When anemones stretch out their soft tentacles from the back of hermit crabs, a beautiful flower blooms in the world. There is a beauty called mutual assistance.

My classmates told me that there is a beauty called mutual assistance. When a pen falls to the ground, someone will help me pick it up silently; When I hurt my knee running, there will always be a pair of hands to gently lift me up; When I am lost, watching the drizzle of dead leaves wandering under the buttonwood, there is always a voice that will help me find my lost smile. When I also helped pick up a book on the ground and extended my right hand to the injured classmate, I suddenly felt that there was a beautiful place in my heart. The students left the palm of their hands here, and every year, the flowers of mutual help bloom in an eternal spring.

Life tells me that there is a kind of beauty called mutual assistance. When beggars face a full money basin with tears of gratitude, when strangers hold up a clear sky for me in the wind and rain, when a hand in the middle of the road rescues me from death and sends me to smile gently, I suddenly feel the sunshine around me interwoven into bright strings, dialing out the most beautiful voice in the world. When I enthusiastically gave directions to strangers, offered a sumptuous lunch to stray kittens, and gave up a window seat to dying old people, I suddenly realized that mutual assistance was as light as dandelion, reflecting bright spring and conveying beauty everywhere.

The world tells me that there is a kind of beauty called mutual assistance. I can't forget the sweat and tears shed by the people of China on the African continent, and I can't forget the legitimate seat supported by African compatriots in the United Nations. How many volunteers wrote the declaration of love with the heroic life in Yushu; How many people have learned foreign languages for the World Expo and endured countless nights with the glory of the nation. Mutual help has never been weighty, but it is more solemn and touching than anything else. For example, a flower awakens a spring, and a help can also give birth to the warmth of the land of China. There is no reason, just because we live on the same planet.

The world is never short of miracles and beauty. When the sky is clear, when the leaves are tender, when the night falls in first frost, the fruits are ripe, the tea is overflowing, cherry blossoms, birds, clouds, neon lights, blue clouds and thunderbolts, we will pour out the fragrance in our hearts for every scenery. However, I still like the feeling of being in love, no matter how the sunny sunshine fascinates me like sweet wine. Mutual help has no shape. It may be just an unforgettable detail, or it may be just an instant goodwill smile. But like a white lotus blooming slowly in the dark, it suddenly cracked the fragrance of its heart inadvertently. Open a long-term freshness in the precipitated air, and bring a brighter and better love dawn in advance.

There is a beauty called mutual assistance. When smiles meet, my world freezes in spring.

I am full of sincerity, and you give me a smile in return, kneading it into a trace of emotion and rippling in your heart.

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Fertile land holds up tender life with powerful arms, and green and tender jade decorates this land with a stretched posture; The clear blue sky receives the soaring eagle with a broad mind, and the winged eagle spreads its wings to measure this sky; Lively streams are filled with fresh fish in Ming Che's mind, and lovely fish render clear streams with gorgeous dances.

Looking at everything in the world, we will always contribute a sincerity inadvertently, but there will always be a smile when we are unexpected. This is mutual assistance, a wonderful flower blooming between heaven and earth. A hundred flowers blossom, and it is in this warm spring that industrious bees dance among the flowers. Standing quietly in the ear of a flower, the slight flapping of wings awakened the sleeping flower. Flowers in the world are always so elegant and generous. They don't spare their pollen and give it to bees. The bees returned home happily, but they didn't notice that they had scattered some pollen on the road. When the sweet nectar is ripe, there is already a bunch of flowers smiling on the land where bees spread pollen.

This is mutual help and a sweet beauty.

In the alley, the old man who sells wonton doesn't turn off the lights at night. "La la la-"The crisp singing gradually reminds me of a little girl skipping towards the old man. "Big ye, don't you go home? Let's go back together. " "Okay, okay." The old man nodded kindly and took the girl's hand. In the faint but warm light, the little girl helped the old man push the car, and the old man held an orange lamp to light up the little girl's way home. Under the soft light, the old man touched the little girl's head and the little girl smiled sweetly.

This is mutual assistance and a sincere beauty.

Facing this empty blackboard, I hesitated. "What's the matter?" Friends are like timely rain around me. "I can never draw this flower well." "Let me help you!" Her innocent smile dispelled the doubts in my heart. "I can't write well on the blackboard. Can you help me too? " The friend said. We smiled at each other and broke the depression just now. This dark blackboard, after my writing and her decoration, suddenly became colorful and dazzling. However, on this day, we appreciate the beauty of friendship and the joy of mutual assistance.

This is mutual help, harvest a pure beauty.

I have a trace of sincerity, you give me a smile, melt into a bunch of green hair, lingering in my heart.

There is a kind of beauty, not gorgeous, not gorgeous, but sweet, sincere and pure, which is mutual assistance.