Put away the windmill of childhood, hide the wandering memories, and hide a string of dreams in the backpack of youth. I like the days when the wind is light and the clouds are light, and I like to talk about everything with my family. Because of them, my years are no longer lonely, because with them, I can always feel the temperature of love.
I liked to hold your hand when I was a child. Your hands are soft, like catkins, gently brushing away the pain in my heart. When I grow up, I like to hug your waist and lean on your back when you ride a bike. Your back is generous, protecting me from the wind and rain like a mountain. Now, I prefer to talk to you every time. It is like a golden key to open the window of my heart and solve my problems. This is a mother's deep love for her daughter, not as grand as a mountain, not as grand as the sea, but always touches people's hearts from subtle points. Someone taught me to be grateful when I am in this world; Someone taught me to be tolerant when dealing with people; He was also told to respect teachers and unite classmates. This person's name has been called by hundreds of people, and the most intimate and tasteful word is fatherly love. The temperature of father's love is enough to melt the world's ice and snow, warm the hearts of millions of children in Qian Qian in the world, and repair the scars deep in their hearts.
Time flies, and slowly I grow up. I started the rebellion of youth, because I was too willful to hurt you again and again. Someone once said that the person who is hurt the most by you can only be the one who loves you the most. I finally understand this sentence. Yes, only parents in the world are willing to give everything for their children. Even if they are scarred, you should silently support them and take good care of them. This is what all parents have been doing!
I have seen your earnest teachings since I was a child, and I have always remembered your good intentions for me. I understand not only this, but also you.
I know you need my love and care, too. Maybe a casual greeting, maybe a caring word, maybe a subtle action and encouraging eyes can make you cry. Once I saw my father shaving in front of the mirror, I suddenly felt that my father was much older and had a lot of vicissitudes. There is white hair in the sparse hair, the original straight body has been bent, and my father's face has become dusty and vicissitudes. At this time, my heart was shocked. I don't know what makes my father old, the baptism of years or the injury of my daughter. Dad, if possible, I would like to shoulder the heavy responsibility on your shoulders for you. Dad, don't worry, my daughter is not afraid of being tired or suffering! At that time, I really wanted to grow up quickly and solve problems for my parents, but ...
Love can make a person tolerant and mature. There is a flower that will never bloom, a feeling that is the most touching, and a love that is the most magical! That is fatherly love and maternal love, which can give us a pair of invisible wings and take us over sadness and despair.
Wenchuan earthquake, China was shaking, but one side was in trouble, and all sides supported it. A girl in Beijing has leukemia and has no money to treat it, but one side is in trouble and all sides support her. I believe that as long as there is love, the world will be better, because love can touch the world!
Because of love, my years are never lonely!
Love makes life better. Love is a sweet spring in the desert, nourishing our dry hearts. Love is a galloping horse, taking us galloping on the endless grassland; Love is a boat that takes us to the rough sea. ...
Because the world is full of love, it makes our life better. I use two examples to explain why love makes life better:
The first snow last winter, after school in the morning, I made an appointment with my friends to make a snowman and have a snowball fight in Little Square in the afternoon, because there was no class in the afternoon. Well, I'm going to break my word. After lunch, I found myself a little sick, but unexpectedly, I caught a cold and had a fever. Although it is a low-grade fever, my parents won't let me go out. I know my parents are good for me, but I'm still a little unhappy. I have been sitting in front of the window of my room, staring at the snow drift on the ground outside. My father came in and looked at me and shook his head helplessly and said to me, "You are still sick now, go and rest!" " I can't play today, but I can go out to play tomorrow. Why care about the time of day? "I still don't talk." If you go to rest now, you will see a snowman when you wake up this afternoon! "Dad said firmly. I looked at my father doubtfully, but he turned and walked out. I didn't understand what was going on, but I still felt a little sick and went to rest. In the afternoon, I was awakened by my mother. Mom, let me look at the window. I was shocked when I got there. I saw a snowy man standing outside. He has a big round head and a body that looks like a skirt. He has a scarf around his neck and two small black eyes. His arms are made of branches by his father, and his hands are red. After two or three days, the snowman gradually melted, but the love accumulated in my father's heart will never melt.
Last summer, in August, my mother was going on a business trip again. The day after my mother left, a good friend of my father gave me a box of mangoes. I looked at these red mangoes and suddenly showed my love for mangoes. But when I thought about it, I had to keep them for my mother, so I held back and put them in the box until my mother came back. A week later, my mother came back. I wanted to open the box to my mother like a fairy treasure, but what came into my eyes was not a red mango, but a frosted mango-mango was moldy! My mother said to me, "why don't you eat mango?" Don't you like mangoes best? " "But I want to eat together when you come back." I said weakly. Mother smiled and said nothing. But my mother's heart tasted its delicacy. Although those mangoes are moldy, my gratitude to my mother will never change.
Our love for our loved ones in this world will never change. It is with these incomparable love that our world will be so beautiful.
Love makes life better. Love is everywhere in our life, sometimes between classmates, sometimes between teachers and students, sometimes between relatives and sometimes between strangers. Although these loves are insignificant, they make us feel the beauty of life!
It rained cats and dogs that day after school, and most students in the class didn't bring umbrellas. When the bell rang, everyone had to run home in the rain. I also want to rush out like my classmates, but as soon as my head sticks out, the raindrops as big as beans hit me mercilessly. The rain in late autumn, already cold, I immediately retracted my head. At this moment, Quan Rui of our class came over with an umbrella. She said, "Come on, I'll take you home." Isn't this a timely help? I am ecstatic.
When we walked out of the school gate and arrived at the gate of the cinema, Quanrui went back to Kowloon Community, while I went to Yongxin Garden. One of us is the south and the other is the north. Quan Rui said, "I'll take you home, and then I'll go back to our house." I said, "How is that possible? You are sure to be late for school this afternoon. " Originally, I wanted Quanrui to come back to my house for dinner. Quanrui said, "Her grandmother doesn't have a phone. If she doesn't go home, she will be in a hurry. " So, I let Quan Rui go home. Fortunately, there are many shops along the way, running around under these eaves, stopping and stopping, and not getting much rain.
Walking through Xinhua Bookstore, the entrance of the pharmaceutical factory and the pedestrian street, I was worried again. There are no buildings ahead, and God seems to be right with me, so it will rain harder and harder. I stood under the eaves, stamping my feet, and even resented my mother: "She must have forgotten to pick me up in such a heavy rain, just to pick up her precious son. Hum, eccentric mother. " At this moment, a little girl walked past me, and then she stopped, turned around and stared at me all the time. I didn't pay much attention to her. At this moment, I only heard her whisper to me, "Sister, do you want to open an umbrella with me?" I was stunned at first, and finally I reacted and said "thank you" to her.
I didn't know her family lived in the family building of the hospital until I asked her. She was also very shy, and we didn't talk much all the way. At the hospital gate, she asked me, "Sister, where are you going?" I said, "I'm going back to Yongxin Garden." She said, "Sister, let me take you."
She kept walking me downstairs. I said to her, "Thank you." She said, "Sister, you're welcome." I looked at her little back when she left, and felt a deep warm current filled my whole body. I learned afterwards that I didn't even ask her name.
When I got home, my grandmother told me that my mother went to pick me up and waited for a long time before my mother and my brother came back. It turned out that my mother came to the school gate very early, but because there were too many people, neither my mother nor I saw anyone. Mother took her brother and waited until everyone at school had finished eating. She also bought me a baked sweet potato that I like best. It turns out that my mother is not biased at all.
Love makes life better. The sky is gloomy and dusty, and people can't breathe in the depressing weather. On the misty land, a bus full of passengers slowly passed by-
There were so many people on the bus that there was not a vacancy. Some people still have to stand. The space is crowded and oxygen seems to be scarce, which makes people feel overwhelmed by something. Strangely, the car was crowded with people, but it was silent. Everyone is talking at zero, and the atmosphere is as dead as the scenery outside.
I sat in the aisle seat, perhaps because it was still early, perhaps because the weather was depressing, or because the car was silent and carsick, and I felt groggy. At this moment, with a bang, the car door opened and an old woman came over. She is over 60 years old with silver hair. Years have left a mark on her face-deep and shallow wrinkles. However, she is short and thin, hunched over, and elderly, but she stumbled on the bus with a child under/kloc-0 and heavy vegetables and radishes in one hand. Grandma looked around first, and after making sure there was no place, she clenched the handrail and stood up trembling.
Grandma stood not far from me, and I clearly saw her holding the handrail with her chapped hands, but she was still swaying. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Grandma is so bitter. Should I give her my seat? But I'm carsick myself, and now I'm dizzy and weak ... just as I hesitated, the child on grandma's back suddenly burst into tears. Suddenly, the eyes of the whole car were focused on grandma, and a middle-aged woman dressed in fashion next to her cast a contemptuous glance and said angrily, "It's really noisy. Move the food and buy all the new shoes." Hum! What a bad day! ""then turn your head to one side. Grandma looked a little embarrassed and quickly said in that old voice, "I'm sorry, everyone!" " "A full face of embarrassment. Seeing this situation, I made up my mind. Compared with the situation of this old woman, I am just a trivial matter, which is not worth mentioning at all!
I got up in a daze, walked over to my grandmother and said to her, "Grandma, you don't have to work so hard. Come and sit in my position, it will be more comfortable! " "Grandma waved her hand again and again:" No, son, thank you for your kindness! """Never mind, it's not safe for you. You and your children will get hurt. Come on, let me help you sit down. "Grandma finally relented and thanked me again and again. I helped her to her seat. A young man who didn't know stood up at the back: "Grandma, come and sit here, little girl, you are so sad yourself. Go back and sit down, grandma, let me help you! " He came over and helped grandma to sit in her position, and he stood back in her original position. I sat in my seat and watched the young man swing from side to side with the bumps of the car, but his face was full of happiness.
At this time, the sun has come out, and the sun shines on everyone through the window. The weather is warm, and even the air is much fresher. There was conversation and laughter in the car, and a harmonious atmosphere filled the car. Watching the children fall asleep quietly on the back of the grandmother, I deeply realized that love makes life better!
Love makes life better. Love is the elegant and beautiful phonological beauty in life. Love is a warm sunshine in the cold winter; Love is a warm breeze in spring; Love is a bright light in the long night. As long as there is love in life, it can become colorful. As long as there is love in life, it can make everyone's life better and more harmonious. A touching love story, composed the melody of love.
Little girl in debris flow
Late one night, a sudden catastrophic mudslide suddenly engulfed the whole small mountain village. In the early morning of the next day, when rescuers dug up the soil and opened the roof, they found a little girl of two or three years old naked, curled up under the roof beam and miraculously survived. Rescuers immediately carried the little girl out, but she refused to leave anyway. With a finger of her little hand, she cried, "Mom ... Mom ..." Rescuers carefully planed down along a pair of vaguely exposed clay hands, and a thrilling picture appeared in front of her eyes: a half-naked woman stood in a triangular posture with her hands held high above her head, like a statue of a weightlifter ... This woman turned out to be blind. Her body is already stiff. And under her, another man standing straight was dug up! It was when a woman stood on a man's shoulder and held the little girl high with both hands that the little girl miraculously became the only survivor of this mudslide!
Whether it is human or animal, only the love of parents is great, selfless and silent. At the critical moment, parents always give up on themselves and leave the hope of life to their children. This feat of the blind parents sacrificing themselves to save their daughters is an excellent interpretation of the power of maternal love.
Love sunflower seeds
On the day of visiting the prison, an old mother from a poor mountainous area carefully took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son to eat. The sunflower seeds are fried, and the old mother eats them carefully. When the son who was serving his sentence received this pile of glistening sunflower seeds, his hand trembled involuntarily. Mother was speechless and lifted her skirt to wipe her tears. She came all the way to visit her son, sold the only eggs and pigs at home, and saved money to pay for the trip. Before coming, she put the chopped melon seeds together under the kerosene lamp and watched them grow like hills, but she didn't want to eat any of them herself. This kind of situation is in the eyes of the son who is serving his sentence, and it hurts in his heart. He was in tears and ashamed. As a strong child, when it is time to support his mother, he can't. Looking at the sunflower seeds eaten by his mother, his son "plopped" and knelt down to his mother. He regretted it. It was his mother's deep love that infected him and summoned him. He is determined to repent and turn over a new leaf, strive to get out of the misery as soon as possible and repay his mother's love.
Love is the baptism of the soul, Liang Shi. Love is an eternal flame in the soul. Love is the mediator of life contradictions. Love is laughter that will be treasured forever. Love is everywhere in life. Love is dedication, love is expectation and love is blessing. Love makes life better!
Love makes life better. In my life journey, I have gone through fifteen years. It is love that makes my life better.
The teacher's love taught me to believe in myself; The love of my parents taught me to cherish time; The love of my classmates has taught me pure friendship ... these are many different loves, and my life will be happier and happier! Not only that, I also realized that I can never leave love, and it will accompany me all my life.
Who gave us the strength and color of life? This is love, the pure love of the teacher. Teachers are deep and silent, simple and unpretentious, selfless and eternal, warm and long-lasting. To us, you have a deep hook on your forehead and a silver hair on your head. You gave us your tenderness and warmth. Teacher's love is a lamp that illuminates our future. Teacher's love is the star that warms our hearts. Your love is a drop of dew, destined to be unrequited.
Whoever gives us pocket money and meets all the needs in our lives is the love of parents, the love of fathers is like mountains, and the love of mothers is like water. I remember one time in the third grade, it was still raining. I walked in the rain with an umbrella, and a 98-point test paper and the envious eyes of my classmates kept popping up in my mind. When I opened the door, I was depressed and told my mother the great good news. My mother not only praised me, but also promised to be nice to me in the future. My mother's love makes me feel very happy. Just then, my father came back and saw my test paper, but he kept pulling his face aside, as if he had no interest in my top grades. After a few minutes, I stepped forward and asked, "Do you think I didn't do well enough in the exam?" "Do you feel good?" Father asked. I have a blank face and many questions. Then he said simply, "Daughter, I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to understand that if you can't get good grades, you will be too proud. " Suddenly a nameless emotion welled up in my heart, and tears stayed. It's still raining, but the rain in my heart is gone after the rain. I love my father very much. He taught me a lot.
Who helped us when we were helpless? Who spent several years in primary school with us? That is the love and sincere love from classmates. I thought I would end my life in my new school in the new school year, because I am an introverted person and don't like to talk much, but I was wrong. My life trajectory suddenly took a turning point, and the original pale and dull life was put to an end by the sudden arrival of new classmates. On the first day of school, I was particularly eye-catching After all, I just transferred here. I am a quiet girl who doesn't like making friends, so I have been very lonely. Only when they take the initiative to play with me and chat with me can I be less lonely and troubled. Soon all the girls became my good friends. We often do homework, eat and play games together, which is really hard to forget! It's good to have a few close friends, who can help me solve problems and accompany me through joys and sorrows. I have realized their sincere love and caring love. I wonder if I will shed tears of gratitude when I graduate from the sixth grade.
I really can't lose love. Lovelorn is more terrible than blindness and more terrible than disability. I asked God: Let me have a rest in the parking lot of love, because love will make my life better and more fulfilling.
Love makes life better. In life, love is everywhere. Whether it is family or friendship, we can appreciate the power of love. It is love that makes our life better, and it is love that supports our progress.
I remember it's grade five, and my birthday is coming. A few days before my birthday, my parents kept going out early and coming home late, and they came home looking tired. I was afraid that they would be more tired on my birthday, so I didn't say anything or ask.
"Hum ... Hum ..." The SMS rang, and I quickly left the study desk to look at my mobile phone. After reading the short message on my mobile phone, I sat on the sofa and I was disappointed again. Because the text message on the mobile phone says, "Mom and Dad won't go home for dinner at night, so help yourself."
I don't know what happened to my parents recently. They pay less attention to me and care less about me. They hardly talked to me after returning home. I want to find time to ask them, but every time I see their tired bodies, I feel something on my lips that I can't say. God, I'm so bored. Who can tell me what to do?
Today is my birthday. In the morning, as soon as I got up, I went to the living room and saw a delicious and steaming breakfast on the table. I called my mother, but no one answered. I searched all over the family. Not only was there no mother, but even my father was not at home. I sat on the sofa and thought: Do you dislike me and don't plan to celebrate my birthday? I'm not saying today is my birthday. Will you forget it because you are busy with work?
Because of what happened in the morning, I was preoccupied and absent-minded all day. When I went to physical education class, I didn't go to play with my friends, but sat on the lawn alone, lost in deep thinking. A dazzling day has passed. When I got home in the afternoon, I saw a short message on my mobile phone. I slowly picked up my mobile phone and opened the short message with the name of a hotel written on it. My mother wants me to take a taxi by myself. After reading the information on the mobile phone, take the key and go out to take a taxi to the hotel. Push the door and go in according to the location posted on mom's mobile phone. Huh? Why is the light inside turned off? I stepped back and closed the door. In the corridor, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the address on it. Yes, right here. Is it mom's fault?
I opened the door again to make sure there was no one inside. When I opened the door this time, the scene in the room was beyond my expectation. The lights are flashing inside, my favorite dish is on the table, and there is a beautiful big cake in the center of the table. Look around again. All the relatives are here.
Everyone sang me a birthday song first, and then let me blow out the candles. After blowing, I hugged my mother tightly and said to her, "I thought you and dad didn't like me and weren't going to give me a birthday?" My mother said to me, "I'm sorry I neglected you these days because of my work, so I gave you a big surprise today." Besides, how can mom not like you? Mom and dad love you forever. "I smiled happily and nodded to my mother.
Tonight, I had a happy and full life. I am very happy, and I am especially grateful to my parents for everything they have done for me.
It is love that makes life better; It is love that makes life more fulfilling; It is love that makes life happier. It is love that makes people more diligent; It is love that makes people more cheerful; Love makes people happier. Love is everywhere!
Love makes life better. There will be many disappointments in life, but love will make life better.
The night is as cool as water and dark, with only one star dotted. At this time, it should be midnight when there is no light, but it is a dark night with lights on. The light on is particularly dazzling. In the room, I was lying in bed, coughing all the time, next to my mother, with a loving and distressed face. Because I forgot to wear my coat when I went out to play today, I caught a bad cold, and now I am very ill. "Still uncomfortable? Drink some water first. Then my mother went to pour water, and then carefully lifted me up and fed me water. At this time, I am not so uncomfortable, and the cold is not so terrible.
My mother's love for me makes life better.
"Hey, why are you here! I have been looking for you for a long time. " My friend found me under the tree. I didn't answer my friend's question, but I still shed tears silently, and then carefully wiped it off with my hand. "Hey, why don't you make a sound?" Ah! Why are you crying? "Didn't hear my answer, my friend asked me doubtfully, turned my head and saw my red and swollen eyes." Nothing ... I just didn't do well in the exam. "I finally choked up and explained the matter." What? Is this little thing worth crying about? Failure in one exam does not mean failure in the next exam. I failed this time. Wouldn't it be nice to work hard next time? I will despise you if you do this. "My friend's harsh words were full of banter, which, though a little ugly, could not hide his concern and encouragement. I looked at her and smiled through tears.
My friends' love for me makes my life better.
It's raining cats and dogs outside, and the raindrops make a noise on the classroom windows. This drop of rain, like a bullet, penetrated my sinking heart. Outside the classroom, I saw colorful umbrellas walking towards the campus gate. "Why don't you go home?" A familiar and gentle voice and slow footsteps came from behind. I turned around and saw that it was a teacher. "I didn't bring an umbrella, it rained heavily, and I can't go back for a while." Say that finish with his head down, bangs blocked his eyes, a face of depression. "Then let's go together, just as we are on the road." Before I could answer, the teacher took my hand and went out. On the way, I turned around inadvertently and saw that half of the teacher's body had been wet by the rain. Look at yourself again, but there is no moisture left by the rain. It turns out that I tend to win three prizes for teachers. I fought back my tears, pretended as if nothing had happened, and did as promised.
The teacher's care for me makes life better.
Motherly love, friendship, teacher-student relationship ... have all become sharp edges on my growth path, opening up a wonderful and mysterious future road for myself.
Love makes life beautiful.
Love makes life better. what is love ?
Love is an abstract word, very beautiful and warm. Although we can't touch it, we can feel that we are growing up in love. With the company of love, life is no longer cheap, monotonous, happy and short. Life is better because of love.
I remember that day, as usual, I ate my mother's delicious breakfast early in the morning, pushed open the door, braved the cold wind in early winter and prepared to go to school.
It was a strange day. Somehow, my mother didn't lean out of the window and repeat her advice loudly as usual. I was tired of it, but she never felt repetitive. I looked up strangely and glanced at the familiar window, which was still closed and not opened. I suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Who knows, after a short sense of relaxation, suddenly an inexplicable loss enveloped my heart, like a big net. The other end of the net is on the window. As I go further and further, the net becomes tighter and tighter. ...
Finally, I couldn't help looking back at the window I complained about countless times and remembering what my mother told me countless times when she opened the window: "Slow down on the road and be careful with the car!" "
On that day, I didn't just leave and disappear from my mother's sight as usual, but I slowed down involuntarily and the past came to my mind.
On weekdays, I am extremely tired of my mother's behavior, and even hope that there is no such window at all. In my heart, I feel that I have grown up and no longer need my mother's meticulous care. On the contrary, I think my mother's yelling is a very impolite performance, which has seriously damaged my image and face.
In this silent morning, the cold wind of winter swept my cheek like a knife and stung my heart. And I finally realized the taste of no one caring. It turns out that there are many things in this world that you don't feel precious when you have them, but once you leave you, you will feel indispensable.
I remembered me and my mother in the past: when I was sick, my mother took care of me every step of the way. It was cold, so my mother asked if it was cold or warm. In the evening, I was very thirsty, so my mother got up and handed me water. ...
Everything was piled up in my mind, and I suddenly found myself still naive and never understood my mother's heart, but my mother always cared about me. I can't help but feel sad when I think of such a serious inequality between mother and child.
When I got home in the afternoon, I couldn't wait to ask my mother. It turned out that when I went out, she received a long phone call. She finished the phone call and opened the window as usual. When she wanted to tell me, I had already left. And she, because of the lack of daily "homework", even felt uneasy all day.
Oh, mom, on that early winter morning, I finally understood what love is. Because of the nourishment of the sun, the grass is full of vitality, because of the nourishment of Yan's mother, Xiaoyan grows sturdily, because of her mother's nourishment, my heart is brighter!
From then on, I took care of that window carefully, just because it opened for me again. ...