What does it feel like to be close to each other in the senior high school entrance examination? A thousand people will have a thousand touching stories, in fact, it has only one taste: happiness!
Affection is when I am seriously ill, my father is guarding my anxiety at the bedside; Affection is when my father's temples are gray, and he is still working hard on the construction site for my future. As long as I pay attention, I will find that the taste of family is always around me.
My father has been in poor health, and the pain of chronic diseases such as heart disease has been bothering him, but I was careless when I was a child.
The snow in January is as white as jade Is it an angel sent by the Heavenly Palace or a jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given to the world by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering, gently Ying Ying, fell under the eaves for a while, fell on the branches for a while, and floated on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.
There are almost no people in the square, and the fitness equipment has been covered with snow, which is very quiet. Suddenly, a little laughter floated by. Do I hear voices? No, it's coming from afar again. I groped for it and found a happy figure on the smooth ice channel.
The smell of affection, it turned out that my father was teasing me. When I was a child, I always liked to play sledding in winter. Every time my father will take me to the square to meet my wishes, and every time I will turn around as I please. My father always drags me around, and I yell, "Come on, Dad, speed up!" " Father always answers happily: "OK!" . Like a simple and honest coachman I was flying on the ice track, and laughter filled the whole square. Suddenly there was a muffled sound. I suddenly heard bouts of severe coughing and wheezing. I thought my father had a cold. Maybe he didn't get over it, so he didn't think much, and he was still immersed in the joy of sliding the sledge.
The taste of affection is a casual detail. Now, I understand that my father's cough is not caused by a cold, but by fatigue when I pull a sled. The wheezing sound was not a cold, but my father had a heart attack. I didn't realize this at that time. I may not have seen my father secretly wipe his sweat or lie in bed after he came home. But now, I understand: my father's love for me, regardless of my health for my happiness, my father's love is silent, and my father never said that the taste of affection is so precious!
The smell of family often reminds me of my father's back pulling me on the sledge and my father's love for me. I have a sore throat, and my tears soon flow down. My father saw me, too. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see me, and said with a smile, "Dad-"Suddenly I saw the snow on my father's head and his vicissitudes of life. I seemed to see the expectation in my father's eyes and hoped that I would grow up. I stood up and walked into the snow with my father. I firmly believe that I will not let my father down and live up to his love for me!
The taste of family, it never leaves, it permeates every bit of your life, maybe you didn't find it, but it is there, no matter how long it takes, the taste of family will never change!
Full score composition 2 in the senior high school entrance examination is going back to school again. As before, my mother sent me here. I walked in front and my mother walked behind.
Although it is autumn, the sunshine is not warm, which is not much different from the scorching sun in July. I kept shouting hot, it was too hot, and my mother didn't say a word. On the road, there is no shadow of the car. I muttered, "Why hasn't the bus come yet?" Will it be too hot for drivers to hide and rest? Are you going to have a fight with me and not come? Is it? Oh, how boring! "
After waiting for a while, my mother suggested, "Go to the front. There may be a car ahead. " So, I walked forward, and my mother walked behind. "Mom, go home. It's too hot. I don't care. " I said to my mother. "Send you for a while. Don't worry! " Mom said. Now my mother and I are walking side by side, silent to each other.
A breeze blew and shook my mother's black hair. Vaguely, I seem to see something white mixed in my mother's hair. Watch it, it's white hair! I was shocked! For a long time, I didn't care about the traces that years would leave on my mother. I only know that my mother is my mother, and my mother will always be young!
I never thought that my mother in her thirties had white hair on her head! Look at the mother's face again, and it is clear that it has been wrinkled by the wind and frost of the years. Dead people are like this! My mother grows old day by day, and I grow up day by day. My mother silently put all her love on her children. I'm very happy, mom said. Of course she is happy to see her daughter grow taller and smarter every day.
I walked around with my mother, but no car came. Look at my mother. She is a little fat and has a hard time walking. She's already sweating. "Mom, go home, don't send it, I can go to school." I said, it looks sincere. "For a while to send you, for a while to the front. Look, my mother is very happy to send her daughter! " Mom said quietly, keep going. I don't want mother and daughter to remain silent like this. I never gossiped with my mother before, but now I take the initiative. My mother listened carefully to my performance at school and the interesting things that happened at school, as if she were in it, as infatuated and lovely as a child.
There was a big tree in front of me, and I stopped, and so did my mother. "Mom, you go home and don't send it again." I urged again and again. "Just send it for a while, anyway, I am out, and there is nothing at home!" Mother answered again and again. Happy as a child!
"DuDu." A car rang, my mother smiled, and I smiled, and the car finally came. When I got on the bus, my mother was still standing under the tree looking at me, just like red sorghum bathed in autumn wind. "Mom, go home quickly!" I said loudly to my mother.
"Remember, you must study hard!" My mother kept telling me. The car went farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the sight of mother. I know my mother must still be there watching, with a loving smile and happiness on her face.
Some people say, "there are two things in the world that are precious only after they are lost. One is youth and the other is time." In fact, you didn't know it was more valuable than that until you lost it. Paul. Kochakin once said: "Life is the most precious thing for people. It only gives us once. That's how people should spend their lives. When they look back on the past, they should not waste time and regret it, nor should they be ashamed of doing nothing. "
Sunshine and rain, birds and flowers, fair to everyone; Happiness, happiness, trouble
Harm, but it belongs to private ownership. Life is always good. It's not that I'm too sad, it's just that I
Not knowing life is not that happiness is too little, but that we don't know how to grasp it.
God gave me life, let me be born in this beautiful world, feel the care of my parents, enjoy the warmth of my family and accept the encouragement of my friends.
Some people say that life is a beautiful song, and gentle chords strike our happy hearts; Some people say that life is a light bird flying freely in the sky; Some people say that life is an iron drill. The more times you are beaten, the more sparks you can get. But life is also like a piece of glass. If you are not careful, it will fall apart. Looks so fragile.
An "SARS" caused thousands of people to die of this disease; A "tsunami" made the beautiful land full of corpses. Life is so fragile!
Spring goes and spring comes, and bloom comes again. Silent smile tells us that a beautiful life and persistent pursuit of life will not be zero because of the invasion of wind and rain, and will not be indifferent because of the passage of time!
A person's life can't always be smooth sailing. The road of life may be bumpy, and there may be stormy waves. But it also means "it's a long way to Xiu Yuan". It is precisely because of this that life is more real, vivid, full and meaningful.
Life is gorgeous and mysterious, although it is only a few decades. The beauty, tenacity and fragility of life are convincing, just as Zhang Xiaofeng said: "I can't help but be moved by the luxury, luxury and investment of life regardless of cost."
However, you don't know how to cherish what you have. Once you lose it, you know how to regret, lament and regret, but it's too late after all. Time flies, every stage and every detail of human beings is worth cherishing. Clap for the ordinary world and do some ordinary things in a down-to-earth way, so that life can be surpassed and eternal.
People, often like this, don't cherish what they get. Once they lose it, they know its value, but the water under the bridge can only "regret".
What is lost is precious, and what is come is not cherished. Have a life, seize the time, keep the fleeting days, and make up for the hurried time with effective use of time. There is only one life, and it is impossible to start again. Even at the end of my life, I will make it shine instantly!
Looking up at the sky and looking for that 45-degree love, everything my parents gave me was condensed in the sentence "Now is the most beautiful". -inscription
When I was a child, my parents were my support. I always like to sing nursery rhymes to my mother habitually that day, pestering her to ask, "Am I great?" Mother's tired face always tries to smile. My favorite is my mother's exaggerated and kind smile, the radian of which is 45 degrees. I know that my mother's smile was the most beautiful at that time.
I drew a flying bird with my little hand. My father always likes to pick me up and tell me to fly to the sky and become a free bird. The moment my father threw me up, I thought that if I didn't have small and powerful wings, I would fall, and I shivered. However, at the moment I fell down, he firmly grasped me. He said, "Dad is your pair of wings." But I didn't understand it at the time, so I drew a comparison. The radian that my father threw me up is an eternal number in my heart-45. I thought: at that time, my father's movements were not beautiful at all.
Year after year, the bird that once wanted to fly has begun to grow up, but it is becoming more and more indifferent to that family. I no longer tell my best stories to my mother, nor do I always smile like a child. Mom and dad have become a small part of my life, and home is just where I live.
I spend more time playing with my peers. We fly kites in Doby and often don't go home at night. Mother is always anxiously looking forward to it. You will be scolded when you get home. I didn't understand those accusations at that time, so I kept throwing down my schoolbag angrily, closing the door and crying in my room. In this way, the mother's blame gradually turned into "coax". She said, "Good boy, come out for dinner! I was wrong, okay? " At this point, I grinned like a winner. I remember the radian was 45 degrees. I think I was the most beautiful when I was complacent.
Time passed slowly, and I bid farewell to my innocent childhood. Mom and Dad became redundant products in my life, and I also ignored that affection. Mother's eyes are full of tears, but never shed them; Father often leaves quietly after a long silence. I think my father's silence is cowardice, and my mother's tolerance is affectation. In my eyes, my parents' manners are not beautiful at all.
I lost my way while growing up. I was depressed, so I shut myself in my room and cried quietly. I think no one in this world will care about me. I am a cat without happiness. It was almost dawn, and I rubbed my eyes, only to find that there was a quilt and a hot breakfast on the desk, and a note was attached: "Good boy, you can tell your mother anything sad in the future." My mother is willing to be your lifelong listener. " When I hold this note, my hands are shaking. I have a full love for all my parents' resentment before, and this love is 45 degrees. In an instant, my mother's most beautiful smile reappeared in my mind.
My parents' love dispelled the haze in my heart, and the sun scattered all over the floor, turning into pieces of happiness. I bent down to pick it up. It's at an angle of 45 degrees. At this moment, I remembered that sentence: "Now is the most beautiful!" "
It's particularly cold these days. Every time after school, my classmates will say cold, but I won't. The classmate asked, "Why aren't you cold?" I said, "Look, I'm wearing a cotton-padded coat, which my grandmother made for me. How beautiful you look. " Students are full of praise, saying that I have a good grandmother.
Because of my parents' work, I lived with my grandparents since I was a child and didn't come to my mother until I went to primary school. My grandparents live in the countryside, which is surrounded by mountains. I only remember that my grandfather raised many cows and went to the mountains to herd them every day. My grandmother sometimes takes me to see my grandfather. Grandma took me to the field to pull out seedlings in spring when the farm was busy, and took me to pick peanuts in autumn. Childhood is beautiful and happy. My mother always said that when I was young, my face was black and red and my body was fat. I am strong, but I am a complete country girl.
Every year after the holiday, my mother always lets me stay with my grandmother for two days, at most three days. Over time, I also got used to city life. Until last summer, my mother had to go to training and study. I was really uneasy at home alone, so I went back to my grandmother's house. Grandma is old, and cooking is no longer so neat. Grandpa has cerebral thrombosis and can hardly take care of himself. I thought it was quite new at first. I accompanied my grandfather for a walk in the mountains and helped my grandmother choose vegetables and cook, but after a long time, I got bored. I began to complain that grandma's place was not clean, there was no closed-circuit TV, there was no computer to play with, there was no McDonald's or KFC near grandma's house, and grandma's cooking was not delicious, so my grandfather and I were at odds. The more he asked me to read the newspaper to him, the less I gave it to him. Grandparents become cautious when they get along with me. Sometimes I am proud, but sometimes I sigh when I see my grandparents. One morning, grandma cooked a meal for me early. I deliberately refused to eat, saying, "I just want to eat hamburgers, chicken wings and French fries." If I don't, I won't eat them. " At noon, I still don't eat. I saw grandma shake her head and go out sighing. Before dinner, grandma hurried back from outside, holding a bag in her hand, sweating with joy, and called me, "Girl, come quickly. Grandma asked someone else to bring you your favorite KFC from the city. Eat it quickly, it's hot, or it will break." Although she was sweating profusely, grandma still had a smile on her face. Although I am eating my favorite hamburger in my mouth, there are still tears in my eyes. At that moment, I thoroughly understood what affection is, and understood the value, greatness and selflessness of affection.
My mother finished studying and wanted to take me home the next day. That night, I gave my grandmother a hundred stitches, and each stitch had a long thread, like her deep love for me. I said, "Grandma, you've run out of needles. I'll put them on for you." Grandma smiled with tears in her eyes.
This winter, I put on my grandma's cotton-padded clothes early and felt very warm.
Affection is like the colored thread I used to thread my grandma. Thin, long, need to savor, life without affection is not perfect. Everyone needs affection. Family ties are like cotton-padded clothes in winter, which cling to the body and warm our hearts.