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Chapter 1: I learned to care about the rising sun, and the lake combed it; the new moon came up, and the stars accompanied it; the spring flowers bloomed, and the green leaves set off; the birds sang and the crickets played for it; everything between heaven and earth told us the story of love, because it was love that weaved the world. My home is like a honeypot, and I sleep in a honeypot like cradle. Here, the wind can't blow me, the rain can't reach me. I am the mother holding in the hand afraid of broken, containing in the mouth afraid of melting baby. I was the youngest at home, so everyone let me. I gradually become indifferent to others, take all care as plain, take for granted. But after that, I finally learned to care about others. It was a Friday evening, and everything was as usual. I flew home like a homing bird. As soon as I push the door, the room is quiet. How can I not see my mother's busy figure in the past? I went straight to my mother's bedroom and saw her lying on the bed, her face flushed, her eyebrows twisted and she moaned from time to time. I quickly put down my schoolbag, sat beside my mother, and asked softly, "Mom, what's the matter with you?" My mother replied in a weak voice, "I have a little fever. Maybe I have a cold. The meal is in the kitchen. It may be a little cold. I'll heat it up for you Then he would get up and get out of bed. I quickly pressed my mother and said, "Mom, don't talk, take a rest." I touched my mother's forehead with my hand. Ah! How hot it is! I called Dad's cell phone in a hurry, but I couldn't get through. I'm as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I can't get in touch with my father. I have to think about what my parents do when I get sick. When I had a fever, my mother soaked a towel with cold water and put it on my forehead to let me go. Well, I'll do the same! So, I ran to the bathroom, soaked the towel with cold water, put it on my mother's forehead, and took a thermometer. Learning from the way my mother used to use it, I swung it a few times and put it under my mother's armpit. I sat down by the bed and asked about my mother's condition. Mother slightly with the corner of her mouth to hold up a smile, said: "much better, you'd better go to study first." I am not willing to go, adhere to my mother's side. After about ten minutes, I took the thermometer out of my mother's armpit! 39 degrees. Mother has a high fever. She has to take medicine. I rushed to find cold medicine, washed a cup of "Sanjiu Ganmaoling", took two anti-inflammatory antipyretic drugs, feed her mother to eat, let her rest for a while. I went to the street to buy a portion of wonton. When I came back, I was already sweating and out of breath. Looking at my mother eating some, I just slightly relieved myself. I helped my mother lie down. And I, have been guarding my mother's side, change the towel for her mother, still touch her forehead from time to time, to see if her fever has subsided. Gradually, my mother's face is not so red, the spirit is better, I feel particularly comfortable. I will finally care about others! I saw my mother much better, I thought: I finally learned to care about others! Chapter 2: I learned that caring can be a warm word or a joyful act. Caring can be a lot of things. I don't know whether I am a caring child or I am a bad child who only knows how to take and not care about others, but all these changes with the day. Today, I went to class alone, walking on the icy road blown by the wind. There were few people on the road, almost no one on the road. When I came to a tree, the leaves on the tree persisted in the cold wind like a knife. Some of them had already failed to hold on, and floated down. Some of them hit me. I thought: my tree of life has fallen the 12th leaf, but I still haven't Have learned to care about others, will only ask for, ask others to care about me. My grandfather was wearing a tattered cap with a cane. Maybe we were on our way. After walking with him for a while, I saw a beggar in front of me who was only wearing a shirt, begging for some money and eating something in the cold wind. I was wondering if I should give something to him? At this time, the grandfather in front stopped and looked at the beggar. I think he was hesitating whether he should give him some alms. I also stopped, I want to see if there will be the kind of touching situation in the textbook - people in poverty and poverty help each other. After a long time, they did not move or speak, only the beggar's old recorder was ringing. I was still waiting for my grandfather's choice. After about three minutes, my grandfather put his thin hand into his pocket, took out a piece of 10 yuan and looked around. I thought he was going to change the money and give it to the beggar. However, he didn't go to the shop next to change money. Instead, he directly put the 10 yuan into the jar in front of the beggar 。 My nose suddenly became sour. The grandfather didn't seem to be very rich or even could not guarantee three meals a day. He could give so much to the beggar who met by chance. Maybe this is his food money for a few days. Maybe this is the only money he has left, but he gave it to the beggars by chance. My heart has been hit hard. Is that care? In such a cold weather, it's really pitiful that the beggar only wears such a dress. I should give him some alms! So I took out the only 3 yuan in my pocket and put it in his hand. The beggars nodded their heads and said thank you. My mood suddenly brightened. The weather was cold, but my heart was hot, because I learned to care. Care is really very simple, only a small move on the line, not too much, only a little bit of their own think, but this little help to others is not that little, perhaps very big. Chapter 3: I learned to care what is caring? Caring is caring. Teachers always say that they care about others, just as they care about themselves. Care, care, although it is only a simple two words, but I still hazy about it, like separated by a layer of yarn, but can not open it. It was not until that day that I really understood what it meant and understood its greatness. It was when I was eight years old, on a cold winter morning, I walked with heavy steps to school. Although the clothes, scarves, hats have wrapped me tightly, but the naughty wind still slipped in from a gap. In an instant, I suffered physical pain, good ice, cold! In the twinkling of an eye, there was almost no one on the road. I was the only one in the ice and snow. I walk on the study bridge and step by step. I slowly move the pace, suddenly, a did not pay attention to step empty, I fell on the ground. so painful! How cold! I slowly got up from the ground. "Are you ok?" A strange voice sounded in my ear, I raised my head, it was a big sister, she asked me with a smile and helped me up. Suddenly, my heart warmed up again, like a big stove placed in front of me, warm. The elder sister patted my clothes, squatted down, took my hand and said, "are you studying in Chumen primary school?" I nodded, and the elder sister said, "let's go together." I nodded again. So I went to school with my big sister. That experience let me understand the significance of care, care is a handful of clear water in the desert; is a fire in the dark; is a lonely boat in the vast sea. It is a virtue. If everyone can care for each other and love each other, the world will surely become better. The familiar melody echoed in my ears for a long time: "as long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world..." Chapter 4: I learned to care about the sunrise, the lake combed for it; the new moon came up, the stars accompanied it; the spring flowers opened, the green leaves set off for it; birds sing, crickets play for it, everything between heaven and earth tells us the story of love, because love weaves the world, my home is like a honeypot, and I sleep in the honeypot like cradle. Here, the wind can't blow me, the rain can't reach me. I am the mother holding in the hand afraid of broken, containing in the mouth afraid of melting baby. I was the youngest at home, so everyone let me. Gradually, I don't take care of others as a matter of course. But after that, I finally learned to care about others. Chapter 5: I learned to care that I was already a primary school student in grade six. Before that, I never cared about my parents who were worried about even my cough. But now I know how to care for them. Once, my mother was not at home. My father went out to drink and came back late. I'm drunk and I'm staggering. As soon as I entered the house, I fell on the sofa. I guess dad would throw up, so I quickly brought a basin and put it under the sofa. Sure enough, after a while, Dad vomited, and I was busy catching it in a basin. After my father vomited, I poured out the dirty things, washed the basin, and then poured a cup of water for Dad to drink. Dad fell asleep on the sofa after drinking, so I took out a quilt from the room and covered it for Dad. My mother praised me when she came back. Another time, I was at home alone. See the basin there are many clothes not washed, I think: mother usually go to work very late to come back, and there are so many work waiting for her to do, I would like to help her wash it! Said to dry, I learned from my mother's usual way of washing clothes, dry up, I washed one side and another, still not clean, the original did not put fertilizer soap powder, and found soap powder, continue to wash. After washing, I was tired, and my back was aching. I had to hang the clothes on the clothes rack, but I couldn't hang them. The clothes were too heavy, so I didn't wring them out, so I wrung the clothes to dry again. Oh, I'm so tired, but I'm still very happy to help my mother do something to lighten her burden. When my mother came home, she praised me again. Now I know how to care about them, but that's not enough. I should learn to care about everyone, because caring is a kind of happiness. Chapter 6: I learned to care about my parents. I am an only child, and I am loved by my parents at home. But I always feel that I don't care enough about my parents. So, I try to find every tiny chance to care about them. I remember that on the eve of Spring Festival this year, my father went on a business trip again. Mother's Hospital in order to celebrate the new year, hair prawns, leech crabs and scallops. On the first day of the new year's day, my mother was on duty, and on the second day of the new year's day, my mother made a sumptuous seafood dinner for me. The red prawns, the purple pound crab and the white scallops are staring at us and welcome us to enjoy them. Just as we were about to have a good meal, the phone rang. The original mother asked her to quickly rescue the patient in the hospital. Mother put down the phone, picked up a steamed bun and was about to leave. I quickly shout: "eat two mouthfuls before you go." She said: "such a heavy matter, but also to eat, joking." Said the door area, out of the building. I leaned on the windowsill and looked at my mother