Adhere to accompany me to grow up, 800 words composition! Emergency, emergency, emergency

We know very few people in the vast sea of people. But whether familiar or unfamiliar, there will always be "help" to warm our hearts. Helping relatives means caring and caring for each other. Helping friends is the tacit understanding and cooperation of the heart; Helping passers-by is meticulous care, encouragement and help. ?

Help is everywhere. It seeps into the air around us, becomes breathing oxygen, and supports our lives. ?

Ba Jin, a great master of literature, once said, "My goal in life is to help others, so that everyone can have spring, everyone has a bright heart, everyone's life can be happy, and everyone's development can be free." This writer, who used home, spring and Qiu Lai to comfort those who longed for peace in their sufferings, had only one goal in life-to help others-whether with loving words or actions, which really brought warmth and light to those who walked forward in the cold night. ?

People who have been helping others all their lives will be respected and loved by people, just as the spiritual wealth left by Ba Jin will be remembered forever. And "help" has also become a beacon for people to move forward, bringing warmth to more people in need, spreading the fire of warmth around the world and igniting every corner of society. ?

Help is mutual assistance at the same time, and only mutual assistance will last longer. Just as the leukemia girl said after donating money to the children who were out of school, "others helped me, and I want to pass this warmth on to others." Give a helping hand to everyone in trouble, and the world will become an ocean of love. " ?

I don't know whether Cong Fei is still helping others underground, but I know that he actually died in despair and helplessness. The people he helped were not grateful at all. On the contrary, they refused to visit Cong Fei, who was seriously ill, for fear of losing face. People are indifferent to this point, which is really the sorrow of society. Didn't their hearts tremble when they got the donation? Didn't their souls receive powerful shocks again and again, making their anesthetized nerves sober and learning to be grateful? ?

I hope this kind of thing will never happen again. We never want to see the heroic tears in the corner of Cong Fei's eye. ?

Lin Qingxuan once said: "Snow, cold and clear, pure and beautiful, resembles our hearts to some extent." And "help" is the simplest and brightest background color in our hearts. Is to help people who are hungry and cold send warm sunshine in winter; It is to help people who are on the verge of despair to see the hope of life again; It is help, so that lonely and helpless people have the patience to look forward to the light when darkness strikes. ?

Let's enjoy the oxygen content of this life, even if the wind and sand attack, our world is still warm as spring. Agree 3| Comment 2010-9-518: 07 643252937 | Level 1.

Quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth.

Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

Simple happiness, full of warm time. -inscription

From the first semester of junior high school, the seating arrangement is like spider silk. The teacher's order brought two strangers together and started our hardcore career. We are always out of the crowd.

We don't know each other well. We sat together and said nothing. We are all slow-moving people, and we have all been hurt and betrayed by our friends. I can't stand any more harm. So everyone hides in his shell, afraid that the sun will burn our skin and the bumpy road will hurt us. For us, only ourselves are the safest.

But we are lucky, perhaps because we always avoid other people's concern, we will find that we are similar, we will be close to each other and attract each other. It seems that time is urging us to get closer every minute, but in this way, we become close. In the eyes of others, we are all indifferent. In fact, only we know that we are not indifferent. We know each other, depend on each other and need each other.

We often snuggle up to each other, chat, joke, say things we dare not say in front of everyone, and share secrets in each other's warm afternoon sunshine on the grass. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the wind wrapped in grass and lazy sunshine, I feel as serene as two serene old ladies sitting on the beach watching the clouds roll and relax, and the tides rise and fall.

Simple happiness, always like this afternoon, spend leisurely with the clouds, quiet but not lonely, dependence is also a kind of warmth. It seems that no matter what changes have taken place in the world, good memories will always be recorded in this spiritual garden. I will fly over your sky, and you will wait for me at the next stop. We * * * fished together to get the result we wanted, and along the track of missing, we extended to the end of reunion. Our empty hearts will be filled with each other forever.

As long as we are together, there is a happy figure every moment; Every minute is a warm time.

We have been apart for a long time. Last time we met, we met. I ordered my favorite dishes for dinner and bought my sister's clothes for shopping. When chatting, I found that during that warm time, our shells were melted by the warm sunshine, and at the same time, our cold hearts melted, and we all made many friends.

I think, when we are old and recall that warm time, there will be a warm current in our hearts. I will always remember you. Agree 6| Comment (1) 2012-5-818: 09 Cai Xinyan | Level 1

We are not afraid of cold, but we prefer warmth. Warm is caring, warm is caring, warm is love, warm is considerate ... and warm is a beautiful thing. Let's make and enjoy warmth together. A small virtual room on the Internet can not hold your body, but can hold the hearts of millions of people.

Flowers bloom and fall, and how many warm stories are staged in it; How many warm stories have gone away with the long-flowing water. On this energetic day, how many people are silently warming you?

In my eyes, everything my parents gave me can't be compensated in this life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be bought with money. Growing up in warmth, I deeply realized this.

On the threshold of my memory, I will never forget: one day in the summer vacation, when my mother and I were cleaning the room, because of my carelessness, we didn't grasp the handle of the chair, so that we fell from the high cabinet and hit our chin on the marble at the corner of the table. Suddenly blood spilled out and dyed the collar of my dress red. My mother turned white when she heard running from the next room and saw me like this. But she immediately realized something, took out a lot of cotton from the medicine box, blocked my wound and sent me to the hospital at once. At this time, my father is having a meeting in Ningbo. When he learned the news, he drove to the hospital quickly. Because my father is not around, my mother's burden is particularly heavy. I know she is actually more nervous and heartbroken than I am.

At that time, I thought it would be okay to apply some medicine and wrap it up. Who knows, the doctor said that the wound must be stitched up with a needle. Because the incision is too big and there is much bleeding, it will have a bad effect. It's horrible to think about sewing with a needle, let alone experience it personally. Looking at the needle that the nurse brought to sew the wound, my heart beat faster and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. When the doctor raised the needle and began to sew up my injured chin, my mother's warm hand gripped me tightly. At this time, a feeling of stability and calmness came to my mind, and my heart slowly relaxed. I know that my mother's warm big hand holds my hand tightly here, and my father's comforting words are closely connected with me there. I am warm and happy. I didn't cry at that time, because I felt the warmth from my parents at this dangerous moment far from the edge of life and death.

By the time my father arrived at the hospital, my wound had been stitched up and put on gauze. Seeing my father, I threw myself into his arms. Maybe now I realize the fear atmosphere in the infirmary. Maybe I have never experienced such a thing, and I am very wronged. In my father's arms, I shed tears that I have endured for a long time. My father looked at me with a smile, and his rough but warm hand brushed my cheek: "Silly child, don't cry. It's all over, isn't it? " Yes, everything has passed, everything will pass, but for everything my parents have paid, I hope it will not pass and be preserved forever.

After that, my father painted me with liquid medicine and changed gauze every day. It's hot in summer, and my father is afraid that my wound is inflamed. He cleans my wound every day and never delays a little time. Due to the careful care of my father, when the stitches were removed, the doctor said that the wound had healed and grew well. Agree 0| Comment