In people's hearts, there will always be someone they like. . A person who is worshipped or admired. I am no exception. In my mind, there is also a celebrity I admire. His name is Deng Jiaxian.
Mr. Deng Jiaxian is a great scientist in our country, and can be said to be a national hero in our country, because he brought our country to the peak of science, and because he was the first person to make an atomic bomb in our country, it made our country strong militarily. Decades later, when he made a hydrogen bomb for our country, it made our country make another leap in science. When he made atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs, he encountered numerous difficulties, but he never gave up and always held firm beliefs to the end. He will often come into contact with harmful substances, which has caused his body to suffer three times, leading to three major operations. He could have recovered, but he didn't have a good rest and still insisted on making an atomic bomb. Because the body couldn't hold on, he died of massive bleeding in the third operation. We were deeply moved by his dedication to science and selfless work. It suddenly occurred to me that I flinched in the face of difficulties.
That day, I came home from school, because there was less homework, so I took the book and began to write my homework. Both Chinese and English homework went well, but when it came to the last question of math homework, he trapped me. I gave up because the problem-solving process was too difficult. The teacher criticized me tomorrow, and now I regret it. What I regret is not that I was criticized by the teacher, but why I gave up so easily and was frightened by the difficulties. Thinking of Mr Deng Jiaxian's difficulty in building an atomic bomb, he didn't give up easily, but I was frightened by a small math problem and gave up. By contrast, how small I am! In real life, people often bow to difficulties, and only a few people hold firm beliefs and persist in winning.
Therefore, from now on, I must learn from Mr. Deng Jiaxian, and learn from his spirit of selfless work, solving difficulties by himself and never giving up easily. Carry forward the spirit of the Chinese nation.
There is a big garden in my neighborhood, which is my childhood paradise.
Needless to say, there are neat and green holly trees, smooth and interesting cobblestone paths, buttonwood trees with tall crowns and clover with small purple flowers; Needless to say, cicadas sing in the leaves, butterflies dance in the flowers, and noisy magpies dive from the air and hide in the lush leaves. The corridor on the west side alone has infinite interest. Wisteria has blossomed clusters of small purple flowers, and the sweet fragrance of the flowers has attracted swarms of bees to be busy among the flowers, attracting beautiful butterflies to dance among the flowers. Near the promenade, there are two tall gladiolus, and in the middle of the opposite thick leaves, there is a straight style full of small bell-like white flowers. On summer nights, in the grass beside the promenade, if you listen carefully, you will hear crickets. If you go near it, it will stop singing. If you walk gently and slowly across the grass, you will see a little cricket singing with its wings.
In winter, the garden is tasteless, the north wind whistling, the buttonwood trees covered with leaves are so lifeless, and even the willows are bent and subjected to the test of biting wind and rain. It seems that if you are not careful, it will be blown to pieces. It's different here when it snows. We make a snowman and have a snowball fight here. Under the cover of holly, if you are not careful, you will be hit by your partner's snowball. If the beaten partner doesn't get up right away, he will be dressed up as "Santa Claus" in an instant.
The most lively flower should be spring, when the garden is full of vitality. Willow grows long green hair and calls spring with willow flute; The phoenix tree is full of purple flowers, and the spring music is blown with a trumpet; Above the promenade, wisteria blooms like grapes, and beside the mushroom pavilion, magnolia blooms with buds that have been brewing for a winter; In front of the fence, morning glory, pink roses, you won't let me, I won't let you climb over the fence, revealing their flowers like a game. In the open space, we fly kites and roller skate. On the playground, we play basketball and bungee jumping. Even in front of the bare stone table and bench, there are scenes of us fighting for the general. The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of spring flowers, and Mizaza's clover is also eager to bloom, weaving a charming carpet for the garden.
I love this garden, its season, its freshness and its fragrance. Because she grew up with me, I will never forget her-my childhood paradise.
My brother has a lovely little brother in my home. He is less than one year old, and he will be eight months in ten days. Among the children, I found another strange thing that surprised you.
Because it is very cold in winter, my mother and I sleep together at home, also to keep warm. When I got up in the morning, I was watching TV, and my mother wanted to dress my brother. Then my mother sat my brother in her arms. My mother is going to put socks on him. Who knew that his feet almost touched his mouth when she put on socks? It was incredible, so I asked my mother, "How could he do this?" My mother told me, "Children's bones are very soft." Then when I put on the second one, I kept watching, trying to touch his mouth with his foot. It's incredible. I was surprised and said, "I can't even, he can't!" Too many. "Then, he can touch his mouth, it's amazing! Who knew my little brother would keep laughing? So cute! I have to like it, and I can't help teasing him.
Then for the next few nights, I will try to touch my brother's mouth with my feet, alas! Unexpectedly, children are also very capable and will surprise people. In fact, children are not so annoying. Sometimes cuteness beats everything, which is unbelievable.
4/kloc-one day 0/2 years ago, I came to this beautiful world with crackling firecrackers.
My looks are not outstanding. I have short black hair, two thick black caterpillar eyebrows, a pair of small eyes with gods, and a loud mouth of Zhang Wudi below.
This is me. I am not good at foreign trade, but I am unique.
I like reading. As long as I open the book, I forget everything. I like swimming in the sea of knowledge with books. Playing with laws and formulas in the kingdom of mathematics and flying in infinite reverie with beautiful articles are my happiest things. Because of this book, my primary school composition won the first prize; Because of books, I am glib in class; Because of books, I know how to distinguish good from bad and how to deal with bad people.
This is me, a girl who likes to soar in books.
My personality is extroverted and I am a lively and optimistic friend. Because it is too lively, it often causes trouble to mom and dad.
I remember once, for fun, I climbed into someone else's newly built shed. Obesity caused a big hole in the hut. At that time, when I fell from the house, I was lucky enough to get a' trampoline' so that I didn't have to die prematurely. Afterwards, the shed owner somehow found out that I was the culprit, which made my family sing beautifully that night (actually crying).
This is me, who often gets into trouble because of being naughty.
My shortcomings are the most troublesome, careless and grumpy. But I also have many advantages, and I am most proud of my enthusiasm.
How's it going? Am I okay?
My mother is not too tall, slightly thin, with gray hair and hunchback. When I was a child, I remember that my mother always prepared a big New Year's Eve dinner with meat and fish. At that time, the family conditions were relatively poor, and my parents were farming at home and had no good income. It only happens once a year, and it is generally something that you can't eat or even think about. Grandpa, grandma, parents, brothers and sisters all sit together to have a New Year's Eve dinner. When eating, my mother always gives meat and fish to my grandparents, younger brothers and sisters and me. I asked my mother why don't you eat? My mother said the fish was fishy and the pork was too fat. She doesn't like it. Let's eat more. When I grew up, I gradually realized that my mother didn't think fish was fishy and pork was fat at that time, but she really didn't have the money to buy it at that time, and some things might not be bought if she had money. Because at that time, tickets were used to buy things that mothers could not bear to eat, so it would be a blessing for the elderly to eat more; Let the little one have one more bite, which will make him grow up. I'm really reluctant to eat. My mother is such a great mother who only does for her family and doesn't think for herself.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade of primary school, my mother woke me up every morning, made me breakfast and sent me to school, whether it was cold winter or hot summer. Mom always cooks in advance when she comes home for lunch. No matter how busy the farm work is, it never stops. When it's time to eat, my mother also prepares early and eats almost on time. Because we have self-study in the evening, my mother often says that for our study, we should eat on time, be full, and not eat some snacks indiscriminately, which is not good for our health. We still remember it clearly.
This is my mother, a great and ordinary mother. My mother taught me to do things as always, don't give up halfway, persistence is the cornerstone of victory. At the same time, my mother also taught me to honor my parents and respect my teachers. This is also the foundation of being a man.
I am the father of two children now, and I often tell my children stories related to my mother. My two daughters were educated according to what my mother told us at that time. I hope they can continue to carry forward the good habits and traditions of grandma and parents in the future.
Some people say that the most familiar people in the world are parents, but I think my sister is the lightest and most familiar person.
Sister, just graduated, is a kind and hardworking person. According to my family, I was brought up by my sister. When I was a child, she cared about me, cared for me and made me grow up healthily under her protection. Is when I cry because of a little thing, she teases me and loves me by my side; When I make trouble because I am hungry, it is she who arranges my "masterpiece" after making trouble and brings me delicious food; When I stained my clean clothes for fun, he took pains to clean and dry them for me ... She is my own sister, the apple of my eye, the one who takes good care of me and puts me first.
I remember that afternoon, it was raining in Mao Mao and the clock was ticking. Ah, school is almost over, so I quickly dialed my parents' phone. However, a word that disappointed me rang in my ear: my father is on a business trip and my mother is at work, so I really can't leave home. I have to find a way by myself. At this moment, a word came to my mind: Sister. So, I dialed my sister's phone in lightning speed, "Di ...", the phone was dialed, and my sister's voice sounded. Then, I explained the whole story to my sister. After listening, my sister who is elsewhere hurried home to pick me up for school.
After a while, my sister appeared in front of me and took me away. It was drizzling all the way, and the rain dripped on my clothes and face. However, I am not cold at all, because my sister cares for my sunshine and shines on me, which makes me feel warm. At this moment, the grass on the roadside smiled, and even the cold rain became warm. Twenty minutes later, I arrived at school under the escort of my sister.
Sister, my closest and most familiar sister, you have worked hard. Thank you for taking good care of me.
When the frogs are getting louder and louder, when the flowers are getting thicker and thicker, I think of you again in this beautiful season, and I realize that you have deeply settled in my heart, grandma.
Five years have passed, but your hearty laughter still echoes in my ears from time to time, and your figure of pulling weeds and fertilizing in the field always appears in front of my eyes. When you are away, the home always feels deserted. Grandpa seems to have aged a lot at once, and the crops in the sky are neglected and deserted. You must be very distressed to see it! I will also criticize my grandfather and water and weed myself. But now I can only leave good memories,
I always dream of you, dreaming that you cut the rice cake very thin and remove both ends. Now I have learned to make rice cakes by myself. But I can't smell you, and I'm beginning to regret why I didn't eat more when you let me eat.
The scarf you sent to read Buddha is bright red, and you still shrink your neck to read Buddha every day, but you secretly told me not to freeze on the way to school, and you deliberately said that you didn't like the color. Do you remember how I replied to you? I said the color was too corny, and you said red was so festive. Grandma, who is "duplicitous", why always cares about me but doesn't want to be good to herself? Now, I have put the red scarf that has been sealed for a long time around my neck, and I feel very warm. Because I can always smell you around it, so that winter is no longer cold.
In the past, you always took my hand and walked on the road with endless traffic. I asked, "Why do you always hold my hand so tightly?" And you always smile and don't talk, and that bright smile will never be forgotten by me. Because of your smile, I'm not afraid when I cross the street. You are in my heart, and you have been silently blessing me, haven't you?
The rape blossoms in the field are blooming brightly. I will present you a bouquet of rape flowers when I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day, because I have never forgotten that you said that it is your favorite flower, and some of them are just affordable, and there is nothing impetuous.
Send my best wishes, I believe you can hear it, because of you, in my heart forever.
Teacher Tao is the head teacher of our class. She has big bright eyes, which are not only beautiful, but also can talk.
Once in a math class, I not only didn't listen carefully, but also secretly started an "underground party" under the table-the novel was read with relish, but I was in Cao Cao's heart, in the Han Dynasty. Just when I was interested in it, my deskmate gave me an arm. I looked up and saw Mr Tao staring at me. I knew from Mr. Tao's eyes that I was wrong and sat down at once. Teacher Tao saw that I had corrected my mistake, and there was a smile on her lips, as if to say, "Correct when you know your mistake. That is still a good boy. " I am ashamed to see the teacher's smile.
When I ran for class cadre yesterday, my heart was still the same as usual-bang bang bang. Because I'm afraid I'll give a speech, but I have no choice. To tell the truth, who doesn't have this kind of psychology? Looking at all the students in the class, I want to take this step! However, my courage and confidence stopped me. At this time, I turned my attention to Mr. Tao. Sure enough, Mr. Tao gave me an encouraging look, as if to say, "Be brave, don't be afraid, believe in yourself, you can do it." So, I got up the courage to go to the podium and give a speech. I didn't expect my speech to get warm applause. Back in my seat, my heart is still pounding. I looked at Mr. Tao, who was looking at me approvingly, as if to say, "Haiyan, well done!" " "To my surprise, I actually got 50 votes, ranking first. However, all this is because of Mr. Tao's talking eyes.
Teacher Tao's eyes can talk, and I understand everything she says.
Who is our "city beautician"?
Who got rid of the dirtiest black spots in the city?
It's them, sanitation workers.
Wind and rain, hot summer, severe winter and cold, but the busy figure of sanitation workers has not disappeared. Cross the East Lane and then come to West Street. They may just rest on the way, but they have no regrets. Because they are beauticians in the city, they know that the beautiful environment of the public needs their own efforts, and they should try their best to give people the cleanest city and the most satisfactory hygiene.
Grass, everywhere, how ordinary, but they decorate the city. Didn't the sanitation workers pay in our city?
I still remember that one day there was a sudden strong wind and the sky was overcast. "It's going to rain!" Unconsciously, I stepped up my pace and hurried past a sanitation worker and garbage truck next to me. Sure enough, it began to rain. I found a shelter from the rain, and when I saw it, the sanitation worker had not left just now. I saw her wearing a hat that was about to be blown off by the wind, and then carefully dumped the fallen garbage back to the garbage truck with a broom. What a trivial matter, but it reflects the concern for sanitation workers.
Everyone thinks that garbage is dirty and smelly, in other words, the clothes of sanitation workers who accompany garbage every day are not clean. But I don't think so. Although sanitation workers dirty their bodies and clothes, their cleanliness remains in every corner of the city. The garbage stinks One day, the sanitation workers accompanying the garbage truck quietly surrounded the sanitation workers, but their fragrance remained forever.
Let's applaud the sanitation workers! Let's be proud of them! Let us admire their noble quality of self-sacrifice for others! Because they are popular urban beauticians!
The corn in my hometown is ripe again. Full and golden corn always reminds me of my frugal grandmother, and my grandmother's mantra that I spent one childhood summer vacation after another: we rural people should know how to be frugal!
I was born in a beautiful mountain village, and my parents are hardworking farmers. Besides farming at home, I often go out to work in my spare time. So I have been at my grandmother's house every summer vacation since primary school. Maybe because my parents are busy at work, I have been very close to my grandmother since I was a child. My grandmother is young, but she likes to nag. However, what she nagged about was not the truth, but her mantra.
I remember one year, when the corn in my hometown was ripe, my grandmother steamed a large cage of fresh corn just picked from the field at home. Grandma's steamed corn is so delicious that I can't help eating it every time. First of all, I strung a piece of corn that looks the most golden and full with chopsticks and swallowed it in one gulp. Maybe I ate too fast, and a lot of corn grains fell on the ground. When my grandmother saw it, she nagged: the giant panda is open, so good food can't be wasted! Our rural families should know how to be frugal!
Grandma, isn't this dirty corn just for chickens? How can it be wasted? I answered confidently. Grandma looked disapproving when she heard this. She recited a spell and picked up the corn kernels on the ground. After eating one, I felt dissatisfied, so I went to the steamer and picked one to eat. Grandma's corn is delicious. I ate with relish and unconsciously ate the third one. But I burped in the middle. I reached out and touched my bulging stomach and decided not to eat. Grandma, I can't eat half a corn. I'll feed it to the chickens! I shouted at my grandmother who was peeling corn outside the door. Oh, the giant panda is open. Why did this good thing go to feed the chickens? We rural people should know how to be frugal! The grandmother who said this rushed in from the outside, wiped her hands neatly on the apron, picked up my leftover corn, and carefully cut off the half-exposed corn cob with a kitchen knife. Here, you peck the chicken with this half corn cob, and then she turns and puts the other half corn back in the steamer, chanting: This half corn will be eaten as a snack for you in the future!
I helplessly looked at grandma's back and took this half-cut corn cob to feed the chickens. In my impression, grandma has always been so frugal. She will water the vegetables, mop the floor with face washing water, pad the soles with rags and make scones with leftovers. It's the season to harvest corn. Grandma will not only give people to eat, but also dry the ground corn flour and then use the straw as feed or firewood. In short, things are not wasted when they reach grandma.
Grandma can't say anything, but her mantra that we rural people want to know frugality most is deeply imprinted in my mind. Now, as I grow up, I begin to understand the truth in grandma's words. This virtue of diligence and thrift is a tradition of our Chinese nation and an excellent quality that every China person should inherit and follow. This is not only grandma's mantra, but also a good family style in our family!