Composition of winter vacation in the first day of junior high school

"When I was a child, I often sat on my father's shoulder. My father is a ladder in heaven, and my father is a cow pulling carts ... "Whenever this thick tune freezes my thoughts, my passionate feelings will condense on my father who is an ox. The father who is a cow has the noble quality of hard work and hard work. These were forged in the cold and heavy years of the past. Good dream weaving, good dream weaving.

My father is a dark northern man with a thin face and swollen eyes, often showing a trace of fatigue and depression; Wide nostrils, thick lips and tough muscles exposed outside the vest all make people feel the spirit of a scalper.

When I was a child, my family was not well off, but my father, who shook the steering wheel all day, insisted on supporting my uncle's family of five who were bedridden with tuberculosis, which undoubtedly made our family's life even more embarrassing. The livelihood of the two families bent my father's solid and upright backbone, but never crushed my father's unshakable idea. Day after day, he works hard in ordinary posts, and he is always at the forefront of urgent delivery tasks; He is always at the forefront of the hardest and most tiring work. To this end, my father has been praised and commended by the factory many times. However, no amount of rewards can dilute the worries brought by his family. Uncle's more and more medical expenses are like a stone, which has been weighing on his mind. In order to earn some money, my father also undertakes delivery from enterprises outside the factory. So he often works late into the night and suffers double hardships and tribulations. Therefore, in my working memory, my father always comes home tired after turning off the lights. Soon, he was lying in the hospital because of overwork. But when my father saw my uncle's thin face and heard his intermittent breathing, he would involuntarily sneak out of the ward ... just to change baskets of eggs and boxes of nutritious supplements for my uncle, but in his own bowl, there was always porridge or sticky noodles at the bottom. In the hot summer, my father bowed his head and sweated with tired eyes and tired body. On that snowy winter night, my father returned home with great joy, covered with snowflakes and carrying a lot of money. The wheels are rolling and the years are long. Father is always like an old cow, panting, driving a plow, plowing away the glorious early spring and carrying the glorious late autumn.

Father selflessly opened up sunshine avenue for others' life journey with love, but his feet were so bumpy, covered with thorns and mud.

I remember one summer vacation when I was a child, my father drove to deliver goods to Chengdu. In order to save money on hiring someone to escort the car, I took my mother and me. The car went like lightning, running day and night. How many times have I woken up from a dream? Father is still holding the steering wheel and the car is still moving fast. How many times, my mother looked at my sleepy father and said, "Let's rest here for one night!" " "But he just sighed long and replied," Wait till you get there! " "In this way, my mother hugged me and sat beside my stubborn father in frustration. On the dangerous mountain road, a row of solid ruts was left; Between the dark valleys, two bright lights flashed. At about midnight, I woke up from my dream and saw my father struggling to lift his numb arm and stretch comfortably. Mother once again persuaded, "sleep for a while!" " "Almost to the mountain. I'm not sleepy, "my father yawned and said vaguely." "Just give me some excitement." Mother sighed sadly, bent down, took some garlic from the toolbox, peeled it off slowly, and some hesitated to pour it into her father's broad and powerful palm. In the bright moonlight, those white and full garlic cloves are particularly dazzling, emitting a suffocating smell. My father stared at the distance with sleepy eyes, raised his hand firmly and sent a clove of garlic to his mouth. A burst of chewing made him grin and his eyes sparkle. Unbearable vitriol drove away his father's fatigue and made his originally dim eyes glow with a ray of light. After a while, my father put garlic cloves in my mouth again, and my mother and I couldn't help shedding two lines of tears. Outside the window, it's raining and misty. Cars are flying fast and smoothly in the mountains ... this article comes from weaving dreams.

The next morning, I was awakened by the bump of the car. I am delighted to find that there is an old cow pulling an iron pear between the ridges outside the window, with a sweaty back and a large black fertile soil behind it. ...

The true meaning of sleep

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"x power, you answer." X power walks out of the mountain forest. He stood up slowly and whispered, "How did this happen? Teacher Zhu just said a word. " There was a confusion in his eyes. Wang and I saw him asleep long ago, and we both couldn't help laughing.

X-force is known as the "sleeping god" in our class, and its skill is quite good. Because he is very tall, he sits in the back row, paving the way for sleeping in class, and his eyes are neither too big nor too small. He sleeps as usual and is not easy to be found.

In my impression, the earliest time for him to go to bed in a day is to read classes early. In the morning reading of Chinese, the teacher asked us to read ancient poems. I read each song aloud and looked around. All the students are reading aloud, except the power of X next to me. His head stood on end, and when I looked closer, he fell asleep. His ears are big and he looks serene, as calm as a sleeping Buddha. Suddenly, he braked suddenly and hit his head on the table. He woke up, looked around and began to study.

It is more interesting for him to sleep in the dormitory. When sleeping in the dormitory, he covers his clothes and puts his feet on the blanket. Soon, his feet will involuntarily reach under the blanket. At this time, everyone can hear his snoring, and gradually, from small to large, it begins to torture your mind. This sound is comparable to thunder in midsummer. 1: 20 or so, sometimes he suddenly gets up and sits on the bed, wipes away saliva with a wave of his hand, then suddenly falls down and goes back to sleep. Once, at this time, he said to us, "I want to go to the toilet." He climbed down slowly. I thought he wouldn't sleep, but he got up and slept again.

He has a famous saying: "1: 30 is the standard time to get up." But he never gets up until 1: 50. There is also that we say that he fell asleep in class, and he always pushes you and says, "I didn't sleep." I think this is the true meaning of sleep.