An 800-word high school sophomore essay on tolerance 1
The little flowers in the summer sway silently in the wind, silently waiting for the arrival of this one.
In the summer of that year, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, playing with the nameless summer flowers growing on the roadside. "When are you coming back? Come back and see me." My uncle asked again, "Soon, I'll be back as soon as I have the holiday." I responded and rolled my eyes at my mother helplessly, but my mother said to me smiled. After dealing with my uncle, I put the phone aside and asked, "Oh, uncle, why are you so anxious? He hasn't even gone on vacation yet. I hate it." But my mother said seriously: "Everyone should go back and see him soon." What are you asking?" I asked again, "Nothing."
I looked helpless and boredly played with the shadows of the leaves illuminated by the sun.
The sound of cicadas in the wind filled the whole world, and the wheels rolled past the ignorant summer flowers. As soon as I got off the car, I saw my uncle, who smiled brightly at me, and I ran over with a smile. Look carefully, you've lost weight, but your face is still glowing with green light. You don't care, and he said cheerfully: "I'll come back to see you as soon as I have a holiday." He nodded, with a bright look on his face.
I walked into the house with him, and there were a few old neighbors. As soon as an old woman saw me, she said, "Look, you and your uncle have such a good relationship. You have to spend time with your uncle. He doesn't have much time." It was in a friendly local accent and she said something I didn't understand. What do you mean?" I looked at my uncle, but he still had a bright face and didn't say a word. "You know that my uncle went to the hospital for a check-up." came my mother's voice, "It's a malignant tumor." "You're kidding!" I blurted out, and saw the sadness on my mother's face.
I couldn't help but look back at him, and the brilliance in my eyes that were originally full of smiles dimmed. The wind blows the trees, leaves, and grass, but only the summer flowers swing our bodies tenaciously.
A man was walking in the fields, the wind blowing the neat weeds. Looking up, it was already sunset. Although there were cicadas chirping, everything seemed so quiet at this moment.
"There is no need to be sad. I will go for chemotherapy in a few days. The doctor said it may be fine." I was looking at the distance in a daze, but I turned to look at him, thinking, " "Is it true?" He was about to say it, but he saw an expression that said he didn't believe what he was saying. He turned back, was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "My uncle is a very handsome man in our family. If it's because of If you become ugly when you are sick, no one will like you." He nodded.
Perhaps the wind was too strong and the weather was too strong. A few petals of the tough summer flowers drifted away in the wind, but the thin stems were still tall and straight, still retaining their pride and mystery.
A few days later, I sent my uncle to the hospital. My grandma said that if he went in, he might not come out if something went wrong. The white building was so dazzling, a gust of wind blew, and my whole body shivered.
I looked at everything nearby, and as I looked at it, I couldn’t help but look at my uncle. It was hard to imagine that such a handsome man would quickly blend into this frightening environment. As one body. I couldn't help but look at it twice, it was imprinted in my mind at this moment.
The summer seemed to be longer that year, so that I leaned down to observe the summer flowers on the roadside many more times.
Until one day, the wind that day was no longer as gentle as the previous wind, but brought bursts of bitter taste. I turned around and looked at the unknown road, and a familiar figure accompanied Xia. The flower withers and ceases to exist. An 800-word composition for the second grade of high school on the subject of tolerance 2
Smile is the most beautiful language. -----Inscription
Time easily throws people away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green. The past is like fine sand, slowly passing by in the ocean of time, one by one, finely and densely, but that bright smile slowly pieced the fragments of memory together, silently, that part of Warmth blooms quietly in my heart.
When I feel lost, he is always behind me, giving me endless strength and hope. And when I am happy, I always want to recommend him and give me unparalleled care and expectations. At that time, I couldn't help but want to hug him.
I remember a hot summer day the year before last, which was also the day when I took the calligraphy and sketching exams. I signed up for the Level 8 Soft Pen Calligraphy and Level 6 Sketching exams. With the final exam approaching, I felt extremely stressed. Apart from reviewing book content, I just practiced calligraphy and sketching all day long. When the day of the exam came, I confidently walked to the exam room and showed my style to the fullest. After the exam, I walked out of the examination room. I saw a big head looking towards the examination room, looking intently as if searching for something. When he saw me, he couldn't wait to hand me a cold drink and was busy wiping the sweat from my face with his big hands. I took his drink and drank it in one gulp, a stream of clear water filling my body. Everyone was walking and talking, and he said to me with pride: "You will definitely succeed in the exam this time. Your hard work will always pay off. Thank you for your hard work." After listening to what he said, I was both excited and a little nervous. What if it doesn't succeed? Oh, who cares. Two months later, he smiled and handed me two pieces of paper with the words "Grade Examination Certificate" written on them. I passed! I was grinning from ear to ear. At this time, from the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes staring at me and smiling. I just remembered that my success was due to his company and care. I walked towards him excitedly and gave him a deep hug.
Father, you are behind me, giving me selfless care, giving me endless encouragement, and giving me life-long support. You are like a big tree that will always protect me. I can’t help it. I want to hug you!