Love is an inexhaustible river. 1 The river of love is all over the world, endless and inexhaustible. It flows quietly, quietly comes to your side, moistens your heart, irrigates your heart, and makes the smile stay on our lips forever.
If you ask me, "Where is love?" I can only answer you: love is everywhere! You just didn't notice it. If you want to ask me, "What is love like in your heart?" Then I can tell you:
Love is a busy figure in front of the computer in the morning; Love is my thin figure when I am sick; Love is the mouth, nagging words; Love is a glass of warm milk before going to bed every night.
When I am sick, there is always a figure beside my bed. When that figure is getting thinner and thinner, my illness is getting better. Who's that? I want to tell you loudly, it's "mom"! When she can't be distracted from her work because she has to take care of me, I will say to her, "Go to work, I am much better now." And she always smiles and says, "Nothing much, it'll be all right soon." I know you lied to me, but I didn't expose you either. I just covered you with a quilt when you slept by my bed.
When I was near junior high school, I had to stay up late every night. What about you? Always prepare me a cup of hot milk and wait for me to drink it in my room. When I was going to school, you always nagged "Don't catch cold in cold weather" and "Eat well and don't starve yourself." "Listen carefully in class!" "Drink more water." I always say impatiently, "OK, I get it. It's so verbose." Although I say so, my heart is full of joy.
Love is sometimes wordless. Only by exploring with your heart can you realize the meaning of true love. Every mother will write a love song for her children, and every melody in the song is devoted to her deep love for her children. Maybe I won't play anymore, but I'm quietly dedicated. Waiting for you to find it, appreciate it and sing it.
Love, like air, flows around us every day, but it is often ignored by us because it has no shadow and no end. But in fact, there is no love in our life for a long time, because it has been integrated into our life. Once it disappears, life will be meaningless, because without love, there will be no motivation to live. Such as: the love of parents. Are you sad or sad when you suddenly lose the words you nag in your ear every day? Anyway, you will still miss your parents' company and the taste of love around you.
Let the river of love run through every corner of the world and let the true feelings stay in the world forever!
Love is an inexhaustible river. When mankind faces countless dark and fearful nights, people unite to resist the danger of the night because of love. When the boat is drifting in the boundless sea, the tower keeper sticks to the tower because of love and points out the direction for the boat to go home; When fallen leaves turn into soil, because of love, green leaves are willing to become unknown nutrients for flowers to bloom. Love rotates in the world, because of love, the world can develop harmoniously, and gratitude is love.
Love is sticking to the faith in your heart. Stick to the city far away from family with youth, stick to the remote and uninhabited countryside with the future, and stick to the "fool" who paved a way for students with life. They are teachers. Gratitude is the best reward for teachers! Because of the love for students, career and faith, the teacher is determined to use his youth and even life to pave a way out of the mountains for students.
We should have a grateful heart, grateful that the teacher did not give up, so that we have a way to change our destiny. Loving teachers is not a slogan, but your inner voice.
Love is the last line of defense for a bosom friend. Boya and Zi Qi are bosom friends, because with Zi Qi, Boya's inner pain can be confided, and when Zi Qi died, Boya had no one to confide, so she was very sad. Thanks for having a bosom friend! Maybe when you are depressed, he will always throw a casual sentence, but between the lines is full of concern; Maybe you are proud that he will give you a punch, but every word is true; Maybe when you are confused, he will always give you a confused answer! Cherish your close friends. Appreciate his company on the road of youth, and have no regrets in this life!
Love is a positive tolerance for the enemy. Lin Xiangru turned out to be Lian Po's unilateral enemy, so in court, everyone was at loggerheads. In order to respect Lian Po, Xiang Ru gave in, so Lian Po was moved and reconciled, and then the two joined hands to make the country strong. Maybe enemies are hateful to you now, but we should be grateful to them, because they have sharpened your mind and pushed you forward. If China is not threatened by neighboring powers, then maybe China is not as powerful as it is now. Remembering history means remembering your own mistakes and the experiences of your enemies! Be grateful to those who hate you for bullying you. They are the ones who urge you to move forward bravely.
Gratitude means love. Because of love, people can unite, persist, guard and forge ahead in order to survive in this noble and cruel nature. Love is an inexhaustible river that flows slowly and continuously in the long river of human history.
Love is an inexhaustible river. On summer nights, the evening breeze is mixed with heat waves. After a day's study, I am inevitably a little hot and tired. I couldn't help picking up the phone in the dormitory and pressing the familiar number: "Hello, Mom? I want to eat some watermelon. Um ... is it convenient to deliver it tomorrow? " The mother at the other end of the phone agreed without hesitation, and she was very happy.
The next night, my mother and I met at the school gate as promised. She saw me from a distance and waved to me high. Under the reflection of the light in the security room, I saw her eyes shining like planetesimals, full of surprise and tenderness, and my nose was sour. "This is an iced watermelon specially prepared for you. Go back and eat with your classmates. Hey, go to bed early. " With that, she looked at the time and waved goodbye to me.
Back to the dormitory, I took out the sealed box, and the cold touch came from my hand. Opening the lid, a square watermelon came into view. The fresh and gorgeous colors make people drool, and everyone is attracted ... Just as we were feasting, a roommate suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, this watermelon has no seeds!" " Everybody be quiet. I slowly turned my eyes to the watermelon in the box. Indeed, the box is full of bright red colors, without any impurities. Pieces of watermelon are crystal clear, like pure red agate, without any flaws. I was shocked-I still remember when I was a child, because there were too many watermelon seeds, I often swallowed the seeds together with the pulp, and adults often joked with me about it. So, I don't want to eat watermelon anymore. My mother knows my mind. Every time I eat watermelon, she always carefully picks out the seeds one by one, and then gives them to me ... Slowly, when I grow up, I still don't like eating this fruit very much, not because it has many seeds, but because of the increasingly tense study life, I don't want to spend my time eating this slightly troublesome fruit. It never occurred to me that in order to save me trouble and let me have a good rest, my mother carefully picked all the seeds like when I was a child. ...
I carefully picked up a piece of watermelon, slowly put it in my mouth and chewed it carefully. Suddenly, I feel that maternal love is as simple and warm as this bright red watermelon, which cools me down when the heat is unbearable and brings me warmth when I am tired and lonely.
With the sweet and cool taste of melons and fruits, warmth flows into the heart and into the river called love, which will never dry up.
Love is an inexhaustible river. Love is an inexhaustible river. It is still warm, nourishing my heart, flowing clearly and slowly, without any stain.
Grandma is the river in my life. When I grew up and walked on the road, her rough hand wrapped around my little arm like a snake. Even if I get hurt, grandma won't let go.
No, I don't want it! I shouted desperately, son, there are many cars on the road, I'm afraid you will run around. You are my baby! Grandma said kindly, I said, let me go, my hand is going to break. You did it on purpose! Alas, grandma sighed, you are too young to understand grandma's mind.
As I grow up, I will get used to it and won't be entangled. Sometimes I take the initiative to hold grandma's hand, just like when she holds mine, a warm current flows out of my palm, giving off the power of love. When I am sad, this warm current will come to me and let me know that grandma is around. What's so unhappy about it? When I am lonely, this warm current will come to me and let me know that I am not lonely! When I am proud, this warm current will suddenly surge and wash away my pride, making me open-minded, enterprising and true.
This river, accompanied for ten years, is still so pure, clear and warm. Even if the river is not around, I can feel it, because it has planted the seeds of new life in my heart. Grandma, it's you. You call me every day ―― because I have no difficulty in studying, and I'm cold or not. I asked if I was eating well, and I responded: I'm fine, but don't forget yourself. The last time you left, you had a bad cough. You have low back pain and don't give up your job day and night. When I saw all this, my heart ached!
Now, I have entered a good junior high school. It's not easy, but I have the motivation to miss you. I hope you will stop being tired and suffering from illness. I am no longer that ignorant little boy. The seeds are in bloom. Seize the opportunity of learning, and strive to turn all this into reality, so that this river will never run out and let you live a good life! As the saying goes, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. I believe I can do it!
This is a river turned from love, always so clear and warm, connecting me and grandma, giving us endless strength and never drying up.
Love is an inexhaustible river. At the age of 16, I should have been running on the playground, sweating like rain. Sixteen years old should have been studying knowledge at school. Sixteen-year-old should be full of laughter, but my sixteen-year-old can only stay in a cold ward filled with disinfectant.
That spring, I was diagnosed with retinal detachment. I can't see anything in front of me, even picking up a cup to drink is a problem. I can't judge the exact position of the glass. I broke one cup after another. I can't stand this pain any longer. Tears welled up in my eyes. I choked and asked my mother, "Mom, do you think I am lame?" I am blind now! " My mother came and patted me on the back, and made a promise: "You will always be the pride of my mother, and she will definitely cure you!" " "
As we hoped, the inspection report came out, and I can operate in the future. On that day, my mother was as happy as a rewarded child and accidentally broke a cup. "How can you be as blind as I am?" As soon as I spoke, the air in the whole ward froze instantly. Perhaps it is invisible, my hearing has become particularly good, and my mother's teeth and sobs have fallen into my ears. I know she must be uncomfortable again.
On the day of the operation, my father was sitting on a bench outside the operating room. As time went on, he fell asleep, frowned tightly and murmured, "son, I know you will come out safely." Dad is waiting for you here. " My mother told me all this later.
Mother Gherardini said, "Your father fell asleep directly on the stool that day. When I called him, he stood up like an arrow, but he just pretended to be calm and asked, what's the situation? That look was embarrassing. This is really interesting. " Father, he is like this. His love for me is slightly fragrant in the warm wind of spring and March.
On the day of stitches removal, the whole ward was full of excitement and tension. At this time, my mother, who never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods, quickly begged the ghosts and gods of the east and the west, while my father held my hand and said, "Don't be nervous, everything will be fine." I fully felt the sweat in my father's hand, and I knew that my father, who had always been calm, was also nervous for me.
When I opened the gauze, I saw two people with a little gray hair and temples. My mother's eyes are swollen like two steamed buns, and my father's back is not as straight as before. I can't imagine what mom and dad have been through these days. All I know is that they have done too much for me.
I know I will always live well, because love is always like an inexhaustible river, nourishing me.
Love is an inexhaustible river. Grandma's river twisted her old body, croaked and flowed.
At that moment, I remembered a scene of my childhood. The door creaked and I was pushed away mercilessly. I don't want to leave my hometown, which is as comfortable as heating in winter. I held grandpa's thick belly tightly, used it as a shield and snuggled up in his arms. This is a familiar smell. I buried my head in his arms and rubbed it from time to time to wipe away my tears and nose. Unexpectedly, however, a pair of stout hands pushed my young body away, and I staggered back two steps. He still walked firmly to the door, every step was so big and heavy.
Looking at his distant back, he slowly merged with the endless river and disappeared into the sunset. Let me roar: "grandpa, grandpa!" " "All I got was empty echoes, one by one. My heart and the light of the sun converge at one point, which is reluctant, resentful and empty.
Since then, grandpa and I have rarely seen each other. There are only a few words in every conversation. There seems to be an insurmountable river between grandpa and me. There is no boat to communicate with, and there is no smooth bridge in the middle.
Once again, I set foot on the path home, and the once potholed gravel road without street lights has been filled; The paradise camphor tree that used to play with grandpa has turned yellow; Looking at a young girl helping the old man in the distance, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on them, making them feel warm. All this is different from what I remember, all because of him who has been standing behind me silently watching me grow up.
With a squeak, the door was pushed open by me, leaving only a lonely old man, my grandmother, who often stood in front of the door with a puppy in her arms. This puppy has become a comfort to her heart and the only "person" who can accompany her and listen to her old stories. Grandma looked at the distance. I quietly walked over and held her hand. She looked at me, then at the distance, and said slowly, "Still, waving at you, he just doesn't want you to see him cry, for fear that you will be sad before you leave. Every time you make a phone call, he always rushes to answer it for fear of missing your voice, but he always gives me the phone in disappointment. I wanted to tell you for a long time, but the old man wouldn't let me. " I was stunned. It turns out that the insurmountable river is my own making. A tear brushed my cheek, trickled through my heart and slowly flowed down.
Yes, countless loves have been flowing in that river for a long time, how subtle and deep. In the sunset, suddenly looking back, its outline is still clear and still flowing.
Love is an inexhaustible river. Love is an inexhaustible river. This river is not so rough as the Yellow River, nor so vast as the sea. But most importantly, it will never run out!
The setting sun shines obliquely on the earth, and the afterglow is gently sprinkled through the window, and the golden pen tip gently rotates and jumps on the paper. "Knock, knock," my mother tapped on my door. "Girl, it's time to eat." "hmm." I closed my exercise book, walked out of the room, washed my hands and sat at the table. As usual, the dishes on the table are my favorites. My mother took off her apron and sat down. She took chopsticks and began to pick up food for me. "Come on, girl, eat more. Now it's time to use your brain and grow up. You must eat more. " Looking at the "hill" in the bowl getting higher and higher, I quickly put a crumbling piece of meat on the "hill" and put it in my mouth. "See, hey? Why don't you eat? " I looked at the rice in my mother's bowl and asked. "Eat, eat." She quickly took a symbolic bite of rice and looked at me with a smile. It seems that for her, eating all the dishes in the bowl is her greatest happiness and satisfaction. The setting sun shone from behind her, plating her with a layer of Phnom Penh, and her eyes shone with kindness. My heart seems to have a small river flowing quietly, all the way to the distance.
It's late at night, the window is black and the room is bright. I'm still trying to do my homework. The manuscript paper was piled up one by one, and the sweat slipped one by one. Dad came in with a glass of milk and put it next to me. I looked up at him in dismay. "What's the matter, is there a problem? Come on, show me. " So he took my exercise book and thought about it. Then, I picked up a pen and began to calculate. After using one manuscript paper after another, the nib rustled for a long time. He took a long breath, touched my head and began to explain to me. Maybe I'm not very smart by nature. You can understand it after listening once, but you may not understand it after listening a few times. So, although my father said it many times, I still don't understand. However, even if I was about to give up, he didn't give up, but took the trouble to tell me again and again, until I really understood, he would nod happily. I clearly see that the river in my heart is still flowing slowly, and it seems that it will never stop.
Some people say; "Looking back 500 times in my last life, I just passed by in exchange for this life." Then I think I must have recalled Qian Qian countless times in my last life. Although no one knows whether this is true or not, I know that I am extremely lucky to be your child in this life! Thank you for trying your best to give me the best, for everything you have given up for me, for everything you have done for me, and for your love for me.
Love is a river, quietly, slowly and never dry up!