Who is the boss of Shantou photography?

Time went by in a hurry. Half a semester passed before my eyes. Many memories, some because I forgot the passage of time, some were moved, and I couldn't leave an indelible mark on my heart. ..... Because I was moved, I was left with an indelible impression. Let me tell you slowly with the rain!

On Friday, the rain poured down. I didn't listen to my parents. At noon, I didn't bring my umbrella. Now God asked me why it began to rain at this time. "Dad didn't come back. My mother got off work at five o'clock today. What should I do? " I whispered, "Yes, I couldn't hit the previous high point, but why? What should I do at this time?" I made a complaint. At this time, I feel very happy in the underground passage of an unfortunate classmate like me who has no umbrella. I have a partner. I want to ask her who lives where, mom, just listen to the voice! "So the student's mother came." I'm dizzy. I finally have a companion. "I have a bitter stomach to swallow, hoping to see my mother soon. I can only stand in front of the classroom. " Hey! What are you doing? Just stand there. "I'm looking for fame, and its enemy is my classmate Peng." I hope you can handle it. "I deliberately looked far away and didn't deserve to say it." Hey, you don't have an umbrella (* _ *) "Peng looked at the thief and smiled." You don't care. "I'm still trying to say." I'll take you home, "Peng hesitated for a moment and said," will you take me home? "I doubt it." Yes, "Peng nodded. I still have doubts in my heart. I think Peng and I quarrel every day and occasionally fight. "hey! Fool, don't go. Did you leave? "Peng's words interrupted my thoughts." Go, go, "I retorted in panic.

On the way home, I feel as if it didn't rain. There is a look on his head, a dark red one, and Peng is just a small place. I went to Peng to push an umbrella, and then I left, so that I could enjoy the heavy rain, but my heart was so warm. ......

This makes me very moved.

Eighty-five cents made everyone cry!

At noon one day, a woman picking up junk came back on a tricycle, passed an abandoned alley, suddenly jumped out of the corner of the alley and sold it to a scrap collection station. The gangster was holding a knife, and the woman with the knife leaned against his chest, and the fierce woman ordered him to hand over the money. The woman stood there motionless in fright. The criminal began to search the woman's pocket and found a plastic bag with a stack of money.

The gangster took a pile of money and turned away. At this time, the woman reacted and immediately rushed forward and grabbed the plastic bag. The boss pointed a knife at a woman, as if stabbing her and threatening her to let go. Women hold a bag of money tightly with both hands in life and let go of life and death. Women are crying to the residents in the hutong, clutching their bags and desperately trying to help them, and some people come to catch criminals together when they hear the news. Criminals helped women walk into the crowd and marched to the nearby police station. A policeman received that during their interrogation, the gangster admitted the robbery, while the woman stood there, shivering and cold sweat on her face. The police will comfort her: "You don't have to be afraid." The woman replied, "I have a sore and my finger was broken by him." "Then raised his right hand, people found that her right index finger was soft and lazy. Broken fingers, had to put down the number and weight of money bags and wallets. The police opened the plastic bag again and put the wallet away. Suddenly, everyone present was shocked. The total money in the bag is only 8 5 cents, 10 cents and 20 cents. & gt& gt& gt unforgettable days, for those who walked together for 8.5 cents, broke their fingers, and one of them became a criminal, it was really not worth it. For an instant, the town was in an uproar.

The police lost: what force supported the woman to break her finger in labor pains, only 85 cents? He decided to find out the answer. So, after the woman was sent to the hospital for treatment, he followed her all the time in order to find the answer. Surprisingly, shortly after the woman left the hospital gate, the child picked up the fruit at a fruit stand, and it was so carefully selected. She used the money to buy a pear, an apple, an orange, a banana, sugar cane, strawberries and some fruits at any fruit stand, and she picked one of them until 8 o'clock.

The policeman opened his mouth wide in surprise. Don't sacrifice a finger to save his eight nickels, try to buy some fruit.

The woman carried a bag of fruit and went straight to the cemetery in the suburbs outside the city. The police found that the woman had gone to a quiet place where there was a new grave. Standing for a long time, it seems that all the women in the new grave have happy smiles on their faces. Then, she leaned down to wrap the tombstone and murmured, "son, mom, I'm sorry, you can't cut off mom or cure your illness." You were actually only 13 years old, and he died too early at that time. Do you remember? You imitate it. Mom asks you what is your greatest wish? You said: I have never eaten whole fruit. If good fruit is a good way to eat. Mom is ashamed of you, and your last wish can't be satisfied. In order to treat you, even the money you bought home was not named after fruit. However, children, yesterday, mom finally paid off the debt she borrowed from you. Mom made another 8 5 cents today, son. Mom can buy fruit. You see, there are oranges, pears, apples and bananas ... suitable for everyone who spends money. The intact fruit that mom bought for you didn't rot. Mother picked them up carefully one by one. You eat, son. You try them ... "

One thing moved me.

Living in this world, there are always many people's memories and feelings. Nothing in the world is heartless. People always have feelings. The reason for harmony is that some people get along well with others. This is a very realistic phenomenon!

There are many things that move me most:

When I was a child, my father beat soybean milk and fought with a sheepdog in the snow. My mother said it humorously, but I was really moved. This is often the reason why I live. Because of this, people want to live a better life! Boy, my father is a soldier, and he has always been honest. Now I am longing for it. The sentries there often let us play. My mother often told my children that almost all of them were. Later, the commander's daughter was a doctor. Now, I've been wondering why the commander's daughter didn't do it for the doctor. Why can't other doctors save me? This must be very troublesome, so I have been very touched. Make his life better. Son, I'm really in trouble. I remember getting sick every week, so my father often came back from the army to take me to the hospital, but he also often remembered to stop military vehicles and sometimes jeeps.

In primary school, I was sick once, and I always walked slowly on the way back. Then the teacher asked my mother to listen, and my mother took me home. I remember it looked big at that time! BR p> My parents have always been very kind to me. When I was a child, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Alas, I remember that when there are not many rules at home, there is no river and nothing can be played, so now I have to abide by something, and sometimes I will feel very happy if I violate it!

Now that I think about it, my parents often talk back at the right time in junior high school, high school and college, which makes my parents very angry. Now that I have grown up, I often think that my father sent me to school in college. I have always insisted on going with her, but he is always uneasy, so he will quarrel! Father, very capable, I am very kind to the poor, so I don't often think of helping my parents do their own thing. Sometimes I often don't know that he is a tree. I like shade. When can I grow up and surpass it?

He went to Beijing Party School for about half a year and wrote to my mother. I replied, I remember that we always have to learn. If we are always stupid, we won't learn the same thing. Alas, is it useless in his father's eyes?

Some time ago, I published my article "IT Education" for my father to see. He didn't want to see anything, my mother said, look, he just took reading glasses to see. Alas, what a pity! How will Dad understand the courseware design I wrote? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and said nothing, only that the articles published in national magazines were good, but he also encouraged me to write, alas, it was so easy to write articles! I remember that my father is a reporter, a secretary and can take pictures, so I must have received a lot!

One year I went to Liuzhou Daily and asked my dad to collect some souvenirs for me. He has been flat, saying that he sold out of Liuzhou Daily in the later period, but asked my sister to help me find the general memories.

When sometimes my father is beyond his power, how can he have this ability, so I always let him look down. Alas, living in this vision, sometimes I don't want to.

Being at home is a good person, a beautiful life and a happy life. When you encounter difficulties in the past, sometimes you can't figure it out, but you must remember that although you have nothing more to experience, why not live a good life?

My mother always said, son, if you hadn't been rescued by the doctor, alas, what would it have been like if it had been a long time ago? Therefore, my heart just wants to play with my experience in China and take a walk. But now, I want to work hard and be a useful person. My reaction is always slower than others. I've figured out some problems in recent years. I often wonder why it takes a long time to figure out many problems, sometimes a year or even years!

Anyway, I can live if I live. Although heaven is irresponsible, there are still too many concerns in the world to leave. Living, facing my parents, moving to.

BR p> the moon is brighter because of the background of the night sky; Flowing because of pebbles and clearer background; Because of the background and green grass, the flowers are more gorgeous. Open the window and look at the sky. The stars are shining in the darkness, and the earth is still full of love. ......

Parents are old, but this theme is more eternal. Different people have different overall experiences and feelings. Since ancient times, there have been many letters from men. Samuel described the greatness of maternal love and the tenacity of his father. Meng Jiao "sings like a wanderer" and "Qing" returns. "I think I love my parents, and I love silence. My parents are very kind and warm my heart.

In the year of primary school graduation, the whole sixth grade accumulated learning energy in a new wave of violence. I don't want to fall behind, I can choose to increase my horsepower and review in full swing. Unfortunately, at this time, I just want to prepare for the final exam, plan the "65" children's program and practice table tennis. In addition, I like faulty machines, which have been working and using, and no one has stopped to have a rest. But by the end of the year, I got good results in the final exam and shined brilliantly on the stage. I became more and more brave in the game stage, and the admission score of Tian Li school improved. What? I have so much strength and courage to cross rough lines, and the difficulties to overcome are everywhere? Honey. A steady stream of parents gave me encouragement, so many times, I stood up in the face of setbacks and regained my confidence.

Every day when the school bell rings, I will rush to the playground at a very fast speed and start rehearsing the program. Mom and dad always smile and watch me busy on the stage. It is a kind of sunshine of love, like a faint smell, shining in my heart. After the rehearsal, I caught the ping-pong board in teacher Zhang's training and chopped and rotated it. What's more, there are various tees and ball doping methods. Sometimes, when mom and dad are enjoying my game, I often can't help secretly looking at mom and dad with a puzzled face and staring at each other at the intersection with the encouragement of mom and dad. Slowly into my body into me, until sweating, it was completely dark, and then rushed home. Accompanied by my parents, we started another project-solving math problems. Sometimes we grab a book and read the title of Focus. Sometimes, we discuss excitedly at the dinner table, sometimes, we take a pen and indulge in calculation problems on rough paper ... all the problems are solved in front. We lay in bed for three nights, and I couldn't help feeling some emotions in my heart-my parents' love splashed into our hearts like water, pure and holy, without any miscellaneous stains, but their love was more colorful than that in spring.

Some people say that love is innate, and we understand that affection is the best example and teacher. People can love, no matter how big the scope is, there is no reason to limit it. It is the scope of human life, because love itself has no national boundaries. BR p> If mother is a stream, maternal love is a delicate and gentle river in spring.

If my father is a mountain, the mountain is where my father stands with scenery, vastness and vitality.

I was deeply moved by my parents' love, perhaps the world, so I was very moved. Sedimented heart, let us move on, to be moved by precipitation and sublimation, and to be moved by sublimation to present the world.

I have a happy life and happiness. I have a happy family. My family are all "good girls". The shopaholic mother and the handyman father are here, and I'll make its next speech!

In our clean house, "handyman" is essential. He is my father. This family can see what is damaged or dirty every day, and dad will always stand up. I remember one time, my light broke down, and I soon found my father. Father looked at me, then immediately brought the tools and began to repair them. With the clang of Ding Ling's maintenance, my lamp was repaired. I just want to thank you for my father. Father was brought a rag, cleaned the lamp carefully, and then asked me how I was. I've been watching it for years. It is used to represent, almost like a new one. I am very happy to look at my father's arms and say, "Thank you for your good father!" " "Dad smiled happily.

It seems to be full of a big wardrobe, large and small, colorful clothes, which reminds me of the scene of "shopaholic" mother shopping. One day at noon, I just had lunch, and my mother took me to Xidan without saying anything. I asked my mother, "Why the hurry?" Mom said, "Xidan is on sale today." We quickly went to the third floor, bought three clothes and then bought a basket. Every day, I feel like a deflated ball, and he just wants my mother to go home, and my mother goes home glumly.

I am a "good girl" at home. After coming home from school every day, check carefully, finish homework carefully, and help parents do housework every day. Actually, this is not my instinct. My way is to take care of people best. I remember once my mother was ill and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I would like my mother to make a tomato and egg noodle and give it to her gently. My mother was very touched and I was very happy. Mother took a bite, and he stroked my head and said, "Good boy, my daughter has grown up!" " "I was flattered. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. She praised everyone that I was a good boy and said that I was a little embarrassed.

This is our man, a happy man.

One thing that moved me deeply was "rumble!" In class, we heard thunder. In a short time, after a flash of lightning, several raindrops the size of beans fell and soon became a blockbuster.

Ding Dong started at zero, and I thought, Oh, I'm miserable this time. I have no umbrella or raincoat. Don't go back and become a drowned rat. I have been thinking, as the team unconsciously walked downstairs to the school gate, I hid in the crowd and imagined what would happen later. ......

Because I was in a hurry to take responsibility, suddenly a kind voice came from me. When I looked back, it was grandma Zhang Jihao. She kindly said to me, "So is Zhang. Didn't you bring an umbrella today? " Or should I take you home? After a while, it rained heavily, but it was too late. "I said," yes. "But, I think: at her age, she is still tottering, but I must help her. I'm afraid I'm a little ashamed. Although I hesitated, I agreed.

So, Ji Hao's first photo was to go back to his grandmother's house, and then he left step by step. I went home. Along the way, thunder continued and it rained even harder. We walked step by step and finally got home. I went to the top of the stairs and said, "Thank you, goodbye!" " I watched grandma disappear in the rain with great respect. How touching it is for me! Grandma sent me home from school, and I will always remember it!

When I get home, I think: If everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place. That day, I liked this kind of love very much.

In this world, many people are moved and many things are moved. They like the twinkling stars in the sky to illuminate people's hearts, behaviors and morals. It is a small matter, shining in my heart like a star, which I will never forget.

It was just a rainy afternoon, and mother and daughter went downstairs. Then the humid air and the ground smelled of earth, and there were a few drops of green leaves. Some lovely flowers were added to the leaves, and a smiling face appeared. The sky is so blue, the air is so fresh, and small insects are enjoying the gift of nature. People are also gradually coming out for activities, and this beautiful painting adds a lot of vitality. The little girl sang while running, like a beautiful and striking butterfly in spring. She ran around, dancing and singing, and they soon came to a path. The only way to keep a little moisture looks slippery, too. She held on to her trousers carefully until she saw her mother coming. They shouted at her from a distance, "Mom, the road is slippery, be careful!" " "Then, smile sweetly at my mother.

Although this is a small matter, it reflects the little girl's love, although it is only a short sentence. But it can reflect her feelings and love her mother's statue. I saw a story, a child often helps others, cares about others, has happiness to share with others, others share her sadness, and finally wins a happy life. There is another student who respected his mother since childhood, but went to college. Who takes care of his mother? He resolutely decided to take his mother to college. The last thing that touched the headmaster was filial piety. Under special circumstances, he took his mother to school. You see, people who care about others and respect their elders are famous for this virtue. It has brought me a lot of inspiration and made me remember people who care about others, extraordinary people and people who respect their elders for a long time. Then the world will be a better place.

Suddenly, the door has slowly approached the childhood events in my memory, with bitterness, joy and excitement ... but there is one thing I remember vividly.

This Sunday afternoon, my mother took me to the farmer's market because there were guests coming in the evening. The market is crowded because I still want to buy a pen. In desperation, we came to a roadside stall to sell vegetables and buy food. The stall owner is an old man, a little weathered, and this is an authentic old farmer.

Mom came forward to ask about the price, and they began to negotiate with him, but when selling vegetables, they were still haggling over how not to reduce the money by half. That man, I'm just an anxious mother. I was anxious with my mother and paid the money anxiously, saying that I was anxious. To our surprise, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? Our guests will come too! Thinking of this, my mother's face showed disappointment. "I must have left it in the phone booth and returned it to you. What's more, you are a worried old man!"

After a fierce ideological struggle on the page, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran in the direction of market share.

It was late when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw that the old man still existed. His eyes looked at four people. Like others, my mother and I left. Grandpa recognized us. He gave the key to his mother with a calloused hand, and her mother knew that his head would hold him. All three of us laughed.

Seeing a simple old man, what else can I say? One of the guilty students, but I hope the old life will be safe!

When I first went to kindergarten, my mother always needed to take good care of me. When I was in the third grade, my mother and I didn't love me so much. Let me fold fried food in the quilt and be myself. I don't understand this question.

That day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, cooked, and then went back. When I went upstairs, I suddenly fell down. Rice and hot soup were spilled on my hands, and I cried. The crying alarmed Grandma Wang who lived downstairs. She looked up and said, "Oh, this is incredible!" He used the medicine in a hurry, burned and rubbed it on my hand, saying, "Fortunately, I put a thick or not hot scar today!" " One of mine cried, and my mother saw it and said, "Nothing, don't break some skin? Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry up and change clothes and have breakfast. " Mom, why don't you love me?

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother at home, secretly got out of bed, and suddenly came home from the voice of Grandma Wang's mother: "This child can't be spoiled. He must face all the challenges alone. Although it is cruel, it is nothing for children! " What followed was a long talk. Suddenly there was footsteps outside. I know my mother is coming. I immediately pretended to sleep in bed. My mother opened the door and saw "Sleeping" smiling at me. She tucked me in, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes. Ah, does my mother love me or not? I've been thinking about it. Tears of happiness ran down his cheeks.

Mom, you are really great!

I remember it was a summer afternoon, and the weather was very gloomy, which seemed to indicate that a storm was coming. In the morning, the club informed me that another colleague had a mock exam for the foreign exchange business club exam at 6 pm. In the afternoon, the business volume and business of the bureau were varied as usual, and because the accountant told the organizer of the meeting and the only place, we had two tellers, so everyone was busy around. At five o'clock, night fell quickly, the wind began to blow harder and harder, and garbage could be seen everywhere-a storm broke out on the road. Soon, the rain began to "bang" up and down, like breaking glass, like a rainstorm; The wind blew harder and harder, and the trees on the roadside were blown down to their knees. Being sleepy outside is also a branch of "very busy" ......

Near 5: 30, the rain weakened, and many customers were rushing to sort out their homework and left the escort car at 5: 35 (because our escort office was the first stop), which increased the hourly rain and the accumulated water outside the road began to rise. We will continue to do some follow-up work after the escort car leaves. Suddenly, with a bang, the whole lamp went out, only the main engine kept ringing "B-B-", and we kept it once! "Power failure?" Don't! Let's check the power switch at once. But the power switch is fine! Look, there is electricity across the shop, too. How come... We immediately called the radio station to ask, the original wire on our side was interrupted by rain, and now we send someone to repair it immediately, but when it can be repaired is still unknown. Oh ... we're trapped! There is no electricity, because the blinds are open outside and the spare electric box is outside! It is almost six o'clock. Let's test its stick! We had to call Mayday, a nearby branch. But the rain was so heavy that several trees were blown down by the roadside, and lightning continued, and colleagues in the nearby branch were also helpless. The only way is to wait for the rain to weaken, but there is only one word, "wait." 10 minutes later, the rain didn't weaken, and it hit the glass. We didn't see outside ... Suddenly, a man wearing a yellow raincoat appeared at the door! ..... Oh, that's a colleague from a nearby branch! We jumped up from the chair at once, and a dark world seemed to suddenly appear at dawn! We are so excited! Take her out of the spare electric box and open it. "Bang-"The shutters began to rise slowly. Ah ... we are finally "saved"! We cheered loudly ... she gave her colleague a yellow raincoat again, and then we thanked her quickly, but she just smiled and left by bike. Then, I noticed that her raincoat clung to her body and was soaked through.

Watching her disappear from the rickety bicycle in the rain, suddenly touching her nose, a faint sour taste, this is the spirit of friendship between colleagues, sharing, helping each other and loving each other, I think I will always remember that yellow raincoat!

Pan is a good youth in our district. He is also very nice, but he is a little timid. Even if he cooks fish soup, the fish dare not commit suicide.

One sunny afternoon, someone suddenly smoked in that building, and the neighbors who smelled the smoke ran down. "Old man!" "At this time, a person cried. We just thought that the old man was on fire, but who is the uncle who is still sleeping at home? People began to talk about who their uncle was and who raised him.

"Lin An, you go.

"Why?"

"Your uncle's door, then you should go and wake up your uncle."

"Shangyun should go more."

"Why?"

"Uncle should help you cook chicken soup! Why don't you stop breathing? "

............

While everyone was arguing, Pan came over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle, uncle can sleep at home! We don't want to save an uncle. " Lin said.

Pan looked at the growing smoke and said, "I'm leaving!" " ",

"Pan ..." Before we could say it, he had rushed into the corridor, and the smoke was rolling. We will call 1 19. 19 minutes later, 1 19 bus came, and no one saw him get off. They began to worry that he had nothing now, and 65438 passed. It's PAM! It's him! He is an uncle in his seventies. He came to see you.

& lt/ "Ann, you can't get through."

"Pan, you are really something!"

......

& gt "Let's stop talking and go to the hospital to find grandpa! I don't care. "

"Ah ..." We took Grandpa to the hospital for examination. He found a piece of cloth and bandaged their wounds, but he didn't even go to the hospital.

In the window, I witnessed all this with my own eyes, and two lines of tears stayed. I was deeply moved by him. Every time I stand at the window, they will rethink the modern society. How many people want him to have the same qualities as hals Wei? In modern society, does your character need such a mistake? Pam and Harvey, who are we studying?

In my memory, many things touched me deeply. However, the most unforgettable thing about this problem happened two years ago.

It was a cold night, and I felt a splitting headache in the middle of the night because I was playful during the day and dreamed of taking me out for lira. My body was warm, and my mother woke up with a moan and asked with concern, "What's the matter, son?" "I feel sick." Mother immediately touched my head with her rough hand, and then went out to the living room to get a thermometer to block my armpit. "Yo, it's 39 degrees and 7 minutes," my mother said. She rushed up to help me get dressed. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother registered me in a hurry and took me to see a doctor. Finally, she took me to the infusion room for infusion. The nurse pushed me to the ward. It was three in the morning. I was tired, sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, the snow stopped and I was sick. At this time, I saw my most touching scene-my mother sat on a small stool and fell asleep by the bed. I turned around and saw many medicines and delicious food on the bedside table. I know this is my mother's sleep. There is a note on the bedside table. I picked it up and said, "My son! This shows that my tears turned several times in his eyes, and finally I couldn't help but flow out at the scene.

Although it has been two years since this incident, I still remember every detail of it. My mother told me that I would never forget my hobby. BR/>； On Sunday afternoon, my mother came to the Children's Palace, home and school to pick me up. After passing the farm near my home, my mother said to buy food. I reluctantly waited at the gate of the vegetable market. Suddenly, in the noisy shouts, my eyes accidentally saw a little girl. She is as big as me, wearing a white shirt and very yellow. She stared at a book in her hand and looked fascinated. There is a middle-aged woman next to her, sipping food. When there are many people and busy, she will ask the little girl to read with a book. Just make a phone call and she will put down her book to help. Obviously, this is a mother and daughter. & ltBR/ When she sees a book in her hand, she occasionally calls her mother back to the bench to continue reading. She is absorbed in reading in such a noisy and dirty place. If it were me, I would feel sick of this hoarse voice, let alone reading a book. I think I usually do my homework at home. As long as the voice of the next room is broadcast live on TV, I will soon be upset. My heart is always thinking about my favorite comics, and I will find all kinds. I really don't understand that she can concentrate on reading in the market in such a noisy environment! Maybe she has become a habit. I can only admire her anyway. I am very moved to study and help my mother in such an environment.

At this time, my mother came to buy food. I saw it, so I told her mother again. Mother said, "You will want to learn from her. It is not easy for her to study in such a noisy environment, which shows that she is determined not to disturb others. I hope her study can improve your grades and make your study progress. " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded acquiescently.

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