On the road of my growth, many things touched me. They are like sparkling pearls, shining in my heart and illuminating my progress.
Growing up, I had a bad habit-reading in bed, and my eyesight dropped sharply. My mother advised me many times, but I ignored her words.
That night, I quietly took the book to the bedroom to read. Just when I was crazy, my mother suddenly came in. She came to me with a straight face and didn't say a word. She snatched the book from my hand, and it was torn apart with only a few clicks. I cried bitterly, shouted at my mother angrily and ran out of the room. I made up my mind to ignore my mother! That's my favorite story book. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I was in tears.
In the morning, I opened my red eyes and vaguely saw a book lying on my desk. I walked over with heavy steps and took a look. It turned out to be a book that my mother tore yesterday. My mother put it together and glued it on bit by bit. The glue is not completely dry. I think my mother stuck it when she got up in the morning. She has to work hard during the day and help me stick books in the morning. My tears flowed down like a river. At this moment, my mother came in. I threw myself into my mother's arms, sobbed and said to her, "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have disobeyed you and yelled at you. Mom, I was wrong. Please forgive me. " At this time, my hand was cold and my mother cried. She held me in her arms again: "honey, mom is also wrong." You shouldn't tear up your beloved book. Mom should talk to you and help you correct your mistakes. " I will never forget these simple words.
This pearl shines in my heart, and this matter lingers in my heart and makes me unforgettable for a long time.
In the morning, the rain is falling. Although it is rainy, it can't stop people from moving forward. There are countless pedestrians on the road, and a little rain drops on colorful umbrellas. Beep is like beautiful music.
A little girl is humming a song and carrying a schoolbag. Two long ponytails dangle behind his back, and his big red face has a pair of shining eyes and a small cherry mouth. Don't mention how cute it is like that!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" A baby about nine months old was sitting on the side of the road crying. Everyone has a pair of bright eyes on his face, but no one has seen a crying baby on the roadside. The little girl saw that there were no adults around him, so she might be an orphan. She looked at her watch and couldn't help hesitating. If you leave him alone and let him cry here, you won't be late for school. If you send him to an orphanage, he will have something to rely on, but he will be informed criticism himself. What a dilemma! At this time, she remembered what her mother said yesterday: "People's safety is more important than Mount Tai." Her eyes were bright and she walked forward like a serious general. ...
She picked up the baby, took off her coat and wrapped it around the baby. Touching his forehead, "Oh, it's so hot! It must be because of the rain and fever! " The little girl exclaimed. With that, she ran to the orphanage as fast as she could. Along the way, mud flowers bloomed at her feet and raindrops hit her. Where is her umbrella? I don't know where to fly!
Finally, she took the children to the orphanage. When she handed the child over to the dean, she was already in a coma. It turned out that she was sick, too.
The figure of that girl is deeply engraved in my mind, because she taught me the truth that "people should be safe and Mount Tai should be heavy".
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Recently, too many touches have made us cry like rain. The most beautiful driver Wu Bin, the most beautiful teacher Zhang Lili, the most beautiful mother Wu Juping and the most beautiful college student Xu Jianlong, their heroic deeds are fixed in the hearts of millions of people, and in my heart, the most beautiful person is the mechanic across the hall from my home.
He is deaf and dumb. Although I always pass by there after school every day, I have never really seen him.
It was an evening when the cold wind roared. My parents are not at home. I was watching TV after finishing my homework when I heard a quick knock at the door. I opened the door in a hurry. In the dim twilight, there stood an old man in dirty clothes, wearing a worn cotton hat on his head and oil stains on his hands and face. Look carefully, it's him. He gesticulated anxiously with his hand, and his mouth made a "ah-ah" sound. I can't figure out what he wants to say. The more I don't understand, the more anxious he is, and the louder his voice is. It's a little late, and my parents are not at home. I was really scared, so I waved to him and closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knocking at someone else's door again.
After a while, my parents came back. At dinner, my father suddenly remembered that his bike was broken at noon, so he pushed it to the garage across the hall for repair, and forgot to push it back after work. It suddenly occurred to me that he knocked at the door. At this moment, I realized that he was looking for the owner from door to door! My father and I quickly put down our chopsticks, put on our coats and ran to the garage. I saw the mechanic still standing in the cold wind of winter night, rubbing his hands, stamping his feet, and his hands kept breathing. Standing next to him is the bike repaired by his father. Seeing this, my father hurried forward. By the light of the street lamp, the mechanic recognized my father as the owner, so he quietly took out the key from his pocket and handed it to my father. Dad excitedly held the mechanic's hand and gestured to him and said, "Thank you, thank you so much!" " Lock your car here. "The mechanic seems to understand his father's meaning. His frozen hands took out paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a few words on the paper: I'm afraid you will use the car at night. Seeing there, my eyes were moist. Thinking of him going door to door looking for the owner, thinking that he waited anxiously for the owner for a long time in the cold wind, his image in my heart suddenly grew tall: he was no longer ragged and covered in oil, but kind and perfect. Respect rises in my heart!
Touching is the dance of the soul, the dance of the soul, the shock of the heart, and the softest tremor of the heart. Touching is the inspiration of a perfect life. It is full of perfection and happiness as well as emotion and sympathy. If you don't touch it, the human soul will die without any vivid feeling or tremor. Touching is a bridge, a bridge leading to the deep heart; It is a ladder, a ladder to build a successful life; Touching is a sincere call, a sincere call to awaken people; Touching is the inner cry, the source of life and the end of life!
He is a mechanic and an ordinary person, but he has an extraordinary heart. He is not afraid of the cold, and touched everyone around him with his heart!
I picked up a book and read an article today. After reading it, I felt great.
Father's Love-Emma Bombeck
"It is my mother who doesn't know how to express love and makes our family get along well. He just goes to work every day, and mom makes a list of our mistakes and then scolds us.
Once I stole a piece of candy, he asked me to send it back and told the candy buyer that I stole it, and I was willing to help her unpack it as compensation. But my mother understands that I am still a child.
Dad always seems a little uncomfortable at my birthday party. She is always busy blowing balloons, setting the table and doing housework. My mother pushed the cake with candles in it.
Dad doesn't know how to express love. Unless, what if he expressed it and I didn't notice it? "
Feeling:
Father's love for children may not be as kind as mother's, but it may be love for children. Therefore, if your father treats you badly sometimes, you must never lose your temper, because this may be your father's love for you. Maybe these words can't express my feelings about my father's love, but that feeling is in my heart and I can't finish writing it.
There is a kind of love, that is, the rain dripping on the eaves of my heart; There is a kind of love, so gentle; There is a kind of love, called touching; There is a kind of love that penetrates the true feelings of the world-maternal love, across the universe and through the Spring and Autumn Period.
In winter, only half a step came to the world. Frost leaves. Only cold lingers in the world.
"Why so annoying? Don't wear it, just don't wear it! I will never wear it! " Alas, it's really annoying. It is not cold at all. Why put on a thick down jacket? But this time, my mother seems determined to let me put on a down jacket and go to school. I am so depressed! I had to say, "Oh, I see, go eat quickly, I'll wear it right away!" " "Mom's gone. I stuffed my down jacket into the little cook and left quietly and happily. After all, the little girl has the psychology of "boasting", and with her own thoughts, it is inconvenient to put on big and fat things, and the image alone is not good. Besides, I don't think it was cold at first. These clothes I'm wearing are totally affordable!
Unexpectedly, just out of the stair-door, I felt that it was really biting cold outside, and my teeth were going to crack with cold. Alas, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer! Suddenly I feel a lot of warmth in my mother's eyes. In this way, I read warm love in the wind with fallen leaves.
It turns out that mom's nagging is full of love!
"Being sick is inevitable for everyone. Some children can always feel maternal love with tears after a "serious illness". For fourteen years, I haven't had a serious illness, but I experienced maternal love in the ward where I was infused with a small cold-my mother has been quietly looking at me, smiling, with no tears in her eyes. And I still believe that my mother's eyes gave me the gentlest touch, helped me drive away the disease again and again, and let me fly strongly with encouragement.
It turns out that even an ordinary smile, my mother will smile with a different taste.
I love my mother, who plays pure songs in the snow of my life with the simplest language and the most ordinary love. She never lifted me up like others, but gave me a pair of wings. She wants me to fly in my own way.
One day, I really reached the clouds. At that time, I would like to turn into a snowflake and float to my mother, a place to raise me, and a paradise to smile forever.
My uncle's body was covered with purple spots, and my aunt's face began to dim day by day. Several hospitals unanimously recognized my uncle as "aplastic anemia", and the doctor's scrawled handwriting on the diagnosis book suddenly stunned the whole family.
My uncle and aunt are both good-natured people. My uncle has always been very happy. I have never seen him unhappy. I heard that he captured my aunt's heart with his optimistic personality. Living with a happy person is really happy. I once went to my uncle's house to play. Menstruation took a bath in the bathroom, turned off the light and didn't turn on the shower, so he took a bucket of water. My uncle listened to her washing silently and joked, "Wife, your dry cleaner!" " "I'm so happy that I haven't closed my mouth for a long time.
We say that Auntie is so lucky that she can smile at people every day. My aunt said half ashamed and half annoyed, "Your uncle is a talkative talker. He has never written me a word. He is too old to read a love letter! " How could such a good uncle and aunt suffer such misfortune?
My uncle lost all his hair in chemotherapy. He smiled and said to menstruation, "Wife, I can save you half this time." My aunt uncharacteristically bought the most expensive medicine and nutrition at my uncle's bedside. My uncle's hematopoietic function is failing day by day, and he is found to be accompanied by hemolysis, which means that my uncle may die at any time. My aunt's eyes were red and swollen, and my uncle touched my aunt's face and said with a smile, "am I sick or are you sick?" Why are you thinner than a yellow flower? " My aunt turned her back and wiped her tears again.
On the coldest day in winter, my uncle's face is whiter than the snowflakes flying outside the window. My uncle died before dusk. On my deathbed, my strong uncle held my aunt's hand and left tears of gratitude.
In the morning paper on the third day, we saw my uncle's "love letter" and put it in the "seeking friends" column. I wrote in bold: "My wife is 32 years old. I lived with her for five years. She is the best companion and the treasure I have encountered in my life. I tried to cherish it carefully all my life, but I failed. I will leave before her. Who can cherish her for me, I will be grateful in heaven! "
In my primary school childhood, there were many different things, just like waves in the sea. Some are small, some are big, some are rolling, some are dull ... But in this ocean of memory, there is a wave that has been shining for a long time.
It was a dark night. My father and I bought tickets at the station to go back to our warm home from the countryside. As the bus was crowded with people, we had to stand on it.
"Dad, when will we arrive?" "About two hours!" "ah!" "Son, hold on!" But my legs have stopped working and started to tremble. The snow roared down the window, as if laughing at my weakness. I stood like a drunk, shaking weakly with the shaking car.
Just when I was desperate, a kind lady gave me her seat. I was so happy that I sat down happily. But then I was moved by a little gesture from the lady.
The lady stood up, but suddenly she slipped. I hurried to help, but she just smiled, stood up again and walked to the handrail. In the process, I accidentally found this lady's legs inconvenient! But this lady has been standing in the car for two hours without changing her position. Looking at this lady's leg, I couldn't help shedding a bunch of tears.
When the bus arrived at the station, the lady got off. I stood in the street, watching the lady's distant figure, farther and farther away. ...
I am a girl, but I don't like to cry, but at that time, I shed tears of emotion.
I remember when school was over, it was cloudy and raining cats and dogs outside. But I didn't bring my umbrella, so I had to wait anxiously for my parents to pick me up in the classroom, but no one came to pick me up after waiting for a long time. I watched the heavy rain outside the window and waited. I saw flowers, grass and trees with their heads down in the rain, and I felt that they were also very sad. In the evening, gradually I came. Finally, I decided to run home with my schoolbag on my back. I took off my coat and wrapped it around my schoolbag to prevent the books in the schoolbag from being flooded. When I was about to rush into the rain with my schoolbag on my back, I found an adult running in the rain. At first glance, it turned out to be my grandmother. She had an umbrella in her hand, but she didn't fight it herself. When she saw me running, she immediately spread her umbrella over my head. I asked, "Grandma, why don't you open an umbrella yourself?" Grandma said, "Nothing, your mother is on a business trip today, and I'm a little late to pick you up." I said, "Nothing." At this moment, my tears flowed down with the rain. ...
In the world, maternal love is great, so is grandma's love.