"For Little Readers" once moved me very much, and now I deeply feel that love is a firm belief in life. At the same time, I also deeply realized this famous saying of Bing Xin: "The heart is cold, but the tears are hot; the heart solidifies the world, and the tears soften the world." In life, each of us needs love and needs to be loved. . Love is a necessity of life. Without love, the sky is gray; without love, life is withered. Whenever we see those precious wild animals being captured, killed, and put into cold cages, we feel indignant anger from the bottom of our hearts; whenever we ignore the creatures under our feet, when they are excitedly carrying food, Sometimes, I step on them under my feet, and a wave of waves surges in my heart. I think this is the love a person has. Love can make a weak person strong; love can also make an unreasonable person kind. When I finished reading Bing Xin's "For Young Readers", the second newsletter was always unforgettable for me -

"...a mouse quietly came out from under the table and ate slowly. The crumbs on the ground. The mouse was very small, and it looked up at me while eating. My mother and father looked down in all directions. It still stayed happily. Under the shadow of the lamp, I could see that it was very small, with light gray hair, a nimble little body, and a pair of shining bright eyes."

From the words written by Bing Xin. , it is not difficult for us to see that this is a very cute mouse, as if we can’t help but want to hold it quietly in our hands and watch it carefully. Normally, when we see a mouse, we will never feel any pity. But that mouse was so small. I imagined: When facing this mouse, my heart beat faster. In my concept, mice are bad, but they are so small. This is just a little life that has just arrived in the world. Reading Bing Xin's article, I felt the beauty of life. I seemed to see life beating happily between the lines.

"Children, please allow me to confess! In an instant, I leaned down in a state of confusion, took the book in my hand, and gently covered it. - God! It didn't even move away. Reading the page, I felt his soft little body crouching on the ground without resistance."

The life of that mouse was like a meteor falling to the ground, so short, but. It was so calm, as if it was witnessing the whole process of its own death. I think this should be a painful experience. Every day under our feet, there are countless little lives carrying out their happy and delicious lives, but they are too small to be seen by us. So every day there are many little lives lying down quietly at our feet. I remember that I once found a pink-green butterfly. It was probably injured. It flapped its sound wings vigorously and tried hard to fly, but it never succeeded. It only moved in circles near my feet. . I knelt down and looked at the struggling one. I reached out my hand and picked up one of its wings. I felt it flutter harder, trying to escape from my fingers. I felt that its wings were as smooth as silk, but they seemed to be thinner than the thinnest piece of paper. It seemed as if the butterfly's wings would break if I applied a little force. The butterfly was struggling desperately, as if my hands were devil's claws. In the sunlight, I saw the powder falling from its wings and drifting away in the wind. I felt that life beating and struggling between my fingers. It still used its unbeaten wings to resist the huge force of my fingers, as if a white rabbit was trying to push open a heavy door. At this time, I already felt that the tenacious butterfly had flown into my heart and was struggling in my heart. My heart seems to be aching, and life seems to have made me so small. As if I couldn't bear its vitality anymore, I ran outside the door and put it in the grass. It was still rolling in the grass, making a "squeaking" sound. It amazed me: how great life is. I thought: If I hadn't caught it at that time, it might have flown and the tiny scales on its wings wouldn't have fallen off. I looked at the slippery pink-green powder on my fingers. At this time, they seemed to have surrounded my heart layer by layer. The breeze blows, and I seem to smell waves of fragrance coming through. Maybe this is the unique fragrance of butterflies. I originally thought: The butterfly is like a proud queen, always rejecting people thousands of miles away, only letting people see its charming silhouette, and only let people take a quick look at its gorgeous clothes. But that pink-green butterfly changed my mind a lot. Perhaps after experiencing many hardships, they ascended to this highest throne. As for the mouse, it was pressed under the book, and its thin life could not withstand any wind or rain. This is life.

"With a slight roar of joy, the tiger had already pounced on it, not allowing me to call him, and had already drilled out of the gap with it in its mouth. When I walked out of the door, I could only hear the tiger's movements. It chirped a few times and then became silent. Within a minute, this gentle little animal struck a chord in my heart... It was time to rest. , I go back to the bedroom.

I smiled reluctantly, which increased my guilt. I lingered for a long time, not knowing what to do - I didn't change my clothes, I just leaned on the edge of the bed and leaned on the pillow. In this state, I was silent for fifteen minutes - —I ended up in tears. "

We all know how to apologize to others. But only when facing that mouse, we were silent, as if we had nothing to say. How should we face that little life? That mouse It's so small, as tender as water. That life is like a burned little meteorite, disappearing on the earth. It makes me want to stay in a dark room and cry silently.

"It has been more than a year now. Sometimes when I study late at night and see a mouse coming out, I always feel ashamed and almost avoid it. I always think of it as the mother of that mouse, with tears in her eyes, looking for it every night to take it back..."

Facing the mouse, Grandma Bing Xin felt very guilty. Let me While I was moved, I remembered another thing:

It was one morning when I was riding a bicycle to buy breakfast. On the way back, I was thinking about going home quickly. There was a girl about my age riding a bicycle with a child about three or four years old. On the road, the child's slippers fell off, and I was right behind them. I saw the child's tears flowing out of his eyes like a spring, like an angry little lion. The tears left gray marks on his innocent face, as if his eyebrows were covered with tears. I had to stay together. At this time, a thought came from the depths of my mind. I went to help the child get the slippers. But I thought, it is such a simple thing, as long as they do it themselves, why bother. Help them. But I thought, what's the point of helping them? Seeing that I was getting closer and closer to them, I felt that my blood was rushing to my head. In the end, my decision was still. I didn't help them pick it up. I saw the little girl stopped the car, seemed a little angry, went back to pick up the slippers, and probably criticized the child a few more times. The child's crying didn't stop, and he was still sobbing. , my body was shaking. I was getting farther and farther away from them. I thought: If I helped them pick it up, maybe the little girl's expression would be bright instead of complaining. Maybe my mood will be relaxed and my mood will be better throughout the day. But I didn’t. This is such a simple thing, but after it happened to me, I often asked myself. , is this matter so difficult? I even hesitated. I even felt that I should laugh at my decision.

Some people will make a decisive decision when encountering such a thing. Go over and help them. Some people will turn a blind eye and continue to go their own way, but I think of helping them, but finally walk away. It's like there is a demon in my head, which is driving away the angel. I regret not helping them. Although I have no friendship with them, I always feel sorry for them. I think I need more love to replenish my heart.

Love. It is like rain and dew, watering the seeds of our hearts; love is like a boat, we ride on it to ride the wind and waves; love is like wings, if we have it, we can see the wider world. Love is the belief in life, because there is. With love, we live happily in this world. We use love as the belief in our lives to be grateful for life. Thank our parents for their fatherly and maternal love; thank our friends for their sincere care; thank strangers for their support in our difficulties. Time has extended a helping hand of love to us...because love is an emotion that we need to experience throughout our lives. Put your hands gently on your chest, do you feel it? This is your heartbeat, this is your life, this is your love.

Love is hidden in your heart. Love is the belief in life and will accompany you throughout your life.