In the years of 1, black hair flowed, the wind spread the message of love, and the black hair was dyed white bit by bit.
Under the eaves, the sun shining through the cracks makes the black hair very black and bright. That black hair is very long, standing in the wind, smiling gently, looking at the short hair jumping not far away, full of happy laughter.
Under the eaves at night, long hair sewed a schoolbag belt for short hair. Because the book is very heavy, long hair is afraid that the schoolbag can't bear it, so she sewed a little love on the schoolbag.
In the morning, Short Hair set out with this stronger schoolbag on his back. Under the eaves, the short hair kissed the long hair, and the tip of the long hair touched the tip of the short hair, emitting a quiet fragrance.
In the evening, Short Hair came back with his schoolbag on his back. Long hair quietly waiting under the eaves, watching short hair go home, smiled.
After dinner, under the eaves, I wash my long hair and short hair, and my short hair is covered with bubbles, playing in the yard. Wash the foam off the long hair with clear water, gently rub the ears and eyes of the short hair with your hands, and then gently wipe the head with a towel.
In the moonlight, washed short hair looks black and bright, just like long hair. On National Day, long hair touched short hair and said, "Children will grow up, just like their mothers.".
When I grow up, I have short hair and long hair, and long hair sews schoolbags for short hair, hoping to bear more weight. After short hair left, it was endless thoughts and worries about long hair. Time goes by little by little, long hair is still waiting quietly, waiting for the return of short hair.
Under the eaves, long short hair came back to visit long hair, only to see a little smile of long hair, but long hair is no longer black and shiny.
In the evening, still under the eaves, long hair is no longer black and bright. Long hair shampoos long hair, which turns white as foam. In the moonlight, long hair presents a silver luster. The wind, blowing gently, raises wisps of white hair, conveys a little love, and makes short hair longer and darker.
Year after year, everyone in the world is snowing, and everyone has their own concealment and light. But I can't. I can't help but let the world be covered with shallow eaves, blocking the wind and rain and blocking the scorching sun.
Hours, after dinner, you always tell me such and such things, thinking about my future. I can always hear such and such words. Think about what each sentence means. You told me what Li Bai said with a smile. The road ahead is snowing heavily, just like "It's hard to walk when you see Can Cong Road" several times. At the same time, the leaves turn yellow, and the ravines on the earth are getting deeper and deeper inadvertently. By the time you pay attention, the outline of the gully has already taken shape on your face.
Today you are still telling me the way of the future. On your face, it is the story of the old city and the new buds in spring. You will teach me many details, just like giving someone a rose, but the rose I want to give to others is not for others, but for you. You once smiled, and the breeze smoothed the lake; You laugh and trees sprout. Smile is like the vitality of late autumn and early winter, and like a mature dandelion, it flies away mercilessly. You gradually stopped smiling at me, and I was at a loss. I really want to dissect myself and give you all the parts that belong to the smile.
You stopped telling me what Li Bai said with a straight face and turned and walked into the small world of the kitchen. I want to give you a smile so that you can smell the fragrance of weeds. Under this small eaves, I can see the charming smile of looking back, let spring invade the heart of winter, and let a hundred flowers blossom in an instant.
Sigh. You stop telling me the truth, bow your head and look up, and change shifts every day. I want to give you a smile, so that you can see the spring clouds and flowing water with a faint blush. Under this small eaves, it's like the moon sees the original painting, which makes dandelion find its home. When the wind blows, it is full of vitality.
I give you a smile, just like putting a fragrant rose behind your ear. I have a smell on my hand. I don't know if it's the fragrance in your hair or the lingering fragrance of roses.
It is said that giving roses is more fragrant. Seeing your smile, I just want to give you this lingering fragrance. Standing under this small roof, when the rain passes, you turn your head and we smile at each other.
Your smile is the smile of the sea embracing the island, the smile of stars jumping on the waves, the smile of coconut trees covering coconuts, and your smile makes the night run away.
If you ask, where is love? I will not hesitate to tell you that love is under the eaves.
Under the eaves, there are sweet and delicious meals from my mother and innocent teaching from my father. When I was in the sixth grade, I always wanted to leave home and live independently. But in junior high school, I don't think so. Military training is the first time I have been away from home for so many days. I was very happy at first, but after two days of military training, I began to want to go home and return to the familiar eaves.
After getting up in the morning, without my mother's nagging and exhortation, I always feel that I have lost something and my heart is empty. Coupled with the hard training in the hot sun during the day, I am so tired that I am sweating. I hate to break my fantasy before military training. I can be free and unrestrained when I leave home. I just want to go home and lie on a soft bed and have a good sleep.
Because the school bed is too hard, although I put two quilts on the bed board and mosquitoes keep sending me' red envelopes' to turn left and right on the bed, I still can't sleep. I can't wait to put on a pair of wings and fly home at once, and often eat delicious food cooked by my mother. Listen to dad's teachings again.
Moreover, the food in the canteen, especially the lunch at noon, seems to be raw and undercooked, which makes my stomach ache and rushes into wc because I ate that meal, alas! I have to get used to school life! Otherwise I have to go to wc every day! This place is really tough!
Finally, after the military training, I returned to my familiar home under the eaves and rummaged through everything to find food. After eating, I lay in bed and slept in the dark. Tired and gone without a trace.
Now I am different from before, because I have adapted to school life. Although I can only go home one day a week, I am still very satisfied.
Because as soon as I get back to the familiar eaves, my mother will cook me so many delicious foods that I can feast my eyes. It's good to go home, without the fatigue at school, it's a little warmer.
The autumn wind outside the window is bleak, and the leaves are out of the arms of banyan trees and blown off by the wind. Where will it go?
Looking at the messy homework on the desk, I can't help sighing. Ok, let's go out and play. After saying goodbye to my mother, I walked to the gate. Whew, the air is so fresh! I gulped it down in the air, and now I am as happy as a bird without heavy study. Suddenly, I quickened my pace. Just as I stepped on the rusty wooden threshold, I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, kid, wait." I subconsciously stopped and turned my head, and then I saw my mother's slightly gaunt figure. My mother trudged towards me with a swaying blue windbreaker in her arms. Looking at the scene in front of me, I can't help falling into the whirlpool of memory. ...
Childhood is always so pleasant, lazily pouring sunshine. Whenever I take the bus, my mother always stands in front of me and won't let others squeeze me; Every time I cut my skirt because of naughty falling, my mother always sews clothes one by one under the orange light after I fall asleep. Every meal, you leave me delicious food and eat leftovers. ...
From then until now, my memory is full of my little happiness.
The singing of birds evoked memories of my childhood. My mother stood opposite me, panting with fatigue. Later, she paused, carefully unfolded the clothes in her hand, shook them gently, examined them carefully, took up her collar with both hands, waved them in front of me and put them on me. Inadvertently, I saw a few strands of white hair on my mother's head and crow's feet on her rough face. Is this also the trace left by years? I watched my mother carefully for a while while while waiting, and dressed mechanically under her command. "You ah, also don't know how to add clothes. It's cold, so keep warm and don't catch a cold ... ""Hey, what's the matter with you? " My mother asked me with a worried face. I quickly sniffed, fought back the tears that were about to fall, and gave her a bright smile in return. "Mom, I'm fine. It's cold outside. Please hurry back to your home! " Say that finish, I turned and walked forward. After a few steps, looking back, my mother still leaned against the wooden door frame and looked at me with tenderness in her eyes, giving me a comfortable smile.
I quickened my pace and ran away to prevent my mother from seeing my tears. ...
It turns out that love is under the eaves, always accompanying myself-giving me the strength to move forward fearlessly.
Build a spiritual roof with love as the beam and true feelings as the eaves.
The roof of the soul is love, true feelings and the harbor of everyone's mind. However, where is the roof of the soul in today's materialistic world? How can I find it? How to build it? Need it?
When you cross the sea, you show your true colors. Material desires cross-flow, only to know that the "roof of the soul" is so valuable! Miss bean cake was slandered and swallowed part of her master's money instead of picking it up; Nanjing Peng Yu helped the fallen old lady with love, but she became the "perpetrator" and finally went to court; Fishing law enforcement, a sensational policeman, and the charge of dragging a corpse came to my mind and touched my sensitive heartstrings. I couldn't help asking God, "Where is the eaves of the soul?" Think about it, if we put aside the shackles of money and interests and build the roof of our hearts with love and sincerity, when others are frustrated, when others are frustrated. The roof of the soul is around us.
The roof of the soul, we all need it! In this world, nothing can be smooth sailing, there will always be some ups and downs. At this time, we need the roof of our hearts. On the seemingly calm land, an earthquake broke the silence of Yushu. Broken families, lingering death, and the hardships of life ... are the same problems for people living there. Just when Yushu people were desperate, the CPC Central Committee and all walks of life extended a helping hand in time and built a spiritual roof! The roof of the soul gives Yushu people the belief of rebirth.
So, the family began to rebuild, firmly believing that everything would be fine! If there is no "roof of the soul", can Yushu people be reborn? If there is no "roof of soul", can the poor regain their confidence? The answer is no, therefore, the roof of the soul is an indispensable part of each of us.
However, the roof of the soul is not innate, it needs us to build it together. Tagore's poem says: "Love is a full life, just like a full wine glass." Let's have a drink together. Let's be builders together, strengthen beams with love, widen eaves with true feelings, and build spiritual eaves together!
Living under the same roof and enjoying the warmth of a bay. Come on, build an indispensable "spiritual roof" for others and yourself!
Fu Tai once said: For Adam, heaven is their home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise. Home is a warm harbor, a place full of care and happiness. It records our growth and also collects our joys and sorrows. Melodious family carols are played all the time here.
I have a home, a warm home. Every morning when I get up, I see the breakfast on the table, which my mother made for me. Mom said: breakfast is the pillar of the day, which makes me full of energy. I was hungry after school at noon, and I saw the lunch prepared by my sweaty grandmother. My father, who is far away from home, calls me at night. I also have a lovely little friend who accompanies me every day.
I have a home, a home for me to rely on. When I encounter difficulties and setbacks outside, my family comforts me and encourages me. This is the best shelter. I remember that once my exam results were not satisfactory, and I was very sad. My mother tried to enlighten me when she found out. There is a sentence that I remember vividly. Get up from where you fell, and one's life can't be smooth sailing. Dad also came to tell me some truth. At that time, I deeply felt that home was a lamp in the dark and my most reassuring reliance.
I have a home, a home full of laughter. At home, it is always full of happy notes, and our family gets along well. My children bring joy and laughter to our family.
I have a family, a happy family of three. Dad works hard to make money every day, and my mother is with me when I am sick. They always keep delicious food for themselves, but eat what I have left. I know they all did it for me. Thought of here, my tears dripping on my cheeks.
Family love is the greatest love in the world. Motherly love is delicate, and fatherly love is deep. They are as shiny as diamonds and as hard as meteorites. They accompany us every moment, every minute, and because of this, we don't need to think about it, and we won't forget it, because-love is under the eaves.