In school and class, we can learn knowledge and know the truth. However, every step of life is a lesson. I will understand a lot with every step; Every step I take, I will know a lot about being a man. Want to know the story of my life journey? Then please listen to me-

One morning on the third day, cicadas kept chirping in the hot sun. Just as I kept complaining about the bad weather, the English teacher came into the classroom with piles of "nameless things". After the teacher's explanation, I realized that those were all materials sent by the school. After listening to the teacher's explanation, each of us got one. However, when I looked intently, there was an ugly scar on this paper. Why me? At this moment, I saw a blank sheet of paper on Chen Rong's desk in the back seat, and Chen Rong was not in the seat. Wow, God bless me.

In order to steal the paper successfully, I deliberately stared at it in my seat for about 1 minute. After I was sure that Chen Rong wouldn't be back in a short time, I switched places between two pieces of paper gently and quickly. However, my hands are shaking all the time. Why? Hey, whatever, put it in your hand first. Everything is as I expected, that is to say, I succeeded, but I am not happy at all, but feel empty. Am I really wrong? "Guilt" drove me to turn to look at Chen Rong. I saw her frown at first, but she soon recovered. At this time, her good friend came to comfort her. Rong Rui smiled and returned it to his friend ... I couldn't help blushing when I saw this. Look at that flawless little girl on the table. She seems to be laughing at my selfishness. In order to prove that I am not such a person, after class, I searched the classroom with that piece of paper and finally found the scar. After the two pieces of paper were returned to their original owners, scar seemed to say to me, "You are great, correct your mistakes and be a good boy!" " I smiled and said, "I will never be a selfish person again." At this time, the scar seems to have disappeared, leaving a flower of virtue.

"You can't just think of yourself, but also think of others at any time. If you do something wrong, you must correct it in time. " I will never forget this sentence.

At that moment, I understood love.

Love can melt the iceberg of the soul, dissolve the pain of illness and shake off the haze in the heart. The moment the bell rang, I understood love.

I remember when I was in primary school, my parents were very busy. During that time, my grandmother always took care of my daily life. Grandma is a very careful person, perhaps influenced by the old tradition, and especially takes care of people, not to mention her favorite granddaughter. Every time I get sick, I recover quickly under grandma's meticulous care, although I sometimes don't understand her "strict management".

Grandma made me sick and rest at home, never go out; I want to get enough sleep every day, and the idea of watching TV always fails, so I often blame her, but my grandmother can always find a good way to resolve differences: she knows that I love reading, so she will buy some books that I am interested in to relieve me, but only when I get well and look at her satisfied and triumphant expression will I know her good intentions.

I remember the winter vacation when I was six years old, and I was seriously ill. After being treated in the hospital, I went home to recuperate, and the heavy responsibility of rehabilitation was handed over to my grandmother. Grandma who came back from shopping one day mysteriously said that she would give me a gift, which would bless my recovery. You know, my grandmother has never been superstitious. I think this thing must be very good! I saw my grandmother take out a string of small bells from her pocket that could be tied on her wrist. She helped me put it on with satisfaction and said, "This thing is good and can bless you." I didn't think much about the origin of the clock. Maybe my grandmother gave me a heartfelt blessing. What puzzles me is that every time my grandmother sees the bell on my wrist, she will show a mysterious smile. Based on my understanding of my grandmother, there was something fishy in it, so curiosity aroused my curiosity, and I made up my mind to find out.

Until that day ... I woke up from a nap because of thirst, and my grandmother fell asleep at my bedside. I looked at my grandmother carefully and found that she had lost a lot of weight and her face was full of fatigue. Because of overwork, her expression at rest looked unnatural. After a hard day's work, grandma's old stomach trouble recurred. Wait for me to take my medicine on time, and then eat it myself. Grandma seldom rests for fear of waking her up. I sat up gently, ready to get out of bed and pour water. But just as I lifted the bed, the bell on my wrist rang "Ding", which was so clear and loud during my nap. Grandma suddenly sat up as if she were ready, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, remember?"

"I want to drink water. I'm a little thirsty." At this point, my mind is a mess.

Don't move, I'll pour it for you. Say that finish, lift the quilt for me and turn around to pour water. Seeing her thin back, I couldn't help crying. At the moment when the bell rang, I finally understood the function of this little thing and grandma's good intentions. This crisp voice is full of grandma's words and exhortations, conveying her deep love for me that can't be expressed, which makes me warm and moved. Unconsciously, I suddenly have a feeling of growing up. After I finished drinking water, my grandmother fell asleep at my bedside again, her face flushed with happiness.

When I lie in bed, I always think of the bell just now, as if the most beautiful melody in the world echoed in my ears. ...