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"I made a wish to the meteor, I want you to know that I love you!" This is a lyric, but is it just a lyric? Don't! This is my only wish for meteors.

It's 3: 48 a.m. on1/month 19, and I just watched the meteor shower in Leo. Listen to others and make a wish to see the meteor shower, and your wish will come true. I can't believe it, but I hope it's true, because I think-"I'll make a wish to the meteor to let you know that I love you!" " "

This wish should come true, right? I think. Because it's as simple as that-let my mother know that I love her deeply.

Watching the meteor cut through the silent sky, I quietly spread my wings and flew into the memory door opened by the meteor.

"Mom, I want to eat apples!" "Don't eat such expensive apples. Eat oranges! " "No, I want to eat apples! If dad were here, he would definitely buy it for me! "

"Your father bought it for you! Go find him! " Mom almost shouted this sentence. I was scared to cry and just stood there, afraid to move or speak. ...

My father left my mother and me on New Year's Eve. I am not sensible, and I always mention my father intentionally or unintentionally, which makes my mother very sad. At that time, my father left us for only about twenty days.

Meteors are fleeting, just like tears falling from the sky. Like me, it is sad. The difference is that there is no trace of its tears, but there are two crystal tears on my cheeks.

My mother turned her head, wiped her eyes, took my hand and said calmly, "Good boy! Don't cry, buy two if you want to eat ... "

Children are easy to coax. I went home happily with two big apples in my arms.

It happened on my mother's way to pick me up from work.

The first thing my mother did when she got home was peel the apple for me, because I don't eat the apple peel, because it tastes a little bitter. I ate the apple happily and fell asleep. When I wake up at night, the light in my mother's bedroom is still on. I walked over and saw what my mother was eating. I deliberately shouted: "Mom! What's delicious? Don't call me ... "Mom turned her head and we froze at the same time. "Mom, why do you still eat apple peel?" "It's a pity to throw it away ..." "Why wasn't it a pity before?" I almost scolded my mother angrily, and tears came down unwillingly. I don't know why, even in retrospect, I don't know why. Mom cried. I don't know if I made her cry. She held me in her arms and said, "Ethan, it's different now. Dad left, and the family income was less. Besides, the savings at home are also used to treat your father. From now on, you can't give your mother anything! You should be sensible and learn well, ah! " I was dull and remembered the scene when my mother ate an apple peel just now. It seemed that I understood a lot at once and grew up a lot. ...

That was the first time I realized poverty, and I realized from that scene that it was the most unforgettable scene.

There are more tears in the sky, but my tears have stopped. What is there to cry about? Let the sky cry if it wants to. No matter whether I'm sad or not, I only know: "I made a wish to the meteor to let you know that I love you!" " "Bridges-most bridges are bridges built by workers, while family bridges are bridges built by my parents for me. They are my right-hand man in life.

Over the years, my parents have always loved me, tolerated my mistakes, and led me through the ups and downs of life with their generous hands. How I wish that if I left home, I could get rid of their careful care and care, but when I left home for the first time, I really understood them-it was a torrent in the depths of calm water. Whenever I am willful and disobedient, what kind of heart will my parents use to hold me? After you put up with my mistakes again and again, deep remorse is like endless rain washing away the dust accumulated in my heart for a long time. Love, with your tolerance, becomes more cordial! !

When I come to the fork in the road of life, you always act as my guide and guide me to a new life path. Every time I go home late at night, the orange light far from home brings me warmth, and your white hair looms in the shadow of the light. At this time, there is always something in my eyes called tears. I always have your support and understanding to cheer me up after every failure.

After knowing that I failed after countless efforts, I became depressed and haggard day by day. At that time, the sky was gray, and I overheard your's conversation. Those words are like stones falling in the water, connecting layers of arrogance.

"It's no use doing so. It is late at night. Go to sleep! " Father said

"I fell asleep there. The child is in this state now. She has been psychologically sorry for us. In fact, she knows that we don't blame her, as long as she tries her best. " Mother said with tears.

"I hope that after a setback, she can deepen her understanding of life and see the meaning of success more thoroughly," her father said.

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At that moment, I was shocked This discourse contains how much affection I have for my parents, and how many satisfied blessings and hopes I have for my parents! My tears can't help falling. Parents, take precautions! I will turn your love into the power of knowledge, because your love, I understand! And because it's the best reward for loving you.

A night that shook the soul.

When I saw my cousin again, it was in the evening of a weekend at the end of May. He is wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, carrying a big bag on his shoulder and holding a big black plastic bag in his hand. He was covered with dust, so I could hardly recognize him.

My cousin is one year younger than me and lives in a town in Mianzhu. During the summer vacation, my father often takes me to my uncle's house for a period of time. My cousin, his classmates, the Russian, me and the three of us often go to quiet Berlin under the pretext of reviewing our lessons, sit on the wide lawn and pretend to recite, then throw the books into the sky, take out the poker hidden in our trouser pockets and start throwing poker. Great Berlin is so quiet. We are tired of playing. When we were lying on the lawn, we could hear the waves blowing over Berlin. After dinner, we often go to Mianshui River to cool off. The dam is very big. We waded barefoot into the cold water and chased each other. The mountain wind blowing from the foot of Longmen Mountain blows our skirts and hair.

My cousin was cheerful and his grades were not as good as Russian. Menstruation often criticizes him and compares him to a Russian. Whenever this happens, he makes faces at me. So when I saw Russian the next day, I used yesterday's criticism to blackmail Russian into buying him a box of ice cream. Russians will spread out their hands and painfully declare that good grades are also a sin, and then reluctantly compensate each of us for an "Ili Zi".

It was almost the happiest time of my summer vacation.

But I haven't seen my cousin for almost two years. Because of the senior high school entrance examination, at the request of my father, I began to shuttle through various cram schools, and my cousin's shadow was gradually forgotten by me under the heavy study pressure.

Mianzhu is the hardest hit area of "5. 12" earthquake. At first, the phone couldn't get through, and our family was very anxious. Later, we finally got in touch with my uncle and learned that their house was safe except for the collapse of the house. Uncle and menstruation have to take part in earthquake relief and have no time to take care of their cousin. His school collapsed and he wants his cousin to come to Chengdu by car. I hope my father can arrange for my cousin to study in Chengdu temporarily.

Without any effort, my father soon contacted my cousin and asked him to study in a school near my home. My cousin lives in my room. When I come home from boarding school every weekend, I often see my cousin sitting under the desk lamp, lost in thought. I told him how our school donated money and materials to the disaster area, and he only gave a faint response, his eyes were a little blurred. On weekends, I took him to the amusement park, to KFC and sat in the spacious and bright hall of KFC. I saw him turn his head away from the TV program that showed the news of the disaster area.

I think there must be something deeply pressing on my cousin's heart. That weekend, we went back late. When we passed the Funan River, he suddenly asked me, "Brother, do you remember that Russian?" Of course I remember the curly hair and his silly smiling face that I can never finish combing. "Elder brother, you know? The Russians are dead! " I was immediately shocked. "He had rushed to the stairs and suddenly ran back. I knew he was looking for me, but he didn't know that I had rushed in front of him. When the Russian went in, he never came back ... "I just stood there and couldn't hear my cousin's words. I just felt that the night wind of Funan River made me cold.

In mid-June, my cousin will go back to Mianzhu. I have promised him that I will go to see Russian children with him after the senior high school entrance examination.

bear

I remember the French writer Hugo once said: The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky. It can tolerate everything in the world, be kind to others and turn enemies into friends. I really understood this because of an accident.

It was Monday morning, and I hurried to wash the lunch box. You know, time is life! If you win time, you can finish your homework ahead of time and have more time to read. There is a lot of homework waiting for me to "date" with them in the classroom. But today, somehow, there are many times more people by the pool than usual. Is the homework unified throughout the school? I began to be agitated, and my anger rose bit by bit, and the whole person became a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Finally, I couldn't restrain my anxiety. I found a loophole and I'm going to get in. After going through five passes and six generals, I finally squeezed into the pool and took a long breath-I can get rid of this inhuman torture soon. I didn't care about my pride, and I didn't have time to think about the crowd behind me. I started washing. Three times five divided by two, you're done! Get better ... I just feel my body leaning to the left, stepping into the sewage in front of the pool and pressing my left hand into the pool. To make matters worse, I was splashed with dirty oil and water on my face and became a real drowned rat! Anger rushed to the top of my head, and I immediately looked back for the hateful "perpetrator", a little boy in Grade One. I gave him a hard stare, and I really wanted to scold him, but I stared at him fiercely for fear of violating discipline and not daring to yell. Maybe I look a little scary. The little boy was at a loss, holding the lunch box tightly in his hands and staring at me timidly. Seeing my silence, he knew something was wrong and stammered, "I'm sorry, I ... I didn't ... I didn't mean to." Said with a little tears in his eyes, sparkling.

Suddenly, I seem to see myself in this bright light.

It was when I first entered school that I met a third-grade elder sister by the pool. That big sister is worse than me now. That beautiful skirt was dyed into a big face by the sewage in the pool. I was so scared that I forgot to say sorry for a moment. I just stood there quietly for a while, waiting to be scolded by the Beatles. But instead of scolding me, she smiled at me and asked me if I hit it. At that moment, I was so grateful to that big sister that I even felt really happy living in such a school.

So am I a little hateful now? I blinked unconsciously and let the smile bloom on my face, although I was a little reluctant. "It doesn't matter." I blurted out that it was the little boy's turn to be surprised. He opened his mouth wide as if he didn't believe it. Seeing him like this, I couldn't help laughing, really. "It really doesn't matter. I'm just scaring you, Doby! " He seemed to believe me, smiled at me, and two small dimples popped out. How cute! I can't help thinking of my brother at home again. "Come, let me help you wash!" I said to him gently. "Don't need it. You'd better put your feet first ... "He seemed a little funny and looked at my feet still in the water playfully. "ah!" I immediately raised my feet. I am a little embarrassed, but I am still very happy. Back in the classroom, the homework was completed surprisingly smoothly.

It has been several years since this incident, but when I think about it, I am filled with emotion: Mount Tai won't give up the soil, so it can achieve great things; Rivers and seas do not choose small streams, so they can become deep. As long as we have a tolerant heart and are generous and tolerant, life will be more exciting!

A scenic line

Yellow and green fields flew by the window one after another, perhaps because I slept all morning, I was attracted by such boring "scenery" and looked out of the window with my head tilted.

Snoring in the trunk, even the noisy little boy fell asleep in his mother's arms, drooling. Suddenly I feel a little heavy on my left shoulder. I turned my head and saw my mother's head on my shoulder. She actually fell asleep on my shoulder, and a sense of joy flooded my mind-that's how I fell asleep on my mother's shoulder when I was a child. The breeze blew in through the half-open window, and my neck felt itchy. I rolled my eyes and found strands of hair on my mother's forehead fluttering around my neck. I tried to touch the window with my right hand, keeping my body still and trying to close the window. Her body moved, so I stopped quickly for fear of waking her. I have been keeping this action and letting the breeze blow in. Although my left shoulder is numb and my neck itches, I still "don't move". Because this is a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness to fulfill others. The scenery outside the window is no longer attractive, but there is an ordinary and special scenery inside the car!

The little boy is still lying in his mother's arms, sleeping soundly. The saliva is getting longer and longer. I rolled my eyes and looked at his mother's sleeping face. How much she resembles my real mother-the wrinkles on her forehead are so clear that they are not as smooth as before. My mother broke her heart for home and dug out her heart for me. Mom must be very tired, too. It's time to have a good rest.

After thinking about it, I gradually feel that my left shoulder is not so heavy, my neck is not so itchy, and my whole body suddenly has vitality. I want to shoulder this responsibility and let myself "enjoy" this kind of "tiredness" so that all mothers in the world can enjoy peace and happiness, even for a short time! I kept my original posture, and people around me cast admiring eyes. At this time, an idea surged in my mind: as long as you have a little love, even if it is only a small contribution, it will form an eye-catching and beautiful scenic line!

Comments: The author is good at selecting materials and his ideas are very innovative. He skillfully combined the fatigue of the little boy and his mother, the fatigue of "me" and the fatigue of "my mother" to write, praised all the "tired" mothers in the world, expressed the author's deep feelings about "tired and happy" and revealed the unique connotation of "scenery". The details are great. It is the itch of the neck, the breeze blowing, the flow of saliva, the wrinkles on the forehead, the micro movement of a few strands of hair and the solidified posture, which makes "a scenery" so real and beautiful.

see you again

Time flies, and the years flow. My primary school life has passed quickly, and we are about to leave my alma mater, which I have been waiting for for for six years. My heart is full of infinite nostalgia for my alma mater. It is inevitable that there will be people where you are going, but I can't bear to see everything on campus. My classmates who spent the Spring and Autumn Festival with me will light up our future teachers.

Students who have been together for six years are about to leave, and it is inevitable that they will be a little sad. The profound friendship accumulated in six years is unforgettable. I remembered the good times when I lived, studied and played with my classmates. I really hope that time can go back, but now we can't play as naive as before. In the last period of school, we only study or study. Now, I'm leaving. What happened between us is being forgotten.

Dear teacher, you have given me knowledge and taught me the truth of being a man. How much you care about our study! It's midnight, and you are still correcting our homework and preparing lessons for us. You gave us love and knowledge, but your hair was dyed white by ruthless years.

Graduation from primary school is the first milestone in my life. I stood before this milestone and recalled my six-year primary school life. Ah! Everything is so unforgettable.

Now I'm leaving. I'm leaving your mother's alma mater. How can I stand it? However, the road of life is very long, and I can't stay with you forever, just as a child can't snuggle in his mother's arms forever. But I will never forget you in my heart. I will always miss you!

Tomorrow, you will leave. How do we say goodbye today?

On campus, many times, you said you didn't want to leave. Many times, I endured tears and said don't do this.

What else can we do?

The more I grow up, the more I find that I am not strong at all.

Hands live, hands create the future.

There was once a book that touched me a lot when I was young. When I first saw its quaint cover and the title of Phnom Penh, I was deeply attracted by it-the mysterious island.

At that time, the book was extremely difficult to borrow, and I had to borrow it after many twists and turns. When I opened my first reading with my trembling hands, I was strongly shocked.

For the first time, it attracted me with twists and turns, fascinating suspense, bizarre coincidence and thrilling life. Because of ordinary life, I was introduced into fantasy several times. At that time, I thought: this is what I yearn for …

Once again, although I didn't expect it for the first time when I opened it, I have more ideas for further exploration. After reading it, I couldn't help laughing: "I was attracted again." Because the plot is compact, I can't wait to ponder, but I have some more feelings, which makes me more curious. ...

Once again, long time no see, but there is a leisurely elegance. I should appreciate this masterpiece this time. Seeing the isolated island in the middle, I suddenly thought: What is the most important thing for them? Hands! Shocked, I thought: If so, they started their own future with their hands and lived on an island with their hands. So are we? Live with your own hands, work hard and survive in the torrent of the world. We should also have an epiphany!

On weekdays, we work with our precious hands, starting with our own hands and achieving our ideals. Even if there is nothing, there are hands! The hand is still there, the opportunity is still there, and the bright future is in our hands! However, the hand also needs to be cherished and protected, because the hand is a versatile tool, a handle to open the door, and the most important existence to grasp the light.

This book teaches us vividly and interestingly. Inspire us with stories and even theories. Open the dusty heart to the society and the world with soft hands. Light, we have, because we have hands; Miracle, we believe, because it can be created with both hands!

Mysterious Island is a classic both emotionally and intellectually. What is a good book? It is. Give us literary talent with words; The plot touched us; It is wise for us to think deeply.

Ah! Understand its mystery with indifference! Let's grab it with both hands! Create! Yes!

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