Love is around 1 Love is invisible, but it is always around us. Whenever you do a good deed and others cast grateful eyes on you, you will find love around you; Whenever you do something wrong, someone will seriously educate you, and you will find that love is around you. ...
However, there is love in my ordinary life. For example, my mother always prepares rich meals for me before I eat; When I leave school, it rains heavily, and my mother will appear in that heavy rain; When I encountered setbacks, it was my mother who gave me the power of love ... I always felt that my mother's love for me could not be easily forgotten. One of them is still fresh in my memory, because it contains not only love, but also childhood happiness.
It happened when I was five or six years old. At that time, I didn't know about coins over ten yuan. It was very hot that day, and I wanted to go out and buy an ice cream. I found that there was little pocket money left in the piggy bank, and my mother's wallet happened to be on the cupboard in the living room, so I had a whim. Why not just take some from my mother's wallet? So I climbed over and opened it. There are only a few red bills with the image of an old man on them. Oh, whatever. Take it away first.
Ha ha! I took the money and ran to the store happily. Just as I took out the money to buy ice cream, my mother came to the shop. Not good! Mom must have found out that I stole her money and came to "K" me. Alas, my "pp" will "blossom" again. So I quickly turned around and went to find a place to hide the money. All right! It's opposite that big tree! I ran as fast as I could. When I came under the tree, I buried my money in the soil.
At this time, my mother has come to my side. She asked softly, "Did you take the money from the cupboard?" It really is! But I still want to fish in troubled waters first, but my mother's tone obviously began to increase: "Just like thieves stealing vegetables, children should be honest when they are young." If you take it, you can hide from the first day, but you can't hide from the fifteenth. Let's be honest! " "I took it. I buried it in the soil and wanted it to regenerate a few money babies. " I had a brainwave and made up a lie to prevaricate.
"Ha ha ha! Silly boy, mom and dad earned the money. How can you be born so casually? Children can tell adults clearly what to buy at home and never learn to "steal"! Mom can forgive your mistake this time, but she can't make the same mistake again next time! " "I know, mom!" At this time, my heart was warm, and I made up my mind never to do such a stupid thing again.
It is this love around me that makes my childhood life full of sunshine; It is this love around me that keeps my life from deviating from the normal track; It is this love around us that makes the whole society develop more harmoniously and beautifully!
Rodin once said: "Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty." But I think the same is true of love. It is not the lack of love in life, but the lack of a pair of eyes looking for love. Love is everywhere, just waiting for us to find it.
For example, one morning, I got up early. I was going to attend a lecture at Yale, but because my father and I had a little conflict, we quarreled for a while and found that the class was about to start, so we stopped. At this time, I was so anxious that I didn't even eat breakfast, so I ran to Yarra.
I am secretly glad that I am not late at last.
The class began. I went up and down, feeling very tired and almost lying on my desk. I wanted to buy something to eat on the pretext of being ill. I saw it and forgot to bring money after quarreling with my father. I have to put up with hunger and wait for something to eat at home after class. After a while, my stomach began to growl again, and I was dying. At this moment, the teacher suddenly said, "Someone is looking for you." I was so excited that I thought my mother must have brought me food. I rushed out of the classroom and was shocked. It turned out to be Dad! Dad had a bag of instant noodles in his hand, and I wolfed it down as soon as I saw it. But after eating for a while, I suddenly remembered that I had a conflict with my father in the morning and said shyly, "Dad, I'm sorry ..." Dad patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said, "It's okay, son!" Tears welled up in my eyes with excitement. ...
Love is silent, love is traceless, feel it with your heart and observe it with your eyes. I found that love is around me, as ubiquitous as sunshine, air and water.
Love is around. Everyone is full of love, including parents' love, teachers' love and classmates' love. Love is always around, but sometimes we ignore it.
My mother washes my clothes every week, and I think it's nothing special; When it rained, my mother came to pick me up from school at the first time. She gave me all her umbrellas on the way, but she got wet. There are delicious meals cooked by my mother every day on the dining table ... these are actually my mother's meticulous love for me. Although it is not vigorous, it is like a trickle.
Dad goes out early and comes back late every day. He works hard just to give us a better life. In the cold winter, he packed boxes of goods, often so tired that his cotton-padded clothes were soaked. At night, he came home tired, not only without a trace of complaint, but also with a loving smile on his mouth, looking at my sister and me. At this time, I will feel that my father's love for us is as great as the mountain and as deep as the sea.
Every afternoon after school, the teacher always reluctantly sent us outside the school until we walked a long way. Looking back, I found the teacher still standing at the door watching us walk home alive. I feel very practical in my heart, and the way home suddenly becomes bright and flat. This is the teacher's meticulous and diligent care for us.
Love is like this every day by my side, just like the warm sun in winter makes people warm and the cool wind in summer makes people comfortable. ...
Let's have a grateful heart and always remember the love of parents, teachers and everyone around us. These will be the wealth of our life!
Love is around. At the age of nine, I lost my mother and maternal love forever. I haven't tasted the love my mother gave me in these years. Until that day, I felt as if I had tasted that kind of love.
That day, I suddenly had a fever for some reason. I want to go to the hospital, but I have no money on me. I don't know what to do. I thought of my aunt who lives in the local area. Because I don't have much contact with my aunt on weekdays, I'm sorry to disturb her. Later, my body became more and more uncomfortable, so I had to bite the bullet and go to my aunt's house.
My aunt called my father as soon as she knew I was ill, but I couldn't get through. She hurried to take me to the hospital, accompanied me to see a doctor, and led me to draw blood for intravenous drip. I fell asleep in a daze in the hospital bed. When I woke up, my aunt was not there, and I didn't know when I went out. Looking at my little sister by the bed, I am surrounded by my parents and grandparents. One feeds her water, the other feeds her snacks, and the other massages her ... I have a strange feeling in my heart and my nose is a little sour. I propped up and sat up. I heard my stomach growl a few times. Alas, I'm hungry. Wait until I hang up the bottle before I go home to cook noodles.
"Little dragon, you wake up. Do you feel better? " My aunt came in with some apples in one hand and an incubator in the other.
"hmm."
"Hungry, you a person in the hospital I don't trust you. I fried a bowl of fried rice with eggs and came over. In the evening, my aunt will give you chicken soup to make up. " Aunt said as she opened the heat preservation box and handed me the fried rice with eggs.
It smells good. I quickly reached for it, even forgetting that my right hand was being infused. My aunt smiled and said, "I'm so old, I'm still a child. Are you in a hurry? " Your hands are inconvenient. I'll feed you. "
"Ah?" I was surprised, waved and blushed. Who hasn't fed me since I was sensible? Just when I was at a loss, my aunt's rice spoon reached my mouth, and I instinctively opened my mouth. Aunt feeds me bite by bite, and I eat it bite by bite. My aunt's hand is near and far, far and near ... There are two or three blue veins on the back of her hand, and her skin is wrinkled, but it gradually warms my heart.
I am grateful for this disease and thank my aunt for letting my mother taste it again.
Love is around. Love is a lamp that illuminates the distance in the dark. Love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold. Love is the rain in spring, the wind in summer, the fruit in autumn and the sun in winter. Love is everywhere, but we haven't found it.
Wednesday morning. Mom said loudly, "Xiaoyao, get up quickly, or you will be late for class!" " "Like not to hear, I continue to sleep in bed. After a while, my mother came to my room to wake me up before I got up, but she couldn't wake me up. My mother saw that my face was red, so she touched my face and said in surprise, "Xiaoyao, why is your head so hot?" "You must have a fever. You should rest at home today. " My mother quickly tucked me in, then brought me a wet towel, covered my head to cool down, and then quickly went to get cold medicine. In less than a minute, my mother brought the cold medicine. Mother helped me up carefully and then handed me the medicine to drink. After I finished drinking, she helped me down slowly and tucked me in.
An hour or two passed, and my fever didn't go down at all. My mother is very worried. My mother said to me, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital." My mother pulled me up as soon as she finished speaking. My mother wants to go by bike. But the car just broke down. When my mother saw this situation, she directly picked me up and set off for the hospital.
In the process of carrying me back to the hospital, my mother had to rest without taking a few steps. Every few minutes, I can hear her panting voice. I saw the sweat dripping from my mother's face and kept asking me if I could hold on a little longer and get there quickly. At that time, I was very sad and shed tears. Finally arrived at the hospital, my mother put me down. I was sad to see her upper body wet. When I see a doctor, my mother is always there to comfort me. I thought to myself, "My mother's love for me is everywhere!" " I love my mother! "
Love is everywhere around you, but you don't notice it. In the whirlpool of love, you can always feel the warmth.
Love is close at hand. Love, for me, is caring. Others have warm and happy love. Before, I felt empty around me, and there was no love at all. But from then on, I realized where my love was.
That day, I was walking home with a heavy schoolbag on my back, and suddenly my stomach ached a little. After a while, my stomach became more and more painful, like a hundred bugs biting me in my stomach! My head is dizzy, as if I can't see clearly in front of me.
When I got to my door, I had to take three flights of stairs to go home. I walked up slowly like a centenarian. On the third floor, I took out my key and opened the door. My mother is cooking. I shouted weakly, "Mom, I'm back." My mother recognized that my voice was wrong and ran over to ask, "What's the matter?" I said softly, "Headache!" "My mother slowly put me on the sofa, squeezed the towel washed in cold water, folded it again and put it on my forehead. After a while, my mother said anxiously, "It's all right!" " "I was very touched and said," It's okay. " "Nothing is good!"
After a while, my mother changed my towel and gave me medicine. Three days later, I was all right. From then on, I found no love around me, and I found my mother's deep love for me. I also have warm and happy love. It turns out that love is by my side!
Love is around. In this world, there are always some touching feelings, like the long river of time, which connect people's hearts.
Life is a mixed world, and what I enjoy most is the love from my relatives around me. This kind of love is warm and soft for me, but it can also resist all kinds of disappointments. Every day when I come home from school, it is dusk, the lights on the street are on, and passers-by are rushing home. Whenever I am mixed with people, I will look for my mother's eyes. Until I meet her eyes, I will stride towards her with peace of mind. When I see her, she will immediately ask, "How are you today?" I'll tell her everything that happened today, whether it's funny or funny, or sad. My mother will laugh or frown between words, and between words, we will be home soon.
This kind of "mechanical" greeting every day is a habit formed from primary school and gradually integrated into my life. "How are you today?" Every time I hear this greeting, it is like a breeze blowing across the water, like the shadow left by lonely cold light on the mountain wall, warm, like the wintersweet in Leng Xue in the warm sun, in full bloom and affectionate.
This little sentence has strength, soul, emotion and true love in the persistence of the Millennium. Bit by bit may be insignificant, but this subtlety contains eternal affection. Great love is speechless, all empty words are like passing clouds, and only true love is in ordinary persistence. When it appears as scheduled day after day, it will definitely include your inner temperature. These words are a part of life, which will surge your blood, burn your soul, turn into a little truth in life, and gather into an ocean of love in persistence.
The power of a word is almost enough, but if it is given the soul of love, it is like a ray of sunshine, a ray of spring of love, nourished in silence, and will inevitably coexist with the sun and the moon.
Love just says, "How are you today?" I will answer her loudly. Let the love in life last forever in the long river of time and space, and never fade.
There are many kinds of love in the world, including parents' love, great fatherly love, maternal love, teacher's love and doting ... These loves are accompanied by our growth, our social daily growing and our little maturity, so I want to say, "Love is around us."
Our parents raised us with great pains. Ask yourself, who created better conditions for us to get up early and work hard? Who took us to the hospital when we were sick and silently guarded us? Who always leans the umbrella beside us when it rains? There is only one answer, that is, love our parents.
I remember once, my sister and I went to my grandmother's house in the country to play. Walking along a country road, we saw two sheep in the distance, so we came to the lamb. It turns out that the lamb is nursing, but it is kneeling. I looked at my sister with puzzled eyes. She seemed to understand my mind and said to me, "Do you know? Crows have the feeling of feeding back, and sheep have the grace of kneeling and nursing. When the crow is old, his children catch worms and feed them to the old crow, and the lamb always kneels to thank the old sheep for feeding. Do you understand? " I nodded, so from that moment on, I learned to be grateful and to thank others for their kindness.
In the process of my growth, the teacher's love also gave me a lot of strength, which made me raise my confident sail again and regain my confidence in my study. I remember once, we did our homework very well, and there was a big red cross when it was handed out. I didn't study hard for the next few days. I lost confidence in my study and wandered around the campus all day. Later, when the teacher found out, he called me to my office and said to me earnestly, "Yi Xue Ying, winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists since ancient times. One homework can't decide anything. Don't worry about it. Remember, knowledge changes fate, but fate is in your own hands. Do you understand? " I bowed my head in shame and thought: knowledge will change my destiny, and it is not too late to work hard from now on. From then on, I rallied and regained my confidence, and there was another struggling figure in my class.
what is love ? What is the scope of love? Now I know the answer. Love is a greeting, a few words of comfort, and a smiling face for each other. The scope of love is very wide. The action of love is as small as helping the old man cross the road and as big as loving his country and his family. We are surrounded by love, care and warmth. So, love is around us!
Love is around. Eight people are full of love, even strangers will contain that unknown love. The world is always warm, and love is around you.
"It's another sunny day! Great! " At the weekend, I was very excited to admire today's weather. I ran downstairs from home, picked up those precious things that made me happy, got dressed and slipped into a small clearing. I have been learning skating for more than five years. Today, in front of my long-lost old friend, I boasted that I would be able to show her my best self once.
I looked around and chose an empty place to slide like an eagle. "Ha ha! I am really the main body of work! " I winked at my friend and was elated.
I seem a little complacent. I chose an unusually rugged downhill road and slipped down at once. Between this thought, I was wrong. That humble hole hurt me badly, and my whole back fell heavily to the ground. "ah!" I screamed. The whole person rolled on the ground, in great pain. At that moment, my heart collapsed. Tears in my eyes, no one around. I hope someone can help me. At this moment, a thin figure appeared beside me.
She saw me and said, "Little sister, what's the matter? Are you all right? " At that time, I couldn't speak at all and felt it was difficult to breathe. Seeing me like this, she quickly lifted me up and helped me to the chair. When I relax, I can talk. She asked me, "What's the matter? Are you better? " I replied, "Well, much better, thanks."
She asked me my home address, and I replied, "It's just across the street." She hugged me patiently and asked me for a glass of water at the door. I took a few sips and helped me to the stairs. I refused several times, but she patiently helped me upstairs until the door.
I really appreciate her. I wanted to ask her name, but all she left was the shining back in the dark building. Why would a stranger treat me like this without asking for anything in return? I know, it is the concern and love between people, right beside me.
Love is around. There is such a teacher. She has a delicate face and a gentle smile. She is as loving as a mother and loves her students as her own children. She practiced her promise of teaching and educating people with her own practical actions; She won the respect and recognition of teachers and students for her excellent performance. She is my head teacher, Miss Du Juan.
Speaking of Du Juan, she is a good teacher in our hearts. She is very concerned about every child in her class, especially the minority students. Over the years, her advanced deeds of tutoring and educating minority students have touched everyone around her and written a touching chapter of national unity with true feelings and great love.
Arafat is a Uighur boy. Since the first grade, he has been obsessed with pinyin spelling and Chinese character writing. Careful teacher Du will use his spare time to tutor his pronunciation and teach him to write. Over and over again until he learns. Teacher Du also specially set up a home-school contact book for him to help children develop good habits with their parents.
Under the careful guidance of Mr. Du, Arafat's Chinese level has improved rapidly, and he has been able to read extracurricular books skillfully in Pinyin. Arafat's mother said to everyone, "Teacher Du Juan is really a good teacher. She is Arafat's Han mother. " Today, Arafat's brother is already an excellent junior high school student and often visits Mr. Du.
Zoldy is a Kazakh girl. When children have problems in the process of growing up, Mr. Du actively communicates with parents, analyzes the reasons and finds out the countermeasures. Zordi's parents, according to Mr. Du's "careful thinking", really cured Zordi's "small problem". Zoldy not only became sensible, but also became more confident.
Zoldy signed up for the bilingual oral contest held by the school. Teacher Du not only strongly supports her, but also takes time to give guidance to her children. During that time, Mr. Du caught a cold and she kept coughing because of the old problem of pharyngitis. Even so, Teacher Du helped Zoldy read aloud again and again. Seeing Teacher Du's coughing and listening to Teacher Du's hoarse voice, this strong Kazakh girl couldn't help crying. Messy and Jordi won the special prize in the bilingual oral contest.
Hugo once said: "The cause of flowers is lofty, and the cause of fruit is sweet. Let's do the cause of leaves, which is ordinary and humble." Teacher Du Juan is like a green leaf, setting off the sweetness of flowers and the preciousness of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! She devoted her enthusiasm to the education she loved and promoted the harmonious development of ethnic education with practical actions. Blooming peaches and plums are the best reward for you!
Although Mr. Du's story is not earth-shattering, it warms people's hearts, like a trickle merging into an ocean of love. ...
In fact, love is around. ...
Love is around. Composition 10 Those loves are trivial, tiny and meticulous.
During the epidemic, schools started late. It's a little annoying to stay at home every day. My mother is a teacher, and she is going to be on the live broadcast. I can't stand the sound of lectures from time to time in my room. Finally finished, I shouted, "I can't study all morning, can you keep your voice down!" " "Mother was shocked, paused, and whispered" I'm sorry ". I regretted it at once, but my mother turned carefully, walked slowly into the kitchen and closed the door behind her. I understand that she is afraid that the noise of cooking will disturb me to watch micro-classes in the living room, because she always does. At present, I have no intention of attending classes. I listened carefully to the faint sound of "clicking" cutting vegetables in the kitchen, as well as the sound of washing pots and turning on range hoods. My mother talked about classes all morning, and she should be very tired, too. However, even if my mother doesn't have time to have a drink after class, she will always rush over and say, "Did you read the notice just sent by the head teacher? "Even if my mother prepares lessons late into the night, she can always see the kitchen steaming when she gets up and walks out of the room the next morning. Time flies, making mother's skin dull and wrinkles aging. I can turn my hair white, and the tinkling sound in the kitchen door hasn't changed for many years. I began to cherish the sound, the wisps of heat rising in this pot. Love is at home.
Occasionally, go out armed. The wind is so strong that even the trees can't stand it. It began to rain in Mao Mao soon, so I hurried back. Just as I was about to rush into the gate of the community, a hand with a forehead gun reached out to me. I was suddenly moved. When everyone stayed at home, they gave up their rest time and took risks and stood at the gate all day. With the sound of "Didi", the volunteer sister nodded to me. I thanked her and went home safely. Taking temperature is a trivial matter, but by doing so, they can reassure people who have already returned home and actively cooperate with the prevention and control of the national epidemic. Indeed, greatness can also be created in the ordinary. How can they not admire me for "sending a little warmth to the world"? It turns out that love is under the house.
The first-line doctors are all great. They build a small family for everyone, fight against diseases and race against time. And around us, there are also many people who are worried about the epidemic, and there are also many people who convey warmth. In online learning, the hot dishes that are never absent are filled with the fragrance of love; In the temporary temperature measurement place, slight nods and gestures are full of the warmth of love. Love is in every family and every corner of society. They are simple and not simple.
I began to understand love and learn to cherish the ubiquitous love around me.