After watching Qian Zhiliang s first lesson

This morning, our whole school had the first lesson of the first semester.

Appearances are: Liu Dong, who can fold high-end aircraft, astronaut Wang Yaping, Liao Zhi, who lost his child and legs, parachutist Fu Lijuan, and a mother who faces a mentally disabled son.

One of my favorites is Liu Dong's high-level airplane performance and the story of a mother who faced her mentally disabled son. Let me first talk about the story of a mother who faced her mentally disabled son, the story is like this: this mother in the face of her mentally disabled son, when everyone around her was not optimistic about the child and did not have hope to persuade her to give up, this great mother still did not abandon the child, and supported the child with her love, she taught the child to learn things through self-learning, and finally made her son integrate into society like a normal child, and taught him to open the door. This kind of love and dedication is something I can't put into words.

As Professor Qian Zhiliang said, there are no stupid and disobedient children in the world, only parents who can't teach. I'm talking about Liu Dong's high-level airplane performance: Liu Dong's high-level airplane show is wonderful!

He said: Airplanes need to have power to move and fly. Therefore, in our physical learning, it is the same to have motivation to realize our dreams, and motivation to make progress in learning.

After finishing our homework this afternoon, my mom and I were ready to go collect pebbles. I suddenly thought that in the small park in front of the community, there was a small river that had dried up for a long time, as if I had never seen much water since I could remember, but there were many pebbles, it was simply a "stone river".

When I wandered in this "stone river", I became deeply interested in the various stones in the "stone river", so I lowered my head and took a closer look.

Observe it.

These stones vary in size. Some are large, like an ostrich egg; Some are small, like an unripe lentil; There are also not big or small, like one.

Eggs, just right in your hand. Some of these stones are jet black, like a fried melon seed; Some are crystal clear, like a piece of jade; And there are.

Yellow, like a ripe potato. The patterns of these stones are also different. Some circle after circle, like the annual rings on a tree; Some are straight and straight.

Like drawn with a ruler; Some are made up of many curves, like waves on the sea; There are also lines that intersect and entangle with each other, forming many irregularities.

then the pattern ......I can't help but admire the miraculous power of nature to create these pebbles in different shapes.

These small stones in front of me must have experienced countless winds and rains, and countless springs and autumns, but they are still lying quietly in this "stone river".

Watch everything that happens in the small park.