When you share happiness with others, you have two kinds of happiness; When you open your heart and share your precious things with others, you will understand that sharing is beautiful!
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I am a stingy person by nature, and I don't want to share anything with others. So I have no friends, and I am lonely. I thought I would live like this until one day, a pure little girl caught my attention-
He is not tall, his watery eyes sparkle with aura and vitality, and his peach petal-like lips recite a poem: "Peach Blossoms bloom in the Peach Blossom Temple, Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Fairy breeds peach blossoms and drinks them. Hey! Sister in front, can I make friends with you? "
I looked at her in surprise. No one has ever been so kind to me. "Oh, yes!" I blurted out in a hurry. She ran happily and gave me one of the two identical teddy bears: "My name is Tao Tao, and you?" I was shocked again: "For me?" She nodded and smiled. "Xiao Ying." I answered.
Since then, I have had her in my life!
The days with her are very fulfilling. She is generous and always shows me her toys. She always said to me, "You, learn to share your happiness with others, so that you can be happy!" " "
I looked up at the blue sky with a wry smile. ...
I don't know why, gradually, I love to laugh, maybe it is influenced by her! She said that she likes peach blossoms best. No wonder she recited the poem when we first met. Gradually, I learned to share with her and others. I learned to be strong in her: she is an indomitable little girl. Oh! Spring breeze! Made a fragrant, drunk. ...
When I came back from school that day, I was walking alone when I suddenly saw a bullied little girl crying on the road. I have no choice. I walked over and took her hand and walked to my house. At first, she refused to live or die. Later, I gave her the teddy bear and asked her to take refuge in my house. "Sister is not a bad person, huh?" "She nodded.
When I got home, although she was still in tears, she liked my room very much. On impulse, I took out my previous small productions and dolls, teased her and coaxed her, and I was surprised by my generosity. The little girl smiled, and the two sweet dimples were really charming. Tao Tao suddenly appeared in my mind. Didn't Tao Tao teach me these things? She taught me to share with others, face the world with an honest heart and face life with a smile! Instantly! The thick ice in my heart was melted by the laughter of Tao Tao and the little girl, and a little flower of love blossomed! Tears welled up at once, Tao Tao. I finally know that sharing is beautiful!
Three months ago, Tao Tao died of leukemia, which was before she knew me!
"Why, Tao Tao, don't you tell me, so that I can thank you! Let me feel the joy of life? "
Tomb-Sweeping Day, I brought many of my "treasures" to the grave to share with her! "Tao Tao, thank you! I know what' sharing' is and what' beauty' is. "
If time can go back, every sad ending belongs to a novel; The sound of the sea returns to the mermaid; Jasmine fragrance stays in summer night; The crystal jewels were returned to the princess; The only thing I want to stay is the happy time between you and me.
Ps: Tao Tao is a good girl. I hope she can be happy in heaven. Thank you for letting me know that "sharing is beautiful". I want to tell you: "sharing is beautiful-beautiful-mistakes are also beautiful." Class 2004 1, I am familiar with it. After staying here for three years, it was really sunny in retrospect. Class one is a special group. Although it often makes mistakes, it is also beautiful. I can't express anything but write down the past with a pen. Speaking of our class, teachers often use one word to describe it: lazy. Yes, many things in our class are done very slowly. Late for school, late for homework ~ ~ All the tasks required by the teacher are always procrastinating. However, sometimes it will show the speed of militarization that Fan Ban does not have. I remember one time, because of our poor discipline in class, the class teacher was in a hurry to have a meeting and fined us two self-study classes. How can students sit still! By the time of the second class, all the other classes had left school. Under the leadership of several boys, everyone decided to run away collectively. When most of us were still on the stairs, seven or eight people had already run downstairs. At this time, I don't know who shouted: "The class teacher is coming!" In an instant, a thrilling scene was staged. All the students turned around in unison and ran to the classroom with a whoosh at the speed of militarization. The students on the ground floor of the building flew to the third floor at superhuman speed. At everyone's urging, classmate A opened the newly locked classroom door in a panic. The students crowded in like a hive, dragged the table, sat back in place, grabbed a book from the drawer and pretended to read. This series of actions only took 30 seconds, and then the classroom was silent (except for the panting sound). Twenty seconds later, the head teacher came in. Fortunately, she didn't find anything unusual, so she decided to leave school. Everyone is relieved. Since then. This speed of militarization has become one of the characteristics of Class One. Man is iron and rice is steel. Speaking of food culture, our class one pays special attention to it. We collectively eat in the canteen, although the food in the canteen is not delicious. But you can eat. We have five classes in the morning, so we are naturally hungry. What's more, my class is next to other families outside the school. At noon, we will smell delicious food, and many students can't help shouting, "It smells good. "As soon as school was over, the teacher didn't stop. When he heard the collision of lunch boxes, the boys rushed to the canteen desperately. In order to remain a little gentlemanly, the girls can only go to the canteen. Eating in the canteen is another scene. Look at the boys wolfing down their food over there. The rice is piled like a mountain. Girls, on the other hand, are more elegant, vulgar and slow to eat. The canteen culture is dominated by boys, and the diet between classes is a paradise for girls. After class, I saw that most of the girls in the class were eating snacks, while the boys were drooling. The teacher said we would die if we didn't eat. That's true. Class one is a messy class, with all kinds of people and all kinds of things (always more bad than good). As the saying goes, there are more girls than boys in Class One. So it often happens that several girls bully a boy here. The boys in our class, not me, are all "sick men of East Asia". Look at how tall the boys in other classes are, and the boys in this class are either short or fat. They are all crazy and none of them have temperament. But now it turns out that they are also heroes. Sometimes girls will take the initiative to help when they can't move things, and sometimes they will be wronged when they see others being bullied by other classes ~ ~ ~ These times we will find that they also know how to care about others, but they usually don't show it. The people in Class One are very simple. In the days before we leave, everyone is busy writing yearbooks. Watching my friends leave messages for themselves, I really can't bear to leave, and I have an impulse to cry. Everyone has a sincere friendship for three years. Even if there may have been misunderstandings in the past, it has vanished at this time, leaving only inseparable feelings. Class one is really unusual. In fact, there are many interesting and special things that can't be finished. I dare not write any more, because I am afraid that I will burst into tears ~ ~ Sometimes mistakes are beautiful, and fate created our class. Although Class One has a bad impression on teachers and principals, she brings us happy memories. I will never forget this period of junior high school life, never ~ ~ ~ Life is beautiful. I hurried on regardless of the roar of cars around me and the cries of vendors. Hurry up, I just caught the last bus to Datong Middle School.
I staggered in my pocket in the crowd and finally took out my transportation card, huh? Why doesn't this car have a credit card machine? I can't help breaking out in a cold sweat. What are we going to do? Because we are going to the lecture, we only have pens and transportation cards, and there is not even a dime in our pockets. This time it's terrible!
"Son, how much is the ticket?" Aunt conductor asked me with a smile.
"I, I only have a transportation card and no money."
"Hey, kid, the 955 bus goes to the train station, and there is no credit card."
"That ..."
"Well, forget it today, but remember it next time!" Aunt smiled and said, "OK, OK, don't be afraid, you are sweating so much!" " "
"Thank you, Aunt." I quickly thanked him. Oh, my hanging heart has finally let go. This aunt is really nice.
When I got off the bus, I paused, thought for a moment, then turned and waved to the moving car and shouted, "Goodbye!" " "
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The three-hour lecture seems too long. I am so tired that I want to lie on the ground for a while. I walked listlessly to the platform, and suddenly my eyes lit up and I paused. It was the unique color of a blind cane, one red and one white. Maybe-
It was a blind man on crutches. I looked at him carefully: the old tunic suit, the patched old cotton trousers, the crutches he was leaning on were a little worn, and a lot of paint fell off them. Obviously, those shoes have been worn out for years, and it's time to retire with honor. I glanced at his face again. The wrinkles around his eyes told his age, and the vicissitudes of his face told the storms he had experienced. I looked at him intently. There is no doubt that he is blind because of the brown turbidity and the rigidity of the freeze. He looks anxious and helpless, as if he wants to take a bus.
I am very calm and calm. I want to talk and hesitate when I stride forward. What if he and I are not in the same car? When I was wandering, the outline of the aunt's smile seemed to clearly reflect my eyes.
"Grandpa, which bus do you want to take?" I try my best to show calmness and composure, as well as sincerity and friendliness.
"Oh, I'm waiting for 955 to go to Sanlintang, Pudong."
"Great, me too. Why don't we go together! " I said, reaching out to help the old man.
"Thank you, little friend." The old man said sincerely, I like to have a bite of ice cream on a hot day.
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When Lin San arrived, I helped the old man out of the car and watched him go away. My mouth naturally drew an arc upward. Thank that aunt for letting me see the bright side of life. At the same time, I am glad that I have also opened a beautiful blue sky for the elderly.
Life is full of harmonious love between people, which makes it so beautiful.