In order to complete the homework of the first year of junior high school, I asked for some articles

Rest assured, there will be no one left.

Occupy a couch first.

A long, long time ago, there was a child named Xiao Ming, who raised a non-poisonous little green snake and named it Little Turtle. The little green snake is very cute, it goes to the vegetable garden every day to help Xiao Ming catch pests, Xiao Ming likes it.

One day, Xiao Ming was watering vegetables, and suddenly an eagle swooped down from the sky, grabbed the little green snake that was catching insects to eat, flew to the big mountain rock behind the house, and ate it with relish. Xiao Ming heard the little green snake squeaking, and when he looked up, he was stunned, and smashed the crockpot containing water in his hand at the eagle. The crockpot was shattered, and the eagle was scared away.

When Xiao Ming ran to the side of the big mountain rock, he saw that the little green snake had been eaten to the point that only one head and a short tail remained. Xiao Ming cried in distress and was rushed to the hospital.

In the ward, the doctor used two large clay pots to make a shell for the little green snake, and put the snake's head and tail on it. He saw that the little green snake was dragging its heavy shell and couldn't walk, so he caught a gecko, cut off its four legs, and installed it on the little green snake. When the little green snake regained its health, it no longer had the appearance of the original snake, and everyone only remembered its name as the little turtle.

Until now, the baby turtle was afraid of eagles. As soon as the eagle flies up, the little turtle immediately shrinks its head, tail and four feet into its real shell. When the eagle saw that the hard shell of the little turtle could not move, he had to fly away.

Now everyone understands how the pattern of the turtle came about, that is, the broken crockpot is glued together.

Stories of growth.

The mother of failure and success, everything is difficult at the beginning. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? ”

In my childhood memories, there are many colorful and colorful memory stars, and among these overwhelming and twinkling starfish, learning to swim is the most memorable for me.

On a hot summer vacation, my dad took me to learn to swim, and I changed into my swimsuit and went to the pool. Wow! The water is so attractive, the blue waves are rippling, and the crystal clear water can reflect my reflection.

I touched the water with my hand, it was so cold! I thought to myself, "This water is so icy, I'm going to freeze to death."

Suddenly I remembered what my father had said: "Before you go into the water, sprinkle some water on your body so that you don't have to be afraid of ice." "I tried to sprinkle water on my body, but I still didn't dare to go into the water, for fear that I would drown as soon as I got out of the water.

So, I put my foot in the water and kicked around. After a while, the coach came, and I stood up and said politely, "Hello coach."

The coach said, "Students, let's go into the water now and learn to hold our breath!" "I don't dare to go into the water, teach ......"Before I could finish speaking, the coach threw me into the water.

Yes! I screamed. I took a few sips of the "natural spring water" and then kicked my feet a few times, choking on the water and making my nose sore.

Before I knew it, I actually stood up, I tried to put my head out of the water, and saw the gentle and kind face of the coach, as if to say, "Now dare to go into the water!" The mother of failure and success, everything is difficult at the beginning.

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Then, the coach gently held my waist and made me move my hands and feet to teach me how to swim breaststroke. Swimming, he slowly let go of his hand, and I fell down all at once.

Luckily, I've learned to hold my breath, or I'd have died this time. After a while, I was "rescued", but I kept replaying the scene of struggling in the water just now in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in my heart. But I remembered what the coach said:

Be brave, not a deserter. Then the fear in my heart disappeared, and I mustered up the courage to go back to the water again. Finally, the sky paid off, and after unremitting efforts, I finally learned to swim.

Learning to swim has exercised my body and mind, and I have become bold and careful in doing things. In fact, it was just a wave when I was growing up. Growth is like a train, it's always moving forward.

There are many things waiting for you to experience growing up, and when you pass through beautiful fields and verdant grasslands, you will definitely have another harvest. Keep your finger on the pulse of growth! Let's grow up happily and healthily.