temperature

In recent years, the world has been filled with the topic of “global warming”. I walked on the street in the winter and the wind blew me straight, thinking, really, what is the climate warming! Where is the rising temperature?

"Ring bells." Not good, class! I ran to the classroom with my bag. It’s bad, it’s late, it’s always a few minutes, and it seems to be being trained by the old class. I stood at the door of the classroom and shouted a report, my cheeks slammed red. But I didn't think the old class just said "come in". The temperature on the face is still rising, there is a kind of inexplicable sly, sly, panic and a series of messy emotions. It’s really bad to be late for this bad habit!

The classmates are all studying. I also quickly took out the textbook from the bag. I haven’t fully entered the state. I saw the old class stepping over to me. She stopped by me, bent down and whispered softly. "How come you are late today? The next time you act." I nodded. It was a little draggy. She seemed to think of something and immediately said: "But don't be too fast, be careful on the road." I stopped. Is it because I want me to be fast or slow?

Forget it, read it. I bury my head and read the book, and I saw a short essay "For you, I have said how many times I have turned upside down". After reading it, I seem to understand the old words of the old class. The last paragraph gradually blurs in my wet eyes, but it is clearly presented in my mind: "Because love is too deep, it will be embarrassing, will be confused, will be upside down, and will go out of the way. When you go Too fast, I pray that I will intercept you with love; when you go too slowly, I pray that I will drive you out with love." This is a mother's spiritual monologue to his son. But I found the shadow of teachers, friends, and parents. Those who truly love us will be like this. It is because of that love that they are "self-contradictory." I want you to study hard and worry that you are sleeping too late; I want to go out with you, I am worried that your homework is not finished; I want you to be obedient and worry that you are not independent.

After school, it’s still that the biting cold wind swept past me, but it didn’t seem as cold as I felt before. Feeling warm and full of warmth.

"Ah--" Mom heard me sneezing in the kitchen, and brought a cup of hot white. "Quick, go to bed, don't catch cold." I held the quilt, opened the newspaper today, and a message came into view. On the streets of Shaoxing, an old man died in the winter rain. First, two policemen arrived and some passers-by joined. They used umbrellas to cover the body of the old man, and even the little girl used her small umbrella to block part of it. The rain soaked their clothes, but the inside of the umbrella was a clear sky, protecting the last dignity of the old man.

It’s really warm, and I’m fascinated by my mouth. In my dreams, what I saw was not the melting of icebergs caused by global warming that drowned the earth, but the spring blossoms of a tree. This temperature is spring!

The third day of Wuhan Xingfu Road Middle School in Hubei: