Love is an endless feeling of life 1 Recently, the sun has rarely been seen, with continuous rain, hazy fog, gloomy sky and freezing cold. Coupled with the death of my mother last month, I have always felt that life is boring, and melancholy mood keeps patronizing me. In the sleepless night, or in the morning when I suddenly woke up, I learned from my mistakes and asked again: Why did people come to this world? What is the meaning of life? This is a philosophical issue as well as a religious issue. I am a Christian, and I am in a good mood. I ask questions and find results. I am in deep pain, but also in deep thoughts, has been in tears, heartache. Through this pain and enlightenment, I deeply feel that I need to redouble my efforts in the future, be familiar with the rich content and essence of the Bible, and make up my mind to get closer to God, get his protection, learn from him and walk with him. When my father left this world twenty-one years ago, he was still young, immature and simple. Perhaps because he still has his mother's care and comfort, he lives as usual after the pain. This time, I really felt what pain is, and I really tasted the taste of losing my home. The feeling of nothing, emptiness and helplessness invaded, and the complex of why people live also occupied the forefront of thought.
There is such a rotating earth, inhabited by such a group of animals called "people", who are extremely clever and stupid. From birth to aging, most of the time they are experiencing ups and downs, helplessness, triviality and obstacles, but they are constantly striving for victory and glory, looking for prosperity day and night, and want to feel the taste of recognition and envy. After middle age, some people really want to live a quiet and indifferent life, but not when they are young. It is a helpless choice after years of baptism and failure. Life is alive and the years are dusty. In the end, more than 90% people died without applause and loneliness. After death, their loved ones left this world in tears. The bleak situation is embarrassing, and words can't describe it ... However, no matter who left the earth and was born, it quietly germinated in spring, flourished in summer, harvested in autumn and settled in winter. Cycle replacement, complement each other, the wonderful scenery is enough to make people indulge and cheer, marvel and appreciate, miss and give up. Compared with the universe, man is just as small as a dust, and flies away in the blink of an eye; On the earth, everyone is like a drop of water in the sea, drifting aimlessly. The waves washed away the rocks, and when the waves splashed, the water droplets were thrown up and dropped. The waves rush to the distance in rows, and the water drops fluctuate with the passage of time ... In the second half of life, some people begin to have an epiphany, enlightenment, enlightenment and compassion, and decide to let go of everything and let nature take its course. This is considered to be the best among people, but it is the wisest to know God, believe in God and rely on God.
Others drift with the tide in chaos, so simple that they have no desire and no thoughts, so living seems simple and happy, but their souls can't be saved in the end. The most bitter thing is to know but not let go, to understand but not to throw away, to integrate but not to tell, to be afraid of the result of life, and to always want to grasp something but empty-handed. All the contradictions in the universe can be solved in two words: obedience. Because people's knowledge and understanding are limited, there is a saying that makes people laugh when they think about it. The result of disobedience is heartbreaking and useless. There is order and law in the universe, and man's task is to know and abide by them. You can work hard, but you can't stop at nothing; You can enjoy the scenery and praise the beauty, but you can't bully the ugly; You can pursue it constantly, or you can be content with it; You can be sad for a while, and you can't forget your faith; You can cry, not decadent; Can vicissitudes of life, can not be disappointed. The meaning of life also lies in trust, love, tenacity, optimism, positivity, friendship and desire ... life is precious. If you want to live without regrets, you must live in the present, love, be compassionate, be tolerant, learn from others' strengths and make up for your own shortcomings. Discover the beautiful scenery along the way and give thanks and praise. Believe in God and find the place where your soul lives. The highest state of life is to let go of your heart. Give up yourself, believe in God, be happy, comfortable, calm and let nature take its course. God is love, human beings are the recipients of love, and learn to love each other at the same time. The bible says: love is patient and kind; Love is not boasting, not being arrogant, not doing shy things, not seeking its own benefits, not getting angry easily, not being evil, not liking injustice, but liking truth; Everything is tolerant, everything is believed, everything is hoped, everything is patient, and love never stops.
Love is a never-ending life. I can't write poetry, but I always want to write a unique poem for my mother. In the poem, I want to thank my mother for giving me life; In the poem, I want to express my love for my mother; In the poem, I want to praise my mother's dedication and dedication to me. ...
From the day I fell to the ground, my mother began to dedicate herself to me and pay for me. My arrival made her give up a lot, taking care of me and raising me as her lifelong career and responsibility.
However, my mother has high expectations of me. In order to make me grow up, become a talent and succeed, she racked her brains to create all the advantages for me. To this end, she resolutely chose to leave her hometown to start a business. In the years of wandering alone, I don't know how she spent the long night missing me. ...
Although my mother is far away from home, she misses me day and night and cares about me. Although I was entrusted to my friends, relatives and teachers, she was still uneasy and bought me a mobile phone to facilitate my contact. Every morning, my mother will call me to wake me up. Even during the short time when I was eating, my mother didn't let go. She always calls me in time to ask about my situation and cares about my life. ...
My mother's concern for me is endless. In order not to make me feel lonely and helpless, she comes home from other places to see me every month. In order to save money, my mother always chooses cheap trains as the main means of transportation. From the far south to the small town in the north, the train will bump for nearly two days, and my mother will spend it wearily on the train. However, when my mother saw me, the fatigue on her face was always swept away, replaced by joy, affection and excitement.
Mother always gives selflessly, makes no regrets, makes unnecessary sacrifices, but never expects anything in return. Isn't all this worth writing a hymn for her?
Love is an endless feeling of life. Time is like running water, which is gone forever. In a blink of an eye, I am a fifth-grade student, but I still can't forget my math teacher in the second grade. Parting is always sad, and the past comes back to me.
I still remember when I was in the first grade, my teacher asked me to take my exercise book to the office on the third floor opposite. I haven't run far, and the heavy exercise book makes me breathless. When I went upstairs, my feet seemed to be filled with lead. It's hard to walk, and there are fine beads of sweat on my forehead. When I finally got to the office, I couldn't wait to put my exercise book on the table, shook my hand and breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had unloaded a heavy burden. Just as I turned to leave, I bumped into my teacher. "This is over!" My heart suddenly came to my throat, I was at a loss and lost my mind, thinking that what was waiting for me next was teacher Fang's scolding. "Did you hit something?" She looked at me with that kind eye and asked kindly. I immediately came to my senses and said, "No ...No." Look at the sweat on your head. Sit down and have a rest. Is it too much and too heavy? I'll find a classmate to hug you together in the future. Be careful when going up and down the stairs! " After that, Mr. Fang gently wiped the sweat from my head with a towel, which made my heart warm, like a red sun shining on my heart. That kind of love is more severe than fatherly love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendly love, which makes me like her at once!
Recall the past and describe the deep affection between teachers and students. In those youthful years, it was teacher Fang who corrected my deviated course and held up my brilliant tomorrow with solid hands.
This is my first math exam since I entered school, but I am waiting for 99 points hopefully. Just because I missed a "0" when I answered the application question. At that time, I complained from the bottom of my heart that the teacher was too serious, so I didn't write a "0" quickly, just adding that the teacher had made a mistake. After adding "0", I quickly took the test paper to the teacher and pretended to be calm and said, "Teacher, you approved it wrong." Then I prayed in my heart that the teacher would not find out. I looked up at the teacher's reaction. At first, she smiled as usual, looked at the paper, and her smile solidified and fleeting. Seeing this, I thought: Is it exposed? I can't help shivering, my hands are cold and I'm sweating like a pig. "Does this' 0' really exist?" The teacher asked softly. I looked at the handwriting in different shades on the test paper, clenched my lower lip, twisted my skirt and my eyes drifted away. For an instant, my eyes met Mr Fang's, and I withdrew my eyes like an electric shock. I looked at the serious Mr. Fang and bowed my head involuntarily. She touched my head and said solemnly, "The score can only represent how much knowledge you have mastered." While mastering knowledge, we should also learn to face mistakes honestly and bravely. Don't be opportunistic when you study. "The teacher's words made me feel like a spring breeze and suddenly enlightened. I respectfully took the paper and said, "Teacher, I was wrong. I added "0". " Hearing this, the teacher revealed two sweet dimples.
Looking back on the dribs and drabs of those two years, every progress and achievement of mine has condensed her hard work. If I were a seedling, you gave me fertile soil; If I were an eagle with wings, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a raging wave, you give me the power to make waves. ...
I will remember your inculcation; I will cherish your concern; I will appreciate your advice. ...
Love is a never-ending life. Since kindergarten, my parents always take me back to my hometown every holiday. At that time, I never understood: my hometown was in the country, and there were no parks, amusement parks, McDonald's and Wal-Mart. It's not funny. Why do parents like going back so much? And how I wish they could take me to those busy places to play!
Shuttling back and forth between Quanzhou and my hometown, I grew up gradually, and now I am a sixth-grade pupil. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will see my grandparents' happy smiles and the envious eyes of my neighbors and the elderly. I gradually understand that parents are doing what grandparents like, and they want to make grandparents happy. Sometimes my parents will tell me that without the care and love of my grandparents, there would be no parents and no me. Our peace, our health and our happiness all contain the deep love of mom and dad! Therefore, we must learn to be grateful: to thank our parents for their upbringing, to thank our loved ones for their selfless dedication, and to thank our friends for their care and support! Their selfless dedication and deep love have nourished our growth and tolerated our shortcomings.
I remember that during the summer vacation, my parents and I went back to our hometown and lived with my grandparents for a few days. Looking at their smiling old faces, watching them busy at home and cooking for us, my heart was touched. How time flies! Mom and dad have to go to work, and we have to leave our hometown. Grandparents accompanied us to the roadside, watched us get on the bus, and told us to pay attention to our health when we often go home.
At the moment of auto start, I found that grandpa didn't want to talk, and his face was full of reluctance. After driving for a long time, my grandparents were still standing there watching us. I finally understand that the happiness of grandparents is actually very simple. As long as they can often see us and see that we are safe and healthy, they will feel very satisfied and happy. I finally understand why my parents run back to their hometown every time they are free.
The National Day is coming, and I have formed the habit of going home whenever I have time. Although my parents didn't say anything, I know I will go back to my hometown to visit my grandparents this holiday. Because I already know: taking care of the elderly starts with one step; Respect for parents starts with me.
Love is a never-ending life. There is a kind of love. Although it is not as rough as the sea, it is like a never-ending trickle. ...
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Night, quiet, quiet is a bit noble; Month, Ming, Ming is a bit reserved; Lights, flashing, flashing a bit dazzling, the clock has struck nine, and the battle has not stopped. I fell on the edge of the case, still holding the lamp to read, rubbing my sleepy eyes, sipping fragrant teas, immersed in the book, unable to extricate myself ...
Just when I saw the most wonderful part, a caring voice slowly came into my ears with the breeze: "Daughter, it's nine o'clock, don't read, go to sleep quickly!" " "Go away and leave me alone!" I didn't good the spirit ground left pie mouth. My mother listened to my words, first stunned, and then said to me in a threatening tone: "I care about you very much, I hope you have enough sleep." Since you are ungrateful, forget it! " If you can't get up tomorrow morning, don't expect me to call you! "Then I turned and slammed the door, and the clock struck the tenth. I closed the book, stretched, yawned, turned off the light, closed my eyes and entered a sweet dream. ...
The next morning, at 6: 00 15, I should have woken up, but I was still wandering in my dream. At half past six, in my sleep, I seemed to hear the conversation between my mother and father at the door: "My daughter went to bed too late yesterday, so she won't wake up on time today. Otherwise, I'll call her? " "No, you told her not to call her yesterday. You have to let her taste the taste of being criticized by the teacher for being late! " At 6: 35, after all, my mother couldn't bear to be criticized for being late. She went to my bed, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Daughter, it's time to get up, or you'll be late!" " "Leave me alone!" I vaguely said that my mother ignored my language and went out silently. At 6: 40, my mother came again and whispered in my ear, "Daughter, my mother made you glutinous rice cakes for breakfast. If you don't get up, my mother will be finished! " Hearing this, I woke up with a tingle, got up with a grunt, dressed and washed, and ran to the table in three steps. I looked at the steaming glutinous rice cake and was deeply moved. I remembered what I said to my mother last night, which was as cold as a bullet, and what my mother said when she woke me up just now was as soft as cotton candy. I couldn't help looking at my mother. I couldn't help crying when I looked at that smile on her face.
The sea of cheap maternal love is full of rivers; Cheap maternal love is blood, blood is full of color, and I think cheap love is a flower. Flowers are more colorful than cherry blossoms. Moreover, the flowers are unbeaten, and the drops of sour wine splash in the Guanghan Palace and fall into the world, turning into crystal dew and falling into the stamens of unbeaten flowers, and they are in constant love. ...
Love never ends. A mother is like a clear spring, intimate, gentle and warm, and never ending.
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Perhaps because of the birth of my little brother, my mother no longer cares about me and loves me as before, and puts all her thoughts on my little brother. I can only look at him, hug him and coax him every day. Sometimes I really don't want him to come into this world and take away all my love. I want to hate him, but I can't hate him every time I see his little face. I can only keep it in my heart, I can't say it, and I dare not say it.
Being so indifferent for a long time made me feel bad, so I ran outside to vent. I don't want to go back to that home I don't want to see my mother only care about my brother, so I asked my friends to climb the mountain with me. It's almost dusk, and my friend knows my mood and says anxiously: Now it's getting dark, are you still going? Seeing that I was silent, I said, "Then I will lay down my life to accompany the gentleman!" " Then he took my hand and ran away. Sweating to the top of the mountain is something I never dared to think about, but today we did it. Maybe my best friend understood my doubts and pains, so we reached a tacit understanding. Too tired to get up, too tired to stand on the ground like a pile of mud. Then, shout at the mountain; Then, smile.
I didn't tell my parents when I went out. It's getting late, cattle and sheep have entered the circle, and we all feel the chill in our thin clothes. I vaguely heard the village chief's cry. It's them. Don't they care about me? Finally, after asking around, they knew my whereabouts. They shouted all the way and found the foot of the mountain. I heard my mother crying, full of worry and fear. Standing on the steep hillside, I feel a little numb and a little inexplicable panic. My brain is blank. I didn't want to bang, so I slipped. When I woke up, I found myself hanging from a tree. I tried to catch something, but I didn't catch anything, so I fell down sadly. My mother heard the sound and found me. She rushed over and cried and said to me, "Does it hurt?" I nodded tearfully.
Needless to say, my mother ran to the hospital behind my back. I don't know where my mother got such great strength, and I don't know how she persisted in walking so far. I only know that at that moment, listening to my mother's call and groan, I have begun to regret why I didn't listen to my mother and my stupid thoughts.
In fact, my mother has always loved me, I understand. I shed tears when I thought of my mother's misunderstanding. Motherly love never stops.
Love is a never-ending life. Who is it-who educated me from an ignorant child to a knowledgeable teenager? It is you! Teacher! Your care warms our hearts like the spring breeze in Hexi, and your love will never stop!
The teacher's love never stops. From the day we first met, there was more love around us. Teacher's love is so gentle and considerate. Teachers eulogize life with love, describe life with love, and show the true meaning of life with love! I am willing to study with my teacher. Having a teacher will make me feel warm. I am willing to dedicate the most beautiful title to the teacher, so that the teacher will always have invincible beauty!
When we behave well, the teacher's face always shows a approving smile; When we encounter difficulties, the teacher will always give us encouragement in time; When we do something wrong, the teacher will patiently explain the truth to us. Ah! This is the teacher's love!
Teacher, your love never stops. I praise you, teacher!
Love is a never-ending life. The teacher is my strong arm, flapping my wings forever and flying to the highest sky. In this way, the teacher's love will always be with us, and we will never stop giving our love.
When school started, we just met the head teacher. At this moment, every classmate has a love in his heart, and they have all grown up. I will never forget the teacher's blessing to us.
We came to school early in the morning, and the early self-study carefully selected by the teacher had been reserved on the blackboard. The teacher came and explained the questions to the students one by one, so that everyone could understand the problems and gain something in the morning.
In the morning, a classmate who didn't perform well in class was called out by the teacher, talked to him, and told him in a kind tone to listen carefully in class and not to disappoint his parents' expectations. That's how teachers never criticize people in front of their classmates, and always educate us in the kindest and gentlest tone after class.
The morning passed quickly, and some students haven't finished their exercises. Teacher Wang has lunch at noon and gives lectures to his classmates. He didn't go home for dinner until everyone could do it and finished it.
When the bell rang, Mr. Wang came into the classroom with a big smile and gave a lecture to everyone with a big smile. Every class of Mr. Wang is carefully designed, trying to make every student understand what he learned that day. In the teacher's class, there is no sarcastic language, no severe criticism, but words of encouragement and praise.
After school in the evening, Mr. Wang always watches us queue up to send us to the hall, and always tells us, "Go home early, pay attention to safety, and don't let parents worry." After that, I went back to the office and corrected our work.
It is our teacher who instills the knowledge of love into our brains and loves every student with his own hands. From morning till night, the teacher has been treating us with his kindness. Maybe when we sleep in bed, the teacher's love will fly to us.
The teacher's love never stops.
Love is a never-ending life. Since kindergarten, my parents always take me back to my hometown every holiday. At that time, I never understood: my hometown was in the countryside, and there were no parks, amusement parks, McDonald's and Wal-Mart. It's not funny. Why do my parents love going back so much? And how I wish they could take me to those busy places to play!
Traveling back and forth between Quanzhou and my hometown, I grew up gradually, and now I am a sixth-grade pupil. Every time I go back to my hometown, I see my grandparents' happy smiles and the envious eyes of my old neighbors. I gradually understand that parents do what grandparents like, and they want to make grandparents happy. Sometimes, my parents will tell me that without the care and love of my grandparents, there would be no parents and no me now. Our peace, our health and our happiness all contain the love of loving mother strict father! So we should learn to be grateful: to thank our parents for their kindness, to thank our loved ones for their selfless dedication, and to thank our friends for their care and support! It is they who have nurtured our growth and tolerated our shortcomings with selfless dedication and deep love.
I remember that summer vacation, my parents and I went back to our hometown and stayed at my grandparents' house for a few days. Looking at their old faces filled with happy smiles, watching them busy in front of and behind the house, cooking delicious meals for us, my heart was filled with emotion. How time flies! Mom and dad have to go to work, and we have to leave our hometown. Grandparents took us to the side of the road, watched us get on the bus, and told us to take care of ourselves when we were outside, and often went home when we were free.
At the moment the car started, I found my grandfather embarrassed and his face was full of reluctance. After driving for a long time, looking back, my grandparents were still standing there looking at us. I finally understand that the happiness of grandparents is actually very simple. As long as they can often see us, see that we are safe and healthy, they will be very satisfied and happy. I finally understand why mom and dad ran to their hometown as soon as they had time.
The National Day is coming, and I have formed the habit of going home whenever I have time. Although mom and dad didn't say anything, I know I will go back to my hometown to visit my grandparents this holiday. Because I have learned that caring for the elderly begins with a single step; Honor your parents, starting with me.
Love is a never-ending life. 10 In this world, I may be just a grain of sand, but I am nourished by the spring breeze and surrounded by love.
Ouch! Finally finished eating, lie down for a while! I dragged my tired body to lie on the soft bed and suddenly found a pamphlet at hand-my mother's diary. Hee hee, try it while mom is not at home.
When I opened it, I found four or five hundred pages. I think: mom works so hard and keeps a diary every day, which is worth learning. Then when I turned to page 436, I made a new discovery. The title of this article is "Too much retrogression"-hey, about me, "I only got 79 points on the test paper of Lesson 5" On ". Actually, I expected it. Because he was particularly impetuous before this, he couldn't calm down in his studies and didn't want to take a nap at noon. He always brings his homework back in advance for many reasons. I can't help him, so I have to let him go. "
After reading the beginning, I felt that my mother was really "a worm in my stomach" and everything was clear. I can't wait to read "I'm not worried about the exam results, but I'm worried that his falling ranking will affect his self-confidence." He is a good boy and has a strong self-esteem. I'm really worried ... ". I read it again and again and felt the love between the lines. I can't stop, tears wet my cheeks.
The sound of the key opening the door! ?
I wiped my eyes in fear and ran out of the bedroom, pretending to get my copy of How Steel was Tempered.
"Lovely, hungry? I'm going to cook, "mom said, holding an apron." I controlled my emotions and my nose was still sour: "I just ate a steamed stuffed bun."
Mom still found my abnormality: "What's the matter? Son. " I quickly pretended to yawn and said, "Don't worry about my itchy nose." That's good. Call me if you don't feel well, my mother still said in a soft voice.
After about half an hour, after serving and washing hands, my mother and I sat together. My mother only put the delicious food in my bowl, and then said, taste it quickly, eat more, don't worry about the ranking, just work hard.
Tears suddenly flowed out unconsciously, and my mother hugged me and wiped my face with rough hands. In my mother's arms, I feel the selfless love of mothers all over the world.
After that, I was full of confidence and studied late into the night every day, just to satisfy my parents and not to worry my mother. I keep saying to myself, "Come on! You are better. " Work hard!
This is love, mother's love, let me never stop.
Love is an endless insight into life. 1 1 Do you feel like you fell from heaven to hell at once? I do.
I remember that night, there was a power outage without warning, which made people unexpectedly fall into darkness.
For an instant, I sat at my desk and looked out of the window. The light is still warm and bright, and I'm a little at a loss. After a few seconds, I understood that only the building in our community was out of power. I think the administrator is on his way to repair it. It suddenly occurred to me that I had not finished my homework.
Alas, this damn power outage.
My mother came out of the room and asked me, "Xinxin, have you finished all your homework?" "Of course not, it's just math now." I said with great resentment. "Find a candle, and when you light it, it will light up." My mother comforted me.
So we rummaged through everything for candles, only to find the remaining ten small birthday candles. Mother lit one by one, and the little candles stood in rows. So I hurried to do my homework. But before I finished writing, all the candles were lit and it was dark around me.
"Don't worry, don't worry, think again." After that, my mother took out a small flashlight like magic. This flashlight was drawn in the last shopping lottery, but this flashlight has one disadvantage, that is, it can only light up if it is pressed, and it will not light up if it is not pressed.
In order to make me feel at ease to do my homework, my mother said it herself and pressed it herself.
In the darkness, a beautiful light poured down like moonlight. Mother held a hand high and pressed the button hard, and the faint orange light lit up my exercise book.
However, this small beam of light can only illuminate a small area, so my head leans towards the textbook, and my mother quickly shines the light on the textbook; My head turned back again and the light followed in a hurry.
In this silent room, the lights kept moving and jumping.
I used that little flashlight, too. If you want the light to last, you have to keep pressing that button with your fingers, and it only takes dozens of seconds to make your fingers ache. The light goes out occasionally and then comes on in a hurry. The faint light can't hide the mother's guilt. She seems to feel that her mistake has delayed me.
Somehow, the complex equation became blurred in my eyes, and an unspeakable emotion choked me in my throat. I quickly calculated on the draft paper and looked at my mother's hard work. How can I not be serious?
That stubborn light is like my mother's stubborn love. I never doubt that even if the world is out of power, there will be gentle and warm light to illuminate my world. ...