1. You are a beam of light falling in my world

Wu Jiakan

The first warm light in early spring melts the ice and snow and warms the earth. You are a beam of light that falls in my world, running towards me, gentle and firm, which makes me lucky to meet you, my grandmother.

My grandmother is a traditional rural woman who cannot read and can only write her name crookedly. She sometimes seems to not understand anything and asks questions. But the strange thing is that she can handle everything about me.

No, the first snow in 2022 came by chance. My parents went to work, so my grandma had to send me to class. "Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind." I looked around for a raincoat but couldn't find it. I was so anxious: "What should I do? What should I do? First, I am going to be late, and second, there is such a heavy rain in the sky." Rain and snow." At this time, I heard: "It's okay, you hold the umbrella, I will drive the electric car." I looked at my grandma's determined eyes, immediately got on the car, held up the umbrella and ran with her into the rain and snow. However, the wind seemed to be joking with us, blowing from all directions, ignoring the existence of the umbrella, and the snowflakes stuck to my cheeks and jumped into my neck one after another. I couldn't help but shiver. At this time, I also saw that my grandma’s hands were covered with snow beads and turned red from the cold.

When we stopped and waited for the traffic light, grandma turned around, stretched out her hand to push the umbrella back and said, "I have a hat on my head. You can put it on yourself and don't get your clothes wet." The water droplets on grandma's face fell from her forehead. Sliding towards her neck, her cold hands took one of my hands and inserted it into her pocket. I just sat silently behind her, without saying a word, either because I was coveting the warmth or because I was deeply moved. Suddenly my mind went blank and I could no longer express my feelings.

The journey of two or three traffic lights was not long, but it already made my grandma’s clothes wet. When I got there, I wanted to leave the umbrella to her, but she kept trying to avoid it: "It's okay, I'm wearing a lot of clothes and it's not wet inside. You go in quickly..." I couldn't twist her, so I had to urge her to go back quickly, but when I turned around , grandma was still standing in the rain, watching me walk into the door, then turned around and left. Looking at her in the rain, I feel heartbroken.

Grandma’s clothes are not fashionable and she is not rich. She always buys clothes worth tens of dollars in the market. But she is also very rich and always buys me a lot of school supplies and snacks. There will always be a lot of delicious food prepared during the holidays.

I have never said thank you to my grandmother. I feel embarrassed and find it difficult to say anything. But she has changed a lot for me, but what remains unchanged is her love for me.

She is really a beam of light in my life. This beam of light is warm and firm, and has been keeping me warm and moving forward.

2. You are a beam of light that falls in my world

Cao Sicheng

I accidentally learned a few days ago that on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, several people from my hometown Relatives would invite our family of three to dinner. When I first heard the news, I didn't have many thoughts. I just thought it was a simple party. But a few days before the party, I started to get nervous and suddenly realized that maybe I would stutter and be speechless when calling people.

Time passed quickly, and it was the sixth day of the Lunar New Year in a blink of an eye. On the way to the hotel, I kept whispering the names of various relatives in the car, such as uncle, aunt, grandparent, uncle, aunt... I just hoped that I would not stutter when calling people and could blurt it out. But the more this happened, the more nervous I became.

Time passed extremely fast, and I arrived at the place before I could react. I got off the car, looked at the hotel, took a deep breath, and walked in with my parents. The hotel lights were particularly dazzling, and my eyes moved downwards unconsciously.

Before I entered the box, I heard someone talking to my father. I raised my head and recognized that it was my uncle. The uncle also saw me and patted me on the shoulder. He said, "I haven't seen you in half a year. I've grown a lot taller."

At this time, my father winked at me, and I knew: I wanted to call someone. I opened my mouth and tried hard to pronounce the two sounds of "uncle". It could have been overstretching, no matter how it happened to me. I can always only say the first word 'Bob', and as for the second word 'Bob', I can only say one word out loudly, but then my mouth starts to open, close, and make sounds unconsciously, and I keep reading 'Bob' ’, so that the uncle could not say the ‘good’ in ‘good’.

The uncle's eyes seemed a little weird. I suddenly felt nervous and glanced at my father secretly. I saw that he was still smiling, as if he was silently encouraging me. I plucked up the courage again, took a deep breath, looked up, looked at my uncle, and said again: "Uncle...Hello, uncle!" Although I still stuttered this time, it was much better than the first time, and I had new abilities. Say "Hello, uncle" completely. The uncle also smiled, looked at me and said, "It's good for you too." I suddenly felt confident again and followed my father into the box. There were not many people in the box, but they were all unfamiliar faces, and I became nervous unconsciously. My father brought me to several men who were several years older than my father. He smiled and said, "Son, these are your father's and my childhood playmates. Call me uncle." I was still very nervous. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak. As I expected, I still stuttered very much this time and could only spit out the first word "Bob". At this time I glanced at my father again. He was still so calm, with a smile on his face, as if he was still encouraging me.

I tried again. This time I calmed down and said "Hello, Uncle" calmly. Surprisingly, there was no stuttering this time. The uncles also smiled and nodded.

That day, the party ended quickly. I think that my father is the light that falls on my world. It is not bright, but it is warm.

3. You are a beam of light falling in my world

High-end

What is light? In my heart, light is the spirit that can melt the ice, the hope at the end of darkness, and you, mother, who guides me, teaches me, helps me, and gives me warmth and care.

You are an ordinary person working in the radio station. You do not have a stalwart body, but you work hard and are kind. Every morning, when I open my sleepy eyes, I will smell the fragrance coming from the kitchen. I know that you are busy in the kitchen again. When you go home every night, every corner of the house that is clean and warm is a masterpiece of your hard work. You are always the last one to go to bed and the first one to wake up in our family, and you never complain. I remember a trip to Shanghai. When we were taking the subway, an old man standing next to us looked at the ticket vending machine in confusion. His outstretched fingers were sliding across the screen at a loss, with helplessness and helplessness in his eyes. Amid the urging from the people behind him, the old man sighed, shook his head, and wanted to leave. You stepped forward and stopped him: "Let me help you!" You stood in front of the ticket vending machine, and the old man was next to you. "Look, you have to click on this, and the tickets will come out." You taught softly, and the old man listened carefully. . After putting the ticket into his hand, you walked out of the crowd. At the school gate, every time you see students who are helpless and anxiously waiting for their parents, you will hand over your mobile phone and ask: "Would you like to call your parents and ask them where they are?" This is true for strangers, The same is true for neighbors or friends. No matter who asks you for help, as long as it is nothing particularly important, you will try your best to help... In this way, growing up around you, I know how to be grateful and help others. Happy and learned to be a warm and kind person.

You are a radio reporter and host with extensive hosting experience. Under your patient guidance, I also became a small host in the school. Last November, the school's fabric workshop was going to Suzhou to participate in a competition and invited me to be the commentator. I happily accepted the task. This is my first time commentating. Although I have some hosting experience, commenting and hosting are not the same thing. I took the commentary and sat on the sofa, feeling confused. You came over, sat next to me, told me the speed, state, and tone of the explanation... and then practiced with me over and over again. In order to ensure the on-site effect, you apply to go to Suzhou with me. Before the competition, you helped the teacher with logistics and worked with me to adjust the commentary for the exhibition. Give me encouragement and courage during the competition. Because you were by my side, my trip to Suzhou was happy and complete.

? "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." From childhood to adulthood, the light that illuminates me has always been by my side. You warm me with the unique light of maternal love, guide me, and let me move forward bravely in the direction of the light.

4. You are a beam of light falling in my world

Zhao Siqin

The summer is hot and the cicadas are chirping. The houses with green bricks and black tiles beside the path cast shadows, and several cats and dogs curled up there to take a nap. You drag your heavy body under the sun, and the deep and shallow wrinkles depict the vicissitudes of life you have experienced. You are illiterate and dropped out of elementary school due to the pressure of life. It is hard for me to imagine that an illiterate woman in the 1970s and 1980s silently and little by little created her own real and extraordinary spring with her own hands and mind!

In the early 1980s, you made fishing a career. Listening to my mother's narration, a picture emerged in my mind: neat short hair, a slightly chubby body, wearing a pair of plastic boots, wearing some simple clothes, going to sea with a group of men. Overall, there is only one word that gives me the feeling: Sa. I think you must have dealt with heavy storms, you must have cast the fishing net gracefully, and then fished upward with difficulty, lifting the heavy seafood, trying your best to keep your eyes open in the dazzling sunshine, and smiling at the sad years. I always think of "The Old Man and the Sea", knowing that you are different from him.

Every night, you would sort all kinds of fish, shrimps, crabs and other seafood into baskets, then wait until dawn, ride a bicycle full of seafood southward, and arrive at the Sold in Nantong County. The journey is long and the roads are very narrow. Coupled with your illiteracy, it is even more difficult to get in the right direction. For your first time, you experienced the language barrier when asking for directions and your own physical exhaustion. After a day of riding, you figured out the road and became a frequent visitor to Nantong County.

Through more than ten years of daring and dare-to-do spirit, you have become the duck in the village who is the "Duck Prophet of Spring River Plumbing". You are the first person in the village to buy a TV set. A group of people sat around a yellow leather sofa, watching Journey to the West and chasing Red Mansions. Were you proud and proud of your small achievements at that time? Then, you bought the first washing machine in the village, and the villagers came to your house to do the laundry. You readily agreed. They often left candies as laundry fees. Your daughter liked to hold candy wrappers to the sun and see a different world. Then Collect the candy wrappers and feel the sweet and sour taste of the mouth.

When I was a child, I had the impression that you and my grandpa were both shrimp farmers. It was very hot in the shrimp shed. I liked to stand at the entrance of the shrimp shed and watch you walk in and watch you skillfully feeding from side to side. Shrimp material, I twist my body and walk on the stone piles, and then watch your back fading away. I then run to the other end of the shrimp shed to greet you, and then follow you towards the light, starting next.

People often say that when people get old, they only have time to watch the flowers blossom and fall, and the clouds roll in and out, "every step of the way till dawn", but you don't seem to care about the years, sometimes like a child, you can't see You didn’t use your famous words to teach me about the suffering behind your life. You only used your silent actions to explain to me the courage to pioneer, dare to venture and dare to do something, and to be the duck that predicts the warmth of the spring river.

Grandma, you are a beam of light that falls in my world!

5. You are a beam of light that falls in my world

Xu Yicheng

Although I did not hear your first cry that day, I also I hugged you, and a kind of happiness spread throughout my body. I felt that seeing you every day was more important than anything else...

——Inscription

That day, I was After returning home from school, my father took me to the hospital to see my mother. I was thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a younger brother. But when I arrived at the hospital, it was my younger sister. Although she was a little disappointed and unhappy, she was always there. In the end, I felt that it was actually not that bad, but very good and very happy.

I can’t remember how many times I got sick and caught a cold, but the one time I got sick that I remember clearly was the time when my sister was by my side when I was sick. That time was I can’t remember exactly when, but I remember that when I was sick, my sister gently touched my feverish forehead with her small hands. The small warmth in her hands spread all over my body, and she said in her mouth: " Brother, don’t be afraid. Brother, don’t be afraid. Just take a nap and you’ll be fine.” I felt happy after hearing this. I didn’t expect that being sick was a kind of enjoyment. I didn’t feel the pain of being sick at all. I felt that no matter how painful it was, it was a happy experience.

But there are good things and bad things, just like the two of us seem to spend every day fighting and noisy, as if water and fire are incompatible. But it got better after a while.

But sad things will eventually pass, and happy things will eventually come. Fortunately, there was a period of time when they were happy and reconciled, otherwise they would have become mortal enemies. Just like a beam of light, I am not alone at home with no one to play with. My home is very lively every day.

My sister is like a beam of light that falls in my world. Sometimes we share the blessings, but there is no spirit of hardship. But I still like my sister very much.

You are like a beam of light falling into my world, giving me warmth.

6. You are a beam of light that falls in my world

Yang Zihan

I am a child who is afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone, and afraid of losing my parents around me. companionship.

Since I had evening self-study in the first grade of junior high school, I would get home very late every day. After returning home, my mother and brother had gone to bed and fell asleep. I had very little time to talk to them. I often stayed in the study room doing my own things. It was late at night, without my brother's laughter and play, without my parents' urging and nagging, the whole room became extremely quiet.

After writing the last note, tidying up my schoolbag, I quietly went out to wash up. I thought everyone was asleep, but suddenly there was a faint light outside in the silence and darkness. That beam of light was like a shining golden thread, which not only illuminated the room, but also illuminated my heart. That was exactly the beam of light cast from the crack in the door of my father's room. I quietly opened the door and tiptoed into my father's room. Under the orange light, my father couldn't resist being sleepy after all, and he rested his head on his arms. Seemingly asleep but not asleep. I patted him gently and told him that I was going to sleep. At this moment, he opened his eyes instantly, looked at me with a smile, got up and went to wash up. I went back to my bedroom and lay on the bed, and I could vaguely hear washing up. The sound of running water and the "pop" sound of the lights being turned off made me know that my father was about to rest too.

Year after year, day after day, from the beginning of self-study in the evening to today, what accompanies me in studying at night is not only the lamp on the desk, but also the faint light in my father’s room , no matter how late it is, he will always be with me, leaving me with a light that illuminates the darkness.

A beam of light can bring warmth and strength to people. There is this beam of light around me. It is a beam of light from growing love. Although it is not as dazzling as the sun, it is enough. Illuminating my world and accompanying me in my learning and growth is better than the warm sunshine.

7. You are a beam of light that falls in my world

Xu Wenyu

It’s another holiday, and I should be happy because I failed the math test. , my heart is like a heavy stone. Maybe it was because I was in a bad mood, but I couldn't solve the math problems in the homework book. I listed calculations one after another on the draft paper, but they were all overturned one by one. I tried to give up on this problem, but I felt unwilling to do so.

Dad looked at my anxious expression and smiled to comfort me: "Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, look for ways to solve them.

As long as you persist in anything, you will succeed! Children, let’s go hiking tomorrow, okay? ”

The next morning, I woke up early and looked out the window at the drizzle. The sky was like a huge gray curtain, covering the moon, and the dim street lights were flickering in the rain. .....My heart sank suddenly, thinking that today's plan was going to go to waste again. Surprisingly, Dad still insisted on yesterday's idea.

At this time, it was still early, so we simply packed up. We set off, because this hill was not far from our home. It didn’t take long for us to reach the foot of the mountain. Looking up at the mountain, it seemed that there was a layer of mist on the mountain.

“Xiao Yu, go up the mountain. ! "My father was walking in front holding an umbrella, and I, wrapped in a poncho, cautiously followed him like a little tail. It had just rained, and the mountain road seemed a bit slippery.

After a while, my father pulled me up to the mountainside: "I have long heard that the steps on the mountainside are very steep. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true. "I looked along my father's hand, and sure enough, a section of the mountainside was too steep, almost like a right angle. I couldn't help but take two steps back. My legs couldn't help but tremble. I murmured: "Dad, today we are going to climb a mountain. Why don't we come here first? After hearing what I said, my father frowned and said, "We're already halfway up the climb. How can we give up halfway? Be brave. It's just a steep step. What are you afraid of?" "After saying that, he grabbed the handrail and stepped onto the first step, then turned around and motioned for me to follow. I swallowed, as if I had met a monster with its bloody mouth, and I still dared not lift my head. But my father had already gone up, and it was quite scary to be alone now. Let’s just pretend that I was afraid of the stairs. There was no need to be afraid. When my father turned around and saw that I had stepped onto the first step, he smiled and said, “Look, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” . ”

Finally, after unremitting efforts, we finally climbed to the top of the mountain. At this time, we stopped. My father and I were sitting on the rocks at the top of the mountain. A cool breeze blew across our faces. It was so refreshing! The mist Gradually dissipated, suddenly, my father jumped up, pointed at the red sun rising slightly on the horizon and shouted: "Look! sun! "I looked to the east and saw a red sun hanging in the sky like a big kumquat. I couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful. Today's trip is really worth it. "My father nodded, patted me on the shoulder, and said to me earnestly: "Son, look, the sun has risen, the light shines on the earth, and the fog in the mountains has dispersed. If you don't insist on climbing to the top of the mountain, How can we see this beautiful scene? The next time you do anything, don't give up halfway. Failure is not terrible. What's terrible is giving up when you encounter a little difficulty. ”

I turned my head and looked at my father, and saw that my father was looking at the sun and smiling, and the crystal sweat beads were shining under the sun. At that moment, I felt warm in my body, and I didn’t know Is it because of the sun, or is there another reason?

I just feel that my father’s words are like a beam of light, illuminating my dark world and making my eyes bright.