"It's good to have you." This is a warm word. Because of the people around us, our life has become better. The following are five 800-word essays I brought for your reference.
It's good to have you. Everyone has unhappy times and lost times. When everyone is at a loss; Everyone has a wandering time; When everyone is at a loss; Everyone has a wandering time; Sometimes you lose yourself. Why don't you talk to a friend at this time? I have a friend who is a cloud floating in the sky … I also have a friend who is a small forest in an unknown field …
Now I am sometimes very contradictory, confused, hesitant and helpless. There is no one to talk to, but I am struggling to get back to reality. At that time, I was suddenly surprised to find a place of comfort, and the object of comfort was a cloud in a small forest.
I walked alone in this small forest, listening to the rustling of leaves and the sound of the wind blowing gently. I lay in the middle of the forest and looked up at the sky. My good friend was already waiting for me. We have no language communication, only empathy. Close your eyes, calm down, think nothing, breathe gently, and you will smell the wind and autumn. How elegant ...
In this way, your heart is calm, but you are lost, and you feel that you want to float with him in the wind and distribute the fragrance of autumn together.
Well, you have calmed down. Now you can unlock your heart alone and shout heartily under the comfort of the wind, the fetters of the clouds and the protection of the Woods! Release all the depression these days and let this resentment purify with the wind and clouds. ...
Are you feeling better? Of course, what else do we care?
Not only that, it is also a good place for me to study! There, no one can disturb you, you can approach the world of books without reservation, and no one can disturb you. This is the highest level of your study!
Because of you, I am no longer confused, lost and lonely. Thank you. It's good to have you here. ...
It's good to have you. There is a feeling that I am not as selfless as my parents. So sweet between lovers; Not as delicate as the love between teachers and students, not as burning as the fire of friendship, but it is perfect, that is, blue face.
It's good to have you. You always think of me. Let's go to the gate to play. The first time I went, you took my hand and accompanied me down. Since then, you have been very kind to me. That time, he said that he would cut off contact with me after school, and you gave me advice. However, I made a detour and said, "If he wants to pay me back, you tell me, or I'll break up with him." From then on, he was afraid of me. Thank you very much.
It's good to have you. You always make me happy. It's still sad to think of me now. Last Tuesday, when I saw you, I teased you to wear my hat to see if it was cute. Here's your buddy. You didn't bring him. I'm leaving. However, at noon, I heard a bad news, which was even worse than that you ignored me-you lost your memory. After listening, I stayed there alone. I was fine this morning, but I didn't see you at noon. You were in the hospital for a week, and I was worried for a week. I haven't listened for a week. The teacher knows that I have a good relationship with you, and the teacher has advised me, but I feel that half the sky has collapsed. I go to Lacrimosa every day. I used to cry, but now I cry easily. Because I'm afraid of losing you.
At noon the day before yesterday, I saw you on my way home, and you asked, "Why is it so late?" I said, "I went to get a card with my classmates." You said, "It's past twelve o'clock, hurry home, or your mother will talk about you." I said, "It's good to have you, although it's not mine." He smiled. What a big smile.
It's good to have you, so my heart is full of happiness and warmth, and my face is full of this happiness.
It's very kind of you to have an 800-word boat and travel three times. There must be Yun Fan as a navigation aid. On the way of growing up, there is sunshine, which helps me overcome the haze in my heart and wants to say to you: it's good to have you on the way of growing up.
Warm spring/It's good to have you.
I still remember that spring day when I was a child, there were green leaves, the wind blew the leaves and rubbed them, and the shadows of the trees mottled the earth. You took my hand and walked slowly in the street, pointing out the scenery everywhere from time to time and taking me to know the world. I ran, jumped and clumsily jumped. ...
I had a good time, and I had a good time, but I forgot you were by my side. Suddenly, I remembered that I couldn't find you, and I cried with fear. You rushed in front of me, patted me on the back and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, grandpa is here!" " "I gradually stopped sobbing.
It's good to have you. It's comforting when you're scared.
It's good to have you in midsummer.
It's midsummer in a blink of an eye. The warm sunshine scattered on the floor through the window. You sat next to me and taught me "there is such a bright light at the foot of the bed". Sometimes I take out a pen and paper and patiently teach me to write.
At first, I was full of ambition, but after drawing a few strokes, I found that my writing was far from yours, so I pouted angrily and put away my pen, trying to give up halfway. You didn't say anything, but looked at me "provocatively": "Who said anything about writing beautiful words just now?" I knew I was wrong, so I leaned back and picked up a pen. You gently took my little hand and led me to write one by one. Your hands are very thin, but the words you write are very powerful. On the paper, it is your vigorous font. I looked up at you. Your eyes are particularly focused. When you saw me drifting away, you told me to be serious. The summer wind, with a hint of coolness in the heat, brushed the paper on the table and brushed the slightly moving nib on the paper. I started writing. ...
It's good to have you, and there are reminders when you make mistakes.
It's good to have you in the middle of winter.
Xia Yun, the spring flower, slipped away quietly, and it was the middle of winter after many years. Heavy schoolwork burden and heavy pressure make me rush into my room to study every time I go home, but I am in a daze, and countless troubles and boredom accumulate in my heart. My heart is as cold as snowflakes floating outside the window.
You push the door open and the light shines through it. I looked up, only to see your backlit figure, slowly coming towards me. Gradually, only vaguely distinguish your warm face. You put down the teacup and fondled my head kindly: "When you do things, be like the tea in this cup. After being frivolous, you must be practical and calm to succeed. "
The tea leaves float and sink, and the liquid in the cup turns slightly blue under the light. I gently hold the hot tea, take a sip, and the warm water flows into my heart. After drinking, the palms are still warm; After thinking for a long time, it seems that I realized grandpa's profound meaning. The rest of the temperate zone in my palm is cold in winter, which also changes my inner temperature.
It's good to have you. I have guidance when I'm confused.
It's good to have you. I've grown a lot.
Grandpa, it's good to have you.
It's good to have you. When the first smile in the morning appeared before my eyes, I knew that on this day, with you, my heart would be full of sunshine!
It was you who gave me the coat in the chilly spring wind. At that moment, I felt that the sun was shining and warmed my heart.
That's your little umbrella for me on a hot summer day. In a flash, I felt a cool breeze blowing from my eyes.
Fallen leaves bring autumn news. I don't know why, but the leaves fall to the ground, but they seem to be in my heart. Coupled with unsatisfactory results, borrowing leaves seems to be more worrying! You see through me, I am full of confidence!
Winter followed, and I leaned over my desk and looked at the book that I could never finish reading. I was extremely tired. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. Then, you bring in a cup of milk tea. In an instant, a warm current filled your heart. Your warmth, sweetness and warmth!
Four seasons cycle, sixteen years is like one day, and love will never change! You taught me to face difficulties bravely. You said, "On the voyage of life, take risks and rest." Yes, I'm tired. Your arms are my warm harbor.
Mom, it's good to have you! Sad, with your company and guidance, the long night is accompanied by deep dreams. In my sleep, I dreamed that I was a child in the night of July and August, enjoying the cool on the balcony, snuggling in your arms, smiling and counting the dense stars in the sky, which was extremely comfortable and happy!
Mom, it's good to have you! I know that everything in the world may be fleeting, and only your love can last forever without being far-fetched. You lit up my heart, perfumed my soul and purified my soul with your love!
Mom, it's good to have you! I know that no matter how strong I am, no matter how erratic I am, I need warmth when I am cold, understanding when I am lonely, and rest when I am tired. ...
It's good to have you, because of you, I have a dear in my wandering life!
It's good to have you. I was born sickly, but I'm only skin and bones. How can I have a thousand pounds of weight curled up in your arms? Deep love condenses into bean-sized sweat from your forehead and falls on my wrinkled face. I was scared to cry, but you suddenly smiled and said to the nurse next to me, "It's really my child, even crying like me!" " And you kept laughing and laughing.
When did my once curled-up little body become a chic and elegant figure on the basketball court? And you, when did your silence become nagging? When did your virtue become rough? When, when, did the wrinkles on your face appear without rude greeting me? I asked. "Silly child, you have grown up!" You said with a smile.
But it has only been fourteen years. I grew up and lost your youth. The footprint of life is full of love you gave me, and it keeps flooding.
I remember when I was a child, after school, the sky suddenly became overcast, with lightning and thunder, and it rained cats and dogs. Standing at the school gate, I suddenly felt so helpless. Because of my willfulness, I secretly took out the umbrella you stuffed in your schoolbag. But how can I go home now that it's raining? Mom will be angry when she knows, and she will never like me again. I feel sad when I think about it. I can only sit on the cold floor, hoping that the rain will stop soon. I lowered my tired eyes, but suddenly a very familiar figure appeared in front of me. Isn't that my mother? I was just about to run forward when a classmate crouched behind me rushed up, hugged the figure tightly and shouted, "Mom, you can come!" " ""that's not my mother! That's not you! You must be angry and don't want me! "I thought painfully, holding my head, and my tears kept flowing downwards. Boom! At the moment when lightning and thunder are intertwined, you appear at the corner of the school gate. " Mom! "I jumped up." I thought you didn't want me! " "You put your wet hair behind your ear:" Silly boy, why don't you? " You still smiled and hugged me.
Now I am in junior high school, more willful than before, but more dependent on you. After I left home, I called home every night, and you comforted me when I was sad; You still comfort me when I am troubled; Even though I lost my temper with you on the phone, you still comforted me. You always tell me with a smile that you will always stand behind me. Even when I was so angry that I didn't need you anymore, you smiled and took my arm and said, then I won't leave because of you!
"My mother is like a silly elder sister sometimes! She always laughs! " I often describe my mother to strangers like this.