He is not big, but he can protect my weak seedlings;

He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care;

He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human;

He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.

He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.

I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.

Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.

When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.

Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in. A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.

Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day. No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong. He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.

These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.

Black tile white wall

The black tile on the roof has faded its original color, and only a lonely bird passes by, leaving a few groans. That white wall cuts off the air between the two worlds, so I can only sleep on the other side of the wall.

Grandma said that black tiles and white walls are the most beautiful, but you are too young to understand.

When I was a child, I always hung a string of bells around my neck, making a crisp sound. The bell is so small that the future of this little thing becomes an unsolvable equation. Like many trivial things, they are forgotten from my mind with its disappearance.

In my remaining memory, grandma's hands are like the wrinkled skin of a tree. The palms are calloused and rough, and they are often stabbed to the touch.

I remember one summer, it was very hot. The sun is like an arrogant child, scorching the earth; Grandma and I hid in the shade of a tree, but the sweat still ran down our cheeks. Lying in grandma's arms is very active. She wiped my sweat with her hand, but scratched my face. I screamed naughtily in pain. Grandma lovingly wants to touch my face with her hands, but she is afraid of hurting me again; On her forehead, the traces of vicissitudes of life were really wrinkled into a ball, and she asked me blankly if I still hurt.

When you are tired, you must be quiet. Hard-working grandma finally rests in peace. She never seems to take my troubles as troubles.

Grandma said that when she was my age, she had already started cooking for adults, and she had to transplant rice seedlings and harvest them every day after school. I don't pay attention to what I eat. It's normal not to eat meat for a month. Wearing clothes, how can it be bright and beautiful now? I used to sew several pieces of cloth and put them together for several years. ...

Listening to grandma's emotional story, I actually shed tears.

"Grandma, since I used to live a simple life, I'm really tired of that kind of life; Why do you like black tiles and white walls instead of the beautiful scene of pink and green? " I blinked in confusion.

Grandma hesitated for a while and smiled and said, "You are too young to understand."

I pursed my lips and pretended to be angry with her.

Children are children and will soon forget.

Grandma said that the life of black tiles and white walls has been deeply branded in her heart and I am afraid I will never forget it.

Last summer vacation, when our family moved, it was another hot summer.

Grandma smiled at me, took my hand and walked into my new home, curious as a naive child, asking questions.

I was snickering at her pedantry when my grandmother asked, "How can this beautiful wall be painted with colorful colors?"

"Grandma, this is the fashion, the most popular mural now!" I answered the phone proudly.

"Think about our past, it's all black tiles and white walls. How can there be such a beautiful thing? " Grandma carefully tried to touch my face with her scratched hand, but she put it down before touching it.

I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I suddenly remembered that old story and asked, "Why does grandma still like black tiles and white walls?"

"Although the material conditions were poor at that time, I lived in a house with black tiles and white walls, and my hands became like this because of farming at that time, in other words, without the life of our generation, how could I have the opportunity to live such a comfortable life now? After all, thanks to those black tiles and white walls. " Grandma said in a gentle tone, as if remembering something.

Although it's just a few words, and it's said by my uneducated grandmother, I still can't help but be curious. The curious rabbit disappeared out of thin air and was replaced by a reassurance, which felt very practical.

A few days later, at my strong request, I went to my grandmother's childhood residence. This is indeed a house with black tiles and white walls.

I feel far away from that world. It seems that with that white wall, I can be stopped on the other side. I want to comfort myself-there are two worlds at all. I understand that the black tiles and white walls are so far away that I can only imagine them that I fell asleep.

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unforgettable experience

Inadvertently opened the drawer, I saw the broken ruler again, and I couldn't help thinking of the incident a few years ago. ...

It was a math midterm in the sixth grade of primary school. The day before the exam, the teacher told us, "Students, there is a drawing problem in this exam. Everyone must bring a pencil ruler. " I studied late that night and didn't pack up what I had to bring for the exam. The next morning, I opened my eyes, huh? It's half past seven! Shit, I'm late for the exam! I dressed in a hurry, put pencils, erasers, etc. spread out on the table into my schoolbag, and ran to school.

When I got to the classroom, I took out my things one by one. Pencil, eraser, pen, ruler ... huh? Ah! Ruler! I forgot my ruler! That's it. There are only five minutes before the exam. What should I do?

I turned my bag upside down and looked around the seat, hoping to find a ruler. But the miracle didn't happen. The schoolbag is empty, the ground is clean and there is nothing. Oh, this is terrible. I don't have a ruler. How to do the drawing problem?

The teacher came in with a test paper, and I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me: "What's wrong with you? Have you lost anything? " In retrospect, I don't know. Although I don't think he can help me, I told him that I forgot to bring my ruler. He sank for a while and said, "I'll give it to you." While I was wondering, he broke his new ruler in half, handed me one and said, "Take it."

I took half a ruler, and a feeling of gratitude rose from my heart. But before I could say anything, the bell rang and the exam began. I had to turn around, concentrate on answering questions and draw carefully with the cut ruler. ...

The bell rang again and the exam was over. I heaved a long breath. I turned to thank him, but I didn't know what to say He seemed to understand my mind and smiled and said, "You're welcome. It is right to help each other. I'll give you that ruler. " With that, he picked up his things and left. Looking at the back of his departure and the ruler in his hand, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

It has been several years, but I still remember it clearly and will always stay in my heart. It made me feel the true feelings of the world, and I will continue to spread this true feelings. I hope everyone can feel this true feeling and pass it on.

"La la la la, I am an expert in selling newspapers ..." This song once spread all over the country and reached my mother's ears. What makes me complain is that my mother asked me to sell mineral water in order to cultivate my interpersonal skills. My communication skills have always been insufficient, and this time I really hit the nail on the head. [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

With "Mother's Adult" personally supervising the array, I had to bite the bullet and set off. I came to a community first. At this time, after dinner, many people in the community activity center are exercising, and many children are running and playing around. I looked at others, embarrassed first, and didn't know how to talk to them. After a few minutes of psychological struggle, "courage" finally defeated "face", and I gritted my teeth.

A kind old man walked in front of me. I went up and said, "Grandpa, are you thirsty?" Buy a bottle of mineral water! "It's a pity that I got off to a bad start, and grandpa refused. It's really frustrating! I looked at my mother. Her eyes are so firm that it seems to cheer me up. After a failure, how should I "back down"? [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

"Aunt, buy a bottle of mineral water!"

"Elder sister, buy a bottle of mineral water!"

"Uncle, buy a bottle of mineral water!" [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

With the first time, I was not afraid of embarrassment and began to "bomb indiscriminately" without goals. They don't know me anyway!

But courage alone is not enough. I hardly missed any passers-by, but they didn't say "not thirsty", that is, "home is near, isn't it a waste of a dollar?" I'm embarrassed to ask myself. I came to my mother in dismay. My mother summed up the reasons for my failure and pointed out to me: "You are too passive in selling mineral water. You blindly sell it to every pedestrian, regardless of whether the other person needs it. Of course, you will hit a wall. " In addition, selling mineral water should be polite. Say hello when you see each other. Even if the other person doesn't buy it, you have to say' thank you', understand? ""oh! "After listening to my mother's teaching, I seem to understand the truth and start to move confidently to a new position. [small x mountain s house-for z text w net]

My second front is the West Bridge. I heard that there are many people enjoying the moon there. I went there hopefully, looking for my next goal. I saw an old woman with a fan in her hand and several big pearls on her head-Khan. I was ecstatic and ran over to say, "Hello, Grandma, you are sweating so much on your head. It must be very hot!" " The water has frozen. Do you want to buy a bottle of wine? "I said too sweet, I want to drink mud. Grandma smiled and asked me, "You are a salesman. How much is a bottle of mineral water? " I thought about it and said, "How much do you think a bottle is appropriate?" Grandma said, "I didn't sell it, but you have to say it!" """One yuan and fifty cents!" Grandma was really generous and immediately paid for it.

Although I never sold the second bottle after that, I earned at least fifty cents! More importantly, in the process of selling water, I learned how to better communicate with people and how to be accepted and recognized. Although I met too many obstacles in practice, my mother told me, "You have grown up!" " "When I saw my mother say this, I had the most satisfied smile on my face.

How many doors do you have to go through in your life?

When I was carried out of the house, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my father crying with joy. Tears were dripping on my little face, hot and wet. The two people in front of me gave me life, and since then I have stepped into the first door of life. This is the starting point of life, and this is a good beginning. I will experience a colorful life from this, and I will go away from it.

Through the ups and downs of life, I will repay my parents with my life.

Whenever I go in and out of the house, I feel familiar, kind, reluctant and energetic. Walking into this familiar door with a day's fatigue, watching the hot food on the table and the little goldfish playing happily in the fish tank, my heart is full of warmth and relief. After the break, I walked out of this familiar door with full energy, family expectation and trust, facing the sunrise. I look forward to success, and I will definitely take the fruits home.

When I first stepped into the school gate, I felt as if I were in an ocean of knowledge. I am like a boat, swimming in this vast sea. Although there are stormy waves, I am not afraid, and I will overcome no matter how big the difficulties are. And my hard-working teachers, who use candlelight to dispel the darkness on my way forward and point out the direction for me to struggle. Every time I say goodbye to a school gate and step into another school gate, I will move towards a higher ideal step by step. Work hard, work hard, work hard is the only way to grasp the hand of success. I want to seize the hand of success and walk into the door of my ideal palace.

When I stepped into the door of society, I saw all kinds of people and things, and saw a colorful life, a colorful life; I have seen the success and glory of the strugglers, and also the mediocrity of those who do not strive for progress; I saw the hero's self-sacrifice and dedication to life, and also saw the greed, luxury and corruption of corrupt officials. I want to grasp myself, never lose my way, and be an upright and bright person.

When I first knocked on the door of others' hearts, I saw the sincerity and enthusiasm of my friends. When others knock on my door, sadness and loneliness are replaced by honesty, and I become happy. It turns out that it is not difficult to understand others, all that is needed is sincerity. When two sincere hearts meet, they will ignite the flame of true feelings, support each other and tolerate each other.

There are countless doors in a person's life, and there are countless doors. Every door has infinite emotions and connotations. If we dig hard, we will get a lot. In and out of every door, don't forget to pay your sincerity and diligence.

The door is a landscape, and the door hanging down from the bead curtain reminds people of the beauty of the boudoir owner; The unique doors in the garden are pleasing to the eye; The 998 1 nail on the door of the Forbidden City shows an arrogant royal style; How much tenderness and charm are contained in the bamboo curtain lightly covered door of the Grand View Garden. The favorite sentence is "spring can't close the garden, an almond goes out of the wall." A door that can't be knocked open for a long time may just be an unremarkable Chai Fei, but it leads to another cave where flowers are blooming. Perhaps the spring scenery inside the door is not so special, and the spring scenery outside the door is not inferior. However, a door standing there quietly divides the world into two at the moment, allowing you to imagine the beauty of the world outside. The reason why the door becomes a landscape lies not only in its intuitive feeling, but also in its infinite reverie.

The door is a barrier. How nice it is to close the door and relax, do what you want and live a leisurely life! The door blocks all external noises and makes people inside feel safe and comfortable. Everyone has a heart door with different transparency, except the door. Different from the door, the "blocking" of the heart door is selective: a sincere voice can often knock on a person's heart door easily; On the contrary, people who have been rejected repeatedly should reflect on their sincerity in treating others. Heart door is necessary, but if we only pay attention to our own integrity and ignore the wonderful world outside, we will only gradually lose the brilliance of life in loneliness. The door is a barrier, but more importantly, it guides people from the hesitation of knocking at the door to the surprise of pushing through the door.

All right, cheer up ... these are for your reference. ...