Help me find five reciting articles, which are not famous, and there are some specific requirements in them.

This autumn seems particularly short. Inadvertently, maple leaves turn red, fallen leaves fall, and the wind rises in late autumn. Under the dim street lamp, a man walked inexplicably on the overpass, turned up his collar quickly, hid his neck inside, and hid his hand in the pocket of his coat as quickly as an arrow and flew back to the dormitory.

"Mom, it's cold. Make me a small cotton-padded jacket as soon as possible! "

"You see I'm crazy, I forget the things in the field when I'm busy. Ok, I'll do it right away ... You should also pay attention to yourself, don't catch a cold, your constitution is so weak ... "

"Mom, I know, you are always so wordy." I interrupted her impatiently before she finished.

The next morning, it was cloudy and gray, and it was raining in Mao Mao. "The rain in autumn is so cold." Against the biting cold wind, I curled up and walked on the way back to the dormitory from the restaurant. Far away, I vaguely saw a middle-aged woman, dressed extremely bloated and rough, with a khaki scarf around her head and a bulging bag in her hand, as if waiting for something. Look at the back, there is a feeling of deja vu.

Approached, I saw her pale pink scarf blown by the wind in a corner of the rain and fog, and that pile of gray and messy hair. The sunken eyes on the vicissitudes of life kept looking around for fear of missing something, as if every student who passed by her was the goal she was looking for. She wandered, searched and got wet on the eternal road in front of the dormitory, and her bloated and short body was particularly clumsy in the wind and rain. That figure suddenly feels so familiar! My heart ached suddenly. "It's my mother!" I gasped in shock. "No way, I just told her to make clothes last night, and she made them this morning?" I muttered to myself. But I rushed over quickly and got closer and closer ... "Really!" I said in surprise. "Mom, why are you here?" Hearing the crying, my mother suddenly turned around and her anxious face was full of joy. She said, "I heard from the weather forecast that the temperature has dropped these days. I was afraid you were cold, so I did it all night. You are in poor health. If ... ". My heart ached fiercely, like a sharp knife inserted into my chest accurately. ...

It was then that I first saw my mother so closely and clearly. What beautiful hair it used to be, now it's gray and unkempt, and even the piles of forehead are dripping with rain; What kind of face is it: high and protruding forehead, deeply sunken eyes, crow's feet at the corner of eyes, sallow and withered face … Look at that dark gray coat, showing traces of years; Those hands clinging to cotton-padded clothes for fear of getting wet are as rough as roots and shriveled; The cracks on the hands are like the topography of the Loess Plateau, criss-crossing, fragmented, with deep incisions, some full of scars, some just like new wounds, and it seems that blood red can still be seen. ...

My heart ached and I closed my eyes and cried.

At this time, my mother, like a child who did something wrong, asked me quietly with timid eyes: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable, have you caught a cold?" ..... "I hugged her at once, and people's unscrupulous tears and rain mixed together ... After asking me if I was okay, my mother insisted on leaving, but after all, it was difficult, just like she stayed up all night making me a cotton-padded coat. But she left anyway.

Looking at the hazy back in the fog, I seem to stumble away easily until I disappear from my sight ... Close my eyes, and my tears gush out again ... I remember and meditate-mom, I'm sorry for you before, and I will try my best from now on. Your love for me can't be returned, so you can love me more in this life and let me be your mother in the afterlife!

Father, I finally understand your love.

Tonight, it was the first time that I was sad for my father, and it was also the first time that I cried for my father for half an hour!

In fact, I should be ashamed. I've always been selfish and worried about my own business. I can't sleep for many nights, trying to find comfort for my so-called happiness.

I couldn't help crying when I got a call from my brother. My brother's weak tone made my heart fall into a trough. My father is ill, and the doctor says it is incurable. Stop wasting money and rest at home! Doctors are not sure how long they can live, or half a year, or a little longer. This disease is life-threatening at any time. I don't want to believe that my father, who has always been cheerful, enthusiastic and unrestrained, will rely on drugs to maintain his life in the future. Let me worry every day in the future. Can he leave me anytime, anywhere? I covered myself in a quilt and cried bitterly, and my heart was broken for my father for the first time. ...

My father is a cheerful, warm, generous and kind person, but he has a bad temper. He always loses his temper. When I was a child, I often avoided him for fear that I would be fierce if I did something wrong. So our father-daughter relationship has always been so lukewarm. In fact, I know that he loves me and dotes on me, not only because he always faces me when quarreling with my brother, but also because I can feel his invisible love. However, in any case, I just can't get along with him, and my concern for him is lukewarm. However, I have always been in awe of my father.

I have broken my father's heart, more than once! /kloc-when I was 0/8 years old, I was willful and unreasonable. I chose to confront my father, which caused him to travel to two cities and travel long distances just to get me back. A few years later, I rebelled against my father and insisted on choosing the way I wanted to go. Now that I think about it, I really feel that I deserve to die. After giving birth to me and raising me for so many years, how could my father be badly hurt by me? Why didn't I feel how much my father loved me at that time?

This time last year, my father had a heart bypass operation. When he was in that city, I gave birth to a baby in my hometown hospital, and my mother rushed to take care of him. When I got out of the operating room, I called my father and learned that his operation was successful. I was so excited that I shed tears, regardless of the pain of the wound. The moment I saw the baby, I suddenly realized the deep affection! Deep love! The day after my father's operation, I drove my mother back to my hometown. For me and my children … at that moment, I can't describe my inner feelings. My father, who has always loved me so much, has been avoiding me ... It was not until I became a mother that I deeply realized the deep fatherly love.

I am not a filial child. I failed to help my parents in their most difficult time and make them happy at the age when they should have fun. Now, bad luck has fallen from the sky, and my father can no longer work hard for this family. How does the mother bear the burden of the family? What choice should my brother face in the future? What can I do? A man who can't even support himself, what can I do for this poor family? I cried, crying very sadly. In addition to pain, cowardice can only pray to God to bless his father to live well!

Father, I finally understand your love. In the future, I will try my best to see your doctor and pray for you every day. What my daughter did can't make up for what I owe you. However, dad must live well and watch her happy, and dad will be happy, right?

Father's love is so tough

People often say that fatherly love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.

Maybe, when I grow up, I won't be so homesick. The young eagle will eventually spread its wings and leave the shelter of its parents. Really, I have been studying in Nanjing for three years, but I seldom take the initiative to call my parents on weekdays. My parents are always worried about me. Being away from home for a long time is sometimes really tired. I must think about what is right or wrong and what is good or bad. Of course, I am lonely sometimes, and no one tells you what to do if you are injured. Or the back of my father, who used to spur me around and inculcate me, has now sneaked into the night with the wind. It's amazing how many sweet hopes are soaked with tears. Now I get a call from my dad, and he starts nagging like his mother. Perhaps, after leaving for a long time, he asked more questions, hoping to be a good boy. ...

Leaning against the window, I thought for a long time. When I was a child, my father was a stern symbol. My father is like an axe. He wants me to get rid of all my bad habits. He often hits me. That's because I don't think my father loves me. Father often said, "You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly.". Now you should get rid of all your faults and form good habits. " My father never pays attention to my study. Every time I show him my award, he just takes a look. Father firmly believes that with good habits, there is everything. It is this belief that has been with me until now. My father's strong beliefs and expressions have always appeared in front of me. Yes, my father is very strong.

I remember when I came to Nanjing for college, when my father saw me off at the station, I sat by the window and said goodbye to my parents. Mother took my hand and choked. And my father just stood on the platform in the distance, supporting your majesty with his innate strength. He just looked at the train, looked at the window, looked at me, and then smiled slightly, and his mouth rose. Is it a kind of pride or an unspeakable bitterness? Then he was silent, lowered his head slightly, clenched his fist and raised his head again. I believe my father is proud of me. I saw something moist and shiny in my father's eyes, which shook my heartstrings. Father saw me looking at him and turned away. I was really speechless at that time! But somehow, there was a feeling trembling on me, and tears finally crawled out of my eyes.

Father's love has no long softness, no thoughtful and warm words, no blessings that can be taken with you at any time, and no temperature that I accompany you day and night. Father's love is a tear, which sums up all languages.

Waiting for their own flowering season.

There are many kinds of waiting, one is called pain; There is a kind of waiting called persistence, a kind of waiting called letting go, a kind of waiting called fate and a kind of waiting called harvest. While waiting, we experience hardship, chew pain, feel helpless and bathe in sadness. Tony Leung Ka Fai, a famous Hong Kong artist, has starred in a large number of influential films, and his reputation and prestige also occupy a place in the international film circle.

Mainland audiences got to know Tony Leung Ka Fai from "Burning Yuanmingyuan" and "Listening to Politics through Curtains" starring him. As a result of starring in these two films, his acting skills fascinated many audiences, and he won the title of Hong Kong Film Emperor.

Just when his career was brilliant, he suffered a dramatic change. Because both films were shot in Beijing, and Taiwan Province Province was hostile to the mainland at that time, Taiwan Province Province took Tony Leung Ka Fai as the object of communication, which led to all his films not being shown in Taiwan Province Province. You know, Taiwan Province Province is a huge market, and no filmmaker wants to lose this market. No one dared to ask him to make a movie from now on. As a result, an actor was reduced to nobody and could not get the play.

In desperation, Tony Leung Ka Fai contacted several friends, designed and made some handicrafts, such as bracelets and copper coins, and took them to Causeway Bay to set up a stall in exchange for living expenses.

A reporter took such a shot. The lens passed from one booth to another, and finally fixed on Tony Leung Ka Fai, giving a close-up. I saw him squatting on the ground with handicrafts in front of him. Instead of avoiding the reporter's camera, he waved and smiled at the reporter naturally and friendly, and still squatted there to guard, fondle and sell his gadgets. The reporter asked him, what is the difference between setting up a stall and making a movie? He said, nothing is different! Is it all art? Look, aren't all these handicrafts I sell works of art?

Tony Leung Ka Fai has set up a stall for a whole year. This year, he met many people, including his wife who works in Radio Television Hong Kong. This year, he accumulated a lot of life experience, adding a lot of material for his perfect performance in the future and becoming an international movie star.

Some media reported that the year of setting up a stall was the darkest and loneliest page in Tony Leung Ka Fai's acting career. But he said, "I don't think it's down and out. I think it is also a kind of life. "

Life needs to wait, just like the seeds just sown. Only by waiting can we reap the fruits. Waiting is a skill as well as a training. Waiting is more important than moving forward, and it is more difficult to do it, because there are expectations for the foreseeable future and desires running through it. Waiting is the foreshadowing, the cornerstone and the premise of sprint. Without waiting, sprint is not perfect. If you master waiting, you master success. Waiting is a skill, not everyone has it. Waiting is lonely, hope is ahead, but reaching out can't catch it.

Flowers have their own seasons, and people have their own moments. There is a proverb in English called "Every dog has his day". Everyone has his day, not to mention us. Years of experience, brave self-confidence, positive enterprising, silent waiting, plus the care of fate, why not succeed? Let's live a leisurely life and look forward to the moment when flower of life blooms in our efforts.

The world is wonderful because of you (touching with simple "feelings")

There is a song that goes like this: I only have eyes for you. Yes, because of you, I saw a faint candlelight in the dark; Because of you, I smell flowers and listen to birds; Because of you, my ordinary life becomes warm and wonderful.

When I am discouraged, you will pat my little head and say, "Look, girl, this broken buttonwood tree has sprouted again. Gee, the foundation is stable. It was the bird that wanted to build a nest, so it came out again. " I know you want to comfort me, cheer me up and restore my confidence. Although your expression is not vivid, I understand.

When I get carried away, you will hook my middle finger and knock on my forehead: "Girl, there is someone outside, and one day outside, you haven't touched my shoulder yet." I know you're not laughing at my short stature and hurting my self-confidence. You want to tell me that only calm people can make progress.

Every time I sit on the sofa and watch TV alone, you will come and hold my hand and say, "Girl, go ahead and take you around the world!" " "Your so-called travel around the world is just riding your creaking' mount' to take me around Yang Shulin three times. I can't laugh or cry, but you are serious: "There are so many birds in this forest, isn't it a bird world?" "I know you want me to get some air, so I won't stay at home all the time. You often say that health is more important than anything else.

When I thought I would fall out of favor with my sister, you took my sister who just learned to walk and said, "Go after her and spank her." I smiled. You put your sister in my arms, or you say, "Sister, you won't leave me, will you?" I smiled, my sister smiled, and my mother at the other end of the sofa also smiled: "Look at these three children!" " "I know you want to tell me in that humorous tone that my family is harmonious and warm and that you love me.

When I was away from home to study, you always said the same thing to me: "Girl, when you are away from home, you should get along well with others, be kind to others, and it doesn't matter if you suffer a little. Taking care of yourself is a blessing." My impatience didn't make your tone tremble. When I call and say that the food in the canteen is hard to swallow, you will reply by text: "Girl, it's really distorted, which makes everyone difficult to serve." I know you want me to be happy and study happily, but this time I didn't smile through tears as usual, but my eyes were red.

"I am old!" Now that you often say this, I admit that you are old, you can't run around behind my back, you can't say new words, and you can't guide me in my homework. "You have grown up!" You always say that. Yes, when I grow up, I will spank you on the back and make you tea. When I put my arm around your neck and said, "Dad, I am so happy to have you, and my world is wonderful because of you", you smiled and spoiled with your eyes: "Silly girl, you are disgusting me again."

Laohuaishuxia

I remember when I was a child, there were some old locust trees standing on both sides of the road in front of my house. Every summer, the scorching sun bakes the oily green leaves, and cicadas howl among them. At this time, under the old locust tree, it became lively. Women huddle together in twos and threes, holding the soles of shoes and pulling their families; The man took a bamboo plaque or a bench or something and took a leisurely nap under the tree.

In my memory, Uncle Mo is one of them. Tall, he is always shirtless, covered with pimples, sleeping in a bamboo plaque and snoring like no one's watching. That sound can travel three miles and four miles.

At that time, I was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Every time Grandpa Yao falls asleep, I scratch his naked body with grass. Uncle Yao is most afraid of tickling. Every time he scratches, he wakes up laughing and spins around in the bamboo plaque.

When I woke up, Grandpa Yao chatted with me. He told me about Journey to the West, insisting that he had put a hoop spell on the pig's head. I didn't know there was such a thing until I grew up.

Sometimes he will tell me how serious he is at school and how good his grades are, but he was born in that era and can only leave school early; Then he sighed, "How nice that city is!" Then he shouted loudly to get up: "city people look down on us rural people, bah!" In the future, I must earn a lot of money and let the city people see me just like seeing my uncle! " Grab the teapot and drink it.

Finally, the old locust tree began to feel lonely, and only the burning sun roasted the oily green leaves, and cicadas kept howling among the green leaves. There are only pedestrians rushing by under the old locust tree.

When I came home from my last holiday, I was walking, and a brand-new "Haojue" motorcycle stopped beside me. I see, isn't it uncle? Snow-white shirt with tie, straight suit and shiny leather shoes. "Silly boy, the leng wear stem? Go, I'll take you home! "

It turns out that Grandpa Yao's furniture factory has a prosperous business, and now his money has exceeded six figures.

I jokingly asked him, "Will you sleep under the old locust tree in the future?"

He said seriously, "I'm too busy to stand up now." It's a pity that there are few drops of ink in my stomach, otherwise the bill will be turned over several times. You should cherish the opportunity to study now! "

At the door, standing under the old locust tree, I looked at my uncle a little. He is much more energetic and has deep wrinkles on his forehead.

I suddenly realized that the goal and reality are not far away. As long as you work hard, the goal will become a reality.

Dude, it's hard to find, so let me be the best.