1. In this world, who hasn't bathed their parents' love and experienced their parents' care? Still think of me all the time and care about my parents.
Strict father is the best description of my father. He is very strict with my study and life. He made me a timetable and urged me to finish my homework carefully. Besides, my father often lets me read some extra-curricular books to let me know about the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. Therefore, my playing time is greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me, "Is your father strict with you?" Naive, I nodded hard to show that "it is particularly powerful, not just ordinary!" "Now every time I come to the first and second place in my class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I really appreciate him!
My mother is a typical "loving mother". She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and came to see if my quilt cover was not covered in the middle of the night. ...
Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is everything all right to study?" The familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" came from the phone, and I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel it all the time.
When I grow up, my parents' love for me is more and more understandable. Of course, I will also give them my love. When I was a child, I kept thinking: What should I do? This is a question that I have racked my brains to think about! Now, as I get older, I understand how easy it is to give my love to them. As long as I understand the meaning of love, I can show the greatness of love in bits and pieces!
When I was a child, my father traveled a lot and had little time to go home, so he and I were strangers. Fortunately, my father was very humorous, and the generation gap between us was quickly eliminated. However, I don't know what this is about. Now when my father and I are alone, we can't find a common topic, which is very embarrassing. Just ask a few questions at most: Will you go to work tomorrow? What time shall I wake you up in the morning? Other than that, there is nothing. I often think: I am so sorry for my father. He has raised me for so many years, and I have nothing to say to him. In order to have a common topic with my father, I learned about my father from various channels. One day, I finally learned from my mother that my father was going to Inner Mongolia on business in a couple of days. So, I immediately checked the weather in Inner Mongolia on the Internet these days and knew that it was very cold there these days. It happened that my mother was not at home at noon. I said to my father, "Dad, it's very cold in Inner Mongolia these days. Remember to put on more clothes when you go, don't catch cold! " Dad didn't speak, just nodded assiduously. Suddenly, I saw something flash in my father's eyes. Later, I learned that it was a tear of surprise and emotion. Since then, I have never looked up to the weather as an ordinary topic, because I understand that it is not just an ordinary topic, and more importantly, there is my deep love for my father!
By contrast, my mother and I are very affectionate. My mother is a TV fan. Since we have a computer at home, my mother likes to watch it online. But the time spent watching TV online is very short, so I asked my classmates if their parents ordered it. After several days' work, I finally found a card that allows my mother to watch TV dramas for free. My mother goes to bed very late at night. Every winter, I often avoid her and put her pajamas on myself, so that my body temperature can be transmitted to my mother. Whenever my mother turns on the light because she can't find her pajamas, I wake up and walk over to hand her my pajamas, and she hugs me. Therefore, my mother often calls me "a fire in winter"! Although my love for my mother is very small, I know my mother will feel happy!
Love is not just a formal expression, but a natural expression from the bottom of my heart. We can't just ask our parents to love us, because we have grown up and our parents need our love. Don't think that adults don't need love In fact, they are sometimes more vulnerable than us in this respect. Students, give your ardent love to your parents without reservation. Our love is also great.
3. Mother's love
Love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me. However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital. It was dark on the road, and I was scared. I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back." When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw a doctor, who took my temperature. At first glance, the fever is 4 1 celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just said silently," Well ... "
But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English. When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "Mom said with tears in her eyes," Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you have to be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on! "
Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."
Great maternal love
As the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", and maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.
When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all. I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot. And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something. She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side." At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion. I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories.
I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights. I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.
My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason.
Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory. My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building. I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.
Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.
I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing. Because I'm afraid my broken pen can't write a third of the story between us. However, I always seem to be doing things against my will. ...
When I was a child, my father was as big as a mountain in my eyes. And I'm just a weed on the roadside. The towering mountain makes me have no courage to approach him at all, let alone to conquer it. I know nothing about this mountain. For me, it's too far away, and I can only secretly look up once in a while, for fear of meeting that kind of harsh eyes.
I never say hello to my father, and my father never asks me a question. What seems to exist between us is only my opinion of his interests. This relationship has not improved for a long time, but is getting worse and worse. After my father's strict education, the gap between us is getting deeper and deeper.
We even ignored each other, and we never wanted to improve this relationship. Despite my mother's repeated persuasion, I seem to have inherited him (I didn't call him dad for a long time then). ) Stubborn genes do not "retreat". As a result, this sad father-daughter relationship has been deadlocked for a long time.
Until one time—
It was Father's Day.
It turns out that I have never cared about it these days. Maybe I am too selfish! But I couldn't stand the encouragement of my deskmate, so I went to the gift shop and bought him a gift-a small key chain. When I got home, I just threw it on his desk and said, "Here you are, a Father's Day gift!" " My indifference didn't seem to affect his thinking, but he said, "Oh." Then he lowered his head to do his thing again.
At that time, I was very angry and vowed never to do this again. His dismissive attitude makes me even hate him a little.
However, that night, in the darkness, it seemed that a tall figure was tucking in the quilt for me, as if he had said, "Thank you." I wonder if it's my illusion. All I know is that the next morning a man hung a key chain on his key, which was completely out of the girl's mind. It looks very funny.
But I don't know why, I can't laugh.
A crisp key sound gradually left me, and his figure gradually faded away, but he was still so tall, just seemed to add some vicissitudes. ...
"Dad!" He was shocked.
"You ... be careful." I stammered out this sentence.
He nodded at me, still looking firm.
But for the first time, I read the kindness and joy in a man's persistence that can't be expressed in words, and his love for his daughter. Such a simple love, but I have always misunderstood him-my father. How stupid of me!
Since then, I have gradually tried to understand my father and feel the mountain in my heart. Maybe he is not as tall and dignified as he was when he was a child. Indeed, my father doesn't know when he has a few white hairs on his head.
I can finally understand this mountain. It stands so upright, just trying to hold up a sky for his wife and daughter; It is so high, just to let his family have a place to live; The reason why I am so firm is just for an unspeakable love.
And these are all misunderstood by me one by one, misunderstood the great fatherly love.
Father likes mountains. Sometimes we need to climb to the top of the mountain to see the scenery there. It will be more beautiful!
Dear Mom:
Hello! This is the first letter from your beloved son. Please don't be surprised. Although I don't know a few words, I can still read my son's blessing and his heart. I will fold it into a small white boat, bring my son's blessing to your dream and swing into your heart.
Mom, do you remember the story of roots and flowers? You may have forgotten, but your son still remembers. Let the son say it again! Roots grow in the ground, facing the black land all day, but they endure the bullying of frost and snow swords without complaint, and constantly draw water and nutrients from the land, in order to make Ye Er more lush, flowers more delicate and charming, and fruits more fruitful. One day, the flower said to the root of the tree, "Ugly thing, look at you, dirty, where there is no beauty like me." Say that finish, then twist the waist, appear very have poise. But the root of the tree said, "without me, there would be no you, and your beauty is only a moment." When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, fruit will take your place. You are only superficial. People admire you, but they prefer fruit ... "Mom, do you think it is beautiful? If the root is beautiful, aren't you as beautiful as the root?
Mom, remember? During the summer vacation, I lost confidence and fighting spirit because I failed in the exam. Do you remember how my son spent that dark July? You encouraged me and supported me through that black July. You told me that "the future" is illusory and "history" is an ancient monument. Only the present is the most real and can be changed at any time. Yes, it's just that now is the most real thing. You convinced me that as long as I work harder, I will regret less. You let me know that flowers that have experienced wind and rain are brighter, and rainbows that have experienced wind and rain are more beautiful. Mom, you let me know so much. You are a star in the deep blue sky, a compass in the lost direction … How can you say that you are not beautiful!
Mom, look, how beautiful the pearls shining on your forehead are! Look at the calluses on your palm. Don't they say everything? How can you keep it from your beloved son? Although you are ordinary, you have carved an indelible mark on your son's heart with ordinary. Isn't it said that ordinary is also a kind of beauty?
Mother, you let me know life, let me know life, know how to struggle, let me sail and pursue my ideals. Perseverance, diligence, ordinary, tolerance, kindness … can be found in you. Mom, aren't you beautiful?
Mom, tell your son to stop writing! Please don't be surprised that this paper boat dreams for no reason.
Understanding is a bridge for people to communicate their feelings. Everyone is eager to be understood, especially middle school students, a minor, really eager to be understood. Longing to be understood by parents, teachers, friends, etc. ...
I am eager to get my parents' understanding. Although my parents care about me and take care of me, they gradually don't understand me. I am asked to do this and that every day. On the contrary, sometimes this one doesn't work and that one doesn't. I am still a child, and children should have a golden childhood. I am like a caged bird, without freedom. The nagging voice echoed in my ears all day, studying, studying, and studying besides studying! You just want me to get good grades. You think you have everything if you get good grades, but you don't understand what I want in my heart. I can't relax or play at ordinary times. I am a man of my own mind, and I will arrange my time reasonably. But you kept me firmly in prison. As a middle school student, I have too much pressure every day, including academic pressure and entrance pressure, you know?
I am eager to get the teacher's understanding. Teachers are engineers of human souls and guides on our growth path. However, dear teachers, have you ever understood me when you taught me knowledge? You just concentrate on teaching, sometimes you ignore our feelings and don't understand our real thoughts. When we have a holiday, you will only give us a mountain of homework, thinking that only in this way can we have a full holiday. You are wrong! We are not learning machines, we need to be educated. Proper homework is good, but too much homework will only make students feel annoyed and even feel tired of learning, which is very bad! Guess what?
Dear parents and teachers, please understand us with a tolerant attitude! Give us a relaxed and happy study and living environment, and let us grow up healthily!
long live the understanding
Someone once said, "Because of understanding, the distance between water and shore has narrowed." In life, parents and children, colleagues and colleagues, colleagues and other related people need to understand whenever and wherever. Without understanding, people will become indifferent. There will be many unnecessary misunderstandings.
Understanding others is a virtue and a gentleman's tolerance. It is inevitable to meet all kinds of people in life. If we can always associate with others with a considerate attitude, we can resolve many unnecessary misunderstandings and contradictions and turn our enemies into friends. I will also have a very wide and comfortable feeling. For example, someone accidentally stepped on your foot while taking the bus, which may hurt you and dirty your shoes. In fact, these are all understandable. Others can't help themselves because of the inertia of the car. No one wants to step on you on purpose. Maybe you have encountered the same situation. If others scold you, and you are not convinced, contradictions will arise and even worsen. It was a very small thing. Speaking of taking the bus, I have another feeling. This often happens when you take a bus, especially during rush hour, when every bus is full. Everyone on the bus wants the driver not to open the door to let others on, because it is too crowded. People under the bus will be very unhappy when they see that the bus they want to take keeps going, and they would rather get on. At this time, the driver is the most pitiful, and driving is not impossible. Actually, anyone can get on the bus. If you are so afraid of crowding, take a taxi by yourself. At the same time: when buying food in the market, vendors not only haggle over every ounce, but sometimes even lack weight. Give them more understanding. It is not easy for them to make money. Take a step back.
It takes some time to understand or seek the understanding of others. Don't expect you to get to know someone completely in five minutes. Understanding is based on understanding and takes time. If you want to get to know people actively, you can't have preconceived ideas about people. Once you have a bad first impression on people, it may be difficult to get rid of it later. This is not conducive to interpersonal communication, let alone to achieve a harmonious state of mutual understanding.
In order to gain mutual understanding, mutual respect is the premise, including respect for the personality, ability and secrets of others. For example, when you buy something in a shopping mall, you look down on the salesman and say, "Hey, show me that shoe." This is disrespect for other people's personality. In the debate with others, use gestures and language to say, "You are wrong. Why don't you understand this and be so stupid?" Imagine if the other person would be persuaded. Some people like to get to the bottom of things and ask about other people's secrets. Some people even dramatize them and reveal other people's private affairs in public, which often hurts each other. These things are often done when we are young and ignorant. Now, as time goes on, it's really silly and naive to look back.
People who can understand others to the greatest extent are people with high quality and great realm, and are open-minded, kind and caring. Understanding is a lubricant, which can eliminate the friction between people; Understanding is the spice of the banquet of life. With it, life has a taste. Understanding is a lamp in the boat of life, which illuminates others as well as yourself.
What is understanding?
Understanding is the wind that blows away the veil of smoke before the war;
Understanding is rain, dripping on the heart blinded by hands and washing away the dust.
Understanding is wind and rain, or it may be ... but it is eternal, essential and self-cultivation. ...
In real life, we often complain about the injustice of fate, the helplessness of life and the hardships of life, but this is not the case. Tao Yuanming, who "sees Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums", still lives out the space he wants in the secular darkness and pedantry of officialdom. "The birds love the ancient forest, and the fish in the pond miss the ancient garden." He chose a paradise with gorgeous leisure. So is Li Bai. "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" He, a bohemian, is a hero, but he knows that he understands the true meaning of life.
Understanding is a bridge to communicate the mind. People and life need to understand, and people need to understand more.
Do you understand mom's hard work? Once, did you slam the door because of a harsh criticism from your mother? However, have you noticed more and more white hair on mom's temples and more and more prominent wrinkles on her forehead? "The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son", which mother doesn't love her children! We can see that mother's words and deeds are full of love, but we can't see, we can't see the caring heart, we can't see the bitter tears, we can't see … Mother understands you, so do you understand her?
Friends also need to understand. We often have a large circle of friends, but how many of them share joys and sorrows? "We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? " . If you are sincere, if you understand, why care about the length of time? Understanding is the basis of maintaining friendship. Only by understanding each other can we advance together and make our friendship last forever. When your friend hurts you because of an unintentional remark, will you turn your back on others? When you disagree with your friend because of a misunderstanding, will you understand her? Maybe, maybe not. ...
Look at the flowers in front of the court, look at the clouds in the sky, open considerate flowers, and care more; Expand the cloud of understanding and be warmer.
I understand my mother's hard work
Everyone is eager to be understood and learn to understand others. Understanding is like a bridge to communicate each other's hearts; Understanding is like a bright lamp, driving away the shadows in our hearts. If we lack understanding, we will lack sunshine, because the "catalysis" of understanding is indispensable for family, friendship and love.
I used to be a picky eater. I always put things I didn't like in my bowl for my mother to eat and said, "This must be the worst thing in the world"? Now that I think about it, I shouldn't, because I realized the hardship of my mother's cooking. I remember it was a beautiful afternoon, because my mother's birthday was coming, so I made an appointment with my father to surprise my mother! That afternoon, my father took my mother to the mall, and I cooked a delicious candlelight dinner for my mother at home. First, I have to make a recipe. I thought hard and finally came up with a clever plan, which is to make cakes, curry beef, fried rice and barbecue for my mother. I first look up recipes online and go to the market to buy materials; Then, press the menu to prepare; Finally did it. First, wash the vegetables, peel them, shred and cut into pieces, and put them on a plate for later use. Then, put the bought diced meat into a bowl, add starch, salt, chicken essence and cooking wine, stir well, and fry in an oil pan for later use. After doing this, I looked up and an hour passed. I can't help feeling exhausted and backache. I deeply realized my mother's anxiety! I think: Today is my mother's birthday. I must make my mother happy and let her know that my lovely daughter has grown up, and she is no longer the naughty boy who only knows how to coquetry in her arms! So I pulled myself together and continued to cook. Finally, according to the procedure of the recipe, I cooked all the dishes in turn and cooked them out. In this way, a series of delicious dishes were born under the chef's hand! I put some candles in the middle of the table and lit them. At this moment, Ding's doorbell rang. When my mother came in, I sang a happy birthday song to you. My mother is very happy. When she saw a table of dishes, she showed a bright smile. My mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Sweets, you have grown up!" " At this time, I was as happy as eating honey, because I not only got my mother's praise and made her feel happy, but also learned my mother's hard work from the process of cooking this dinner!
Mother's obscure efforts will always be ignored by us. Now, please think about it. Have you ever misunderstood your mother? Have you ever broken her heart because of your words and deeds? If so, please pay with practical actions from now on to make mom feel happy!
Learning to understand does not mean losing your position and burying your self-esteem; Failure to learn to understand means losing morality and selling your soul! Let's remember that understanding can pull people into relationships. Let's remember that understanding can bridge the gap between people. So, do you want to make our interpersonal relationship better?
Here, I want to cheer loudly: "Long live understanding! Understanding others is a witness to your growth, so from now on, let's try to understand others! "