Mom seems to have been used to looking for it all her life. Especially when I get older, my memory declines, and I forget more and more things, and I look for more and more things. Keys, reading glasses, thimbles, etc. They were all left at random, but later I forgot and searched repeatedly, which became my mother's endless homework every day.
When we were young, my mother always asked us to go home for dinner after dinner, because the voice was not loud enough, unlike the voice of our neighbor Aunt Zhang, which resounded through the sky like Hong Zhong, or the voice of our neighbor Aunt Li, which rhymed for three days. As far as I'm concerned, my mother seldom speaks loudly, so she doesn't shout, just looks for it. She can roughly know where we are playing, so she can find us smoothly every time.
But there are exceptions, because I am stubborn, and sometimes I will deliberately play hide-and-seek with my mother so that she can't find me. She wants to shout at me until my eardrums can't stand it, and then I run out and jump into her arms. She scolded me a few times and slapped me a few times. It didn't hurt at all, but it itched. However, I still saw the sweat on my mother's forehead and felt her anxiety, so I never deliberately concealed it from now on.
After school, if it rains, I always don't hide and get wet on purpose. When I get to the door, if the rain subsides, I will stay in the rain for a while, just for my mother to come out and find me with an umbrella. When I got home, I was distressed to help me change clothes, wipe my hair, and hold me in my arms to drive away the cold. Then she ran out without thinking, soaked to the skin, and said to me, "Stay at home. I'll find your sister. She didn't bring an umbrella! " "
After finding my sister, I got my brother. Mom keeps thinking and searching over and over again, just because we are her own flesh and blood!
Mom broke her heart for us.
Once I was going on a business trip, my mother thought it was a big deal. Soon she exclaimed "Yes", and then she ran to a nearby store and bought something and stuffed it into my bag. After a while, I ran out again until the bag was full, but I still felt like I was missing something. The bus was about to leave, and she exclaimed "Yes" again. I said, "Mom, that's enough. Nothing is lacking. The bag is going to burst. " She still trotted away and will be back soon. She really bought me a watch with a compass. She said I was always lost. It is always useful to wear this watch.
Mom counted the time. I just got off there when the phone rang. Ask me if my journey was smooth, ask me if I got lost, ask me if the compass is useful ... it makes me laugh and cry.
I know that with a mother and a heart, I will never get lost. Even if I am really lost, my mother will take me back to the ends of the earth!
Since childhood, my mother has been looking for us, but one day, my mother suddenly disappeared and we went to find her. My mother suffers from intermittent amnesia, and suddenly she can't remember anything for some time. This really worried us. We couldn't find it all over the street, so we had to go to the police station for help. When I arrived at the police station, I happened to see my mother sitting in a chair and looking out anxiously. It turned out that I met a kind-hearted person and couldn't find my mother's address, so I had to send it to the police station.
We can't help blaming our mother, knowing that we have intermittent amnesia and have to go alone. A mother who restores her memory is like a child who has made a mistake. She kept rubbing her hands and murmured, "I just want to buy some buckwheat, knowing that you will come back today." I want to make buckwheat steamed dumplings for you. "
We were speechless for a while, and my mother missed us all the time!
I went back to my mother at the weekend and got up in the morning. My socks used to fly alone again. I often shout, "Mom, bring my socks." After shouting, it suddenly occurred to me that my mother's eyes could not see anything. I hurried out of the bedroom, only to find my mother kneeling on the floor of the living room, groping for my naughty socks with both hands.
Every time I leave, my mother will see me off at the door until I can't see the corner. Every time, I don't look back or wave to her. I know my mother will feel more sad. Every time I leave, my mother's heart will flash by. Mother is not lightning, lightning will not bend, will not get old, will not wither and will not rust, but mother will get old when it flashes.
Now, my mother's eyes can't see anything, but every time I leave, my mother still insists on watching me go at the door. She just grabbed the door frame and found my way out, as if she could see me. In fact, all she found was a smaller and smaller shadow.
This time, I kept looking back. I waved to her and was surprised to find that my mother waved to me at the same time, as if I felt it with my son!
There is love, the horizon is not far, there is love, and winter is still warm. Searching is just a small annotation of maternal love, a spray in the mother's vast love, and a wisp of roots in the mother's intertwined love. But it was this little note that solved the eternal mystery of love; It is this spray that reveals the warm heart of the sea; It is this wisp of root that has entangled our life and made our hearts grow old roots inch by inch.
2. Come and help write an imitation composition. "When the rescuers found her, she was crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture: kneeling on her knees, her whole upper body crawling forward, and her hands supporting her body on the ground, which looks a bit strange because she is deformed by the pressure. Rescuers carefully cleaned up the ruins in front of her and touched the child under her. The child was wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers. It is only three or four months old and unscathed. The chubby little face fell asleep, and compared with the way his mother sacrificed for him, everyone present was moved and sad. The accompanying doctor untied the quilt and found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The screen says, "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you".
This scene happened at the scene of the Wenchuan earthquake, and the female anchor couldn't help but shed tears when she broadcast the news. This story became a realistic description of maternal love in the earthquake. In fact, in this disaster, how many parents, with their own bodies to withstand the collapse of the heavy wall, abruptly propped up the living space for the children in their arms; How many parents, stepping on rubble and gravel, trekked thousands of miles just to find lost children; How many parents are still wandering in the ruins of aftershocks, constantly calling the names of missing children ... At this time, I can't imagine where the courage of parents to exchange their lives for their children's survival comes from when disasters come? It's love, it's amazing love that can't be returned.
Motherly love whose blood is thicker than water is touching. However, many mothers are concerned about the children they have never met in the disaster area. This kind of maternal love across regions and veins is equally touching.
There are a group of mothers who are not the real mothers of the children affected by the earthquake, but they will cry and pick up the children dragged out of the ruins, carefully clean the mud on their faces and wrap their bleeding wounds with tears. Just like the policewoman who neglected to breastfeed her children and resolutely gave precious milk to orphans in the disaster area; Volunteers who hold the orphan's little hand tightly in the nightmare and gently call "Mom is coming" ...
"I am your mother." After the earthquake, the idea of adopting orphans in the disaster area immediately set off on the Internet. My friend Miss Hu called the pinghu city Charity Federation with tears in her eyes: "I want to adopt earthquake orphans." Regrettably, the Municipal Charity Federation has no relevant functions, and the staff can do nothing about it. There are many "loving mothers" who have this idea, but due to the restrictions on the adoption and adoption requirements of earthquake orphans, they cannot meet their requirements. Teacher Hu didn't give up. She said: "If possible, I will give them maternal love, not their mother." Her heart will surely care for these helpless children all her life.
The love of the dead, the love of the living, the love of the mother, love allows us to face setbacks bravely, and love allows us to overcome difficulties and hardships. Looking at the disaster-stricken land in the distance, silently send blessings.
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3. Looking for love: 1. Structurally, the first question leads to the following stepfather's memory; The end echoes the beginning and points out the main idea. In content, we emphasize the position of stepfather in our minds and express our love and nostalgia for stepfather.
2.① "softness and weakness" describes the stepfather's satisfaction and happiness when he looks at "me". (2) "wipe your eyes" wrote the mother moved, grateful and guilty.
3. "Stepfather" just shows his identity. If it refers to "stepfather", there is a sense of distance, so use "he" to refer to stepfather; Mentioning "Dad, you" can directly express your deep feelings for your stepfather.
From the time his stepfather went to set up a stall after work until his death, he would repair all kinds of electrical appliances and often help others. I can see that my stepfather is a hardworking, capable and enthusiastic person. In order to save money to support his family, my stepfather gave me candy all year round, gave him food clips from our mother, did not smoke or drink, and wore old clothes. It can be seen that my stepfather is a caring and responsible person for his family. From the fact that stepfather can not only tolerate the gossip in the neighborhood and the faces of grandparents, but also persuade his mother not to care, we can see that stepfather is a tolerant and kind person.
4. The chain of love has been rewritten into a composition in our school family? With a special group of children? They lack the care of their parents? They are withdrawn, eccentric and rebellious-they are left-behind children.
Most left-behind children live with their grandparents. From the usual home visits? We know that most children are arrogant? Do whatever you want.
Grandparents are completely out of control? Especially in study? It has nothing to do with them. It is not enough to rely on parents' advice.
They lost family counseling? Especially counseling? Causing such students to have serious psychological obstacles? Lost confidence and enthusiasm for life? Even full of hatred for society? Are you very tired of learning? Muddle along? Wandering around all day, infected with bad atmosphere? It has brought certain influence and harm to society. So what? Pay attention to left-behind children? Care about their mental health? Becoming a teacher and society is an unshirkable responsibility.
In our education and teaching? I started by cultivating self-reliance and self-confidence? Learn to care and be grateful for guidance? Have some results? Now I am writing to share with you. First, the fragile mind? Need to take good care of children who lack parental care? Their hearts are too fragile? They always express their ideas in different forms.
Remember in a classroom teaching? I asked the children to write poems? Write your dream? Among them? A left-behind child in class? You wrote such a poem? I think? I want to tie my eyes around Feng's neck? Let him blow it to where dad works? See their strange faces? Blow and blow? Let him finish reading this poem, and my heart will float away? The air in the whole class has solidified? Every child is silent? Some of them turned around quietly? Some secretly wipe tears from the corners of their eyes? There was also a moment when you longed to wear it and wanted to cry without tears? I'm thinking about my children? With our endless love? But they did it again? Still teaching in class? The first volume of the fifth grade textbook has a set of texts with the theme of love? It is about the depth of fatherly love and the greatness of maternal love. I asked the students? Have you ever had fatherly love and maternal love? I was surprised and shocked by the answers of left-behind children.
They said? "teacher? I was only born a month ago? My parents left me at home. " "teacher? I'm only two years old? There will be no parents to care about us. " When you see a child with tears in his eyes? My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. A small problem touched their young hearts again.
So how much do they miss their parents? Can't feel how pitiful the children that parents love? In the depths of their young hearts, they planted seeds of resentment against their parents? Causing them to be rude to people? Weird personality? Be hostile to the people around you. I deeply remember that day? I made the children write a lot of words in their hearts? Talk about their thoughts and thoughts about their loved ones? then what In my mother's name again? I wrote a letter to each of them? I told them? "In fact, mom and dad also believe in you? Just because of the needs of life? Had to leave home? Every night in a foreign land? We think about you all the time.
Don't believe it? Look at the round moon? Isn't it our deep affection for you? "Many children read and read. Can't help but jump into my arms. What about the future? I'm trying to be with them, okay? Understand their life and study? Take the initiative to help them solve their difficulties? Become bosom friends with them? Open their closed hearts.
This is a group of disadvantaged groups in education? We as teachers? You should pay more attention to them? Into their hearts? Really open their hearts. Want to know their specific situation? Communicate with them often? Find something they like? Try to make them happy.
When they encounter difficulties in life or study? Take the initiative to bear with them? Close the distance between teachers and students? Let them regard you as a bosom friend. Hold regular meetings? Know their recent situation? Regular home visits? Understand their life and study at home? Find problems and deal with them in time.
You can still open a home phone? Let them communicate with their parents more? Get your estranged family back? Take back the lost love from the strange edge. Second, learn to be grateful? Light the flame of hope. I felt it in education? It is easy for students to get high marks. But how hard is it to get them out of their psychological shadows? Although every child's mind is pure and healthy? Just because of different family conditions? Each of them shows different "quirks".
We as teachers? How can you have the heart to let them "mix" like this? We should use true feelings and care? Light the only flame left in their hearts? Arouse their * * * about life? Let their lives be full of sunshine? Full of happiness? Get lovelorn from school education? Because they are innocent? But also because we are engineers of the human soul. Management of left-behind children? Out of caution? Do you still need to correctly guide them to develop in an all-round way? Learn to stand on your own two feet? Learn to be grateful.
In the usual communication with children? Judging from the child's reaction? Many children can't remember their parents' faces? They don't want to call their parents either? They are embarrassed by the word mom and dad. When parents come home to visit them. Will find a corner to hide, don't want to see them.
From these words and deeds of the children? It can be seen that these lost family ties are hard to make up. As a teacher? In the usual class? It is necessary to guide children to correctly understand their parents' pains.
Remember when I taught the texts Wonderful and Terrible? I will guide my children to treat their parents correctly. This article is about a poem that Buddy wrote when he was a child? Get two different evaluations from parents? When I was a kid, my buddy didn't understand? When you grow up. Understand what parents did at that time? Later, in these two comments? Become a writer.
In teaching? I'll guide them to comment on what buddy's parents did at that time, okay? Do you understand the relationship between Buddy becoming a writer when he grows up and his parents' evaluation at that time? I realized that what Buddy's parents did at that time was a sign of loving their children. And then what? Lead children out of the text and contact their actual situation? Understand the parents in life.
I told the kids? Understand parents? Learn to be grateful. On holidays and parents' birthdays? Call or send a message to bless them and greet them.
Let relatives far away from home feel that it is worthwhile to work hard and tired for their children. Teach students to be strong when they encounter difficulties in life? Don't be intimidated by difficulties.
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5. Love is giving, love is giving and love is giving. ...
Love is as ubiquitous as air, shines on the earth like sunshine, moistens everything like spring rain ... bit by bit, it constitutes our life. Life is full of rain and dew of love, because love makes us happy, because love makes us happy.
On a hot summer day, in an ordinary room, a mother is fanning her sleeping daughter, and her daughter feels very cool. But mother's forehead was covered with glittering and translucent sweat. Ah, this is the warmth like the sun and the gentle love like the moon!
On a busy road, a blind man who was about to cross the road kept exploring his stick, and his feet struggled with it. Just then, an enthusiastic pedestrian helped him cross the road safely. The blind man was very grateful, but the pedestrian just smiled and said, "This is what I should do!" " "ah! This is like a bright lamp, illuminating the darkness and the lonely life of the blind. This is the light of love!
On a charming night, the stars blink their big bright eyes. There is a faint light in the room. In the light, a teacher is carefully correcting homework. Ah! This is the silkworm-like love that teachers place on their students!
In that war-torn era, for the victory of the revolution and the safety of others. Some revolutionary fighters, such as Dong Cunrui and Huang Jiguang, gave their precious lives. They know that people only have one life and will never come again. But in the face of "death", they will never bow their heads and will never spare their lives. Ah! This is a noble love for the motherland!
The eternity of the universe needs love, the peace of the world needs love, the growth of all things needs love, and human life needs love. "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ..."
6. Imitate the composition of the love chain, but instead of continuing to write about loss, I am full of hope for my future ... The next morning: "Dear wife, Joy woke up like a chain. When she finished eating, she said, "Why are you unhappy? I didn't expect that the grandmother she helped actually helped her wife. Joy suddenly realized that she still had to rely on you to support her.
"Yes, he couldn't believe what he saw. After she finished eating, dear Joey, I helped her mend the tire. " Choose for yourself. They were filled with emotion and asked in surprise that they had just helped others.
So; Oh, these were left for us by an old lady! "Is she driving a purple car?" Joy to hear these words.
The sun has set! "Yes, I helped an old woman who was almost desperate:" Although I didn't help others, others would love you, but he didn't give up! " The wife showed Joy the note as she spoke. Joey.
With this question, she has already left. You are deceiving others. This is the eternal truth. How did you get so much money and get the love of others? "An old lady gave you a lot of help just now. After all, this is where his parents are buried. They have to support their families! " "No.
"An old woman, who is familiar with everything here, is so-called helpful because of her love for each other. Joy nodded. If I ask her for money when I repair her car: it's boring but it can be used as a version of my homework. What does it mean when she feels desperate? She has found a job. "
"That old woman must be the old woman I helped, because I have to go to work! -Although my ankles and hands are bruised.
Well, it's so early now: "Yesterday really made me happy. You must have done a good job today. " She was moved by love.
They always talk for a while in the morning, and the wife tells stories from beginning to end. ""honey, warm, she left a paper bag on the table, and.
At this time, it is already empty-his wife has started a new day's work: "I can help you find a position suitable for you in my child's company. I saw her with some money and a piece of paper? " The wife calmly replied: "It seems that love is mutual; Joey made a big mistake. However, you will feel that your heart is full of sunshine, tell her that there is a small restaurant in front of you to eat, and you have also received help from others. Their faces are filled with happy smiles! " Joey's wife almost jumped for joy.
By the way. "At this time, he hasn't found a job yet?" "Well, full of sunshine."
"Where there is love, there will be miracles. I'm going to see my next prey. An old woman came to our shop. Her wife opened the door very late before, and now she is willing to give us money. It says. The house is brand-new inside and outside, and it will suspect that I may even call the police:' If you meet someone who needs help, please give her some help. After making so much money, you can do it in the future. I hope you can have a good job.
This is almost exactly the same as the time after Joy met the old woman: "But. There are so many good people in this world. How did you make so much money today? Someone helped me. "
"No, I'm very touched. When I wasn't looking, I put a pile of money on the dining table. He froze: "We helped others. The money just now is my salary. Joy is full of joy. I feel sorry for you and the baby in your belly. There is still a lot of snow in her hair. It took a long time. Joy said there was some money in it, and his wife said he vaguely felt that this home was full of warmth? " "yes! This is the continuation of love! " The wife didn't answer.
My work today is as usual. There is no reason not to pay you more. How did you know? Thought of here.
I suddenly found that there are many good people in this world, which made me feel the warmth of love. In fact, the old woman was stabbed by a nail trap I arranged on the road just now. He was born here. Although we are not rich, what do you think? He didn't expect that what he said would move the old woman. When I asked her for money, I had new expectations for life: "You helped me when I was in trouble?" "Dear, let's love more, at this time?" "yes."
Joy's wife replied and told her to help people in need. In this small town! "But dear," said the old woman.
At this time. ""Oh, I was given more money, but I got help from others. When he met an old woman who had helped him, he asked, but his eyes were wet. He wanted to realize his dream:' When I was in trouble, don't hurt yourself like this. I forgot the pain and everything will be fine.' Lin Rui nodded and said, wait till she finished eating! ""well.
Joey knows that his wife must be very sad because she is in such a hurry to find a job. The car drove into the city. I just taught others how to love. He began to look for a job. It is too difficult to find a job. He said that there would be business, and now he has the help of others. He hugged his wife and said, how many versions can I give you? His wife told Joey what happened last night. Others helped us, but I didn't become a pillar man? Just now, an old woman tied you and me tightly. The old woman just met Joey. I think it's because she stayed in the snow for a long time! " - .
She was cold and hungry just now. -."said his wife.
You love others! ""As long as everyone gives a little love, now I want to help you! " "Hehe?" "To tell you the truth." "Then let's continue our love.
Last night. The old woman saw him frown and said, "madam, I left a note. There was an old woman just now!" " ! It must be her. Ask his wife.
Now that I have no job, I find his wife has woken up. The way home.