At that time, the sixth grade composition 1 opened the door to memories, and memories flooded in, one after another, from the bottom of my heart, which made me feel warm. Suddenly a beam of light came out from the waves of memory. That is a dazzling sapphire. It is so shiny. Yes, that's right! This is the problem. ...
It was a cold winter, six degrees below zero. My parents and I wore cotton-padded clothes and played a bicycle race. The race is to see who can ride fast, and the first one can get 100 yuan, but I have to let my parents walk for ten minutes, which is a condition.
The game is about to start! I rode down and they warmed up first. When I went down, they rode away first, and then I began to warm up. Looking at their backs, I wonder if they are far ahead and will it be difficult to catch up? I think I can go again, but my parents will be worried.
But when I recalled the high salary, I set off at once. I rode as fast as lightning and galloped on the road. Suddenly, the sky seems to be stained with gray, but I don't care at all. I want to spend it while riding. I suddenly slipped and left a scar on my knee. It began to rain in a few minutes. The rain is like a flood. I'm wet. I'm cold and regretful. There was a trace of regret in my eyes and I couldn't help crying. My tears are like soybeans. My heart is broken, my tears keep falling, and my heart is cold as rain.
Just when I felt extremely sad, a young man helped me hold an umbrella to shelter from the rain, helped me up, bandaged the wound with a white handkerchief, and then handed it to my mobile phone and said, "Little brother, are you alone?" Call your family with your mobile phone. "His eyes, like the warm spring breeze, swept the fresh air, brushed my cold face and blew away my sadness; Like the sunshine in winter, it illuminates my face and brings me a little warmth; Another example is a sweet spring rain that moistens my heart. How warm, how warm. In this cold winter, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world.
Later, my wound healed, leaving only an inconspicuous trace, but it was deeply imprinted in my brain, very clear.
At that time, when I encountered difficulties and was at my wit's end, my eyes full of encouragement would emerge in my heart, like a torch in winter, like a sword, or a clear spring, giving me unlimited vitality.
"Whoo-hoo." The wind is blowing in my ear, and the bicycle runs smoothly on the road. But when I tried to speed up, my feet were empty. I hurried to look back, my hands trembled because I looked back, so I moved my whole body. Finally, like a bird with a broken wing, I slammed into the ground with a sad cry. My hands were skinned by the rough ground, my feet fell to the ground, my car was thrown to the side of the road, and only the tires were spinning, as if laughing at my incompetence. Then, a pain came like a sharp knife, plunged into my heart and whipped my nerves like a whip. A strong sense of frustration is like a fire, burning me, and the hot heat wave makes me breathless and irritable.
"Damn it, if I had known that bicycles were difficult to learn, I wouldn't have to suffer this crime." Pain and injustice roared in my heart, and tears almost came to my eyes. Giving up seems to be the best ending now.
At this moment, my father came over and stared at me with a pair of encouraging eyes. Those eyes seem to say, "Tears are meaningless, only sweat and blood can achieve success." This kind of eyes, as if let me see Beethoven in endless difficulties, not bow, but fight with it; I seem to see Qiu's perseverance under the raging fire, treating pain as nothing. Yes! No matter to what extent the pain of body and soul erodes you, as long as there is a heart of "Qian Shan is only idle", even if the sky falls, it can be mended. At that moment, this eye melted into my heart, like a shining morning star, sweeping away the haze in my heart and illuminating the road ahead. With this encouragement, an unbeaten determination filled my heart and blood flowed all over my body. I got on the bus again, wiped away tears and sweat, gritted my teeth and stepped on the accelerator firmly ... Finally, the oncoming breeze blew on my face, sweeping away all the pain and fatigue and replacing it with joy and pride.
I haven't seen that look in my eyes for the next few years, but it's still imprinted on my mind like a soldering iron. Remind me when I need it most: when endless pain and difficulties overwhelm me, strength and effort are the only way to break through it.
At that time, there must be a lot of eyes in life, some of which happened inadvertently, some of which were angry when angry, and some of which moved us very much. ...
It was a final exam in grade five. When the math test paper was handed out, I stared at the 90-year-old man with wide eyes. Is it true?/You don't say. I'm not dreaming. I kept saying in my heart, "It's not true, it's not true …" I stared at the test paper as if I were going to tear it up. My classmates all came to see me make a fool of myself, covering their mouths and laughing.
I have a test paper wet with tears in my hand, and tears flow like a source. Birds twitter, as if laughing at my incompetence, and raindrops beat on my umbrella, as if playing a sad tune for me.
When I got home, my mother ran out with small steps. Seeing her eyebrows raised and her eyes narrowed, I could only squeeze out a wry smile. "Son, how many points did you get?" Mom asked expectantly. "90" I answered in a mosquito-like voice. As soon as my mother saw the test paper, her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, her forehead wrinkled into a big "Sichuan", and her wrinkled eyebrows twisted into two caterpillars. I lowered my head and dared not look my mother in the eye, waiting for her "saliva rain" and the amazing lion roar, but it didn't come for a long time.
"son." My mother stared at me with reproachful eyes, so sad and angry, like a sword piercing my heart, cold air and my nervous and trembling cheeks. Through my frightened eyes, my mother seemed to see my sadness and regret. Her mouth was wide open, as if she had a thousand words to spit out, but her lips were clenched tightly and her teeth rattled, and her mother gradually calmed down. The anger and sadness in the eyes turned into encouragement and encouragement, and the original wrinkled brow also stretched out and smiled. The mother said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if my son failed in the exam, what is important is to find mistakes from it." Mom will find out the mistakes with you tonight and correct them together. I hope you can get better. "Looking at my mother, I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded firmly.
My mother's eyes will never forget me and will always accompany me, inspiring me to become a better person and climb mountains.
At this time, time flies, the day of school is coming again, and the exam is coming. I shuffled along with my father. He told me a lot with earnest heart, but my left ear went in and my right ear went out. Now that I think about it, I only remember one thing. I'm going to have a stepmother.
I took my schoolbag and watched the lively scene of ants foraging on the road, so I threw away the biscuits together. But they are kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, not only ungrateful, but also disgusted and left. Seeing this scene, I crushed the biscuits with my feet. Father saw it, sighed and said, "Don't you agree?"
Huh? What do you agree or disagree with? What does this have to do with stepping on cookies? I was puzzled and asked him, "Do you agree or disagree? Something happened! Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly? " My eyes were fixed on him. He swallowed, lowered his head and said, "An uncle introduced you to a stepmother. I see if you agree or disagree! " As he spoke, his face turned slightly red and he buried his head deeper.
No, of course not! Stepmother, in my impression, is vicious, but at this moment, my father's eyes are ... expecting, uneasy, happy, and a little pleading ... I hesitate. Yes, dad is old, and he needs someone to accompany him and take care of him. Can you imagine dad being lonely in his later years? What's more, grandparents also need to be taken care of. But a voice said, "Your mother will come back. Do you want a strange woman to take her place? " ? Stepmother is not a good person! "
"I, I, I don't mind. It's good to have a stepmother ... my voice is getting lower and lower, so low that I can't even hear myself. I asked myself, is this true? I don't know the answer. All I know is that my parents and grandparents need to be taken care of. Dad will be very happy with her company. Dad looked at me with a happy expression on his face. He smiled and said, "I know, I didn't expect you to agree!" "
I turned around and stuck out my tongue. Indeed, I didn't expect, um ... stepmother, I'm looking forward to it. What will you become? You're not Snow White's stepmother, are you? I must test you and turn it off for my dad!
Memories at that time were a golden beach, and those memories had already turned into pearls in shells and were buried in fine sand. Sometimes, a few birds come and suddenly fly away, and their feathers are scattered all over the floor. I brushed away those feathers and found a big shining pearl. I saw it then, my eyes. ...
That day, the wind gently touched my face, leaving the smell of autumn. I came to school with a good mood. Soon, the teacher walked into the class with a serious face and said that our whole class did not do well in the exam. Later, my classmates gave me a test paper. She looked at my score and shook her head.
I grabbed the test paper. Oh, my God! I only got 86 points! For me, who has never scored 90% in Chinese, I can't accept it immediately. Plus, my mother is so strict with me at ordinary times, and she never allows my grades to regress. What would she say? Will she scold me? I walked with heavy steps, and the wind made me tremble, and the roadside lights bent down. The pedestrians on the roadside are discussing something, and they all seem to laugh at me.
When I entered the house, my mother came out of the kitchen and asked me, "Your teacher said that the test paper was handed out today. How did you do in the exam? " Looking at my mother's expectant eyes, I couldn't help looking down. "8 ...86 points. "I stammered the test paper to my mother. Mother took the test paper and looked at mine carefully. She said, "It's okay. I hope I can do better next time. Come, let's analyze the wrong questions together. " My mother's eyes are like a deep pool, wide and calm, full of encouragement to me. At that time, those eyes were full of my mother's love for me; At that time, those eyes were full of mother's support.
Put this pearl back and let the eyes at that time be hidden in the depths of memory forever. Some memories are like water in the palm of your hand. No matter whether you open it or hold it tightly, she will always flow clean through your fingers bit by bit, but at that time, her eyes were engraved on my beach, which became my motivation and kept me going bravely. ...
At that time, the eyes opened the floodgate of memory, and memories poured in. One by one from the heart, the heart can not help but warm. Suddenly, a beam of light emerged from the waves of memory. That is a dazzling sapphire, so shining in my memory. Yes, that's right. This is the problem. ...
The bell rang and our exam was over. I walked out of the examination room with my face gloomy, my brow furrowed and my eyes glazed over. Because I know-I failed the exam.
The next day, it was raining, the birds hung their tails and sang ugly songs, and everything was lifeless. I walked into the classroom with heavy steps and sat down trembling.
After a while, the teacher came in with a pile of test papers. Seeing my deskmate, his mouth rose like a curved crescent. The teacher's eyes are so gentle, like a ray of sunshine in winter, and like a ray of sunshine in spring breeze blowing on her face. This look crossed the air, brushed the cheeks of the deskmate and blew into the heart of the deskmate, making the deskmate feel very gentle and comfortable. The eyes contained infinite joy, excitement and excitement, as if to say, "You didn't live up to the teacher's expectations."
But when my eyes saw me, my face full of flowers immediately became cold. Eyebrows immediately turned upside down, eyes wide and round. His eyes are so stern, like a sword stabbing him. This sword crossed the cold air and stabbed my heart, which made me feel very sad. There is infinite anger in my eyes, as if to say, "wait for me."
The teacher walked slowly onto the platform and said, "This time, some students' attitudes are not quite correct. I will hand out the test papers for everyone to reflect on. "Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears and my mouth closed.
I learned this lesson, wrote the reflection of this exam, and summarized the shortcomings. Finally, I got excellent results in a later exam. Looking at the high score test paper, I showed a happy smile.
I swept away the previous smog and looked up at the window. The sky is still blue, like a huge ocean, covered with colorful sunset clouds, and the birds are still singing happily, so charming. Every time I think back to that look, I am thinking about summing up the failure in my heart, in order to usher in success. ...