I want a very touching article, both affection, love and friendship are ok! ! As long as you are moved! !

I still remember a long time ago, I read Bernard Shaw's motto: "Life is not a short candle, but a torch that we hold temporarily.". We must burn it very brightly and hand it over to the next generation. " I didn't understand it at first, but this sentence flashed in my mind again when I participated in the "home-school interactive education" carried out by the basic medical college in Grade 02. I seem to see a bright torch being passed. Bernard Shaw revealed the true meaning of affection from the deepest point.

We often say: "Our life course has been integrated into every wave of affection, every melody, every exhortation, every laugh, every look, every step …" However, the first love in the world definitely means not only caring, but more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom can be passed on.

I remember when our parents taught us, they often said, "We eat more salt than you eat rice, and the bridge we crossed is longer than the road you walked." And we are always so young and frivolous that we don't agree. We ignore the traces left on their faces and temples when the years slip away quietly, and naturally there will be many priceless wisdom experiences accumulated in their hearts. They are always willing to give us everything, and we always stubbornly believe that this is out of date. He ran around like a newborn calf until he was bruised and bleeding from his horn, then ran to them, leaned his head on their arms, licked the wound and moved on.

Home-school interactive education has built a bridge between parents and students. Parents took to the podium in Kan Kan and talked about their study methods, work experience, how to get along with strangers, their expectations and confidence in our future, and their understanding of us ... They gave us priceless treasures and passed on the brightly burning torch. We accept all this with gratitude and listen to their words, which is far better than studying for ten years and has benefited a lot. We feel everything with a delicate heart, and feel the selflessness and unrelenting of our family. Wise parents, their images are so great in our hearts. At the same time, we are surprised to find that they are eager to understand us and to be understood by us. In fact, we can become bosom friends. In this activity, we have a deeper understanding of what family ties are.

Feelings are an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely, depressed, weak, thirsty and sick, you will be radiant at a glance, your mind will be comfortable and you will not be lonely. Will act quickly, just a drop of water, and the rolling Wang Yang of life spread in my heart.

Family is the North Star at night. Once we chased the goal and ignored it, until one day we looked up slightly without knowing the direction, and a soft light guided us to take a firm step.

Emotion is a harbor in the voyage. When we hit the rocks again and again, we drove in slowly. There are no big waves here. We can stay here for a while, mend the wound, prepare supplies and sail again.

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Because of the great affection, we are grateful. At the same time, I also thank the teacher for his careful cultivation. "Sunshine Project" has set up a stage for us to show our talents. Family education has taught us the etiquette of honoring our parents. They inspired us to write that "ten thousand gold" letter on Mid-Autumn Festival, say hello to our parents and say thank you. It is they who have carefully prepared this parent-child exchange activity. They not only inculcate us, but also often have heart-to-heart communication with us. This is the fusion of kindness and friendship. Therefore, we are not only grateful for family ties, but also grateful for teachers and students.

Author: craft999

A grateful heart (Li Qi)

Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a movement of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, and because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship. Because of gratitude, we understand the true meaning of life-inscription.

From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat the parents spent and how many days and nights they knitted; From elementary school to junior high school, even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicated light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Whether you give your parents a cup of warm tea after they are tired, or give them a card on their birthday, or give them some greetings and comfort when they are lost, they often pour their efforts and energy into us. How can we remember their birthdays, understand their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart.

Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a touch of emotion from you.

Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolation zone, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.

With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.

A mother's love for a wolf's mouth

That was 19 years ago.

At that time, I was 9 years old and lived with my mother at the foot of a mountain called Chazi Mountain in southern Sichuan. My father works in an arsenal far from the province.

My mother is tall and strong, with a pair of hands with thick cocoons like men. Only when these hands hold my head melon seeds to send me to school or pat me on the back to sleep alone can I feel her irresistible maternal tenderness and delicacy. In addition, it is hard for me to agree that my mother is a pure woman, especially the way she cuts wood with a knife, just like a warrior rushing from one side to the other. A machete gave off hot cold light in her hand, and branches with thick arms fell to the ground like defeated soldiers. At that time, although I was young, I didn't appreciate my mother's feminine knife action. In that snowy winter night, in that winter night of confrontation with wolves, after that thrilling "war", all my views on my mother were completely rewritten. The school was in a ravine 6 miles from my home. Go to school through a place called Wutuoling in Chazishan. Fiona Fang II in Wutuoling is uninhabited, and there are no tall trees and overgrown evergreen shrubs on the ridge. Every day after school, my mother walks me across Wutuoling and then walks across Wutuoling to pick me up. When picking me up, my mother always takes a machete to cut wood. This is not because I am afraid of meeting robbers, but because there are wolves on Wutuoling. 1980 One weekend in winter, after school in the afternoon, I lost track of time because of unscrupulous play. It was not until my mother found the school and pulled me and some classmates out of a haystack that I found it was getting late. When I followed my mother to Wutuoling, the moon had risen above our heads.

This is a rare moonlit night in winter. Silver moonlight poured between the jungle and rocks, and it was as bright as snow. The nightingale hid in the depths of the forest for a while, and then let out a long cry, which echoed in the empty Shan Ye for a long time, adding a little horror to the beautiful moonlit night.

I held my mother's hand tightly, afraid of meeting a wolf I had never seen before in this godforsaken place. At this time, the wolf really appeared.

In the clearing of Wutuoling, two pairs of wolves' eyes sparkled with green light, as if four flickering phosphorus fires had emerged from a stone. My mother and I found four scary green lights almost at the same time. My mother immediately put her hand over my mouth for fear that I would scream. We stood in the same place, staring at the two wolves slowly approaching us in tandem. Those are two hungry wolves, to be exact, a mother wolf and a baby wolf. In the moonlight, you can clearly see that their bellies are tightly stuck together, like two pieces of dried pigskin.

Mother held me in her arms, and we all held our breath and watched two wolves, one big and one small, swaggering towards us. Six meters away from us, the mother wolf stopped and stared at us with green eyes.

The female wolf bristled her hair and made a prancing gesture, ready to pounce on us. The cubs also came slowly from behind the mother wolf, stood in a row with their mother and made the same posture as their mother. It wants to take us as the target of predation training! The bleak moonlight. The nightingale stopped singing. There is no wind, everything is silent at this time, and the air seems to be frozen and suffocating.

My body trembled, my mother held my shoulder tightly with her left hand, and I cocked my head and stared at the two wolves that were about to attack with fear. Through the thick cotton-padded jacket, I can even feel the sweat oozing from my mother's palm soaking my shoulder. My right ear is close to my mother's chest, and I can clearly hear the fierce and rapid "drums" beating inside her. However, my mother's expression is surprisingly calm and calm. She gently turned my head outward, quietly reached out her right hand and slowly pulled out the machete that was more than a foot long from her armpit. As a result of years of tempering, machetes are shining with terrible cold light. At the moment of pulling out the knife, the soft moonlight suddenly gathered on it, and as the knife moved, it rolled and jumped coldly.

The murder immediately condensed on the sharp blade. Perhaps frightened by the cold light of the machete, the two wolves quickly retreated a few steps, then knelt down with their front legs and bent into a bow. I bit my lip nervously. According to my mother, that was the last posture before the wolf attacked.

Mother held the knife high in the air, and once the wolf pounced, she would chop it off without hesitation like chopping wood! What a wonderful moment this is! Before the war, both sides were fighting silently, just like me.

I heard the muffled sound of the knife cutting the wolf's body, as if I saw the wolf's blood pouring out of my hand when the knife fell, as if a thick blood spread in the depths of my sense of smell.

Mother's right hand trembled slightly, and the trembling hand kept the knife shaking, and the missile shot harsh cold light. This normal self-defense posture has actually turned into a challenge to wolves and a call to fight. The mother wolf finally howled, suddenly got up, drew a long arc in the air and came straight at us. At this critical moment, my mother instinctively pushed me back and cut me obliquely at the same time. Unexpectedly, the cunning female wolf was bluffing and landed safely two meters away from her mother. The knife failed to cut it, and it quickly retreated a few meters at the moment of landing, making an offensive gesture.

Just before the mother brandished the knife again, the wolf cub got her will and flew out to pounce on her. Her mother stumbled and sat down on the ground, and the wolf cub was right on her chest. At the moment when the wolf cub opened his mouth and bit his mother's neck, I saw her stretch out her left arm and cling to the wolf cub's head. Because the little wolf cub is too small and not as strong as his mother, he can't move his clamped head. His four feet keep scratching on his mother's chest, and soon he will catch the cotton in his cotton-padded jacket. The mother struggled with the wolf cubs and raised the knife again. Before she could wipe it off the wolf cub's neck, the most terrible scene happened again.

Just as the mother struggled with the wolf cub, the mother wolf avoided the light reflected by the machete in her hand and jumped in the other direction towards me hiding behind her. I let out a cry of horror, fell to the ground with my hands on my head and closed my eyes tightly. My brain is blank. I only feel that the powerful front paws of the female wolf have been pressed on my chest and shoulders, and the burning smell from the wolf's mouth has got into my nest. Just then, the mother suddenly let out a sad roar and buried the machete in the meat of the wolf cub's back neck. The stabbing pain of the knife cut into the meat made the wolf cubs cry for urgent rescue. Then a miracle happened.

I suddenly felt the fishy mouth of the female wolf suddenly leave my cervical fossa. It didn't bite me. I slowly opened my eyes, and saw that the female wolf, who was still pressing my shoulder, was tilting her head, and her green eyes were staring at the female wolf and her cubs. The mother wolf and the wolf cubs also stared at me and the mother wolf with a kind of desperate eyes. The machete in the mother wolf's hand is still clutching the back neck of the wolf cub. She didn't cut hard. There is something as thin as a chalk line flowing slowly in the exposed part of the machete. That's the blood of a wolf cub! Mother looked at the mother wolf with anger, fear and despair. She gritted her teeth and kept breathing. Her inexpressible expression is like the most powerful warning to the mother wolf: once the mother wolf hurts me, she will not hesitate to cut off the head of the wolf cub! How do animals feel about talking? Dad, what are your eyes? In the middle of the season? What is the basis? Hey? Hey? Zheng? Blow Jim? Where is the scabbard? I'm busy. Minutes.

The female wolf stretched out her tongue, turned to look at me, then gently let go of the right paw that grabbed my arm and pulled back the left foot that was pressing on my chest. Wolf hair, which had been towering before, slowly lay down. He stood in front of me, panting, and looked at my mother with strange eyes.

The mother's knife slowly slipped from the wolf cub's neck. She threw the wolf cub into the distance with her arm strength and threw it into the grass a few meters away. The mother wolf ran over and sniffed and licked the wolf cubs. My mother also quickly turned around, helped me up, and took me into her arms. She still has a machete in her hand to prevent the wolf from attacking again.

The female wolf didn't attack for the second time. She and her cubs stood there staring at us, then opened their mouths and let out a long howl, just like a tame domestic dog with her cubs quickly disappearing into the dark jungle. My mother carried me behind my back, holding my ass in one hand and running home with a knife in the other. No sooner had she reached the door than she fell to the ground with a limp leg and fainted. The machete in her hand fell a few meters away with a bang, while her calloused hand still clung to me still lying on my back.

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The beauty of wisdom

That night, when I read Wang's Happy Dictionary, I cried. This is not a grandstanding program, but people who no longer love Aunt Qiong Yao and Jin Yong heroes will like it, because there is a kind of truth and wisdom, as well as that kind of expectation and tension. It was that man who touched me. His family dreams are all for others, and he has almost nothing himself. He has a sister in Canada. She has a computer but no printer, so he wants to buy a printer for her sister in Canada.

Wang asked, then how do you give it to your sister? He said, I want two more round-trip tickets to Canada for my parents to send. They miss their daughter. Hearing this, I was a little moved. As a son, he is filial, and as an elder brother, he is considerate. What a nice person this is. The host was also very moved. She asked, then why did you buy a computer for your parents? He said that because his parents miss their sister who is thousands of miles away, he would give them a computer to send her an email and let her send her thoughts home. This is his family dream, almost all for his family, the host asked, are you sure? Of course, he's smiling. Because there are twelve questions to answer, and almost every question is very heavy, how easy is it to get to the top? By the sixth question, he was obviously at a loss. At this time, he used the first hotline to ask the audience to help him. As a result, he got away with it, but he was arrogant? ┚ Bad behavior of admonition? ? Leech? Diving is difficult, but playing with you is difficult. Cut this? Hey? Proud Bok? Nucleus? Is acyl coal slow? Can you knock on the kitchen to cook thistle badger? Change the curtains? nbsp

At this time, I almost admired him. What a calm and confident man he is. The answer continues, suspense is being answered more and more, and people are getting more and more nervous. By the time I got to the last question, my hands were sweating, as if I was the one who expected to get a printer, two round-trip air tickets to Canada and a computer. Just for the sake of his filial piety and affection for his sister, he should get the correct answer. The last question came out, which is actually one out of six. It's about water resources. He looked at the question quietly and didn't speak for a long time. His parents also sat under the stage watching him nervously, and the host seemed eager to give birth to a special function to tell him the answer. This is the last helpline he used. I called my sister in Canada.

The phone was connected and he didn't speak for a long time. The girl across the street is in a hurry. Brother, speak quickly, or it will be too late. Because it's only 30 seconds. Wang also called, hurry up, don't waste time, this is your last chance! He was silent for a while and said, Sister, do you miss our parents? My sister said, of course. Sitting in front of the TV, I am in a hurry. Oh, my God, when is this? How can you be immersed in love? Is he going to give up his last perfection? I'm getting angry. How can someone be so calm? Why are you still saying these endless words? He said, then let our parents come to see you, ok? Sister said, really? He nodded confidently: Yes, your wish will come true soon. Then when the time came, the phone was cut off.

God, it suddenly dawned on me that he knew this question at all, and the answer was already well-thought-out! He just wants to call his sister and share the joy of success with her! My tears burst out. Because of his wisdom, because of his extraordinary calmness and beauty. Sure enough, he spoke the answer gently, and both Wang and I saw the moving and unspeakable. Wang said there has never been a player like you. Yes, never. A calm and wise man like him brings us full joy at the last moment after a long silence. And the parents under the stage, the corner of their eyes is also quietly wet.

I never think that only "love" is beautiful, such as love, affection and friendship. I never thought that wisdom could be so beautiful. It makes our numb hearts dance gently on this beautiful and humorous night.

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Mother's Bodhi Tree

There used to be a tall osmanthus tree in the backyard of my old house, which was planted by my mother shortly after I was born. Mother called it a bodhi tree.

At that time, I was thin, often sick and had a high fever. Because of the poor economic situation at home, I seldom go to the hospital when I am sick. Every time I have a fever, my mother will put a wet towel on my forehead, and then take a wick of incense to the point under the osmanthus tree in the backyard, kneel down and pray to God, so that the Bodhisattva can bless my peace. Maybe it was fate, or maybe my mother's pious prayer touched God. I get better miraculously every time I get sick.

My mother was very moved, and she respected the osmanthus tree more and more and took good care of it. Moreover, every time something important happens, my mother will come under the osmanthus tree, light a wick and make a wish.

When I was studying, it was hot and dry in summer. I couldn't stand the high temperature in the house, so I moved the kerosene lamp and desk under the osmanthus tree to review my lessons. Because the broad branches and leaves of osmanthus trees block the sunshine during the day, it is cool under osmanthus trees. While doing the homework assigned by the teacher, I listened to the branches and leaves of osmanthus trees making a slight sound in the breeze, as if singing a touching song in my ear.

When I was reviewing my lessons, my mother kept by my side, fanning me with a big cattail fan to drive away mosquitoes. The kerosene lamp shone on my mother's face, and I saw her wrinkles and fatigue. But mom always smiles? Is it difficult to bake benzyl gallery? Print d to cover me? B ∽ brand, why fight and kill. Stewed beef bones, punished? Leaves? What's the matter with you? Tip? S uranium? Jia wrote а Benzene? Kang Bei, what's a tenon? The leaves are shallow. 8 How can I cover H Huan? What's the matter with Gai Zhui Na punishment station? Xus swim iridium? ввееееееееееееееее????? Are you embarrassed? Have you ever shrugged your shoulders? nbsp

For mother, osmanthus tree is not only a symbol of God who bless our life, but also a lot of useful things for mother. In August, osmanthus trees are full of osmanthus, and when the wind blows, colorful petals are everywhere. Mother swept them up and dried them to make osmanthus tea for us to drink. Mom said that osmanthus tea is cool and detoxifying, and people who drink it often will not get sick. I don't know if there is such a saying. Every time I drink osmanthus tea, I feel very refreshing and sweet.

After graduating from college, I worked in a city far from home, and later I traveled to the south. Although I have grown up, my mother has been worried about me. Every time I send a letter, I ask about the cold and the warm. The letter said, "The osmanthus tree in the backyard was cut down. Although I can't burn incense for you under the osmanthus tree, I pray for you in my heart every day. I hope you can go out safely and come back safely. " At that moment, my eyes filled with tears. It turns out that my mother's osmanthus tree has long been planted in my heart. ...

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Mom and Dad, I love you!

I have a warm family, and the love of my parents is selfless.

I remember when I first went to school, when I went to school every day, my mother always carried your schoolbag on her back, helped me straighten my skirt, and told me, "Study hard at school and listen carefully ..." Although it was short, every word contained my parents' love for me.

Now that I have grown up, although my home is far from school, I have asked you to go to school by bike more than once, so I can't bother my parents any more. However, my father said to me, "as long as you have this heart." The security outside is not very good now, and it is not safe for you to go to school alone. "Dad's words touched me very much. As their daughter, I feel honored and proud. Because, my parents let me feel the deep feelings in the world, and no amount of money can buy priceless treasures.

Every day after school, my father always cooks extra meals for me. Either tomato and egg soup or fried tomatoes with eggs. Later, I learned that it was my father who saw in the newspaper that eating these foods was nutritious. Dad always walks up to me with a bowl in his hand and says, "Come on, Dolly, drink this bowl of soup, do your homework quickly, and then recite it. Then let dad check it, and then you can watch TV. "

Although my parents are very concerned about me in life, they are very strict with my study. I remember that after I was in the third grade, my mother asked me to memorize all the texts. In addition to these, she also asked me to recite ancient Chinese texts such as Disciples Rules.

I remember once, my mother asked me to recite the ancient Chinese poem Brothers Lian, but I couldn't recite it, so I was so anxious that I tore it up. You took out branches from behind the door to punish me. I immediately cried for mercy: "Mom, I dare not ..." But you still hit me. "Put your hand out, don't cry!" The veins stood out on my mother's face and rose and fell with the beating of my heart ... The blow was so heavy that my hand was swollen for several days and I couldn't even write. Then my mother put the medicine on it and said, "Dolly, you must be in pain! Actually, mom ... "Hearing the word" pain ",I immediately threw myself into my mother's arms and cried," Don't cry, don't cry! " Mother wiped away tears for me, but big tears fell on my hands.

"Children travel thousands of miles, and mothers worry", "The thread in the hands of loving mothers makes clothes for wayward sons." Isn't this the embodiment of fatherly love and maternal love? Parental love is selfless, great and simple.

I want to say to my parents from the bottom of my heart, "I love you, mom and dad, and I love the home where we live together." .