It's good to have your warmth (1 article). A person's words and deeds can tell whether his quality is good or bad. A "warm heart" can heal a broken heart.
Maybe you don't know, actually speaking is an art, and there are often some contradictions in the communication between students, which leads to fierce quarrels between them and eventually leads to the breakdown of friendship. Since then, you have ignored me and I don't want to see you. In fact, if communication is a sail, then language is the wind, which can send boats between people to a quiet harbor. "A friendship between gentlemen is as light as water" is like a clear sky after rain and a clear sky in Wan Li; Such as the emerald sea, the smoke is vast.
I remember once, when Cheng Xiao and Xiao Zhi in our class were discussing a grade problem, they had an argument. Xiao Zhi thought it was the sixth grade, Cheng Xiao thought it should be junior high school, and then they began to vomit "Xiang Xiang" without saying a word. "I advise you not to be too arrogant, it must be the sixth grade!" Cheng Xiao shouted. "Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be junior high school!" Xiao Zhi also retorted not to be outdone. "Give me your mouth clean! Absolute sixth grade. " "Impossible, I swear it must be junior high school!"
As a result, the two men turned against each other from a pair of good friends, just like Niu Wangmo and the Monkey King in The Journey to the West, the "three hundred rounds" of the two men's war is still inconclusive. At this time, a breeze brushed their cheeks, and it seemed that the messenger released from Feng's mother-in-law's pocket came all the way to "stop the fight". People argue and explain the truth more clearly, but on the contrary. Don't they understand "step back and broaden the horizon for a while"? In fact, there is no need to fight to the death, but they don't use language as a sharp weapon.
Language is a warm hand that can heal a broken heart. At the same time, it is a sharp flying knife, cutting off the beautiful friendship between people. Why are many people so likable when they open their mouths? But some people's words pierce a friend's heart like a string of arrows. For example, if you meet a classmate or teacher you know and say hello, you won't waste too much time and breath, but you can also make others think that you are polite and kill two birds with one stone. And when you are in trouble, others will be happy to help you. When someone else fails in the exam or encounters something unsatisfactory and feels depressed, we should tell him something that makes him happy, or tell jokes, and never mention anything that makes her sad again, because doing so may cause "secondary damage" to his injured mind. ...
If people can be more humble in language, there will be fewer grievances in the world, and warm language will make life better.
It's good to have the warmth you gave me. Writing (2) When I meet an old friend in my dream, perhaps my thoughts and fleeting time flow quietly. Go to the alley where you used to live, yes. Wisteria is blooming again. Delicate and delicate flowers, exquisite and elegant, show unique beauty.
Clouds are surging in the spring, and I miss our memories in this purple beauty. ...
When I was eleven or twelve, I met you so similar to me. One sunny spring morning, I was walking in the park, but I didn't expect you to sit on the stone bench and read quietly. Hearing footsteps, you raised your head, looked at me gently with smiling eyes and told me to sit down and play together. When we were children, our hearts were so pure that a friendly smile made us friends.
The days of your company passed day by day, and before long, the school sports meeting was held. Although my sports performance is in the middle, long jump and sprint are my strong points, so I participated in these two events with confidence. My classmates trust me very much and hope that I will make a splash in the competition. However, some students think that my sports achievements are not outstanding and look at me with incredible eyes. You are wearing a light purple dress, and your eyes are shining with excitement and encouragement. Hold my hand and say, "Come on, you can do it!" " ""well, I won't live up to my expectations! "
"Ready-"Upon hearing the password, our sprinters immediately kept a high state of tension, quickly squatted down, looked forward and prepared to sprint at any time. "Go!" At the command, I rushed out with my eyes fixed on the runway and my arms swinging rapidly. All my attention is focused on the game, and I keep surpassing one opponent after another. "Near, there are 50 meters!" I am proud to think that victory is just around the corner! Suddenly, I screamed "Ah". When I turned the last corner, I tripped and fell to the ground, my body suddenly tilted, my brain suddenly went blank, and I watched others run to the finish line blankly. I tried to get up quickly and try my best to recover the gap, but my ankle ached sharply and I struggled to get up with my hands. I staggered to the finish line and only got the seventh place.
The students were stunned by this scene. "What a pity ..." Someone sighed regretfully. Then someone said, "Some people bite off more than they can chew! It will fall! " When I heard this, my heart was half cold and I suddenly felt the urge to cry.
But at this moment, you immediately ran to help me out, got on the bike and woke me up. "Come on up!" You know my doubts. When I get on the bus, you step on the pedal slowly. April wind mixed with the fragrance of vegetation, warmed by sunshine, stroking my tearful eyes. The car stopped in an alley. At this moment, a large piece of wisteria jumped into my eyes. Is that the most beautiful amethyst in the world? Pale yellow flower heart, lavender petals are slightly rich, who ordered a drop of purple ink around the petals, and the thick color fainted all the way, leaving only a little pure white flower heart. The pouring flowers danced like wind chimes and wind, rendering this extremely ordinary alley into a beautiful spring scene. I carefully studied the folds that sparkled in the sun, so beautiful that I forgot myself for an instant, and my grievances were much lighter.
"When I am unhappy, I will look at these flowers. It seems that everything is not so important? " You still pretend to smile, "don't care too much about other people's opinions, I'm coming!" " "You hold my hand that has become cold because of embarrassment and convey the temperature in your hand to me. Purple skirts are dancing happily in the wind. I finally smiled through tears. Your gentle voice, like the spring breeze, melts into a warm current and pours into my heart. 、
I stood in this alley again, sketching my heart and joy, and my dreams and memories crossed instantly and opened all over the sky. That memory grew into a pure flower, fragrant season after season. When I hold out the fleeting sweet wine and invite you to drink it, it is warm and makes me drunk first.
It's good to have your warmth. There are many fascinating times in my life, and the short messages sent by my brother fascinate me even more.
In the afternoon, my mother ordered us to do something, and if we didn't do it well, we would confiscate the mobile phone we just got for a few minutes.
I couldn't help it that day, so I scolded her and sent her a few net words. I didn't expect her to be serious, so I ran angrily to my father and showed him the message. Ma Chang, my father, came into my room, hit me and cursed at the same time. "You heartless son of a bitch, I don't kill you even dare to scold me your mother. Will you swear again in the future? " I cried and said, "I dare not. I will never scold again." Dad stopped.
I hid in the closet and cried. And my mother is like a monk reciting scriptures on my side. "Dad hit you because you did something wrong. Mom and dad taught three-character classics and disciples' rules since childhood ... "
"Get out!" I shouted in the cupboard, "Go away!" But my mother kept talking, but I didn't listen at all.
Later, my mother finally left. I turned on my mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. I saw my mother typing for me crazily on her mobile phone, and the other person was typing over my head.
At this time, my brother sent a short message, "Brother, are you all right!" This is a sentence that my brother often says. "Elder brother, are you all right!" Usually I don't think this sentence is so warm, but I saw this sentence at that time, "Brother, are you okay?" Moved to cry again. I quickly replied to my brother with a tearful hand: "I'm fine."
It's good to have the warmth you gave me (article 4). When is the sunshine warm?
Sunlight is warm when it provides bright light on the dark and lonely path, and it is also warm when it presents bright reflection for the flowers that will wither and wither.
Sunshine is a clear spring in the desert, bringing coolness to thirsty people. Sunlight is a breeze in summer, which gives the rest of the tropical zone to the fidgety people. Sunshine is a bright light in the dark, bringing hope to those who are afraid; What is sunshine? That thing that I will never forget, like warm sunshine, shines on my heart.
If history suddenly turns over in the torrent of time, what aftertaste will it leave us? If fate changes the written fate, what wonderful meeting will there be?
I am getting rid of the gloomy arm of time and walking on the edge of time in a daze. I looked blank and suddenly didn't know what to say. Looking at the scene of knowing things and seeing things, there is an indescribable surge, and it is unclear whether it is anxiety or happiness.
The sun is shining. You, two poor kittens, waved to me under the oblique light, as if to say, "Hello!" " "How much I want to take you home, but I can't, so I must come here to see you often.
It's good to have the warmth you gave me. I keep telling myself that you should write an article to bid farewell to your past sadness, even if it is one, just one. The content must be warm and beautiful, and it must be warm and beautiful.
On a warm and beautiful afternoon, sit at the table and write down these warm and beautiful words. I slowly opened the window with a lazy attitude, let the sunshine pour down, break into small pieces and scatter on the table, like flowing happiness. My attachment to the sun is absolutely no less than my dependence on the night. The color of the sun is golden, like those dreamy sunflowers in the hazy sky. I have always believed that they really existed, and now they have quietly opened for me in some corners of my memory, making me believe that the world is full of hope and love.
Good, warm and beautiful.
When I was a child, I imagined that I had a castle with warm pink tones on the walls, and there was an endless garden outside the castle. The garden is full of intoxicating calla lilies. I have a black kitten, who likes to bask in the sun in my calla lily tide. Now, I hope to take a steady step and find a warm and beautiful corner away from the noise, where I can draw or think, and of course, I can hold my little black cat who loves to cheat.
I curled up in such a warm and beautiful corner, the pink flowers gave me a faint fragrance, the shadow of the sun danced intimately around me, and I hummed lazily and sang the beauty of the world. In an instant, light and shadow met heartily, petals danced wildly, and the wings of birds trembled slightly, brushing my tender shoulders. The damp light moss on the wall contains eternal hope.
Back to reality, the purple wind chimes are still shaking in front of the window, and the dust in the air grins at me. In a warm and beautiful afternoon, the sun quietly permeates everyone's heart, and the air is filled with traces of mottled sunshine. I seem to hear the sun whispering.
I have a dream, which is full of the fragrance of sunflower. The golden sunflower is quietly blooming for me, full of hope and fantasy, and the dream is warm and charming. By this feeling, I know how many flowers fall in my dream. I picked up my precious oil pastel and drew many flower buds on the trees in winter, which made them contain countless hopes and made everything get better slowly, really.
Honey, put down your sad bag and listen to me quietly. We need peace, sunshine and outdated sadness. We need the radian of the corners of our mouths to make life wonderful and bright. Life is warm pink, and everything is so beautiful.
On a sunny afternoon, write down this warm and beautiful music to warm your heart.
-written in the midsummer of 15.
It's good to have the warmth you gave me. Composition (6) The sound of spring thunder deafened you, and it rained cats and dogs.
Love has just arrived in May, and the songs of labor are everywhere.
The golden ears of wheat are shaking in the field, and the construction site is busy against time.
Adhere to all walks of life during the holiday, and I will send a glorious hymn!
The desk calendar on the desk has been filled with a page, which is a habit formed from the university, but it is only implemented during the exam week. At that time, there was no desk calendar, so I drew the date and week in the draft book, circled the date and subjects of the exam in red, and then simply made a backward review plan, and then crossed out the date of the day every day, which would be more urgent. As time goes on, the pressure will increase day by day, but the plan is always there.
Now at the end of each year, the laboratory will issue a desk calendar for the New Year, either from the school or from the company. When you get it, you should first look at the red sun, which is a public holiday in Korea. Since festivals are never closed here, if you touch last Saturday and Sunday, you will have to admit that you are unlucky. . I don't usually see him in this calendar on weekdays. At most, I want to see the corresponding date of the week, or circle a certain anniversary or meeting.
Since last month, the calendar has been requisitioned again. Looking at all kinds of diagonal lines, plans and reminders, I feel that this calendar has become heavy and very satisfied. .
Tomorrow I will turn over a new page, which is very important to me. All the instruments and equipment of my project have arrived, and the experiment will start next month. Although I was reluctant to do this experiment at first, it had nothing to do with my graduation, and even if I did, the experimental data could not be adopted by the company. After all, it can't meet the requirements of the company's practical application. . But at this time, I did data analysis, I wrote the experimental scheme, and I asked for the experimental equipment. Naturally, I will be responsible for the end, do the experiment well, and hope that there will be good results. . Next month's meeting report. .
I have more important things next month, that is, graduation and defense in June. Now I have encountered some small problems in the experiment. While I am anxious, I comfort myself that I can't panic. I want to take it step by step, and I believe it will solve the problem.
There will be a seminar tomorrow, and the publication of the first issue of Mechanical Society 1 1 has started next month ~ ~
I think next month will be very hard, but I think I can do it well and I must do it well. Come on ~ ~ ~
I believe there will be a rich, hard-working and fruitful May, so come on ~ ~ ~
It's good to have your warmth. There are many fascinating times in life, and the short messages sent by my brother fascinate me even more.
One afternoon, my mother asked us to do something in a commanding tone. If we can't do it well, we will confiscate the mobile phone we just got for a few minutes.
I couldn't help it that day, so I scolded her and sent her a few net words. Unexpectedly, she took it seriously and angrily ran to tell her father and showed him the message. Dad came into my room at once, gave me a good beating and cursed at the same time. You heartless bastard, even your mother dares to scold me if I don't kill you. Do you scold or not? I cried and said, I dare not, and I will never scold again. Dad stopped.
I hid in the closet and cried. And my mother is like a monk reciting a composition on my side. My father hit you because you did something wrong. My parents taught three-character classics and disciples' rules from an early age.
Go away! I shouted in the cupboard, you go away! But my mother kept talking, but I didn't listen at all.
Later, my mother finally left. I turned on my mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. I saw my mother typing for me crazily on my mobile phone, and the other person above me was typing.
At this moment, my brother sent a short message, Brother, are you all right? This is a sentence that my brother often says. Dude, are you okay? Usually I don't feel how warm this sentence is, but when I saw this sentence, are you okay? Moved to cry again. I quickly replied to my brother with a hand full of tears. I'm fine.
It's good to have the warmth you gave me. One morning, there was a strong wind and a thunderstorm outside the window. "Boom-boom!" I was awakened by the terrible thunder. I got up, went to the window and looked through it-it was raining heavily outside! There is a mist floating on the roof, like a fairy covering the house with gauze. The water in the street is so deep that it becomes a "stream".
Suddenly, a little red dot suddenly appeared-Oh! It turned out to be a cleaner. The cleaner, wearing a red raincoat, bent down in the heavy rain and put bags of garbage on the garbage truck. The garbage on the truck became a hill.
On his way to another dump, he saw a milk box. He bent down to pick it up, shook his head and sighed, as if to say, "People nowadays are really wasting food!" " "He picked it up and threw it into the garbage truck. Then I thought: His clothes won't get wet! If I were you, I would take shelter from the rain. Every time I walk through the garbage pit, I hold my nose and run forward. But uncle threw large pieces of radish skin and bags of garbage into the garbage truck again and again. At this time, a garbage bag broke and the leftovers leaked out. He is not afraid of smelly and dirty, so he holds up the food and puts it in other garbage bags. When he rode away, the car was full and all the rubbish fell out. At this time, I thought I was a passerby, so I went to help him pick up garbage! Although I don't know his name, I admire him very much!
This ordinary cleaner reminds me of a famous saying: "People live to make others live happier!" Perhaps, the cleaner didn't know this sentence, but he told us the true meaning of this sentence with his unknown actions! Because he brought us the warmest beauty!
It's good to have the warmth you gave me (Article 9). Big eyes are like bright stars in the night sky, emitting the light of wisdom, and gently drawing an arc crescent eyebrow above the eyes. White oval face and delicate facial features, when laughing, look like a graceful magnolia flower. Never wear heavy makeup, wearing simple but extremely fresh and elegant. If she walks past you gently, you will feel an elegant breeze blowing.
Her name is Jojo. She is a very simple and cheerful girl. She can always read my mind. Anyone who knows her can't help exclaiming, "What an understanding girl!" Instead, she smiled and said modestly, "That's because good people always have a crystal clear heart!" " "
One day, the wind was very strong and the sky was full of dark clouds, like the bottom of a pot that was going to be pressed down. We had to run home. When the elevator showed Jojo's floor, we vaguely heard a whisper:
"Why don't the family come out? The electricity bill has been in arrears for almost a month! "
"Look at this magnificent gate. Must be a rich family. How can you owe money? "
"That is, that is ..."
Jojo and I walked out of the elevator door. I looked at the people whispering in the arms of the "Hydropower Management Office" with extremely strange eyes, and reluctantly left the pie mouth: "It turned out to be the person who came to collect debts ..."
Jojo frowned and suddenly took out his pocket. His eyes suddenly sparkled.
I saw her walk up to the manager, smiling. The arc on her lips is like a quiet meniscus: "Uncle, I am a relative of this family, and I can pay back the debt!" "
"What? ! "Men stared at two eyes in disbelief. A puzzled look flashed on a person's face: "Little sister, don't make such ridiculous jokes!" " ""Yes, eighty-nine yuan is not a small sum! " Another busy chimed in. I forgot my image. I rushed up and grabbed her arm and shouted, "This is money for your birthday present ..." "Xiao Xuan, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Shouldn't we pay the electricity bill at home? What's more, it is in arrears! " Jojo's serious appearance made me speechless.
Jojo handed a bill from Qvanxian Zhang to one of the administrators. The man quickly reached out and caught it, took out the remaining eleven yuan from his wallet and gave it to Jojo. He was satisfied and hurried into the elevator with other administrators.
Jojo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a long sigh of relief, and smiled like a peach on a sunny branch: "There is only one old man in this family, and his daughter abroad bought him a house. He may not know that he is in arrears with the electricity bill, and he has been complaining that the lights at home are not very bright these days. Birthday gift ... yes, it is this precious memory! " I held her hand tightly for a long time before I walked into her door.
Maybe Jojo did something silently, and the family may never know. That day, although the cold wind was howling outside, it was indescribably cold. I have always felt that the world is really cold sometimes, but that clever, simple, helpful and considerate figure makes this cold world suddenly warm up.
(PS: This article may make you feel unreal, but I hope you can understand, thank you! )