A touching thing at school in the past six years.

There are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you!

It was a morning a few weeks ago, and I was not very happy because I had a conflict with a classmate the day before. I trudged into the classroom, only to find that everyone was staring at me with strange eyes. my heart

I panicked, so I asked a good friend. When I knew the truth, I was very angry, because I was angry yesterday and told Gong Yuan, who asked me about my homework. I didn't expect him to tell him about it! This is very important.

Secret! I immediately flew into a rage. Without thinking, I rushed to Gong Yuan, who was being promoted, and shouted, "Bah! You big mouth! " With that, he left angrily. None of the students in the class said anything.

Words, Gong Yuan just stood there, motionless. ...

I'll never talk to him again! I keep repeating it in my mind! After the morning reading, I sat in my seat alone and got angry. Hum! How dishonest! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and suddenly I cried. "Hey, come here!" I looked up.

Look, hum, you have the face to see me! That's right. It's Gong Yuan. He's smiling at me. But in my mind, it is simply a weasel giving a New Year greeting to chickens! "Can you come out for a moment?" He said quietly. I want to refuse, but

I thought: Let's see what he can do. Anyway, I'm going out to see if he ate me! So I got up and walked out of the classroom with him. He took me to one side of the corridor, where there were not many people. I'm nervous. Does he want to fight me?

I used to be ... I saw Gong Yuan smiling and took out a small paper ball folded several times from his pocket. It looks mysterious. "Say, I go to see. I am sure! " He gave me the paper ball carefully, and I took it.

Hurry up, he will run away soon. What's his plot? Are there any mice in it? Or threatening letters ... my hands trembled and slowly opened the paper ball. Every time I open a floor, my heart beats wildly. Finally, I opened it.

Yes, when I saw it, I was startled. Oh, my God! There are about 800 "I'm sorry" written on it, each of which is so neat and densely covered with the whole paper. My tears welled up again, but it was happy.

Later, I gave Gong Yuan a paper ball full of "Never mind". He smiled as if to say, "You finally forgive me!" I laughed too.

This incident really touched me. Although Gong Yuan and I didn't talk much, the messenger of friendship built a bridge between us and solved the contradiction. I will always keep this precious friendship, after all, it is more beautiful than pearls.

Today, I think this matter is still deeply touched, and a heat flow warms my whole body …

2. Friend, what is the most unforgettable thing in your life? 2001September 13, Successful Olympic bid or Macao's return to China 1999. What about me? What impressed me the most was the happy and bitter, long and short primary school life in the past six years.

In the past six years, the school is full of green, green grass and green trees. In the past six years, the school has been full of flowers, Chinese rose flowers and Ziwei flowers ... In the past six years, the school has been full of harmony and tranquility. This beautiful grass and trees, birds and flowers, is deeply imprinted in my mind. How can I not forget it?

In the past six years, the school is full of deep friendship between teachers and students. How many days, the teacher told me earnestly, how many nights, the teacher corrected our homework, and how many times, students sent cards to the teacher on holidays. How can I not forget this warm and lovely teacher-student relationship?

In the past six years, the school has shown the friendship of students everywhere. When you are ill, I will give you homework and make up your homework. You forgot to bring your things, so I lent them to you. How can this profound friendship not leave me unforgettable?

In the past six years, the school has been full of laughter. After class, the students ran out of the classroom and told interesting stories these days. How can this happiness not make me unforgettable?

In the past six years, the school has been filled with the love of students everywhere. A catastrophic disaster happened in one place. The students gave generously 1 50 yuan. They comforted the people in the disaster area with the sympathy and love of their classmates. Students are terminally ill, and they are both sympathetic and sad. They held out their little hands and donated money and materials. This virtue of "one party is in trouble, and all parties support it"

Six years of primary school life recorded my growth trajectory, educated us and purified our hearts. Six years of primary school life has recorded our bitterness and bitterness. How can I not forget it?

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is one thing that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

That morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Wangwang, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so I'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. Coincidentally, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I was alone on the roadside, anxious and hungry, and I couldn't help but feel sad when I looked at the pouring rain outside the window.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come on, put on your raincoat." My mother said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. My mother's hair, face and body were soaked by the rain. I looked at my "wet" mother and her pale face and couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me joy and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it always touches me and teaches me to be a good person and study hard. ...

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Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I am already a graduate student in a primary school. But looking back on my four-year study life, I can't help but think of many things, including wonderful campus life, friendship between classmates and the relationship between teachers and students.

Love, but there is one thing I can't forget. This is a charity sale organized by the school. The students donated their belongings to the charity sale, and all the money from the charity sale was donated to those who lost their homes in the Indian Ocean tsunami.

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It was a sunny afternoon, and colorful flags were flying on the big playground of our school, which was very lively. "The charity sale has begun!" With the headmaster's order, the booths of each class were crowded with people. I am an honorable business manager.

Member, my task is to sell the items donated by my classmates. Accompanied by the beautiful music "Dedication of Love", the "cheerleaders" kept shouting: "Dedicate your love and save the children in India!"

I'm so busy that my left hand is clutching my love money and my forehead is sweating.

There was a fat boy in Grade Two who squeezed in from the crowd, holding a bunch of things in his hand and holding twenty dollars, stuttering.

Ask me: "Is there ... is there ... a book ... a book?" I took out a stack and asked him, "What book do you want, little brother?" "composition book." I pulled out a book from a pile of books and handed it to him.

He said, "This book suits you very well, 5 yuan." He gave me twenty yuan, and I said, "I'll take your twenty yuan and give you fifteen yuan." He took the money and skipped away with the book between his arms, saying, "I give my love again."

Later ... "

In a short time, everything in our class was sold out. I don't care about wiping sweat. I quickly counted the money, turned around and told my classmates loudly, "We sold 103 yuan." The students all jumped for joy.

The charity sale is over, but I also deeply feel that love in the world is an unparalleled dedication, from the heart and dedicated to those in need.

I love my campus life!