4. It's very strange. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others, and I don't want to ask others for help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I don't live up to the world, and I don't want the world to live up to me. However, these years have occupied my mind, but in the light of that smile, it suddenly became like dust and disappeared without a trace. ...
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1. Before he left, he talked nonsense. I don't know when I got up, because I was afraid it would delay his time, so he got up very late. I can see that he is not asleep either. "Lingling, mom and dad don't send you to school this time, in order to give you a test. If you can't solve anything, just call grandpa. Grandpa is with your second uncle, which is close to your school. If you can't do it again, you can also ask teachers and classmates for help. Don't be brave. Everything is hard to support. " Dad repeated the old saying that he had said many times. Looking at his worried eyes, I have to say to him again:
"Dad, don't worry, I have only been to the county once." "But this time is different. You are going to study and stay there for a long time. " "Didn't you say that grandpa, teachers and classmates can help me?" Dad finally smiled confidently and said, "yes, I mean we must find more." Remember to call home often and come back to see mom and dad when you are free. " But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I suddenly read Li Bai's poem "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". Now, the train has taken me far away. Outside the window, the bright moonlight poured quietly on my face like running water. In this case, how can I not think of my mother's figure and my father's baa? Dear mom and dad, I know I will never finish reading your deep love for me. However, I still want to say to you affectionately: "Dad, Mom, my daughter has grown up, I love you, and I will definitely not live up to your expectations." 2. Inscription: Don't be discouraged in the face of difficulties. Please don't be proud in the face of success. Cheer yourself, you don't need a reason. A disturbing riot has finally arrived. Perhaps, this moment of silence is a precursor to the storm. My parents finally went to court, and they wanted a divorce. In the face of court questions, I shed tears of helplessness and pain. Life will be better with my father, but I can't bear to part with my mother. Looking at the traces of time and the anxious tears on my mother's face, I feel distressed. I encourage myself to be strong, so I choose a lonely and helpless mother. In the face of the past, although I was helpless, the flowers still fell behind. Facing the future, I want to go up a storey still higher and cheer myself up. I believe that single-parent families can be very happy. Deja vu. After Yan came back, her father left, and her family was as poor as a church mouse. She only had a salary of 400 yuan a month to support me and my mother. Because of the huge contrast with before, I began to get grumpy. I, a carnivore, will become a vegetarian overnight. The problem of catering has become a big worry for me. Because of this, I am often angry with my mother. She had no choice but to cry quietly. How should I bear this? One night's comparison made me lose confidence in life. I rushed into the room and cried after school. Before long, my mother came in and patted me on the shoulder. "Green, mother sorry for you. Our mother and I live alone. You can't give up! Mom has confidence in you! " This sentence illuminates the darkness in my heart. Shouldn't I cheer myself up more? I still have my mother, and I still have hope. What's so terrible about being poor? The terrible thing is that I thought I had only poverty, and I wiped my tears. I believe in myself. Suddenly, deja vu's happiness came back. You should cheer up, and your life will be very happy in the future! 3, mother's handwriting: no matter how deep the wound, the mother's hand will be smoothed; No matter how bitter the tears are, my mother's hands will dry; No matter how cold your heart is, your mother's hands will be warm.
Heal deep wounds. Accidents will happen. When I was eight years old, I was unlucky and was bitten by a puppy. When I came to the hospital, every shot of rabies vaccine was stuck in my heart, and it was useless for the doctor to comfort me. It smells like adding fuel to the fire. At this time, my mother will touch my head with a gentle hand and say, "Men should be strong!" " "At this time, the hospital will be much quieter. From then on, I knew that my mother's hands could heal deep wounds. Wipe away bitter tears. Life is always unhappy. In the exams from primary school to junior high school, I have always achieved excellent results, which made teachers, me and my family "sigh". Depressed, ashamed, didn't go home. In the small street, I cried so sadly for the first time as a tough guy. At midnight, my anxious mother finally found me crying and sleepy under the tree. My mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, took me home, held my hand and talked with me until dawn. My eyes are finally dry. After that night, I knew that my mother's hands could dry the dry tears. The history of warm and cold hearts is always strikingly similar. The results of the "second model" in the third grade are as heartbreaking as three years ago. Looking at the poor report card, I froze. For the next few days, my heart was like being thrown into the freezer of the refrigerator. I made a naive decision: since there is no hope of further study, I will drop out of school and work. When my mother heard this "great" decision I made, she flatly raised her hands that touched me countless times and gave me a loud slap. After hitting me, my mother cried. Her two lines of tears awakened me, and my cold heart was awakened by maternal love. I put a hundredfold energy into my study again. Today in the examination room, I knew it was my mother's hand that warmed my cold heart. Mother's hand, mother's love; Mom's hand, my soul home.
Strangely, that smile changed me. I don't know when it started. I just like a person: I seldom help others and I don't want others' help. Even if you get help from others, you will pay them back like a debt. I don't live up to the world, and I don't want the world to live up to me. However, these years have dominated my thoughts, but under the light of that smile, it suddenly became like a dust, floating without a trace ... It was two days of heavy rain, and the cement bridge on the river that I had to go to school every day was washed away by the river. Only the tall old wooden bridge still stands on both sides of the river. This is a bridge built side by side with only two round and slippery pieces of wood; Usually I walk across the bridge empty-handed. Facing the bridge, I hesitated. There are still 10 minutes before class begins. I picked up my bike and made a decision I couldn't believe: I rode my bike across the wooden bridge. At the beginning of more than ten meters, I walked in an arrogant atmosphere and felt nothing. Gradually, the wood under my feet was shaking desperately. The rushing river under the Woods makes me dizzy and my legs are getting softer and softer. It seems difficult to support the weight of my body. I don't know how I got to the middle of the wooden bridge. There is only half the distance left, but I can't walk any further. I thought about moving back a little, but I couldn't even turn around. The sound of running water in my ear makes me almost desperate. I tried to throw my bike into the river several times. I'm moving forward. You can't return it, and neither can I. Suddenly, the car on my shoulder suddenly lit up and then gradually left my shoulder. It was a big hand that took the bike from me. At that moment, I really couldn't express my gratitude. I turned my head slowly: it was a strange face full of smiles. Time doesn't allow me to look carefully, only that moment makes me feel that smile is so sincere and lovely! The car and I finally reached the other shore safely, full of gratitude made me look at that smiling face carefully: my dark skin and narrow eyes could not conceal my sincere eyes. Fine wrinkles crawling around the corner of my eyes, chapped lips slightly open. Ah, an unpretentious farmer in his forties. What an ordinary smile this is! Ordinary can't be ordinary, but I can't forget it. Let me experience the best things between people for the first time, although it is only a faint smile. For many years, that smile has been buried deep in my heart. I learned to use the same smile to help a fallen child and help push a truck or an umbrella to my classmates. And every time you help others without asking for anything in return and smile at them sincerely, you will truly realize the true meaning and value of the smile buried in your heart. It's not noble, but it makes you proud. Smile, with beautiful feelings, I really can't find the right words to describe it. Perhaps, this poem will express the meaning: "A rose leaves a wisp of fragrance with others!" " "
Is it true?/You don't say.