Mother came back and didn't say anything more, chopping vegetables and cooking on the fire. I watched my mother cook as I did my homework, hoping to do it quickly, and my stomach growled. The rice is very fragrant. The next day, my parents changed the lock on the door of the house, gave me a new key, and told me, "Take the key, don't lose it." I borrowed the key and said, "yes, got it." ”

I don't know why, my father goes to work, and my mother often goes out. Sometimes, on weekends, my father goes to work, and my mother leaves my sister and me alone at home.

At home alone, there is no one to supervise, write when you want to write your homework, and watch TV when you don't want to write. I don't dare to watch more TV, and after watching it for a long time, my mother will always know and not understand why. It's like you can't hide anything from your mother at home. Fortunately, I have a younger sister, and once I was playing with my sister in bed, rolling, and I pressed on my sister's body, laughing. At this time, I found Wang Lei watching us on the guardrail on the second floor outside the window. The curtains weren't drawn, and I don't know how long the kid had been looking. Seeing that I was looking at him, he smiled and ran away.

When I went to school the next day, I heard Wang Lei whispering to others in the class: "On Sunday, I saw Li Yunlongri's sister. I looked back at him, and he stopped talking, but I received a few disdainful glances. I'm so angry, how can I say that. But I often see Wang Lei kissing his sister, and I don't feel bad. It didn't feel good, but didn't go and say anything. I feel that even if I quarrel with others, it will not do me any good.

In the third grade, the things learned gradually increased, mathematics increased the cultivation of interest in Olympiad mathematics, and the practice of calligraphy and calligraphy was added in Chinese.

When it comes to writing calligraphy, my parents seem to be more interested than school and me. Since I started writing, I don't have to worry about buying brushes or ink. My mother was very enthusiastic, and, in order to be able to write more, my mother asked my father to bring a lot of old newspapers from their mine. Compared to books, writing horizontally and vertically on the newspaper, each writing instrument brings people a different feeling. The writing of the brush makes people calm, the sound of the brush on the paper is slow, and the smell of paper and ink mixed together makes people concentrate.

Writing calligraphy is a joy for everyone, my parents like it, and I like it. In order to practice the basic skills, I started to write strokes, starting from horizontal, then writing vertically, and then skimming and pinching. Every time I wrote, my mother sat next to me, sometimes quietly watching, sometimes knitting a sweater. There is no paperweight, no inkstone, the brush is also simple and cheap, and the ink is very ordinary, but it is really practiced and written with pleasure.

Regarding writing calligraphy, the school did not offer any professional calligraphy courses, but only taught a few lessons. After all, learning is still based on textbooks, and teachers' preparation is inseparable from the textbooks they have learned.

Maybe it's because of the policy, when I was in the third grade, I went through several activities to donate money and goods. Children's love has become an important social activity at a certain time.

"In order to support the poor mountainous areas, the school organizes donations, and it doesn't matter how much money you give, you just need to take out the pocket money of your classmates. I hope that the students will go home and talk to their parents and ask for their consent. At the class meeting, the homeroom teacher said this to everyone.

I don't have pocket money. When I got home, I said to my mother, "Mom, the school makes donations." My mother didn't talk to me, but said to my father, "What kind of money is this donation from his school?" and my father said, "It's a donation from a poor area, and it should be an activity organized by the school." "Is this the case in the mines?" asked the mother. "Yes, there are regulations on donations from the mine. There are many section chiefs, captains, and miners. Father said. "Isn't this a compulsory donation?" asked the mother. The husband replied: "It is said that it is as you like, but it is not all set by the leader." If you don't donate or don't donate less, you can't do it. "It's the same in this mine, how much do you take?" the mother complained. "We donate 20 like this, but there are some who take less, and there are those who don't. If people don't donate, there is no way. The husband said.

While talking, my mother asked me, "Did the teacher say how much you wanted?" "I didn't say much, I just said that I could take as much as I wanted." I replied. "How much more can he rule for this kid!" said the husband. Then he asked me, "How much do you donate?" and "I don't know." After a moment's thought, I replied. The husband said to his mother, "Take a dollar, if you take less, he won't look good in the class." "Okay, then a dollar. Mother said.

When making a donation, write your name in the notebook and then the amount of the donation. I found that there were as many people as they wanted, and the most people donated ten yuan, and then there were five yuan, two yuan, one yuan, five cents, two cents, the least one dime, and the most one and five cents.

After that, I went home and said to my mother, "Mom, people donate five cents, two cents a lot, and some donate one dime." If I donate five cents or two, it's fine. "Hey, take it, donate one, donate one. "My mother told me.

In addition to donating money, the school also organized a book donation event. The books donated by the students were even more miscellaneous, there were everything, broken, new, and many comic books. I didn't have any extracurricular books, and my parents didn't buy them for me. I once passed by a bookstall on the street and wanted my mother to buy a copy. My mother said, "Why do you look at that, reading that book affects your learning." "Stopped me.

When I donated books, there didn't seem to be any books in my house. "What kind of books are you donating? We don't have any books at home. Father said. Then my father opened the drawer under the TV cabinet, took out a copy of "* Anthology" from it, and said to me, "Donate this." My mother saw it and said, "Yo, donate this book." "Okay, I haven't read it, and I can't understand it. Father said.

When it came time to donate books, students lined up to put them in boxes at the front of the classroom. When it came to me, I put a copy of my *Anthology inside. This book is very thick, and it is much larger than the books donated by other students, and it seems that everyone knows this book. "Wow, he actually donated "Chairman Mao's Selected Works"!" I heard a whisper of classmates behind me. The teacher watched us donate books and shook his head with a smile when he saw the book I was holding. I didn't care so much, put down the book and went back to my seat.

When a student put his old textbooks in the donation box, many of the students in the class laughed. "He donated his old textbooks, hahahaha. The teacher didn't hold back either, and opened his mouth. At the end of the school day, I left a little late, and I saw the head teacher come to the class, and he took out the "* Anthology" I had donated from the donation box and took it away. Looking at me, I realized that I seemed to have done something, and that the book might not be as expensive as I could have imagined. The head teacher must have taken it himself, I think.