M is hot milk tea every morning; O is the mother's kiss on the child's cheek; T is a scented washboard; H is indoctrination; E is those gentle eyes; On the other hand, R is an exquisite children's book. String these lovely letters together, and a very warm word-mom appears.
To tell the truth, whenever I see the word "mom", my heart is always full of feelings that I can't express. I admire my mother, not because she has a pair of hands that can cook a good meal and knit a beautiful scarf, but because she has a heart of gold, which makes me moved and admired.
It was just the beginning of school. /kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, I rushed into the house with new books and counted one or two books like a baby ... Why is there a Chinese book missing? Suddenly, I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around and taking out my schoolbag anxiously, but there was no sign of my Chinese book. Shit! I must have accidentally lost it on my way home just now. What should I do? I have to go to the bookstore to buy one. However, will my mother go out to buy books for me? I had to explain my intention to my mother with trepidation. "Oh, never mind. I'll go to the bookstore after dinner. " My mother said airily that she didn't blame me. I looked up in panic and found my mother looking at me affectionately. Her eyes, full of pity for me, like a clean stream, calmed my anxiety. I looked at her gratefully, and the stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
After dinner, my mother put on her coat in a hurry and pushed her bike away. At night, it's quiet, and the ringing bell is especially ringing in the alley. I waited anxiously in the house. An hour passed ... two hours passed ... suddenly, the bell rang outside. Sitting in the room, I jumped up and rushed over. When I opened the door, my mother's smile was still gentle in the cold wind, with a Chinese book in her hand. Outside, although autumn is getting stronger, maternal love is more precious and touching. I was so moved that I silently thanked myself for having such a good mother.
There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, and only maternal love is the greatest. Even if it is brought to the whole world, it cannot surpass the greatness, selflessness, preciousness and purity of maternal love. I really want to shout: "Mom, I worship you!" " "
My favorite book
Since childhood, I have read many books, some of which are forgotten soon after reading, and some of which are deeply engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten. My favorite book is the Harry Potter series.
The book describes the story of an orphan named Harry Potter who enters the magical world and struggles with evil and dark forces with his companions. How wonderful the world in the book is! Clear and calm lake water, clear and clear sky, towering and majestic castle, enchanted tall dome, portraits of people walking alone … Open the page, another world, another sky suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. Ms Rowling has created such a fascinating magical world that it seems within reach. However, all fantasies are based on reality, and no matter how bizarre the story is, it cannot be separated from reality.
Gradually, the sky is no longer clear, the lake is no longer clear, and Hogwarts is no longer a pure land. Death, darkness, betrayal and escape occupy everything. Is this a dreamy fairy tale? Racial discrimination, slave labor, the concept of family status, the desire for money and power, and the incompetent government ... I found the reality of cold vinegar in the magical world, and the once dreamy world became the same as the real world-dark, flattering, cunning and unscrupulous ... In the world of Harry Potter, fairy tales gradually faded away, and we had to face the loss of broken dreams.
But this return to reality does not mean that we are afraid of reality. There are too many responsibilities in the real world, but we can't escape. As Hagrid said, "what should come will come, and once it comes, accept it." (From the last sentence of Goblet of Fire) Did you just give up your dream? Of course not, even Harry? Harry Potter and Hogwarts is still lying on the page, but we keep pursuing our dreams in real life and cherish all the beautiful things in our hearts. We're not Peter? Pan, just like Harry will eventually face Voldemort, we will grow up one day, and reality will stand in front of us one day, but we can face it with confidence and never give up, because we still have dreams.
Growing up won't diminish my enthusiasm for Harry Potter. Perhaps, when we were asleep, an owl was flying over the roof with a letter, flying quietly. ...
This is my favorite book, a magical book. It first brought me into a fantastic dream, and then let me rediscover the real world in the magical world, and more clearly and profoundly discovered the infinite charm of real life.
One of my favorite aphorisms
"The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." This sentence always gives me the greatest encouragement when I am most helpless and gives me strength when I am most vulnerable. So its calligraphy banner is posted in my study, which has always inspired me.
It's my favorite saying. Looking at this poem, I will think of that unforgettable trip to Huangshan. On that day, my parents and I came to the dream Huangshan in high spirits. Facing the majestic Huangshan Mountain, I can't help but exclaim. At this time, my parents suggested that our family of three should have a mountaineering competition. I looked at my childish parents and agreed without saying anything. At the beginning, I was far ahead. I couldn't help laughing when I watched the two old children climb up with all their strength. Gradually, the road becomes narrow and steep, and pebbles slip from foot to foot from time to time. I'm exhausted and panting like a cow. I couldn't hold on any longer. I just sat on the ground and felt my whole body was falling apart. At this time, a word flashed in my mind: "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." That's true. Maybe climbing a mountain sounds like a simple task.
However, on the way to climb the mountain, it is full of hardships and tribulations. However, difficulties can't stop any soldier with tenacious perseverance. As long as you advance fearlessly, the victory will definitely belong to you. So, after a short rest, I staggered to my feet and took another heavy step. At this time, I saw the top of the mountain, and I saw the top of the mountain that I wanted to reach through hard work. I understand that the peak of victory is not far away, and I am only one step away from it. But I can't cross it anyway, and my legs are as heavy as lead. I gritted my teeth and tried my best to climb up. Every step is so difficult, the sweat on my face flows into my eyes, my eyes are spicy and my vision is blurred. But I didn't stop and moved slowly. Finally, I succeeded. I actually walked to the top of the mountain!
I sat on the top of the mountain, and the oncoming cool breeze took away all my fatigue. Looking down at the earth, my heart seems to have grown up in an instant: only by unremitting efforts and hard training can I succeed. Yes, the sword must be sharpened. Plum blossoms will have a gourd-like fragrance only after biting cold.
Life is the same, full of hardships and bumps, but as long as you have strong perseverance, victory will not live up to your hopes. My favorite famous saying is "The sword comes from grinding, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."
What I admire most is
What I admire most is tolerance. As the saying goes: "All rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance;" The wall stands thousands of miles, and there is no desire. " This sentence means that we should be broad-minded and tolerant of others. "Generosity is the greatest thing."-The famous star Owen is also telling us to be generous.
I'll tell you a tolerant story: a venerable elder found a chair beside the high wall of a temple, and he knew that someone had used it to climb over the wall outside the temple. The elder moved a chair and waited here by feeling. At midnight, the young monk climbed up the wall and jumped on the "chair". He felt that the "chair" was not as hard, soft and even a little elastic as before. After landing, the young monk looked intently and realized that the chair had become an elder. It turned out that he jumped on the elder, who picked him up with his spine. The young monk left anxiously, and then waited nervously for the elders. But this elder didn't do this, and didn't mention the matter of "knowing you and me from heaven to earth" at all. The young monk was inspired by the tolerance of his elders. He kept his heart and never climbed over the wall again. Through hard training, he became the leader of the temple and became the elder here a few years later. Tolerance requires not only "magnanimity", but also the wisdom of self-cultivation. In fact, only broad-minded people will naturally use tolerance. If the protagonist "elder" of this story moves to a chair, there is nothing to say to the young monk "to make an example". The young monk may be bound from now on, but he will never really reflect and there will be no future stories. Let me once again understand the motto in our Chinese book: it is great to tolerate all rivers; The wall stands a thousand miles, and it is just without desire.
Therefore, a person is not a real hero without a generous heart. We want to be broad-minded, so how can we do it? The class we live in is made up of groups, and the group we live in is made up of many people. For the harmony and unity of the collective, and for everyone to live happily in the collective, we should learn to be generous to others, not care about trivial matters, be kind to others and live in harmony with others from an early age. As long as you tolerate others, others will tolerate you.