Poetry about calling 1 Sentences describing summoning
1, life needs an ideal call. When you are lazy, it calls you to be diligent; When you are asleep, it calls you; When you are arrogant, it wakes you up and makes you humble (modesty, humility); When you are reckless, it calls you to be cautious (careful); When you fall, it tells you to stand up.
2. If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my mother would light me up from a distance like a gentle lamp in the dark night, calling me to hesitate; If I am just a poor self-pity actor, my mother is like that warm applause, calling me to be confident and urging me to work hard; If I am a playful fish, my mother is like a green lake, which will tolerate my naughty willfulness and spread my happiness like ripples.
3. How many wanderers have been inspired by a call; A call, how many wanderers have been summoned for their ardent homesickness; A call, lit up how many wanderers vaguely five-star red flag; A phone call, found how many wandering thoughts.
4. With the call of the blue sky, we can't let the flying wings degenerate in comfort; With the call of the sea, we can't let the ideal sail run aground in hesitation; With the call from afar, we can't let the faith we are looking for be depressed in the anguish that we can't get out of; Life should be accompanied by passion.
2. Good articles and sentences about "calling"
Call grandpa, look at that grave, full of flowers, how beautiful you are, all over the mountains, do you still feel lonely? -Inscription Tomb-Sweeping Day On that day, I ran to find my grandpa with a bunch of fresh lilacs in my arms early in the morning.
"Grandpa, do you have a good time in another world? Do you hear your granddaughter calling you every day? " Lilacs are still in full bloom, love, because they once existed-"haha, now that my granddaughter has grown up, she will be good to me." We are also women, and we can speak our minds. Do you envy her? " Grandpa can only say "yes", and his eyes always don't feel like looking at me. His eyes were full of tenderness and anxiety, and he seemed eager to ask, "Is this really the case?" And I always laugh and don't answer. Grandpa, actually you don't have to worry, because I love you and grandma more.
I am willing to tell you anything in my heart. When I am happy, I will tell you my happiness. When I am sad, I will tell you my grievances. When I am angry and unhappy, you always put a bunch of lilacs in front of my eyes and say with a smile, "Look, my dear granddaughter, lilacs are so beautiful. If you are unhappy, lilacs will laugh at you! " I smiled.
Grandpa has always been my listener. I am very happy with him.
When I was a child, I felt that Grandpa's smile only bloomed for me. He is very serious about others, including his children and my brother. Only when he is with me will he smile brightly. When I was a child, I always liked to snuggle up in my grandfather's arms. He told me a story and I listened quietly. He told me jokes and we laughed together ... After grandpa retired, he stayed at home and planted many of his favorite lilacs in the yard.
He took care of them carefully, as if grandpa's joys and sorrows were linked with these little flowers. Grandpa likes to take care of these little flowers with me, and we also named them, this "flower of happiness", that "flower of protection" and another ... As for why, only I know.
When I am old, my grandfather will no longer hug me. I will hold hands and talk about my life and my ideals. Grandpa told me his life experience and argued about the difference between his research and mine. Happy times are always short, and I can't help crying when I think back to the past.
On the day grandpa died, lilacs also fell in pots. Flowers, are you also crying for Grandpa's "leaving without saying goodbye"? Holding lilacs in his hand, he stood in front of grandpa's grave, and his cheeks were soaked with tears. The pot of lilacs in front of my grandfather's grave is so blooming and beautiful. "Grandpa, you must be very happy in that world!" "I stood in front of my grandfather's grave for a long time, letting the wind blow my hair ... I looked up at the sky, wiped my tears and shouted at the sky with a smile:" Grandpa, you must be happy! " " .