Dale Carnegie said: "There is only one simple way to really hate others, and that is to give full play to their strengths."
In The Heart of Tolerance, Andrew Matthews said such an inspiring sentence: "One foot squashes the violet, but it leaves the fragrance on that heel, which is forgiveness."
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Hugo of France once lamented: "The ocean is the widest in the world, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky." In the ancient East, there is a simple proverb passed down from generation to generation: "A prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach." The romance of French people collided with the reality of China people, and people found that tolerance transcended the boundaries of country, language, race and civilization.
The mind is wider than the sky, what can't be tolerated in a big belly that can hold boats? Conspiracy, suffering, ugliness, filth, filth … everything can be tolerated, everything can be tolerated. A few whispers and casual collisions are enough to break out a "war." At this time, we will glare at each other and give each other little shoes, thinking that the enemy is in front of us. We are angry that others have made mistakes, and it should be ourselves who have made mistakes. I hate each other and hope that they will disappear from this world forever. As a result, I was at a loss and exhausted. The best way to hate your opponent is not to swallow him, but to absorb his strengths and turn them into your own calcium. ...
Many people don't understand tolerance. Some people think that tolerance is cowardice and timidity. Some people think that tolerance is a quality, a sentiment and a virtue. For tolerant people, tolerance is a virtue; For those who are tolerated, tolerance is an invisible punishment When you regard those who tolerate you as cowards, then you are the most hateful sinner in the world. Because, instead of thanking the person who tolerated you, you misunderstood him. If parents and teachers love you the most, then tolerance is the greatest person in the world. Tolerance is not equal to patience. "forbearance" means forbearance and depression. It will break out one day. Tolerance is a gentleman's concession, but it is magnanimous indifference. ...
Tolerance is a ray of sunshine in life. Without tolerance, the world will become dark. It is brighter and warmer than the morning sunshine in early spring. It shines on the earth and changes people's temperament. When one day, you really learn to be tolerant. You have reached the peak of quality. Because, you have to tolerate others' crowding out, abuse and even framing, you know, the real power is to make the enemy panic. You know, cynicism can cool your "hot compress" head, and bad environment can make the roses in the desert bloom more beautifully. ...
This ray of sunshine, very weak and small, will be destroyed by dark clouds if you are not careful. However, someone always waved away the dark clouds overhead and made them evergreen. ...
Motherly love is tolerant. The sky is extremely dark. He stood alone on the bridge, his eyes glazed over. The cold wind cut him like handfuls of extremely sharp knives, and also cut off all his expressions. In addition to melancholy, the loneliness at night made him even more sad.
On this sunny day, he helped his "mother" who was over 500 to walk in the garden. He always wears a pair of sunglasses during the day because he hates sunshine and colors. The violets in the garden are the catalyst for boredom in his eyes.
They sat down on a bench among the flowers. "Mom" picked a blooming violet, put it in her palm, rubbed it with wrinkled hands, threw it away, then put her hand close to his nose and smiled and let her smell it.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath. It smells good, but it doesn't match my mood at all, mom.
He looked at the front with glassy eyes, and his eyes were even more melancholy.
The child, a blooming violet, was ruthlessly killed by me, but he was not full of hatred, but left a fragrance on my hand. Why? He looked at his mother doubtfully, and her mother smiled and said, "It's because of tolerance. Although God doesn't pay attention to you, you can attract his attention by changing your face and try to make him make other compensation for you. "
"He suddenly enlighted.
My mother's tolerance makes me more honest. One day, the little girl and her mother went shopping.
"Mom, how do you pronounce this word?" A puzzled little girl pointed to the word "tolerance" in the street advertisement and asked, "These two words are pronounced" tolerance "",and her mother replied.
"Oh, but what is tolerance?" The little girl still don't give up, continued.
"Er ... tolerance is ..." Mother couldn't find the right words to express it at the moment. Just as they were about to cross the road, they saw a terrible picture: a cyclist went to work because he was driving too fast and hit a little boy who ran across the road.
The man quickly lifted the little boy up and apologized to his mother.
After the mother checked the little boy's injury, the locked brow suddenly loosened, and she quickly said; "It's all right, young man, you go to work ..." "This is tolerance" Mother blurted out, as if remembering something.
The little girl nodded in confusion ... As she grew older, her understanding of tolerance became richer and richer, so she decided to be a tolerant person.
Therefore, when someone accidentally bumps into her and tells her that she is sorry, she will laugh it off and let it go; When others hurt her because of misunderstanding, she will show her amazing tolerance and endurance to that person-not fighting back, but acting-clearing others' misunderstanding of herself with action ... Have you guessed who this little girl is? Yes, that's me. Tolerance makes me happy and makes me many friends. The word tolerance will always be with me.
An essay about a mother forgiving her son 800 words Everyone has a teacher at home, that is, parents.
My parents taught me integrity, kindness, tolerance and understanding, and also taught me many principles of being a man.
Once, a little guest came to my house, and I had a good time with him.
The little guest was curious about my toy bird, because he knew it was fun, and his hand slipped and he broke it.
I was shocked, tears came out, I cried, he was very nervous, and I ran into the toilet.
My parents came and called me into the room.
Father said, "don't cry, he is a guest."
"Mom said," when this happened, he was very uncomfortable. You can't stop playing with him because of such a trivial matter.
"I cried," He broke my favorite toy bird.
I like toy birds very much.
Mother comforted: "Never mind, mother will buy you another one, but you have to forgive him."
"At this point, he had run downstairs, and I went to the balcony and shouted to him," Don't be sad, I forgive you! "He soon disappeared from my sight.
The next day, he came to see me again: "Sorry, I ..." I said: "Never mind!" So, we dragged our hands again.
Tolerance is a beautiful seed, and my parents are in my heart.
Tomorrow, it will grow into the most beautiful flower in my life to repay my dearest parents.
This is a true story about maternal love and tolerance.
This is a poor family.
No sooner had my son entered primary school than my father died.
The girls helped each other and gently sent their father away with a pile of loess.
The mother did not remarry, but took pains to pull her son.
At that time, there was no electricity in the village My son reads aloud and draws pictures under the oil lamp every night. My mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes.
Day after day, year after year, when the awards were hung on two colorful walls, my son grew up like bamboo in spring.
Looking at his son who is half a head taller than himself, the wrinkles in his eyes are full of smiles.
The trees all over the mountains are in autumn, and my son was admitted to the county key no.1 middle school.
My mother suffers from severe rheumatism, so she can't do farm work, and sometimes she doesn't even have enough to eat.
At that time, in No.1 Middle School, students took 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month.
Knowing that his mother couldn't figure it out, the son said, "Mom, I want to quit school and help you with farm work.
"The mother touched her son's head and said sadly," You have this heart, and she is really happy, but you have to study.
Don't worry, your mother will have a way to support you when she gives birth.
You go to school to register first, and I'll deliver rice later.
"The son stubbornly said no, the mother said no, but the son still saidno. The mother waved a rough slap and actually hit her in the face. This was the first time that a 16-year-old son was beaten ... The son finally went to school, watching him go away, and the mother was silently meditating.
Not long after, a late mother arrived in the dining hall of County No.1 Middle School. She limped into the door and panted heavily as she unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulder.
Master Xiong, who is responsible for the registration of the palm scale, opened the bag and grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it. He frowned and said, "Your parents always like to take advantage of small things.
Look, there are early rice, middle rice, late rice and polished rice. It's like treating our canteen as a rice barrel.
"Mother blushed and even said she was sorry.
Master Xiong accepted it without saying anything.
Mother took out a small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan, which is my son's living expenses this month. Please give it to him.
"Master Xiong took it and shook it, and the coins jingled inside.
He joked, "What, you sell tea eggs in the street?" Mother's face turned red again. She stammered thanks and limped away.
At the beginning of another month, my mother came into the canteen with a bag of rice.
Master Xiong opened the bag to see the rice as usual, his brow furrowed, and it was still mottled rice.
He wondered if he didn't make it clear to his mother last time, so he slowly said to her, "We will accept any rice.
But the varieties should be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise they will not be cooked and the cooked rice will be raw.
Next time, I will not accept it.
"My mother asked with some trepidation," Master, my meal is like this. What should I do? "Master Xiong asked with a smile," Can you grow 100 kinds of rice on an acre of land in your home? That's interesting.
Mother didn't answer, and Master Xiong ignored him. "。
At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again. Master Xiong flew into a rage when he saw rice. In an almost irrational tone, he angrily scolded, "Hey, how can you be stubborn when I say you are a mother?" Why is it still mixed rice? You, how did you recite it today, or how did you recite it! "Mom seems to have anticipated. She knelt down in front of Master Xiong. Two lines of tears welled up along the sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth. I begged for this rice ... Begging! "Master Xiong was surprised, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a spindle shape ... Mother wiped a handful of tears and said, "I have difficulty walking in the late stage of rheumatism, let alone farming."
My son is sensible and wants to drop out of school to help. I slapped him to school ... When I said this, I explained to Master Xiong that I had been keeping secrets from the villagers and was even more afraid that my son would hurt his self-esteem. "。
Every day at dawn, she quietly went to beg in the village more than ten miles away with empty rice bags and sticks, and then sneaked into the village after dark.
She collected the rice she wanted and sent it to school at the beginning of the month ... My mother kept talking, and Master Xiong was already in tears.
He lifted his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'll tell the headmaster at once to let the school donate money to your family.
"Mother shook her hand in panic and said," No, no, if my son knew that his mother was begging for his education, it would ruin his self-esteem.
Affect his poor study.
I appreciate the kindness of my host, please keep it a secret for me, remember! "Mother limped along.
The headmaster finally learned about it and quietly reduced his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of poor students.
Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627.
On the day of seeing the graduates off, the county No.1 middle school was noisy with gongs and drums, and the principal specially invited the mother's son to the podium. I've been wondering all my life: how did you invite me to the stage when several students got high marks? What is even more surprising is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage.
At this point, Master Xiong came to the stage and told the story of a mother begging for food for her children. The audience was silent.
The headmaster pointed to three snakeskin bags and said emotionally, "This is the three bags of rice that my mother got in the story. This is the food that money cannot buy in the world.
Please welcome this great mother to the stage.
"The son looked back doubtfully and saw Master Xiong holding his mother and walking to the stage step by step.
We don't know what our son was thinking at that moment, and I believe that the shock to him is no less than the stormy waves.
As a result, the warmest family scene in the world was staged. Mother and son looked at each other. Mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered on her forehead. The son pounced on her and hugged her, crying and saying, "Mom, my mother ..."
My mother forgave me for not writing a composition. What makes you regain your confidence again and again? It's maternal love.
Who grew up with you? It's mom.
-Inscription When I got home, I pushed open the door, gently sat in the chair and stared at the paper bag with tears in my eyes.
"Yao moves, what's the matter? What's the matter? " As soon as my mother saw it, she immediately ran over and asked me with concern.
"Mom, mom ..." I whispered intermittently, for fear of being criticized by my mother. "Mom, I, I, er ... I only got 88.5 in math and 86 in science this time ..." I looked at my mother carefully.
"ah? ! How did you do so badly in the exam! Did others do well in the exam? " Mom's words came at me like bullets. "How did you get more than 80 points?" "Well, yes, yes ... I was careless this time ..." I almost cried.
"This is not because you are careless, this is an excuse! Forget it, I didn't do well this time, but I will do better next time. " Mom's words made a 180 degree turn.
"Let bygones be bygones, just as a wake-up call for you.
I was extremely surprised and said excitedly, "mom, thank you for giving me this opportunity." I will definitely work hard in the future. I will never do so badly in the exam again! " "I believe you, don't do this again!" With that, my mother took out the book from my schoolbag. "Look for your mistakes!" "I quickly sat down, flipped through the book and found out my wrong question. ......
That time, my mother forgave me. "Dong total how to write a word! Dong! "These voices, intertwined in my ear, refused to leave for a long time, and the creator of the voice is the son of Aunt Liu upstairs-naughty and strong.
Anger immediately welled up in my heart, and I was just about to go up and give my advice! Then I remembered that my mother taught me to be tolerant.
Aunt Liu, the neighbor, is a naughty little boy who has a special liking for all kinds of sports activities, which bothers our downstairs residents.
Zhuang Zhuang plays basketball, plays football and runs upstairs for a while ... Because of this, the banging noise upstairs never stops, which has a great impact on our normal life.
And impatient, I have been worried about this matter.
On this day, I just took out my exercise book and was about to do my homework when the disgusting noise upstairs rang on time.
I was furious and very angry. I took the megaphone at home angrily and came to the door of Zhuangzhuang's house with revenge. I turned on the loudspeaker and shouted, "Wang Zhuangzhuang, come out!" I want you to experience the destructive power of noise! " I laughed to myself: Wang Zhuangzhuang, dare not come out to face my noise this time! My reverie was broken by the sound of slamming the door! A fat man of five big and three thick came out and exchanged curses with me fiercely.
Perhaps because of the loud noise, my mother who was cooking in the kitchen quarreled.
"Abortion, what are you doing?" Mom glared at me and said softly.
"He annoys me by making noise every day. I am teaching him a lesson! " I answered unfairly that I kicked Wangzhuang's leg.
At this time, my mother stopped me severely: "Moon, we are neighbors and should be friends. It is normal for neighbors to have some interruptions. How can a tolerant person haggle over every trifle? " "But," I was wronged, "he bothered me with his homework.
"My mother took the strong hand and said," In fact, strong is also very good. She often cleans the corridor for us and delivers milk and newspapers to all of us ... "I was shocked after listening to my mother's words, because I often see these things, but I turn a blind eye."
Since then, I have never called Zhuang Zhuang.
Through this incident, my mother taught me to be tolerant, not just to look at the shortcomings of others, but to turn a blind eye to some bright spots.
I will always remember the tolerance my mother taught me and carry it forward.
Tolerance composition of adolescent parents 600 words Tolerance composition of adolescent parents 600 words Tolerance is a virtue of being a human being. A tolerant person is good at making up for others' mistakes, tolerating others' shortcomings and showing a kind of personality charm.
Tolerance is a bridge of understanding and communication.
If you don't know how to tolerate and keep people away, you can maintain a sense of pride, but you will often be isolated and passive.
Tolerance is not to be a good person without principles, but to grasp the scale. Forgiving a friend with mistakes and forgiving a friend's mistakes are two different things.
Tolerance is a kind of sincerity, not just a gesture or a form. Tolerance requires a kind of cultivation and courage.
Tolerance comes from Jiankang's psychology and lofty pursuit.
If you regret your setbacks all day, you can't see hope and dawn in everything. Such a person can't be tolerant if he wants to be tolerant.
If you succeed, you will be cocky and enjoy it, you will be alienated from others, you will lose the limit of being competitive and lose the fun of being a man.
The more tolerant people are, the more harmonious they are. When we tolerate others, we treat ourselves well.
Tolerance is not only a kind of mind, a kind of generosity, but also a kind of wisdom.
Only by learning to be tolerant can we maintain an open-minded attitude, be fearless in times of crisis, and be calm in times of chaos.
Those who long for others to forgive themselves must first learn to forgive others.
Tolerance is a kind of wealth.
With tolerance, you will have a kind and sincere heart.
This is undoubtedly a fortune, it will appreciate with time, it will turn the spirit into matter, it is a green light, it will help us to work and live unimpeded.
The greatest virtue of life is tolerance, just like the sea, it can bear whether it is rough or calm; Just like the sky, whether it is thunder and lightning or the clear sky in Wan Li, it always takes it easy.
Some people say that tolerance is cowardice, others say that tolerance has no personality, but I want to say that tolerance is love, love yourself and love others.
It is human nature to make mistakes.
Neglect is like a railing, which stands on people's way forward. Everyone should use enough strength to cross the railing and move on.
Tolerance is to give others an opportunity to learn from the past, get back on their feet and face life.
Tolerance is a skill in life. If we are tolerant, our life will be better.
Tolerance of others, we will get a sincere respect, an encouragement, an appreciation, a deep love.
"The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son" has always been a great mother.
From birth to now, we have been surrounded by maternal love. Mother feeds us with sweet milk, selflessly gives herself, tolerates us.
It has no discontinuity of time and no gap of space, and it haunts us like air.
Take Tangshan earthquake as an example. The mother who bit her finger and replaced milk with blood did not hesitate to pay her own life in order to prolong her child's life! Take the newspaper of the other day as an example. A mother donated her kidney just to save her daughter. At the same time, I was worried that my obesity would affect my surgery. I kept running every day and lost 30 pounds in just ten days.
Love to the extreme is enough to shock the world! Let God cry! Motherly love has no specific content.
When learning English with Yaya, my mother's eyes always followed us and tried her best to give the best.
Concerned about our growth, I hope we can succeed at an early date.
Motherly love is neither poor nor cheap.
No matter the children are senior officials, nobles or poor people, they all care with the most sincere love, without a trace of disgust and complaint, without a trace of concern.
Acura mother, all beautiful words are pale and superficial, let us appreciate it carefully and be grateful!
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