Affection, friendship and love prose 1 affection, friendship and love
Family is the warmest heaven.
In this warm embrace, no matter what troubles and unhappiness you encounter, that's where you talk. You can shout out your grievances, and you can shout out your helplessness without restraint; In this warm home, you can release your happiness, indulge in front of the person you love, and it doesn't matter if you shout at will, haha. Because relatives know you, love you and spoil you. When you are in trouble, or when you are sick, your relatives are still the first people who care about you. When your career is successful, you are the greatest joy and pride of your loved ones. They are proud of you. Affection is the most selfless, sweetest and complete love. I love my relatives, and my family keeps me warm and moist.
Friendship is an endless forest. There are always new friends.
We know more and more people now, but fewer and fewer people are familiar with them. Because of the progress of others, because of our own progress, or the progress of society, friendship is also changing quietly. Few people are willing to read you and understand you, because everyone is busy for themselves. No one can accompany you all the time, listen to your thoughts, listen to your unhappy and depressed whispers, because everyone has such a mood. Friendship is sometimes happy. When our interests and feelings are consistent, we will feel incomparable heart to heart and heart to heart. This feeling is not happy until our hearts beat together.
Love is an impossible hand. It changes quickly.
Love is the happiness that everyone of us is pursuing and yearning for, and no one can refuse love. But love is a free bird. No one can catch this bird. It will always belong to itself. Just like every deck of cards, when love is sweet, everyone is happy, and they love each other very much, snuggling up to each other and touching each other. But love has changed, divided, and it has its own taste. It's just that it's hard to be alone with love, it's hard to be uncomfortable and painful, and tears are all blood. Love is both happy and sad.
With the development of the times, it is now the twenty-third century. People nowadays are very realistic. They are not as kind and tolerant as before. Now they are cruel and ignorant. Everyone is for their own good, regardless of the comfort of others. In the end, they only kill their own compatriots. What a tragedy! ! !
One day, a child and an adult went shopping together. The child is cute and naughty, and will be hit by a car soon. Children don't know, adults just shouted: be careful with the car. But young children don't know that their living life is over! All the people present were not sad, but hurried by only to see another car coming. When the car sees the child, it still has to hit, alas. I felt very sad at that time, but I was also scared! I decided to help the child. I stepped forward, took out a piece of white cloth from my bag and covered the child. I finally got through it. The child's father came to me and said, you ... the child is not dead at all, and you covered him with a white cloth. I want to sue you. When I heard this sentence, it was like a series of lightning struck me. The father of the child really only thinks about himself. When the father saw me, he stopped talking and said, either lose money or go to the public security bureau. I said: Go away, am I still afraid of you? The child's father saw this scene and ran away at once. But the child was still lying there, and I resisted. I immediately called the police and the police rushed to the scene. The child has been dead for hours. If I were that child, I would have been chilling. There is such a father in the world!
This incident is really chilling. My father cares nothing about himself and wants to make some money with it. This is the lost family! !
Time flies, but I can't erase the overlapping memories, as if they were vivid and drifting for thousands of years.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who went to school one day. Somehow, she has a kind of unspeakable distress, as if the gods controlled her. This made her feel dizzy, stiff limbs and weak. It makes people feel like a bird that has been locked up for a long time and lost the ability to fly. Morning exercises, the students all went down. She lay quietly on the table, like a cold jade that sank into the sea. Finally, she was sent to the clinic, and her father came to meet her at school. Mom and dad accompanied her to the hospital. When waiting in line, the crowded crowd made her breathe hard. After seeing a doctor, the doctor said, "It's drug poisoning, which inhibits people's nerves. Take her to gastric lavage. " Mother said, "She took the medicine three times, and every time she took it according to the standards of adults." Doctor: "I ate by mistake. It's no use washing your stomach like that. It has been digested. " . So you sign first and take her to the ward for an intravenous drip! "Bright red words are printed on paper.
When she arrived in the ward, the depressed atmosphere made her nervous. I had an intravenous drip, and even an electrocardiogram and an oxygen mask were used. Scared her, she grabbed her mother's hand and held it tightly. Mother comforted: "Don't be afraid, mother is here." The little girl looked at her mother with wide eyes. She's a little sleepy. After a while, she felt someone calling her. It turned out to be her sister Lili, and she touched her head gently. Said, "it's hard, isn't it?" Leaning on my sister. " Suddenly, the little girl woke up. Mom is with her, and dad is lying in bed. It turned out that everything in front of me was a dream. When I woke up, everything was gone. She does have a sister who has been dead for many years. When my sister died, she was still an infant. She had never seen her sister, but she clearly saw the vague figure, the warm hand and the loving words. .....
At that time, she even said her last words and saw through the beauty of this world. Prepare to die, hold your sister's hand and follow her. It was my sister who gave her the courage to live and lit her heart. This is a true story. This little girl is me. The story is still so long, who doesn't want to hear it?
Four winds, the prose of affection, friendship and love, is silent and blows the earth green; Love, silence, moistens the soul.
I used to think that my father was a slow person.
When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.
Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.
When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.
It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.
Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.
..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...
I began to look for the answer with my heart.
Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.
I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.
Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.
Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.
The file on the desk was put by my father.
The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.
The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.
……
Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!
Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.
Fatherly love, speechless.
Family, Friendship and Love Prose 5 Parents are kind to us, it is not easy to raise us, and we can't repay them all our lives. When I grow up, sometimes I can't stay with my parents because of my work, and I ignore my parents because of my hobbies and entertainment. They want us to care more about them, often go back to see them, chat with them and talk from the heart. We will regret it when they leave us one day. So affection is precious.
I don't know if you have seen such public service advertisements. When my son came back from work, his father didn't know him and wouldn't open the door for him. He just took the photo in his hand and said, this is my son. Thinking that he might not see his son all the year round, worrying about him and getting Alzheimer's disease. Doesn't it hurt to be a son? There are also such scenes. My son and father went to a friend's house for dinner, so my father hid jiaozi in his shoes. My son asked him why he did it. He said, "This is my son's favorite food. I want to take it home. " It can be seen that our parents think about us all the time. When I was a child, I was away all the year round. How many times did my parents need us? How many lonely nights did they spend without us? Worry about us, worry about us, and when they are old and sick, how can they enjoy happiness and how can we repay them, so family ties are precious.
Time flies, you won't come back. However, we won't have time to get together with our parents and be filial to them. Then we will regret it, so family ties are precious and should be cherished.
Family, friendship and love prose 6 Memories bow their heads in the noise, and silence and sunshine alternate in the dark. Dad took me with his love, coming in the wind and going in the rain. There is always a distance in the incomplete years, and that distance is full of heavy fatherly love. ...
When I was a child, I always argued with my father about all kinds of things in life. My father is also a child. He accompanied me to grow up in the noisy days. Until that year ...
That year, my father was sent by my superiors on a business trip, which meant that I had to go through several months of domination. But it's not as simple as I thought. My father's disappearance makes me feel that owning is no longer a meaningful thing. Later, my father called home for the first time after a business trip. The voice from the other end of the phone is so strange and haggard that people can clearly feel the horror of distance. Fragments of the past collide in my mind, and I seem to see a thin father trying to give his ignorant daughter more things. ...
When my father came back, he sent me to school again. I don't know if the sense of treasure in that distance made me take out the boiled eggs in my pocket. However, he doesn't need it. He's so tired! My idea, it's too late I saw his back: so weak, so thin! I resisted the urge to cry. ...
On the day when my father left again, when I sent him away, my eyes were more concerned and cherished.
This distance is full of heavy fatherly love. On that day, I understood a truth: I don't know how to cherish what I have, but I may no longer have it when I know how to cherish it, so don't love them too late.
With the development of the times, it is already the twenty-third century. People nowadays are very realistic. They are not as kind and tolerant as before. Now they are cruel and ignorant. Everyone is for their own good, regardless of the comfort of others. In the end, they only kill their own compatriots. What a tragedy! ! !
One day, a child and an adult went shopping together. The child is cute and naughty, and will be hit by a car soon. Children don't know, adults just shouted: be careful with the car. But young children don't know that their living life is over! All the people present were not sad, but hurried by only to see another car coming. When the car sees the child, it still has to hit, alas. I felt very sad at that time, but I was also scared! I decided to help the child. I stepped forward, took out a piece of white cloth from my bag and covered the child. I finally got through it. The child's father came to me and said, you ... the child is not dead at all, and you covered him with a white cloth. I want to sue you. When I heard this sentence, it was like a series of lightning struck me. The father of the child really only thinks about himself. When the father saw me, he stopped talking and said, either lose money or go to the public security bureau. I said: Go away, am I still afraid of you? The child's father saw this scene and ran away at once. But the child was still lying there, and I resisted. I immediately called the police and the police rushed to the scene. The child has been dead for hours. If I were that child, I would have been chilling. There is such a father in the world!
This incident is really chilling. My father cares nothing about himself and wants to make some money with it. This is the lost family! !
Family, Friendship and Love Prose 8 Time flies, but I can't erase the overlapping memories, as if they were vivid and drifting for thousands of years.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who went to school one day. Somehow, she has a kind of unspeakable distress, as if the gods controlled her. This made her feel dizzy, stiff limbs and weak. It makes people feel like a bird that has been locked up for a long time and lost the ability to fly. Morning exercises, the students all went down. She lay quietly on the table, like a cold jade that sank into the sea. Finally, she was sent to the clinic, and her father came to meet her at school. Mom and dad accompanied her to the hospital. When waiting in line, the crowded crowd made her breathe hard. After seeing a doctor, the doctor said, "It's drug poisoning, which inhibits people's nerves. Take her to gastric lavage. " Mother said, "She took the medicine three times, and every time she took it according to the standards of adults." Doctor: "I ate by mistake. It's no use washing your stomach like that. It has been digested. " . So you sign first and take her to the ward for an intravenous drip! "Bright red words are printed on paper.
When she arrived in the ward, the depressed atmosphere made her nervous. I had an intravenous drip, and even an electrocardiogram and an oxygen mask were used. Scared her, she grabbed her mother's hand and held it tightly. Mother comforted: "Don't be afraid, mother is here." The little girl looked at her mother with wide eyes. She's a little sleepy. After a while, she felt someone calling her. It turned out to be her sister Lili, and she touched her head gently. Said, "it's hard, isn't it?" Leaning on my sister. " Suddenly, the little girl woke up. Mom is with her, and dad is lying in bed. It turned out that everything in front of me was a dream. When I woke up, everything was gone. She does have a sister who has been dead for many years. When my sister died, she was still an infant. She had never seen her sister, but she clearly saw the vague figure, the warm hand and the loving words. .....
At that time, she even said her last words and saw through the beauty of this world. Prepare to die, hold your sister's hand and follow her. It was my sister who gave her the courage to live and lit her heart. This is a true story. This little girl is me. The story is still so long, who doesn't want to hear it?