People often say, "A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water." My father is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and my mother is like a deep pool of water, wholeheartedly for me.
in order to raise me, my parents willingly gave everything they had. Now, I am a sixth-grade student, and I feel more deeply about your love for your daughter. You have done your best to dress warmly so that I can eat well; You have worked hard for my study ...
One year, I was playing at my grandmother's house, and I accidentally fell down and was sweating with pain. After hearing the news, my parents quickly interrupted their business and came from an important client to take me to the hospital, which delayed a big deal. When I arrived at the hospital, you carried my photos and tests from the second floor to the sixth floor, and from the sixth floor to the second floor ... My father is getting old, and I have grown up, so I can feel my father's panting. Feel dad's heavy footsteps; I feel how anxious my father is. I was really touched at that time.
Mom and Dad, I have grown from a few kilograms when I was born to dozens of kilograms now, and I have become an excellent student from a child who knows nothing. How much effort you have made for me over the past ten years! But how can I repay you? I know, only with excellent grades and excellent performance to repay, this may be the best way to repay.
thank you, gentle and virtuous mother! Thank you, smart dad! I love you! Love you forever!
sixth grade of Humen Chinese-English Experimental School: Peng Weixuan loves nothing. 2
Love is born from the flowers in spring, from the shade in summer, from the golden color in autumn, and from the crystal in winter. Because of love, the world has become rich and colorful. Love is plain, simple and unpretentious. Although it is not a fresh passion of "delicacies and delicacies", it is essential for "simple food".
the teacher's love is selfless. They are like candles. Although the light is small, it illuminates the world. With full enthusiasm and beautiful youth, they have ignited the prosperity of the motherland. They are the most lovely people. Teachers don't expect anything in return for their efforts. The irrigation of sweat brought us success and harvest. When, I thought of the teacher's bitterness, when, I thought of the lamp that has not been extinguished in the middle of the night, when, I thought of the wrinkles outlined by the years, and when, I saw the hair dyed white by flying chalk.
the love of parents is deep. Mother's love is reflected in the endless nagging, and father's love is hidden in the casual eyes. They are the safe haven of life. Our happiness is based on their efforts. Nowadays, we don't know how to cherish, thinking that all this is what we deserve, and it should be. But we have never seen that our parents' waists seem to be hunched and their white hair seems to be more. We haven't seen all this. We are always rebellious to our parents, disrespectful to our elders and greedy for enjoyment. But we will change, we will!
The flowing water meets a cliff and forms a spectacular waterfall. The young eagle flies high because of the blue sky. We should stand on our own feet and get rid of our dependence on our parents. We should not be the flowers that grow in the greenhouse, but the trees that will stand resolutely in the storm. Studying for the rise of China, we are a new generation full of vitality. The motherland needs us to build and the people need us to help. Let's join hands with Chaoyang, March forward together and struggle together.
Love is silent ... Love is silent 3
' As long as everyone/gives a little love/the world will become/a beautiful tomorrow ...' I believe this song is familiar to everyone! Indeed, there is love between people, so it is easy to get along; Family has love, so it is harmonious; There is love between us, so it is better; ..... So, there is love in the world, and tomorrow will be better. Love is sacred, there is no need to talk about how much you lose and how much you gain, and there is no need to pay attention to return. We should pay with our heart and treat love with our heart. Although God has given us unlimited love, do we really have an endless day? If there is such a day, it will be too late for us to regret it. So from now on, we should give our love and dye the sky with love.
great love is wordless and needs no words. It is best to act with your heart. In the Yushu earthquake, volunteers supported a blue sky hand in hand, some moved bricks, some comforted people, some helped to find people ... These were unremarkable actions, but they entrusted all their feelings. There is a voice that also exaggerates love. An old lady accidentally fell down on the road, and a strange aunt ran forward and said,' Old lady. Are you all right?' This sentence may seem bland in everyone's eyes and has no lasting appeal, but its power is extremely powerful. Examples like this abound in life, but have we taken them seriously? From now on, we can protect a piece of green land, help the elderly cross the street and chat with them ...
Let our lives bloom for others. A dedication is a flower, a greeting is a flower, and a blood donation is a flower ... We are the flowers of the motherland, and we have the responsibility to blossom for others ... Let's join hands to build a beautiful home and let love spread all over the world. Love is speechless. 4
It seems that the lights are dim, too. You use your body and your love to light up the whole space ... and the whole world ...
You have no regrets. As a people's teacher, you have done your duty. In the Wenchuan earthquake, you crouched on the desktop, protected the students below with your body, propped up the green umbrella of life for them, and built a bridge of hope. You ignited their hopes for life and gave them a second life.
Countless rubble fell on your back, you didn't dodge, you didn't shout, you just kept protecting the students under the table, and fell on the table, burning yourself without scruple. If you have knowledge under the spring, you will be delighted, because they have survived, continued your life and spread your spirit everywhere, just like dandelion seeds, where they float, they will take root.
Your great deeds highlighted your heroic qualities and wrote legendary poems. The wind swept through the water, leaving ripples; Sunlight passes through the water, leaving warmth; Years passed through the Woods, leaving rings; You walked through the world, leaving countless magnificent songs of triumph, attracting countless touching tears from the world.
You are a ship. If you choose your own route, you will have no regrets and sail forward. You are bluegrass. If you find your own empty valley, you will not be afraid of loneliness, but will only exude fragrance. You are a trickle. If you decide your own mountain stream, you will not be afraid of obstacles and try to infiltrate one side. When there is no trace to be found in the time cycle, people can always find something hidden behind the long drama. Even if the clouds are rolling and the tide is flat, even after ten or even a hundred years, your love will never fade, bloom with dazzling brilliance, reflect into people's hearts, become a touching story, and be told all the time ...
Your love is without resentment. Your love is great and magnificent; Your love is duty and faith. Love is wordless, because your love lights up the whole space and the world ... Love is wordless 5
Love is always the theme of life. Parents' love, classmates' love, teachers' and students' love … they always move us.
But what touched me most was the great and selfless love of my parents. Some people say that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless love. It is like the sea, boundless and unlimited. Father's love is like a tall and big mountain, which can be relied on by us. When I am sad, it will comfort me and heal my wounds. When I fail, it will give me endless strength and give me the courage to overcome failures and difficulties. He will tell me not to be proud, continue to work hard and achieve more success. When I am sick, he will give me the warmest care and always know at the first time, taking me away from weakness and making me healthy and happy. When I go to school, I always say in a caring tone, son, be careful on the road, pay attention to safety, come back early, and don't be playful. I don't know how many times I have said it, how many days I have said it, and how many sentences I have said, and my mother has never stopped. This shows how deep my mother's love for me is, such as the surging river, which is endless. I can also see that my mother cares and loves me. It is really meticulous. My eyebrows suddenly wrinkled up and said, no, I had a fever. Without saying anything, she sent me to the hospital and asked the doctor to see a doctor. The doctor said that it was a cold, and my mother's heart was relaxed. I took a deep breath. My mother was not idle and asked the doctor to get the medicine. My mother was so concerned about me that I was moved to tears. After several days of treatment, my illness was cured. As soon as I thought that Mother's Day would be in a few days, I designed my home.
on mother's day, I gave my mother a surprise as soon as she came home, and then said to her, I love you, mom. Mother was moved to tears!
Ren Bojun, Grade 6, Xinchang Primary School, loves nothing. 6
Love is an action, a word, and a heart ... It is invisible and does not limit occasions. As long as you have love, your life will become more valuable.
On April 14th, 21, a sudden earthquake struck Yushu, a quiet mountain area. It was 7: 49 in the morning, maybe the students were still on their way to school, maybe the adults were about to get up, maybe the teachers were going to class ... In an instant, all the teaching buildings and houses were in ruins.
When the local People's Liberation Army got the news, it only took about ten minutes to arrive at the scene. At that time, the situation was very critical, and everyone had no tools, so they had to use their own hands as shovels for rescue. After fourteen hours of struggle, most of the children under the ruins were saved, and they returned to their parents' side, while a few children were waiting for rescue under the ruins ... "The troops came! The troops are coming! " Everyone shouted, eyes shining with hope. The backup team immediately divided into groups and began a battle with death. Everyone left their safety behind. Some soldiers suffered from altitude sickness and kept vomiting, but they persisted in trying to save one more life. The people's liberation army sleep only two or three hours a day. Even so, no soldier complains, and they all struggle in the front line of rescue. There is a big temperature difference between day and night in Yushu area, and the wind is biting at night. Although the weather is so bad, the soldiers still stick to their rescue posts, and no one retreats.
People's Liberation Army (PLA), these ordinary people, have done extraordinary things. I am deeply moved by their stories of sacrificing themselves to save others. Yes! As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place! Love is silent. 7
When I was a child, I was very naughty, always hovering around my mother, asking questions.
At ordinary times, my mother acquiesced in me as her satellite-running and jumping tirelessly beside her, and at the same time being happy.
But as soon as I get to the sidewalk or cross the street, I am deprived of this right and have to follow like a little follower.
One day, my father was on a business trip, and I went out to eat with my mother. I hummed a little song and walked side by side with my mother, only to see her slow down and go around from behind me to my left. I sped up, circled around my mother, changed direction and moved on. My mother took my hand and gently pulled me back to her right. This has aroused my curiosity. Why does my mother have to pull me back here? Driven by a stubborn strength, I went to my mother's left again, and my mother dragged me back to her right again. I am very puzzled. "Mom, why don't you let me go here?" There is a hint of incomprehension and anger in the tone. "No, it's dangerous." Mom said, seemingly casually, like blurting out, but mixed with a touch of tenderness, revealing a little concern.
"Hum, danger, danger again. Adults always tell me that danger is dangerous. Because of this danger, am I not free to walk? It's really boring. " I whispered. Under the cover of the wind, my mother didn't hear my heart.
finally, when I arrived at the restaurant and ordered the food, I ran to a table by the window and sat down. I lay down on the window glass and looked out with rapt attention. The traffic on the road was endless, just like a colorful exercise. It was beautiful. I decided that my mother didn't let me stay on the left because she wanted to see the scenery.
it was not until I grew up that I realized that walking in the traffic and my mother walking on my left was to protect me. It is such a meticulous action that includes my mother's care, care and love for me.
love is speechless!
now that I'm grown up, it's my turn to walk on the left. Love is silent. 8
It's another cloudy day.
It's a bit sultry, and the leaves on the trees have stopped swinging, even the noisy cicadas have lost their voices. The clouds are dark and there is a storm coming.
Sure enough, before the last class was over, the rain poured down. After school, I didn't see the rain weaken at all.
"It's okay. Anyway, the school is not far from home. Let's get wet in the rain." I comforted myself without an umbrella to myself.
When I walked to the school gate, I had a little expectation without any hope, expecting to see the familiar figure.
looking around, there is no expected result. Although I know the result must be like this, I still don't feel empty in my heart. Looking at those students who have parents to pick them up, my nose is sour, and hot tears slide down, but they are mixed with rain in the next second.
I wiped it casually. I don't know if it was rain or an unknown liquid of tears, so I strode home. But I didn't expect the rain to stop falling just after running a few steps. I was amazed at the speed of the weather change, but when I looked up, I saw a familiar umbrella, which was my father's umbrella!
I looked at my father, who still had no words and expressions as usual. He just changed his umbrella to one hand, put his arm around me with the one close to me, and held the umbrella with the other hand.
The umbrella is tilted at a love angle, so that no drop of rain can fall on me.
the father's love in the rain, even without a word, will not affect the purity and greatness of that love. Love is silent. 9
The morning sky is dark and uncomfortable, and it seems that the heart is also covered with dense dark clouds.
"Boom", thunder, crackling, the whole sky was torn by lightning.
"Hua La" rain is coming, which is very sudden, extremely rapid, getting worse and worse, making people unprepared.
outside the window, it's gray. Although the window is closed, the rain can still be heard. The rain tore down from the sky and fell into the small puddle on the ground, ringing "tick-tock" and rippling.
"it's over, it's over! It's raining so hard and I don't have an umbrella. What can I do? " I muttered in my mind and spent the morning anxiously.
school is coming.