What does life need? Maybe it's material, maybe it's spirit, in short, a lot. But what is indispensable is kindness.

Kindness means tolerance and love, is the most selfless love for all people, but also the embodiment of their own good quality.

I live in a kind family. My parents told me what kindness is from an early age by words and actions: giving material help to beggars in the street, forgiving others' mistakes and giving spiritual comfort to patients ... I am following the trend, learning and feeling this kind of kindness.

Kindness means being quick and tolerant of others.

When I was reading and feeling kind, I heard a story: a mother met a one-armed beggar who came to beg at home, but her mother asked the one-armed man to move 20 bricks in front of her door to the backyard. At first, the beggar was surprised and angry and thought his mother was playing tricks on him, but her mother demonstrated that she moved 20 bricks with one arm. The beggar seemed to understand something and did as his mother said. After the completion, the mother gave the beggar 10 yuan the service fee, and the beggar bowed and left. More than ten years have passed, and the former beggar has become a graceful boss. When he found the family and was ready to express his gratitude, his mother simply said, "I have two hands." Give things to people who don't have them! " The man paused, then burst into tears and bowed deeply ... After listening, I thought for a long time and seemed to realize something.

Kindness is spiritual care and dedication to people, whether it is for yourself or others.

Nightingale, holding the magic lamp, also expounded another kind of goodness with actions. She was born in a noble family, but in order to help others, she gave up her carefree life and chose a nursing career with a very low status at that time. Through her efforts, the front-line mortality rate has dropped from 40% to 2%! On many stormy nights, moaning soldiers felt infinite warmth and love as soon as they saw the light of Nightingale's lantern. Wherever she went, the wounded soldier even leaned down to kiss her shadow. I am deeply shocked by this, and I am also moved and influenced by this great kindness.

Kindness is also a washing of people's mind and spirit.

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There are too many examples in life, some of which are spoken by the world, while others are past events. It doesn't matter. What we want is the true meaning of kindness.

I love kindness, because it embodies the value of my existence; I want to be kind, because human love is selfless.

Life needs kindness, so you will find that kindness can make people full of attachment and care.

Let goodness enter the soul, and happiness is around us.

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1. Let drooping wheat enter the soul.

2. Let that faint fragrance enter your heart.

3. Let understanding enter your mind

4. Let the warmth enter the soul

5. Let soul of china into the soul.

6. Let gratitude enter the soul

7. Let sweat enter the soul

8. let mosses enter the heart

9. Let the birds whisper into the heart —— Random thoughts about birds

10. Let gratitude enter the soul.

2006 Shenzhen senior high school entrance examination composition topic: let-enter the mind.

1. Let drooping wheat enter the soul.

That ray of sunshine shines on the drooping ears of wheat. Let this golden color enter your heart, and you will be more mature.

This piece of wheat is a good wine. The longer it is preserved, the more mellow it is. This is a flame. The higher it is held, the more beautiful it will be. It is a bouquet of flowers, which has a lingering fragrance in people's hands.

Mature wheat droops its head, teaching us humility, ants can lift big bones, teaching us unity, and bees keep collecting honey, teaching us diligence.

Its maturity makes you walk into a beautiful heart. It is like a ray of spring, which can be as warm as spring even in cold winter. It is like a clear spring, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it can make you clear.

The drooping wheat has taught us a lot, and its maturity makes me respect.

The drooping wheat raises its hands and embraces tomorrow and the future.

Let the drooping ears of wheat enter the soul. It is spring breeze, a drop of dew, a soothing pill that warms people's hearts, and a tonic that inspires people to forge ahead.

I have you in my heart, drooping wheat, and its maturity can be said to be average, turning the past beauty and "wheat" into a brilliant tomorrow.

When wheat becomes Huang Shi again, I listen to the beauty of nature and the maturity of wheat.

"There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan." The road of life is very long, very long. I vaguely remember that there is no road in life and more people will become roads. Seize the present, seize the present, let the drooping wheat enter the soul, and "wheat" will lead to a brilliant tomorrow.

2. Let that faint fragrance enter your heart.

In June, it should have been a season for struggling students to carefully write down the figure of anxiously waiting for the entrance examination in the bright sunshine in their diaries. And this June, the sky was unusually dark, and dark clouds drifted from an unknown distance to an unknown side. My mood is always shrouded in faint sadness. ...

The long-lost sun finally rises today, especially early and bright. I gently opened my eyes and smelled a familiar smell. It must be, it must be mom burning incense in the living room. I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking back to that night.

The last time I burned incense was eight months ago. This "turbulent" home was finally shattered in a divorce agreement. That night, my father packed his bags and walked out of the house. The empty house is full of mothers hiding in the room, crying sadly and helplessly. That was the first time. I was completely awake.

I am not a Buddhist, but at that time, I felt very helpless. I had to get up in the middle of the night to burn a incense. I was in tears, silently vulnerable in front of Guanyin statue, and thought a lot in my heart. Mother's crying didn't stop until the incense was burned out and the wind blew the dust all over the floor. That incoherence is enough to break my heart a hundred times.

From then on, I can't see burning incense in front of Guanyin statue at home. My mother who got up on time on the fifteenth day of the first grade no longer believes in these nothingness. In fact, I love the smell of incense, but I never ask my mother why.

Today, when I smell this fragrance again, my tears keep falling down the corner of my eyes. I opened the door quietly. I saw my mother clinging to three incense sticks in front of Guanyin statue, muttering to herself. That faint fragrance hit me along the crack of the door, and I smelled it, so clearly.

My tears fell violently again, as if that night could not stop. I closed the door and dried my tears. After waiting for a long time, I feel much calmer.

I walked out of the room and smiled at my mother: "good morning, mom!" " "Mom asked me how I slept last night. I really want to tell her that I slept soundly in this house.

With a flick of his pen, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance again. I'm sure it's a fragrance, floating, floating. Deep down, I feel extremely stable.

Mom, thank you for coming into my heart with that faint fragrance.

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3. Let understanding enter your mind

The breeze stirred the leaves and hit me in the face.

"Moving again?" I looked at my mother numbly.

"yes. Now that house prices are getting higher and higher, more and more people are renting houses. Now, if you rent it out, don't worry about 70,000 to 80,000 a year. ...

I closed the door before she finished.

"alas!" Mother sighed outside, almost inaudible.

"alas!" I also involuntarily sighed in the room.

I have been moving constantly since I was born, and I have never stayed in one place for more than three years. Finally, I bought a suite and waved goodbye if I didn't want to stay for a year.

Is this still home? I have been wandering from one place to another, wandering everywhere.

Looking at the fabric sofa at hand, it is so warm and lovely. This sofa was chosen by my mother. At first, she smiled and said that she would use it for a lifetime. But it's too fast! Soon it will belong to someone else. ...

I don't understand why she gave away all the furniture and appliances full of love and memories in order to raise the rent.

When did mom start to become like this? ...

I lay on the warm sofa and shed tears.

"It's time to eat." Mom's voice rang in my ear.

I barely got up. A table of good food, but no appetite at all.

"I don't want to eat."

"This how line? Somehow also want to eat a little ... "

"I don't want to eat!" I pushed away the rice bowl handed over by my mother.

"Mom knows you're angry about moving, but ..."

"But you still have to move! Just for the money! Money! Are you such a philistine snob? Ah? "

The pent-up anger broke out suddenly, and I almost blurted it out before I could come to my senses.

Mother's eyes suddenly became sad. I dare not watch any more.

"I didn't want to say it, but you miss me so much ..." She paused, unable to conceal her injury, but deliberately pretended to be faint.

"This money is for you to go to college."

She dropped this sentence and went back to her room in a daze.

I froze. My heart burns with pain.

It turns out that I have never understood her like this and misunderstood her! I forgot, she is my mother, my mother!

I hesitated with a glass of water and went into her room. My mother sat by the window, still thinking, until I called her gently, then turned her head.

"Mom, I ..."

"Needless to say, I understand." She gently took the cup, smiled at me and looked at me until my mouth bent.

Everything speaks for itself.

4. Let the warmth enter the soul

In May, it's time for kapok to blossom. A touch of bright red blooms high above the city, reminding me of that warm day. ...

When I was a child, there didn't seem to be so many tall buildings in the city. I live in an old house, and everyone lives in a big yard, so close to each other and my heart.

I remember, there are two kapok trees in the yard. They are so tall. Children in the yard like to jump and touch its trunk to see who is tall. We all say that kapok blooms, so we have to jump up and pick one. Listening to the children's laughter, kapok smiles on the heights.

Finally, May has come, and people passing by the yard will stop and look up at the touch of red. In the evening, people enjoy the cool in the yard, watch kapok and talk about their families. If time stays at that moment, what a warm picture it would be.

Then kapok fell down. We children are all busy sending flowers to Grandma Wang. Passers-by saw us holding a lot of kapok, with smiles on our faces and warm eyes.

Grandma dried kapok and boiled water to drink. In the evening, she put two pots in the yard for her neighbors to drink. So we took the cup, waiting for grandma to pour a cup, and the child took the cup and gave the adults a few drinks. Grandma's face turned into a flower with a smile.

Clear kapok water, sweet taste.

Later, people moved into high-rise buildings one after another, leaving kapok trees and warm big yards. When I went in and out of the elevator in the tall building, the warmth in my heart gradually faded. Iron gates lock laughter and greetings. People become indifferent and miss each other in indifference and ignorance.

Looking from a distance, there is a kapok tree with only bare branches, which has missed the flowering time.

Although it's already June, I still hope that the warmth will enter more people's hearts next time Kapok bloom. People hold happiness in their left hand and care in their right hand, and flowers bloom undefeated.

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5. Let soul of china into the soul.

When I was a child, I would recite Xin Qiji's "Qingjiang River under the Fish Valley". Dad told me that Yugutai is in our hometown in Jiangxi.

Ten years later, I returned to my hometown with the famous Taoist Bodhisattva, and finally met the familiar but unfamiliar Yugur platform.

Is today's Yugur platform as heroic as it was then?

The fact is far from what I thought. Low, dim and desolate, only a little gray in the mountains. Yugutai, since you are a symbol of the heroic spirit of the martyrs, why are you so shabby? I want to find something according to Xin Qiji's heroism.

Are you still looking at the river below? This river is definitely not the one it was eight hundred years ago. Eight hundred years ago, the nomads from the Golden Army invaded, causing untold suffering. The Qingjiang River under Yugu is your sigh, and the tears of passers-by are the hidden pain that you can't serve your country. Today, your sadness still lingers on the platform of Yugur.

Thinking about it, I suddenly found that the gloomy, dilapidated and depressed Yugur platform was so aloof, lofty and awe-inspiring against the blue sky. I believe that as a great poet who wiped out six stops and swept Wan Li, you won't lament the rise and fall of Yugutai. Your figure has not fluctuated because of the ups and downs of a stage.

I asked Xin Qiji, in the history of Yugutai for more than 1000 years, how many literati praised it? Why is it that you are the only "Bodhisattva" that has been passed down through the ages? Xin Qiji said nothing. I looked at his staring figure, and the scene in front of me became one familiar name after another: Su Dongpo, Wen Tianxiang, Fan Zhongyan, Lu You, Li Qingzhao ... I suddenly understood that there was a strong patriotic light in their words, and people in past dynasties trimmed Yugutai several times, perhaps for the sake of a piece of red in Xin Ci.

The mind of "the river mourns at night" and the feelings of "pitying countless mountains" are just the notes that agitate the pulse of China culture!

I boarded the platform of Xin Qiji's "Looking at Chang 'an in the Northwest" and saw that the sky was dyed red by his enthusiasm for the motherland, which made the mountains ashamed.

Hunting in the river wind in the spirit of taking the world as our responsibility. When people go, this spirit will not go, and the platform will collapse. This spirit will not collapse. Even if the turbulent river dries up, this spirit will continue to spread! This is the national soul suppressed by the Yugur platform!

Stepping down from Yugutai and leaving Xin Qiji's staring figure, this kind of soul of china seems to be branded into my body, which makes me uneasy, but I am extremely proud.

Let soul of china enter the soul and burn into our lives!

6. Let gratitude enter the soul

Bang!

I slammed the door, and it was like a cold wall, separated by two worlds.

My room has my own key, and I always like to take it with me in case my parents steal it. So I always remind myself before going out: Remember to close the door. I also put a piece of paper under the door. If my parents go in, the paper will fall out of the door.

That day, I was about to take the key to unlock the lock, but I was surprised to find pieces of paper scattered on the ground.

"Mom and dad with a spare key? They're not going through my stuff, are they? What should I do? " I nervously grabbed the key that was about to be eroded by sweat and wanted to cry, but my anger prompted me to rush into the living room.

"Ah, come back, how? What a surprise! We picked it for a long time. " Mom is rubbing dad's back. As if waiting for my happy expression, even the flower oil poured out, but my mother never expected that my wayward words interrupted her expectations.

"How can you just go into someone else's room? Do you understand what privacy is? " I completely ignored my parents' eager expressions and swore.

Dad showed a gloomy expression. Mother lowered her head, continued rubbing her back and said disappointedly, "I'm sorry."

Instead of accepting an apology, I turned and ran back to my room and sobbed against the wall, but I was attracted by a gift lying in bed. "Is it a gift?" I approached with trepidation, but halfway through, I was afraid to go any further. The gift says: Happy Birthday. Half-open window, a few rays of sunshine, lit up the tears in my eyes. Tears are not from anger, but from gratitude.

I pushed open the door, and the road to the living room blurred my vision. I only heard my mother's disappointed sigh: "I told you not to climb the window. How old are you!" "

I didn't go out of the living room to apologize. I went back to my room and wrote a "Welcome in" sign and posted it in front of the door. Insert the key outside the door. ...

The key opens the way for gratitude to enter my heart, for parents' love to enter my heart, and for me to learn gratitude.

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7. Let sweat enter the soul

Sweat, everyone loves you, forehead overflow, back flow, hand seepage ... when will sweat enter your heart?

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I like sports and often sweat for it. Maybe I love it too much and often delay my study. Even in the third grade, I "don't change my true colors."

Just came back from playing ball one night, and before the boiling blood could cool down, dinner began. As you can imagine, the sweat on my forehead is like a spring, and the sweat as big as a bean is like a broken bead ... My mother stopped eating chopsticks, frowned, handed me a paper towel and sighed:

"Son of bad karma!"

I listened, took the paper towel unhappily, wiped my sweat, and muttered, "What idea? Is sweating a bad karma? " ..... Is really of, a meal in the silent air. Sweat! Sweat! I am bleeding like hell. In fact, I know my mother wants to persuade me to take fewer penalties, but I won't listen. "Ann can concentrate on her studies and never be seen with a sincere face." My mother stopped to look at me from time to time and lamented. ...

After dinner, I didn't help my mother clean up the dishes and chopsticks. My mother saw that I was sweating profusely and didn't want me to help. I saw my mother bent down and meticulously cleaned up, and her hair was slightly pale under the lamp. The moment I got up, I found that the crystal beads of sweat on my mother's forehead slowly drifted away.

It suddenly dawned on me that "the son of bad karma" echoed in my mind, and my mother's sweat entered my heart.

"Son of bad karma", in fact, my mother wants me to study hard and make a difference in the future! My mother's life is very hard. She works hard for me because I don't know how much sweat she has shed in her life ... no matter how hard her parents' life is, they can't suffer for their children in the future. Now my mother is sweating like a pig and seems to have to do everything. My nose is sour and I want to cry ... My parents have worked so hard for us, but we don't know or understand my parents. Alas, "the poor bear the wind"!

A drop of sweat dripped on my mouth. Should my parents fade for me? I put it in my mouth, grateful for my parents' hard work, let it enter my heart and remember my parents' love.

The next drop of sweat is for the love of parents and becomes the love that condenses the soul.

8. let mosses enter the heart

Lin Guyin, Lin Lan everywhere, moss moss, smile still.

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In the crack of the bridge deck, in the gap of the steps, under the pillar, there is a soft one that comes out inadvertently. After a rain, a fog, and a puff of smoke, there is a faint silence, a thick cloud of gloom, and a series of silent reunions.

It is a mossy moss, a paving stone with green edges on the path deep in the jungle; In the fountain that has been in disrepair for a long time, the bottom of the pool is densely covered, and the water is dyed emerald color, which keeps vitality in the depression; In my heart, there are vast tracts of green, free and towering green.

The ancients often used moss as a metaphor for grievances. "Lonely moss is full, green grass is heavy" comes from this, and it is almost barren, almost barren. /kloc-travel in the cold wind in October/February and see that the moss is still green. In the wilderness, only this silent green is decorating the yellow land. A broken wall was resurrected by moss; One side is barren, only because of moss; A row of cliffs is covered with moss. Where is the vitality of moss? That hard-working life came into my heart.

Yaotang, Jielian, Youlan and Ogilvy-gorgeous, leafy, fragrant and beautiful. And moss, just plain, can't compare. Sitting in the depths of the forest, I was indifferent to the water. I happened to see the scenery of "the sunshine there entered a small forest and shone back at me from the green moss", but I was also intoxicated. Beautiful flowers are keen on the gorgeous stage. Moss only occupies a place not far from life, silently showing green feelings. Isn't this pure and shallow blue beautiful? The beauty of moss blooms quietly in my heart.

Moss never enters the palace of spring, the palace of summer, the genealogy of autumn and the classic of winter. In the vast universe, it is so small, but it also leaves green footprints on rocks and opens up green oases; It is also when the flowers are dying, I try my best to preserve the energy of a season, attracting stubborn buds and breeding elegant flowers; Not afraid of the cold wind, Yuan Ye is full of greenery in the sleepy season of the sun. How many great forces the world can't interpret are contained in the delicate and petite body. Moss, what is small? Moss's humble, tenacious survival and persistent struggle have propped up a blue sky in my heart.

Hair, dust-free struggle, no worries about honor and disgrace, no worries about gains and losses, just silently green, gradually green all over my heart.

Morning breeze, let this little moss get into my heart and give birth to spiritual flowers.

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9. Let the whispers of birds enter the heart.

-"Bird" Random Thoughts

Reading a good book is equivalent to talking to a noble person.

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Stray birds of summer come to my heart to sing, and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall to the ground with a sign. In this lonely evening, Baiyun stands humbly in a corner of the sky, rosy clouds cover her with a veil, and I weave colorful gauze for you with the melancholy in my soul.

The music of summer has gone far away, soaring in autumn, looking for its old base. When the sun crossed the West Sea, it paid its last respects to the East, and the sunset put away the last ray of sunshine.

The night is four in one.

I can't tell you why my heart is so depressed. Is it for a small demand that I have never longed for and I don't know? The feeling of nameless days clings to my heart, just like those mosses crawling all over the old trees.

My heart is like a damp culvert. When I can't see the sun, my thoughts will grow, fill my heart and spread all over my body.

"If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars." The bird's relief echoed in my heart.

I looked up at the sky, but it was still too dark to make people tremble. The world walks on the strings of a hesitant heart and plays the music of sadness.

"The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies and shine bit by bit. Isn't it great? " The soft sound of birds swims in me. "Sometimes, the greatness of Qingtian is closest to the ordinary."

I nodded hard and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. The night was much more charming than before. These little thoughts have their whisper in my heart like the rustle of leaves.

In spring, the spirit of flowers lingers on the lush Datura.

On a summer night, the confusion of time dances on the nameless Jiao Wei Qin.

In autumn, the remains of leaves float on the bleak and heartbroken cliff.

On the solstice of winter, the petals of snow wither on the crimson fire bow.

Life is wonderful and cruel. How should I face it?

"Let the beautiful summer flowers of life die like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." This is the deep voice of birds echoing in my heart.

The whisper of birds comes into my heart, which is the warmest support in my heart; The twittering of birds came into my heart and turned into the most splendid memories in my heart; The information of the bird came into my heart and became the deepest brand in my heart. Birds fly away from my heart in summer, leaving me alone. ...

10. Let gratitude enter the soul.

Climb the West Building, look at the night sky and count the stars in the sky. There are gorgeous poems in Tang and Song Dynasties, bright rings in celebrities, lofty and dark in managers. Although they have been dazzling for a while, the fiery sparks will eventually be submerged by secular dust, forgotten by people, smoothed out by time and disappeared.

Only those soft beams of light have illuminated thousands of years of history and warmed the hearts of generations. Eternal is gratitude.

In particular, I don't understand the origin of Thanksgiving and the thinking of modern people. Gratitude is not an ordinary poem, nor does it need gorgeous and straightforward words. Gratitude is not a picture without life, and it does not need cold and warm planning and rigid composition; Gratitude is not a delicate dance, which does not require neat movements and fixed dance steps; Gratitude is not a strict game, and there is no need for a ban and a red card. Gratitude is not a worldly thing, let alone a festive basket. Gratitude is just a minor of love. You can hum while walking and listen day and night. Gratitude is only the bud of love. You can go to Qiu Lai in spring, and it always exudes a refreshing fragrance.

Birds always return to their nests, lambs are born fragile, and trees turn to earth. This is the return of love. Liu Bei paid much attention to it, while Zhuge devoted his life to "death" and his feelings "often made heroes cry". The sad waterfront was moved by Jing Ke's report to the Prince that "the wind blows and the water cools, and the strong men are gone forever". In the beautiful spring, it is the affectionate call of hometown tourists, "but how much affection there is in every inch of grass, and enjoy the splendid spring." Gratitude belongs to that ancient era, to this era, and shines in my heart.

Let gratitude enter your heart, so gentle and calm.

Let gratitude be stationed in the depths, so that it will last forever.

Simple, as the primary school book says, "pour a glass of water and pinch your back"; Obviously, it is like the song "Old people don't want their children to make much contribution to the family ... brush chopsticks and wash dishes"; Pure, sweet smile, deep eyes, warm handshake, kind hug and heartfelt "thank you" ...

Thank your parents for giving you a wonderful life.

Thank your friends for helping you when you are frustrated.

Thanks for the grass. It's green for you.

Thanks for the flowers. I will give you colorful flowers.

Appreciate the bitterness of life in gratitude, appreciate kindness and tolerance in gratitude, let gratitude enter the soul, love plus, and pursue life with gratitude. ...

So many have not been adopted? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !