Use the method of interpolation to write about a good thing around you

Now that I think about it, many things from my childhood have faded in my memory, but there is one thing that always comes to my mind.

During the Spring Festival last year, my mother and I went back to our hometown for the Chinese New Year. When I got there, my sister and I went to Shandong Table Tennis School to learn to play table tennis. At first, I couldn't even hold the racket, let alone serve and receive.

Every movement, the coach taught me by hand, and I had to do dozens or even hundreds of times for a movement. That day, I was so tired and hot that I didn't want to practice anymore. At this time, the coach said to me with a pleasant face

Table tennis champions are born and can't play, it depends on practice! Hearing this, I put my heart and soul into practice. From 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., there is only a two-hour lunch break in between.

I was sweating profusely, but I didn't give up training. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed. On the morning of the third day, I really didn't want to get up, my arms and legs hurt so much, my neck was sore, and I didn't want to go at all.

But the words of the coach rang in my ears again......So, I had a picture in my mind: I became a table tennis player, and in one competition after another, I beat one competitor after another, and the whole audience cheered for me, and I was ...... with joy.

Unforgettable moment, 2008-05-25.

At 21:36 on Sunday, under the bright lights, the bouquets of flowers, banners, and the flashing light of cameras made me remember that unforgettable moment in my heart forever.

When I was in fifth grade, I went to the United States with a team of 10 students. America is not as good as I thought it would be. For 12 days, he did not have any contact with his family; For twelve days in a row, you have to swallow unpalatable cheese paste; For twelve days in a row, I lay on the hard bed and fell asleep looking at the round moon.

But after several perseverances, I finally made it to the day of departure, and it was time to get off the plane when I landed. After getting off the plane, we shuttled through the crowd together, looking for our loved ones and best friends. The waiting time for registration is so long, and the road is so endless.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I saw my mother, no, and my father, my homeroom teacher, the head of the year, my friends, ......Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers was placed in my arms, and an eye-catching headline appeared in front of my eyes: "Welcome back to our teachers and students!" The bright lights made that sentence particularly dazzling, the flowers set off our smiles more brightly, everyone stared at us with happiness, and everyone was moved.

We walked out of the hall, and the teacher gave us a book for each of us, and the one I got said: "In school, you are excellent, and on the road ahead, with so much love and support, you will definitely be able to fly high and far, I firmly believe." ”

A little cold on my cheeks, a drop of wetness, I looked up, it was raining, I should go home, looking at everyone around me, I was so attached, so reluctant, this moment will never be forgotten, it will always stay in my memory.

I live in the affection of my parents, under the spur of my teachers, and in the friendship of my classmates. Touched again and again with my growth, each touch will add a bright color to my colorful life.

It happened in the fifth grade, and maybe everyone still remembers the sudden **.

In August, the weather is hot. The chickens were so hot that their wings drooped like a collapsed haystack. The dog was so hot that it stuck out its tongue, and the cicada was so hot that they didn't know what to do, and kept calling "Got it, got it" in the tree.

We had a class on the fourth floor and felt bored, but none of the students in our class were irritated and listened carefully to the English teacher correcting the workbook for us. At this moment, we were all stunned, the house was rumbling, the ceiling fan kept turning, and the chandelier was swaying from side to side, bringing us to the time when we reacted that it was **, the students in other classes had already run, and the English teacher shouted: "Students, run!!

In the corridor, there was a lot of noise and noise. When we ran to the third floor, I saw the homeroom teacher who was over 50 years old, running up desperately, her hurried appearance and panicked eyes left an indelible trace in my heart. When we were sure we were all evacuated quickly and safely, she hurried after us.

As the seconds ticked by, we all quickly evacuated from the upper floors and gathered on the playground. Looking at the teacher's panting appearance, I thought to myself: The teacher is so old, and she is still running up, but regardless of her own safety, I really admire her, how dedicated and selfless she is!

If the building really collapsed at that time, it could have endangered the teacher's life at any time, but she thought of us immediately, which shows that she gave all her love to us. I pondered for a long time. Moreover, when I saw the teacher, I felt that her body was radiating light, and when I walked into her, I felt warmer than the sun, and this warmth was carried out in my heart, and I believe it was also warm in the hearts of every student.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not enough of your dedication! Poetry and songs, can't finish the reverence for you! Thank you, teacher, for your love for us! I will always remember this and ...... it forever

The years of growing up should be colorful and colorful, however, for me, a middle school student who has just entered the first year of junior high school, growing up is more like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, everything. And those lingering troubles are like dark clouds hanging over my heart, becoming a faint pain in my heart.

The worries about height have accompanied me through countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters.

Whenever I hear people talk about me"The altitude is really high"How painful my heart was, but who knew me? I don't want to be short, but who is to blame? Can I be blamed for this?

This is an interlude.

First question: The article interpolated such an incident: her daughter needs 10,000 yuan to build a school for school, and her mother works day and night, and finally saves enough money for her daughter, but she is tired and sick.

Second question: The first time my daughter shed tears was because she was moved by her mother's selfless love for her. The second time she shed tears was because her mother did not understand her heart and was a little disappointed.