Sharing is a realm and also a kind of wisdom. Sharing is a rainbow built with love, colorful, fresh and elegant, adding a touch of bright color to growth.
I often open the floodgate of memory to find the past in my life. I still remember that it was a very cold day, and the biting wind roared unscrupulously, scraping people's faces like needles. At six o'clock in the morning, there was a long queue in the hospital cafeteria. I was sleepy and out of tune with the surrounding noise, so I had to walk slowly and helplessly at the last position of the rice queue. I looked around and a little boy came into my sight. He has a pair of beautiful eyes, but I see anxiety and anxiety in his eyes. I looked down, quietly thinking about what to eat this morning, and accidentally caught a glimpse of my shoelaces. I secretly thought that no one would jump the queue, so I slowly squatted down to tie my shoelaces. Unexpectedly, to my surprise, the boy was nervously inserted in front of me, and I saw a little more dissatisfaction in his expression.
Time passed by, with people coming and going, and finally came to my side. At this time, the canteen was very quiet, and a shout broke the silence: "There are only three pork and green onion buns left." I watched the steamed stuffed bun steaming, fragrant and attractive. Without thinking, I went forward and said I want all three steamed buns. The boy paused slightly. I turned to him and said, "Don't forget that you cut in line in front of me. This should be mine." There was sadness in the boy's eyes, and I frowned, at a loss, and looked contemptuously around me.
My heart is so tangled that if I give it to him, my mother won't have breakfast. Looking at his thin body, I changed my mind, walked slowly to him and said guiltily, "I'll give you two steamed buns, okay?" My brother doesn't like onions. "It turned out that his sad eyes slowly bent into a crescent. He showed his white teeth and smiled. His smile melted my heart like a flame, and my mouth rose slightly. Yes! Just as the ancients said: "Give a rose, and your hand has a lingering fragrance. "I experienced the joy of sharing, which will be an unforgettable memory during my growth, and it will also add a touch of bright color to my growth. I walked back to the inpatient department with a fragrant steamed stuffed bun in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. It turned out that he and his grandmother lived next door to us, and his grandmother fell down and took care of her very sensibly. Later, I told my mother what happened and my mother praised me.
Time flies, flowing like still water; Years, keep singing. On the road of growth, there are all kinds of sharing, so that our youth is no longer lonely. Sharing is accompanied by growth. Sharing is a kind of love and dedication, which adds a touch of bright color to my growth.
Sharing the beauty of life is the process of experience.
Life is ordinary, because I didn't give it to everyone. However, will the owner think this is a gift from heaven? Nature has created an eternal existence-life, which makes everything endless. Moreover, nature is fair. He won't let anyone who wants to get this gift once and for all get it for nothing. The life he gave needs experience.
On a crisp summer morning in autumn, I walked leisurely on the village road, and there was a gentle cicada singing in my ear. I looked up at this dense forest and suddenly found a cicada lying on the tree, singing on the straight trunk. I can't help getting closer. I can clearly see that there is a new shell under its old shell, which is the form of his life transformation. Gradually, its cry became louder and louder, more and more alike and brighter, and the whole quiet path was caged with the breath of life by the cicada's cry. I approached it slowly, and I clearly saw a thin crack in the old shell on the cicada's back. As time went on, it became wider and wider, 1mm, 2mm, 5mm ... Suddenly, the cicada stopped singing and the path fell silent. Breeze blowing gently, accompanied by long-lost coolness, cicadas squirmed around, trying to get rid of their old shells. However, the crack is still too small for cicadas to do. I wanted to give it a difficult and unavoidable test, but when my fingertips touched my tired body, I quickly shrank back. Can't! I can't share the task that it should have done by itself. This is his life experience. There is no way to cheat in this exam! So, for a long time, cicada stood quietly in the tree. I think it gave up, gave up the answer sheet, gave up the new life, and gave up the beauty after the transformation. However, just when this idea germinated in my heart, Cicada's renewed efforts completely denied my idea. I saw it flapping its wings again and making a sound. The sound was louder than the previous ones, as if all the small puddles on the ground were rippled.
I think he is shaking all over, and he is red with hard work. At this time, my heart and my whole body suddenly felt a warm current. Come on! I shouted excitedly, waving my hands involuntarily. It twitched all over, revealing the new shell on its back, and then there was silence ... A few minutes later, a slight "snapping" sound woke me up in shock. It worked! It worked! He finally handed in a satisfactory answer to the God of Life.
I took this moment with my camera, and I shared it with my collar. Share this moment.
Cicada bathed in sunshine and entered another beautiful cycle. I am very excited to share the beautiful and moving moments.
Sharing is also happiness.
Nowadays, the Internet has entered our life and changed our world, but without the sharing of its creator Bonas Lee, perhaps only a few people can access and use the Internet now, and the development of the Internet is far from so rapid. Li did not choose to monopolize the patent right. But selflessly shared the internet, created the present reputation, and brought happiness to myself and countless people.
A state in the United States is rich in pumpkins, and pumpkin competitions are often held to select the best varieties for promotion and planting. A young farmer is knowledgeable and has won the championship of this contest all the year round. Whenever people ask him, "What is the secret of the excellent varieties of pumpkin being preserved so well?" He just smiled mysteriously: "Share." It was he who shared excellent seeds with his neighbors and prevented insects from spreading inferior varieties of pollen into his pumpkin. He not only led his neighbors to get rich together, but also avoided the decline of his own variety and brought happiness to himself and everyone.
Isn't that what life is all about? When you share your thoughts, you will become more perfect after others' thinking; When you share your thoughts, you will become more perfect after being polished by others; When you remember your words in your heart, you will only be blurred by the passage of time, and if everyone remembers this sentence, you will be immortal with it. There is no shortage of happiness in this world, but sharing. "Sharing is the fruit of dedication, and sharing is the premise of happiness." The gap between the thinking of ten people and one person's wishful thinking is the gap between sharing and monopolization; The gap between a 10,000-person riding array and a 100-person squad is the gap between sharing and monopolization; The gap between a hundred horns and a single horn is the gap between sharing and monopoly. Sharing is like giving a difficult problem to ten people to explore. Many different ways of thinking are closely related. Can the answer be far behind? Sharing is like there are many roads leading to the destination. All roads lead to Rome. Can convenience be far behind?
Share your thoughts more, and you will get different opinions, which will eventually converge into a piece of advice; Share your thoughts more, and you will get different pieces of thinking and finally put them together into a treasure map. Sharing is not stupid, but great wisdom; Sharing is not hypocrisy, but true selflessness. Sharing is a kind of balance, how much you give others, how much others will repay you. Sharing is a win-win situation. When you have an idea, others have an idea, and exchange ideas with each other, you will all have two different ideas. "Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road." I would also like to add, "There are countless readers." In the process of growing up, share with different people and learn from others' experiences and lessons, and you will eventually become a wise man who has read countless people. Sharing is a kind of growth, wisdom and soul growth, friendship and reputation growth.
Sharing is also happiness, a win-win situation and great wisdom.
In spring, the mist is hazy.
My heart is also like this-the holiday is not over yet, and my mother's nagging is endless. I just feel that my study and life are shrouded in a layer of gray. Don't know where the future is. What I often do is put my hands in my trouser pockets and look confused.
Uncle appeared in front of me again. However, he didn't talk to me today. He invited me out for a walk. I looked at him with a mysterious smile and felt a little interest in my heart. Let's leave now.
My uncle had nothing to say all the way, so he drove around in a minivan and came to the suburbs. An open field is getting greener and greener, and they surround me happily.
When I was looking at heaven and earth, my uncle quietly moved a box from the car-it turned out to be two pigeons.
This is not a foreign white dove in the square, but a China pigeon written by cultural relic expert Wang.
My uncle told me that their names are: China Blue.
Pigeons have dark and clear pupils and blue feathers. They jumped into the box and came out. They were surrounded by their uncle's feet, so close that they were naughty.
My uncle handed me a whistle to blow and said that he decided to share the fun with me.
I was puzzled and said nothing.
"Look, they want to fly!" My uncle urged me. I looked at the blue pigeons, and the sun shone on them, looking eager to fly. The fluttering wings and eager eyes really moved me.
The whistle sounded, and with the sweet whistle, the blue dove took off.
I looked, two pigeons, running to the sky, dancing their bodies, competing for height with the sky, at the end of the line of sight, a small note.
I have a great sense of happiness both physically and mentally.
I can't help looking at the blue sky, and then at the blue sky.
Uncle asked, "Isn't it cute? Although chubby at rest, in fact, as long as you move, especially when you fly, you are light! They are eager to fly! "
My heart moved: Are they eager to fly? Yes, they are eager to fly!
Standing in the sun, my eyes are fixed as a kind of follow-up, and my heart moves with the pigeons. They write their dreams in the sky, and their dream is to fly. They are excited and fly, singing all the way, not confused, not hesitant. My heart has also become higher.
I remember, when I was growing up, shouldn't there be an unknown beautiful sky waiting for me to fly and discover? I want to overcome my inner cowardice and find the direction to fly.
I fantasize about myself, shake off my fatigue in the wind, summon up the courage to grow up, spread my wings and fly, and release the unbearable weight in my life.
The wind sings softly and birds fly.
I am no longer confused, and my clear eyes are full of gratitude to my uncle. When we looked at each other, we all laughed.
Uncle, thank you for sharing this time, so that my life is no longer gloomy and adds a touch of bright color to my growth.
We watched pigeons flying in the blue sky, in spring, in the suburbs, in the season when I was growing up. Since then, every time I think about it, I miss it all the time. This man and this pigeon have taste, enjoyment and epiphany. Share the pigeon's interest in flying, feel the happiness of life and add the bright color of growth.
My sister comes home to see me every New Year. Although my own sister can step into the road of earning money by working at the age of fifteen, she is full of extremely harmonious and pure brilliance in my heart. I don't know why my mother hates her, but there is no doubt that she has taught me a lot about life. I think if I know tolerance, tolerance and sharing, it's all because of her!
I have lived with my cousins since I was a child. Because I am the youngest, they all let me go. Of course, because I take it for granted, I am arrogant and unreasonable. But every time I see her, I'm still a little scared. I think she should be the only one who can suppress me. Every time she comes home, she will help me talk a lot, and she will teach me to sing some unfashionable but beautiful songs with her tone-deaf voice, but what I can't forget is the word "sharing" that she helped me say that day.
That is, when my sister just came home, I took her rough hand into my arms and listened to her help me tell stories. The content of the short story has long been forgotten, but I still remember that we chatted casually. Finally, he didn't know what was wrong and said to me meaningfully: Can you understand and share it? I gave him a blind look and asked: What is sharing? My sister said with a smile: don't eat alone! I vaguely said that I never eat "poisonous" food, and he nodded. But what I didn't know at that time was that this poisonous food was not unique. I am thinking in a self-righteous way: only stupid children will eat harmful things! !
It's been two years, and my parents have come back, because I can only say goodbye to my brother and sister, but before my sister got married, I would still reunite with my brother and sister every year, but I have long been so rude. I really understand the practical significance of sharing and really learn to share. ...
Bacon once said: "If you tell a friend happiness, you will get two happiness. And if you pour out your sorrow to a friend, you will be divided in half. " "We share weal and woe." This is a state of mind, a care, a spirit and a responsibility.
Kong Rong, a biographer, knew how to respect his elders from an early age. He gave others not only big pears, but also the most precious respect and love between people. And Kong Rong left himself not only a small pear, but also the virtue of humility that is hard to buy. "Because of sharing, life is sweeter and warmer." Perhaps this is the profound moral of the classic story of Kong Rong Jean Pear.
"Wholeheartedly for yourself, little happiness. Helpful and helpful. " My mother used to teach me that when I was a child. Although I was young at that time and didn't understand my mother's conscience, I did it because I was obedient.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, every time the teacher arranged for us to bring learning tools, after dinner, I always rummaged around and prepared a lot of big bags and small bags, except for my own, the rest were for my partners. Every time the teacher praises you, your friends thank you, and your parents silently support you. Over time, it has become a habit to bring more school tools, with every day of study and life.
"Because of sharing, I am happy with my happiness, and I am happy with my happiness." There is an intriguing saying: "Giving charcoal in the snow is a friend, sharing weal and woe is a sister, sharing weal and woe is a brother, and empathy is a bosom friend." Sharing brings each other's hearts closer, whether they are old friends or new lovers. Sharing broadens the narrow mind, makes impetuous feelings pure and peaceful, and makes the noisy world quiet and profound.
The road of life is very long. It is a comfort to be accompanied by someone, a strength to be encouraged by someone, an incentive to be trusted by someone, and a happiness to be supported by someone. And with sharing as a partner, happiness will definitely upgrade and life will be full of warmth and excitement.
Sharing is a etiquette that one must learn. However, when I saw the real sharing, I really understood the meaning of this word.
One day, the sky was overcast, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. Many people become "soaked" because they are not "prepared".
At this time, my grandmother and I went shopping in the supermarket. Because the supermarket is far away, we choose to go by bus.
On the way, our car ran a red light. I was complaining why the red light didn't turn green, when suddenly I saw a young man waiting for the bus. She has a book on her head in case she gets wet and gets sick. Because she is waiting for a bus with fewer flights, and because it is a welcome station, there is no canopy. Next to her, there is an old lady who looks over sixty years old. She is holding an umbrella and should be waiting for the bus.
Suddenly, I found the old woman looking at the young man and walking slowly towards the young man. When the young man saw it, he suspected that the bus was coming. He stretched out his head, stood on tiptoe and opened his eyes wide, trying to find the bus in the distance. She didn't notice that there was a caring umbrella overhead, which helped her stop the raindrops as big as beads ... A bus came, and this is the car she was waiting for. The young man didn't seem to pay attention to grandma, who didn't say a word. ...
The car started, I saw it, ah! The red light turned green, the car slowly turned the corner, and their car gradually disappeared.
I don't know. What is their relationship? I don't know who they are, and I don't know if young people have noticed that grandma helped her keep out the rain, but I know what sharing is. What is true sharing?
Sharing is not a "thank you" to others, nor an impossible task, but a kind of happiness and happiness.
Share happiness, sadness, joy, loneliness ... share feelings! As long as you learn to share with others, you will gain more.
Since childhood, I like to think quietly, be in a daze, laugh, cry or talk to the sky. I think this kind of life is a kind of enjoyment. Many friends often play together. Although they feel very happy, they are still not happy when they are alone. This has formed the habit that I will not easily share my feelings with others. This habit has been maintained until primary school graduation.
When I graduated from primary school, many friends gathered at our alma mater, where we were about to leave, talking and laughing, but tears were shining in our eyes-five years later, how can we get along without feelings?
When I was about to leave, my friend pulled me aside and said to me, "If you have something to say in the future, we will solve it together!" " If you are in a bad mood or in a good mood, you must say it. We all like you very much! "
I was taken aback. It was the first time someone said that and hugged her tightly. I just think there is a strange liquid in the corner of my eye.
Later, I entered junior high school, and my personality was much more cheerful. I still like to be alone. Happy when you are with friends, happy when you are alone! Just changed a little, learned to share my feelings!
I quarreled with my parents at home and got angry with them for the first time. I ran out crying and let my tears flow hard. I wish I was crying!
I went to my friend's house and told her everything in tears. She comforted me, taught me what to do and cried with me. After crying for a while, we all laughed.
When I am happy, I will share my happiness with my friends; When I am sad, I will tell my friends my sadness; When I am unhappy, I will solve problems with my friends ... I get more happiness.
Believe me, as long as you try to share your feelings, you will get more friendship and happiness!
Sharing is a shackle for selfish people; For charitable people, this is a bridge to happiness.
But not everyone understands this truth. Although I was once ignorant, after an incident, I had a new view on sharing.
I remember when the final exam was coming in the fifth grade, the teacher gave everyone in our class a review book and told us to keep it safe. Because it was a limited edition, everyone only had one. But I accidentally lost it. I am very anxious. Just when I panicked, I remembered talking to my good friend. So I picked up the receiver. While dialing the number, I was still secretly calming my panic. "hello?" A friend's familiar voice came from the microphone. I felt very safe and warm, so I began to tell her my unfortunate experience.
After listening to it, she was very casual? Perfectly comforted me, and then hung up the phone. I stood beside the receiver in despair. I can't say what it feels like, but I feel a sharp pain in my heart, as if there is a needle against my chest. Just when I was at a loss, a shrill doorbell pierced the silent night sky. I muttered discontentedly, "Who can it be so late?"
When I opened the door and saw the box in front of me, I felt a sense of joy. It's her! She got my book review back! I held the pamphlet carefully, and I gave the most beautiful smile, but my tears flowed down unwillingly, because I knew my good friend must have hung up in a hurry to help me find the self-criticism book, but I misunderstood her ... The tears washed away the misunderstanding and opened the flower of friendship through sharing.
It turns out that sharing is so great that truth is so great; Let friendship not be illusory; Make everything so real. So let's learn to share and learn to find a shortcut to happiness from sharing.
Share topic composition 10 Even if you enjoy food alone, it's boring; Once successful, no one knows, no one pays attention, and it is eclipsed. Sharing together will make the sweetness sweeter, the fragrance sweeter and the happiness happier.
In spring, the green grass shares a drop of rain; In summer, colorful flowers share a ray of sunshine; In winter, hardworking and brave ants share a clear spring. Sharing is a kind of fraternity, because sharing will make you feel happy.
Because sharing flowers is particularly charming, because sharing vegetation is particularly green, because sharing animals is particularly cheerful, and because sharing makes us feel happy. When we share the same book, the same story and the same happiness with others, we will also be infected. When we learn to share, we will find that happiness can be so simple. There is no lack of happiness in life, just a lack of eyes to find happiness.
Sharing is the purest wine in life, but it is more intoxicating than the strongest wine, because with it, life is more intoxicating.
Share, light up you and me, light up life.