When I was a child, I didn't like to communicate with my father. My father's face is always pulled, which scares me. My father is an ordinary migrant worker, but he is very strict and pays close attention to my study. I seldom talk to him.
Day by day, when I grow up, I still don't talk to my father. After junior high school, he was stricter with me, and my father began to sigh.
I remember one time, I was cold and had a bad headache. Maybe my groan was too loud, which woke my father from his dream. In a daze, I felt a pair of warm arms around me. The next day, I woke up to find my father lying beside my bed. The wrinkles in the corner of my eyes hurt my heart, and tears fell quietly. Then dad woke up and I saw him smile. It's the first time I saw him smile at me like this.
Later, my father said to me: the child blames my father for being bad. I shouldn't pin my college dream on you. My father was in a bad time when he went to school. My father's fault is that he shouldn't have forced this dream to come true for me. After understanding all this, I said to my father easily: I won't let you down. I saw happiness on my father's face.
Communication is the witness and the root of happiness. We need to communicate in our life. Communication can make us grow.
Communication is the pillar of high-rise buildings. Without it, it is just a pile of scattered bricks. Communication is the guiding light of fire. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. I think communication is a bridge between two generations. With it, the estrangement will gradually fade away, and the heart of mutual understanding will eventually become harmonious.
It was a cloudy evening, my mother and I were sitting in the dim light, and the 75-point test paper was spread out in the corner, quietly waiting for the verdict. Mother was silent, and I dared not speak. This score is too low, and my mother will be angry. I thought to myself, no matter what she said in the future, I have to listen carefully.
Why did you get so low in the exam? Mom spoke. Originally rosy cheeks, there is no blood at this time. Her slender fingers kept banging on the table, making a rattling sound. That sound is like the bell of fate judgment, which makes me shudder. I kept my head down from beginning to end and listened without saying a word. Suddenly a harsh voice pierced my heart.
Do you still want to get into a good school with your current grades? This is a dream! Look at my colleague's child XX, who was not as good as you in the past, but this time he got the first place in the whole grade! What about you?
This sentence stung me like a sword. I stood up. Mom, I know I didn't do well in the exam, but why do you compare me with others every time? Do you know I care? Besides, I can't compare with them! With tears in my eyes, I slammed the door and hid in the hut. Mother slammed the door from outside. And I don't care at all, I just got into bed and let the wronged tears flow freely. I know I didn't do well in the exam and my mother was in a hurry, but she can't say that about me, can she? Compare me with others, regardless of my feelings, I will never talk to her again!
After a long time, when I wiped my tears and lost in thought, the sound outside gradually disappeared. I stared at the door and thought, I won't go out all night. Suddenly, there was a cable sound outside the door. I looked intently and saw a small piece of paper crawling through the door. After a while, the sound stopped and a small note hung in the door. I couldn't help but be curious. I stepped forward and opened it, but tears filled my eyes again and again. As if my mother's gentle voice echoed in my ear: Baby, it's my mother's fault this time. My mother shouldn't compare you with others and hurt you. But you don't know, I'm really anxious to see your grades, and I feel a little heavy when I'm anxious. Can you forgive mom? Baby, can you come out? We can sit down and talk calmly.
The door opened and mother stood outside. I can't help hugging her. At that moment, nothing needs to be said. We both know each other's hearts. Although tears are flowing, my heart is carefree. We sat back at the table again, but different from before, we analyzed the problems more calmly and communicated with each other.
That night, I also sent a small note back to my mother: Mom, thank you for your understanding. Please rest assured that I will study hard and won't worry you any more.
In fact, there is no problem in life that can't be solved, just whether we communicate or not. A closed heart is like a room without windows. You will always be in the dark. If you use communication and understanding to bridge the gap, you will surely usher in a bright sky.
Books are the ladder of human progress. To communicate with books is to talk with a knowledgeable person.
The development of human beings needs communication, the cooperation between animals needs communication, and the progress of society needs communication more. With the rapid development of today's society, information is constantly changing every day. Without communication, there would be no development of science and technology.
Once, when Confucius led his students around the world, a horse ran away and ate a farmer's crops. The farmer caught the horse.
Disciple Zi Gong was eloquent and volunteered to negotiate. As a result, Zigong talked for a long time and said a lot of good things. The farmer refused to return the horse, so Zi Gong had to come back despondently.
When Confucius saw this, he smiled and said: Lobbying for reasons that others can't understand is like offering high-level sacrifices to wild animals and pleasing birds with beautiful music. How can this work? So he sent the groom to beg for a horse.
The groom walked up to the farmer and said with a smile, man, you are not farming in the East China Sea, and I am not traveling in the West Sea. Now that we know each other, it's no big deal for my horse to eat your crops.
The farmer listened to the groom's words and looked at the farmer who was dressed the same as himself. He felt very kind and was very happy to return the horse to him.
There is a shop assistant who always talks with the clerk at the counter first and then goes to see the owner every time he goes to the customer's shop. One day, he came to this store, and the owner told him that he didn't need their products in the future. After the salesman left, the clerk at the counter said to the shopkeeper, this man is the only one in the shop who greets me. If there is anything worth doing, it should be him. The shopkeeper thought the salesman's words made sense and invited him out again.
Communicate with people sincerely, and you will benefit a lot.
The fertile soil of the soul needs watering, fertilization and communication. God cut off the communication between human beings and language and ended the construction of the tower of heaven, because people have no spiritual communication; If we build a bridge between our hearts, I think God can only do nothing, can't he?
Open the window of the soul, through the fragrance and warm sunshine of a flower, let us build a bridge of communication and walk into each other's hearts all the time. Create a warm and harmonious society.