Reflections on the first lesson of school: My father taught me what the value of life is. Many people say that for people we live with and often come into contact with, we will always see so many shortcomings, big or small, that we cannot feel a sense of reverence.

This is very true, but for me, there is one exception, and that is my father.

It was he who taught me what the value of life is.

I still remember one time when I came home from junior high school. As soon as I entered the door, there was a stinking smell. I saw my father hurriedly slipping on his slippers. What surprised me was that he, who usually loves to be clean, was covered in yellow dirt.

Stained with feces and looking miserable, I was dumbfounded. At that moment, my father's image was suddenly downgraded.

I told my mother my doubts while my father was taking a shower. My mother told me that when my father was riding his bike on a side road home, he heard the child's cry for help and found that the child had fallen into a large excrement pool on the roadside and was about to be submerged.

He immediately jumped into the manure pit and rescued the child. As a result, the precious mobile phone he just bought disappeared.

When he sent the sobbing child home, the child's parents pulled the child over and slammed the door without a word of thanks.

After listening to this, I kept complaining about my father. When I saw him coming out of the shower, he was still using a hair dryer to blow the irreparable mobile phone with a glimmer of hope. I asked my father: "Is it worth it?" He said seriously: "What is it worth?"

It’s not worth it, it’s a life!” I lowered my voice and said, “But they did that to you.” But my father said, “They are outsiders and we should be considerate of them. Maybe they feel they have nothing to repay and would rather not say anything.

, they must feel uncomfortable in their hearts, but no matter how they treat me, they will never regret saving that child!" I couldn't help but be in awe, feel ashamed of my own small-mindedness, and feel proud to have such a father.

From then on, I learned to carefully observe what my father did. When his friends were in trouble, he would run around for them. When a colleague tried to do harm to him behind his back, he just laughed it off.

Even if he suffers a loss, it will not affect his willingness to help others. Even if he sees a stranger in trouble, he will do his best to help them. Thank you to my ordinary but tall father for teaching me what the value of life is. He has always used his actions to educate me.

I pursue my dreams with a kind heart. Looking back now, it reminds me of what was said in the book "Meditations" I read recently: "There is only one thing in this world that is truly valuable, and that is to be sincere."

Live your life with integrity, and maintain a loving attitude even towards those who are dishonest and unfair. "After the first lesson of the school year: My mother taught me to be strong. May 13th is Mother's Day, and I live in another city.

With mother.

That is, I go back to see them once or twice a year.

I didn't buy a gift for my mother, nor did I call her to wish her a happy holiday. I buried my blessings deeply in my heart, because I felt that it was too vain to send her a gift or call her.

Mother doesn't need this, maybe she doesn't even know about Mother's Day.

A mother's greatest wish is for her children to be happy, and our happiness is a reward for our mother.

In June last year, my father was admitted to the hospital again. Cholecystitis required surgery. For a normal person, this is a small operation. However, my father has myocardial infarction, so the risks of such surgery are very high.

At that time, it was the lowest point of my life. My life was in a mess, and I was almost on the verge of collapse.

I was very anxious when I heard the news that my father was hospitalized. My family said it didn't matter and we would wait and see. They didn't want me to go all the way.