Every time I cross the road, my father always extends a warm hand to lead me across the road. Every time I see him reach out to me, I always hold it happily, and I don't want to let it go for a long time, because it is always so warm and contains my hand and my innocent and imaginative heart.
Every time my mother takes me out shopping, she always holds my hand with that hand full of years. Her hand always holds mine tightly for fear of losing me. I often think that no matter what my mother will do in the future, she will try her best to hold my hand, for sure.
Every time I help my grandmother downstairs, her hand with protruding veins and faintly visible bones always tugs at me tightly for fear that I will let go. Her eyes are not good and she can't see the stairs clearly, so she always walks slowly and looks at me from time to time. Her eyes are full of dependence and expectation. Grandma is getting older and older, and my hands, like dead tree skins, are holding my hands tighter and tighter.
Every time I go shopping with my friends, she always holds my hand and talks to me. Sometimes it is inevitable to vomit, so she exaggerates with one hand, but she never lets go of my hand with the other, loosely. She never seems to worry that I will shake her hand. Indeed, I have never been apart.
I don't know how long those hands can hold me. Maybe there will be more hands holding my hands, but maybe one day, there will be no hands around me, leaving me alone. But even so, I will miss the hands I shook and shook. They brought me far more than confidence and courage. They let me know that I am not alone.
Thank you for accompanying me to write down my youthful hands. Can I never let go?
Shake hands composition 500 words (2) "Shake hands" is the acquaintance of two strange hands, which is warm, polite and encouraging. Reminds me of the first time I answered a question, Teacher A shook hands with me.
I remember once in a Chinese class, the teacher asked a question, and only a few people in the class raised their hands. Teacher A's unwilling eyes swept across every student. I'm a little scared and hesitant. Shall I answer it? Answer it. What if it's wrong? Is it too timid not to answer? My heart is like a frightened rabbit, running around, raising and lowering my hand slowly, and then raising it slowly. What should I do?
When I hesitated in my heart, Teacher A's eyes stayed on me. It seems that Teacher A saw through my taboo and looked at me with encouraging eyes. The teacher's eyes seem to have a kind of magic, which makes my confidence increase rapidly. The hand I raised again did not drop, but became more firm. "Ok, xxx, you answer." Suddenly the eyes of the whole class gathered on me, which made my heart contract nervously again and I was a little breathless. But then teacher A's kind smile calmed me down slowly, took a deep breath and secretly said, "xxx, come on, you can do it!" "
So, I quickly and loudly announced the answer to everyone. At this time, I found that the teacher's eyes were a little surprised and soft. At this time, the teacher reached out to shake my hand, and I subconsciously reached out. In an instant, the cold little hand was covered by the teacher's big hand, and suddenly I became confident, and I didn't hesitate to speak, but it was smoother. Since then, my speech has become more and more active.
I don't know how to gain confidence, but I believe that a warm handshake is the beginning of confidence.
In the past, I always liked to shake hands with the same person. He is a neighbor next door to Auntie Hotel.
He is an old man. I don't know how old he is, where he lives, and I haven't even asked his last name. However, whenever I go to my aunt's restaurant, I will run to shake hands with him, and he will gladly choose to shake hands with me, very hard and tight. It seems that because of this, the hotel has a different sense of intimacy. But I went to see the old man the other day, and I still ran up to shake hands with him excitedly. He has no expression, and my hand can be withdrawn at any time. He doesn't hold it tightly, as if he doesn't know me. I let go, strange and lost. I suddenly realized that the temperature of that hand no longer belonged to me.
It's simple. People are getting old. Just like the green hills in winter are not green, the green leaves are no longer green, and the peach blossoms are not red. The cold snow froze the perception of body shape. The old man had cerebral thrombosis, and he remembered that I was lucky. Going to my aunt's house now, old people are rare. Maybe he is recovering from illness or sleeping. I feel a little uncertain. But I'm sure he won't hold my hand tightly anymore. Suddenly I feel that life is so fragile. He will soon take away our only consciousness, and maybe we won't have time to enjoy anything.
Thought is the fastest, just as thought always transcends the physical form, although the physical body is no longer dominated by the soul, and even the soul is dead. Some people will create eternal ideas. Even if you are not a celebrity, at least someone will cry for you when you die. Thrombosis slows down the actions and reactions of the elderly, but nothing can erase the soul. He still wants to hold my hand, I think so. He also wants to say: the future college students are coming! I think he is silently blessing now. The falling of the stars represents the end of a life. Did the old man see his dim star? Has it been watching? Maybe he is doing the only thing with his broken brain. He knows what that means.
What is he doing? I don't know. But I know that he will never look at the stars by the window. Until it falls. Disappear without a trace
Guo Moruo said: There is nothing more precious than youth in the world, but youth is also the easiest to die. The most precious thing is not cherished, but the most perishable thing is promoting its disappearance. He who can stay young forever is a great man.
Youth came quietly, and we accepted it defenseless. At first, I didn't care or cherish her. Later, I gradually realized that she contains the "treasure", vitality and time that we want all our lives!
When I wake up in the morning and open my eyes, it is another day full of new hope and vitality. Listening to the birds singing in the bird's nest, singing happily, watching the bright green grass on the roadside and dancing with the wind, everything looks so beautiful! We also devote ourselves wholeheartedly to learning. We are busy reviewing, reciting and discussing problems in the classroom. On the playground, we ran, played and exchanged secrets with each other. Everything was so orderly.
We are sailing on the confused sea, and the vast sea is shrouded in clouds. She is an ideal sail, giving us the courage to face difficulties. She is an excellent sailor and pointed out our confusion. The road to sailing is not smooth, and there are failures far from success, but we are not afraid of failure, because we believe that everything can be started all over again!
"How many things, never worry; Heaven and earth turn, and time waits for no one. Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day. With such courage, I can let the boat of life ride the wind and waves. Start a journey of youth, long for happiness, pursue tempering and hope to conquer ups and downs. I believe that the road ahead needs today's strength. I believe that the dawn will not stand up. I believe that the effort will be rewarded, breaking the peace of life and always letting the sun shine on the flowers in the wind when I am cold and warm.
Time moves forward in the torrent of history, life is tenacious in the baptism of years, and our youth is a loud battle song! Let's shake hands with youth!
One day, there was an activity in the class. Every student has to go to the podium to shake hands with Teacher A, and then he says something to the teacher.
The handshake began, but the audience was silent. A few tens of seconds later, the always careless little boy came up with a big smile, only to see that he carefully stretched out his right hand. Teacher A immediately took his hand with a big smile on his face. Before Xiao could speak, Teacher A said, "You are really good! We must continue to work hard in the future. " The audience immediately burst into warm applause.
After breaking the deadlock at the scene, several students came forward to shake hands with Teacher A one after another. Perhaps because I was too nervous, most of my classmates remained silent. "Dadada", time is passing. Finally, little B in the front row got up the courage to come up. It seems that under his influence, the number of people going up suddenly increased. Looking at their cheerful expressions after coming down, I finally decided to go up and shake hands with Teacher A. ..
As soon as I made up my mind, I suddenly became nervous and felt my heart beating loudly. I took a deep breath, stood up and walked onto the platform. Teacher A has smiled and held out his hand. Those big hands are particularly warm at the moment, and my tension suddenly disappeared. I sincerely said to Teacher A, "Teacher A, your class is lively and interesting. I believe that with your help, my composition will definitely improve. " Teacher A said to me sincerely, "You are very serious in class. I hope you can have your own new world on the road of writing! " "Looking at Teacher A's sincere eyes, my eyes suddenly got wet.
After walking off the stage, I took a deep breath and felt very relaxed. Although everyone only had a few seconds in this handshake, it was these short seconds that made me feel unusual. I really want to shake hands with other teachers.