On the road of our growth, there will always be difficulties waiting for us. Only after suffering can we really grow. When we can't get through, my mother will say to me: persistence is victory, son. When we hear this, we will move on.
One morning, at first light, I ate the last bowl of rice and went to school. When crossing the road, I suddenly felt a pain coming from behind. At that time, I fell directly. I got up and told them that no matter who did it, their hands were pointing at another person. I was probably so angry that I ran over and slapped him twice. Maybe he doesn't believe it.
On the way to school, I looked at him with hatred, and he looked at me. I didn't want to look at him, so I turned my head and looked in the other direction.
When I got to school, my friends came over and said, forget it. I was really angry, so I yelled at them and said, no, it's not over.
I didn't talk or play with him for several days, and my friend came to persuade me to say, "Forget it. It's over anyway. My friend saw me indifferent and left, and that's what I thought in my heart. Am I wrong? " I said, "No, it's not my fault, it's his fault. My friends call me every day. Forget it, forget it. That's what I think in my heart. What should I do if I think so! "
Hi, I haven't talked to him for several days, and I feel really uncomfortable. My friends tell me every day that this is a friend's game. Why are you doing this? My friends, as soon as they see me, will talk endlessly. What, isn't this a trivial matter? As for this?
I asked myself at that time, forget it, forget it, or make up with him. I told my friend, "Call him, and I forgave him. My friends were so happy that they ran out laughing. After a while, they brought him here. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and I looked at him. " He came up to me and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I said, it's my fault I should tolerate one. " I said: Am I really wrong? I found that happy time again, and I was really happy. Since then, I have paid more and more attention to my friends.
A person's life is not only the "call" of his relatives, but also my kind and handsome friends.
Since the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, building a harmonious society has become the most concerned and talked about topic. Around this issue, there are different opinions with only one purpose, that is, how to make the society more harmonious, the people happier and the country more prosperous.
How can we make the society more harmonious in today's society? In the face of the decline of social moral level and the concept of honor and disgrace, and the reality that some people attach too much importance to material interests and wealth, especially the disadvantaged groups and the weak in society, how can we make everyone feel harmonious not only in life, but also in spirit and psychology? The author believes that we must vigorously cultivate social compassion and establish a wide range of empathy and compassion between people.
As we all know, sympathy is a sincere subconscious expression of feelings. As a caring person, after sincere sympathy, he will often take some concrete actions to give material or spiritual and moral support, support and help to the sympathizers.
Compassion is not pity, although pity is also a sincere expression of feelings, but pity always seems to contain a little sense of humiliation for the "poor." Therefore, if we sympathize with someone or something, people will not feel sad. If we sympathize with a person, the poor person will feel a little sad.
Advocating sympathy, so that everyone has compassion, can harmonize the relationship between people. If a society wants to maintain harmony, people must have compassion, between the strong and the weak, between the strong and the weak, and between the weak and the weak. Generally speaking, between the strong and the weak, the strong is a sympathizer and the weak is a sympathizer. Actually, it is not. The strong and the weak are sympathizers and sympathizers, but the probability of being sympathized by the strong may be smaller, and the probability of being sympathized by the weak may be greater. The strong get sympathy mainly in spirit, while the weak often get sympathy in material things. If a complementary sympathy mechanism can be established between the two, then the society will be much more harmonious. If we can establish a good sympathy mechanism between the strong and the weak, we can reduce a lot of frictions and contradictions, make the relationship between people more harmonious and the society more harmonious.
Judging from the actual situation, sympathy has been gradually lost in many people, whether for the strong or the weak or the strong, including between the strong and the weak, between the weak and the weak, there is a lack of sympathy. The strong have no sympathy for the living environment, living conditions and quality of life of the weak, so they only care about their own interests and their own money; The weak are extremely disgusted with the material of the strong, and when the strong have changes and problems, they often show a schadenfreude mentality. Between the strong and the weak, and between the weak and the weak.
No compassion, not only in adults, children are influenced by social atmosphere and adult education, but also show terrible lack of compassion. I feel insensitive and dismissive of my classmates, teachers, the weak in society and all kinds of sympathetic things that have happened in society.
No sympathy, but also in the work of organs, in the attitude towards the masses, in dealing with social affairs, in dealing with comrades from grass-roots units and enterprises, in dealing with problems reflected by the masses, in petitioning the masses, in urban demolition, land requisition, living arrangements for the masses, urban management and so on. , involving the interests of the masses, a serious lack of sympathy and goodwill.
Due to the lack of sympathy, people lack communication and understanding, and social conflicts are prone to occur. If everyone can sincerely express sympathy and have real sympathy, then people can establish a sincere feeling that they can rely on, rely on and help.
In order to build a harmonious society, we need to establish a sympathy mechanism to express our feelings sincerely. Through the establishment of sympathy mechanism, society will be full of love and affection.
I am a seed, and the spring breeze wakes me up. I began to work hard to take root and sprout. It's really scary to think about the treatment of being buried deep in the ice and snow for months. It was really disappointing and painful. At that time, I hoped that spring would come soon. Only when spring comes will I get out of the predicament and rekindle the lamp of hope. Now, my hope has come true. Shouldn't I cherish it?
The spring rain moistened me. No matter what plants grow, they need water, and spring rain is our dew. In the intermittent spring rain, I suck and grow. Under the care of the spring rain, I am carefree and relaxed. Our plants are all growing well.
Spring warms me. In spring, I feel particularly comfortable and my personality becomes cheerful. At this time, I really feel that spring is so bright, so brilliant and so warm. Recalling the dark days buried deep underground in the cold winter, it will be creepy to talk about it. Look at the fact that there is no water and no sunshine now. Really like a fairy.
But how much love an inch of grass has is three times!
Call topic composition 4 Your cheeks gradually become clear in the dream, your real temperature gradually becomes clear in the dream, the nursery rhymes you sing in the dream every night, and the tears you shed in the dream. ...
Everything revolves around me; Everything really hurts me; "Daughter!" A cordial call in a dream, two lines of tears can't rely on themselves; "Mom" has a deep call in her dream, as if it had been centuries. In my dream, I snuggled in your arms, you kissed my cheek and called my birth name over and over again ... I smiled and you smiled.
However, this is all a dream after all. I'm awake. Facing the cold reality, I close my eyes and want to return to your warm arms. However, there was only darkness in front of me, and everything I did was in vain. The night eroded me mercilessly, and it laughed at my ignorance.
I held myself tightly until dawn. I have been thinking about those nights when you left me as a baby, how you endured the pain, how I missed your daughter in my bad karma, and cried silently in the dark alone, hoping that another great mother would replace you and fill this blank maternal love.
"How did you wake up so early?" The voice was so soft that I slowly raised my head and looked into her eyes. "Mom, I want to hug you!" Obviously, I caught the surprise on her face, and then she smiled gently, opened her arms and hugged me gently. I contentedly rubbed my head in my mother's arms and smiled contentedly like a child who got candy.
At this moment, my heart is so soft and every air molecule is full of happiness!
"Daughter, mom misses you!" "Daughter, let your mother hug you!" The call in the dream gradually rings in my ears, and there is a sweet and bitter taste in my heart.
"Mom!" I whispered as if I were talking in my sleep, but I knew it clearly enough. I slowly raised my face and stared at her for a long time until I forgot myself. You in the dream and her in front of you gradually became clear, and you smiled gently at me; You in the dream and her in front of you slowly merge into a warm embrace in front of you. I really hope I can indulge in this for a long time, even if I drown.
I want to catch the fading call in my dream, but I can only let it go mercilessly. I was gloomy, and two crystal tears gently fell on her rough palm and rolled back and forth.
She was startled and touched my head gently: "Ying, what's the matter?" She looked down at the "pearl" that had not receded from her palm and held it firmly in her hand.
My head shook like a rattle, calling "Mom" over and over again.
We were all silent, hugging each other and thinking about our own worries. You have adopted me since I was born. /kloc-for 0/7 years, you have taken care of me, treating me as your own, even surpassing yourself. I remember that cold morning when you prepared a hot meal and sent me to school early. I remember that snowy winter night when you were waiting to meet me at the door of the classroom. I remember the fairy tale you told me in nonstandard Mandarin. I remembered the doll you always bought for me by working two jobs in outdated clothes. ...
"Mom!" I call you affectionately. Mom, mom, thank you for giving me these two great motherly love. It is enough to have kinship maintained by blood and affection maintained by true feelings!
The call in the dream is getting clearer and clearer, and my heart tells me that I am very happy!
If life is a song, the call of the soul is its main theme. Because of it, the song will be wonderful. Call is its width, it is always happy and optimistic. It awakens the fallen soul and guides the lost direction. Call is its note, beating in our hearts, ding-dong! Write the glory of life, calling is its main theme, and let life shine forever.
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the time is staggered. We seize every minute with our inner call. But I have never forgotten the famous sentence of the La Roosevelt brothers: "If you are idle, you will laugh at the long wind and the evening pavilion." This is the call of the heart, from the heart. Call for life, call for the greatness of love. When we are depressed, we will hold our heads high and sing Li Bai's "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! , spin one thousand silver, all back! "What an optimistic and open-minded life.
At the moment when the sun shines on the earth, I love my inner call, I love ideals, I love freedom, and I will use my efforts to complete my hopes. Let everyone be full of hope and confidence. Calling notes float in the air, in the wind, in the ocean, in the forest, in the desert, in the wasteland, when it snows, when it is sunny, when it rains, when it is gloomy and depressed. Perhaps, we are full of gratitude to nature. I also left traces of human beings in nature. But we still love nature with the passion of gratitude. We live in harmony with nature and build a harmonious society under the inner call. Our life is no longer lonely and lonely. But rich in color. At this time, we will smile.
I once fantasized that I would become a towering tree in nature, and my inner call surged. With a towering posture, the world is tortuous, touching the clouds with stretched branches and kissing the rainbow with tender leaves. I want to grow up on Malone Mountain, face life with a smile and face it optimistically. I want to be a butterfly. Before breaking the cocoon, I firmly chose the sunshine and flew to the beautiful garden with golden wings. I would like to be a river, quietly leaning against the earth, sometimes flowing into nine bends and eighteen bends, trying the feeling of thousands of miles, and finally pouring into the sea. The call of the soul will be gratified at this point, and I will truly understand what is a call and what is a wonderful life.
The call of the soul is like the sunshine suddenly sprinkled on the earth, like the breeze touching the warmth of the forest, like the passion of the waves lapping on the coast. With the rushing of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, the voice is getting louder and louder. Call, free. Smile. Sprinkle your bright smile to every corner of the world, and I believe that your life will produce beautiful flowers. The main theme of life will be played more touching.
With the call of my heart, I would like to listen to the wisdom of the ancients in the quiet ink!
With the call of my heart, I would like to see the greatness of human nature in black and white!
Call topic composition 6 Look at that grave, full of flowers, how beautiful you are, all over the mountains, do you still feel lonely? -inscription
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I ran to my grandpa with a big bouquet of fresh lilacs in my arms early in the morning. "Grandpa, do you have a good time in another world? Do you hear your granddaughter calling you every day? "
Lilacs are still in full bloom, love, because they once existed-"haha, now that my granddaughter has grown up, she will be good to me." We are also women, and we can speak our minds. Do you envy her? " Grandpa can only say "yes", and his eyes always don't feel like looking at me. His eyes were full of tenderness and anxiety, and he seemed eager to ask, "Is this really the case?" And I always laugh and don't answer.
Grandpa, actually you don't have to worry, because I love you and grandma more. I am willing to tell you anything in my heart. When I am happy, I will tell you my happiness. When I am sad, I will tell you my grievances. When I am angry and unhappy, you always put a bunch of lilacs in front of my eyes and say with a smile, "Look, my dear granddaughter, lilacs are so beautiful. If you are unhappy, lilacs will laugh at you! " I smiled. Grandpa has always been my listener. I am very happy with him. When I was a child, I felt that Grandpa's smile only bloomed for me. He is very serious about others, including his children and my brother. Only when he is with me will he smile brightly.
When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle up in my grandfather's arms. He told me a story and I listened quietly. He told me jokes and we laughed together. ...
After grandpa retired, he stayed at home and planted many of his favorite flowers-lilacs in the yard. He took care of them carefully, as if grandpa's joys and sorrows were linked with these little flowers. Grandpa likes to take care of these little flowers with me, and we also named them, this "flower of happiness", that "flower of protection" and another ... As for why, only I know.
When I am old, my grandfather will no longer hug me. I will hold hands and talk about my life and my ideals. Grandpa told me his life experience and argued about the difference between his research and mine.
Happy times are always short, and I can't help crying when I think back to the past. On the day grandpa died, lilacs also fell in pots. Flowers, are you also crying for Grandpa's "leaving without saying goodbye"?
Holding lilacs in his hand, he stood in front of grandpa's grave, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. The pot of lilacs in front of my grandfather's grave is so blooming and beautiful. "Grandpa, you must be very happy in that world!" "I stood at my grandfather's grave for a long time, letting the wind blow my hair. ...
I looked up at the sky, wiped my tears, smiled and shouted at the sky: "Grandpa, you must be happy!" " "