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What makes us feel free to condemn Fang Qiu in our own lives?

In our short life, what makes us happy forever?

What makes us keep an upward heart forever in a colorful world?

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It's family I wonder if everyone feels the same way? We drift with the tide, clear the way in the mountains and bridge in the water; In the process of our own struggle, we are high-spirited, high-spirited and looking forward to the future.

It is because of the support and encouragement of our relatives that we have the motivation to struggle. As a friend said, I heard love from my mother's nagging, I saw hope from my father's silence, I thought of struggle from my teacher's eyes, and I knew my responsibility from the encouragement of my relatives ... Maybe, in a few days, we will step into society or go to college. Whether you are a stranger in a foreign land or wandering around the world. Family will always be our safe haven. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! "In our hearts, affection is the warmest. It not only gave us encouragement and support, but also let me know what love is!

Perhaps, affection is a kind of voice. When we are tired, it will relax our muscles and make us feel comfortable all over; When we are pessimistic, it encourages us to join hands to pull us out of the shadow of failure; When we forge ahead, it cheers for us, cheers for us, and tears for our achievements ..... This is family affection. From this sound, we know love. This kind of affection moved us, and this kind of affection made us burst into tears. From affection, we know a kind of responsibility. In order to make us stop sweating in the sun, we should have the fighting spirit of an eagle and the vitality and vigor of water!

I admire Brock's wise choice. "I don't want to look back in the future. Nothing but money. " Indeed, money can buy friends, but it can't buy affection, can it? People with affection are happy, and they are the flame you look forward to when you are cold; It is the nectar you have been searching for for for a long time when you are upset; It is the help you wait for when you are helpless. ......

This kind of affection makes us dream; This kind of affection moved us to be calm. With affection, we have the motivation to struggle. With affection, let us always keep an upward heart. With affection, let us always be happy and always chase the fiery sun in our lives!

It moistens everything silently and gently.

Silent wind, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.

..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

……

Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

Mother and child

Family, an eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that accompanied us through every unforgettable day and wrote our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression. It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are just separated by a gorge, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because affection is bound to be a reunion of mother and son.

Love my son deeply, eager to feed back.

There is true love in the world and there is true love in the world. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.

Everyone said that the father loves mountains, the mother's love is like water, the mother's love is gentle and sincere, the father loves mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a cheerful love song.

In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to residents here. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but found in the ruins that the young couple were carrying heavy objects with their own bodies, while the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.

Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and was ill in bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother groaning in the hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, he was heartbroken and decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." What day did Shi Guo answer with action? He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.

Love our children deeply, care for them, it is deep love that brings the warmth of the family, and it is sincere action that writes about social harmony. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.

This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.

Affection, flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, lovable; Family, bright moon, elegant and quiet, soft and attractive!

About friendship

Rainbow, rain ...

Rain, slapping my cheek at random, blends with my tears and flows into my mouth, whether salty or bitter. ...

I came to school early that day. When I returned to the classroom, I found that she hadn't arrived yet. She and I are deskmates and good friends for many years. I found her diary open and flat on the table. Out of kindness, I put her diary back in the drawer. Unfortunately, just then, she came in and found me holding her diary, so she walked in quickly and pointed at me and said, "thief, you peeked at someone else's diary." I really don't know how to write the word' shame'! " After listening to her words, my nose was sour and two tears came out of my eyes. I cried and said loudly, "No, really not. I just put it back in your drawer from the table! " "

"You needless to say, I knew you were such a person! Will you be so kind to help me? "

"This is true, please believe me! I help you because we are classmates and good friends! "

At this time, she also began to cry and said to me, "I don't have a friend like you!" " "Say that finish, she cried and ran out holding the diary.

My broken heart keeps bleeding. I feel sadder than ever. I feel that people around me are calling me a thief, saying and laughing at me all the time. I feel light, as if I don't belong to this world.

"No, I'm not a thief!" I shouted, covering my ears hard, not wanting to hear those voices again. Finally, I rushed out of the classroom and rushed into the endless rain. Tears Welling ...

Cold raindrops, like memories, beat my heart desperately.

That year, I just turned seven and my parents sent me to school. She is in my class. After class, I was the only one sitting in my seat, watching others chatting with their good friends. It's really not delicious in my room. I cried quietly in my seat. She may have heard my crying and walked to my seat and said, "Are you lonely? Come on, don't cry, shall we be good friends? " After listening to this, I was slightly surprised, but I didn't react. I looked at her doubtfully.

"Let's be friends, shall we?" She repeated it firmly again. Her words shone into my heart like morning light, which made me feel warm. I immediately dried my tears, smiled at her and nodded in agreement. She held out her little finger and said to me, "Come on, let's pull the hook!" " "

"The fish on the hook will not be changed for a hundred years!" Then, there was a hearty laugh in the classroom. Since then, there have been a pair of inseparable good friends on campus.

I remember that time in physical education class, I accidentally fell down and my classmates laughed at me. I really want to dig a hole in the ground and get in. It was she who helped me up and kindly said to me, "Are you all right? ..... "From that moment on, I decided that she was my best friend in my life!

I beat my head with my hands in despair, not wanting to let these memories linger in my mind ... I ran wildly on the playground. Suddenly, I found her sitting on a bench under a banyan tree crying. A powerful force let me walk past. I sat next to her and whispered to her, "Qing, please believe me, I really didn't peek at your diary." Is this the end of years of friendship? Do you really not trust me? Is such friendship still called friendship? "She looked at me for a long time after listening to my words. Suddenly, she hugged me and cried. We hugged and cried for a long time. After a while, she dried her tears and said to me, "Xinyu, I'm sorry, I was wrong about you." "Is it us ... or ... future friends?"

I grabbed her hand hard and said firmly, "Yes, it must be, in this life!" " "After hearing my words, she smiled, so pure and lovely. I followed her with a silly smile and said to her, "Let's go home!" " "well. "

Holding hands, we sang the song Auld Lang Syne and walked slowly to the classroom. ...

At this time, the rain has stopped, and there is a rainbow shining in the sky. ...

About everyday life

Speaking of campus, I always think of students. Yes, the main body of campus is indeed hundreds of students. However, remember that if there are only students, the campus will not play the role that her founder wants her to play: education.

Yes, if there are no educators-teachers on campus, it will be a meaningless and uninteresting place. Teacher, what is that occupation? Maybe you will associate her with words like "severe" and "inconsiderate", but after reading the following story, you will definitely not.

This is a true story.

One day a few months ago, my math teacher coughed in the office. Time, 6: 30 in the morning. She lay down and touched her forehead until when she came out in the morning, the person in the reception office was right: "You have a fever." There are three classes today. Fortunately, we can get in. She thought. She came early on purpose so that she could have a rest in the office before class.

The first class, the class in our class. Come in with a test paper and say nothing; She took the test paper and left without saying anything. For 45 minutes, she only said one sentence: 120 minutes. The only reason is that her bad voice is dying because of a cold and fever.

The second phase, the next class. I heard that she has been leaning against the door frame of that class for a long time.

In the third quarter, she took a substitute class. She asked the head teacher of that class to help her invigilate, and finally she could have a rest. However, two stacks of unapproved papers on the desk seem to be looking forward to her.

In the fourth quarter, in my class's self-study class, she asked me and another classmate to help correct the 133 papers of three classes. She always coughs ... I'm worried. And our head teacher, always by our side, said a word: "Your math teacher really wants to put his life on the line!" "

At noon, it was she who registered the results, not me. She always said, you all volunteered, so why bother you?

At the end of school, the class next door to our office began to make trouble, because the math homework books to be done at home had not been handed out yet. The noise must have reached her ears through the wall with poor sound insulation. Actually, I know that she didn't approve a word of those homework. But she is lying down now, so take this time to rest. Finally, I pushed open the office door with trembling hands. When my lips clearly and reluctantly spit out the words "exercise book", she stood up, struggling. She said to me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I bothered her, but she said she was sorry. She stood and corrected her homework, one *** 1 17.

I talked a lot, but she just wouldn't sit down. She said, I have a sense of urgency to stand and criticize the book you are going to do when you go back. I didn't realize that feeling until the other day. I can't last three minutes, and I'm sure most people can't either. But she made 1 17 copies.

Then, when I opened the door with a notebook in my hand and left, I believe I saw it: she fell on the sofa.

When I got home at 5: 30, she was still lying there.

After dinner, I suddenly found that I had left an exercise book to be handed in the next day at school, so I went back to look for it because it was not far away. When I was about to leave with my exercise book, I saw the last thing I wanted to see, but it was true: the light in the office was still on.

In the office, she is still lying, her white arms clasped together, frozen stiff; Those clever eyes that were originally behind colored glasses closed feebly, so helpless. I took a dress to cover her, and I was wondering if I should wake her up. She opened her eyes.

"It's getting dark. Why are you here? " This is her first sentence.

"I came back to get my exercise book. Now is seven-"

As soon as she heard the word "seven", she tried to stand up at once: "Huh? There is no one at home today, so I have to go back and cook for my son! It's so late ... "

Before I could put away her recliner, she had dragged me out of the door. I froze.

It was not until her electric car left school that I remembered that she had been unable to eat at noon because of a cold.

Tears suddenly tickle my cheeks.

I remember when she fell down on the sofa, she smiled. Her smile told me that she didn't hesitate.

Yes, she is an ordinary people's teacher, but she represents thousands of ordinary people's teachers in Qian Qian! It is their unswerving attitude that propped up Jingjing Campus. It is their unswerving attitude that holds up the blue sky of our youth; They have the responsibility to look back, and they are duty-bound to look back and support the beautiful motherland-

The future!

Why don't we remember them?