Concerned about excellent composition 1 Tuesday morning, I feel sick. Suddenly, my eyes went black and I fainted. In a daze, I felt someone helped me to the bench, and then someone called me. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound. I just felt numb and my hands and feet moved.
After a while, I struggled to open my eyes and saw Li Yingshu and Wang Ningning standing there, looking at me anxiously. After waking up, I said with concern, "You finally woke up. Are you better? " You are scared to death. "
At this time, the school doctor rushed here. She asked me how I was. Tell her if you feel anything. I feel stuffy and painful in my chest, and I can't make a sound in my throat. I cried, and the school doctor said, "Never mind, don't cry, be strong."
The teacher walked around in a hurry, suddenly remembering my home phone, and quickly called home. Listening to the teacher's anxious voice, tears could not help but flow down. I can't help cursing: "Why are you so disappointing?"
After a while, my father came panting. Looking at my father out of breath, tears of disappointment once again flowed down. Dad called my uncle and asked him to come to see me.
Dad was about to carry me downstairs when the school doctor quickly said, "She can only take it away when she carries it." Dad had to hold me. I think my father has a bad heart. He is nervous and tired at this time, and he can't bear it. Regardless of his health, he hurriedly carried me from the fourth floor to the first floor Downstairs, my father was panting with fatigue. My father was worried that I would catch cold, so he took me to the guard room, held my hand and waited anxiously.
When the bus came, dad repeatedly asked the teacher and the school doctor not to accompany him. The teacher said, "The student fainted at school and should be appointed." Soon I came to the hospital, and my father took me to the emergency room. The doctor gave me a detailed examination and finally said, "The child is fine, but he ate well in the morning. When it was time for class, he fainted because he was too tired. "
Dad took me to the inpatient department for an intravenous drip. I feel very thirsty, so the teacher asked the doctor if I could drink water at this time. The doctor said yes, so the teacher bought me a bottle of water. The school doctor told me with concern that I would have breakfast in the future. The teacher and the school doctor didn't leave until the needle was fixed. As soon as she got out of the hospital, the teacher called her mother and told her not to worry.
From this illness, I deeply felt the care of the teacher, the love of my father and the love of my classmates. I am deeply moved by everything, because I live in a world full of love. This love, I want to study hard and live up to my expectations.
The wind is whistling, the snow is falling, but I am extremely warm. Because there is an unusual fire in my heart! I walked on the icy sidewalk with my book in my arms, inserting my wings carefully for fear of slipping. Standing on an empty street and looking into the distance, a big tree wrapped in white stands beside the house of a gray bald man, and its branches are flying from time to time, adding vitality to the sultry street.
The snow on the treetops is uneven, just like wintersweet blooming in the cold. It's really "a spring breeze blows suddenly overnight, and thousands of miles of nectar and pears bloom"! Everyone can see the beautiful scenery, but I can't show any spirit. I have been complaining in my heart. "Really, this moment has long been a' short-term calligraphy training course in winter vacation' without any return.
Or at this moment, I will also shrink in the warm quilt and have a good dream! Alas! What bad luck! "When I complained one after another, I accidentally slipped and slipped along the ice for a few meters, and my head fell heavily on the ground. Look at the sky again, there are snowflakes floating on the paper of the book, and its baby copybooks move forward with the wind like wooden dolls on the ground.
At this time, a little boy chased hard, but it seemed to be racing with the little boy. After a while, the little boy seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He gnashed his teeth and stamped his feet and shouted. A wolf pounced on food, and the word "escape" fell into the "French Open". Then he ran over and said in a childish tone, "Big Brother, this is none of your business." Go ahead. I stood up, nodded, patted my eyes and said. "Thank you. I just fell, it hurts! " "It doesn't hurt!" He winked at me and ran away with a smile. At this moment, an old man hugged me, gave me a stationery bag and said lovingly. "Children get up quickly, don't catch a cold!" "I excitedly said to him," thank you! I was left alone, standing there for a long time. The warmth they gave me surrounded my heart like fire! Although I am a stranger, the enthusiasm they conveyed to me is so strong that I can't forget it for a long time.
I have always hated my father since I was 3 years old. He seldom communicates with me and cares about me. In my impression, he will always be the silent and indifferent person.
I remember one time, the first day of junior high school, I got full marks in the first math exam. I went home happily and swayed in front of my father. My father picked up the test paper, and I stood in front of him, waiting for him to praise me, but he said, "There is nothing to show off about this small achievement. Go and do your homework. " Say that finish, he gave me the test paper, without a smile on his face, expressionless. I was holding the test paper in frustration, and my tears kept coming up, getting bigger and bigger, until I alarmed my mother, who pushed the door open and asked me, "What's the matter?" What happened? Don't get along well with classmates? "I pointed to the test paper that had already been washed away by tears." Full marks, full marks on the first test, that's amazing. "hearing mom's praise is like a dazzling little sun coming out on a cloudy day. I smirked. From then on, when I got excellent grades, I never shared it with my father, because he always gave me the same sentence. I don't know if it's encouragement. Or criticism?
I still remember that it was a rainy summer, the sun was baking the earth, and the weather was very hot, but it rained cats and dogs soon, and I didn't bring an umbrella. Watching my parents pick up my classmates one by one, I am also anxiously waiting for my father. Although my dad doesn't pick up and drop off in time at ordinary times, it shouldn't fall off in rainy days. It was not until all my classmates left that I realized that my father was late ... I vaguely saw a man coming towards me with an umbrella in the rain. "How did you come here? My classmates are all gone. " I'm a little angry. "Go home first, it's raining too hard." On the way home, my father took my hand and held it tightly. I looked up at my father on that rainy day. He is tall and strong, and she holds up half the sky for me with broad shoulders. This may be the first time I feel it's good to have a father.
I never ask my father about his troubles, because I know that even if I do, he will not talk to me. There is nothing I don't know about my father's happiness. He may be a good father, hiding his troubles in his heart and sharing them with others happily!
I didn't feel anything strange when I came out of the house this morning. Everything is as usual. After breakfast, I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back.
During the first and second classes, I felt a little groggy. At the end of the third class, I fell to the ground directly under the gaze of my classmates. I don't understand what the scene in the classroom was like after I fainted, but when I woke up, I was lying in the hospital bed, sitting next to the teacher.
The teacher watched me wake up excitedly and asked me about my physical condition again and again, but the teacher's concern could not be concealed. The teacher said that I suddenly fainted like this, which frightened all the students in the classroom. I said a word to the teacher, and soon my family came over.
After this incident, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and then I was discharged from the hospital and returned to school.
As soon as I got back to school, my classmates rushed over to ask about my physical condition and advised me to pay more attention to my health in the future.
Not long after I arrived at school, my classmates chattered away, so the teacher called me to his office and said a few words to me. I was very touched, because I just heard from my classmates that I suddenly fell into a coma that day, and the teacher hugged me directly and ran to the hospital.
Although in normal times, teachers seem to ignore us, but what really happened to us, teachers are most worried. In the conversation with the teacher, I obviously felt the teacher's care for me.
The exception is that in the following days, the teacher will always ask me about my physical condition from time to time. Sometimes they even buy me some supplements. These supplements were carefully selected by the teacher and bought according to my physical condition. I still remember my parents seemed a little surprised when I brought home the tonic my teacher bought me. Finally, I always said that the teacher really cared about me.
Caring for excellent composition 5 "There is true love in the world, and true love warms people everywhere." In the past days, I always thought that only my parents would love me. It was not until I experienced an ordinary little thing that I really understood that there was true love in the world.
I remember it was a Tuesday afternoon and I was having a math class. I suddenly felt a dull pain in my stomach, so I told the teacher. The teacher came up to me and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's nothing. It won't hurt to go to the teacher's office and let the class teacher put on the medicated oil. " I also arranged for the monitor to take me to the office of the class teacher, Mr. Ou.
Because of my stomachache, it is difficult for me to take every step. The monitor helped me walk slowly to the office. Seeing my pain, Mr. Ou immediately ran to my side, picked me up and sat in her seat, and said kindly, "What's the matter?" A stomachache? Don't be afraid. "Say that finish, the teacher hurried to the medicine cabinet and took out the medicine oil, carefully wiping my aching stomach with her gentle hands. I felt the teacher's soft and warm hands moving back and forth in my stomach, and then I seemed to be in my mother's warm arms. I saw fine sweat oozing from the teacher's gentle face. I'm so touched!
But after the second class, my stomach hurts again. In the office, the teachers made a small bed with a chair next to it, so that I could lie down. The teachers around me quickly gathered around and asked me what was wrong. Mr. Zhong, who just entered the office, saw me lying on the "small bed" and immediately ran over and reached out to hold my stomach with both hands and gently pressed it. Mr. Zhong's warm hand covers my painful place and massages it. Although it still hurts, it is much more comfortable than before. My mother quickly called my father to take me to the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined it carefully. It turned out to be just acute gastroenteritis, so he said, "Let's do this! Son, a shot will soon be fine! " When I heard that I really wanted an injection, my heart couldn't help pounding and crying. The nurse kindly said to me, "Don't be afraid if the injection doesn't hurt." Sure enough, after the injection, my stomach soon stopped hurting.
It has been a long time, but it still often appears in front of my eyes, often reminding me of the care and love of teachers, the love of parents, the encouragement and relief of doctors and nurses, which moved me and made me understand that there is true love in society and true feelings everywhere in life.
There may be darkness around us from time to time in life. At this time, we should light a bright light in our hearts, let it illuminate our way forward, and let it guide us to have the value of life.
Before the first mid-term exam in junior high school, I had nothing to do all day, so I couldn't calm down and review, because I was used to the learning style of primary school and I could get excellent results without hard work. The day before the exam, watching the sunset and imagining tomorrow's success, I couldn't help laughing. At night, I looked at the small desk lamp that was still on at night and smiled again.
It was a day that I will never forget. I sat in the examination room and stared at the triumphant x, y and z on the test paper. The first time I was at a loss, the first time I was dizzy. The results came down, although I was laughing, but this time my eyes were full of tears.
This is undoubtedly a big blow to me, who has been in an environment where my classmates admire my teachers. My parents comforted me and encouraged me, but these seemed to be a kind of pressure. I changed ...
On this day, only my mother and I were at home. I looked at the light outside the window and lost in thought. The book in my hand didn't make a sound for a long time. Mom came over and patted me on the shoulder. I looked back in surprise and thought there would be a series of lectures, but I was wrong. Her lips moved, but there was no sound. All I heard was the gentle sound of my mother turning on the eye protection lamp for me. "Mom ..." I was embarrassed. My mother smiled and said to me, "We believe you!" With that, she went out and carefully closed the door.
Since the test results came out, I thought I was like a meteor falling from the sky, and immediately returned to the dark night after a brief dazzling, but at that moment, suddenly, a warm current entered my heart and lit a lamp in the dark night. I feel that my thoughts have changed.
The next day, it was still a cold Monday, but it was a little different for me, because the haze in my heart was dispelled by a lamp. The gentle and sincere "we believe in you" will always follow my road ahead and guide me through difficulties and bumps. Its light and heat will always be with me and will never disappear.
The winter wind, no longer biting, gently blows into my heart.
Caring for excellent composition 7 Caring for is warm sunshine, which will melt ice and snow; Concern is the continuous drizzle, which will make the grass break through the ground; Concern is a breeze, which will bring us a relaxed and happy life.
An old man lives next door to my house. His temples are gray, but he is healthy and his eyes are unusually bright. He is very optimistic. What we often see is his bright smile and what we often hear is his hearty laughter. But these days, the old man has become silent and unhappy. What's going on here? Upon inquiry, the old man's son was a soldier in the army and died while performing his duties. Of course, we can't understand the pain of losing our loved ones.
Caring is the only good X for treating mental trauma. We saw that the cadres in the village were very understanding and came to visit and express their condolences every three days to help the elderly clean up their houses and solve their difficulties. Soon, more villagers joined this "love activity". Some of them help the elderly to wash clothes, some buy food for the elderly, and some subsidize their living expenses. We children should not be outsiders. We all try to be "happy" for the old people, chat with them and sing to them. With everyone's concern, the old man's long-lost smile is once again displayed. When we see our children, we often buy some snacks to make us happy! Whenever I see the tears flashing in the old man's eyes, there is always an indescribable touch in my heart. ...
One day, we learned an admirable news: it turned out that the old man donated all his savings and pension for many years to the poor mountainous areas! For a long time, people were always silent, just letting tears drop. Everyone in the village knows that the old man has been living a simple life, eating frugal meals and dressing normally, but he is thinking of others and compatriots who are more difficult than himself!
Isn't this ordinary little thing that happened around me a flower that blooms under the rain and dew that people care for each other?
One day in the summer vacation, several of our classmates made an appointment to have a picnic at the seaside. But something unexpected happened. When we set out, it was sunny and sunny. When we arrived at the beach, it had become gloomy. We are all a little worried about rain, because it will be very cold when it rains on the river beach. So we spent time building a pot and a stove, trying to compete with God, but in the end we failed. It rained heavily before the water boiled, so we had to take shelter in the nearby house.
When we arrived at a family, we stood under the eaves of the yard to shelter from the rain. I felt a little bored, so I wanted to find something in the yard and found it. We all saw this scene.
An old hen crouching under a jujube tree caught our attention. The hen propped up her wings, and the heads of several chicks were exposed. It turned out that the old hen was sheltering the chicks from the wind and rain. A chicken, unwilling to be lonely, seems to want to have some fun. It squeezed out from under the hen as if to see what was happening outside. Coincidentally, a drop of rain hit its head and the chicken shivered into its mother's warm body. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the rain on the tree keeps dripping down, hitting the hen mother like pebbles. At this time, the old hen has become a veritable "drowned chicken", with all her hair stuck together and squatting there motionless.
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stamped my feet and drove the hen under the eaves. But the hen, who has always been timid, shook twice like a soldier this time, and then squatted motionless. Partners want to help, too. Everyone gathered around the hen to catch her, but she let out a few screams and stood there again. At this time, I suddenly understood that maternal love is not only our patent, but also the patent of dumb animals!
We couldn't get it under the eaves, and we didn't want to watch the rain fall on it mercilessly, so we found some boards in the yard and built a simple room for them, so that the rain wouldn't hit the hens directly. We stood quietly and shared this warm moment together.
Yes, animals and people are the same. They also have great maternal love. Shouldn't we be moved by this?
There are many unforgettable things in the world and many people I am grateful to. One of the most grateful people is my parents' concern for me. They are very kind to me, always consider problems from my point of view, and never stingy with their feelings. Sometimes they are fierce and bad, sometimes they are kind, and sometimes they are naughty and lovely like children, but they always do their best.
I remember once, it happened to be the National Day of 1 October1Sunday. I ate my grandmother's happy paradise meal and prepared to take a bath and sleep. I walked into the bathroom and suddenly my foot slipped and fell. Sadly, my foot was caught in the corner and cut by something. At this time, a hole appeared in front of my eyes, and bright red blood poured out like a broken bead. I was suddenly startled, and my head was sweating like beans, so I quickly called my parents. Mom and dad heard the shouts and rushed over. When they saw me sitting on the ground, my blood spilled all over the floor. I was shocked and worried, too.
Dad immediately wrapped me in a big towel, gently carried me out of the bathroom and wrapped me in a napkin to stop the blood from flowing all the time. My mother helped me put on my clothes and pants slowly, and every movement was very careful for fear of hurting me. After the preparation, my parents took me to the hospital. I was afraid that my feet would get cold on the road, so I wrapped them carefully with a towel. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that the wound was deep and needed several stitches. So, dad ran before and after waiting in line to register, and he was so busy that he was sweating. My mother was afraid that I was nervous, so she carried me into the operating room. I started sewing, my mother hugged me tightly, and my heart was beating fast. Finally, the operation was over, and my mother's nervous heart gradually relaxed. My parents can't sleep well at night. I always wake up to see if something hurts my foot. The next day, at first light, they went to work early again.
Looking at their gaunt faces, my eyes are red and my heart is warm.
Caring for excellent composition 10 In today's society, communication between people is very important. Once the relationship is not good, it will be very difficult in work and life, and even some people will be left out in the cold and encounter unexpected difficulties, so they need mutual understanding, tolerance and care.
At present, most people are very narrow-minded and forget the righteousness. Even some people always want others to be good to themselves, but they don't care about others and are good to others. Today's world is an interactive world. If people only care about themselves and don't care about others, then the world will be a very indifferent world, so we should start by caring about people around us and learn to care about our parents first, because each of us grew up under the care of our parents, and then care about our friends. However, don't care about the enemy and those wicked people.
I sympathize with those who are left out in the cold, like Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions. Her parents died when she was a child. Unlike Xue Baochai, she always talks and laughs with her parents. Because she had no parents, she was left out in the cold, and no one came to comfort and care for her, which made her a narrow-minded and crying girl. What is more unfair to her is that she didn't marry Jia Baoyu in the end. Some people dislike her poor health and think it is good to learn from Xue Baochai. Everyone likes Xue Baochai and asks her to marry Jia Baoyu. Lin Daiyu was even more furious, and finally the merciless heaven took away her precious life.
At present, environmental pollution is very serious. Especially in Shanxi, environmental pollution is serious, and people always don't care about nature. Every time I see someone spitting in the street, nobody cares. There are bacteria in sputum, which can easily lead to tuberculosis, and in severe cases, X will die, with very serious consequences. Others love littering, cutting down many trees, destroying the forest environment and causing environmental pollution. If this goes on, mankind will be punished.
Therefore, the world needs to care for each other, the people around it, people, countries and nature to become a warm and harmonious world.
Caring for excellent composition 1 1 Life is full of love, the love of relatives and the love of extraordinary strangers. That day, I ran on the road for a long time, panting, and finally caught the bus. There are not many people on the bus, but there is not an empty seat. Breathing heavily, I dragged myself to the guest's door and leaned against the armrest. No one got off at one stop.
At this moment, an old woman next to me said to me. "Sit here, son. I want to get off at the next stop. " I turned my eyes to her. In her opinion, grandma, who has more flowers than flowers, has a wrinkled face, black and white hair, and her lips are almost integrated with her skin. David Ashe, her body is growling, her hands are full of calluses, and from the outside, her spirit is not very good. "Grandma, you still sit by yourself. Get up at the next stop. " I said to grandma. "No, you sit down. It's not too far to the next stop. I am standing. " Grandma said, forcing me to sit down. I'm already sitting on it, so I won't say anything. But at the "Bangjiatang" station, grandma didn't mean to get off at all. I asked grandma in surprise. "Grandma, why don't you get off?" But grandma didn't seem to hear it, just looking at the scenery outside the window. After more than ten stops, there was finally a seat on the bus, and grandma sat down.
I thought: Did she deliberately lie and give me her seat? I am puzzled to find the answer. I had to ask several times, but I didn't speak. After five or six stops, I got off the bus and grandma followed me. The answer was finally revealed, and a complex state of mind surged in my heart. Young my children, and other people's children; Old people, and people's age. The old man protected my seedlings with that white lie. The farther away that grandma is, the more she disappears into my eyes. But she stayed in my mind. If strangers who often help me warm strangers in my heart, their love will eventually benefit me. (love)