Grandma's footsteps are light and soft, like the beautiful Huayin on the keys, like the crisp sound of pipa, and the four strings make a sound, like spinning. Every contact between the sole and the ground reflects a sense of art, but I have never found that the steps are so beautiful.
"Go to sleep!" Grandma came into my room and gently tucked me in.
A brisk footstep left me. Looking at the quilt and smelling the fragrance released from it, I couldn't help feeling that the footsteps were so fragrant. It was caring footsteps.
Footsteps flow through my heart like running water, nourishing me.
I was awakened by a nightmare at night and heard a series of footsteps with infinite care. I opened my silky eyes slightly and looked at the door. Oh, it's grandma! I'm not surprised at all, because grandma will come to my room every night whether she sleeps or not, either cover me with a quilt or turn off the lights, so there will be footsteps every night, which is silent footsteps.
Grandma will send me to and from school every day, and every time after school, what I expect most is to hear the familiar melody from the crowded corridor of the classroom-grandma's sweet footsteps, which will relax my nervous heart.
That winter, I curled up in the corridor. It is snowing outside, and the snow is pure white. Now my eyes are inexplicably nervous. Why hasn't grandma come yet? Don't forget me. I was thinking.
"Son, I'm coming!" A snow-white snowman hurried towards me in the distance. It's grandma! Suddenly, my heart relaxed. Grandma put on my raincoat, took my cold hand with her warm hand and set foot on the way home. This is another happy step.
"Dadada" grandma's footsteps are easy to distinguish, it is the voice of love.
The voice of love 2 March, spring blossoms, breeds life and gratitude; In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, sowing the seeds of dreams; In March, students in Yu Ying listened to the voice of love.
On March 26th, a large-scale educational activity with the theme of "Listening-the Voice of Love" was held in the school playground. In this activity, we invited Uncle He Jihao, a famous Taiwan compatriot, to the scene to listen to the voice of love with us. In order to welcome this special guest, we have been busy for a long time, just to be able to calmly serve delicious hometown dishes on that day and warmly treat this distinguished guest from afar.
The enthusiastic "Welcome Dance" kicked off the long-awaited activity. The children of the dance team on the stage are not afraid in such a grand scene. Seeing their childlike pride and calmness, they were suddenly filled with fun. It also adds a bit of color to this activity, just like a beautiful landscape.
Hometown is a warm harbor for everyone. Uncle He, do you still remember everything in your hometown? Do you remember the taste of your hometown? The children of Class Two (1) led the "wanderer" who returned to his hometown to find the flavor of his hometown in the corner of Wenzhou, and performed the well-known song Tintin. The words "Qingming Bridge" and "Jiang Xinyu" came into view, which inevitably aroused many people's deep memories. He Bobo, handsome and approachable, also found the shadow of childhood from the performance.
The women's group of Class 5 (3) is good at singing and dancing, and interprets the well-known ancient poem "You Zi Ling" with beautiful voice and graceful dance. The boy group recited homesickness, clouds in hometown and come back with tears! Come back yo ... "It seems that every sentence deeply hurts He Bobo's heart, you see! When the audience quieted down, the stage was full of passion, and it was incisive in the interpretation. Uncle He couldn't help it any longer. He turned around silently, took off his glasses and gently wiped away the tears overflowing from his eyes. What this activity brought him was not gratification, but more touching. "Uncle He, often go home to see, my hometown Qian Shan Wanshui is shouting, often go home to see!" Listen-the voice of love is echoing. ...
The voice of love 3 The winter wind can't blow away the happy train. Every time I think of that night when the cold wind roared, the waves of love will overflow in my heart.
The cold wind outside the window, I stepped into the stairs, footsteps broke the silence, although I made enough psychological preparation, but my heart was always chilly and lingering. Fear was finally defeated in a protracted war that could not decide the outcome. I shivered and said, "Mom, sign it." Mother immediately put down her work, wiped her hands and came over. Everything is as I expected. In front of my test paper, the weather suddenly changed and dark clouds rolled: "What's the matter, math is only 90!" " ""I ... I was just careless. "I fought back the tears that swirled in my eyes." Carelessness, is this carelessness? If this continues, what will happen in the future! "I hate this kind of nagging:" That's enough, it's just an exam. Why are you so angry! " "I muttered. I didn't expect this to add fuel to the fire. With a bang, the door groaned in pain, and I fought back my tears.
The second day is full of sadness. When I got up, I saw that three slender Chinese characters had been written on the test paper. I went to school with a bag on my back and a little guilty.
After school, it was another night when the cold wind roared. I went to see my mother again and saw strands of white hair flashing between her black hair under the light. I couldn't help but burst into tears and rushed to hug my mother. My mother was surprised at first, then gratified and touched my head affectionately.
Ah, love, you are the back of Zhu Ziqing's father, the needle and thread in the hands of Meng Jiao's loving mother, and the red lotus described by Bing Xin. Let's listen to the voice of love, polish our eyes and feel the love around us.
The voice of love 4 There is a kind of voice that is hard to hear. Only those who are serious and careful can hear it, not because the voice is too low, nor because they can't feel it, but because the listener is not attentive.
When you grow up, you will feel that your parents don't love you enough, your friends don't care about you enough, your teachers don't understand you enough, and everything you do is not good enough, not serious enough and not confident enough.
Grow up, okay? Growing up is not good at all. When you grow up, you must learn to be sensible and obedient. When you grow up, you should learn to respect the old and love the young; When we grow up, we must learn to be meticulous, we must learn ... there are so many things that we need to adapt and learn slowly.
14 years old, an age that should have been full of laughter, but suddenly looked back in a drizzle, thinking hard about the past years and trying to find some shallow footprints from vague memories. ...
With the growth footprint I have traveled, I have gained the joy of success, understood the true meaning of life, overcome the stumbling block on the road of growth, and treasured the unique memories in the process of growth. At this time, I began to mature, gradually stopped hesitating and felt lonely and confused. I have my own ideal, and I no longer yearn for the beauty of the fairy tale country. I began to weave my ideals wholeheartedly.
In a flash, I understood that it was not that my parents didn't love me enough, but that I didn't listen carefully and didn't feel their warm love for us. It's not that my friends don't care enough about me, but that their footsteps are gradually moving away from the original track. They haven't found that behind them, their footsteps have been closely followed. It's not that the teacher doesn't know himself well enough, but that he relaxed himself and deserved it. It's not that I'm not doing well enough and seriously enough, but that I don't want to believe in myself and have enough confidence to face and try everything.
Life never gave up on me, just gave up on life. I learned to cherish and know that every bit of life is to listen attentively and feel the hearts of others with love.
Everything in life is beautiful, and the key is the mind and attitude of the viewer.
The voice of love is changing day after day for five days, the sun and the moon are constantly changing, the flowers are gradually fading in autumn, but the fragrance is floating in the wind ... Just like love, it permeates the air and warms the world, do you hear?
When you were young, you threw yourself into your mother's arms, and her mother called you in that gentle voice. This is the voice of love. When I grew up, I played outside with my friends and ran home dirty. My mother scolded you severely and then asked you with concern, did you fall? This is the voice of love; Time is passing, and you are growing. When you go to work in a foreign land, on the phone, my mother calls you with her yearning and warm voice. This is the voice of love ...
In class, the teacher's persuasive voice echoed in the classroom for a long time, which was the voice of love; When you make progress, the teacher happily touches your head and encourages you with kind words. This is the voice of love. When you make a mistake, the teacher is anxious and criticizes you with harsh words. This is the voice of love ...
In the orphanage, volunteers held the children in their arms and moistened the hearts of these little angels with sweet songs. This is the voice of love. On the bloody battlefield, a soldier shouted when he fell to the ground: "The motherland has won!" " This is the voice of love; On the ruins after the earthquake, there stood a familiar figure-Premier Wen. He held the hands of the people in the disaster area tightly and said, "Your pain is our pain, and your loved ones are our loved ones ... even if there is one percent hope, we should do our best." This is the voice of love ...
The voice of love rings in people's hearts all the time. From the moment of arrival, every life stood listening to this voice and whispering in the heart of another life. Love is everywhere, and every moment of life is full of love. Even if the cold of life surrounds you, don't panic, because the voice of love is always in your chest.
Where does the fragrance of vilen in autumn come from? -from the land where spring flowers are buried.
The cold moonlit night leaves only warmth. Where does the sound come from? -From your love all the time.
May the voice of love always accompany you and me!
The voice of love 6 Happiness is like scattered petals. Love warms the world, makes us cry, and works miracles, but love is so unknown. Listen carefully, love is around, look around, and love is earth-shattering. Tears are suddenly the voice of love.
During the Wenchuan earthquake, the rescue troops heard a weak voice coming from underground: "Help me! Help me! " The rescue uncle quickly dug up, and they struggled desperately. After a long time, the little girl came out The little girl said to her uncles in a weak voice, "Go and save my parents!" " "Rescue uncles.
Digging and digging finally found her parents, but this scene shocked everyone present! Dad's eyes are wide open and his hands are holding a brick stool. Mom did the same thing. Right between these two brick stools, the little girl survived. Why?
Why don't great parents close their eyes? Don't you trust that little girl? We love these parents, and at the same time, we never want to see such earth-shattering love again! Because they have paid too much and the price is too high!
Don't think that there is no love around you. Do you feel love when your mother prepares delicious hot meals for you? Father went out to earn money to support his family. Do you feel love? Do you feel love when the teacher corrects your mistakes over and over again? When you are sad, friends comfort you. Do you feel love? Do you feel love when your sister, brother, brother and sister help you share the burden? This country has built a special zone for us. Do you feel love?
Love is everywhere, as long as you listen attentively, you will find true love on earth! Listen to the voice of love, happiness is like scattered petals.
The beginning of this article is novel and has the function of taking a warning. The ending cleverly points out the theme and echoes from beginning to end. The author tells people what true love is with an incident that happened in Wenchuan earthquake. The emotional expression of the article is sincere and the narrative is vivid and concrete.
Voice of love 7 What is the voice of love? The voice of love is the gentle voice of mother; It's my father's harsh voice; It is the voice of encouragement from relatives; It is the teacher's praise; This is the voice of unity among friends. Among them, what impressed me the most was the gentle voice of maternal love.
I remember once, I went to a make-up class to make up lessons. When I went there, the sky was clear in Wan Li, but after class, it was cloudy, thundering and thundering, and it was raining cats and dogs. As I didn't bring my umbrella, I went to the gate and looked around. At this time, there are fewer and fewer students in the class, and almost all of them are picked up by their parents. Only I am still waiting anxiously. I thought to myself, "Mom won't forget to pick me up!" " At this moment, a familiar figure appeared at the gate, ah! It's mom! At the same time, my mother saw me, and ran to me, carrying my schoolbag, helping me with my umbrella and walking home in the wind and rain. My mother's umbrella is too small for two people to separate. At this time, my mother moved her umbrella to my side and told me, "Don't get caught in the rain, you will catch a cold." "Mom, I didn't get caught in the rain. You are wet in the rain, and you will catch a cold, too. You'd better move your umbrella to your side! " "Nothing, we are adults, we are sick, it is good to be' quiet', and you are children, weak in resistance, sick, unable to go to school, need injections, take medicine, and delay the course of the disease." After listening to my mother, my heart is warmer than holding the sun.
This is the voice of love, it has been with me, it accompanied me with a gentle and delicate voice, let me thrive.
It was an ordinary morning, and I was waiting for the bus at the station like many people. The thin morning mist makes me feel a little depressed, and people are sleepy, thinking deeply about the good dreams at night. The bus finally came. As expected, people were packed like sardines in a can.
I got on the bus with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man is very big. He is holding an oil cake in his left hand and a schoolbag in his right hand, protecting the boy in front with his body in a small yellow hat. He acted like a hen in the game of "the eagle catches the chicken", opening his arms and trying to protect the children in front of him.
As soon as he got on the bus, someone offered his seat to him and his children. I stood beside him. "Dad!" I only heard a hoarse sound. This is a terrible sound. It seems to have been suppressed underground for many years. "Dad!" The children shouted one after another. I couldn't help tilting my head and watching the child struggle. I'm sure he is a mute trying to make a sound. He is doing his best to vibrate the vocal cords and uttered an inaccurate and unpleasant "Dad!" "sound. Adults smiled at the children, holding handkerchiefs and wiping them on their chins from time to time.
Standing aside, I feel very unhappy. Perhaps I am indignant at the injustice of fate, or perhaps I am moved by the love and patience of my parents all over the world. I don't know what happened to my chest, but it suddenly went soft. Along the way, the children kept making that strange noise, and almost all the words were unclear, only the cry of "Dad" was so confident and powerful.
The bright sunshine sprinkled on the road, overflowed through the window, and was caged on the father and son who were talking loudly. It was so warm. Beauty became the most dazzling scenery that morning.
When I got off the bus, the sunshine was so warm that I was ecstatic. Remembering the dry voice, a warm smile unconsciously overflowed my mouth-in this ordinary morning, in the hurry that people walked by inadvertently, I am sure I heard the voice of love.
The voice of love 9 things are a dime a dozen. I am like a little silkworm, tearing and crawling around desperately in the busy years and in the silk surrounded by achievements. Looking back, I found that the footprints you have been accompanying, although ignored by me, did not go far.
The moonlight is very dark
With a clear knock on the door, my mother came in with a steaming plate of jiaozi and put it on the table. She said, "Eat it while it's hot. I will think about it later. I really won't ask the teacher tomorrow. " I listened and said impatiently, "why don't I think for myself and have to ask someone else!" " "Mom was speechless, closed the door and left quietly.
After a while, I heard my mother say, "Tomorrow you will accompany me to buy an egg tart for my son. No exercise. He studies late every day. How can he not eat? " Father said, "Do you still want to buy it for him after he talks to you like this?" The mother explained: "The child's idea is good. If he wants to do it independently, his tenacity is worth paying. " After listening, I realized my mother's selfless care and deep love for me.
The sun is sinking in the west
I opened the door, threw my schoolbag aside and found no one at home. There is delicious food and a note on the table, which says: We went out and didn't come back until late at night. Mom bought the book you want, and it is on your desk. Looking at this loving note, chewing delicious sweet and sour pork ribs, thinking that my mother is wearing a mask to cook for me, my eyes are moist. After dinner, I went back to my room and picked up my book. I remembered the hardships my mother gave me, and I made up my mind never to hurt my mother again.
In the busy and intertwined, there is no mother's position in memory, no mother's treasure, no mother's silent expectation of attention.
My mother's efforts, nagging and teaching flooded my mind, and I seemed to understand something.
At this moment, my mobile phone rang. "Did you eat, son? Mom will be back soon. " Listen to the voice of maternal love.
The voice of love 10 This colorful world is beautiful because of love, wonderful because of love, full of happiness and emotion because of love, beautiful and warm because of love.
Love is everywhere around me, and love stories happen all the time.
In the evening, after a hard day, I rubbed my tired eyes, closed the door, climbed into bed mechanically and folded the quilt. Looking up, the moon sister on the lamp is smiling at me, and the twinkling stars around her are squinting to sleep. What a sweet picture! Turn off the light, I lie on the bed, "well, I'm going to sleep, I hope to have a good dream!" " "I said to myself. It's very comfortable to hold the big white bear. I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of slippers hitting the ground outside the door, mixed with a rhythmic "plop" sound. Haha, it's dad mopping the floor! I listened quietly, and the sound faded away and soon disappeared. The room is so quiet. This is the peace of the night. Suddenly I heard the sound of slippers touching the ground from far and near, getting louder and louder and closer. "Is dad there? "I thought, I am very excited. Unexpectedly, the voice reached the door, suddenly stopped, stopped for a while, and then faded away until it was inaudible. Hehe, it turned out that dad passed by my door. Well, it's getting late. Go to sleep. I have to go to school tomorrow! I closed my eyes again and fell asleep soon.
The next morning, I was surprised to find some dad's clothes hanging on the chairs in the kitchen. Huh? Why didn't dad's clothes hang on the balcony? I ran to ask my father, and my father smiled and said, "Because the clothes were going to pass through your room, I saw you fall asleep last night, so I hung my clothes on the chair for fear of waking you up." I see. I suddenly realized. For an instant, my heart trembled, and I realized my father's deep love for me, the silent and imperceptible love.
Dad just smiled, but that's enough. Suddenly I feel that the world is infinitely beautiful. I can listen attentively. Dad's footsteps in the middle of the night are the sound of love.
The voice of love 1 1 Life is a radio, recording the bits and pieces of life. Let's open his heart and listen to the voice of love today.
Summer vacation, it was a sunny day, and I was lying in bed dreaming a beautiful dream. I slept until two o'clock in a daze. A familiar and gentle voice woke me up. It's mom. Her gentle voice and kind expression are just like angels. She lowered her voice for fear of breaking my eardrum. She gently lifted my quilt and said softly, "Let's go, or we'll be late." Hearing the word "late", I put on my clothes and went to school without saying anything.
Not long after this incident, my mother and I went to the pedestrian street again. I saw a shop selling Japanese goods. See things in a blur at a glance. So I had a brainwave and thought about playing hide-and-seek with my mother. Who knows, my mother can't find me and is calling me anxiously. I trotted all the way in the shop, looked around, and finally found me, and my heart fell to the ground. When I got home, my mother kept saying, "You can't do this anymore. What if you are cheated by a bad guy? "
Mom kept repeating on the road. Keep moving out old things. And said meaningfully: "You can't play hide-and-seek in the future, otherwise it will make people worry."
From my mother's words, I constantly feel her love.
On Sunday, my mother's words were completely forgotten in my mind. Release all the wildness. Just when I was in full swing, the familiar voice rang in my ear again. Soft voice, kind eyes, whispered: "Let's play together tomorrow. It is too late today. If you can't find the way, you will be in trouble. "
In order not to be late, not to be abducted, not to let me go, because it is too dark. Making a lot of love sounds will only make me happier. Thank you, mom.
The voice of love 12 Mom's voice is the most beautiful voice in the world. In my dream, I seem to hear her loving voice again.
At that moment, I dreamed that I was back when I was born. My pale mother was lying in the hospital bed, hugging me, and said softly, "Baby, do you know it's hard for mom to give birth to you?" I couldn't understand what my mother was saying. Because all I can do is cry and chew my fingers, which worries my mother.
I seem to be three years old again. At that time, I could only walk, talk and count. My mother took time out of her busy schedule to teach me. Sometimes, my mother will teach me a few English words. In my mother's voice, I heard the call of love.
I seem to be five years old again. One morning, my mother woke me up from a deep sleep and said kindly, "son, you are going to kindergarten today, where you will learn more knowledge." Come on! "I listened to my mother and stepped into the temple of knowledge. I remember that my grandmother picked me up when I came home from school that day. " Grandma, where's mom? ""Your mother went out to work and didn't come home until half past five in the evening. "How hard my mother works!
Suddenly, I woke up from my dream. It was my mother who called me in my ear and said, "get up, son!" " "I was awakened by my mother's loving voice. Mom was going out to work again, so I hid in a corner of the room and began to cry. But I didn't make any noise, because I was afraid that my grandmother would find out and tell my mother. I dried my tears and found that my mother didn't bring her bag. I quickly ran downstairs with my bag and sent it to my mother's work. My mother said kindly to me, "Thank you, daughter." I smiled.
At this time, I remembered a sentence that Dante once said: The most beautiful voice in the world is the mother's call. My mother's love grew with me.
The voice of love 13 is old, and people are old; Young people, young people, young people.
-Inscription.
My neighbor's grandmother is an old man in her eighties, but she is still very healthy. She can chop wood and transplant rice in the field.
The setting sun shines on the earth, and the golden afterglow is sprinkled on everything, adding color to the world. Plumes of kitchen smoke wafted from farmers' homes, and the smell of rice and vegetables wafted from the kitchen. It's time for dinner.
"Grandma, come and eat."
"Oh, I'm not ready yet, you eat first!" Neighbor grandma said.
Hey, who's grandma talking to? I was confused and puzzled, so I had to ask.
"Oh, that's my grandson," said the neighbor's grandmother.
"Grandma, your family is really harmonious! When are you happiest? "
"It's a long story." Grandma gave me a detailed answer.
It was a sunny day. In the morning, grandma just got up and felt a little abnormal and strange at home, but grandma didn't have time to ask more questions and went to work in a hurry. Go home at noon, there is no one. Maybe I went to bed! Grandma went to the fields as soon as she finished eating. The clear running water and gentle birdsong didn't make grandma feel comfortable. She is thinking.
Grandma thought for a long time, but she couldn't figure out a way. She worked and thought until the evening, when the moon showed half of her face. It was already evening when I got home, and the bright moonlight shone into the room through the window.
Hey, why is it so dark? Is it a thief? The more she thought about it, the more terrible she felt. She walked into the room carefully, and suddenly there came a voice-happy birthday to you! Best wishes for a happy birthday! Grandma's children came out with cakes lit with candles. Then grandma remembered that today was her birthday. She couldn't help being moved to tears.
At this time, a blessing is an interpretation of love. Love is silent, but it comes from this voice.
My neighbor's grandmother told me that this is a day that she will never forget, and she should remember this happy moment.
Listen to the voice of love 14, which sings between heaven and earth, regardless of time and space, regardless of each other, and keeps ringing with the existence and reproduction of human beings. This is the voice of eternal love.
"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every festive season." The strings of love quietly parted and came to us with its notes. "She sewed and mended carefully, for fear of delaying time and making him stay home", blood is thicker than water. "Parents are here, don't travel far." People who travel far away, please stop your hurried steps, turn around and listen to the gentle call. No matter how lofty the ideal is, please stop occasionally and listen to the warm call that haunts your heart.
"When we are in a foreign land, we miss our relatives every festive season." When we are far away from our relatives and friends, "we are all unhappy-until the end of the day, we met." . We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "Will ring in our ears. "I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. It makes no sense for westerners to go out." Who said that life is a person's life? With like-minded friends, that life is perfect. So, please sing "Friends walk together for life, those days are gone forever, a glass of wine for life, in a word …".
"I will never regret the widening of my belt. I will be haggard for Iraq." In the palace of love, sweet and intoxicating songs will always be sung. How many lovesick souls are "if two kinds of feelings last for a long time, how many people can understand the true meaning of love?" "Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, butterfly bewitched, Wang Chunxin cuckoo crowing", how many eternal expectations have been sung?
Friend, do you hear this sound? Have you heard the most beautiful voice in the world with love as the melody and affection, friendship and love as the notes?
The voice of love 15 recently blew a cold wind, and naturally I was involved again.
At noon this day, my father bought a watermelon to relieve my hunger, mainly to replenish water and detoxify me.
"Mom, please give me half a watermelon and I'll dig it with a spoon, ok?" "Good" sounds crisp and neat.
Before eating anything, I will let my elders taste it first, so I handed a seedless spoon in the middle to my mother, and her mother quickly waved, "I don't want it, you eat it, I don't want to eat it now." I turned to my father again. "I don't eat. I'm busy. I'll eat most of it later." Seeing that my parents didn't eat, I had to enjoy the fruit alone.
After I ate a small part of watermelon, my mother sealed most of it with plastic wrap.
After finishing my homework at night, my mother suggested eating watermelon, and my father agreed with both hands. However, I was obviously a little tired and casually said, "You eat, I'm going to wash and sleep, good night!" " "After hearing what I said, my mother immediately changed her mind." I didn't want to eat at first, but I got up at night. "Father chimed in," I don't want to eat, I'm drinking tea. "
After dinner at noon the next day, my mother said, "Eat the watermelon, or it will go bad!" " "Dad said I would cut, but I don't like to eat after dinner. Besides, the noon time is short. I said, "I won't eat if you haven't eaten yet." It's time for school soon. Goodbye. "
When I came home from school at night, I found the watermelon safely on the dining table. After the whole family agreed, this half watermelon was finally opened. ...