i had always been afraid of having the intravenous drop in hospital. the first time i was taken to have the drop, i cried for almost half an hour and finally gave off at father's severe scolding. watching the cold needle stabbing into my skin, i cried even more loudly. at that time, i never dared to take a glance at my hand and always needed my mother to stay with me at my side. even if mum had told me many times," honey, there’s nothing to be scared of. just close your eyes and sleep." i would still keep my eyes wide open, watching the liquid flow through the bottle and never slept.
nevertheless, things just happened in a casual way. when i caught a high fever again when young, mum had to send for the doctor home to treat me. i was so sick that i became quite drowsy and then slept. when i suddenly woke up in the afternoon, i found the liquid in the bottle had already flown over ,while mum and dad were not around. i yelled, but finally found it was of no use. so i jumped out of the bed and pulled up the tubule. in the nature of things, the blood came out and dropped along the way i went downstairs. things became different at the time i went down alone. i discovered that i could be independent. i was much stronger than i had thought. looking back on the girl who cried all day, i came to understand suddenly that the strong part of the inner myself had been existing all the time. seeing the anxious mum, i revealed a big smile to her. i could see that mum was trying to hold her tears back and scrubbed my blood on the hand. she didn't know that her little girl had stealthily grown up.
every one of us, rich or poor, should at least have one or two good friends. my friends will listen to me when i want to speak, will wipe my eyes when i cry, will take care of me when i am sick, and my friends will go together with me side by side through this journey of life.
as students, we could share more time with our friends. the friendship in our young hearts is pure, fresh and simple. i often feel very lucky to have a lot of good friends. especially when i had justin as one of my best friends. justin was my english teacher from the usa. i met him in 1996 when i was a student who could only speak very little english. justin was a vivid young man with a bright smile on his face, and he always had his special way to make the class active and attractive. he taught us english by telling stories, playing games, singing songs, and even dancing.
hello,everyone. good afternoon. thank you for giving me this opportunity to talk about my top concern. i'm no.26, i'll talk about friend.
everyone of us,rich or poor,should at least have one or two good friends. my friend will listen to me when i want to speak, will help me when i need,will take care of me when i am sick,and my friends will go together with me side by side through this journey of life.
when i was ten, i was suddenly confronted with the anguish of transferring to other school. i had to left my friends i had ever known. as a kid,i feel lonely when i study in a new environment without a person i had known. nobody i could talk,nobody could know when i feel lonely. the time when i couldn't sleep, i'll always miss them, then the tears filled my eyes.
later, i became familar with the environment ,and made some friends ,which became my best friends then. they talked with me when i felt lonely, they helped me when i needed, they took care of me when i was sick. even through we were part, we still keep in touch with each other.
in our whole lives,we'll meet too much people but only a few can be our best friends. when staying with them,we can release ourself completely. we can do whatever we want, we can laugh together, talk together, and even cry together. i should say that being together with our best friends is the most wonderful moment of our lives.
but in this fast-developing modern society, the reality is not that. more and more people forget to enjoy the beauty of friendship. they work hard in order to gain a higher position in the society and to earn more money for their work. they have few time to share with their friends. with the time goes by, they will be far away from each other.
我爱浩瀚深沉的大海，爱奔腾不息的长江，爱汹涌澎湃的黄河，爱活泼欢快的小溪，但我更爱美丽的温柔的湖。
湖是静的，宛如明镜一般，清晰地映出蓝的天，白的云，红的花，绿的树。
湖是活的，层层粼浪随风而起，伴着跳跃的阳光，伴着我的心，在追逐，在嬉戏。
湖是软的，微风习习，波纹道道，象一幅迎风飘舞的绸。
湖是硬的，象一块无瑕的翡翠，闪烁着美丽的光泽。
我喜欢独自一个人坐在湖畔，看着平静的湖面幻想。我想，湖里一定有一个明亮的水晶宫，那是金鱼的家园，不然，它们为什么会整天那么快活?水晶宫里一定有一块巨大、发光的翡翠，不然，湖水为什么会绿得这样美?我凝视湖面，偶或投一枚小石子，让它激起一圈圈涟漪，又或放一纸船，让它随着湖波飘荡。
静静的湖是可爱的，但雨中的湖更是动人。
细丝般的春雨飘下来，不停地织啊织啊，织出湖面绿色的“锦”。“锦”上无穷无尽的圆环，象美丽的姑娘绣出的朵朵鲜花。
雷雨到来的时候，湖最热闹。看，天空中一道亮光，那是开幕的礼花上了天。听，“轰轰”礼炮响了，联欢会就要开始了。等大雨一下，联欢会马上开始，你就会看到湖面上朵朵竞相开放的雨花，那是在翩翩起舞的金鱼姑娘头上的玉花。你想知道节目是否精彩，不用焦急，那“哗哗”的雷鸣般的“掌声”，不是最好的说明吗?
湖是美的，我深爱着湖。