Love is all around us. Speaking of "love", we are no strangers. Home is full of love, society is full of love, relatives give us love, friends give us love, teachers give us love. Love is everywhere.
In the morning, we entered the school gate and began to enjoy the teacher's selfless love.
As soon as I opened the door of the classroom, the first thing I saw was the Chinese teacher correcting homework.
I sat in my seat, pouting, staring at a topic, gesticulating on the paper with my hand holding a pen, and my mind was blank and clueless. Seeing that other students are immersed in their studies, I am already very anxious. Finally, I made up my mind to ask the teacher again.
I walked up to the teacher carefully and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, how do you write this question?" The teacher looked at the question and took a pen to explain it to me.
"Look, this article." The teacher told me earnestly. With the sound, I looked at the book full of circles drawn by the teacher with rapt attention. With the teacher's detailed description, the article appeared before my eyes like a scroll. "Do you understand?" The teacher looked at me and asked. "I have a little idea, but." I shook my head. "Shout." The teacher breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Then let's do it again."
After three patient explanations by the teacher, I finally understood the problem.
I slowly looked up and saw a few white hairs on the teacher's sideburns and several wrinkles on his forehead. I can't help but feel a shock. When the teacher first took over our class, it was shown in my mind like a video.
She is still the same, but she has beautiful black hair, glittering and translucent skin and bright eyes.
Now, now ... I can't help feeling guilty
We grew up under the selfless love of our teachers. When we grow up, I will pass on my love to everyone around us.
Love is around. Motherly love is not as thought-provoking as fatherly love. Nor will it be as unforgettable as teacher's love; But she also has a bright side. Every mother moistens our hearts with their love, and they teach us the truth of being a man. Perhaps the mother's painstaking efforts are nothing to the child, but in her heart, they are the most precious and rare. When we get excellent grades, mother's smile is the best reward, but you can easily find that there are traces of years on her smiling face.
In my memory, my mother is great and selfless. She would rather hurt herself than let me get a little hurt; I'd rather eat and dress myself than let me eat and wear warm clothes. My mother gave herself selflessly to me without asking for anything in return or gratitude. As long as I can grow up healthily. One thing has always been fresh in my memory.
It was raining cats and dogs outside that day, and the wind was biting. My mother and I hurried out of the house after dinner-because I was going to cram school. My mother attaches great importance to my study, and it will never stop whether it rains or blows. The battery car is running fast on the spacious road, and the rain keeps flowing from the poncho to my mother's legs, clothes and eyes, and her clothes are almost soaked. I tried to persuade my mother to ride slowly, but I remembered what my mother always said to me, "it's better to go late than early." It's embarrassing to let the teacher wait for you alone at night, so the teacher will keep his mouth shut if he has a bad impression on you. " I hugged my mother tightly, trying to give her some warmth. But suddenly, the battery car rolled over, and my head hit the ground heavily, leaving me in tears. My mother rushed over and asked me, "What's the matter? Where does it hurt? Did you touch anything? Is it serious? " I was asked a series of questions by my mother and didn't know how to answer them. The face that moved me quickly said, "Nothing. Mom, how are you? " Mother said disapprovingly, "Nothing." But my mother is duplicitous. Obviously, the scar on her leg has been melted, blood has flowed from her leg and her pants have been cut. Mom quickly picked up the battery car and continued to send me to make up lessons. I hugged my mother from behind, and tears came down unwillingly. When I came to the cram school, my mother saw me crying like a big cat. Laughed and wiped away my tears and said, "Good boy! Do not cry. Mom is fine. Have a good class and don't be distracted! " I nodded. Now that I think about it, my eyes are red and wet. I don't know when tears will fall, so touch them and taste their sweetness. That is the smell of happiness, my mother's deep love for me, and my love for my mother.
Motherly love is an idyllic poem, long and quiet; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate. I love you, mom.
Love is around. Where is love? Love includes fatherly love, maternal love, teacher love, friendship and so on, all of which are true. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that love is around us.
Teachers and classmates comfort you if you don't do well in the exam; If you don't win the first place in the competition, teachers and classmates encourage you to work hard next time; When running, everyone shouts for you and cheers for you ... this is all the love around us.
In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is the teacher's love. Recalling that day, the teacher praised me three times in class. Later, the teacher gave us homework. When I was writing my homework, the teacher pointed to my forehead and touched it gently, saying, "What happened to your head?" I looked at the teacher and said, "Nothing." "Then why do you have such a big bag on your head?" I said, "I don't know." I asked my classmate after class, and she said I really had a big bag on my forehead.
I think: how careful the teacher is, how can her meticulous care and love for us be insignificant? I have a bag on my head. I don't even know when it hit me. The teacher saw it at once, and even my parents didn't know what was going on. You said, isn't this teacher's love?
Teacher's praise is love, teacher's criticism is love, teacher's encouragement is love, teacher's concern is love ... teachers have kind love and severe love. It is no exaggeration to say that teacher love is great, selfless and dedicated.
Studying and living in school every day, as long as you observe with your heart, you will find yourself full of love.
Love is around. what is love ? Love is an invisible thing, which makes people feel warm and melts the frozen heart. Where is love? I think it might be around us.
A year ago in winter, the north wind roared like a wild animal. On my way home, I enjoyed the world wrapped in white. "Goo-goo-"My stomach unconsciously sang "Empty City Plan", so I went to a steamed stuffed bun shop not far away.
The proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop was wrinkled and looked exhausted, but she received me warmly. I bought a steamed stuffed bun with my only 1 yuan, thinking of going home to blow the air conditioner as soon as I got it, but I just took a few steps. I fell "the dog chewed the mud", and the steamed stuffed bun in my hand flew into the soil like a pound with wings. I was wearing a "black robe" and my stomach screamed again. I looked at the steamed stuffed bun and couldn't help crying.
Seeing this, the proprietress threw down the towel in her hand and rushed out without wearing a coat. She gently lifted me up, shook off the dust and said kindly, "It just snowed and the road was slippery. You can't be so careless next time. " I don't know when my aunt has stuffed a hot steamed stuffed bun into my hand. "Eat, son."
Tears welled up in my eyes with excitement. I took a bite of steaming steamed buns, and a warm current came to my mind. My aunt watched me finish the steamed stuffed bun with relish and returned to her steamed stuffed bun shop with a smile. Looking at my aunt's figure drifting away, her short and slightly hunched figure stands tall in my heart. I thought: Isn't this the love between people?
From then on, every time my mother asked me to buy steamed buns, I would patronize that aunt's shop. The shop is not big, but once you go in, your heart will be warm.
Love can actually be a steaming steamed stuffed bun, an encouraging word, a positive look ... love is actually around us.