I think it's better to write an argumentative essay and give you two references. It is the deep concern of one heart for another, and it is the bond connecting family, friendship and love. Concern is a family affection, a wisp of acacia, a kind of happiness. Caring is a life form, a spiritual place and a psychological magnetic field that everyone should look for and cherish. The best way to identify the depth of feelings is to pay attention to the length of time. The beautiful legend of Peacock Flying Southeast, the eternal swan song of Meng Jiangnu Crying for the Great Wall, the joys and sorrows of butterfly lovers, and the wonderful sentence of "I miss you like the moon, and it decreases every night" all describe that your face is getting thinner and thinner because of your concern until you give your life and leave us a true and sincere sad and beautiful story. Concern is a cup of rich emotional nectar, and it is a farewell blessing. Parents' concern for their children is like a cloud, which floats around with the birds in the sky, across the Qian Shan and haunts the children's hearts. The concern between brothers and sisters is like a mountain stream, clear and transparent. As long as the mountain is not old, it keeps flowing, drinking songs and splashing water all the way. The concern between husband and wife is like graceful words, lingering and far away, and acacia often makes tears stick to the towel. There is also the kind of concern between friends that does not contain blood relationship and is not mixed with selfish distractions, which often gives people endless strength and courage. Concern is a precious emotion between people. It has no false impurities and no utilitarian color. Caring is a generous and selfless dedication, a deep blessing and a silent prayer. Care is not an illusory mirage, but real details and actions. Buying a pill and squeezing a little toothpaste is a sign of concern; Asking "good morning" and saying "good night" are expressions of concern; A greeting card, a letter from home, a phone call, a message ... are all manifestations of love. Attention makes people taste the ups and downs of life and adds a beautiful scenery to life. If there is no concern in the world, it is like plants lacking sunshine and rain; A person who doesn't care about anything is like a walking corpse. There is life in the air, and it is difficult to glow with the brilliance of life. Life needs warmth, sweetness, spring breeze and summer rain ... worry is the whisper of the soul and the dialogue between the hearts. Caring for others and being cared for by others is a kind of happiness. Let each of us know how to care, taste care, learn to care, and make life colorful, so that people's world will become more colorful and enter life. With care, there is emotional sustenance. "The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward boy's body" is full of family care; "Young people leave home when they are old, and the local accent has not changed." It is the concern of overflowing homesickness; "I wish you a long life and a thousand miles of beauty" is the concern of wandering love; "It's a pity that one brother climbs, but one dogwood is missing"; "Hug home, for me, as a symbol of our love" is the sustenance of love; "There is no reason to persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go abroad." This is a kind of worry. I found a kitten and was abandoned by a big cat. I named it Didiou. Now it has not opened its eyes, and its body is not as big as a mobile phone. Feed it cat milk powder every two hours, and always wipe your ass, because there is no mother cat to take care of it, for fear that it will suffocate. The temperature must be guaranteed. It's so cold now that we have to put it in a small box full of cotton and put it on the heater. But I have to go to work during the day. I'm worried about such a small kitten. My mother can take care of it at home after retirement, but I can't let go. Is this simple and common, but is it so worrying? There is a feeling in this world called caring, and the kind of melancholy when caring about one thing is called missing. Miss. Worry sometimes feels that missing is like a cup of tea with strong fragrance. Although you didn't taste it, its invisible power has pulled you into a dreamland full of fog. Then, your soul is occupied by a desire. What you want to see, what you want to do, and it will get stronger and stronger. This feeling is called caring. If missing is a blue pool, then caring is a boat that wants to sail and go with the flow. If missing is a cluster of flowers full of red roses, then caring is a butterfly struggling in it and refusing to escape. I used to care, so I want to say that the feeling of caring is very beautiful and ethereal, and you will never figure it out if it is not yours. However, in this feeling, I seem to be at a loss, like standing at a crossroads and forgetting the road I want to go. Go left? On the left is desert or oasis. Go right? On the right is heaven or hell. Do you really care? Turning a blind eye, I saw the flying map of my childhood. I snuggled up in grandpa's rocking chair, and grandpa was holding a book of Andersen's fairy tales and gently spitting out the dreamy words. I was intoxicated when the wind brushed my cheek. Grandpa's kind smile, flying silver hair and roaring sleeves. The chirping of sparrows, the stretching of willow branches and the smell of cordate telosma. However, he left, leaving infinite regret. In the days to come, those pictures will be played back, played slowly or fixed in my mind. Reminds me of infinite concern. Thought. Close my eyes, I seem to hear the voice of a bird calling for its mother, longing for being hugged and cared for. Then my eyes were moist, and I seemed to see the near future. When I am far away from home, will I scream like that in my dream, like a child? Tears ran helplessly down her face. Only in this way can I understand! Really worried. I think, I would rather cherish the present than let myself miss in sigh and melancholy and care in the fog of missing.

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