Rizhao Nalan photography Jiaolaoshi

Walking on this familiar street, which is the center of the city, fashionable men and women and busy vehicles shuttle together on this bustling street.

Walking here with a relaxed mood, listening to the noise of the city and enjoying the prosperity of the city. Suddenly, a wail shook my heart. Out of curiosity, I looked in the direction of the sound. In a dark corner, I saw a black thing moving. What is that? I asked in my mind, so I stepped forward. You would never think that it was a real person! He doesn't have the conditions of a normal person at all: he can only make a sound but can't speak, his hands and feet are completely deformed, and he obviously loses his normal working ability. In front of him, there is a lonely money tray.

Seeing such a scene, I instinctively wanted to divert my attention, but I just met his sight helplessly. These are a pair of eager eyes. In the dark, those eyes are particularly bright, like a small lamp in the dark, attracting me. Although he can't speak, what he wants to say is clearly written in his eyes, and I think I can see it. In his eyes, I read his miserable life, the voice of expectation and the state of despair. How many things are in his eyes! Through his understanding of life and thinking about the world, he revealed the sadness and suffering that he could not talk and record. He also revealed his ideal of living like a normal person. These eyes are extremely important to him. They have replaced the mouth and hands. His eyes seemed to blame and resent the indifference of passers-by

Under the neon lights, in the metropolis, he can only lean against the wall, hide in a dark and dirty corner or lie on the side of the road, and only let passers-by pass by him. How many indifferent passers-by come with wallets, but money can only be as cold, lifeless and warm as them forever. Countless people, when you walk on such a street, please pay more attention to those who are curled up in the corner and need care! Their eyes will tell you everything and arouse your sympathy.

I stood there and thought for a long time, then I woke up. I put five dollars on the plate in front of him and left helplessly. At present, the eyes are still glowing. ...

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Forget her

My first teacher surnamed Li, a female teacher, worked as a head teacher in my primary school for six years. Because her education and influence on me are good from the original intention to the result, I have deep feelings for her. So whenever I meet a teacher named Li in the future, it's like smelling the breath of my loved ones.

My family lives in the countryside, so most of my classes are peasant children, with big movements, high voices and free nature, which makes it very difficult for teachers to manage. Moreover, I am the biggest action among girls, and my voice is higher than that of boys. My interests are so wide that I shoot foreigners and play slingshots with boys. Therefore, it has become a camel in the flock, which is particularly conspicuous and more difficult to manage.

But Miss Li is partial to me. Maybe I am impetuous and naughty, but I have a little generosity in my honesty and frankness, which can be regarded as "teachable material"! I liked Miss Li at first because she always had a faint fragrance, which I still remember. She has fine features and is amiable. Coupled with her fair and shiny skin, she feels more gentle and beautiful.

I remember when I was in grade one, Miss Li had to check her personal hygiene in winter. Because of poor rural conditions and lax management by parents, we are all like small natives. Once I was investigated, my face turned red and I was very rude.

During the break, my classmates said that Miss Li called me, and my heart went like a rabbit. As soon as I entered the door, the teacher smiled and said, "Come, wash your feet, and try whether it is hot or not!" " "My face became more red. She leaned down to help me take off my socks, washed my feet and said, "Your parents are busy. In the future, you should gradually form good habits ... let the water get cold ... and add some heat ... "

Since then, I have washed clean every day. At that time, I really thought, I want to wash like a teacher, white and bright. I didn't know until I grew up that it was impossible for me to wash as white as her.

I still clearly remember that the first composition assigned by Miss Li was called Washing Clothes. After school, she patted me on the head and said, "Go back and write well. Well written. The teacher will read it to the whole class! " "I cheerfully ran out of the classroom. I remember that the last sentence of the composition was written like this: "I can't tell you how happy I am when I look at my own laundry!" Most of the other students are: "I am very happy" and "I am very happy".

Miss Li praised this little difference in class and read my composition in class. In fact, today, how different is that sentence? But what if there is no first praise? Children's self-esteem is often boasted. After that, I racked my brains to finish every composition, trying to be different and unconventional. The purpose is just to get her praise and let her read my composition in class.

When I was a child, teachers often adopted the educational method of "taking medicine when in a hurry and punishing when in a fight is the best policy", which sometimes achieved immediate results; But Mr. Li patiently chose persuasion education, and the effect was very slow. I was naughty and impetuous when I was a child. Six years is a long time. I was called by my teacher to have a "personal meeting" every one or two weeks. I didn't understand until I was older in middle school. Without her tireless teaching for six years, I might be finished.

"Finished", how terrible these two words are!

It took me many years to understand her painstaking efforts: touching the soul without hurting the bones and muscles! "Smart people do smart things, don't be fooled by cleverness." This is the "Mo Bao" she left me when I graduated. With the growth of age, I have a deeper understanding of it and stick to it today!

Her people, her teachings, her faint fragrance overflowing from the inside out. ...

I can't forget her!

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I can't forget that.

I am alone. Somehow, whenever my mother comes back with a piece of meat, I dare not look at it. I tremble at the sight.

I'm afraid to see meat, because it's too scary. The first point is color-white+yellow+red+purple = terror! Then there is the appearance. Some are skinny, like a terrible thousand-year-old dead tree; Some are round, but it makes people feel empty. What I am most afraid of is the bacon that is dry and black and bent at both ends. It's so scary! Once, my father brought back a piece of meat like this, which really scared me. When I saw it, I screamed with fear. As a result, my mother hit me twice to stop this harsh cry. My mother is really bad.

Besides being afraid of seeing meat, I am more afraid of getting close to it. Mom used to hang a chicken above the microwave oven. I haven't touched the microwave oven since then, so I ran away when I passed the microwave oven. Mom saw that I was afraid of this, so she moved the chicken to a place where it was not easy to see, but I was afraid to turn on the light switch at the back of the refrigerator. If my mother moves this chicken to the pool again, I'm afraid I'll have to ask my mother to pick it up for me every time I need water. Finally, under my strong protest, the chicken moved and moved behind my mother's bedroom door.

I am not only afraid of approaching meat, but also afraid of dreaming about meat in my dreams. Once, I dreamed of a lot of meat in my dream. I first dreamed that one morning in the future, I woke up and found a lot of meat hanging on the wall. Then I dreamed that when I went to school after dinner, I saw people around me holding different shapes of meat. Finally, I dreamed that schools and classrooms were full of meat, and the blackboard newspaper turned out to be pictures of all kinds of meat! I was awakened by a dream. Looking back now, this is really a dream that makes me sweat!

Alas, when can I be brave and stop being afraid of meat?

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I can't forget that.

In my memory, some things make me laugh, some things make me sad, some things disappoint me, and there is one thing I will never forget.

It was a hot summer, the sky was so blue and beautiful, and the sun was shining on the earth. On my way home from school, I saw an old man crossing the road. I took a closer look, ah, it turned out to be a blind grandfather. I quickly said, "Grandpa, let me help you cross the road!" " "Grandpa smiled and nodded and told me where he lived. I had no idea at that time that it was a scam. I helped my grandfather across the street and reached his residence. I am in high spirits because I have done a good deed. I said goodbye to grandpa. I was halfway there and thought, "Ha! I did a good deed just now, and my mother must praise me. "I feel thirsty when I think about it. I touched my pocket. Hey, where's the five yuan pocket money my mother gave me? I suddenly thought of the old man. I thought to myself, "Could it be ..." I immediately ran to my grandfather's house and saw an uncle coming. I asked, "What about the blind grandfather I just sent?" Uncle said, "How can there be a blind grandfather in this street?" I said in surprise, "It turns out that he ..." Thinking of this, my nose turned sour and I cried. The sky seems to be dark, and so does the world. I am sad. Grandpa, do you know? I'm not sorry for the five dollars, but because you cheated me, a young and ignorant child, with your compassion. Do you know that?/You know what? What you hurt is a pure childlike innocence. I can't forget it! Never forget that day!

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I can't forget that.

It's been over a year, but I always remember it. That made me get rid of my bad habits of being playful, selfish and lying.

Last summer, my little cousin who lives in the countryside came to my house as a guest. I saw my little cousin holding a cute, lifelike clay figurine. It's really beautiful, so I thought: What about this little clay figurine?

At noon that day, mom and dad went to work, and only my little cousin and I were at home. I said, "Cousin, let's play outside." "All right!" The little cousin said.

Along the way, my little cousin danced and laughed and was very happy. Just as he was jumping, he accidentally dropped the little clay figurine I had been paying attention to. I saw my little cousin didn't find it, so I quietly picked up the little clay figurine and put it in my pocket. We played for a long time. After returning home, my little cousin found the little clay figurine missing. "Brother, I lost the little clay figurine." My little cousin looked at me anxiously and said. "Where did you throw it? I didn't see it. " I said something absently. "Let's go out and look for it!" "Come on, this is just a little clay figurine. I have homework to do. " The little cousin pursed his mouth in frustration. I can see that he likes little clay figurines very much.

Seeing my little cousin pouting and not saying a word, my face burned up at once. It must be very red. I don't want to do my homework. I think my little cousin is from the village and his family is not rich. It is not easy to buy a small toy. So, I got up the courage to take out the little clay figurine and said to my little cousin, "I found the little clay figurine you lost." I like it very much and put it in my pocket. " Seeing the little clay figurine, my little cousin smiled, and his face suddenly opened with joy and said happily, "as long as it's not thrown outside!" If you like it, I will give it to you as a souvenir! " I am holding a little clay figurine, happy and ashamed, and I really don't like it in my heart. Later, I put the little clay figurine on the desk and kept reminding myself to be an honest boy.

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