Affection is the care that blood is thicker than water. A person is bound and trapped by love from birth. The most important feeling in a person's life is affection. When you grow up from a babbling baby to an indomitable man, how much effort your parents have paid for you, watching your parents' increasingly rickety back and the wrinkles around your mother's eyes, as children, this affection is still unknown to us all our lives.
Friendship is the support of wind and rain. As the saying goes: "Depend on your parents at home and your friends when you go out." True friendship is precious. For friends, some people will do anything, such as Guan Yu and Zhang Fei; For friends, some people are willing to be green leaves and pay silently, just like Engels. "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." Wang Ming of the Tang Dynasty was able to travel all the way from Chang 'an to Hangzhou to celebrate his friend's birthday because of his friendship. Because of friendship, Guan has gone through five customs and cut six generals, walking alone for thousands of miles; Engels can pay silently behind Max for 20 years because of friendship. Too many examples have proved the preciousness of friendship, so we should know how to cherish it.
Love is the dullness of mutual concern. Love is like an altar of daughter red. The longer, the better. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. Love doesn't need to be vigorous, and it doesn't need to be vows of eternal love. It is a concern between two people, a ray of tenderness. There is no need to quote Qi Mei between lovers, which is unequal; There's no need to be inseparable, it's too melodramatic. Love is like a diamond, even if it is abandoned in a pile of stones, it will not lose its original luster after years of baptism, but will be more brilliant. "If the two feelings last for a long time, sooner or later." Distance produces beauty, and time can prove the loyalty and eternity of love.
In this way, these three feelings are like a lifetime trip, lingering. It's rare to come here once in the world, so why be confused in this short life? Cherish the feelings around you, they will leave a clear picture in your heart.
The first is to moisten things quietly, the wind is silent, and the green earth is blown; 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. Is it because my father can't express his feelings, or ... I began to look for answers with my heart.
Every time, there is something wrong with my car. The next day, it was repaired and polished. I didn't know it was my father until afterwards.
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.
The second chapter is the affection between mother and child, an eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that accompanied us through every unforgettable day and wrote our colorful life.
Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future. More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.
However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression. It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are just separated by a gorge, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.
The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because affection is bound to be a reunion of mother and son.
Third, love your son deeply and feed him back. There is true love, there is true love. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.
Everyone said that the father loves mountains, the mother's love is like water, the mother's love is gentle and sincere, the father loves mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a cheerful love song. In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to residents here. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but found in the ruins that the young couple were carrying heavy objects with their own bodies, while the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.
Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and was ill in bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother groaning in the hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, he was heartbroken and decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." What day did Shi Guo answer with action? He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.
Love our children deeply, care for them, it is deep love that brings the warmth of the family, and it is sincere action that writes about social harmony. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.
This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.
Affection, flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, lovable; Family, bright moon, elegant and quiet, soft and attractive!
True love, affection and affection come from blood, and blood condenses affection. In the world, relying on blood relationship, we often deduce touching family stories.
On a dusty construction site, a number of new buildings will be laid, but there is still a shabby hut propped up in isolation. In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be thought that this is a "nail house" that is difficult to pull out. But who knows that there is a sad story behind this "nail house": the head of the house is an old couple, and their only son is a mentally retarded child in his thirties, who often runs away from home and comes back every ten and a half months. But this time, he went out for more than two months and did not come back. The old couple are worried and in a dilemma. If you don't move, it will affect the construction progress of the site. If you move, you are worried that your silly son will not find his parents when he goes home. Finally, the broken house moved. From then on, an old man stood on both sides of the construction site, with the rumble of machines, standing on tiptoe looking forward to his silly son who had not returned for a long time, regardless of dust and wind and rain.
After an earthquake in a city, people were surprised to find that many babies were still alive-living under their mother's bow; A mother over half a year old resolutely asked the doctor to take out one of her kidneys when her son was suffering from uremia and needed one urgently ... This is family affection, which is the best family affection in the world. She is in that care, in that holy and selfless care, in that dedication with no regrets. Having such affection will make our stormy life beautiful and the troubled world full of warmth. Affection, born from blood, is not restricted by blood. The baptism of years will show the shade of affection; The test of material desire will prove the truth of family ties.
The most sincere affection is not alienated because of long distance, nor indifferent because of long separation. The farther the distance, the more precious the affection is.
When material desires occupy the soul, family ties will also be defiled and trampled by material desires.
The most precious thing in life, her name is "love". Everyone is born with it and is used to it. Sometimes, we will inadvertently lose this precious wealth. A life with feelings is perfect, a life without feelings is incomplete, and a life with feelings but no treasure is a life of regret, even more a sad life.
The fifth article I read the family, I read the family, just like a star read the real eyes.
I understand affection, just like dust attached to the immortal star.
It has a pair of gray sighing eyes. It's a mess, but it's so simple and easy to understand. Just like the circuit of the human body, it is obviously a complex structure, but it is the simplest shortcut.
I remember blaming you when I was a child. Obviously I did something wrong, but when I secretly hid in the quilt at night and cried softly, you comforted me. Because I didn't understand, I quickly laughed it off. Now I find I can't blame myself.
When I was a child, I remember living alone on campus. Although there are so many classmates with me, I still feel very empty. I know you are busy, but I still miss you involuntarily. Because I know I won't ask again. Although, sometimes, there will be some small complaints, I still hold back.
I'm sensible and grown up, but I still blame you.
I remember getting older and getting higher grades. I remember there was a time when my grades often dropped. Every time I go home, I have my report card in my hand and don't want to show it to you. I am afraid of death, but I am more afraid of pain. After every fight, I was embarrassed by the look in my eyes that I hated iron and didn't produce steel, and I knew I had done something wrong. "Don't tell us if you don't do well in the exam! To be honest, we won't hit you. " Remember this persuasion. When I failed in the exam again, I took my report card out of my schoolbag with trembling, remembering that it was still a slap in the face. I have honestly shown you the test paper, and you said you wouldn't hit me, but … I didn't refute it. I was timid, so I pretended to be careless at school. I am a bold and cheerful girl, I will blame you, but I know it is my fault.
Realize that I love you when I grow up.
With the gradual increase of grade, I gradually understand.
Not being admitted to a good middle school has always been a shadow. When I don't do well again, you yell at me. That was the first time I talked back to you. Why, you have to deny the truth again and again. I am unwilling, perhaps, my rebellious period has come early. Recalling the past, I felt a real chill for the first time.
However, after careful reflection, I realized how small I was. I can't even hold a grain of sand. But at the same time, I found that for you, there is another substance besides unwillingness and hatred. Its name is sex. Remember, its name is love.
Because I am timid, I can never say-I love you. I have complained and blamed, but I can hate anything. After hating, it is love.
Parents' love for their children is priceless, but children's love for their parents is always discounted. This is what dad said.
The best things can never be tried to stay around, just like good feelings, they are often the most fragile.
Since the birth of the world, we have always owed our parents a debt that can never be repaid. This is a debt of love. If it is measured by such vulgar things as banknotes, the exact amount will never be known.