Childhood poplar leaves

When I was a child, I lived in a small courtyard. There was a big poplar tree in the courtyard. He was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played games with my friends under the poplar. The summer sun shines on the dense green leaves of the poplars, and a golden sunshade is propped up on our heads. The leaves are as beautiful as fairy tales. We play under the leaves and enjoy the unrestrained leisure life. Looking back at the things at that time, there will always be a golden leaf of the tree.

When I grew up, I collected the fallen poplar leaves every fall, and I always carefully helped me to put them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what the specimen was, and I didn't know why I collected the fallen leaves, but every day I would happily take back countless poplar leaves. Grandma always smiled and put them in the book. The neighbors saw me collecting the fallen leaves, and each time I cleaned the yard, I left the beautiful leaves for me. Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat that was folded with yellow leaves. I was very excited at that time. I took the boat wherever I went. When I went to sleep at night, I specially let it be put on a pet puppy. A place that you can't touch. That puppy is also my good friend, but I guess at that time, because of the deciduous boat, he might have "fall out of favor" for several days.

In the winter, the poplars hide all his leaves. At this time, he took out the fallen leaves that were caught in the book in the fall. I taught me to draw on the leaves with a colored pencil. After painting, I put tape on both sides of the leaves, and put a piece of leaves together on the side of the door, hanging on the door and on the wall. He also used me to paint collage with poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, very interesting. The wall is covered with such pictures, nicknamed them as my "leaf painting exhibition". Every winter is filled with a string of poplar leaves, a leaf painting, and a loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the verdant new leaves are on the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to expect them to grow up quickly and quickly become the golden leaves of the tree in the summer.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and Yang Ye is my inseparable partner. It was not until the fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished. The last time I picked up the poplar leaves on the ground, I put them in the book, as I used to. That day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that I spent my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The small courtyard is gone. What makes me unbelievable is that the big poplars are gone, leaving only the stout stumps. A few months later I went back to that street, this time the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I have treasured the last few leaves of poplar. When you see the poplar, you will think of the tree leaf that accompanied me through my childhood.

Oh, it’s bad luck! My parents have gone out tonight, and I am left alone at home. Although I am not small, but I am naturally timid, every night, my parents must have one to accompany me, otherwise I will be like a "small tail", wherever they go, I will follow. There is really no way today. They both said that they could not take me, and they agreed that I should exercise. I am a pique, saying that from today I am self-reliant and never rely on them. My parents saw me so passionate, smiled at each other, and took some precautions and closed the door.

Tiangong really does not make beauty, but today the wind is blowing, the doors and windows keep ringing. I became more and more scared. I thought of the ghosts in the movie, the terrible bad guys, and the heart violently beating, as if he was also shouting: "Quickly relax, I am about to get out!" "Don't think so much, I have a traffic accident here!" I no longer have to write homework, then I went to the living room, turned on the TV, and turned the voice up, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. . Although my eyes were on the TV, my ears watched the movement outside with vigilance. I simply licked my ears and muttered in my heart: "I am not afraid, I am not afraid!" I watched the time and passed by, expecting this. Mom and Dad will come back soon.

Finally, I heard the footsteps of the corridor, followed by the key to open the door, my heart cheered, and quickly ran out of the reprinted from the 100% network http://www. Oh100. Com, please keep this mark to sincerely welcome parents who have not seen you for more than an hour. They both saw me with a smile on their face. Dad said, "How are you feeling? Not afraid?" I looked up proudly: "How come you come back so soon? My self-entertainment program is not over yet!" They may not have thought that such a hero Thank you God!

I love to read books, books are good friends, books are good teachers, not for gold houses, not for Yan Ruyu, not for thousands of millet, just to satisfy their desire to read.

The book can pass through ancient and modern times. The thousands of meteorological expressions in the book will make us fascinated and benefit a lot. Su Shi’s "old man talks about juvenile madness, left yellow, right Qing Cang. Jin Mao, thousand rides Pinggang" is what kind of romantic, what awkward! Li Bai’s “Anneng destroys the eyebrows and loses his power, so that I can’t be happy.” What a proud, how reluctant! A good book can make me "happy and forgetful", and I can really reach the point of being intoxicated. The more I read, the more I realized that when the ancients talked about reading, they always said that "the food is not sweet, and the bed is not comfortable."

Some books, like sweet peaches, are delicious, take a bite, and taste the sweetness of it; some books, like the green olives, are not refreshing at first, even bitter, but thin When chewed, you will feel a fragrant, bursting aftertaste; some books like a raging tramp, and like a traveller walking south and north, filled with strange and strange customs and fascinating scenery. It attracted me like a magnet, showing me the world of thousands of gestures in front of my eyes, making me feel that the world seems to shrink. It is these that made me know Asia, Europa... I met Jews, Gypsies... I met the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower... and got to know our planet and the sky.

I love Cao Zijian's "Luo Shen Fu". "The rest of the feelings are pleasing to the beauty, the heart is shaking and not pleasant." I agree with Jia Baoyu's "three thousand weak waters, I only take one drink." Advocating Fan Zhongyan's "contemporary worry" Worry, the world is happy and happy." Feeling Wen Tianxiang's "Life has never died since ancient times, to retain the heart of the heart."

I love to read poems, essays, and short stories. I read and read the same article, taste, chew, as if to squeeze out a thick alcoholic wine from a thin book page. Behind the work is the writer, Tagore's plain life is dry and mysterious and eternal; Tao Yuanming washes the fierce and rough life into the most peaceful poem; Lu Xun is the mirror of the Chinese, but also his own mirror; It is sweet and creates a clear and everlasting space... So, I almost drunk in it, then absorbed, absorbed, and I forgot both.

"Book is the source of life." For me, I really talked about my heart. A good book is in hand, I don't care about the time, I can see it in class, eat and see, and even hide in the bed. This is not the case, the "telescope" on the bridge of the nose is hard work! I like to watch martial arts and comics, but I also like to watch some celebrity masterpieces, such as "The Complete Works of Lu Xun", "Home", "Dream of Red Mansions"... Therefore, I also like to go to bookstores and libraries. It is a long time. When I was in a row of dusty bookshelves in the library, I felt like a girl in a fairy tale, and opened the gleaming gate of the fairy palace with excitement. Sometimes, I am not in a hurry to check and borrow. I walked slowly and slowly on the narrow path that the book gave me. I cares for each book with my eyes. When I came to the bookstore and faced a dazzling book, the colorful cover was enough to make people fascinated. I plunged into the pile of books and searched for a local object. It was a great thing. enjoy.

The book made me realize the true meaning of life. Whenever I am confused and embarrassed, the book is like a bright torch, guiding me in the direction of progress, solving problems for me, increasing my courage and confidence. When I am sad and painful, it tells me that sadness is short-lived. It does not represent the whole life. As long as you dare to develop, you will find a lot of fun! When I am misunderstood, the book will tell me, bravely walk your way, they will see you.

The book is my best friend, my good teacher, and a land of my soul.

First day: Zeng Jingping