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Create blue skies. The wind is blowing.

Spring has not yet passed, but somehow the weather suddenly became colder, the wind drove away the sun, blew away the fragrance of flowers, blew away the flowers, and returned to winter?

The wind blew wildly. "You did something wrong, why don't you apologize? "I'm not wrong, don't talk nonsense! "You're wrong......"I didn't ......"The wind ruffled my hair ......

It's raining. Can't sleep at night!

The cold and huge raindrops smashed on the road, on the glass, and on the roofs of the houses, and a gust of rain and fog rose, and the cold air wandered in the rain, invading the people who were rushing away.

He and I fought with him that day, and finally we parted happily and went back to the dormitory. I don't know how he is now, will he catch a cold when he encounters such weather? Did anyone accompany him to the infirmary?

He always likes to be able to do it when he is sick, I don't know how it will happen this time? Thinking that they were inseparable and inseparable from each other before, when eating, the two bowls were always side by side, but now the two meals are not eaten together, so I don't know what I eat; Thinking that they had frolicked together before, they had never blushed, but this time it became this situation, but it was obviously him who did something wrong! Alas, I should have been patient with him, why do I have to argue?

The remorse slowly grew heavy, and I was really afraid to see the scene of us meeting again after the breakdown of our friendship ......

The clouds are gone. The rain stopped, the clouds slowly dispersed, the sun shed warmth, the whole world came to life again, the rain on the leaves and buds was shining, the wind was soft, and the air was so fresh.

It's spring!

I rubbed my red eyes and went to his class to look for him, he was not there, sick? I hurried to the infirmary, but I bumped into him, and he stayed there with some gifts in his hands. Our faces were red, and I took his hand and smiled at him, "I shouldn't have quarreled with you."

I say. "No, it's my fault. He smiled too.

He finally admitted that he was wrong and asked me to accompany him to apologize, and I turned around and held my watch to keep the happiest moment, and I quietly tried to wipe away my tears.

How warm the sun is at this time!

Friendly, what an ordinary word, but it can remove the dark clouds and create a blue sky!

Friendliness, the umbrella of friendship! ......

Move. The most deeply moving moment in our lives is precisely when we don't know what moving is. When Mother gave us the opportunity to walk through the world, what could we say more touching than that.

Maybe the baby's cry is not unconscious, those tears that fall for the first time, I think they are shed for the mother. From that moment on, each of us has a shadow in our lives that follows you so that you will never be alone.

Early morning – infancy.

Early in the morning, the shadow is long and clear behind you. Help you learn or not, lead you to learn the language, and laugh together. This is the childhood of all people, even all animals.

From the beginning of life, we have a partner who will never leave us. In the morning and twilight getting along, we may have forgotten how to move, but in fact, this moving has dissolved into the habit. Some people say that when a child is young, he is like a faithful dog, you scold him, beat him, he follows you, and relies on you.

Zhang Daxin, he becomes a cunning cat, and only when he is hungry will he come back to you. When you become an adult, you have become a faithful dog, protecting you and accompanying you. The role of the mother is to stand still day and night waiting for the return of the dog and cat.

I don't think that mother's love is unreciprocated, mother's love is reciprocated with love.

Noon – Youth.

At noon, the shadow was broken. When you're in the middle of the day, your mother doesn't follow you like that. We are going to leave our mother to go to the outside world, and we know the prayer of "leaving closely, I am afraid that we will return late", and we have tears in our eyes.

The emotion that we have sealed for many years is released in an instant. When we are in danger, we always think of our mother, which is the human instinct to seek refuge, and all mothers in the world seem to be extremely tall and powerful at this moment, just to protect their children. I remember a report that a mother and son went on a trip, and the mother fell on the way to fetch water, and the fruit knife in her arms bounced open and stabbed her heart, and three days later when she returned from the trip, the mother fell to the ground and died.

The doctor only said one sentence: the name of the miracle is mother. My heart suddenly tightened, and it turned out that love is not just a matter of care in life.

Afternoon – we are middle-aged Evening – Mother is old.

The sun is setting, stretching our shadows. We are back to our mother, just like the emotion at the beginning of life, and we feel that no reward can compare with mother's love. I have to say, if there is an afterlife, let me be your mother, and love you as you love me!

Not long ago, I was playing on the road with my friends when I stumbled upon a swarm of mosquitoes around a street lamp. It made me wonder, why do mosquitoes gather in the light? How do they relate to light?

I stared at these mosquitoes, looked at them carefully, and thought: Is it because the light is the brightest place in the dark that mosquitoes like the place with light at night?

With questions in mind, I consulted books and looked up a lot of information on the Internet. According to the data, the phenomenon that mosquitoes will gather in places with light is the phototaxis of insects that has been studied at home and abroad for decades, and the results of behavioral and physiological studies are basically the same, and they are also the two aspects that have been studied more. Many hypotheses have also been put forward regarding insect phototaxis, the most common of which are the light interference hypothesis and the photooriented behavior hypothesis.

In order to confirm this argument, I turned off the lights in my room at night, opened the window, and turned on the small lamp on my desk. In the dark, only this small table lamp shines brightest. Soon, two or three mosquitoes were circling around the lamp.

I put the lamp on the wardrobe, and the mosquitoes also flew in the direction of the light's movement, no matter how I got the lamp**, the mosquitoes were in hot pursuit. In the second experiment, I put the lamp under the bed, and after a while, several mosquitoes moved closer to the lamp again. Through these two experiments, I finally understood that mosquitoes gather in light because mosquitoes have phototaxis responses, and they sense light through their eyes, which belongs to the light-oriented behavior hypothesis.

The reason why the moth falls into the fire in the idiom "moth fights fire" is also caused by "light orientation".

Childhood is a painting, with flowers competing for beauty and birds singing happily in the painting; Childhood is a song, with gorgeous and beautiful words in the song, and cheerful and beating notes in the song; Childhood is a dance, with charming and bright dance clothes and light and jumping dance steps...Respect for the grandson....

Walking through the long river of memories, I picked up pieces of beautiful crystals. Here, it's full of my beautiful memories! "Oh!

In the midst of cheers, I pulled the rope and pulled the "train" of everyone up. It turns out that we connect the cars together, the younger child controls the steering wheel, and the older one sits in the back, with his back to the child, and holds the steering wheel of the other child, so that it becomes a "train".

Let's go! "I happily shouted the chain, pulled the rope, and ran happily. The laughter of childhood, the sweat of childhood, and the footsteps of childhood came to me again, giving me strength, confidence, encouragement and hope......

Today, I am a sixth-grade elementary school graduate and about to enter junior high school. The pressure of my daily life weighed down like a stone. But Sakura, I didn't give up, because I still have my childhood, and those good memories!

With them, I have hope, I have the light of life. They will be my driving force and lead me to a new future!

Childhood is like a dream, so beautiful, but so illusory, disappearing in the snap of a finger, turning into a cloud of smoke, dispersing, disappearing ......Who can tell the law of this darkness? It's all just a dream!

That night, I slept soundly and had a beautiful dream. In my dream, I vaguely saw that I had become a year-old child, pulling the rope, leading a "little train", running happily in sweat ......