Love is like water, which makes the complex become pure through the transition;
Love is like fire, which makes the plain become more and more vivid through burning;
Love is poetry, which makes life dazzling through tempering;
Love is like a song, which makes life eternal through giving. composition
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Just as life is colorful and complicated, just as life is full of ups and downs, just as the weather is uncertain and unpredictable, just as the road to success is "thirty six lines, line out of number one". Love is expressed in a variety of ways. composition
It is said that parents' love is a small umbrella in the rainy season, holding up a sunny day for me; parents' love is a warm wind, blowing the wet heart warm; parents' love is a lamp in the cold night, burning a warm flame; parents' love is a white handkerchief, wiping the sad tears on your cheeks. Sometimes, parents' love is severe and cold.
When you lie to your friends, when you make mistakes, when you fail in the exam. Think back to the warm home back to get parents meticulous care, did not expect to wait for you is a severe criticism. It's because you're dishonest, you make mistakes, you study poorly. At that time, I thought I was an abandoned dog and nobody loved me. Only later did I find out that when they criticized me and scolded me, they felt worse than anyone else. They love me, and they love me so deeply.
He was criticized by the teacher for not doing his homework and by the teacher for fighting with his classmates. He thought that the teacher didn't love me and asked me for trouble. Have you ever thought that it was the teacher's hard work? Behind the criticism is the teacher's deep love?
He was criticized by environmentalists because he ran the red light in a hurry, and fined more money than the police uncle after he criticized education severely; he was criticized by environmentalists for littering; he was condemned by others for jumping in line. At that time, I thought they could not get by with me. Later, I realized that it was the love from different people in the society.
If you think it's love that everything depends on you, then one day you will complain. Because doting is not true love. Don't because no matter you love you, maybe indulgence will hurt you; don't think being criticized is a shame, maybe it's another way of expression of love. I think the world is full of love, but different people in different places have different expressions of love for you.
As a child, don't think that parents' criticism doesn't love you any more. Because there are no parents who don't love their children, but they express their love in another way. Otherwise, how can there be a saying that "the heart of parents in the world can be played"?
As a student, do not think that the teacher's criticism is not love you. Just imagine which teacher doesn't want his students to do something and have a bright future?
As a member of society, we should never think that being criticized is a bad thing. In fact, from another perspective, if we are an enemy, will he criticize you?
In fact, the way of love is different, as long as you raise the sail of life, let the clear sound as the accompaniment, pull the cable to make the strings, hold the strong wind as the horn, play a music beyond time and space, between the rocks, in the wild waves, I open my arms, and embrace love with my boiling heart. Just found that love is very simple.
In this world of love.
It turns out that this is also a love of criticism. Love is also a kind of beautiful love, I think everyone can talk about it. But I can tell you, I can't.
It's not because I don't have love, but I think love can be found in the process of our growth. Love is both abstract and obvious. I don't know what I got. Father's love is abstract, they are not without knowledge, they do not know how to express, but reflected in small things. He is a stern love. A criticism is love, a beating and scolding is love, and a not caring appearance is a kind of love.
I remember someone told me such a story: there was a father who wandered for his family when he was 14 years old. He repeatedly committed crimes in Shanghai. He was not for himself, but always worried about being bullied because he had no money in his family. Finally, he went to prison. The old mother had to ask people to borrow money for her son, and still tried to maintain her family. Son knew, tears can't help but flow down, wrote such a letter: Mom, I'm sorry!... After I go out, I will repay you well and raise my children well. You will not suffer any more. After he came out, his son was reduced to a drug dealer because of his inferiority complex, and he was often beaten because of small things. However, he did not forget his promise. No matter what, he always thought about his children and parents, but never said anything in his heart. His face was always inaccessible, and his mouth was so hard that he let his family down, but he still didn't say it. No matter what, he was responsible for everything.
After listening to this story, I seem to understand something. Love is so unreasonable, mother's love is a hongqingquan, let your heart even covered with years of dust is still clear. The same is true of ziai. She would rather suffer herself than her parents. And for children, where is their love? composition
If all the love is added up, it can save the dying meteor, make the flowers bloom more beautiful and longer, make the world more beautiful, and give people a kind of inner comfort they need. Love is a kind of unparalleled beauty. It is not a flash in the pan, but a permanent beauty. Even if the years will be lost, it will not be lost, will it?
Since love is a kind of love. Why do so many people trample on it. Sell other people's love, own love, throw it away. I don't understand, I only know that people like that will never be eager for love and get this kind of beauty, because they don't deserve this kind of beauty, they don't deserve, don't deserve to understand, don't understand! They don't deserve the sympathy and care of others. For such people, only to die alone is the punishment of trampling on love, not retribution. composition
Am I right?
Love is a kind of beauty, let it go on forever. I know there are flowers of love everywhere. Being criticized is also a kind of enjoyment
Zhao Zhiwei
"Is it a pleasure to be criticized?" "Yes My father would only criticize me. In the past, I sometimes thought my father was suffering from his criticism. Later, I found that this is a kind of enjoyment, enjoy a kind of "alternative" fatherly love!
One day, Dad came to a surprise inspection and found that my calligraphy plummeted. So, my father began to use "machine gun" and "water gun" to treat me. Later, my writing was neat and appreciated by my mother, so I was praised for a while. At this time, I think of the criticism King Dad! This kind of love from criticism, from the enjoyment of criticism, this kind of criticism makes me enjoy the greatness of father's love! composition
Tutor Cui Meiru is also a kind of happiness! In the evening self-study, the teacher assigned a topic of composition training in class: cherish what you have? What do you cherish? youth? Happy? Or happiness? There are several words in my mind, but I don't know which one to use. So I made a random list on a piece of white paper:
I have a warm and happy family,
A strict father, a gentle mother,
There is also a warm and comfortable "small world" of our own
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Just look at the blank piece of paper, it has been written by me in a twinkling of an eye. A closer look at this piece of paper, I found that these are usually overlooked by me, and almost everyone has easily. I suddenly understand: in fact, in life, even if you have less things, no matter how small, it is also a kind of happiness. composition
A cup of warm milk, it is also a kind of happiness. Now in retrospect, almost every night before going to bed, my mother would gently hand me a cup of warm milk. This cup of milk is full of my mother's care, love and love for me. But I never pay attention to these, now think of it, this is really a sin!
A severe criticism is also a kind of happiness. Since I was a child, I have made a lot of troubles because of mischief, and I have been severely criticized by my father. At that time, I was young and ignorant. I only knew that every time I made a mistake or got into trouble, I would be severely criticized by my father. After every criticism, my face would be covered with tears. Now when I think back to the scene when my father criticized me, I can feel my father's concern for me, his love for me and his love for me. But at that time, I never knew how to appreciate my father's words when he criticized me. Now I have grown up, my father has not criticized me as before, but changed a way to educate me, but I know that no matter how my father's education method changes, the only constant is his selfless love for me.
In fact, life, even if you have less things, no matter how small, it is also a kind of happiness.
In the past, I only knew to pursue blindly, to pursue what I didn't have, to pursue what I wanted, but I never knew and would not stop to see what I had around me. But now I have learned to stop. I want to tell people: in the pursuit of what you want, don't forget to stop and see what you have around you.
Now I often look at the sky alone, thinking about what I had in the past. Sometimes when I think about it, I will laugh.
I found that owning is also a kind of happiness! There is a love let me intoxicated, slowly, really slowly, let me aftertaste that kind of love!!
In this car, the content of this page is from "read. 4" HW.com.cn ”Push for you to the school bike, suddenly found that can not go back. Separation is imminent & hellip; & hellip;
Riding on the car looking at your tired but slightly serious face. Sweet and astringent taste surged into my heart.
Your image suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart. I don't know how to write & hellip; & hellip; has bitterness, sweetness and astringency, too much praise, too much criticism. composition
When I first met you, you were so ordinary, gently greeting me, I just smile.
Gradually, I found that you also attach great importance to me. Every time the exam results come down, you take me to talk outside. composition
But that time I copied the answers in Chinese and was criticized by you. I cried & hellip; & hellip;
But you still care about me, and always encourage me: 'it doesn't matter if the exam is not good, the important thing is to learn. '
On the eve of the end of term, you said to me, 'study doesn't crush you. The teacher believes in you. The test is not only about your score, but also about your integrity. 'after you finished, a stream of sour water came out of your heart -- tears. I shut it in my eyes and didn't let him come out.
What you give me is the love as small as stars. They accumulate like meteor shower stars from my heart.
From you, I can see that a hardworking gardener is watering, and watering from time to time does not let us form the problem of 'draught' & hellip; & hellip;
Let that love spread & hellip; & hellip;
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