A friend who wrote "My friend walks with me" is an ordinary but not mediocre term, but it plays an irreplaceable role in real life.
Friends can bring us warmth. When we need help, friends can step forward and lend a helping hand. Friends are like our quilts, our heaters and our sun! In the cold winter, what you feel is infinite warmth! The timely help of friends should be remembered.
Friends can bring us support. Friends are like a pillar and we are like a building. Only with the support of the pillar can we stand tall!
This is my real experience:
When I was in the first grade, I was the first in my class in the pop test! Don't mention how sweet it is But you know what? I am addicted to the internet, but my grades are declining! Don't mention how bitter it is! I often secretly cry and want to quit this bad habit of surfing the internet, but I can't help it! Just when I was most frustrated, my classmates came to encourage me! They said, "Come on! You are the best! " I'm so touched! This is the first time I have received the support and encouragement from my friends! Although the final exam was not so ideal, my classmates, I will never forget your support!
Friends can bring us strength. The so-called "unity is strength"! It's hard to fight alone. Only unity can improve our winning rate. So we need friends, please believe! The strength that friends give us is the most common but the most precious!
Friends can help us constantly correct our shortcomings. My biggest shortcoming is that I always like silence, as if silence is my world. I tried desperately to get out of this world, but it always backfired. One of my girlfriends is cheerful and good at making friends, not to mention how popular she is! People from our two worlds have become good friends!
I was slowly infected by her personality and slowly walked out of the silent world. I didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to my classmates before, but gradually took the initiative to contact my classmates. Moreover, I also found that my heart is more open than before! Know how to forgive and tolerate others. Don't call me "huangpo sells melons to brag"! I'm a bit "the prime minister can punt in his stomach"! Hee hee!
On the road of life, my friends will always accompany me and show us the way. Let's go to success!
I have a task to do, so accept it.
Life is a long journey. I interpret life as a lonely wandering. There are many post stations on the way to my dream, but I don't want to stop. I look forward to a magnificent and unparalleled, until exhausted. When I looked back, I realized that there was more than fragrance on the roadside. ...
Maybe I've been in the sea for too long and it's a little swollen. When I returned to my home in Dai Yue, the word "tired" kept hanging on my face.
Turn on the light, and a steaming cup of milk tea on the table adds extra warmth to the small room. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk tea will arrive on time at this time every day, rain or shine. Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time.
Once upon a time, I could write with a pen like running water. But now, a short period of "maternal love" makes my thoughts stagnate, and a terrible blank is inexplicably created in my heart.
"Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, it isn't." "hasn't she done enough for you?" "No, it's not true." "Then why can't you express a mother's love? …… "
I keep asking myself, but my head always hurts and there is no answer. When I waved, I met milk tea, full of fragrance. As soon as I lifted my neck, milk tea was poured into my stomach, and a warm current immediately rose from bottom to top. I trembled and swept away all my troubles. Mom knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door open. As soon as I turned around, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of sunshine. It seems that in this space less than 10 square meter, another small sun has risen. My mother saw that I had an empty cup in my hand. She just looked at her and immediately smiled. This is an irresistible smile that only ripples on my mother's face. I nodded, gently "hmm", looked at my mother and turned to go out.
At the moment she went out, I suddenly had a flash of light: is this mom's love? But people say that maternal love is great, how can it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased out of the room, trying to find the answer, but I stopped when I saw my mother. My mother asked, "Do you want another drink?" I smiled and finally understood that the greatness of maternal love lies in its ordinary, so the little sun rose in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and plants, the deep love in ordinary milk tea. I also understand that all I can do to love my mother is to cherish it.
A closer look shows that the cup of thick milk tea is really warm. ...
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Your smile is accompanied by my colleague's 600-word smile, sometimes it is a belief; Smiling is sometimes an open-minded attitude; Smiling is sometimes a kind of courage!
In the past year, the people of China met unprecedented challenges.
Resist the snowstorm: snow, what a gentle and feminine term, people will always think of its softness, affection and purity. However, it never occurred to people that … everything in the world has advantages and disadvantages, and it is no exception. A heavy snow, collapsed houses, broken trees, traffic jams and so on have all dealt a blow to the people in mountainous areas. They can't get out and rescuers can't get in. In this dilemma, the PLA does not think of anxiety and retreat, but smiles. Because they firmly believe that they will succeed. Hard work pays off. Qi Xin, a newcomer, walked with a smile and shoveled a "smile" road with a spade. Everyone in the mountains is out! It is the smile that makes them motivated. As the saying goes; Laugh often and the lottery will come naturally!
Fighting swine flu: A terrible disease has been invading our bodies. Its spread speed is fast and its condition is serious. The disease is still spreading and people's lives are still threatened. The medical staff didn't feel terrible about what happened. They devote themselves to the research room, regardless of their own lives, forgetting to eat and sleep! In order to keep those patients alive. They studied many times and failed many times, but they didn't give up. Let the smile walk with them! This smile is not malicious, it is the support of their beliefs! God doesn't want to see the world open its eyes for the pain of life and death! They fought against the disease and the patient's life was freed!
Walking with a smile enables us to overcome many difficulties and challenges; Walk with a smile, let us have the courage to face failure! Walk with a smile! Grow up laughing!
What walks with me 500 words sunshine walks with me.
Sunshine is with us every day. Walking out of the house in the morning, I bumped into the sun; When I come home from school, I will watch the sunset and wave goodbye to you. Our life is full of sunshine everywhere.
Family is the sunshine that warms the soul, and friendship is the sunshine that illuminates the soul. This autumn, the weather was very cold, and the autumn rain lasted for several weeks. I often wake up in the middle of the night under a thin blanket. When I called home that night, my mother asked me if I was cold, and I finally couldn't help telling the truth. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Then I'll ask your dad to send it to you later! " Mother scolded lovingly. "No need." I pretended to be very firm and said, "Besides, the family is too busy. Don't let dad come. I can persist! "
Hung up the phone, feeling inexplicably guilty and lost. Why should I act like a spoiled child? Dad is so busy and tired that he may not send it!
I was still thinking about it until the next night when I was studying by myself, because my father hadn't come yet. Although a little lost, but more at ease. The deskmate seems to see my heart: "Your father hasn't sent you a quilt yet?" I shook my head and nodded again, feeling a little bitter in my heart and my eyes were red. The deskmate quickly comforted: "Your father must have been delayed and will deliver it!" The loud voice at the same table was immediately heard by the students. A roommate came over and said, "Yes, you can sleep with me today. My quilt is very warm! " "
I don't know when the head teacher came up to me and said, "There are so many members in our big family, I believe they won't let you catch a cold!" " "When I heard the teacher's words of concern, my loss and worry had already vanished, just like dew on the lawn, which was completely dispelled by the sun.
After studying at night, I returned to the dormitory, only to find that there was a familiar quilt on the bed, which seemed to take my father's temperature. I opened the quilt excitedly, only to find that there was a strange new quilt below. What, did father take two quilts? Only after the explanation of the head of the delegation did I know that a day student in my class had sent a new quilt. Looking at this quilt decorated with love patterns, my eyes immediately filled with a warm liquid.
Since then, in my life, it seems that there is always a ray of bright sunshine flashing in my heart, giving me warmth and strength. No matter how cloudy the sky is, there is always a clear sky in my heart. I am eager to be filled with such sunshine forever in my life journey, and I also hope that the flowers of our motherland will grow happily under this sunshine bath!
Olympiad accompanied me to write 400 words "Life is like Wang Haiyang,
Raise your sail and you can sail ... "
Whenever I sing this song, my eyes will see the kind image of Teacher Peng.
It was a crisp autumn September in the third grade of primary school, and a handsome young male teacher walked into our Chinese class. "From that day on, we began to learn Chinese together. Students, why do I like teaching Chinese? " He raised his Chinese textbook above his head and looked around the class. "Because every paragraph in it is a portrayal of the author's mind!" The image of a big brother and beautiful "opening remarks" immediately attracted the whole class. Even I, who never dared to look directly at the teacher, stared at him secretly.
Soon, Mr. Peng's Chinese class became our favorite class. Especially the discussion in class is wonderful. Teacher Peng encourages everyone to express their opinions. Like an ordinary classmate, he enthusiastically participated in the discussion and unconsciously imparted knowledge to everyone. Watching the students speak enthusiastically, I dare not raise my hand, because I am ordinary and have never been praised. As long as I can't hear almost ironic criticism and some people's laughter, I will be satisfied. Once I analyzed the level of the text, and several students disagreed with me. Perhaps Mr. Peng read my mind and asked me to call the roll. I stood up, my heart thumped, and hesitated for a long time, only to reveal a few words through my teeth: "I think the first two or three paragraphs should be one floor ..." Laughter rang again. What should Teacher Peng say? To my surprise, Mr. Peng smiled and said, "Very good, original opinion! Can you tell me about your basis? " I suddenly looked up and looked at him with surprise and gratitude. This is the first praise I have heard in class since the third grade! However, I was disappointed and just stood there and said nothing. After Mr. Peng asked me to sit down, he thoroughly told everyone about the division basis I didn't say. Then he vividly told us the story of his childhood: "when I was a child, I was timid ... why am I timid?" ? Because I always feel inferior to others. Now I understand that in this world, there is no one worse than others, only a heart worse than others! Well, the following song can best express my thoughts. Let me sing it for you-
Life is like Wang Haiyang,
Raise your sail and you can sail ... "
That melodious song, like a clear and sweet stream, slowly flows in!
Motherly love accompanied me to write 400 words, and I understood the affection.
Inadvertently, many things will go away.
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When I was a child, I would blame you.
You always come and go in a hurry when you meet me. I always hear what you say the most. You have to go. See you next time. I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing. On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying.
Life is like this. Day after day, year after year.
Be reasonable, and I will blame you.
At that time, like other children, I grew up beside my mother, only to find that I was not as happy as I thought. I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was. Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt. After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. How can you take care of your precious daughter if you can't even take care of yourself? "
Now, I will love you.
Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, and it is full of love. What a poor child I would be without you. So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star. It's good to have you.
Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me. But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have been giving me strength, not afraid, not timid. "
Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously.
Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you."
Motherly love surrounds her like a breeze. It illuminates the dark road, warms the frozen heart and dispels the tired pain. Concentrate on the little things around you.
In the morning, the winter glow is lazily hidden in the horizon. The moonlight was soft and brushed my cheek when I was about to go out. In the dim light, the road ahead is gloomy. I stepped out of the house and walked to the dark path in Dai Yueli. The warm light behind me attracted me, and I couldn't help looking back. Only to find my mother's haggard figure leaning against the door, looking at my hesitant steps, she whispered, "Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety!" " "The voice of exhortation echoed in the ear. With a warm brush in my heart, I couldn't help but nod my head. Looking ahead, the sky was a fish-belly grey, and the dawn ahead was dawning, and the dark road had been illuminated by my mother's words. In that sentence, maternal love was clearly condensed.
In the afternoon, the biting cold wind frostbite my running body. The gray sky drained the color of the runway, leaving only a dim light. After running the whole course, the cold wind roared and my fingers were already frozen. The only color on my face was taken away by the sudden cooling, and my classmates' kettles were frozen into ice. I picked up the thermos cup with a wry smile, but there was a trace of warmth in the cold metal. I took a few mouthfuls of surprise, and the warm current suddenly flowed out of my mouth and went straight to my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother poured me water in the morning, and the newly bought thermos cup was carefully condensed with warm water by my mother. Motherly love goes down the throat, nourishing the heart ravaged by the strong wind and warming the frozen limbs. That cup of warm water clearly embodies maternal love.
Late at night, the bright moon hung high in the air, and the white light filled my hut. Gently lift the pen and think about the complicated questions. Unconsciously forgot the time, people have fallen asleep, but I put down my pen contentedly. Strolling gently into the living room, my mother's door was unlocked, and a ray of light came through the gap. In doubt, I gently pushed open the door and looked inside. Mom is not asleep, but it's me. Her tired eyes smiled, picked up a cup of warm milk on the table and handed it to me apologetically. I was suddenly surprised that my mother was in poor health. Getting up early every day makes her overworked, but she waits until late at night because of my malnutrition. That glass of milk clearly embodies maternal love.
Motherly love doesn't need big moves, sometimes it's just a reminder. A pot of warm water and a glass of milk is enough. Although things are small, they are full of maternal love.
Motherly love grows with me.
Mom, the storm in the sky is coming, the bird is hiding in the nest, and the storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. -inscription
I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, nourishing the withered heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.
In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself. As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it. Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye. What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night. But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings.
Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little. When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always came to help me take them down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high. I like walking on the grass covered with dew when I go to school in the morning. I'm afraid that when I roll up my trouser legs, my mother will kneel down and say, "I'll do it." Then carefully help me pull up my pants. Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memory.
When she grew up, my mother always said, "Let him go." Once I met a math problem, I wanted to ask my father, "He thinks for himself." My mother's voice pulled me to the table again, and I finally did it. On the way to school, without my mother's company, she will always say that you are a junior high school student and you should learn to stand on your own feet.
Ah, I see, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, but love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and flowering at any time, will decorate this path with flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not be sad. Sometimes growing up is not complicated, sometimes I take a big step in my mind in an instant, and that morning with dew makes me grow up in maternal love.
I stand in the alternate time between the old year and the new year, looking back at everything in the old year and dreaming of all the imaginary fantasies in the new year. Time is running out, 2006 has passed, and 2007 is a new beginning.
Think about how the old year was spent, spring, summer, autumn and winter, joys and sorrows. Happy and unhappy, happy and unhappy, scenes of memories floated in front of us. Cherish yourself, or leave regrets, all in the past. I have been happy, I have been happy, I should be satisfied. Once the happiness is over and the unhappiness is over, it's time to learn to forget. I have to be happy once. If you are unhappy, you must live. It's better to welcome the new year happily.
Think about how to spend the New Year, put aside all the thoughts and trifles of the old year and welcome what will happen in the new year. With enough courage and confidence, full of hope for the future, do a good job in the new year and live a good life. Happiness, happiness and warmth.
The earth has made a circle, and it's time to draw a full stop to the old year. The new year is a new starting point. Should we leave an unforgettable trace of happiness on this bumpy road of life? What should be done and what should be done have been done this year, and what should have happened and what should have happened have happened. The only thing we can do is to expect, let go, have confidence, and then face it bravely, work hard and be perfect.
In fact, every day is a new starting point, a new beginning. The sun rises and sets in the west every day. Days repeat day and night every day. We repeat sleeping and getting up every day. The earth repeats a new day and a new year every day. We should treat every day like the birth of a brand-new baby, because every day is new, even every day, every year and every minute is refreshed. Cover up the old traces and show your new self. Even if it is short-lived, we should cherish it, even if it is insignificant, we should do it well.
In the blink of an eye, the world we see is new every time. Although we repeat it every day, we repeat it every year. But we live a new day every day and a new year every year. There are no things that repeat every day, and there are no scenes that repeat every year. Live every day and every year; Live every minute and every second. This is a new meaning.
Everyone has become a new self. Happy new year to you all!