Love is a joyful song, which permeates our hearts. Love is a trickle that moistens our hearts; Love is a cup of hot tea that warms our hearts.
Love is looking back suddenly, looking at the long river of time, how many memories and how many joys come to mind.
When I was a child, love was my mother's hand.
Always so warm, give me meticulous care.
I remember that every time I crossed the road, my hand held my little hand tightly and walked slowly to the opposite side.
Now that I have grown up, my tender hands are getting stronger and stronger, bigger than my mother's.
But my mother is still used to holding my hand with warm hands and taking me forward.
Inadvertently, I saw your old hair dyed white.
And those hands, though still warm as ever, have become rough and soft.
I never pay attention to my mother's hands.
In my childhood impression, my mother was always young.
But when you haven't noticed the years, he has quietly arrived and brought vicissitudes to your mother's hand.
In the process of my happy growth, it was these hands that gave me the silent love and care I was used to.
But I never knew.
Maternal love, after the baptism of time, will only become more and more great.
Be older, love is the encouragement of friends.
Once I failed to run for class cadre, I was very depressed, because I had worked hard and wanted this position very much, but I still failed.
At this time, who accompanied me after school, constantly encouraged me and rekindled my fighting spirit? It is you, my friend.
After playing basketball, I was injured and admitted to the hospital.
Watching the weather getting hotter and hotter, the calendar turned from page to page, and I knew that the final exam was coming.
But I can't go back to school at this time, ready to sprint.
I am very anxious, and the white ceiling in front of me seems to be a blank answer sheet.
But you showed up, my friend, and you helped me again.
Every day, I take the handout test paper issued by my teacher and tell me important knowledge points.
Looking at your figure, I understand that this is friendship.
Now, love is the teacher's teaching.
After I recovered, I went back to school, and the teacher specially made up lessons for me.
But I failed the exam.
Ruthless red left a mark on the test paper, and my confidence collapsed.
Teacher, you talked to me several times to make me confident.
And leave encouraging words at the bottom of homework correction.
Touched to the bottom of my heart: this unspeakable love can be explained by several actions and lines.
Looking back on this period of time, I saw love.
Mom's hand, friends' encouragement and teachers' instruction are all in every movement and detail.
For you, mom, friends, teachers, I will go forward bravely, cut through difficulties and win success.
And these are all in return for your love.
A person who is good at giving will be rewarded. How much you pay, how much you get. A hard-working person will certainly get more than others, and the return is nothing more than that.
Among the celebrities we know, some are teenagers, some are late bloomers, and some are smooth sailing. In fact, looking back on their success, we can say that these successes are the rewards of their efforts.
Liu Xiang, a legendary figure in track and field, was originally an unknown athlete, but in an Olympic Games, he broke the world record of 1 10 meter hurdles with a time of 12'88 seconds. This made him famous overnight! As a yellow race, he created a miracle in the track and field history of the yellow race!
This achievement is the reward of his persistent efforts. In the usual training, Liu Xiang worked very hard, without any child's play. He sweated several times more than others every day, but never said a word of hard work. I have tasted this kind of bitterness and know the difficulty of grinding my teeth under fatigue. I admire him very much. He and I are both athletes, but I am far less diligent than him. He is an example for me to learn from. Without extraordinary efforts, there will be no extraordinary returns. The championship he won was a reward for his usual efforts.
Air crash, what a chilling term! However, it is broadcast on the news almost every week. I'm afraid, but not everyone can escape. 7。 There was a survivor in the Ningxia air crash. He is scarred, only 14 years old. How did he face such a blow?
20xx years later, a world skiing competition was held in ski resorts in northern Europe and Norway. On that day, China's five-star red flag was raised in Ran Ran, and a ski champion was born! He is the survivor of the air crash-Wang Jiapeng!
We can imagine the difficulties he encountered after the air crash: paraplegia, mobility difficulties, helplessness, loneliness and desolation … but he managed to overcome all these. If your feet can't walk, use your hands; In order to compete abroad, the smallpox edition was covered with words ... In the face of difficulties, he did not give up and integrated his beliefs into life. In the end, he won, and his extraordinary efforts made him get extraordinary returns. He is the perfect winner! He created a bright future with his own blood and sweat, which is the reward of giving and winning. He is the pride of China people.
There are always difficulties and trauma in life, which is the stage we must go through. Please believe that as long as you keep working hard and paying, the reward will not disappoint those who work hard. No pay, no return, and return always favors those who dare to pay!
Composition 3 on the topic of regression: regression is happy! Some people say: the reward is old wine, intoxicating; Some people say: regression is a plant in Lan Zhi, which is full of fragrance; Others said: the reward is a cup of fragrant tea, sweet and moist. I said: Reward is happiness. With a grateful heart, your life will be as dazzling as the stars in the night sky. During the summer vacation, I repaid my mother's love with practical actions.
On X, X, X, my cousin came to my house to play. My cousin and I naturally had a good time. But after my cousin left, I found my mother squatting on the ground and wiping the stains on the floor with a rag. Her face is covered with a thin layer of sweat and fog, and she beats her waist from time to time. At this time, I found that my mother's sideburns had a few strands of silver. Shocked, I went up to her mother and said, "Mom,"
I first brought a rag and wiped it on the floor again and again, but the stain on the floor seemed to bully me, but refused to recede. I looked out of the window helplessly, but I saw the sinister smile of the sun. Sweat flowed from my head into my clothes. It itches to death! Itching gets on my nerves. I secretly began to complain, why I promised my mother that I could do it well, but I still didn't want to give up because of face. I picked up the rag again and impatiently wiped the stubborn and naughty stains on the floor. At this time, my eyes hurt and sweat dripped into my eyes. I really don't want to do it. My mother came up to me and said, "Come and have a rest, son. Don't wipe it. Mom will wipe it later. " My mother's words are exactly what I want, but the thought of my mother's caring eyes when I was injured; Mother's comforting eyes when I am sad; When I failed, my mother's encouraging eyes, my mother paid so much for me, shouldn't I repay this priceless maternal love? I regained my confidence, smiled confidently at my mother and said, "I have always been a flower in the greenhouse, and you have always taken care of me." This time, you can enjoy it once. Let me do the housework for you! "
I first dropped a drop of detergent on the floor, then took a rag and squatted on the floor, holding the floor with my left hand, clutching the rag with my right hand and wiping it hard on the floor. Oh, my God, it worked. Like a general who won the battle, I suddenly became more confident and strode into the whole floor. I was flattered to get rid of the dirt. Finally, I mopped the floor again. The floor suddenly took on a new look, as if it would shine!
I confidently called my mother and "showed off" my "work" to her. My mother smiled with relief and said to me, "Son, you have really grown up." Her smile is as pure and beautiful as a lotus flower.
The reward is happy! I was intoxicated by maternal love and mother's care, and I also returned to my mother. I seem to see my own growth, and the "happiness index" in my heart suddenly rose to the peak, and there was an upsurge in my heart.
Love is a joyful song, which permeates our hearts; Love is a trickle that moistens our hearts; Love is a cup of hot tea that warms our hearts.
Love is looking back suddenly, looking at the long river of time, how many memories and how many joys come to mind.
When I was a child, love was my mother's hand.
Always so warm, give me meticulous care.
I remember that every time I crossed the road, my hand held my little hand tightly and walked slowly to the opposite side.
Now that I have grown up, my tender hands are getting stronger and stronger, bigger than my mother's.
But my mother is still used to holding my hand with warm hands and taking me forward.
Inadvertently, I saw your old hair dyed white.
And those hands, though still warm as ever, have become rough and soft.
I never pay attention to my mother's hands.
In my childhood impression, my mother was always young.
But when you haven't noticed the years, he has quietly arrived and brought vicissitudes to your mother's hand.
In the process of my happy growth, it was these hands that gave me the silent love and care I was used to.
But I never knew.
Maternal love, after the baptism of time, will only become more and more great.
Be older, love is the encouragement of friends.
Once I failed to run for class cadre, I was very depressed, because I had worked hard and wanted this position very much, but I still failed.
At this time, who accompanied me after school, constantly encouraged me and rekindled my fighting spirit? It is you, my friend.
After playing basketball, I was injured and admitted to the hospital.
Watching the weather getting hotter and hotter, the calendar turned from page to page, and I knew that the final exam was coming.
But I can't go back to school at this time, ready to sprint.
I am very anxious, and the white ceiling in front of me seems to be a blank answer sheet.
But you showed up, my friend, and you helped me again.
Every day, I take the handout test paper issued by my teacher and tell me important knowledge points.
Looking at your figure, I understand that this is friendship.
Now, love is the teacher's teaching.
After I recovered, I went back to school, and the teacher specially made up lessons for me.
But I failed the exam.
Ruthless red left a mark on the test paper, and my confidence collapsed.
Teacher, you talked to me several times to make me confident.
And leave encouraging words at the bottom of homework correction.
Touched to the bottom of my heart: this unspeakable love can be explained by several actions and lines.
Looking back on this period of time, I saw love.
Mom's hand, friends' encouragement and teachers' instruction are all in every movement and detail.
For you, mom, friends, teachers, I will go forward bravely, cut through difficulties and win success.
And these are all in return for your love.
There is no such thing as a free lunch. The world will definitely make us lose something if we get something. The meaning of life is that you get more benefits with less cost.
Throughout the 5,000-year history of China, how many people with lofty ideals have sacrificed themselves for social stability and national stability.
Zhaojun, a weak woman, shouldered the stability of the Han Dynasty for decades with her weak woman's shoulders. "There is no town and no camp for three thousand miles" and "rain and snow in the desert". Who is struggling to walk? Whose grave is Alakazam and whose grass is green? It was Zhao Jun who bought decades of peace between Han Dynasty and Xiongnu with his own happiness.
Zhao Jun, history will never forget that it was you who eliminated the war and maintained the peace with the happiness of your life.
Some people are immortal, like Zhao Jun; Some people are immortal, because they don't understand that they can sacrifice themselves for social peace.
Qin Gui, a traitor, was spurned by people all over the world. He fought against different factions and framed Zhongliang for his own self-interest. Being a courtier is not loyal to the king and doing things for the country, but doing bad things and losing all conscience. What can such a traitor get? Name? Lee? What's the use of these things being born or not? The world left him only contempt, abuse and endless flogging! This is the price for all his bad things!
Life in Qin Gui is meaningless. He didn't do his duty as a man and a minister. He doesn't understand that life should be exchanged for great benefits to society at a small price.
Although there are scum like Qin Gui in history, there are still many people with great love in life.
Who is it, standing on the ruins like a pillar, constantly bundling, sacrificing his loved ones and getting people's lives? Who staged a sad relay on a snowy night, at the cost of his family's life, in exchange for a happy New Year for migrant workers? Who is it, going in and out in the sea of fire, at the expense of his own life, in exchange for the safety of his children? Who rode a horse to the grassland, practiced medicine to save people, and spent forty years in exchange for the health of the grassland people?
Yes, it's brothers, Tan Wengxu, and Mamba on the grassland ... They bought more people's peace at the cost of self-sacrifice. The world will not forget them, nor will history forget them. Their names will shine in people's hearts forever.
The wheel of history is rolling forward. Let us remember those who sacrificed themselves for the happiness of others and even social stability. Let's pay tribute to them with actions!
The grass keeps growing hard in order to repay the sunshine and rain, and the breeze and soil give it everything. It brings a new green to this gray world. Flowers are blooming desperately, desperately, in order to repay everything that sunshine, rain and dew, breeze and soil have given them. It brings colorful colors to this gray world. Every child and adult, in order to repay their parents, relatives and benefactors, work harder, study hard and struggle. ...
I don't know anything. What should I do? What should I do? Wandering around here in confusion ...
I grew up under the care of adults, so in my eyes at that time, these were all things I should have. Until now, I suddenly understand that all this, I should not be selfish possession, I still need to return! So, I slowly began to change. ...
Chinese, mathematics, English, biology, history, geography ... academic performance will always be the first in the province. Basketball, street dance, piano, violin ... all-round development after class, I am superior in all aspects. In a short period of one year, I have everything that a 13-year-old girl should not have. My father is also going to pass on the company to me when I 16 years old. Perhaps, other daughters or young masters will flatly refuse, but I still accept it. Perhaps, my youth will be less, my happy life will be less, and my freedom will be less, but this is not important. Enough to repay them. I have lost too much, and I don't want to lose them, too. Therefore, I will only be gentle and affectionate at home. Because I love them, I want to repay their love for me in all aspects.
1 year-old I have grown up slowly. 14 years old, has started to share some of his father's business. Many people laugh at me for being stupid and start to tie myself down so early. But they don't know how ashamed I am of them!
Seven years ago, I was willful, naughty and bad-tempered, but they paid silently for me without complaint! Now, seven years later, I have understood my duty-return! Therefore, I made myself excellent and made them proud, but at the same time I lost the opportunity to be my true self and lost my original direction.
Then, before I completely fall into the dark seal, please let me say to you again: Dad, Mom, I love you!
I am willing to give everything for you! My heart has come back to you, do you feel it?
Haha's laughter ...
I was just about to start my junior high school life when my father died of illness and our family was immersed in pain. In order to treat my father, my mother spent years of savings. As soon as school starts, I will bring more than 500 yuan, including tuition, books and meals. I feel very uncomfortable, don't want to go to school, and help my mother at home. But my mother said she didn't agree with anything, so she borrowed it and collected money. How can I repay my mother for being so kind to me?
When I came to school, although the lights here were red and green, they didn't give me strong stimulation. On the contrary, there is a strong impulse inside. Life is almost indifferent, but I can't be weak in study. I must be the best. A semester has passed, and I haven't bought a penny of snacks or a new dress. In the eyes of my classmates, I look so shabby and pitiful. But there are many things to grind. After a semester of hard work, I won the first place in my class and the first place in my grade in the final exam. Achievement in study has changed the way students cook. Although I don't have any money, I feel very gratified, because I have made a sincere return for my mother's efforts.
Isn't it? In order to reduce the burden on my family, I try to find opportunities for work-study programs. I sold breakfast in the school cafeteria, worked as a porter, and now I run running water at school. Whenever I rush back to the classroom from the canteen, whenever I run around in the hot sun with a heavy box on my back, I really don't want to do this anymore. However, considering my mother's difficulty in learning from me, I can only grit my teeth and stick to it.
There are many contradictions between what I do and my study. I am always late for class when I sell breakfast. I work as a porter during lunch break. Every day, I always feel sleepy and tired. Whenever the dead of night, I lie in bed alone, always crying secretly. I endured all this, and I sacrificed my spare time to make up for the losses caused by my work. I clearly realize that I must spend more time studying than ordinary people, and I must make up for what I have lost and live up to my mother's expectations. It is under this powerful spiritual pillar that we finally passed the most difficult period and achieved good results.
Although I still live a poor life, I feel very happy, because through my own efforts, I share my troubles, bear my troubles and return a newspaper. I hope to be admitted to the county key middle school, and I think my mother will be very happy then. How I wish I could see mom's smiling face. Because of the hardships of life, I seldom see my mother happy. I sympathize with her, but I can only repay her with excellent academic performance.
Homecoming essay 8 Look at the clouds and clouds in the sky, and see the flowers bloom and fall before the court; Birds play and butterflies dance.
These countless creatures have been dedicated to nature. ...
You see, the clouds on that day were all floating and carefree.
But it knows how to repay. When it leaves the blue sky, it will cry sadly. Tears can water rice fields and moisten lawns. This is its sincere return.
In the autumn wind, birds flapped their wings and flew away in droves.
The leaves on the tree withered, fell into the soil and turned into spring mud, creating a more touching spring for the coming year.
This is the sincere return of fallen leaves.
White snow fell from the sky, like an elf rushing to the embrace of the earth, rewarding the beautiful years. ...
Time goes by, four seasons alternate, and spring comes to Qiu Lai. Everything goes back to nature and harmony.
This is the secret of nature's eternal vitality, which is the guarantee of endless life!
That's the way it is, people understand better! It snowed in August, and a woman was crying in the wind, playing the endless lovesickness of pipa. This is Zhao Jun's choice. For the long-term stability of the two countries, she chose to leave with a homing heart.
Qu Yuan devoted himself to the Miluo River, showing the society with his life and repaying the motherland with his life.
"Historical Records" is written as "the words are well-written, the sound is warm-blooded", which is a gift from bitter experience to Sima Qian; The symphony of destiny and hero, a masterpiece after hearing loss, is the reward of Beethoven's bumpy life.
Wan Dexiao came first, and lawyer Tian donated kidneys to his mother who was suffering from uremia in the late stage, which extended her life and interpreted the story of a filial son.
This is the reward for family affection when enjoying the warmth of family affection.
Hong Zhanhui, a college student, has won high praise from all walks of life for taking on the heavy responsibility of serving his father with intermittent mental illness and raising his unrelated little sister with tender shoulders under very difficult family conditions.
This is the real pay, is the real return.
Although the ways of return are different, they all explain the value of life.
We leave behind many emotions and ideas-only in return can life glow with brilliance and charm.
Thousands of emotions are sprouting at the tip of the pen. Heroes and great men left us spiritual wealth, parents left us the grace of nurturing, teachers left us knowledge, and friends left us care and help.
Our life is full of touching and surprises again and again, which will be deeply buried in our hearts and arouse our returns.
Reward is the key to our life. However, there is only one life. If we are given a second life, I believe we will choose to repay others and society!
There is a saying in the ancient book Disciples Rules: "If you want to repay kindness, forget it;": Complain short and repay long. " .
"This emphasis is to repay those who are good to themselves.
Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son" means to repay China's proverb "A drop of water rewards a spring", which means to double the reward. The legend of "the crow feeds back" tells us that some animals in nature still know how to repay kindness.
But in social life, things that don't want to return and don't know how to return happen from time to time.
If I were a bird, I would remember the nest when I was born. If I were a sapling, I would never forget to nourish my land. If I were a river, the snowy plateau would be a brand in my memory. If ... no matter what I am, no matter what I am, I can forget everything around me and even abandon myself, but one thing is indelible-that is, reward.
Of course, I have to repay my parents first, because they raised me, but when I grow up, they only give me material needs, which is why I took a detour, so I have to repay those who saved me-my teachers, friends and classmates.
Why do I study? Because I want to repay.
I wouldn't be who I am today without my teacher's persuasion again and again. I wouldn't be who I am today if I didn't have friends to explain it to me again and again. I wouldn't be who I am today without the encouragement from my classmates again and again.
I represent you, and I will be you.
I watched my friends work hard, work hard, work hard. How can I not work hard? Only in this way can I be worthy of my heart and the world, because a drop of water is rewarded by a spring, and everything in the world knows its return, and I am no exception.
Even if I still fail after trying, I have no regrets, because you gave me my rebirth. If you hadn't saved me, I would have lost the meaning of life.
I can't imagine how boring it is to live in my old world, which is very different from the present world.
Therefore, you gave me my glory, my path and my success.
Everything about me is what you feel. I am like a creator, and you are the creators, so what I want to do is not just thank you, but return.
I will not repay you with money or honor, because you are a symbol of purity and sacredness, so I will repay you with actions and repay your expectations with my repeated successes.
Reward is sublimated into a kind of responsibility. He asks people to help people turn the tide in times of crisis and teach people with benefits in times of peace. This is the true meaning of reward!
The composition 10 about returning to the topic passed quietly, such as in the blink of an eye, a lot of time passed in an instant. Each of us has just come to this world and has become a resident who has lived in this world for a long time. The innocence and loveliness of childhood turned into the confidence and maturity of teenagers. We are from ignorant to sensible, from immature to tenacious, and our parents are from prime of life to old and weak. Time used our childhood to make wrinkles for our parents.
Looking at the cherry trees at home, I can't help but think of that interesting and exciting past. That summer, I was six years old. Cherry trees at home are covered with branches and leaves, and big red cherries are full. The cherry tree in the hot sun is our favorite place. It's cool under the cherry tree, and all the livestock and birds enjoy the cool under it. "In hot summer, you should eat cherries and tell stories in the cool air." Dad looked at me hopefully and said, "Go up the tree and pick cherries!" " "I was a little overwhelmed. My father used to pick cherries on the tree alone. I was a little scared when I looked under the tree and felt that I couldn't do it. But later, I compromised. When I climbed the cherry tree successfully, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. I quickly picked the cherries nearby and put them in a bowl, ready for a bigger challenge.
Cherry near the canopy is the sweetest, but I need to climb the wall to pick it. But standing on this wall with a width of only about 25 cm, I will still be afraid. My parents' encouragement gave me courage and strength when I climbed the wall with a little anxiety. I successfully picked the cherry and tasted it with my parents. ...
I still remember my parents severely reprimanding me because I didn't know how to share, because I didn't know how to cherish food. These memories are unforgettable. It is these painful experiences and brave attempts that have made me willing to share, scrimp and save, and dare to try. It was my parents who gave me the opportunity to hone, which made me brilliant now.
However, now, people who can hone us are old. When we grow up, can we still remember those wonderful memories of childhood? None of us know, maybe one day, we will all change, but don't forget those who have honed you. They corrected your mistakes and put you on the road to success.
Time is always so naughty, which makes us grow up and make our parents aging, but memory is a solid gold box. My parents have exercised me for a long time, so please remember that you should know how to repay those who love you, and don't forget the hardships and efforts of your parents, learn to fight hard and build your own bright future.