This is also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. There is a lot of love in the world. Love is a shower after rain. In everyone's eyes, love is warm and happy ... there is also a kind of love that feels uncomfortable, but when you understand, you will suddenly understand that this is also a kind of love.

I remember once, I didn't finish my homework until 10. It's already dark outside, and my mother is nagging, "Wang Shuyan, aren't you going to sleep?" It's almost 1 1 o'clock, and I have to go to school tomorrow! Can you get up at half past six tomorrow? "I thought: Mom, you are really nagging!

The next morning, at 6: 33, my mother turned on the headlights and lifted the quilt to wake me up. I just can't get up. She said, "I still can't get up. It's seven o'clock. What should I do if I am late? " Listening to my mother's nagging, I got out of bed slowly.

On the way to school, my mother always nagged and asked, "Are you wearing a red scarf? Wear a red scarf at the flag-raising ceremony. Did you bring your homework? Do you have a pencil case? Correction tape ... "I was very upset and wanted to escape from my mother.

When I arrived at school, the flag-raising ceremony began. Seeing that students who didn't wear red scarves were criticized by teachers and punished, I suddenly found that my mother's nagging was not so annoying. Instead, I fell in love with my mother's nagging

There is no shortage of happiness in the world, what is lacking is a heart that is good at feeling happiness. Savor life carefully, and you will find that it is also a kind of love, a kind of love belonging to the mother.

This is also a kind of love. Love is a drop of water that moistens your heart. Love is a lamp that illuminates your way forward; Love is a compass that shows you the way forward. And I confirm that love is selfless dedication, and love is the enlightenment when you are helpless. And I confirm that love is selfless dedication, and love is the enlightenment when you are helpless. I remember that on a hot summer night, I entered a sweet dream. Because of thirst, I opened my eyes like looking for water. But when I opened my eyes, I found my mother sitting by the bed, fanning me with one hand and covering me with the other. However, I saw the sweat dripping from my mother's face, and my clothes were soaked with sweat. After a while, until my mother thought I was asleep, she gently put the fan back and walked out of my bedroom. I still remember the day after the first exam in grade three, and I don't know how long it took for my report card to get home. I am very disappointed. I only got 88 points in the Chinese exam. After reading the report card, I lay in bed and looked at the ceiling without saying a word.

Suddenly the door opened and my mother came in and sat next to me. She kept looking at me. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me angrily, "What are you doing in bed?" You didn't do well in the exam because you didn't study hard. Who can blame this? "Mom said, I cried sadly when I was tired of crying. I dried my tears and looked at my kind mother. My mother saw my heart calm down, and she returned to her original appearance. She said to me affectionately, "The score in the exam is of course important. As long as you try your best, there will be no' regret' in your life. "I shine at the moment, spirits, confidence is back. There are many kinds of love, no matter what the way, it is all love, perhaps the criticism of teachers, the guidance of friends or even the scolding of parents, but also a kind of love, but in different ways. And mother's love is selfless dedication and enlightenment when she is helpless.

This is also a kind of love. Love is selfless. Love is warm; Sometimes, love is also severe.

I remember an exam in the third grade, and I got a hundred points. I am so excited to see the paper that I really want to go home from school and tell my parents now. Finally, after school, my father took me home. I was anxious to put the paper in front of my mother who was mopping the floor. My mother said happily, "Well, yes, come next time." As soon as I heard this, I was unhappy: "Mom, is there no reward?" Mom smiled: "OK, come on next time!" " "I was angry and said unhappily," Hum! If I had known, I wouldn't have given it to you 100. " "You say that again! Is the exam for me? " After that, my mother slapped me in the face and said, "Next time you say that, try it!"! "! Wash and sleep! "At that time, I really wanted to say a few words, but I was afraid that my mother would slap me again, and my heart was full of incomprehension and injustice.

Lying in bed, I can't sleep for a long time. At this time, my mother pushed open the door of my room and said to me, "You should remember that learning is for yourself, not for others." Study is for your future. Remember this sentence, learning is for yourself. "

After that, I never said that sentence again. But because of my mother's education that night, I understood the real purpose of learning.

Strict love is warm; Strict love is great; Severe love is unforgettable.

This is also a kind of love. In fact, there are many ways to express love, but each parent expresses love in different ways.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard that annoying nagging voice: "Get up quickly! It's too late if you can't afford it. " I think it's only six o'clock! I thought to myself: Why did you wake me up so early? I am very angry. But just when I was angry, my mother's nagging sounded again: "Go and wash your face and brush your teeth." When I was in a daze in the bathroom, my mother's nagging voice suddenly came from the kitchen: "What are you doing?" Why is it so slow? "

Hearing this voice, I was impatient, but I dared not refute it, so I had to wash my face and brush my teeth quickly. When I was washing clothes, my mother had cooked the meal. While eating slowly, my mother's nagging came again. I couldn't help it, so I said loudly, "Are you tired of nagging like this all day?" After listening to my mother, she really calmed down. Looking at her dumbfounded expression, I hurried to school after dinner.

When I come home from school, I write at home. After writing, I began to read: "The red sun rises, its path is bright, and the river flows out ..." After reading, I asked my mother: "Did I read well?" This time, my mother changed her usual habit and just said "yes" and went out.

At this time, I suddenly felt very lost, and I missed my mother's nagging a little. I also understood that my mother's nagging was actually mixed with my concern and that it was also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. People often say that love is abstract, but I think it is concrete. Everything can be a carrier of love, and any behavior can be a way to express love.

My mother's nagging annoys me every time. Every time I go out to school, my mother always says, "Check your schoolbag supplies again, and don't forget to bring something."

I remember one time, when I came home from school, I opened the door and looked, well, why wasn't my mother at home? I walked around the house, but I still couldn't find it. I shouted again, "Mom, are you there?" But still no response,

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw a piece of white paper on the dining table with words written on it. I took a blank sheet of paper and saw that it said, "You are at home by yourself these two days, because I'm going to take an exam outside. After finishing your homework and eating a good meal, you must go to bed on time. "

At this time, my heart is full of pride. I began to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I ate another bowl of instant noodles, watched TV for a while, and then went to bed.

The next morning, I was still sleeping. The sun made me open my eyes. I looked at my watch. Ah! It is getting late. It's already 7: 10. I quickly got dressed, put on my schoolbag, opened the door and ran towards the school. I bought rice on the way and ate it in a hurry on the way. It was already 7: 55 when I got to school, but it was not too late. I opened my schoolbag and looked for my homework. I looked for it for a few minutes, but I still couldn't find it. I think it's broken. I must have left my homework at home.

At this moment, I thought of my mother's nagging. I often get bored when my mother nags in my ear.

After this incident, I know: adults' nagging is actually for our own good; Adults' nagging is actually caring about us. So this is also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. Love is a drop of dew in the desert, nourishing your dry heart. Love is a touch of warm sun in winter, which warms your heart; Love is a beacon in the sea, guiding your direction ... this is also a kind of love!

I straightened my collar, cut my hair short, sat on the bicycle seat in the image of a happy sunshine, and galloped away to the stadium. Pull-ups with sleeves facing outward, a leisurely climb, a push-pull table tennis smash and a three-step layup. After the exercise, I was sweating profusely, and the dazzling sunshine sucked up the water in my body like a tarsal maggot. The wheel that used to turn fast now, like an old cow pulling a broken car, moves slowly forward. I finally got home. After getting off the bus, I felt my bones burning hot, and every pore in my body seemed to open. small tongue was sticking out and shouting, "We want to drink water! We want to be cool! " The coat I took off hung over my shoulders, and my underwear on my chest was wet. After many twists and turns, my legs completed the task as scheduled ―― I dragged my tired body home and almost crawled to the ground!

"Mom, water?" Sitting on the sofa panting, I shouted to the kitchen, "Huh?" The mung bean soup is cold in the refrigerator! I'll get it for you! "In a short time, my mother brought a bowl of chilled and cool mung bean soup. There are several bean shells floating on the light green juice, and a thick layer of tofu is deposited at the bottom of the bowl, which really quenches your thirst. I gulped it down and immediately felt cool. I took another sip, not to quench my thirst, but to enjoy the coolness of mung bean soup. From the mouth to the stomach, it suddenly cooled down, and the pores contracted violently, making a cold war, which was very comfortable. After drinking, I burped again and again, and the soup seemed to overflow and my stomach jingled. I took another bite of tofu pudding, and it melted in my mouth. It's like eating a delicious meal and savoring it in my mouth. Dou's soul sang a song in my ear, "Lala Lala, we come from the countryside, bypassing 99 bends, wading 99 rivers and climbing 99 mountains. This is my home! "

My mind is spinning ... in the supermarket, my mother carefully selects and checks every grain and chooses a bag of mung beans. Next to the faucet, the rushing water washed away the dust adsorbed on the mung bean and washed it clean. In front of the stove, turn to low heat and simmer slowly. Add rock sugar until the beans bloom and the shells float. Turn off the heat. When the soup gets cold, put it in the refrigerator until it gets cold! Seemingly simple steps are also learned, seemingly easy actions are also reasonable, and seemingly easy items are also reasonable. This bowl of mung bean soup is not small, the steps are learned, the actions are reasonable, and the matters are reasonable. This bowl of mung bean soup is full of mother's deep love!

Love can be simple persuasion and enthusiastic enlightenment; Can be a cup of fragrant hot tea, a shallow smile ... This bowl of cool and delicious mung bean soup is also a kind of love!

This is also a kind of love, which can be expressed in many ways. Parents, grandparents and grandparents often give the most love. Sometimes, grandma's nagging is also a kind of love

On the morning of the sixth grade, I understood my grandmother's love for me.

The sun is shining, I think: it must be a good day today. So I had a nice breakfast and went out in my spring school uniform. Grandma immediately called me back and said, "The weather forecast says it will rain this afternoon, so you should put on more clothes." I casually said, "I think the weather is fine today and I don't want to wear it." But grandma insisted that I wear a coat. She began to nag again: "You child, you are so disobedient, the temperature difference is big, what should you do if you catch a cold?" Hearing grandma's nagging, I had to put on my coat and go to school.

When coming to school, most people only wear long sleeves, while some people only wear short sleeves. I thought to myself: grandma is really troublesome. How can it rain on this day? So I took off my coat as soon as I got to the classroom.

In the afternoon, the sky suddenly changed. There is a saying that is true: "I miss the baby face in March, and it changes as soon as I say it."

The temperature has dropped a lot, so I quickly put on my coat. Those who don't have coats envy me.

Although my grandmother nags, her nagging is mixed with her concern for me. So this is also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. I don't think this is care and protection. It is love that parents help everything. Otherwise, it will become a flower in the greenhouse and cannot experience any wind and rain.

A few months ago, I didn't understand this truth. I believe that eternal protection is love.

Once, I wanted to learn to ride a bike, and my brother clamored for it. At first, I was a little strange. I practice balance according to my father's requirements, but it is not easy to practice. After a while, my brother and I both fell down. I fell into the grass and got scratched. My brother just accidentally fell and was not hurt.

But my father ran to my brother to see if he was hurt, and comforted him without even looking at me. In a fit of pique, I pushed my bike out for several meters and practiced by myself.

In the corner, I think I may have been ignored and forgotten by my father. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. Father doesn't love me, and he doesn't love me. I'm dispensable. I sat on my bike to practice my balance, holding the handle in my hand, and my wound ached faintly.

In this way, I practice alone in the corner every day, not with my brother.

I have been able to ride for a long time. If I practice more, I can go to play by bike. I ride it every day, and finally I can really ride it. When I rode my bike and saw my brother still practicing balance, I found that my father's eyes were full of love. Yes! Flowers in the greenhouse will never grow. Father wants to tell me this truth by doting on his younger brother!

Letting go is actually a kind of love, but this kind of love is hard to understand. Others may deny it, but I said: flowers in the greenhouse will never grow! Only through wind and rain can we grow!

Let go, this is also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. Love is a silent and deep love. It doesn't need too many beautiful words to express its ideas, nor too many gorgeous things to express its love.

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In the morning, a pair of brothers quarreled under the thick fog. Brother said calmly, "It's cold today, at least put on a coat!" " The younger brother shouted angrily, "You don't understand! Your generation is different from ours! " Many people echoed: "Look, my brother kindly advised me that this younger brother is really not sensible." "Dudu, the two brothers have been arguing here for half an hour. This brother deserved it when he caught a cold. " ..... Many people have started to scold their younger brothers.

On closer inspection, my brother really needs to wear an extra coat. He is wearing a shirt above and a pair of worn jeans below. At first glance, I know that he is a person who is very close to fashion. It was not until the afternoon that the quarrel between them stopped, as if time had gone back. I suddenly found that my brother's tears had passed over his face. Later, new tears flowed down like broken pearls, and I couldn't stop them. Then it turned into crying. I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him. He took it and gave me a reluctant smile. Gradually, he stopped crying. The elder brother whispered to his younger brother, "Stop fooling around here and go home. Obey! " "The younger brother was ungrateful and roared," I'm never going back. "Later, I heard that the two brothers made up.

After that, I met the two brothers. They are walking in the street. The younger brother snuggled up to his brother like two little bears, and his brother gently touched his head.

Then I went back to my hometown and saw my brothers again. The two of them are farming and shouting slogans neatly. When you are thirsty, drink the water brought by your brother, and no one will abandon anyone.

I don't know what's going on, but I know: this is a kind of love, not too gorgeous, not too superior.

This is also a kind of pear flower that loves 10 backyard. When it withered, it fell from the tree with sad steps. Bathed in the snow, pear trees look desolate and aging a lot. Listen! Sasha vujacic ... seems to be a flower pouring out its disappointment to the tree. But the trees did nothing, said nothing, and just looked at them helplessly.

The wind roared, as if urging and cursing. Forced the flowers to leave, dancing and falling. Although the flowers fell silently, the trees trembled with each flower touching the ground. The tree finally moved. It stretched out its hand with all its strength to keep it, but it couldn't catch it. Every flower was dragged by the wind and scattered into the sky.

I didn't want to step on this snow-white pear, so I found a place to lie down, let the flowers bury me and let me bathe in the snow-like pear. I understand the reluctance of flowers, the helplessness of trees and the roar of the wind.

I am a flower flying all over the sky. I won't give up. I am attached to the embrace of pear trees. I want to stay in the embrace of pear trees forever, away from the world, and be that ordinary and unknown flower all my life. I just want to taste the love of pears in their arms.

I am a pear tree that keeps shaking. Watching the children leave one by one seems like a sharp knife across my heart. I hate it! I hate myself for not remembering his face and voice. I hate myself for being cruel. They are too young. I want to keep them and catch them, but … alas!

I am the whistling wind, and the children of the tree were taken away from them by me. Looking at their reluctant expression, my heart aches. I want to keep them around, but I can't!

Pupa can only become butterfly after a long darkness, and phoenix can only be reborn after being roasted by fire. They have to go through this. If I can, I am willing to replace them, even though I have suffered thousands of years of wind and rain. But we can't. We have to let go. Only when we are baptized can we retire.

Sometimes, giving up is also a kind of beauty, and letting go is also a kind of love, although it hurts.

This is also a kind of love+1 1 My father and I eat in the dim light. Father's face is expressionless. I looked at it carefully, and the test paper was lying quietly in my schoolbag not far away. Fifty-nine points is not up to standard for a son who has always had excellent grades.

"How was the exam?" For a long time, my father finally spoke in silence.

"Five to fifty-nine." I said with a trembling voice.

Without any expression, I even heard my son's grades drop, and that familiar face was like a pool of stagnant water. Seeing this, I bowed my head in disappointment.

Once upon a time, my father would be happy for my success and sad for my failure. Father and son will be happy and sad together, but now the father's numb expression. Hey, it's a long story!

Once upon a time, I took the first place in my class many times and showed off in front of my father, who only responded briefly.

But now, my grades have dropped, and my father didn't scold me, let alone be strict. I can't help but feel a little sad when I think about this. Silence, silence.

Suddenly my father put down his chopsticks. "What do you want to eat? I will buy it tomorrow. " I was a little surprised when my father had no head or tail. Then there was a terrible silence.

Looking at the back of my father's departure, I was at a loss Looking at my father's busy back, I suddenly have an impulse to cry, and tears are spinning in my eyes. Maybe it's a way for my father to care about me. It seems simple, but it easily breaks my heart.

I finally understand my father's good intentions. I seem to see my father smiling before my eyes. He smiled so innocently and brilliantly.

This is also a kind of love, wordless love.

This is also a kind of love. 12 love is warm, love is severe, and when love still rains, mom will give you an umbrella. Love is when your mother carries you to the hospital when you are sick. There is a lot of love that everyone needs to discover.

Remember when I was in the third grade, I was often nagged by my mother and brought my homework? Have you put on more clothes? Do you have a mask at home? Do you have a bus card? Did you bring a red scarf? Wait, wait, basically everything is said at home. And nagged me when I was studying. Did you bring a message? Go to school to review, don't be distracted in class, and listen carefully. Have you finished the homework assigned by the teacher? Check it for me after dinner, and so on.

My mother even says that I am very upset every day. Every time I hear my mother's nagging, my heart is full of resistance, but I have no courage to resist, so I have to listen to my mother's nagging every day.

Finally, one day I had the courage to resist. So my mom started nagging again. I said to my mother, "will you stop nagging?" I don't want to listen to your nagging. " I didn't think my mother spoke, so I thought, was my mother persuaded by me? Suddenly my mother gave me a big slap, and I was hit straight by it. My mother said she would dare to say it next time. I said yes, with stubbornness. After many twists and turns, my mother was finally persuaded by me to stop nagging.

Without my mother's nagging, my troubles disappeared. Without my mother's nagging, I felt very lonely. Every time I forget my homework, my text, my mask, I can't take the bus, I don't bring any materials, I don't do well in every exam, and I'm lonely without my mother's nagging. At this moment, I woke up. Nagging is a reminder and a kind of love.

Nagging love is warm, nagging love is great, and nagging love is unforgettable.

This is also a kind of love. 13 Love can be expressed in many ways. Maybe I tuck you in at night, accompany you to do your homework at night, and supervise you to play the piano at noon ... but there is a kind of love that will be "invisible".

In my eyes, there are two kinds of love, one is maternal love and the other is paternal love.

I still remember when I was in the third grade, my mother was very strict with me. Once, I only got "78" in the mid-term math exam. Looking at the bright red "78", I feel very sad, because no matter how I rub it, I can't change this "low score".

At noon, my mother asked me, "Did you get the results?" "That's not ... it hasn't come out yet ..." I stammered. Mother bowed her head to eat with a straight face.

In the evening, I went home and looked at my mother carefully. I got up the courage and took out the "78" test paper in bright red font from the schoolbag next to me. Mom saw the test paper and asked, "How many points did you get in the exam?" "Seven ... eight points. "I whispered back. Mother was furious and shouted, "Why did you take so few exams?" Hmm? Even the simplest nine plus seven can be wrong. How did you get it? You can choose the wrong multiple-choice question. This application problem is too simple ... you didn't finish it. Stand in the corner for three hours, hurry up! "

I stood in the corner and burst into tears. I thought to myself: I really doubt if I am my own. I must have picked it up from the garbage! Crying and crying, I decided never to talk to my mother again. Complaining is complaining, but I am afraid that my mother will be angry again and dare not take her studies lightly. Since then, I have been good at math.

Now, I finally understand that this is also a kind of love, a special kind of love-earnest.

This is also a kind of love. 14 Love is sweet water, which can quench thirst. Love is a sun that illuminates your way forward; Love is a compass that guides you in a clear direction. But I think this is also a kind of love.

I remember one time, I did badly in the math exam, and I only got 82 points. When I got the test paper, I stared at the ceiling, not knowing whether my mother severely criticized me or seriously encouraged me.

"Han Zihao!" The teacher yelled at me, "How many times have I told you? ! "I suddenly woke up. Seeing the angry teacher looking around again, my classmates looked at me in surprise, and I bowed my head in shame.

When I got home, I waited for my mother in fear and trembling. Mom finally came home. She saw me standing there moping and asked strangely, "What's the matter with you? Is there anything wrong? " "What about the test paper ... was handed out." "How many points?" Mom said. "8 ...82 points. "The voice is so low that I can't even hear myself. "How did you do in the exam? What is the highest score in the college entrance examination in your class? " Mom said angrily. "100 points." "Look at others, look at you, the same grade, the same class, the same teacher. Why did you do so badly and others did so well? " Mom said angrily. I stood in the living room in silence with my head down. I don't understand: mom, I hate you. My classmate did badly in the exam. His mother not only didn't criticize him, but also encouraged him not to lose heart, and you kept scolding me. "You wrote the wrong question ten times!" Mother ordered.

Since my mother began to criticize me and supervise my study, my grades have gradually improved, and I got 99 points once!

At this time, I finally understand that this is also a kind of love.

This is also a kind of love. Love is selfless. Love is warm; Sometimes love is cruel.

I remember there was an exam in the third grade. I got 100. I was very excited when I looked at my test paper. I want to go home from school and tell my parents that they will definitely reward me.

Finally, after school, my father took me home. I excitedly put the paper in front of my mother who was mopping the floor. My mother said happily, "Well, yes, come next time." As soon as I heard this, I was unhappy: "Mom, don't I have a reward?" Mom said, "Yes! Come on next time! " I was angry and said unhappily, "If I had known, I wouldn't have given you a hundred." Mother suddenly changed her face: "Say it again! Is the exam a test for me? " After that, my mother slapped me in the face and said, "Don't say that again! Go and wash and sleep. " I feel very wronged in my heart. I really wanted to say a few words at that time, but I was afraid that my mother would slap me again. My heart is full of grievances, but I can't help it.

Lying in bed, I can't sleep for a long time. At this moment, my mother pushed open the door and came over to me and said, "You should remember that learning is for yourself, not for us, nor for the teacher." Learning is for your happy life and bright future when you grow up. " Then I closed the door and left.

I never said that again, because my mother's education that night also made me understand the true meaning of learning.

Strict love is also warm love, and strict love is greater. At this time, I also understood that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love.