Mygrandmother'sfamilyliveshalfwayupthemountain.Thatnight,theautumnwasclearandcrisp,withagentlebreeze.Mysisterwenttothetownshipgovernmentatthefootofthemountaintodanceinthesquare.Aftereighto'clock,mymotherandIwenttopickupmysisterandgohometogether.Justhalfwaydownthemountainroad,mymothersuddenlyturnedoffherflashlight.Itwaspitchblackallaround,andIcouldn'tseemyfingersanymore.Ihidbehindmymotherinfearandexclaimed,"Mom,whydidyouturnofftheflashlight!Youcan'tseeanythingnow!"Butmymothercalmlyreplied,"Whosaidyoucan'tseeanything?Takeacloserlook,what'sinfrontofyou
Hmm?Ivaguelysawasmalllightgreendot.Uponcloserinspection,thespotoflightflickeredandwasparticularlybeautiful.Finally,curiosityovercamefear,andIstoodupandasked,"Whatisthatflickeringlight?"Igottheanswerfrommymother,whichwasasmallfirefly.Everysummertoautumn,intheeveningorafteritbecomescompletelydark,thereareoneortwofirefliesflyingaroundonthewaydownthemountain.Sometimes,ifoneortwofirefliesflyintothehouse,everyonewillturnoffthelightsandmayevenlightacandle,quietlyadmiringthefirefliesinthedark.
Thisismyfirsttimeseeingfireflies,anditmayalsobemylasttime.So,Ineedtorememberit,justlikerememberingmyfriendsandfamily,;Keepitfirmlyinmind.
Goodbye!Fireflies!
Lastsummer,mydanceteachertoldmethatIcouldgotoHongKongtoparticipateinthecompetition.Atthismoment,Irealizedthatalltheseyearsoflearninghadnotbeeninvain,andthetearsandsweatofthepasthadturnedintoahappysmile.
TherehavebeenmanyfirstsinHongKong.ThefirsttimeItookaplane,thefirsttimeItookasightseeingbus,thefirsttimeIsawadazzlingarrayofgoodsandbeautifulshops.Thesefirsttimeswereunforgettabletome.
Iwasverynervousduringtheofficialcompetition,afraidthatifIdidn'twinfirstplace,wouldn'titdisappointmyparentsandteachers'expectationsofme?Wealldon'tknowhowtodoit,afraidofmakinganymistakesinanyaction,becauseinthatcase,everyonewillbeverydisappointed.Idon'twanttoletthemdown,letaloneletthemdown.WhenIcameonstage,Irestrainedmynervousnessandshowedmysidetotheteacher.Finally,withourefforts,thegroupfinallyachievedfirstplace.Istillrememberthejoyofthatmomentinmyheart.
Thegameisover!Everyonewenthomehappilytogether,andIameagertotellmymothereverythingthathashappenedhere.Athome,everyonecongratulatedmeonmygoodgrades,andmygrandfatherevenmadeatableofdishestorewardme.
Oneday,wewenttothecountrysidetovisitarelative.Ontheway,thefirstthingthatcaughtmyeyewasacontinuouswheatfield.Whenthewindblew,thewheatkeptswaying.Walkingintothewheatfield,itwaslikebeinginagoldenocean,sobeautiful!Istoodhighandlookedclosely,andsawseveralfarmerunclesinthewheatfield.Theywerewearingwhiteclothclothesandstrawhats,tirelesslyharvestingwheatinthewheatfield.Atnoon,thetemperaturewasaround38or9degreesCelsius,andtheirclothesweresoakedinsweat.However,theywerestillworkinghard,andIseemedtoheartheirselftalk:"Imusttakethewheatfrommylandbackhome!"Lookingattheirbusyfiguresinthescorchingsun,Icouldn'thelpbutthink:insuchhotweather,mostpeopleareblowingelectricfansorturningonairconditioningathome,Butthefarmer'suncleisworkingsoselflessly,providingpeoplewithfoodandensuringthattheywillnotgohungry.Weshouldlearnfromthespiritofthefarmer'sunclewhosacrificeshimselfforothers!
Whattrulyimpressedmethissummervacationwasnotthebeautifulscenery,butthenoblequalitiesofafarmeruncle!