What happened to him? Fan Wenyi:
The annual class cadre election has begun again. All the students who take part in the election need to attend the speech. What impressed me most was Tan Xiao's performance.
Tan Xiao is my strongest competitor in this election, so I pay special attention to him. I saw him slowly step onto the platform and start his speech. I saw his hands holding the mouse shaking slightly and his mouth kept swallowing, but he tried to control his emotions and spoke slowly, as if to hide his nervousness.
In this way, after a wonderful speech and a long voting session, we finally reached the most tense session-the singing session. I tried to stabilize my emotions and watched Tan Xiao's performance out of the corner of my eye. He gradually became nervous and saw his hands clenched and rubbed constantly, as if cheering for himself. At first, I was neck and neck with him. He pretended to be relaxed and laughing with his deskmate, but his eyebrows were still locked and his eyes were fixed on the ballot.
Slowly, I came from behind, and the votes began to surpass him. He became impatient, propped his head on one hand and looked restless. As time goes by, his votes are still a few less than mine. He clenched his fist and sweat came out from his forehead. The students around Tan Xiao seem to feel the tense atmosphere. They hold their breath and dare not disturb him.
The election was over, and Tan Xiao was not elected in the end. But soon, he was alive and kicking again, without the tension just now. His mood really switches freely!
What happened to him? Fan Wener:
In this world, some people make others angry, some people are fooled, some people confuse others, and my teammates on the football team are also moved by me.
That summer vacation, our football team was training. Suddenly, my companion suddenly fainted. I immediately brought a bottle of water, gently lifted him up and fed him bit by bit. Suddenly, he choked and all the water in his mouth was sprayed on my face and body. I decided to take him to the infirmary without cleaning up. I held him with all my strength. How heavy! However, I was worried about his health and gritted my teeth.
When he arrived at the infirmary, the doctor examined him for a while and said that he had heatstroke, which was nothing serious. I just put down my hanging heart. After a long time, he woke up. I quickly brought him a cup of warm water, gently helped him sit up and said to him, "You have heatstroke. Drink some warm water to replenish water. " As he spoke, he handed the glass. He only drank it twice and then choked and coughed. I rushed to the front to help him pat his back and said, "Drink slowly, don't worry!" " "
He looked at me with grateful eyes and said, "thank you, I'm so heavy." How did you carry me to the infirmary? " I scratched my head and said, "Ha ha! You were heavy, but you fainted at that time, so I wanted to take you to the infirmary quickly. It turns out that my teammates who have always been cold have such a sentimental side, which makes me moved! From then on, we became good friends who talked about everything.
What happened to him? Fan Wensan:
In life, it is particularly interesting for my brother to be angry. He is so stingy that no one can stop his stubbornness. Because of this, the whole family dare not provoke him, but who knows that he met a little cousin who is not sensible, it will be very interesting.
One day, my aunt came to our house with the pudding made by my little cousin. Everyone is happy, except my brother who is unhappy and hides behind his mother. We all gathered around our little cousin to play with him. When he fell, everyone shouted, leaving his brother in the cold.
My brother is playing with building blocks alone, showing his unhappy appearance. His eyebrows turned into a figure of eight, and his mouth bent downward, as if he were about to cry at any time. Just then Pudding came over and grabbed the building blocks from my brother. Finally, my brother got angry. He pointed to the pudding, raised his eyebrows, stamped his foot and shouted, "This is my toy, you can't play with it!" " With that, he reached out and grabbed the building blocks from the pudding and hid them behind the curtain.
At this time, the mother came over and said to her brother, "If you are a brother, you should give it to your brother. You are the most obedient. " Unexpectedly, my brother's face fell, his mouth curled, he glared at his little cousin and reluctantly walked back to his room. I quietly followed, and through the crack of the door I saw him venting his anger with a pillow. He swung his fist and hit the pillow hard, then bit his lower lip, threw the badly hit pillow aside and sat on the bed, panting angrily.
This is my brother's angry look. Is it funny? Although my brother has a bad temper, his stubbornness makes our life full of fun.