Direction

"Tick tock, tick tock ......", before my eyes, the second hand kept going, and the pendulum kept swinging. Looking at it, I couldn't help but fall into contemplation. To the left, to the right, or always forward? Many people are faced with such a choice when they stop moving forward.

That scene came back to mind. One hot afternoon, I reluctantly went downstairs to take out the trash. As soon as I opened the door, a wave of heat hit me. I didn't dare to stay longer and jumped downstairs. Outside the door, the hot sun was beaming down on the earth.

Squinting, I looked at the garbage cans on the right side of the door, where I would die of heat. I looked to the left of the gate, there was a pile of garbage that no one had cleaned up, there was a tree next to it, it blocked some of the sunlight, and the road was fairly close.

I still hesitated. In the end, I selfishly chose the left. I opened the iron gate and rushed towards the garbage. Before I got there, I saw a mother and daughter. The mother tried to throw the garbage into the pile, but the little girl grabbed it. She ran toward the garbage can with her garbage bag and said angrily, "The teacher said to throw the garbage in the garbage can!" The childish voice reached my ears as she stood on her tiptoes, stretched her hands, and struggled to put the trash where it belonged. I ran over to her, ashamed.

Throwing away the trash, although it is just a seemingly insignificant little thing, reflects the direction one will choose on the road of life. This direction connects life and living.

When I returned home, I knew that in the future, when I was faced with a choice, I would no longer waver like a pendulum, hesitant to conclude, but would be like a second hand, once a goal, will be for this reason will keep moving forward.

Although only in a circle and keep rotating, this may seem like no change. However, after a few days, weeks, or even months, you may find that you have made a lot of progress compared to before. The pendulum, on the other hand, will just swing from side to side, unable to clarify its direction. Some people are the same way, and they then fail to move towards success. The second hand is wise, it chose the right path, that is, in a direction to keep moving.

To the left, to the right, or all the way forward? Just like the second hand, it will be our own choice.

Self-reporting of white blood cells

Hello, everyone! I am the guard of the human body, the white blood cells. I have many, many brothers, red blood cells, platelets, and serum. We are all born from one mother - the bone marrow.

We white blood cells Joe devour pathogens such as bacteria, viruses, parasites, and some necrotic tissue fragments that invade the body. Today, as usual, I patrolled all over the body of my master. I saw the red blood ball carrying the oxygen bottle and was anxious to run forward. I stopped the red blood ball and asked, "You're speeding, why are you running so fast?" Red blood ball is very anxious to say: "master is an intense exercise, all parts need oxygen!" After saying that, he ran away at "super speed of light".

As I walked, I suddenly heard an eight-level alarm from the high command of the brain: "Eight-level alarm, eight-level alarm, all personnel to the left ankle area to concentrate, the master accidentally rubbed the skin during exercise, there are germs invasion, must be removed immediately, otherwise the consequences are endless." I waved my hand and bellowed, "Brothers, there is a new task, follow me!" From a distance, I saw my little brother's blood platelets busy stopping the cylinder, accelerating the clotting, and blocking the blood out. The germs are multiplying rapidly at the wound of the little master, black pressing a: catching piece, no end in sight! The situation is serious! I and the white blood cell brothers rushed up, the germs are not weak, we so you a punch, I a kick, fighting feverishly. The little master was in pain. The white cell brothers saw the bacteria on the kill, brave, each killed red-eyed, straight to kill the mastication light rushed to the sky, the germ's power is getting smaller and smaller, the corpses everywhere. But we also suffered heavy casualties, this battle let me lose a lot of brothers, but we overcome the difficulties, launched a final attack, and finally defeated the germs, the germs have become our white cells of the belly meal. The battle lasted for half an hour before the smoke cleared and the master felt his itchy left ankle as the pain gradually subsided. Half a day later, the itchy area was a rice grain pustule. That was the result of the germs that were killed and the white blood cell brothers that were sacrificed to defend the owner's health. After the pustules were squeezed out, the owner's pain and itchiness disappeared and the body regained its health.

We white blood cells are the natural enemies of germs and defend the health of human beings. Human beings depend on our white blood cells to live, study and work healthily.