The door is a barrier. How nice it is to close the door and relax, do what you want and live a leisurely life! The door blocks all external noises and makes people inside feel safe and comfortable. Everyone has a heart door with different transparency, except the door. Different from the door, the "blocking" of the heart door is selective: a sincere voice can often knock on a person's heart door easily; On the contrary, people who have been rejected repeatedly should reflect on their sincerity in treating others. Heart door is necessary, but if we only pay attention to our own integrity and ignore the wonderful world outside, we will only gradually lose the brilliance of life in loneliness. The door is a barrier, but more importantly, it guides people from the hesitation of knocking at the door to the surprise of pushing through the door.
The door is a threshold. Many students are looking at the gate of Fudan, which is a daunting but tempting threshold. This threshold is the noble goal and the motivation to inspire people. In the history of science, many generations have worked hard to knock on the door of truth. How much does this door weigh? Nobody knows. However, as long as there is such a threshold, mankind will continue to move forward. Many people have successfully crossed the door of life and death and withstood the test of money, power, conscience and responsibility; But some people can't return to the world of truth, goodness and beauty because of one step difference. Inside and outside the door are two completely different lives. When you try to cross this threshold, you will smile and wipe the sweat from your forehead and look back at it that has fallen behind. Those who know how to appreciate the scenery of the gate have mountains and valleys in their chests and are full of artistic interest; People who are good at grasping the door of their own hearts and knocking on the door of others' hearts are wise and have a colorful life; And those who have been looking for doors for themselves all their lives and trying to cross the threshold are the people who really love life and live a full and brilliant life.
Oh no?
A door stood there quietly and gently, closed. On one side of the door is a child who studies hard, and on the other side is a mother whose eyes are bloodshot but she is not going to sleep.
The clock ticked away and struck 12. Mother walked softly to the door. She tried to knock at the door to remind the child that it was time to rest, but she went to the door and turned back for fear of disturbing the child. After all, he has been fighting bloody battles for a week. Mother has been wandering in front of the door, very quiet.
The night is getting darker and darker, and only birds can be heard outside the window.
The children in the door also got up. He wanted to go out for a glass of water, but he looked at his watch and didn't go out because it was too late. He was afraid. ...
When the clock struck, the mother felt that the child should have a rest. She walked to the door with warm milk in her hands. The child was thirsty and finally made up his mind to go out for a drink.
When the child opened the door, she saw her mother with milk. One hand tried to knock at the door, but it stopped in the air.
Mom smiled and said shyly, "Son, is mom bothering you?" I just want to remind you that it's time to rest. I brought you a glass of milk to have a good sleep. "
The child held back the tears in his eyes and said slowly, "Mom, why don't you sleep?" ? It's cold outside. Have you been standing all night? "
Mom waved her hand: "Nothing, my body is very hard. Just you, don't be too tired. Come on, drink the milk, it's still hot. Have a rest under the lamp? "
The child holds it in his hand, carries the milk that has slightly changed its taste because of repeated heating, and swallows it in one gulp. When he handed the cup to his mother, he found her hair as white as milk. He sent his mother home.
The next night, the child was still "fighting bloody battles", and the door was open, because the child wanted to look after his mother and wanted her mother to look after the child.
That child is me, and that door taught me to cherish her love.
Maybe, when I was growing up, I never said I loved her. Are you just embarrassed or disdainful Always thought it was still long, always thought it was too late. As time goes on, she relies on me more and more because she is old. She will be old, but her love will not be diminished.
The second Sunday in May is her festival every year. Buried in daily necessities, she may not know that there is such a festival. Help her do housework on such a holiday, and call her if she can't go home after school. No matter what, she will be happy. Remember to say "I love you".