Love accompanied me to grow up. Excellent composition 1 Stars shining on the ground at night, spring water flowing in your mouth.
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In this changeable world, who taught us bit by bit, who frustrated us on the way back, and who brought us a little comfort when we were sobbing and annoyed? It is our parents. They always pay attention to everything we have!
I happened to see grandma Bing Xin's poem describing her father's love, which was very simple and realistic. "father! I love your sea as much as I love you. " In the Chinese character "wild", "father sparse" may represent the "treasure hijab", constantly resisting the outside wind and rain and guarding us. So his love is more profound, like a silent song, a firm song, which has been lingering in my ears.
It was a cold night, and the indoor thermometer showed 13 degrees Celsius. Occasionally, the sound of cars speeding came from the window.
I was still lying in front of my desk, trying to write, one hand was cold, and I got a little warmth in the constantly sucked out heating. Outside the half-open door, parents have been whispering, "haven't the children finished writing yet?" It's too late, go to bed. " "Shh-keep your voice down and don't rush her." Dad deliberately raised his voice again. Then there was a long silence.
The wind whistling outside the window, "conniving" the window frame. I can't help shivering and feel the unprecedented cold.
Footsteps from far to near, light and smart. 1 of "cheep", dad went out. His tall and burly body is slightly hunched. Holding a steaming cup of boiling water firmly in his hand. Water vapor blows on my face, rises like smoke, and then slowly spreads and permeates all the rooms. For an instant, all the chill seemed to be driven away by the hot air.
"Is there anything else?" Dad's concerned answer.
I give a simple answer. Dad sat down quietly beside me. I looked at the cup of warm water brought to me and bowed my head and pulled my father to smile at each other. My father reached out his generous hand and gently stroked my head. I suddenly found out how many bars of soap my father had put between his temples.
"It will be warmer this way." Dad took my cold hand in his warm big hand. I stared at my father with a little honey juice and saw the crow's feet in the corner of my father's eye because of love. Joel's eyes got wet in the hurry.
The night is not deep, but I can clearly hear my father coughing gently in the living room. The cold wind is still outside the window, but I no longer feel cold.
Holding this cup of red water with a residual temperature is like holding dad's warm big hand. At this moment, I seem to feel that I have grown up and matured. This simple and ordinary love will accompany me all my life.
Love grows with me. There are many kinds of love. However, there is one kind of love that is purest, greatest and most gratifying, and that is filial love.
I was born in a filial family. Parents are filial to grandparents, and grandparents are filial to grandmothers in their 90 s. So I was influenced by filial piety and love since I was a child, and I also learned what filial piety and love are.
I remember when I was six years old, my grandfather spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with us in our home. Dad bought a box of moon cakes, which contained two crab yellow moon cakes that both my mother and I liked to eat. When we started eating moon cakes, my mother and I both picked crab-yellow moon cakes. My grandfather finally picked up a five-kernel moon cake that was not very chewy. This detail showed my mother. My mother quickly told my grandfather that she didn't like crab moon cakes, so she changed them with my grandfather. Seeing this, I hesitated. I know my mother likes crab moon cakes, too, but she gave them to my grandfather. I remember that I am six years old, and I should give my mother the crab moon cake. Besides, my mother works very hard and cooks for us when she comes back from work. I decided to give this crab moon cake to my mother, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I don't like crab moon cakes either. I want to eat them with you." My mother looked at me with a crab moon cake and smiled with relief. Grandpa praised me for growing up and being a sensible child.
Last year, my parents and I went back to my grandfather's house for the Spring Festival. As soon as I entered the room, I saw grandma coming out of the room with cotton trousers in her hand. I went to talk to her at once. However, I smelled a stench before I got close, and I immediately swam away with my nose. It turns out that my grandmother is old, her legs and feet are not good, and she is inconvenient to move. She often wets her pants. My grandmother didn't abandon her. She waited on her for more than ten years, did her filial piety and peed in front of her bed.
All this is love and filial piety. My mother gave crab moon cakes to my grandfather and I gave them to my mother, which showed my children's filial piety to their parents. Grandma has served her grandmother for more than ten years, which shows the daughter-in-law's filial love for her mother-in-law. It also made me understand from an early age that filial piety means that when parents work all day and drag their tired bodies home, we children send them a cup of hot tea, rub their backs and shoulders, help them brush chopsticks and wash dishes, and do something within our power.
There are many stories about filial piety in our family. They have always been with me, inspiring me and educating me to grow step by step.
Love grows with me. On the long road of life, there will inevitably be pain and failure. Because of love, we can continue to grow; Because of love, we can keep moving forward. -inscription
When I was an ignorant child, I was naive and confused about the world. At this time, my family gave me love, so that I didn't go wrong and led me to the right hall. They gave me meticulous love and made me understand the power of love. A cup of hot milk, a caring word and a loving look are all deep love.
Affection is like sunshine, warm and delicate, growing with me.
When my face is constantly fading away from childishness and I embark on the road of learning, I will inevitably be full of doubts and hit a wall. At this time, the love given by the teacher prevented me from going astray and led me to the hall of truth and success. Teachers constantly teach us knowledge, and the church gives us the truth of being a man, which makes me understand the essence of love. The teacher's silent love spread to my heart.
Teacher's love, such as dew, moistens and sweetens me and grows with me.
When knowledge enriches the brain, it is inevitable to encounter failure and danger on the road to society. At this time, the love given by my friends helped me out of the shadow of failure and overcome all difficulties. They helped me when I was in trouble; Give me encouragement when I fail. Let me have the courage to meet a brand-new day!
The love of friends, such as coffee, is full of fragrance and grows with me.
Time is running out, love takes me to towards the distant!
Love accompanied me to grow up. Before I know it, I am a fourth-grade student. When I was growing up, it was the teacher's care that accompanied me along the way, and let me know how to care for others!
On that occasion, in order to celebrate "June 1st" International Children's Day for us, the school organized all our teachers and students to visit Panyu Xiangjiang Wildlife Park. Everyone is very happy. Time flies. I am in a hurry to go to the bathroom. I left my friend in a hurry without asking the teacher for leave, and stopped reading the novel Animals out of curiosity. As a result, when I remembered to go back to work, everyone was gone. I am looking for tourists alone, and my heart is empty and I feel like crying. Finally, after a while, I saw the class in the yellow bird pavilion. The students all said, "Xian Jun, where have you been? The teacher asked for you, didn't you see it? " At this time, it happened that the teacher also came back. As soon as the teacher saw me, he said angrily, "He Xianjun, come here!" " "I bowed my head and walked slowly." Let me ask you, why didn't you tell the teacher when you left just now? "If every student is like this, what discipline is needed?" My tears fell and I cried. After seeing it, the teacher kindly asked what happened and comforted me gently: "Xian Jun, don't cry, just come back, you can correct it next time!" " Do you know that?/You know what? "Looking at the teacher's face full of sweat because he was looking for me, I was filled with tears because I was anxious, and I realized that the teacher was worried about my safety! Teacher, I want to say to you: "I'm sorry!" " "
I still remember one winter, on a cold night, I was shivering in bed because I was afraid of the cold. After the teacher knew it, he quickly brought the quilt on his bed to cover me, but the teacher only had a very thin quilt and spent such a cold night ... My mother told me that our teacher would make rounds every night, and they silently brought us warmth. How many sleepless nights that were! Commemoration ... My tears came down. ...
The teacher is like a street lamp hanging high, illuminating my growth path. Their hard work and energy are all over our campus! Teacher, I sincerely say: thank you!
Love grows with me. People often say that father loves mountains and mother loves the sea. In life, we will see many articles praising father's love and maternal love, but today, I want to talk about grandma's love.
When I was a child, I was always with my grandmother. She always takes good care of me and doesn't let me get hurt. Once I got sick and had a fever of 39℃. Grandma was so anxious that she quickly took me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I was still busy, running around to see me. Finally, I had an intravenous drip, and after the fever went down, grandma was willing to rest for a while. When I woke up, I saw grandma's red eyes, and I was deeply moved. From then on, grandma often touched my head to see if I had a fever. When I sleep at night, she always holds my hand for fear that something will happen to me.
After graduating from primary school, my life is still taken care of by my grandmother. Every day after school, grandma always watches me enter the school gate before she is willing to leave. In my life, my grandmother taught me a lot and benefited me a lot.
In middle school, my grandmother still treated me as a child and cared about my study. My grandmother often chats with me. I always tell her all kinds of recent events, and she also tells me everything she has seen and heard. We also became good friends in our hearts.
Grandma, you have given me infinite love and care. You have always accompanied me to grow up, and you have given me support and encouragement. People say that maternal love is the greatest, but who says that grandma's love is not the same?
Love grows with me. Each of us can't live without the care of our parents and relatives. Their love has always been with us, and they will call us even if they go to other places to do business. Warm greetings, this is love. Love is invisible and intangible, but it really surrounds us. We should find the love around us and cherish the love in front of us. Sun Yun, a spiritual growth mentor, said, "Let those who love you not be disappointed in you, and repay those who love you, and always remember."
I think my relatives have given me a lot of love. Once I was sick, my grandmother took me to school for leave, and then went to the hospital. We went during the self-study period, waiting in line for water, money, injections, and finally hanging water until six or seven in the evening. Grandma has been with me and never left. That time, I hung up the water for two or three days. Since then, grandma has asked me to put on more clothes and remind me from time to time not to catch a cold. I know those words are grandma's love for me.
Another time, I have been vomiting since I got up in the morning. Mom and dad are in a hurry. Let me go to the hospital. But I'm afraid of injections and medicine, and neither will I. My parents have to follow me. At noon, I was eating delicious food when I suddenly threw up again. My parents were very anxious and insisted that I go to the hospital, but I refused. Mom and Dad said softly, "Let's go and have a look. We'll be back if it's okay. Why don't we hang the water? " What if something happens in the future? "I said nothing, in the evening, really nothing. My parents said, "We were scared to death. We have to go to the hospital next time. "I know that those worries are the love of my parents.
Their love has always been by my side to protect me. If they go out to do business, they will also call once every Friday to ask about my study and life. What is shameful is that sometimes you don't cherish it, just answer casually and don't take it seriously at all. But I know my parents are serious. How much blood and sweat they shed for me! When I grow up, I must repay my parents and not let them worry and feel sad.
I love my mother because she gave me life and brought me to this beautiful world. I grew up in maternal love, and my grandmother told me that the first sentence I learned to say when I was babbling was "mom". I don't remember what happened when I was a child, except that the person I couldn't live without was my mother. Now that I am ten years old, I can already feel my mother's love for me.
I didn't do very well in the Chinese unit exam this time. I was very nervous when I came home from school. I hesitated whether I should take out my test paper and sign it for my mother. I watched my words and deeds quietly, but my mother kept a straight face. It was not until after dinner that my mother came to my room. "I have received the teacher's text message, take out the test paper!" I took out my test paper with trepidation. My mother looked at the test paper carefully, and then turned to me. I bowed my head in fear. There was no sound for a long time. I secretly looked up at my mother-unexpectedly, I saw a pair of loving eyes! My mother said to me calmly and kindly, "I didn't do well in this exam." Look for the reason carefully. I will work hard next time, you know? " I gently "hmm". Mom didn't criticize me! I know, this is her love for me! I can't live up to her expectations of me.
I still remember that on a cold rainy day, my mother drove me to school in her little donkey as usual. The raincoat covered my whole body, but it soaked my mother's clothes. I pulled my raincoat, hoping that my mother could cover it, but my mother pulled it back. Motherly love is a silent language that moistens my heart like a drizzle.
I am happy every day, because I grew up with my mother's love. I love you, my dear mother!
Love grows with me. As long as you are willing to feel it with your heart, you will find that love is around us and warm.
Some time ago, the leg muscles suddenly became inflamed, and it was too painful to walk. It is difficult for me to wash my face and brush my teeth at ordinary times. My mother brought the washbasin to my side and carried me to the bathroom. When I walk, my mother holds me; When I went to bed, my mother carried me to bed; Even when my sick right leg moves, I need to disturb my mother.
Gradually, I can do some activities, but my mother will still say, "slow down, okay?" Don't worry! "As if I were a toddler, I also deeply realized the hardships of my mother on the road to growth.
When I sleep at night, I can only keep one posture because my legs can't move, but after a long time, I will be very tired. My mother always knows what children need. My mother massages my legs every once in a while to help me change a comfortable posture. Mother kept repeating this action all night. At dawn, mother pretended to be full of energy. I know my mother can't sleep well at all because she is always worried about me.
Mom, thank you for taking care of me. Your love grows with me and makes me happy. Mom, I love you!
Love grew with me. On the way of growing up, I am happier because of love.
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Love is a stone, knocking out a warm flame; Love is fire, lighting the lamp of happiness; Love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Love is the way to accompany me to grow up happily. I live in a warm love nest like a bird, and the most important person to weave this love nest is my dear grandmother. I wandered in the sky she loved and grew up happily.
Grandma's love for me fills my life. After I entered junior high school, my studies became heavier. Living on campus makes me far away from home, but I am often surprised to find that she comes to see me. Last year's mid-term exam was the first big exam after I entered junior high school, so I paid special attention to it, studied hard and worked hard in the examination room, and only got results in my heart. But carelessness, that annoying obstacle, always makes me miss full marks.
After the exam, I felt that I had failed. The known mistakes I shouldn't have made always linger in front of my eyes, leaving a trace of regret in my heart. When I got back, I had nothing to say to my grandmother. I said I couldn't play well and my voice was so low that I couldn't hear myself. Grandma didn't criticize me. She was silent for a long time before comforting me. Don't be sad. Come back after failure. She told me a story about a child who is not afraid of difficulties and is strong and unyielding, and taught me to cheer up and not give in to failure. After the results were announced, my comprehensive scores were also good, ranking second in grade. Grandma was very happy when I told her. I saw tears of joy in her eyes.
In life, under the influence of my grandmother's love, I also learned to love others and be grateful. While I was living happily, the disease quietly eroded my grandmother's body and she had to have an operation. It was the most uncomfortable week for me. I was constantly worried about my grandmother's health, unable to eat and fidgeting. It pains me to think that I disobeyed and made her angry. Now I can't wait to fly to grandma and stay with her.
There are countless words praising father's love for mother's love, but I want to sing for grandma's selfless love. Her love is warmth in winter, coolness in summer, rain in drought and clarity in darkness. ...
Bathed in the spring breeze of love, singing and laughing all the way, I grew up happily.
Love grew with me. 10 unconsciously took care of my growth and crossed the stormy towards the distant.
"What terrible weather! It's freezing!" Walking on the road, I have been hearing people complain about the cold weather. The rain in the sky is as fine as a cow's hair, but it drops on me, making people feel freezing cold. I couldn't help but speed up my steps and rushed to the station wearing only a thin dress.
Handfuls of umbrellas decorate the rainy world with colorful colors. In the carriage, hold your empty hands tightly. Alas! It happens every time! No precautions! When you get off the bus, you have to reverse at the transfer station. It's raining harder and harder, and I'm huddled in the wind, but I can only stand there, not knowing where to stay. Keep breathing into your hand to warm your whole body.
Tick-tock, tick-tock ... The sound of rain is particularly clear, and the sound of car horns fills the whole street. Suddenly, it doesn't seem so cold. Did the rain stop? I turned around, but I bumped into a kind face and saw the umbrella that blocked most of the rain for me. I was at a loss and quickly said to my grandmother, "Nothing, I'm not cold! Thank you! " She smiled lovingly, looked at me and said, "It doesn't matter, there is no car anyway. Please hide under the umbrella with me first!" " It's cold, put on more clothes when you go out! "Seeing that she cares so much about me, I nodded and stood motionless under the umbrella, but a warm current rushed from my heart to my whole body, driving away all the cold.
The car passed by us. Finally, she said to me, "Here comes the bus. I'm leaving. Be careful yourself and avoid them! " I nodded and looked at her back, short and gray-haired, but when I needed help most, she made me feel a warm current.
It's raining again. I'm holding an umbrella and waiting for the bus. Looking at the girl who is alone in the rain, I walk to her with a smile …