Although dull, it reveals the true feelings ... in my family, it is full of true, touching, but ordinary love. I remember once, I was sick, and my mother took me to the hospital anxiously.
Then I took the medical record and ran to the first floor to register, and then I ran to the second floor to get the medicine. Then he took me to the injection site for intravenous drip, panting and sweating.
After I finished the injection, my mother kept asking me: Does the needle-pricking hand hurt? Are you hungry? Unconsciously, an hour passed and the needle was finished. When I got home at night, I went to bed early, but my mother didn't sleep well all night.
She wakes me up every hour to drink a glass of water and wakes me up at three in the morning to take medicine. It is precisely because my mother took such pains to take care of me and gave me meticulous care that my illness only recovered in a few days.
One more thing, deeply engraved in my mind. When school was over that afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily and blew strongly.
The weather suddenly turned cold, even a little cold. Just when I was worried about how to get home, my father came in the rain with an umbrella, and I ran happily.
Along the way, my father left me most of the space of the umbrella in order not to get wet, and I didn't care if my clothes got wet. After a while, we got home. I was not caught in the rain at all, but my father's clothes were wet.
In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents. I feel the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and put on more clothes; Offer a cup of tea to my father after work.
Oh, love is like caring, love is like caring! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Once, at the dinner table, I asked my mother this question.
My mother was silent for a while and said nothing but told me a true story. There is an eight-year-old boy. He has a five-year-old sister who has been in poor health. The little boy loves his sister very much and lets her do everything.
However, the little girl suddenly fell ill and was diagnosed as thalassemia by experts. This is a very rare disease, and the cure rate is almost zero. Illness haunts her, and she can't get rid of it, signaling death at any time.
A fragile life is about to die, but her childhood has just begun! Helpless parents had to take their children everywhere for medical treatment, but experts unanimously sentenced the girl to death. The cruel reality makes parents miserable.
Every time I face a girl's puzzled eyes, I can only smile with tears and say, "It's okay, don't worry." The little boy shed tears of pain when he knew it.
Weak, he has no strength to save his sister's life, which he knows better than anyone. But he didn't give up, so he decided to pick up cans to make money, because in his eyes, this is the only way to make money fastest.
He gets up early in the dark and spends all his time with canned food except doing his homework. Although his classmates laughed at him and passers-by laughed at him, he never stopped. He can eat anything for his sister. However, all the money I earned bought my sister bananas and toys that she liked.
The little boy dropped out of school because all the money in the family was used to treat his sister. By chance, the little boy heard the adults talking.
"You don't be so persistent, your daughter's illness is incurable. Think about your son, such a sensible child, you can't let him drop out of school! " An insider advised the little boy's parents.
When the man finished speaking, there was silence. The little boy never heard a word again, only his parents sobbed. He suddenly came out of the corner and came to his parents. "Sell me and take money to treat my sister."
The little boy said almost begging. Simple and profound words deeply hurt the little boy's parents.
What the boy ponders over and over again, and what happens suddenly, are all music of love. The little boy's parents held the little boy in their arms and cried silently and without tears.
Not long after that, the little girl went to see a doctor in a different place with her parents. On the train, amid the noise, the little girl grabbed her parents and looked at them seriously.
"You threw me off the train! My illness is incurable. Take money to read for my brother! " It is such a simple sentence, but it is inexplicable pain in parents' hearts. After listening to it, I felt so depressed, so sad, so moved, so admired, so speechless.
Yes, I can't speak, and any revision is to understand this great love. Suddenly, I found that my mother explained the true meaning of love to me countless times in my life, but I lacked the discovery, feeling and exploration of love.
Love, like air, is a kind of gas that permeates every corner of the world. Although invisible, it is always with us.
Then, let us breathe heartily and greedily, and let love dissolve into all cells of the body and become an indispensable part of our body.
2. Imitate the writing of the text "Love as Jasmine" and write a text that reflects the mutual care between people, that is, care and love, which are everywhere around us. Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love!
Caring for others can start with small things. For example, if you help a classmate with his homework, a piece of advice or a few words of encouragement from a good teacher can often give students unremitting motivation. For example, if you help a blind man cross the street and talk to the elderly ... these are all manifestations of caring for others. You will be flattered if you care about others. Suhomlinski said: "If every child's joy and distress are beating your heart, causing you to think, care and worry, then you can bravely choose lofty teaching as your career, and you can find creative happiness in it." Because of love, there will be the joy of creation, and because of the joy of creation, there will be more love for education and students. The teacher loves us. Her love is selfless! Parents gave us love, and their love is great! We should also learn to care for ourselves, others and ourselves!
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized a visit to the old people's home for the aged. There, we helped clean up, served them tea and water, chatted with the elderly and performed programs for them. They were so happy that they couldn't even close their mouths. Looking at their bright smiles, I want to cry. They are old and don't have much time. Shouldn't we give them more care and love? ! I think their hearts must be warm!
Another time, I went shopping with my parents in Huaqiang North. My mom asked me and my dad to wait for her below. She went to the women's world to buy clothes. My father and I sat down and waited. I saw a little girl. She is very beautiful and still wears an old school uniform, but she has no arms. She writes with her feet to beg. There is ink and paper in front of her, and there is a small red bucket with money. There is a writing brush between her toes, which is stained with ink. The handwriting is not bad I think she is so pitiful! I walked over without hesitation, put five dollars in the little red bucket, and then all the people passing by gave their love. What makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children in their arms and leave at a glance. Without any love, those children have been adversely affected since childhood, which is not conducive to cultivating love. This little girl has no healthy body, no happy family and no happy school. How much she needs our love and warm hands!
Here I sincerely appeal to friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Let yourself and the people around you be full of love! Make people full of love! let the world be full of love!
Care, care, love is everywhere! ! !
If the world is a hut, care is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then care is a bright light on the vast sea. Being concerned is a beautiful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble and beautiful virtue.
Excuse me, are you studying in Gongbei Primary School? Are you in Class Five (6)?
Write a composition that imitates love as jasmine. It's a rainy day. My mother bought a lot of vegetables from the market under an umbrella. I was in a hurry to finish an essay entitled "Love is like-"and asked, "Mom, what do you think love is?" Mother shook off the rain beads on the umbrella, pondered, and then looked at me and said, "Love is like this umbrella in my hand!" " "After listening to this, I found that my mother's answer was very corny. She can say things like "love is like tea", "love is like wine", "love is like water" and "love is like a flower". Why did she say "love is like an umbrella"? My mother forgot my doubts and went to the kitchen to cook braised fish. I know, dad loves to eat braised fish! Dad is really busy all day! Before I got up early in the morning, he had gone out to do his business! At noon, my father came back and looked a little embarrassed. It's raining outside, beads of rain are hanging on my face, my hair is dripping with water, and my clothes and trousers are all wet by the rain. My mother quickly brought a dry towel to dry his hair. Adjust the water temperature again and let him take a hot bath; Then I sent a clean suit in. Father changed his clothes and came out, and mother served a table of rich dishes, including braised fish that made people drool. Then, my mother brought us full, delicious and steaming rice. The family finished their lunch talking and laughing, and originally wanted my father to have a good rest at home. Who knows, another manufacturer was in a hurry to get the goods. I dragged my tired body to deliver the goods myself again. When I was leaving home, my mother stopped him and handed him an umbrella. I kindly told him to drive slowly, the road is slippery in rainy days and pay attention to safety. I went to the window and saw my father walking in the rain in a hurry, and there was an umbrella to shelter him from the wind and rain. Watching, watching, I suddenly understood what my mother said, "Love is like an umbrella. "However, my mother's love is like an umbrella under the scorching sun, which silently brings a shade, warmth and comfort to my father and me. Oh, love is like an umbrella, love is like an umbrella. That ordinary and unknown umbrella has also become tall in my heart. Love is like an umbrella. May everyone have an umbrella of love in his heart.
4. Imitate the elements of love like jasmine. Anxious love is a warm word, such as warm spring breeze, which can melt cold ice and snow; Love is a warm word that can eliminate other people's troubles; Love is everywhere, it is not a flower months ago, but it is plain, and it happens in the little details of life!
Grandparents love each other every day. Grandpa will give grandma meat when he sees that she doesn't eat meat and vegetables. Grandma will take grandpa's clothes to wash immediately when she sees them dirty. But there is one thing that happened to my grandparents, which I still remember vividly. I suddenly understand that true love is as pure and beautiful as jasmine.
I remember that night, we all fell into a sweet dream. Grandma asked grandpa to accompany her to the hospital because she was unwell. They left carefully so as not to wake us. I got up early the next morning and found my home deserted. Suddenly I saw a note on the table, which clearly stated what had happened. I couldn't wait to beg my mother to take me to see my grandmother, and finally my mother agreed. So I took a handful of carnations on the way.
When I came to the hospital, when I opened the door of the ward, I couldn't help being shocked. I saw grandpa sleeping by the bed and grandma lying on the bed with her eyes closed, with a happy smile on her lips. The rising sun sneaked in through the window and gently shone on the loving couple. Probably our hurried footsteps startled grandpa. He straightened up gently and waved to me to be gentle. I nodded sensibly, looking at grandpa's weather-beaten face, tired body and bloodshot eyes, I felt very sad. Then grandpa took out the washbasin and walked towards the bathroom. I crept to the bed and gently put away the carnations. After a while, grandma woke up. She smiled sadly and said, "There you are!" "At the right moment, grandpa came in with a basin of clean water. He rolled up his sleeves first, then took out the towel and carefully wiped grandma all over. Then, pick up the thermos bucket we brought, carefully put the porridge into the bowl, then take out the spoon, dig out a bite, and gently blow the hot air out of it, so as not to burn grandma, and finally send it to grandma's mouth after making sure it is not scalded. Grandpa takes care of grandma every day in such a meticulous way. Let me feel grandpa's deep love for grandma, which is irresistible, as pure as jasmine and as My Sweetie as candy.
Love is broad, you can observe it with your bright eyes!
5. Write a composition like love is jasmine. There is a kind of love, which is a lamp in the dark; It is a fire in the cold winter; This is spring in the desert; It is a long drought that meets the rain. This kind of love is the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.
It was one morning, I was pruning flowers, and grandma went out to buy food. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and soon, the pouring rain came as scheduled.
After a long time, the door opened with a "crunch", only to see grandma holding a vegetable basket, dragging wet steps, taking colorful dishes to the kitchen, then walking back to her room and falling asleep. Dad came back to take grandma's temperature and exclaimed, "Thirty-nine degrees! What's the matter? Why does mother have a fever? " Dad is really anxious this time. He first went to the hospital to get medicine for grandma, then went home to apply a towel to grandma, and then gave her medicine with hot water. In a short time, he kept wiping the sweat and rain for his grandmother, and took a thermometer to take her temperature. ...
My father's voice came from the room. "Fortunately, my mother finally had a fever. Great! " At this point, dad's words seem to make the jasmine by the window more delicate and charming.
At two o'clock noon, the bell rang sweet * * *, and my father sent me to school first, then asked for leave from the company, and came back to accompany my grandmother, chat with her and talk about her family. ...
In the evening, when I came back, my grandmother was asleep, but my father was still busy in the kitchen. "Bucket ... trash can!" A voice came from grandma's room.
I walked into grandma's room and saw her awake and vomiting from time to time. I suddenly woke up and went to get the trash can. When my father heard this, he patted her on the back from time to time and blamed himself for not taking good care of her.
A few days later, grandma recovered, grandma's loud voice came from home, and grandma's delicious food came again. ...
Dad's love for grandma is like the elegant and pungent aroma of jasmine by the window.
6. Imitating love is as simple and plain as writing a composition by Molly, but it makes me cry quietly.
In the misty eyes, clusters of jasmine flowers are whiter and purer. It sent wisps of fragrance, which slowly penetrated into our hearts and lingered.
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine. Love is like a lotus, clear and rippling, but not enchanting. Love is like a basket, bearing our beautiful memories and harvest.
Love is like sunshine, which warms you. I love peach blossom, it was born in early spring, without flattery. Love is like cold plum, long and fearless.
Love is like carnations, warm and peaceful. Love is like a spring, clear and sweet.
Love is like spring breeze, soft and warm. Love is like the sea, ebbing and flowing.
Love is like white clouds. Love is like a distant mountain, which looks near and far.
Love is like getting the moon by being close to the water. Being good at swimming makes you drown. Love is like you and me, with you and me.
Love is like air, empty and ethereal! Love, like a roaring river, touches my heart. Love is like a bright candle, which illuminates my heart.
Love is like jasmine, white and pure, refreshing but unpretentious. Love, like sunshine, is bland, but it gives people infinite warmth.
Love is like spring rain. It is not as fanatical as fire, but it is carefully moistened. Love, like a gentle breeze, gives people a full fragrance and leaves silently.
Love is like a fire. Give gasoline to burn, give air to shine. Love is like a rose. It is said that roses are a symbol of love.
Love is like lemon candy, both sour and sweet. Love, like sunshine, can warm others and yourself.
Like air, love is everywhere and meticulous. Love is like starlight. Although the moon covers it, it can't stop its light.
Love is like moonlight, which gives people light but is not dazzling. Some people say that love is like pure white jasmine with a lasting fragrance. Some people say that love is like an umbrella for shelter from the wind and rain, sun and summer; Some people say that love is like a cup of hot tea; I said, love is like caring. Although dull, it reveals the true feelings ... in my family, it is full of true, touching, but ordinary love.
I remember once, I was sick, and my mother took me to the hospital anxiously. Then I took the medical record and ran to the first floor to register, and then I ran to the second floor to get the medicine.
Then he took me to the injection site for intravenous drip, panting and sweating. After I finished the injection, my mother kept asking me: Does the needle-pricking hand hurt? Are you hungry? Unconsciously, an hour passed and the needle was finished.
When I got home at night, I went to bed early, but my mother didn't sleep well all night. She wakes me up every hour to drink a glass of water and wakes me up at three in the morning to take medicine.
It is precisely because my mother took such pains to take care of me and gave me meticulous care that my illness only recovered in a few days. One more thing, deeply engraved in my mind.
When school was over that afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily and blew strongly. The weather suddenly turned cold, even a little cold.
Just when I was worried about how to get home, my father came in the rain with an umbrella, and I ran happily. Along the way, my father left me most of the space of the umbrella in order not to get wet, and I didn't care if my clothes got wet.
After a while, we got home. I was not caught in the rain at all, but my father's clothes were wet. In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents.
I feel the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and put on more clothes; Offer a cup of tea to my father after work. Oh, love is like caring, love is like caring! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Growing up, I couldn't help asking, "What is love?" Once, at the dinner table, I asked my mother this question. My mother was silent for a while and said nothing but told me a true story.
There is an eight-year-old boy. He has a five-year-old sister who has been in poor health. The little boy loves his sister very much and lets her do everything. However, the little girl suddenly fell ill and was diagnosed as thalassemia by experts. This is a very rare disease, and the cure rate is almost zero.
Illness haunts her, and she can't get rid of it, signaling death at any time. A fragile life is about to die, but her childhood has just begun! Helpless parents had to take their children everywhere for medical treatment, but experts unanimously sentenced the girl to death.
The cruel reality makes parents miserable. Every time I face a girl's puzzled eyes, I can only smile with tears and say, "It's okay, don't worry."
The little boy shed tears of pain when he knew it. Weak, he has no strength to save his sister's life, which he knows better than anyone.
But he didn't give up, so he decided to pick up cans to make money, because in his eyes, this is the only way to make money fastest. He gets up early in the dark and spends all his time with canned food except doing his homework. Although his classmates laughed at him and passers-by laughed at him, he never stopped. He can eat anything for his sister.
However, all the money I earned bought my sister bananas and toys that she liked. The little boy dropped out of school because all the money in the family was used to treat his sister.
By chance, the little boy heard the adults talking. "You don't be so persistent, your daughter's illness is incurable.
Think about your son, such a sensible child, you can't let him drop out of school! "An insider suggested the little boy's parents. When the man finished speaking, there was silence. The little boy never heard a word again, only his parents sobbed. He suddenly came out of the corner and came to his parents.
"Sell me and take money to treat my sister." The little boy said almost begging.
Simple and profound words deeply hurt the little boy's parents. What the boy ponders over and over again, and what happens suddenly, are all music of love.
The little boy's parents held the little boy in their arms and cried silently and without tears. Not long after that, the little girl went to see a doctor in a different place with her parents.
On the train, amid the noise, the little girl grabbed her parents and looked at them seriously. "You threw me off the train! My illness is incurable. Take money to read for my brother! " The other sentence is as simple as that.
7. Jasmine-like love between classmates.
Love is eating and saying,
Love is an elaborate lie.
Love is the anxiety of going to the hospital without eating.
Love is repeated exhortation,
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine! Love is a quiet smile,
Love is a clenched hand,
Love is the sunlight,
Love is the fragrance that permeates life,
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine!
Love is a hand that is gently put down.
Love is a crawling action,
Love is bloodshot eyes,
Love is not willing to insist on accompanying the bed.
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine!
Love is jasmine in a bottle,
Love is a diffuse fragrance,
Love is opening your eyes happily in the fragrance of flowers.
Love is a pair of awake smiling eyes,
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine!
Love is a face hidden in green leaves and white flowers.
Love is a numb limb,
Love is the fragrance that sneaks into our hearts,
Love is the wing of spiritual communication,
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine!
True love is as plain as jasmine,
True love is as white and pure as jasmine,
True love is as rich as jasmine,
True love is so quiet and beautiful,
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine!
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8. Write a short essay that imitates love as jasmine. Spring, bright spring and mild spring have come back and come to me again. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream I wandered among the trees, looking for charming spring scenery.
I set foot on the deep mountain canyon. Follow the mountain upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green, refreshing and inexhaustible, represents the color of life and nature. After a winter, the long-lost green has regained its freshness and brightness. Cicada stopped in the forest and asked, catching up with me. Singing "The Story of Spring" in my mouth, I am thinking about the happiness of summer. Among them, there is no lack of harmony in birdsong, which makes people never tire of hearing it.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its own specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
If summer is fiery red and full of vitality; Autumn is golden and full of harvest; Winter is white and full of challenges, and then spring is gentle and full of hope. "sasha vujacic-"Spring Rain came, like a flower needle, like a cow hair, like a filament-Spring Rain, like a girl's messenger of spring, bringing her to the world. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". No wonder all the flowers and plants have yellow leaves after the spring rain! Hey, look, the park is more beautiful. Flowers are gorgeous and compete with each other. The willows beside the pond have pulled out yellow-green willows, and the branches are fluttering in the wind, like a slim girl, showing her slender waist and combing her beautiful long hair, which is a vibrant scene.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
9. Keep a love diary like Molly. Love is like a jasmine flower, a creature, an exhortation, a bunch of jasmine flowers ... in my heart, love is a dress.
What shall we do? I thought, it's too late to go home and get it now. What should I do? Who knows, just then, my father appeared. Dad came to me with an umbrella in one hand and that down jacket in the other! Ah, dad really cares about me! Dad came up to me with a serious expression and said, "You have a bad memory. You only wear so little on such a cold day. You are very uncomfortable with a cold! " After that, he gave me the clothes and added: "Health is the capital of the revolution, and health is the most important."
I took the clothes and put them on. Ah, it's so warm.
This dress is so warm, not only to keep warm, but also to integrate my father's love for me. My father was ostensibly accusing me just now. In fact, he cares about me and loves me.
Suddenly, dad sneezed. At this time, I found that my father also wore very little.
I asked with concern, "Dad, aren't you cold in this little dress?" After listening to my words, my father's eyes showed a kind of fatherly kindness. "I'm fine."
He said softly. Say that finish, he showed a serious expression.
"Don't chat with me. Going to school is very important. Go ahead. " Say that finish, dad turned and left.
I watched him leave and suddenly remembered something. I shouted, "Dad, remember to put on more clothes!" " "Dad heard these words, waved to me, and then disappeared in the crowd. Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine.
10. Imitate love as jasmine, write a diary of what love looks like, love is like jasmine.
Love is a jiaozi, love is an exhortation, love is a bunch of jasmine ... In my heart, love is a dress.
What shall we do? I thought, it's too late to go home and get it now. What should I do? Who knows, just then, my father appeared.
Dad came to me with an umbrella in one hand and that down jacket in the other! Ah, dad really cares about me!
Dad came up to me with a serious expression and said, "You have a bad memory. You only wear so little on such a cold day. You are very uncomfortable with a cold! " After that, he gave me the clothes and added: "Health is the capital of the revolution, and health is the most important."
I took the clothes and put them on. Ah, it's so warm. This dress is so warm, not only to keep warm, but also to integrate my father's love for me. My father was ostensibly accusing me just now. In fact, he cares about me and loves me.
Suddenly, dad sneezed. At this time, I found that my father also wore very little. I asked with concern, "Dad, aren't you cold in this little dress?" After listening to my words, my father's eyes showed a kind of fatherly kindness. "I'm fine." He said softly. Say that finish, he showed a serious expression. "Don't chat with me. Going to school is very important. Go ahead. " Say that finish, dad turned and left. I watched him leave and suddenly remembered something. I shouted, "Dad, remember to put on more clothes!" " "Dad heard these words, waved to me, and then disappeared in the crowd.
Oh, love is like jasmine, love is like jasmine.