mention it, I didn't even want to wash my face that night, for fear of washing off the little red flower on my forehead, this night, I touched the little red flower with my hand and fell asleep.

However, the little safflower can not be pasted every day, because we are small, and sometimes we will make some mistakes, which will make the dream of pasting the little safflower come to naught. I wish I could get a little saffron every day, so that my parents would praise me every day and buy me delicious food every day. How can this be done?

I asked my mother for pocket money and secretly went to buy a small red flower with 20 little red flowers on it! Every time after school, if one day I don't get a little red flower, I will put a little red flower on myself, and then I will be very nervous, for fear of being discovered by my parents. The first time, Mom and Dad didn't find out the mystery, and continued to praise me, two or three times in a row, the fourth time in a straight way, when Dad came to pick me up, he saw me and pasted a little red flower, so he asked me:

Wang Yu, how can you stick a little red flower every day? At the time, I was scared and stammered, "I ......."I ......I'm doing well!

Dad seemed to see the mystery and asked stiffly, "Don't lie!" To be honest, did the teacher post it for you?

I've never seen my dad get so angry, and when I knew I was in trouble, I cried and said, "I posted the little red flower myself." "Dad said

Why are you doing this? "I just want my mom and dad to praise me. I sobbed and said.

Seeing that I had admitted my mistake, my father squatted down, took my hands, and said to me, "Wang Yu, it's good to want to be praised. But what you are doing is not right, children, you can't lie and deceive people, you are still young and deceive people, and when you grow up, you may also deceive other people around you, no one will believe you after a long time, and you will have no friends ......"At that time, I didn't fully understand what my father said, but I just knew that if it wasn't the little red flower posted by the teacher, it wasn't a beautiful little red flower.

Now that I am in my third year of junior high school, I understand my father's words and my father's mood at that time.

The memories of elementary school are full of growth records, full of pages, heavy. There is one thing that I will never forget, which will always be in my mind and will last me for the rest of my life. On a fragrant morning, the dense triangular plum in the corner of the wall adds full warmth to the breath of spring and summer.

The small leaves are particularly spiritual, green lovely, green beautiful, green fresh, green comfortable, green fresh. Climb the stairs to the classroom. It seems to be a lot quieter today, as if something strange is about to happen.

Teacher Du pushed open the blue door and told us to read the text, and then randomly checked us to talk about our feelings. The triangular plum blossoms outside the wall are so gorgeous, so bright red, so eye-catching, I have a hunch that the teacher will let me talk about it, but I don't have too many worries. Teacher Du has spoken, and he wants to spot check us and talk about our feelings.

I panicked when I heard this: what if I was drawn? Thinking about it, the teacher began to "scan", and the teacher's eyes suddenly turned to me, and I was extremely nervous, but I still walked to the front desk with an excited expression.

Everyone's eyes were on me, and I had to spit out a word or two to squeak because I was timid, and I felt very uncomfortable, and I was so embarrassed. The teacher told me not to be nervous and to relax. I heard a small round of applause, followed by ten and a ......I plucked up the courage and was about to talk when I felt thousands of eyes staring at me, muttering, discussing.

The teacher thought I couldn't say it, and said, "Let's go down, the main purpose of today is to make every timid student treat everything as ordinary." At this point, my face was flushed, and I stumbled back to my seat with unspeakable grievances and impatience.

In the afternoon, the teacher still pumped me to answer, and I was fluent word by word, like a beautiful melody echoing throughout the classroom. Since then, I have learned that as long as you have self-confidence, there is nothing you can't do.

It's a very touching story that came up in our class meeting...

A wealthy man parked his car in front of the flower shop, and he planned to order a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop and ask them to send it to his mother, who was far away from home. When the rich man was about to enter the store, he found a little girl sitting on the road crying, and the rich man walked up to the little girl and asked her, "Son, why are you sitting here crying?"

I want to buy a rose for my mother, but I don't have enough money. The child said. The rich man felt distressed when he heard this.

So the rich man took the little girl by the hand and went into the flower shop, first ordered a bouquet for her mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl. When she walked out of the flower shop, she told the rich man that he would drive her home. "But uncle, my mother's place is far from here. "It's okay".

The rich man drove all the way as the little girl said, but he didn't expect that after walking out of the main road in the city, he followed the winding mountain road and came to the cemetery. The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave and walked a long way to offer a rose to her mother, who had died a month earlier. The rich man sent the little girl home and then returned to the flower shop again.

He canceled the bouquet he had to send to his mother, bought a large bouquet instead, and went straight to his mother's house, a five-hour drive away, where he wanted to present the flowers himself.

The class was silent for a long, long time.

Plagiarism to death!!