Two junior high school diaries of about 200 words not in the form of essays 5

On Sunday, I was idle and had nothing to do, and I found that there were still some greens in the kitchen that had not been washed. I had an idea, thinking that if I washed these vegetables, wouldn't my mother have to wash them?

I said just do it, take the basket and put it by the pool, and put the greens in the pool. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the faucet, and began to wash the dishes carefully, following my mother's example.

I rubbed the greens with my hands, and then washed the leaves one by one, not even the slightest dirty. As I washed, I touched something soft, fluffy. My hand retracted as if it had been shocked.

Yikes! I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it, it turned out to be a big green worm lying on the vegetable leaves enjoying the fun of "bathing". I was so scared that I threw the leaf far away.

Looking at the discarded leaves, I thought to myself: my mother has been washing vegetables for many years, and I don't know how many big green worms I have encountered, but my mother always picks up the big green worms and throws them away in a hurry, and continues to wash the vegetables. And I live like a coward.

I mustered up my courage and mustered up my courage to pick up the discarded leaves, throw away the big green worm, and trample it to death. At this point, although I had goosebumps all over my body, I was as happy as if I had won the battle. I hummed a little song and continued to wash the dishes.

Looking at the bright greens lying in the basket, I jumped and jumped with joy, and finally I was able to help my parents do what I could.

You work campus. You've planted your heart long ago, and you've watched your poems grow out of the campus and be recited in people's mouths in anticipation year after year.

Oh, teacher, there is your pride and glory on campus. Under your painstaking watering, there are too many harvest seasons. Your loyal guardianship of this garden is like the sun shining on your face, which is a bright hope.

The fire of faith burns ignorance and ignorance in the schoolyard. The years have confirmed that your cultivation is sacred. You have spring, you have sunshine, you have flowers; In the eternal song, become the fruit!

You are a master sculptor and a master of the human soul; You sincerely and without selfishness silently dedicate your youth, and on the pulpit you are willing to be a drop of water that moistens the foundation of the towering tree; You are fearless, and you have gone through hardships but still tenaciously forge ahead, striving for the rejuvenation of the entire Chinese nation; You forge ahead, standing on the tide of the times, calling for a brilliant future ......

All this has converged into one of the most majestic, beautiful, magnificent and beautiful movements. Because, in a country with a history of 5,000 years of civilization, on the sun-drenched land of 9.6 million square kilometers, and on the 1.3 billion heartstrings, how can you not rush over with passion, how can you not be high-pitched and majestic, how can you not be ups and downs, how can you not be colorful and gorgeous......

Oh, I praise you, teacher who has worked hard to nurture the flowers of the Motherland!

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