Love, is the winter sun, give me warmth; love, is a handful of clear spring, moisten my heart; love, is a towering mountain, standing! There are many kinds of love, which can't be described by words. But Grandma's subtle love is deeply imprinted in my heart.
Grandma has a slight mental illness. It's scary to be crazy. My parents dare not touch her, but only me. Grandma is very kind to me. Only when she sees me, she will return to normal. Grandma always likes to give me the money her mother gave her and keep the delicious food for me. But I was disgusted with grandma.
This year, when her mother took her to the hospital for examination, she was diagnosed with cancer! The doctor said: it's very likely that we won't survive the Spring Festival. And I saw my grandmother lying on the bed, groaning in pain, and I felt pity in my heart. My mother decided to let grandma live with us and let her go safely.
Grandma a few days to do chemotherapy, every time I see her so painful, I can only helpless, pity. On that day, grandma seemed to know that she would not live long. She grabbed the doctor's hand and said: 'please, you are so kind that you must save me. I also want to play with my granddaughter. 'but the doctor could only shake his head, but I was surprised and tears came helplessly. composition
Just at the beginning of school, we need military training. My mother was afraid that my grandmother would not be able to do it after I left, so she asked me to give her a bath. Grandma walking in the bathtub, I gently give her a bath, see grandma searched a lot, the body only bones. Grandma said to me with a smile: 'my granddaughter is sensible and will give me a bath! Then he laughed. But I don't know whether it's sour, spicy or sweet in my heart?
After seven days of military training, grandma was very happy to learn that I was going home. It happened that there was no one at home, and grandma was afraid that I would dislike her dirty, so she touched the wall by herself, because she couldn't use the water heater, so she took a bath in cold water. When I got home, I saw my grandmother, touched the cold water with my hand, held her and said: 'how can you do this? If you want to take a bath, I'll wash your teeth, or ask mom to do it for you. "Grandma's kind face said: 'Hey, your mother is tired these days, anyway, I can walk, it's OK! As long as you don't think I'm dirty! 'tears flow out, drop on the ground, drop on the heart of my parents and I & hellip; & hellip; composition
Death is very merciless, very cruel, and finally took grandma's soul away. Grandma is in the mourning hall, I dare not go to see her, because I owe grandma too much, and I have too much guilt for grandma in my heart. I can only burn paper for him outside her to redeem my guilt for her;
People say that autumn is very sad, very sad, that day I finally realized the cruelty of autumn, the cold of autumn, this cold than snow draped on me even cold, wrapped me with a quilt, also can not disperse the cold.
Grandma's love for me, as the scar engraved on my heart, gave me a 'lesson', let me use my life is not over the guilt!
Liu Yarui is deeply in my memory. In one's life, there may be many friends, but confidants are hard to find; there may be many classmates, but true feelings are hard to find. I found this love -- he, the ray of sunshine in my heart. His bravery, his perseverance, his innocence, his self-confidence, his egotism & hellip; & hellip; all of his all, are deeply in my memory.
'moonlight color & hellip; & hellip; who can be king of thousands of troops & hellip; & hellip; 'a majestic song brought me into his world. His outlook on life is: in today's world, the law of the jungle, self-respect is the essence of life! Maybe it is true in the real world. We are busy just to avoid being eliminated by the world. But, that kind of life is too tired, isn't it? Obviously, I have a point. It can get up early for study, stretch in school to relax; it can just give up holidays, and climb mountains with friends to broaden themselves. His unique outlook on life, accompanied by a trace of pure color, such a lovely him, naturally left in my deepest memory.
'endorsement! Please, can you cooperate with me? Listen, he's giving orders again. 'Hey! Don't run! 'it seems that his team members don't cooperate very much. They call him a bandit. It's really a group of people who don't know what's good in their fortune! I thought to myself, a group with such a leader is like having a pillar, safe and reliable. Under his education of hating iron but not steel, the achievements of the team members have improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, I admire his responsibility. He has a sense of responsibility, naturally into the long river of my memory.
Who is such a lovely and innocent man? He is the chief monitor of our class Li Ke! composition
On Sunday, I opened the dusty diary and saw little stories. I couldn't help laughing at my childhood ignorance. But when I turned to the last page, I stopped. As if I had pressed the rewind button, he brought me to the summer of 2000 in my memory & hellip; & hellip;
Summer mornings are always beautiful. After breakfast, every day I sit on my father's bike, which takes me to school. The day passed quickly, but the weather changed as quickly as time did, and it began to rain. I wonder why my father didn't come to pick me up, and finally I walked home by myself. My father stood up slowly from his seat and walked towards me. His expression was serious, but it could be seen that he was struggling in his heart. Finally, he said: 'son, I'm going to work in other places. 'although he still had a mechanical smile on his face, I was full of tears. The cry broke the silence and seemed to cover the rain outside. 'son, that's a good thing. 'My father whispered, 'this is the time to train you. Don't you want to be a man? 'I choked and nodded. A big warm hand fell on my shoulder:' stop crying and wipe your tears. 'and he gently dried the tears from my face. At night, I couldn't sleep for a long time. I recalled my father's love for me: every morning, he sent me to school; every day and night, he helped me review my lessons; every year, he silently dedicated to me; every spring and autumn, he & hellip; & hellip;
The next morning, the sun seemed to be brighter than ever. Overnight, my father seemed to be a lot older. Maybe it was because he worked too hard. I sat on the back seat of my bicycle again. I hugged him like a baby. I really hope time can pass slowly, because I know that there are not many opportunities like this in the future. The school is here. After getting off the car, a warmer hand patted me on the shoulder. Although it was just a gentle pat, he gave me encouragement, support and added a responsibility on my shoulder. My heart is beating, it seems that father's love gave it life. I turned around and strode towards the school, never looking back, because I felt my father's love remained in my heart, and his love would always accompany me forever!
Close the diary, I feel complex, but look at the family photo on the table, I smile again, because I realized a truth: only after losing, can we know what is to cherish. composition
This may be the most beautiful picture in my heart, I want to cherish it, let the father love forever! One day, my cousin and I came to Cai Yiqing's house to play. What we played was looking for things. Because Cai Yiqing said that he had a neighbor uncle who was very good at hiding things, so we let him do it.
Let's close our eyes first. When he's finished hiding, we'll rush to find him. There is a well in the center of the hiding place. There is a washbasin beside the well. Accidentally, I bumped that washbasin into the well. What should I do? The uncle said: 'I have a way, but I don't know if you dare. 'I said firmly:' dare! 'he continued:' I'll take your foot, you hang upside down, and then go into the well to get it. When Cai Yiqing heard this, he immediately advised me to say: 'don't go. It's too dangerous! 'I laughed and said:' what's the matter? I'll take out the basin. Uncle, come on! 'My cousin wants to hold me, but I still go my own way. My uncle took my foot and my head slowly went down into the well. It was dark in the well. At this time, my heart sent out a kind of incomparable fear. This kind of fear is the first time in my life. If you don't experience it yourself, you can't feel it. I feel as if death is around me. By the time I got the basin up, I was too scared to move. At this time, my eyes have been looking at the front, numb, recalled the well digging things, eyes can't help but close up.
After this experience, my courage became very small. Several times, even when I went downstairs at night, I was afraid of numbness in my legs. I thought I could forget it after such a long time, but it's still deeply imprinted in my mind, and I can't erase it. The scenery in the bottom of my heart is as beautiful as midsummer, and the indelible blue memory scene has been lingering in that season of summer, which has always been the most precious painting in my life.
The hot and dry summer can't take away the restlessness in my heart. Only when I walk along the coast of the sea can I get rid of the dryness, and can I arouse the smoothness and fantasy of blue.
Still the same as before, walking on the beach every morning and evening, reveling in the silence without interference & hellip; & hellip; I just clearly remember that summer vacation, I stayed on the beach for a whole month, maybe too small, I don't want to understand anything, so I think life is very safe.
Maybe he didn't care about me, but I can see him every day: a indifferent look, expression is very indifferent, lying on the beach. Do you like coke? Every time I come here, I have a bottle of soda in my hand. The blue shirt matches the sea very well. Thirsty, drink a coke, tired, close your eyes, and sometimes, he will frown, I don't know what kind of thoughts he had. Is it indifference or enthusiasm? composition
It's just the two of us on the beach. We're never disturbed.
That day, by chance, there was a girl's figure. She was very dazzling. Her red ragged shirt and black patched shorts were so out of tune with the sea view. She is very embarrassed, very vicissitudes, disheveled hair down the shoulders, with a kind of vicissitudes that does not match the age, carrying a rag bag in her hand, is approaching the boy step by step. 'will you give me the bottle in your hand? 'the boy was confused, but more disdainful. composition
Have you ever had one? 'said the boy defiantly.
'what is this? How does it taste? Is it sweet? I don't know, but I need bottles. '
You're so earthy. You've never heard of it. Then the boy laughed.
'want a bottle? The boy threw the bottle into the distance and said: 'go and pick it up. '
The girl was silent. She just stares at the boy with discontent and sadness in her eyes. At a loss, the boy lowered his head and pretended to do something else. When he looked up again, the girl had already gone away, leaving only the cold sea breeze. Although it was summer, the wind was chilling & hellip; & hellip;
Is he laughing at the boy's way of doing it?
It's dusk, and we've disappeared on the beach