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Looking back is a good
Looking back is a good memory that lets us imprint the most profound people, things, and things in our minds. When someone called my name, I looked back and found that it was my illusion, or someone called me. In school, we look back almost every day, with teachers, classmates, friends. Once, when I was a child, the most profound thing for me was that a little boy called my name behind me, and I looked confused, I did not know him, but he knew me. I turned back to look, he is a good five officials, big eyes, small face, high nose, mouth is cherry mouth, smooth skin. It is characterized by a good personality and will not lose his temper. This is such a clean and gentle boy that I have seen in the past ten years. At the time, I didn't know him, and I went up to him and said, how do you know my name, do I know you? He said I just need to know him! However, we know each other, or very familiar look, at that time is to play better, my family and his parents are friends, we always go to travel together, to various scenic spots to play. We are also in the same class at school, I go to and from school with him, we fight together, do homework together, he is always in our house to eat and drink. Because his parents are working in other places, only his grandparents are at home to take care of him, and his parents will come back to visit him during the holidays. His relationship with his parents is weak now, not as good as before, and the reason for this is that his parents don't call back often. He has a very good relationship with my parents now, and he treats him like a parent, and my parents are better than me. To him, because he lacked parental love, my parents gave him. Every time we went to play, my parents would ask him if you would go to play, and he would follow. My mother's friend has not seen him for several years, she said that your son and daughter have grown so big, she said yes, my mother has already regarded him as her son. At this time, his parents came to pick him up to go to Guangzhou to study, he did not want to go, his parents asked my parents to ask him to go to Guangzhou to study, but my mother called and said a lot of words to him, I peeked at their conversation outside. In fact, to be honest, I'm a little reluctant, I shed tears, but I can't, because he can promote the relationship between parents in Guangzhou, so I can't shed tears. I held back, and he left in the afternoon, and I could see that my parents weren't giving up on him either. We made dumplings and he ate them and left. I secretly cried in the room, I thought, he must come back in the New Year. A few years later, I went to the small supermarket with my classmates at school to buy food, and suddenly someone called me, this familiar voice, I thought: "It must be him", I did not think it was really him. Turning to look, my face is full of sweet smile.On a sunny day in the middle of summer, my family came to Beijing and began an unforgettable trip to Beijing. We arrived in Beijing on the first day. Standing in the square, looking at the tower far away, the vermillion tiles and tall walls all show the dignity of the former royal family. We could not wait to enter the city gate and boarded. Standing on the tower looking forward, the square is crowded with people, a martyr monument stands in the square, Chang 'an Avenue on the flow of vehicles, a prosperous scene. Down the tower, we walked inside, and came to the Forbidden City, that is, the ancient Forbidden City, which is a song and dance, glory and wealth of the palace city, a land full of mystery and majesty. We followed the flow of people to the meridian gate. Only with stone paved ground has been uneven, red city gates, rusty, there are bullets on the wall left traces, there are cannon bombing after the big hole, it is said that when the eight-nation allied forces attacked the meridian gate, incompetent and corrupt Qing government unable to resist, can only sign a humiliating treaty, the Forbidden City has been trampled by the enemy's iron hoof wantonly, Once mercilessly bombed by the enemy's artillery, here records the humiliation of the people, is a heavy page. Walk further to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, golden glazed tiles, look very spectacular against the blue sky. The surrounding small halls are numerous, like the stars and the moon clustered around the Hall of Supreme Harmony. On the ladder of white jade, came to the front of the hall, the hall of brilliant gold, the most striking is the hall of twelve pillars, pillars carved dragon painting phoenix, lifelike, the temple everywhere engraved with the dragon totem, is also placed in the center of a gold dragon chair, a vivid dragon on the hand, is noble and luxurious. Out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, go straight ahead, and finally visit the imperial garden, where the pine and cypress towering, tall and straight, pavilions vaguely located in the dense forest, is really beautiful. Visited the Forbidden City, those precious cultural relics, those magnificent palaces, are deeply imprinted in my mind. They have gone through hundreds of years, but they still shine with the light of history. They are the crystallization of ancient people's wisdom and the precious heritage left to us by our ancestors. Visiting the Forbidden City, I understand more knowledge, but also cherish today's life. Aaargh! An unforgettable summer vacation! An unforgettable trip to the Forbidden City!
By MIKHAIL ROCHON3 years ago in Journal
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By Karim7 _rh3 years ago in Journal
fish can not be ordinary
It was a fish, an insignificant fish trying to swim across the sea. He is unremarkable, no magnificent body, no high ability, he is just an ordinary fish can not be ordinary. He originally lived in the river, life is also free, but every day, always on guard against the fisherman's arrest. Gradually, he began to dream. What could be across the ocean? Is it run-down or shiny? He was eager to see the other side of the sea. So he went into action. He kept swimming and swimming, avoiding the attack of the big fish everywhere, firmly holding his dream. In the face of the great waves, the white dust drowned him, and he kept spitting out strings of small glass beads like bubbles, releasing stress and panic. Tired of swimming, he looked up to the front, he hoped to see the river on the shore, hope to see the familiar shore of the loess, even if only a little good. But what he can see, but only the vast blue, blue thorough, but also blue silence. Occasionally an overlord such as a shark appeared, sweeping the field, and his small body and desperate running made him escape from the encircle. All he could do was watch as a wave swept other assorted fish into the shark's mouth, and finally the shark let out a long sigh, a sound so thick that it made one shudder. He could still imagine many difficulties, but he did not flinch, and he believed that he could persevere until his long-cherished dream was achieved. He thought, as long as it is because of faith, anything can be done, one day, he will be able to cross the endless sea, will be able to swim to the other shore. One day, he saw a huge shadow overhead, and in an instant, a large net came quickly. He was arrested. But after a while, he was released again. He did not understand, looked up, and suddenly, several giants were thrown down, with bright red blood, ripening a blood circle around. The giants sank slowly, tossing and turning occasionally, but to no avail. Eventually it sank in the deep sea. That's a shark, cruelly finned. Strong as they are, but this is how it ends. He sighed, his heart issued infinite emotion: on the stage of life, staged is a variety of possibilities. Even so, he thought, he might be one of the lucky few to achieve his dream. This is like the journey to the West, ninety-nine eighty-one difficult, will eventually succeed, because he walked through the long thorn road, life will return him a happy ending. Another morning, in a misty, he once again looked into the distance, is still a vast, but that blue, has emerged fresh. It's all right. It'll get there sooner or later. He thought so, and swam forward again. He knew that just as the wind would blow through thorns, so would he pass through difficulties, toward the sea, toward the dream in his heart.I like my life now. It's as clear as water. It seems that more and more do not love to talk, like a person to see the sky, want to go far away. I feel that I have lost contact with everyone, are busy, I think I want to stick to the end. The fireworks in the night filled with our time, shed ice blue tears, and then filled in the air for. I wrote my story with my heart, only to find that what I experienced was so ordinary. But I think, will when one day can have a vigorous time, I will start to miss the quiet quiet flow of life. In fact, life is always in a constant circle. And the same, is the sadness and joy. We all have a time when we don't want to be touched or mentioned, because we are constantly growing and changing. And the reason why we are sad is no more than one word. Love. Because of love, so pain, so the moment hysteria, become crazy, emotions are not controlled by our own. Or because of love, so happy, so instantly ecstatic, become excited, it seems that everything looks so beautiful. But it will pass. Because too much love, because too much love, so doomed to no result. Because this love is crazy, it is not suitable for real life. Life is calm, it is quiet. But how many people can do not be happy with things and not with their own sorrow? I can't say that I can let go of everything and nothing. After all, life still has to go on, life still has to go on. We still have to live in the eyes of the public. No matter what your state of mind or mood is, you can't change this fact. Yes. Sometimes life is too repetitive. We feel like we want to escape. But then again, no matter how far we run, we always come back. Because we're more than just us. We have too much to care about and not give up. I met a lot of friends, but unconsciously with the friends of the wrong side. Sometimes when you meet a familiar face in a crowd, you are hesitant about how to say hello, and that person has gently passed you by the wrong shoulder. The corner of the mouth just pulled up the arc at a loss, had to become a laugh at his own. It's okay. Just live well. We used to tell each other everything we'd do for each other. It's just that time is a big, rolling hand that pushes us in different directions and paths. It's not your fault. It's not my fault. Many things, big or small, are better than a brush. I am a person who likes and dislikes clearly, so I do not always have a real smile with you. I am just an ordinary person, will be uncomfortable, will have emotions, will be willful, will cry, will laugh. Even I don't mind being slightly hostile to people who target me. This is who I am. Either way, it's me.
By RAVEN MITCHELL3 years ago in Journal
arms of Mom and dad
Finally, it was Friday again, and the students poured out of the campus like the tide, sitting in the car, walking. Every student can't wait to return to the arms of Mom and dad. I'm no exception, of course. Having never walked home before, I suddenly felt like walking today. Because we used to charter buses to and from school. So full of confidence, I decided to walk home and try the feeling of walking. I made an appointment with several classmates and walked happily on the highway together. We walked for a while and saw a tricycle selling glutinous rice balls on the side of the road. I felt in my pocket to see if I had any change, and there were three dollars left. I grabbed the money, ran to where, and asked the boss: "How much is a bowl?" The boss said, "Three dumplings for 1 yuan." I spent 2 yuan, bought two bowls of dumplings, a bowl for my classmates, we ate with relish, we walked while eating, while chatting. My classmate said, "This dumpling is delicious! I want to buy another bowl to eat!" I said: "In front of those students have gone far, only two of us walk behind, next time to buy it!" We quickened our speed and caught up with the Army. Suddenly, an old woman came out from behind, the old woman has been walking behind us, without saying a word. At first, we had nothing to fear. However, the old woman has been following us, still silent. We thought she was bad, and we went faster and faster. Finally, we also ran up, ran for a while, looked back, the old woman disappeared. That was a real thrill! We have been walking fast, and more than wo heart looked behind, or afraid of the old woman to catch up. All I could think was, "Is the old woman a bad person?" Networking to identify and translate... We walked on for a while, and the afternoon bus back to town came from behind, and we were eager to take the passenger car home. However, some students protested: "What did we say before, we are not allowed to ride home!" Several of us lined up on both sides of the highway, watching helplessly as the bus went further and further away. So I calmed down. I thought, since it is their own decision to walk, we must honor their promises. We walked while enjoying the scenery of the roadside, the red leaves on the mountain are beautiful! How nice it would be to have a camera or a phone that could take pictures! ! After a while, there were many big trucks in front of us, and they covered us with dust. Originally good asphalt road, but by some big trucks pressure potholes, but also scattered all the way soil, our environment here made "gray". It is everyone's duty to care for the environment. It's been about two hours. We're almost home! The "stone" in my heart has fallen! Walking, it's fun, but you're afraid of getting caught by the bad guys. If you continue to walk next time, be sure to ask a few more students to walk together, and to observe the environment and safety on both sides of the road.You've heard of Johnny, right? Yeah, cockroaches. Perhaps you think they are unbearably annoying. But I don't think so, it is an insect that can be compared with Superman! They have oil on their body to avoid choking in water, their antennae can feel the existence of danger in time, and their vitality is very strong, we step on them, but their eggs are still alive, so they are named Xiao Qiang. How tough they are! In the past, there were many small strong in our family, the more they played, the more drugs they were not afraid of, anyway, the more they dealt with the more rampant. Once, has been a small strong fell into the toilet bowl, if not I flushed the water, early to climb up, his strength surprised me, what is it so strong? I was lost in thought. After thinking for a while, I finally understood why it had such a strong ability to survive, why it broke into the human home regardless of life and death, why it appeared earlier than the dinosaurs but miraculously survived. One is because the human family affairs are rich, the second is to live, the third is because of its diversity of survival ability, in summary, he wants to live! Since Xiao Qiang wants to live, what reason do human beings have not to cherish life?
By Tammie McQuaid3 years ago in Journal
Every time I open the
Every time I open the newspaper and see articles written by other young reporters, my heart is like a bottle of vinegar knocked over, which is very unpleasant. I also want to contribute, but I do not know how to vote, I am anxious like a ant on a hot pot ----. Finally, God pays off, my mother found a small reporter network on the Internet a few days ago, and joined a small reporter parent exchange group. Since discovering this website, my mother has been uploading my previous articles to this website non-stop. As a result, my name entered the weekly ranking edition, ranking fourth. Moreover, an article I had written before was picked up by the Little reporter's workshop and was about to be published in the 78th periodical. I'm excited and inspired. Recently, my mother found another little journalist trainee lecture and signed me up to attend. When I got there, I found that every teacher there had a nickname! The teacher who taught us was named Garfield the Cat. What an interesting name! Mr. Garfield's class is even more interesting! In class, the teacher let us have a competition: according to the limited topic, in ten minutes to write a composition "my home". The teacher gave the order and the competition began. Cold sweat broke out on my head and hands as I worked hard to write. Finally, I finished the composition within the prescribed time. I shook the already numb arm, turned a little stiff neck, quietly waiting for the teacher's score. In the end, I got the first place with a high score of 390 words, and also won a title - fast writing King. I was so happy! Today's activity is so interesting! If there is a chance, I will go again next time!I remember that when I was in the third grade, the school was ready to carry out activities with the theme of "low-carbon life, turning waste into treasure". Advocate students to live a low-carbon life, the use of waste things into useful things. This coke broke the students, they collected a lot of old newspapers, cans, cardboard shells, waste discs, beer bottles... Carefully cut and made, so that those waste products after their careful planning, but become a "rare treasure". There are colorful pen holders, beautiful and lovely photo albums, small and exquisite laptop, vivid football..... The works on display on campus attracted everyone's attention, students, teachers, district leaders... - Groups of visitors, it is really an endless stream. Each piece of work with a unique heart made every audience full of praise. "It's beautiful! A bespectacled sister looked from side to side in her hand as she admired the album. Woah! A laptop." "Cried one of the fiercest brothers. Now the primary school students are really good, I have a good look at how they do, go back to teach my son to do it." A young teacher said admiringly. What's more, we use scraps of cloth, paper cups, scrap thread... Through their dexterous hands, whimsical sewing skirt, wear in their own body, with a model step, on the campus stage to show their style. Watching the students excitedly stood up from the stool, mouth kept saying something, applause around every corner of the campus for a long time. This activity not only let the students have a deeper understanding of environmental protection, but also let them find the bright spot from the small things in life, enhance the students' awareness of environmental protection, but also stimulate the students' awareness of innovation. "Snap! Campus past book closed, when you recall campus life, please open this book, looking for the beautiful campus past!
By MERYLIN NEALS3 years ago in Journal
