Some people say that love is an invisible force, and love makes the world better. Yes, love is the source of hope. So, where is the source of love? I think dedication is the source of love. Listen to my father, in my hometown, there used to be an old cow, which was the most hardworking cow in the village for decades. Every day, the chickens crow and start to work, and they don't return to the cowshed until dark. Never know how to be lazy, let alone steal materials (crops). Year after year, the land in the village has been cultivated by it many times. Every gully and every piece of land has left its sweat and footprints. Once, one of my uncles suddenly fell ill. At that time, there was no car, and everyone was helpless. As a result, the old cow "stepped forward" and took his uncle to a county hospital far away, but his uncle survived. According to villagers' statistics, the scalper saved seven or eight people in just 20 years! Later, the cow got old and could no longer work in the fields. According to the rules of the village, people who eat meat should be killed. At that time, people were particularly poor and greedy for beef. However, the villagers are better to the cow: no matter adults or children, whenever they get close to the cow, they will slow down and lower their voices ... The cow died, and the villagers specially held a grand funeral and buried it on the most beautiful hill in their hometown. This is an unprecedented courtesy! Every spring, many people always send flowers to its grave. Maybe you will wonder why a cow has such great charm. I think this may be the power of obscurity and persistence! In retrospect, in our life, there are also many people like scalpers, who are quietly working hard in ordinary posts. For example, our dear teacher, like an industrious gardener, silently cares about our growth: a famous saying, a math problem, an ancient poem ... "Moistening things silently", let the seeds of science take root in our hearts, blossom and bear fruit, and let us become the pillars of the motherland. Maybe the word "dedication" is too broad. When I write here, familiar faces have appeared in front of me: there are heroes on TV, celebrities in newspapers, but more ordinary people around me, and their deeds always make me respect.

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