A 300-word essay about the understanding of love Urgent! ! ! !

When I was a child, for a rural child like me, the biggest luxury was to be taken by adults to visit the county town. I liked to be in the streets that were not spacious, and in the bustling flow of people, I used my immature words to express myself. Observe the colorful world with your eyes, and wait until the sun sets before setting foot on the road home with the adults. The small county town in the 1980s had such a strong charm on a child that he kept thinking about it in his sleep. So since then, there has been a dream brewing in my little heart. One day I will become a real city dweller. I have been working hard for this dream in my heart. After failing the college entrance examination, I resolutely chose to join the army. During my several years in the military, I reminded myself all the time that I had to rely on my own efforts to win my ideals. I actively fought for all jobs, big and small, worked extremely hard on military training, and I was even more hungry for political theory. Hard work paid off, and finally I was admitted to the military academy. When I returned to my home full of hope, the excitement in my heart plummeted: my parents had grown white on the temples because they had raised me and my sister, and their hard work day after day had already made them rickety, and their health was getting worse day by day; hope How could I not be happy even though my elder brother saw his smiling face when he saw the admission notice from the military academy? When can we let them live a life in the city? I've never thought of a better way. After graduating from the military academy, I was assigned to Qingdao. I have admired the reputation of the station in Qingdao since I was in elementary school. After reporting on it, I took advantage of the opportunity to go out and look around, and it is indeed well-deserved. Compared with the small county town in our hometown, it is like heaven and earth. Thinking about the bumpy roads in my hometown, the smelly garbage, the dirty water flowing on the ground, the cries of vendors walking around the village and alleys... all of these are constantly impacting my nerves. When will our county streets become wider, the roads smoother, the buildings higher, and the shops more numerous? I almost lost faith. I couldn't help but feel glad that I finally left this poor, backward, and dilapidated small county town and came to the big city I had longed for. Here I married a wife and had children, and the so-called city life expired. As the days go by, my concern for my hometown is gradually diminishing. Suddenly one day, when I was reading the People's Liberation Army Daily, I found an inconspicuous press release saying that the World Sailing Championships concluded successfully at the Rizhao Water Sports Center. Is this the city that in my impression could not be worse? I was wondering. It has been seven years since I graduated from Qingdao and four years since I got married. I only went back to my hometown once when I got married. On my father’s birthday last September, at his repeated request, my wife and I took our two-year-old daughter back to celebrate the old man’s birthday. In order to make time, we hurriedly took a regular bus, and I fell asleep after getting on the bus. About two hours later, my wife pushed me and said, "Wake up, we're already here." I was bleary-eyed, how could this be possible? It used to take more than three hours to get home by car. How long does it take now? I turned over and saw that the car had already entered the city. What comes into view are neat and wide roads and row upon row of tall buildings. My whole body was tightly surrounded by an inexplicable feeling. Is this the small town where I once studied and lived? The small town that I once hated and abandoned? Guilt welled up in my heart. "xxx, here." As soon as I left the station, I heard a long-lost voice. In a blink of an eye, I saw a familiar figure standing next to a Chery car. It turned out to be my cousin calling me. There was no time to be polite, so she got into his car and went straight to his home. On the way, my cousin told me the secret to his fortune. It turned out that in recent years, my cousin had relied on the party’s good policies to open a small factory. Through honest management and steady development, it has now begun to take shape. "Our living conditions have improved in the past few years. We are no longer the poor farmers who had no food and clothing. It is natural to have a car and a house," my cousin said easily. As the car raced on the wide concrete road, I became more confused. Once upon a time, even riding a bicycle on this road was so bumpy that it hurt my butt. Why has it changed so much now? Seeing me frowning, my cousin said: "This year, the provincial government allocated funds to build roads to connect every village in the province. In recent years, we have many good policies in rural areas, such as direct food subsidies, which directly transfer money Distributed to the hands of our common people; for another example, for rural medical insurance, each farmer only needs to pay 10 yuan, and he can see a doctor with confidence, and no longer has to worry about affording medical treatment; and our village is still a direct subsidy target in the reservoir area. In the past, we I’ve had enough of the hardships of living near the reservoir, and the government has provided subsidies today. In addition, an apartment for the elderly and a cultural compound have been built in the village...” After my father’s birthday, my wife and I returned to the army, and my wife said to me. He said, "You always tell me not to go back to my hometown. It turns out you are afraid that I will envy my hometown." I was speechless. Just a few days ago, I had just finished reading the report of the two sessions. My father called me on his mobile phone and said excitedly: "I heard that students will not have to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees to go to school this year. The country also has many policies to enrich the people. When will you have one?" Come back and tell us. By the way, now your mother also has a mobile phone. Whenever you want, she can call her directly..." This is my hometown, the place that haunts me - Rizhao.

Love Hidden in the Quilt

She was an unfortunate child. As soon as she was born, she was thrown to a bridge in the countryside by her biological parents.

She was picked up and brought home by a man in his forties. Because a man cannot afford a wife, he is an old bachelor in the village.

He ground the rice and cooked it to feed her, held her to sleep, used rags as diapers for her, and taught her to call her "Daddy". When she called "Daddy" in a sweet voice for the first time, the man happily lifted her above his head, eager to show off to the whole village that he had a daughter.

She was very thin when she first arrived and cried non-stop every day. The man held her in his arms and asked people who had just given birth to advice on their experience in raising children. The forty-year-old can be seen washing piles of diapers by the river every afternoon. When the farming was busy, the man put her in a basket and took her to the field. While the men harvested, she sat in the basket and played. Sometimes it eats dirt, sometimes it pulls grass. Her little face and hands were both dark, and the man would look back at her from time to time and smile.

The little girl grows up day by day. She is still thin, but she is getting healthier and rarely gets sick. The man was illiterate and named her "Yaya". When Yaya was 5 years old, the man changed his own better clothes for her to wear. While putting them on, he said happily: "Girl's family has grown up, so it's shameful to have her butt naked all day long."

When Yaya was 7 years old, all the children of the same age started studying. The man saw it and was anxious in his heart. He began to do more work for others and saved up his meager remuneration little by little. A year later, he sent Yaya to primary school. In order to save more money, he began to go up the mountain with young men to chop wood and burn charcoal. Seeing him walking down the mountain carrying a tree that was twice his own weight, the villagers said: "In a girl's house, it doesn't matter whether you can read or not. Why are you working so hard?" The cliff is steep, and you may fall if you are not careful. Although disabled, he never missed a day from work.

After winter, the charcoal he burned sold for more than 800 yuan a day, which was enough for his daughter's two-year tuition. He felt that after having his daughter, his life suddenly became filled with pursuits and plans. He planned to send his daughter to the middle school in the town, and he felt very proud.

YaYa’s grades are indeed very good, with double percent marks every time in Chinese and mathematics. The head teacher said, this girl's name doesn't look like a given name. Your father's surname is Wang, so just call her Wang Shuixian.

In order to earn enough money for her to attend junior high school, the man still fell while chopping firewood. He was carried to the health center by the villagers. The doctor said that it was okay and there were no fractures. So he was asked to go to the town to see a doctor, but he refused. After lying at home for more than three months, I can still walk, but I have a slight limp. In three months, Narcissus learned to go home and cook for his father. He was also good at chopping firewood and washing clothes. At that time, she was only 11 years old. The hard life and poor family background made her mature prematurely.

The next year, she was admitted to the town's junior high school. Afraid that she would be cold, the man put the only two quilts at home into snakeskin bags and carried them to her school. After her father left school, she was too embarrassed to take out the quilt. For girls in the same dormitory, the quilts are either satin or the same color as the brand new sheets. It was just her, the quilt was full of holes, the lining was yellow, and the face was bright red and green. She felt uncomfortable. She was worried that her father would freeze at home from now on, and she would rather freeze to death than take out these two ugly quilts. But it was really cold at night, so she took out the quilt, wrapped it around her body, and cried.

In the class, she is a girl who always sticks to the wall. But she was always number one, so no one bullied her. But no one knew that what she longed for was not the exclamations of her classmates when the teacher read out the scores, but a beautiful, odor-free quilt.

One day in the second grade of junior high school, my father suddenly came to the school. Behind him was an excited couple. The woman said: "As soon as I saw her, I felt like..." The two touched her face again and again. She looked at her embarrassed father and suddenly understood.

Her father came over, adjusted her clothes, and said sadly: "It's not that dad doesn't want you, these are your biological parents. Their family is in good condition. If you go with them, you can go to college in the future... "She looked at it all blankly. The couple wanted to give her father 20,000 yuan, but he refused. Before she even had time to return to the village, she was taken away by her new parents. She had never seen such a magnificent home. She had her own room and her own bed, with sheets and quilt covers of the same color. She bit her finger, she wasn't dreaming.

She obediently changed her name to calling them parents. When she mentioned her adoptive father in front of them, she cleverly called him "Uncle Wang." Her name was also changed to "Li Chuchu". She was sent to the best school in the city, and her room had a small balcony, her own piano and computer. Her parents gave her a lot of pocket money, and she saved it little by little. Although she didn't want to go back to the village, she was thinking about "Uncle Wang" and whether he had a warm quilt in winter.

She would go back to visit "Uncle Wang" every holiday. Every time she went back, she would cause a sensation in the whole village. When leaving, he would always take her to the entrance of the village. She felt very unbearable when she saw his hunched back and lame legs in the sunset.

Her parents told her that they gave birth to her before they were married and had to throw her by a bridge in the countryside. The two got married many years later, but they were unable to get pregnant again.

Her parents never doubted whether she was her biological child. Until one day when her parents took her to get vaccinated and check for hepatitis antibodies, they checked her blood type. After the results came out, the couple were stunned. There is no way this 15-year-old girl is their child.

The couple discussed it all night and decided not to tell her the news.

They had raised her for two years, and even a pet had feelings for her, let alone a well-behaved girl who was the same age as their children. But the couple became noticeably cold towards her.

She thought she was not good enough, so she studied harder. After returning home from school, she did all the cooking and washing dishes. But I still can't satisfy my parents. They disliked her for making noises when eating, for not being generous enough when guests were at home, and for being clumsy in doing things.

She began to miss her adoptive father. Although his family was poor, he never disliked himself. She wet the bed when she was ten years old, and he never said a word to her.

One day in the third grade of junior high school, she suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. After being sent to the hospital by the teacher, his parents hurried over. She had a tumor in her head and needed a craniotomy.

My parents had the idea of ??sending her back. They didn't tell her, but silently drove her to the village where she found her adoptive father.

The adoptive father pulled her into the house without saying anything. He held her hand, tears streaming down his face: "Daughter, you are not theirs, they don't want you, dad will take you to see a doctor!"

He learned that Narcissus was seriously ill and was sent to the hospital. When we returned to the village, the villagers came to see him. She hid at home and cried. After crying enough, she lay on the window and watched the parents she had called for more than two years driving away in despair. She knew they would never come back.

She started calling the man "Daddy" again. Her father took her to the city for medical treatment. The doctor said that the medical expenses would be at least 30,000 yuan. 30,000 yuan is an astronomical figure to him. Desperate, he decided to go find the couple who had insisted on giving him 20,000 yuan. But their answer was: "If we are willing to give you money, why bother returning her to you?"

He refused to compromise and sat in front of the couple's door day and night, telling everyone who passed by Tells the fate of Narcissus. He knew that this might be a bit underhanded, but in order to save his daughter's life, he had no other choice. The couple was so troubled that they finally left him 20,000 yuan. With his savings and help from fellow villagers, he barely paid for the medical expenses.

Because it was a benign tumor, the surgery was successful. When he took his daughter back, firecrackers were set off in the village. Everyone watched the father and daughter staggering into the house. It was unknown who wiped away tears first, and the whole village burst into tears.

His back became more hunched and his legs became more lame. But she began to believe that he was the greatest man in the world. Because he gave her a love that no one else had given. Maybe he was as humble and meager as those two quilts, but it was enough to warm her life.

Motherly Love

I have a good mother, she gave me life and a future.

One winter night, I was doing homework, and there was silence all around. My mother came and quietly put her thin clothes on me. When the clock struck eleven o'clock, I had just finished my homework. When I turned around, I saw my mother standing quietly beside me, with bloodshot eyes. My heart ached so much that I bumped into my mother's arms and hugged her. My mother, who was shivering from the cold, couldn't stop sobbing. You said softly: "Go to bed, don't cry, mom is not cold." Lying on the bed, I couldn't sleep, and my mother's thin figure always appeared in front of my eyes.

What a wonderful mother! Events from many years ago came back and I was stuck in the past.

It was a night in summer. Duo woke up from his dream, feeling very uncomfortable and hot all over. Because my dad is a doctor, I knew clearly that I had a fever. I quickly got up and cried: "Mom, I have a fever." My mother suddenly turned over, held me in her arms, touched my forehead anxiously, then quickly gave me medicine, put a wet scarf on my head, and held me tightly in her arms. .

In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and found my mother sitting by the bed. Seeing that I was awake, she asked me with a smile: "Are you feeling better?" I looked at my mother's kind face, nodded, and said excitedly: "Much better! Mom, thank you..." My nose felt sore. , I can’t say it anymore.

Thinking of this, I can't help but think of a song my sister taught me, "Only Mom is Good in the World", yes! My mom is the best mom in the world! However, how will I repay my mother's kindness?

ssm2ssm2 2009-12-15 20:54:55

In this world, who has not been bathed in the love of parents, who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who think about me and care about me all the time.

My father can best be described as a "strict father". He has very strict requirements on my study and life. He made a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework seriously. In addition, my father often asked me to read some extracurricular books to let me understand scientific knowledge beyond textbooks. My play time was greatly reduced as a result. Sometimes, other parents ask me: "Is your father strict with you?" The naive me nodded vigorously to show that "very, very strict, not ordinary!" Now, whenever I face the problem after every exam, When I was ranked first and second in the class, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I am so grateful to him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every possible way.

In order to let me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekend, she didn't care about rest, so she started washing the dirty clothes I changed, and put the clean clothes next to my bed the next morning. Especially when I am sick, my mother is pouring water, delivering medicine, and getting up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt is well covered...

Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, , when I saw the words "How about studying?" in their letters, and heard the familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to wear more clothes" on the phone, I immediately felt their care for me. Care and love. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its existence all the time.

The sound of piano in the rain 2009-12-16 06:18:51

Love

Time: April 15, 2009 Author: Anonymous Source: Internet Resources

A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can it not be sweet for a child to sleep in them.

——Question

The high school entrance examination is over, and A failed to get into high school as he wished. He was very distressed and decided to repeat the study, but what about the re-read fee? My parents are both honest farmers, so how can I afford the re-study fees?

一

"Dad, please think of a solution quickly. Where can we get the tuition for the child?" It was the mother's voice, "It's okay, we will meet again today." Go to a relative's house to borrow it," Dad replied. "You are still going. My relatives and friends have all been borrowed. How can you ask if you want to borrow again this time?" Mom said anxiously. "In order to repay the child, I have no choice but to shamelessly borrow it, alas!" Dad sighed and said. After school, A, who had just walked to the door of the house, heard this conversation.

Two

Today is Saturday. A rushed home and found a note on the table: Brother, you eat first, I helped my parents work in the fields. . It was a note left by his sister. When A came to the rice, "Ah, dumplings," A shouted happily. His appetite suddenly increased, and when he went to the kitchen to get chopsticks, he inadvertently turned his face. A caught a glimpse of a pile of potato skins in the dustpan. He was stunned. There was an indescribable smell in his heart, and his nose felt sour.

三

On Sunday morning, as soon as A opened his sleepy eyes, he heard his parents outside the door saying: "Hurry up and make some breakfast for your child. Be sure to cook him two The child is tired from studying and needs nutrition. I will go to the back mountain to dig some wild vegetables and sell them at the market to see if I can buy some money to pay for the child's tuition." The father gave the mother a few words and left. After entering the house, he saw A sitting on the bed and said, "Sleep a little longer. You are tired from studying, so you can rest again." But how could A fall asleep? He quickly got up, put on his clothes and went to the back mountain to help. Father dug wild vegetables.

A good show. A turned on the TV and watched it attentively. "Brother, please turn off the TV quickly. Mom is sleeping." My sister said. "It's okay, let your brother watch TV and relax." Mom turned over. A turned off the TV with a "pop" sound and continued to memorize the book.

The night is very dark, very deep, and very quiet.

mangreng 2009-12-16 06:51:36

Father’s love

If a mother’s love is compared to a blooming lily, in Every corner exudes its charming fragrance, then father's love is a jasmine, which silently exhales its fresh fragrance in a corner! We have always only praised the greatness of maternal love, but who knows the implicitness of father's love! The word father's love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary. A jasmine plant may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. This is what father's love is, just like jasmine. Open quietly. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will definitely accompany you throughout your life. I am about to enter junior high school, and my schoolwork is quite heavy. I have to wait until just on time to finish my homework. I don't finish my homework until nine or ten o'clock. My father often complained that I didn't hurry up. I was used to completing my homework in this way. Once I was writing, it was too late, and I was lying on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How can you do this!" I don’t believe you will still have the energy to listen to the lecture tomorrow. What’s the use of studying at night if you don’t hurry up! I told you so many times but you just didn’t listen!” After saying that, he didn’t sympathize with me at all and gave me a slap in the face and walked out of my room. I slammed the door and made a loud noise. I immediately turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, feeling extremely aggrieved. I thought: "Others don't have to complete their homework. What's wrong with me? I'm just procrastinating. Is that wrong?" Do you blame me? "This slap made me burst into tears like boiling water. I always felt that my father was too unkind. My father stopped talking to me and I ignored him. He often looked at me with hostility. I felt very sad about this. I was so uncomfortable that I searched for those words in my memory every day, and I always felt that I was right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, and the text was as follows: Child, I didn’t mean to hit you, I was just ruthless. Bu Chenggang, other people's children have finished their homework early and are still playing downstairs. How can your body hold up if you study like this every day? Dad hopes that you can learn every minute and every second and not let time pass by in a hurry, but you can't just watch. At that time every night, my dear father, I saw that there were clear traces of wiped tears on the note. I was a little shaken and I wrote a reply. Dad, I didn’t mean to make you angry. I was wrong in the past, and it was not good of me to treat you like that. But you have to understand me. Other people's children take the time to finish their homework and then go out to play. I can't accept my father's good intentions. I know my son. I burst into tears, and my heart I felt so much regret that I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. From this moment on, I finally realized the greatness of my father's love. I really wanted to say to my father: "Dad, I was wrong!" Two letters Later, my father and I met but I didn’t know what to say. He said to me: "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "Yeah!" He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you. Pursue your goals. I don’t ask you to do anything. As long as you think it’s right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Inspired by his love, I must study hard and "fight" the battle of being promoted to high school beautifully to repay my father's love