My father is a farmer. He is very ordinary. My father made me feel his love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless, profound and delicate. Every time I think of my father's love for me, my heart surges. That was when I was admitted to a middle school in the city. My father sent me to school. Although the road is not far, my father insisted on sending it, so I had to agree. On the way, the sun is shining. It was so hot that I looked at my father: face, purple sauce; Eyes bloodshot; The straw hat has been taken off, and the sparse hair is close to the scalp. "Pinger, have a rest!" Father said, and took out two eggs from his pocket. "Dad, you eat." I pushed over. "Dad has ... here is ..." I took the egg and found a cool place. My father squatted down not far from me, and his bearded chin moved with the movement of his mouth. I looked intently. What do I see? "potatoes!" I couldn't help shouting. "Is this ... delicious?" Delicious ... "the father vaguely concealed. Ah! Father, you work hard every day, not only busy with work outside, but also taking care of your mother who has been ill for many years. Seeing that all the neighbors around you are rich, you make us eat and dress well for our brother and sister to go to school, and you are still so bitter with yourself ... My heart is so astringent that I can't say a word. The school is here. I said, "Go back." "Ah, ping son, study hard! Use this 30 yuan first, and I'll come back in a few days. Ah? " With that, my father took some crumpled bills from his pocket and stuffed them into my hand. Ah! Hands, father's hands! What good hands! Ivy-like blood vessels, dry fingers like bamboo branches. Careless, I never found my father so thin. Father, you don't talk much, and your limited words have no profound truth, but your love for me is so vast, so profound and so delicate. Father, don't worry! Your heart, I understand the teacher's evaluation that this is a rare masterpiece of the senior high school entrance examination, and it is a typical article of one person and one thing. Through the description of the father sending his daughter to school, he showed his deep love for his daughter. There are many materials to show fatherly love. The author chose his father to send his daughter to school, and carefully portrayed the image of an ordinary father. There are not many words, and there is no profound truth in the limited words, but the love you gave me is so vast, so profound and so delicate. "The article uses a variety of descriptive methods, vivid and touching. The simple and simple dialogue between father and daughter is vivid and vivid; Sincere inner monologue is just right; The carved portrait depicts a weather-beaten ordinary farmer deeply in love with his daughter. In addition, this paper uses a variety of expressions, and the lines are full of understanding and deep love for my father. Lyricism deepens the center of the article and enhances its appeal.

Mom: Mom and a long-lost classmate called and asked each other about each other's situation. He suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved mom the most?" I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness. My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now. I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains that I hope I don't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember I was willing to hold my mother's hand and say "Let me lead you across the street". I still held my mother's hand before going to bed, afraid that the devil in my dream would take me away ... I grew up and my mother was old. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother. And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient. Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none ... my mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She bought everything around me with her life's hard work ... At the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice to stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for materials from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother ... I know my mother is actually very easy to satisfy. As long as you write a composition, you can move her. As long as you are around, you can touch her. As long as you love her, you can touch her. As long as you stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", you can touch her ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up ... Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I do makes you moved and proud"?

2 Parents' love:

The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents. The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time. And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me the story of the 25,000-mile Long March, Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, Lei Feng, and the bombing of the bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me that we should be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... What is all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully. Take every day as an example! Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me. Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents! Dear students, learn to be grateful. Our life is always full of sunshine. In the clear sky of Wan Li, which ray of sunshine is the most dazzling? Some people say it's excellent academic performance, others say it's helping others ... and I think the brightest sunshine on our life road should belong to gratitude, to everyone who helps us grow up. Yes, learning to be grateful is a feeling, and learning to be grateful is a feeling. Two years ago, I was seriously ill. My parents ran around behind my back, seeking medical treatment everywhere. From their anxious expressions and careful care, I deeply realized my parents' heartfelt love for me. One day, my father took me to the hospital by bike. After I took the bus, I found my father riding slowly. For several months, my father was so tired that my illness exhausted him physically and mentally. I accidentally found some white hairs on my father's head. Ah, dad has changed. He is getting old. I saw the vicissitudes of years, the hardships of life and the traces of my father's efforts for me in him. Ah, dad hasn't changed, and the mountain-like fatherly love hasn't changed. I can still feel his warmth and love. It was the night I was in the hospital. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily outside. Dad came to bring me dinner after work, but I want to eat jiaozi. Without saying anything, he put down his home cooking and braved the cold wind and snow to go out and buy me jiaozi. It's getting dark, the wind is getting stronger and the snow is getting heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father said, "You are hungry!" " "Looking at my father's kind face and touching his hand, I was moved to tears." Dad, dad ... "I kept repeating in my mind," You are really my good father! "Winter is very cold, and everything my father does is like sunshine, which warms my sick body; Like a warm current, it melts into my sad heart; My father's care supported my belief in overcoming the disease. After more than a month of treatment, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital. I will never forget my parents' love and care for me. What can I do for them? I often ask myself this question. Even if I hang my shoulders for them, wash the dishes, sing them a song, go shopping and walk with them, I will feel comforted. Learning to be grateful and repay kindness, I seem to grow up at once: I study hard and don't let them worry about me; I struggled to wash dishes and pick vegetables so that they could have a rest; I often hum a ditty to make my family laugh ... I try my best to leave the most unforgettable time for my parents, make them happy and make them proud. I love my parents, and all the children in the world love their parents. Let's say to them together: "We love you!" Let's act together, repay the kindness and learn to be grateful. Winter is no longer cold, the night is no longer long, and happiness is always with you and me. Tolerance is a poem. Tolerance is a poem of life. The highest tolerance is not only manifested in the handling of an event in daily life, but sublimated into a kind of mind for the universe and a poetic tolerance for life. The meaning of tolerance is not limited to people's understanding and care, but the generosity and fraternity of the heart to all life between heaven and earth. The legendary horse can't reach this realm, but this realm is so real and profound for human beings. Those who are worried about the dullness and misfortune of life, please choose tolerance. This does not harm your dignity at all, but helps people to cross mediocrity in the long river of life. With the ideological realm of tolerance, we can understand the true meaning of life, and tolerance is also an art of life. Of course, there is no contradiction between tolerance and "being strict with yourself and being lenient with others". Forgiving yourself easily is not tolerance, but cowardice. "Treat people in an all-round way" depends first on the object. Tolerance does not cherish tolerant people, which is promiscuous; Tolerance to those who are not worthy of tolerance is tolerance; It is indulgence to tolerate unforgivable and immoral people. Therefore, tolerance itself is also a kind of knowledge of life. On the road of our life, it is not as simple as two horses. Life is often complicated and often boring. It is precisely because tolerance is like water that complicated things become pure after filtering; It is because tolerance is like fire that insipid becomes more and more distinct through calcination; It is precisely because of this poetic tolerance that life is endowed with art and eternity. Strong and unyielding line of defense When the grass shows great vitality after the spring breeze is burned by wildfire, we are ready to set off and roll up the memories along the way into luggage to carry on our shoulders; When someone whispered the immortal phrase "the wildfire didn't completely engulf them, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze" over and over again, with the helplessness of failing in the college entrance examination and the sympathy of relatives and friends, we hit the road, and the suffering and sadness showed a ferocious face. "Who's afraid? A misty rain is a lifetime. " Being strong is our last line of defense, and we will never fail ... Spring always comes as scheduled, and the grass breaks out in the first spring. We came to a big river, where there is a clear river, which can wash away our fatigue. We stood up and suddenly found that green spread from the river to the foot of the mountain, over the mountains, and further ... Looking back, we realized that we had spent a cold and long winter in the biting north wind. Because there is love burning in our hearts, we will not be numb in the cold. This love is a strong interpretation of life. We follow it to spring and regain our vitality with the grass! I don't know how long it took, but we came to a high mountain. The scorching sun scorched our skin. It was summer! In this difficult season, we looked around and saw the grass in the wilderness. These spirits of life seem to be more tenacious after experiencing spring. They try their best to bloom the colors of life, from green to dark green, shining with the wind in the scorching sun ... because of love, they are strong. It turns out that the grass loves life as much as we do, and we are all pursuing the ultimate in life. What is the scar cut by thorns all over the body? With the love of life, we go through obstacles and move on ... The crooked branches of old trees and the fallen leaves all over the sky remind us that autumn is here! We saw the yellow face of the grass in Yuan Ye. After a wildfire not far away, a piece of blackened land was left, and we were suddenly shocked: the grass had been dormant in this blackened and cracked land for a cold winter and started a new journey in the spring of next year! We are relieved, this is the feeling of grass, this is the essence of life and the true meaning of our love! I finally understand that life needs support and love, and being strong is an unstoppable line of defense. The grass bears this line of defense and breeds new life in the cold land. Our mood is heavy. This time, we will go to winter without hesitation! Be a strong "tree". In our life, we can see grass all over the earth, but it is so short that people can trample on it. See the flowers bright and beautiful, but exquisite, let people pick; Only a tree can stand tall between heaven and earth, stand on its own feet and make people admire it. Trees can't grasp the arrival of rain in the wind, rain and sun. Some trees fail and die, while others can flourish, not afraid of wind and rain, just because they have found the source of life-water, and they have also developed a strong will. And these trees are century-old trees, a group of "strong" trees! We should also be a strong "tree" in life, with excellent skills, strong will and people who are not afraid of setbacks and storms based on society! There are two kinds of people, one is called exploration and the other is called vagrancy. Both of them are famous and have entered the society. Explore this person's courage to explore new discoveries and set up his own research room; However, wandering casually entered a company and became a clerk. Explore and study hard, strive for your own characteristics, and gain new experience and knowledge; Wandering around has no progress, no study, no skills, just wandering around. In this way, ten years later, two young men in their twenties are now two men in their thirties with wives and belts. At this time, exploration became famous because of his discovery and became the deputy head of a regiment; Wandering? He is down and out, gambling all day and living on his wife's meager salary. Two completely different experiences have resulted in two different fates. Explore and constantly pursue new knowledge and enrich yourself; Wandering around but thinking that you can eat and wear warm clothes by fate. They are like two trees. One tree is still standing in the wind and rain, but another tree has fallen to the ground. A tree needs a "thirst for knowledge" of constant exploration, a support of hard skills and perseverance. The glory they created is to become a century-old tree. We also want to be a big tree, a strong "tree", constantly strive for self-improvement, always stand in the wind and rain, not afraid of wind and rain, and be a century-old tree!

three

With the rotation of the years, I have been in the sixth grade. I have been with my former classmates for five years and have developed feelings with them. When I get along with them, I feel that I am playing with my brothers and sisters. Suddenly, I suddenly turned to a strange place, even a little scared, because the new environment is strange to me after all. At this time, I deeply felt what the writer said, "Familiarity is familiarity after all, and strangeness is strangeness after all." I can't help feeling sour in my nose. I think of my intimate friends who attend classes, study and play with me. Now that we are separated, we can no longer be criticized by the teacher in class.

But the best thing I played was Zhou Zi's comments. Zhou Ziping has a pair of bright big eyes, and the faces on both sides are red all the year round, which makes people want to touch. He likes eating, but he never grows meat. His favorite stars are JJ, JJ Lin and Wilber Pan ... My best brothers are me, wearing a hat, Wei Xiang, monkey and Chen Zhuo ... Many things happen to us, including crying, laughing, sadness and happiness. ......

Once, several of us got together to play basketball. I'm on the team with the hat and the monkey, PK and three others. I made a three-step jump at a flying speed, and Zhou Ping rushed up and hit me, but he said loudly, "You broke the rules, you broke the rules." I quarreled with him. "Obviously you hit. How could I foul? How can you be like this? " That's it. We don't talk to anyone. After a day, I heard my classmates say, "Zhou Ziping was in a bad mood yesterday and quarreled with Fan Luo!" " "As soon as I heard this, I regretted it immediately. I found Zhou Ping and said to him gently, "Zhou Ping, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in a bad mood yesterday, so I quarreled with you." Can You Ever Forgive Me? His drought-striken fields blushed and murmured, "No, no, I was in a bad mood yesterday, so I can't quarrel with you. This is my fault. " Say that finish, my heavy heart immediately relaxed. The classmate next to him said, "Friends should be honest with each other and should not hide anything. Only by establishing an emotional foundation and trusting each other can our friendship be deeper and stronger. "Then, we made up again.

I love my classmates. Even if we are separated, I won't forget them.

four

Compared with Yue, as a healthy person, I am simply too small and fragile. I am ashamed, I don't have the courage to face the reality, I don't have the spirit to face the challenge, and I don't have the will to fight to the end. After listening to Yue's experience, I think it's time to change myself. I should learn more about Yue's courage, spirit and fighting spirit. ...

Yue is a new friend I have known for a short time, but we get along very well and basically talk about everything. This may be the reason why we are both straightforward and honest.

I heard a lot of people mention Yue before, because Yue had terrible uremia and changed his kidney. At that time, I just thought it was a pity that she was so ill at her age. After all, she is still too young and has a long way to go in life. It's a pity that she will spend the rest of her life with the disease! My heart is full of sympathy for Yue. So since I met Yue, although we had a good talk, I seldom brought up the topic of illness in front of her, for fear that she was taboo and could not stand it.

Today, she came to my office to deal with things at work, and we started talking. She just got back from Beijing. A few days ago, she went to Beijing for reexamination because of poor health due to kidney transplantation rejection. The hospital changed her oral medicine, and now she is in good condition. Seeing what she said was natural, I also asked some questions.

Yue told me about her illness for nearly four years, from before she got sick, from being hospitalized for kidney transplant to now, listening to her talk there seemed to be telling other people's stories.

I have to admit that Yue is a very strong woman and lived a comfortable life before she got sick. Because she is a rich boy, her living conditions are relatively superior, and everything at home does not require her to work hard. But after her illness, she was not intimidated by the disease, but showed unimaginable strength. She experienced the pain and suffering that a normal woman could not bear, and also paid the energy and sweat that a normal woman could not pay. She said that she has only one thought, she can't fall down, and she has to live strong. As long as you live for one day, you must make yourself happy and let others watch. Besides going to work normally, she also uses her spare time to do business with her friends in order to make money to pay for her expensive medical expenses. Although her parents and in-laws are fully capable of paying her expenses, she still insists on making money to save her life. She doesn't want to drag others down and become a burden to others, even her family.

In this way, I heard Yue talk about everything she experienced after her illness, her illness and her career. There are ups and downs that healthy women can't bear, and happiness and pride that healthy women can't enjoy. A few times, I was so sad that I almost shed tears, but seeing Yue so optimistic and safe, I held back and didn't let myself cry, so as not to affect her mood.

Compared with Yue, as a healthy person, I am simply too small and fragile. I am ashamed, I don't have the courage to face the reality, I don't have the spirit to face the challenge, and I don't have the will to fight to the end. After listening to Yue's experience, I think it's time to change myself. I should learn more about Yue's courage, spirit and fighting spirit.

Yue, my good friend, I hope you can be more tenacious and walk out of your gorgeous life.

As your best friend, I will always be by your side and cheer for your life!

5.

This has been a difficult month. I met my good friend on his birthday and spent almost all my pocket money. I felt in my pocket and found only 80 cents. My friend's birthday was sent by parcel post, and I only gave her eighty cents. What a pity! I can't eat or sleep these days because of this, so I took some books to read. I was deeply touched by a sentence in the book: a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and a friendship between villains is like wine and meat. If we spend a lot of money on gifts, won't we become friends?

Suddenly, I had a brainwave and thought of a good idea. I jumped out of bed at once. I found a piece of red cloth from home and bought some needle and thread with 80 cents. I'll cut the red cloth into handkerchief size first. Then write the words "Happy Birthday to you" on the red cloth with a watercolor pen and draw a simple flower below. Finally, I learned to be an adult and embroidered one by one along the pencil frame. Because of the first experience, the needle often plunged into the finger and shed bright red blood, but I didn't care and continued to embroider seriously. I've been embroidering handkerchiefs all afternoon, and I'm so tired that my back aches.

Although I was satisfied with the present for my friend, I trudged to my friend's birthday party. As soon as I entered my friend's house, I saw that the room was full of guests, surrounded by big bags of gifts. Seeing this, my heart beats faster. At this moment, my friend greeted me with a smile. I said hesitantly, "this ... this is ... my birthday present for you." I sewed it myself. " As soon as my friend opened it, he saw the words embroidered on it, and tears filled his eyes. She said, "We will be best friends, because what you have given me is true friendship." Everyone saw it. Let's give it a compliment.

From this incident, I deeply realized that money is not everything, and there is something more valuable than money, that is sincere friendship.