Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart. Where is the affection?
My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.
I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches.
After learning the news, my mother put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "superluminal speed".
In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears pouring out of my eyes.
At this point, my mother ran into the ward, took my hand and comforted me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep.
I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back. It shook gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.
When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a spoonful of nectar in my mouth and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her-my beloved mother.
Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence at the moment. I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment.
Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence.
Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Feelings are like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage. Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!
Family is here!
here
In autumn, the campus is sunny and the bell rings. Students came into the classroom one after another. After a while, the teacher came with a test paper in his hand. After handing it out, everyone began to answer questions nervously. When I picked up the pen I had prepared and was writing, somehow the pen just wouldn't come out. Looking at the serious appearance of my classmates, I was so anxious that my hands trembled.
Helpless, I hastily wrote all the words on the draft paper, but there was still no ink at all. I couldn't help feeling angry and grabbed my pen and shook it a few times. This is really unexpected. I turned anger into joy and took a pen to write on the test paper. Suddenly I looked up and found a black ink mark on the new skirt of a female classmate in the front row.
"Oh, no, what shall we do?" I know I'm in big trouble "Fortunately, she hasn't found it yet!" Eyes staring at her back, I don't know what to do.
"Tell her! Will she scold me? Will I pay for her new skirt? " I reached out my trembling hand and shrank back. I can't imagine. I just pretended that nothing had happened and continued to work on the test questions.
Writing, always uneasy, as if doing something wrong. As soon as I saw the black plum blossom print in front of me, I felt it was laughing at me: "You coward, coward!" " "I can't help but face a hot. I silently told myself, "Be honest or tell her the truth! "! So as not to make mistakes again. "Finally, I plucked up my courage, patted her on the shoulder and said trembling," I'm sorry, I accidentally spilled ink on your skirt just now. " Then I watched her carefully, waiting for her to get angry. Unexpectedly, she looked at herself, smiled nonchalantly and said, "Nothing. Just go home and wash. If it really can't be washed, it will add color to the skirt. " After listening to the relaxed words, my heart in my throat was put back in its original place, and suddenly a warm current surged all over my body.
Walking on my way home, the scene that happened in Chinese class reappeared in front of my eyes. Recalling the simple and sincere words of the girl in the front row, watching her fading back, I took my feet and strode forward, holding hands with her, talking and laughing while walking.
Because of my frankness, and because of her tolerance and kindness, my classmates are very happy. I feel very happy to study in such a class, and I feel very warm to live in such a group.