[Warm and fragrant flowers]
Winter seems very long. Sunshine, it's been so warm for a long time. Lian Xin is frozen all winter. I suddenly found that the weather is getting better every day, especially for us children in the north. The world, like a night's sleep, wicker turns green instantly, trees sprout instantly, and the faint green between heaven and earth spreads silently. Gardenia, roses and other flowers in the yard have changed their withered appearance and sprouted full of vitality. Inadvertently, I saw Clivia, which is the most inconspicuous flower in my eyes. The long and narrow leaves on both sides are light green all year round, not magnificent, beautiful and refined, and not fragrant. Clivia is probably like this. But when I saw it, a rhizome was pulled out in the middle of its leaves, and a bunch of flowers and bones were supported at the top of the stem. Some have blossomed, and the orange petals are thin and long, tightly surrounded together, like horns and torches, dignified and elegant, but beautiful and elegant. Will Clivia also blossom? Why have I never seen Clivia blossom at home for so many years? Like a miracle, blooming in my heart. It is also like a beautiful dream, so unreal and so real. It's simple, mom said, because of the temperature. With warmth, Clivia can blossom.
[Warmth and Growth]
Suddenly, I seem to understand that I have grown up a lot. Perhaps warmth is really a beautiful and tenacious force. When a person feels warm inside and learns to give warmth to others, it shows that he has learned to love himself and bring love to others. I have always felt that the students in my class are like an impregnable castle, an unreal mirage, gorgeous and inaccessible. In fact, now that I think about it, that's just an excuse for my unpopularity. Yourself, and take the initiative to contact them, and take the initiative to get to know them? I remember that sunny afternoon, at the school sports meeting, he sat silently and sadly on the grass because he ran third. I approached him and sat next to him. The breeze across my face is refreshing. What happened? Unhappy? He obviously didn't realize that I would say this sentence. Then, say no. "In fact, losing the sports meeting won't have any effect, will it?" "No." He hesitated. "Your play, not normal? In fact, according to your level, the first is no problem. " I comforted him. He whispered, "It's the teacher. I am afraid that the first one to participate in the training will affect my study and deliberately let me run. " I can't feel his pain and face the pain that can be lost. I'm also surprised that he can tell me the truth. "The teacher is good to you." "But I hate him." "Is it better not to train your study?" "Yes, in fact, I thought you would support the teacher. In fact, I thought you had always been a standard inaccessible good student. " oh Yes, in the eyes of my classmates, I am not a brilliant and inaccessible good student, a monitor who doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand them at all. "Now that we have lost the opportunity to exercise, let's concentrate on our studies." "Hmm. I will work hard. " At that moment, in that short conversation, I really understood that the distance between heart and heart is sometimes very close and sometimes very far. It's just that you have used sincerity to melt indifference and warmth to melt ice and snow. Sometimes, the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, nor is it far apart, but I am by your side, but you don't know, I know you. A cold heart learns to be warm, even if it is small and short-lived.
[warm stranded]
In today's increasingly emotional desertification, people with love have been persistently looking for a warm oasis. The word "warmth" seems to remain in my memory. In the face of classmates' help, although we can, we say "no"; In the face of the teacher's painstaking efforts, the cold heart was not touched; Facing the firm company of my friends, I didn't feel cold. We take "1.2.3." As a reason; We use the excuse of remembering "ABC"; We take learning "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties" as an excuse; We should take "rank, rank, dry, faint Nanshan" as a cover, and then ignore everything and dilute our emotions. Busy all day for homework, running around all day for grades, we gradually numb, gradually ignore, ignore those most beautiful touches. I don't know whether we are at dusk on a rainy night or on a snowy night, looking at the deep soul and turning to smile at it. I wonder if we can feel the warmth and spread in the silent forest and lonely seaside. Parents, teachers and friends, the silk thread of their love can't penetrate our cold hearts, because the secular circulation has filled our hearts with indifference. Sunny beach, blue sea and blue sky, warm as a boat, stranded on the weathered water.
When the rain drops on thousands of hearts, the spring breeze blows ten thousand green willows. If there is no intention of the east wind, there will be leisure in spring. Spring breeze melts the cold snow in winter, can it also melt that cold heart? Looking at a few stars flickering faintly in the blue sky, I saw the bright moon, like a boat, riding it, I went to look for the warmth stuck in my memory.
Some people say that maternal love is like a cup of hot tea; Some people say that maternal love is like a clear spring; Some people say that maternal love is like a street lamp ... I say maternal love is like a spring breeze.
Spring breeze always gives people a gentle feeling, blowing on the face, very comfortable! Do you think this is an inappropriate metaphor for maternal love? I think it's perfect. Motherly love is not vigorous and does not need to add fuel to the fire, but it does not bring you a trace of warmth all the time. When we are hurt, maternal love soothes our hearts like spring breeze; When we encounter difficulties, maternal love soothes our hearts like spring breeze; When we encounter setbacks, maternal love soothes our hearts like spring breeze. ...
I believe everyone has had this experience: on the eve of primary school graduation, whenever we burn the midnight oil to review our lessons, there will always be a mother to accompany us and prepare a cup of hot tea or supper for you; When we were five or six years old, on summer nights, we were always upset by the buzzing sound of mosquitoes. At this time, mother will bring a cattail leaf fan to help you drive away mosquitoes and let you sleep peacefully, but she is soaked with sweat. When we first learned to walk, your mother always supported you. Every time you fall, it touches your mother's heart, but she still has to be strong and say to you, baby, it doesn't matter. Get up after falling and move on. ...
These things are insignificant, but maternal love is like this, there is no feat, only the dribs and drabs of life.
Motherly love, like spring breeze, brings us warmth and emotion, which is worth cherishing in our hearts forever!