With the passage of time, it has been more than a year since the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan. Whenever I sit in the spacious and bright classroom, I will think of my classmates who are far away from the disaster area in Sichuan. As we all know, after the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan last year, almost all classrooms in the disaster area were severely damaged, which seriously affected the study of students in the disaster area. As the saying goes: the world has its own true feelings! Children all over the country have donated their books and learning tools, so that students in disaster areas can pick up books and learn knowledge again. At that time, we saw the students in the disaster area studying hungrily in the makeshift classroom. More than a year, have their learning conditions improved? All these problems have been entangled in my mind.
It is gratifying that one side is in trouble and all sides support it. All over the country have lent a helping hand, donated money and materials, and fully supported the construction of disaster areas. Although we don't know each other, all the students in the school did their best and donated all their pocket money to the disaster area. Brand-new buildings, spacious roads and modern teaching buildings have sprung up in the ruins. People in Sichuan disaster areas have lived in new houses, resumed production and students have gone to school again.
5. 12 leaves people with ruins, where you will go and too many tears ... but it leaves people with more dreams and love, which money can't buy. This also fully shows how great our motherland is and how affectionate our compatriots are. What I want to say is: there is a future with love, and there is hope with love! For a stronger motherland tomorrow, let's all give our love! ! !
Teachers are hard-working gardeners, who carefully cultivate young flower seedlings; The teacher is a hardworking bee, making delicious honey; Teachers are the bright lights at night, illuminating the direction of students' progress. If I were an eagle flying in the blue sky, the teacher's love would give me wings to take off; If I am a brave soldier, the teacher's love gives me the strength to fight; If I am an immortal torch, the teacher's love is the brilliant light.
The teacher's love is hidden in the red tick in the exercise book. It's late at night, everyone is asleep, and you are still correcting a mountain of exercise books. Whenever you see a bright red tick in your exercise book, you will smile with deep love and satisfaction. Because you are proud of us, you know that your efforts have not been in vain. Under your careful cultivation, we grow sturdily day by day like seedlings.
The teacher's love is in those bright eyes. If someone doesn't listen carefully in class, you will remind him with your eyes. When that classmate understands, you will smile at him. Your eyes seem to say, "It's good to listen carefully in class." During the exam, some students look around when they are finished. You can tell them with your eyes to check carefully and try to get a good grade in the exam.
The teacher's love is hidden in the earnest words. A few days ago, I took part in a drama interest class organized by the school, but I didn't want to practice halfway. The teacher pulled me aside, stroked my head and said, "Song Ge, if you give up now, won't your previous efforts be in vain?" ? Giving up halfway will never succeed. "I thought, yes, everything can't give up halfway. Later, the program I performed even appeared on TV, and a proud smile appeared on your face.
Teacher, your love is on the red hook of that homework; Your love is in those bright eyes; Your love is in sincere words. ...
What is love in 400 words? Love is trust; Love is power; Love is a promise; Love is glory. This is the central theme in the first lesson of school broadcast by CCTV. I was particularly moved after reading it, which turned out to be the most common in my eyes; The humblest love is so precious. No wonder some people say: love is great; Love is selfless; Love can be changed for others. Today, I deeply realized love.
For example, the 5. 12 earthquake fully reflected the selfless love of people all over the world; The typhoon in Taiwan Province Province, even if you donate a little money, can help them build a school, so that compatriots in Taiwan Province Province can feel the affection across the Taiwan Strait. Even if your love is as light as a feather, it will be as heavy as Mount Tai.
There is such a true story: a boy of 14 years old lived with his grandmother since childhood and never had a birthday. Grandma has diabetes. Because her family was poor, she had to reduce her medical expenses, which led to her insomnia. The boy has been cooking since he was five years old. He runs home from school every day and takes his grandmother out for a walk. He takes care of his grandmother at home every day. Even so, the boy's performance ranks in the top 20 among more than 50 students in the class. In this way, love can be completely changed for others.
Today, I deeply realized love.
A casual word can reflect another kind of love. So, I wrote a word with my calligraphy as a gift to my mother on March 8.
I bought rice paper with pocket money and found the words "Happy Mother's Day" on the copybook. When my mother is not at home, I practice writing.
In the process of practice, the hardest word to say is "music". Although it has only a few strokes in simplified Chinese characters, it is a very difficult guy to write in traditional Chinese characters. Look at it lying on the copybook, it's heavier to write vertically and
Powerful, powerful, powerful. Perhaps it is as powerful as human limbs. Because I was too nervous to write well, the vertical bar became stuttering and the paragraphs kept going, but the hook in my hand was either bowed or pointed, which was really full of loopholes! I secretly complain in my heart: damn vertical hook, when can I write you well! But on second thought, I must insist on giving my mother a surprise for tomorrow's festival! I don't know how many times I practiced it, but my handwriting is getting better and better, almost the same as that on the copybook. The vertical line is straight and strong. I boldly wrote it on rice paper and wrote a few small words on the right side of "Congratulations from my daughter Liu Lihui". I left the date "March 7, 2008" on the left.
I didn't wrap it in shiny paper, but my heart has been wrapped. On March 8, I gave it to my mother. My mother was taken aback and ecstatic. She hugged me and kissed my face. Maybe love is as simple as that!
Love is a fire that can burn the troubles in my heart, but I have never felt love before, because my father and mother often quarreled until then. ...
I remember once, my mother quarreled with me because I didn't study well. My mother called my father back in a rage. On the phone, my mother scolded my father a few words. After a while, my father came back and picked me up to coax me when he saw me crying, but my mother continued to talk about it. My dad put me to bed. He thought I was asleep and went out. Actually, I didn't fall asleep at all. My father and mother are arguing fiercely outside. At that moment, I cried. I tried to cover my ears with a quilt so that I couldn't hear the quarrel.
Another time, my dad drank too much, and my mom casually said something to him, but my dad clung to it and scolded my mom on the spot. Because of the severe scolding, my mother's tears flowed down. They were still quarrelling when I came back, so I had to go back to my room and close the door silently.
I thought mom and dad would be deadlocked all the time, but a few days later, I came back from the outside and suddenly saw mom and dad sitting there watching TV happily. They didn't quarrel, but talked about what was on TV. There was no foul language in their words. At this moment, I really felt happiness and love.
Love is actually very simple and easy to get. Everyone gives a little, and love is everywhere in life.
One day in the summer vacation, I went to my grandmother's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a cry of "Wang Wang", and then a lovely puppy ran out. I saw it covered with black and white fur, like several pieces of charcoal of different sizes scattered in the snow. On the round head, there are a pair of shiny big eyes. I fell in love with it at once and named it "Doby".
"Doby" has flexible limbs and quick actions, especially those sensitive ears, and can hear extremely subtle and far-reaching sounds. Every time I go back to my grandmother's house, she is always the first to say hello to me, skip around and kiss my trouser legs. Once, I was unhappy. "Doby" seemed to read my mind and ran towards me, bowing and rolling, like an acrobat. It didn't stop until it made me laugh.
Once, I accidentally threw the key into Doby's eye, and it screamed with pain. I looked at its uncomfortable appearance, distressed and regretted. I am worried about its eyes. I am afraid that it will hate me and will not play with me in the future. Who knows, a few days later, its eyes recovered. He still likes playing with me as before and is not angry with me at all. When I came home, it fell in front of the door to meet me; When I left, it ran downstairs to see me off.
However, the happy days were too short. "Doby" went out to play and got separated from his grandfather. When I learned the news, I was very sad, because that was my best friend. Every time I see someone else's dog, I think of poor Doby. Now, it's winter, and it's cold outside. "Doby", are you taken in by a good family or wandering the streets? I really hope you live a happy life! I will miss you forever.
I learned many articles about "love" in the past, and there are many touching places. What impressed me the most was "maternal love". Not long ago, I once again deeply felt the greatness of maternal love.
This is a beautiful night. I went out to play after supper. Playing and playing, I accidentally saw a scene: a young mother was pulling a child with handfuls of candy in her hand. He looked at his mother while eating, with a sweet smile on his face. And the mother, also looking at the children, said something. Although I don't know what they said, I can see that it was a very happy thing. After a while, the child broke free from his mother's hand and walked in front. I was attracted by the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, a big dog came from a distance. I was scared at that time, too, because dogs have big eyes and show fierce eyes from time to time. At this point, the mother also noticed something and wanted to get it.
Holding the child, the child has gone far. Without saying anything, the mother ran to the child, ran to the child and picked the child up. Although the child was not injured, the mother's leg was bitten by a dog, and blood flowed down from the leg. The child cried, and the mother put on a smiling face and only said, "Good boy, don't cry, isn't mom there?"
After this, I was moved. As the song goes: "Love is the call of the soul, love is the spring breeze of the world, and love is the source of life." Let's praise love together!