My heart is waiting.

Father, that's what I've always called you. It seems that you and I are only related by blood, so far I have never been concerned by you. At least I thought so before primary school. However, you know, I am silently waiting for you to care about me, a little girl who has been living in a patriarchal family, waiting for your love.

-Introduction

I finally got through primary school, and I slowly embarked on the journey of junior high school, choosing a school with high tuition and a little fame. Although, I know that my family can't afford such a high tuition fee. This is a completely closed school. I am a voluntary boarding student and go home once a month. Because I'm running away, running away from this home I always thought there was no warmth. Then, parents are burdened with such heavy tuition that my father has to work overtime until the early hours of the morning every day. I have a dull pain in my heart, and I don't know if I am hurting my father.

After staying at school for a week, I was thinking about my parents. But I am reluctant to call home. In this way, week after week, I finally stayed up for a month and found that I really missed home, but I was stubborn and couldn't say the words "I miss home". You can go home at once, pack your schoolbag and make a phone call.

-Hello. Dad, I can go home after school. Can you pick me up?

Go home by yourself I want to work.

Father left only eight simple words and hung up. I was immediately disheartened, and all my previous thoughts and excitement disappeared without a trace. I have been away for a month. No one remembers me and no one misses me. Why should I torture myself so much? Ask for it?

I look a little depressed. But I always go back by bus. I dare not call my father again. As long as he talks to me and hangs up, I dare not call again. In my eyes, my father is tall and indifferent, with a poker face all day, unable to say any sweet words and smile, and perhaps there is no emotional change at all. At most, in some major events, my father's eyes will reveal a little panic, worry and tension.

At home, the narrow house became wide because it was empty. I walked to the room and passed the kitchen. When I heard the jingle in the kitchen, I knew my mother was cooking in it. I went up to pack my schoolbag, and when I came down, I found that I was ready to eat.

The dining table is full of food, which is obviously much richer than usual. Mother looked on coldly. I looked at the apron tied around my father's waist. What if my father cooked this meal himself? ! I find it incredible. I have never seen my father cook.

When I was eating, it was my father who kept picking up dishes for me. As usual, it was quiet and silent. I forgot my previous unhappiness. I like it. I like it.

I have been sick since I was a child, and I caught a cold in winter.

I feel groggy when I get up early, but I feel fine. I have to go to school when I die. As a result, the teacher found my abnormality. Give me a temperature probe, 40.5! The teacher called his father at once. I really want to stop the teacher, but I have no strength at all, and I dare not speak loudly. I fantasize about my father's indifference to myself and worry that he won't pick me up.

Father is here! With the help of my classmates, I walked to the school gate. I vaguely saw my father's figure. He was so tall. The loneliness that seeps into the heart bit by bit. After a long walk, I saw my father's face. I haven't seen him for a few days, and his face was full of sadness and emotion. There are hidden worries in my father's eyes, and my temples have already turned into silver. My father held my hand, and I felt the warmth of my father's hands with thick cocoons, and my heart trembled.

It turns out that my father is old, and my father loves me, too. ...

It turns out that my father has been expecting me to find his love for me … instead of waiting for his love …

Waiting, like a penguin ready to go before landing, silently diving just to draw a perfect take-off arc;

Waiting is like a flash in the pan before brewing, breaking the face of the season just to spit out a touch of fragrance under the brilliance;

Waiting is like hibernation before spring blossoms, enduring the cold wind only for the long grass warbler to fly all over the world in the coming year.

My heart is waiting-after the rain and fog, a rainbow-like smile crosses the blue sky!

Holding your breath, I can't help but think of the bruises after countless falls; After countless disappointments, I burst into tears; After countless failures, I feel depressed ... However, even if the tears of struggle are all over the battlefield of youth, I am still firm, holding a shield in my left hand and a sword in my right hand, waiting to win the title of the three armies in the next battle. Because I know that the sword must be honed thousands of times, and the fragrant plum blossom must withstand the cold storm ... I must go through many thorns, bumps and even hardships before I can mature and succeed. My heart is waiting, waiting for the infinity after the ups and downs of fate.

My heart is waiting-waiting for the opportunity to harvest after active preparation!

One spring, I planted the seeds of hope in the front yard ... The rain gave her natural nourishment, the strong wind taught her to exercise regularly, and the light forced her life to run organically. Nature has prepared the motivation for her to survive hard. She firmly seized every opportunity to absorb the rain, swinging her body tightly with the rhythm of the strong wind and carrying out photosynthesis in the direction of the sun. Finally, in an autumn, when watching others smile and count their rich fruits, she was already radiant. I used to be that little seed, didn't I? Now, I am working hard and moving forward bravely. I believe that after studying hard, I will definitely grasp the harvest season.

My heart is waiting-not greedily enjoying success, but being good at waiting!

Balzac once said, "Those who are good at waiting will come in time." Without Zhuge Liang's good at waiting, how did the North Three Gu Mao Lu come from? If Zhang is not good at waiting, how can he meet a wise gentleman in the rapidly changing political arena? Without Li Bai's good at waiting, how can there be the unrestrained feelings of freedom in his elegant poems?

Even if the tide rises and falls, flowers bloom and fall, my heart is still waiting, waiting for one day to face the sea and spring blossoms. ...

2. Argumentative essay

Some people say that waiting is as bitter as medicine, and I say waiting is as sweet as honey! Some people say waiting is ugly as a wolf, I say waiting is beautiful as a butterfly! Some people say that waiting is monotonous like water, and I say waiting is colorful like a rainbow! Because, I know that only those who learn to wait can capture the fleeting smile of the goddess of luck, and only those who learn to wait can feel the road of hope extending under their feet. ...

We ask heaven and earth, and find that the mystery of waiting exists in everything: snow-capped mountains, snow lotus who learned to wait endured the pain, resigned herself to it, and finally blossomed beautiful flowers; Hao Hao Sky, the Dapeng who learned to wait, calmly stood by and finally soared for nine days; However, under the clear sky, the young butterfly, who can't wait, is impetuous and impatient, sticking its tender body out of the pupa and finally has no chance to embrace the vast sky.

In heaven and earth, the wind is whispering: waiting needs to endure pain and calm down.

On the other hand, the long river of history is flowing with the wisdom of waiting. The pain of national subjugation and the humiliation of being captured haunted Gou Jian all the time. Firm confidence and iron will are Gou Jian's only capital. It is with this capital that Gou Jian waited for an opportunity to rise up and overthrow the state of Wu, waiting for the moment to turn over and get rid of humiliation, thus making him immortal! The hatred of defeat, besieged on all sides, is eroding Xiang Yu's soul all the time, making him disheartened. While waiting for the opportunity to rise, Jiangdong's friends refused to help him one by one, and the disappointed heart could not ignite the light of hope. At the moment of drawing the sword, Hope Avenue collapsed at the foot of Xiang Yu. Fat rabbit meat, talk about life, the dream of getting something for nothing is full of the farmer's heart, so the farmer waits by the big tree every day. However, his waiting is fruitless, because waiting without sweat is not real waiting, but laziness!

The long river of history is beating against the banks of the river, beating against the waves and echoing: waiting needs firm confidence, not being discouraged and not dreaming.

Ask yourself, when you are climbing a mountain, when you encounter a snowstorm, do you keep going when it clears up, or do you turn around and give up the challenge? When you are alone in the dark, will you wait for the light to re-enter your field of vision? Still fidgeting and tired? When you go deep into the jungle and are besieged by giants, do you wait for the opportunity to stab it in the heart, or just struggle and panic, and let the giants tie you more tightly?

Learn to wait, you will learn to seize hope and learn to find the way to success; Learn to wait, let the stars shine in the sky of the soul, let the flowers of wisdom be fragrant and bright, and let the ocean of life be boundless.

My heart is waiting!

Have you learned to wait?