The most unforgettable thing in my life is stealing five-color peppers. The taste of those four-color peppers is really indescribable and unforgettable.

There is a small vegetable garden downstairs in my house, which is Grandpa He's paradise. He goes there every day to water the vegetables he grows. In this vegetable garden, there are cabbages, carrots and peppers. What caught my mind most was pepper. Grandpa He planted not ordinary peppers, but four-color peppers. Four-color pepper is a kind of small pepper that can change color. It changes color in each season, green in spring, yellow in summer, purple in autumn and red in winter.

one day I was walking downstairs. It was a Saturday morning in autumn. When I walked to this vegetable garden, I saw the small peppers in it, which were purple and looked delicious. I thought: will the purple pepper still be spicy? It's sure to be delicious, so I have an idea in my heart. Pick one and have a taste. No one knows anyway.

I saw no one around, so I ran over. Pull it with your hand and take it off. I want to get a treasure and run home. When I got home, I was relieved to see no one. Then, put the pepper washed with water into your mouth and chew it. It doesn't matter if you don't chew it, it will go bad once you chew it. Suddenly, my tongue and throat were like breathing fire, so hot that I couldn't speak. I ran to the tap and gulped down the water. This is better. I didn't expect this four-color pepper to be ten times hotter than other peppers.

this is the most unforgettable thing for me.

2.

An unforgettable day

On the beach I remember, there are many small golden shells. Today, I will choose the most beautiful one to present to you.

I remember that it happened last spring. When the teacher told us that we would go for a spring outing tomorrow, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night until the early morning. In the morning, I opened my eyes and found that it was 7: 5. What should I do? The car leaves in 15 minutes! I jumped up. After washing, I grabbed my schoolbag and rushed outside.

when I came to the side of the road, it happened that a taxi was coming from the front. I reached out and stopped it. As soon as I opened the car door, I jumped on the bus and said to the driver, "Come on, the teachers' college is attached to the primary school!" " He smiled and said, "sleepyhead, you're going to be late!" Ok, I'll drive faster. " As he spoke, the car sped forward as soon as he stepped on the gas pedal. But god always gives me a hard time. As soon as you get to the intersection, it's a red light. I finally got to school. Before the car stopped, I jumped out and ran into the school gate.

when I came to the classroom and saw my classmates carrying schoolbags, I realized that I had left my bag in the car. I rushed to the window of the building and looked at it. The taxi had turned around and left. "ah! My lunch, my fruit and my drink are all gone! " I couldn't help crying.

just then, a hoarse voice came into my ears: "Fang yuanqing, Fang yuanqing!" " I am busy drying my tears and look, ah! It turned out to be the grandfather of the reception office. The schoolbag he was carrying was exactly what I forgot. I was overjoyed and held it tightly in my arms. Grandpa touched my little head and said, "Little careless, if you are not a kind driver, you will be hungry!" "

Now, as soon as I see a taxi passing by, I can't help looking in. Where are you, kind driver?

Third,

Remember an unforgettable thing

The most unforgettable thing in my teaching career in 2 was that class. Looking back, everything is still so clear ...

In that class, I was preparing to comment on the composition on the unit test paper. Most students wrote a good note composition this time, but I always felt that what they wrote lacked an inner emotion. Only Mei Fang was satisfied. The theme of her composition originated from "March 8th" Women's Day. On that day, at my suggestion, female students in my class took out their pocket money, bought fruits and specially made a bunch of flowers to give their love to Mei Fang's mother and have a happy holiday with this good mother who has been ill for many years. This day is so unexpected and unforgettable for the mother and daughter. The next day, my mother was reluctant to tear up the calendar of March 8, and she cherished this unusual care.

the article is eloquent, and every sentence is so touching. I decided to use it as this model essay to guide the children to write in a real way when writing. In class, I said to them, "The teacher is satisfied with everyone's composition, and one of them is especially liked by the teacher, because the little author is based on real life and writes very realistically. Let's enjoy it together, shall we?" The children were all happy, so I remembered "March 8 th, which was so unexpected for me that I will never forget that day." On hearing this sentence, many students invariably turned their eyes to Mei Fang. Obviously, they had realized something, but they continued to listen carefully. The classroom was very quiet, and I also read more vigorously. When I finished reading, I was trying to praise Mei Fang, when I accidentally found that she was wiping tears with her small hand. She was moved to tears. At that moment, my eyes were moist, and sympathy and pity rose. At present, it seems that the last home visit has resurfaced. Think again, for so many years, this well-behaved child can't enjoy the same happy childhood as other partners, and we can't help but burst into tears, and our throat seems to be stuck, just standing on the podium. The students were all stupid when they saw it, and the students who knew it also shed tears. The classroom was surprisingly quiet, and only her voice choked. After a while, I walked over to her, helped her wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and comforted her, saying, "Don't be sad, son. You see, after all these years, my mother has survived strongly. It's okay. Besides, there are teachers and classmates who care for and support you. You should be happy!" Students also said that they would care more about her in the future. Looking at a pair of warm and innocent eyes, I said with relief, "Yes, the teacher believes that as long as we join hands and give Mei Fang more love, she will definitely feel the warmth of the group more deeply." Everyone nodded and smiled ...

This class is over, and my mood can't be calm for a long time. Yes, as a teacher, in addition to teaching children knowledge, they should also know how to sow the seeds of love in their hearts, so that they can understand the sufferings of others, understand their difficulties, and learn to give them a little care. So as to build a colorful bridge of love between students, and let them breathe freely and soar happily under the blue sky of love forever!

"qingqing!

Qing Qing turned her head, and the light of the sunset was shining head-on, golden and warm. In the shadow of the sunset stood a tall man, waving his hand.

Maybe it's a girl. Qingqing got cataracts when she was 5 years old, and she couldn't see clearly. The light of the setting sun stained the vague figure with gold.

that figure came running, with a ponytail swinging back and forth. Well, it's a girl.

"hi! Hello, my name is Su Yongyi, and I'm new here. Let's go upstairs together! "

Qing Qing smiled at her as a welcome. Since her eyes became ill, she has stopped talking. What is there to say? Like this.

Two people go upstairs together. There are many students living in this building who come from other places to study in the Academy of Fine Arts. Qingqing and Yongyi are also students of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Qingqing's eyes are very big, but there is no god. She looks so melancholy. Qingqing was originally very melancholy, but she felt very satisfied at the thought that the Academy of Fine Arts allowed people like herself to study here.

When I got up in the morning, Qingqing heard Tianxin Liang, my roommate, knocking on the window and muttering, "What a heavy snow."

Qingqing couldn't help sighing. There is only a path from this building to the Academy of Fine Arts, which is very bumpy. When it snows, Qingqing's eyes are useless, and she often falls when she walks, and her clothes get wet. Even so, Qing Qing resolutely refused to let others help her. She felt that it was even more shameful and she didn't want to accept other people's pity.

Yong Yi asked with concern, "Qing Qing, what's the matter? Aren't you happy?"

The bus arrived at the destination soon. Qingqing and Yongyi found a quiet place and sat down.

Qing Qing is very excited today: "I am so happy to have you as a friend. I can't see how beautiful it is around me, but I feel that spring is coming. "

"oh, how do you feel?"

"I heard grass drill out of the ground, I heard the river melt the ice and snow, and I heard bugs buzzing around."

"I really admire you, Qing Qing. How can you draw it when your eyes can't see clearly? "

"Draw with your heart. In fact, I can't see clearly how I paint, but I still like painting. My feeling tells me that I paint very well. "

Yong Yi stopped talking, and suddenly she felt a kind of sadness. Qingqing should have bright eyes like them, should have enjoyed the beautiful scenery of nature like them, and what an excellent girl she should have been ...

After she came back from sketching, the Academy of Fine Arts held an exhibition and judged some excellent works, and Qingqing's paintings actually won the first prize.

Qing Qing can't believe it. It's strange that Yong Yi's painting has always been the best in the whole school. How could she be defeated? Did you not attend?

She went to ask Yongyi, who smiled and said, "Why didn't you attend? We drew it together, and I handed it in. You really paint better than me. You have to believe in yourself. "

Yong Yi smiled when she saw a happy smile on Qingqing's face-in order to inspire Qingqing's confidence, she took the initiative to find the judges and gave up the first prize.

When Qingqing and Yongyi knew each other for almost a year, Yongyi suddenly told Qingqing that she was leaving here.

Yongyi broke up with Qingqing in the sunset. The golden sunshine shone warmly on the two girls, and Qingqing was speechless.

"Qingqing, promise me that no matter what, you will remember that you are a girl who is not worse than others."

Qing Qing nodded: "Yong Yi, I really hope to see you with my own eyes one day."

"yes! I will! " Yongyi patted Qingqing's shoulder and walked towards the sunset. Qingqing's eyes only left a background, a golden, sunny back. Qingqing reached out and tried to catch it, but there was only warm sunshine in her hand. Qingqing heard a voice sighing in her empty heart. Qingqing shook her head. She got dressed and went out alone. Carefully moved to the Academy of Fine Arts along the way, but Qingqing was so happy that she didn't fall a fall. She hasn't been so happy for a long time.

After dinner, Qingqing sat down at the table. She felt someone patted her. She turned around and said, "Yongyi, is that you?"

"great! I recognized me at once. " The voice of memory is sweet, revealing childlike happiness.

"I seem to recognize you easily, probably because when I first saw you, you came to me in the sunshine."

"really? Then we have a lot of fate. Make a friend! " Yongyi held Qingqing's hand. "In the future, just tell me if you have anything on your mind, okay?"

Qing Qing has long wanted to find someone to whisper. She told Yong Yi, "Every time it snows, I stumble. It's strange that I didn't fall at all today."

Yong Yi smiled: "No wonder. This shows that your eyes have improved, and you can recognize me. My mother is a doctor, and she said that diseases like yours will get better gradually. "

"really?"

"of course! When you are well, you can draw more beautiful pictures! "

qingqing smiled sweetly.

Although Qingqing didn't really believe that her illness would get better at first, it snowed several times all winter, and Qingqing really didn't fall.

Spring has come slowly in the north, and trees have begun to sprout. The Academy of Fine Arts organized students to sketch in the wild and chartered several CMB cars.

CMB has fewer bags and more students, and the bus is very crowded. Su Yongyi and Tianxin Liang got on the bus first, and there was only one seat. Tianxin Liang was about to greet Qingqing to sit down when she was pulled by Yong Yi: "Tianxin, don't tell Qingqing, let her sit while we stand."

"ok." Tianxin Liang found Qingqing. "There are several seats over there. Let's sit together."

Qing Qing asked, "Where's Yong Yi?"

Tianxin Liang smiled: "Yong Yi Yong Yi, you can't live without Yong Yi."

Qingqing followed Tianxin Liang to Yongyi, sat down, and suddenly felt something: "Yongyi, aren't there several seats?" Why don't you sit down? "

"oh, oh." Yong Yi was afraid that Qingqing would find out, so he squatted down and pretended to sit next to Qingqing.

The people in the car cast strange eyes and looked down on Qingqing. Yongyi was a little unhappy. She called, "Tianxin, didn't you bring the violin?" Let Qingqing give us a paragraph. "

"How do you know I can play the piano?" Qingqing asked Xu Yi in surprise.

"I've seen pictures of you playing the piano!"

Qingqing smiled slightly, took the piano, and gently played "Butterfly Lovers". The piano sounded melodious as if it had wings. Everyone in the car was a little surprised. I didn't expect the blind girl to play the piano so well that she couldn't help clapping her hands.

Qing Qing feels like a dream. Qing Qing has had this dream many times before, dreaming that people clap for herself, but this time it's true.

It's winter again, and it's snowing again. Qingqing is not afraid of snow any more. She walks up that path gently and quickly.

However, after a few steps, Qingqing suddenly fell down heavily. She just sat on the ground, at a loss. She couldn't feel any pain on her body, and she couldn't feel whether the snow was cold or not. She only felt unspeakable pain in her heart.

Tianxin Liang caught up with him and helped Qingqing up. Qingqing kept asking, like asking Tianxin Liang, as well as asking himself, "Why did I fall down again? Why did you fall again? "

Tianxin Liang couldn't help it: "Qingqing, Yongyi always told me not to tell you. Last winter, in order not to let you fall, no matter how heavy the snow is or how strong the wind is, Yongyi always swept the road clean before you went to the Academy of Fine Arts, without stopping once ... "

Qingqing stood quietly in the snow, tears falling with the snowflakes.

I am a little teacher

At school, I am an ordinary student, but at home, I have changed my face and become a famous little teacher.

Today is Sunday, and the small class has started again. This lesson is about the Olympic math problem. My two unique disciples, my father and mother, have already taken exercise books, moved benches and sat at the table in a polite way. What about me? Then he waddled into the classroom-balcony with books and lesson plans (answers to exercises).

"Cough, cough!" I cleared my throat and shouted, "class! Stand up! " . "Hello, teacher!" The two students answered in unison. The teacher's teaching style is "cut the crap and give lectures quickly", so I copied the exercises directly on the blackboard-the door. At first, the classroom was silent, but after a while, my two disciples, like all the students in the world, began to whisper. Like all the teachers in the world, I got angry, dropped the chalk and stopped talking. The classroom is calm again.