I shared my father s worries and lightened the burden, what I learned

Actions speak louder than words.

750 words. Actions speak louder than words.

750 words - the eagle chooses the effort to fly, and the harvest is the extraordinary flying in the clouds; The cicada chooses the self-satisfaction of "knowing", and the harvest inhabits the mediocrity of the branches.

When Zhong Yong was young and sharp, did he ever think about the future of everyone? When Zhao Kuo was in battle and boasted, did he ever think about the death of people in wartime? When Ma Tan swore an oath in his tent, did he ever think about the two tears when he fled? As a result, the words and deeds were reversed again and again, and the curve of history was fixed.

In fact, the dialectic between words and deeds is like the relationship between water and buckets: air is like water like words and deeds, and only when there is more and more water in the bucket will the bucket become heavier. Zhong Yong, Zhao Kuo, Ma Yan, which one is not a "bucket" with good quality?

It's a pity that the buckets that don't fill the water are as useless as the cars that can't run, and if they really have to say something, then they can only be displayed in the museum of history books for later generations to learn from.

So someone said: Silence is golden. So Mr. Lu Xun also said: "If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence." However, it seems to me that there is a qualitative difference between silence and silence.

Not all silence is gold, and not all silence leads to perdition. Beneath the same surface of silence, there are two very different worlds.

In 1840, when the British guns opened the gates of China, and when Qi Shan and others exclaimed that the guns were irresistible, the Chinese people of insight chose to remain silent. However, this silence is not submission, but the silence of "action". Of course, only such silence can give birth to an outburst.

This leads to another kind of silence—a silence that is completely silent, a silence that foreshadows destruction.

Therefore, the role of "action" is obvious, even if there is silence, if there are sprouts of "action", it will also lead to success.

Of course, actions speak louder than words without putting words in a useless place. If success is a sailboat on the sea, words are the wind. The wind can not only help the boat break the waves, but also set off the waves to swallow hope.

If success is a field planted with wheat seedlings, words are rain. Rain can both moisten the earth and cause flooding for thousands of miles. Therefore, "deeds" are important, but "deeds" without the guidance of "words" will be a bigger lie.

When the eaglet chooses to fly in the clouds, it has to put in the effort, because actions speak louder than words; When you know that you have chosen the smugness of self-sufficiency, it is doomed to mediocrity, because actions speak louder than words.

It is said that parents are the child's support and the child's wings. When they shelter us, do we think of their toil and fatigue? Mom and Dad worked hard to make sure that we could live a happy life with plenty of food and clothing.

But I want to say that children are the hope and spiritual sustenance of parents and parents. Our growth always tugs at the heartstrings of our parents, and our every move is always tied to the eyes of our parents. Mom and Dad gave up everything for the sake of us.

They just want us to grow up and make a difference.

They have given us a lot to grow. On the road of our growth, Mom and Dad don't know how much sweat and tears they have shed, and how much hardship they have paid. Now we are advocating to reduce the burden on primary school students, and I think we want to reduce the burden on our parents and mothers.

Leave the task of learning to the students, let us think for ourselves, create for ourselves, and fight for ourselves. Give us some opportunities to experience and give yourself a relaxing vacation.

What have you learned, but you have to be good and reflective.

The influence of their conduct on you is what they have taught you.

Father is a great tome, and if you read him, you read the whole life. - Gorky.

Father, a familiar and tender term, beats in my memory, and he taught me a lot.

My father often travels on business, and I go for ten days and half a month, and my mother takes care of my life and study.

It should be written about the mother's. However, as soon as I saw this topic, I couldn't help but think of my father. Perhaps, in my mother's chatter, my father's teachings are so rare, so precious, and so unforgettable.

The father is very capable, and at home he can work as a plumber, carpenter, cook, nanny, ......He told me that it is useful to study well, but what should be learned more is comprehensive ability and life. My father never insisted that I attend this class or that class, but he asked me more to do housework, treat people, and have a wide range of hobbies.

If my father was at home, he would never ask my mother to do anything for me. After eating, consciously clean up the dishes, chopsticks, and dishes, consciously put away the schoolbag and lunch box before going to bed, take tomorrow's clothes, get up and consciously fold the quilt, and clean up the clothes ......All my consciousness was cultivated in my father's "strict" transmission and "Shen" teaching, and I benefited a lot.

Of course, what I remember most is an event that just happened.

That day, just after dinner, my father sat by the coffee table room and made tea. There are leftovers and chopsticks on the table. I didn't even look at it before I entered the room.

The moment I closed the door, I saw my father give me a meaningful look. I already felt something, but I'm too embarrassed to say it.

Hours passed, and the only sounds outside were the chatter of father and mother and the occasional sound of tea. It was as if I saw a table that was very incongruous. I couldn't help myself and ran out of the room to clean up the leftovers that were already cold.

After wiping the table, my father smiled and said something that made me very, very memorable: "Those who have done small things may not be able to do great things, but those who cannot do small things must not be able to do great things." This is how consciousness is exercised.

I suddenly remembered a little poem I wrote a long time ago: My father walked in front, and I only saw his tall back. I walked timidly on his big footprints.

From my father, I learned to consciously do what I can do, and at a deeper level, I learned that being happy to do small things can help you do great things, which should be the essence of wisdom in the life of the elders!

I have cherished many good things, but I have never cherished the love that my grandfather gave me. Due to my parents' busy work, I have followed my grandfather since I was a child, and everything I am in charge of is my grandfather. In winter, the river was bitterly cold, and my grandfather, who was over sixty years old, had to hobbled to the river with a large bucket of clothes, and washed the dirty clothes with his old and weak hands, while I snuggled up by the warm fire.

Later, I left my grandfather because of my education. Because the lonely old man thought of me, remembered the granddaughter with whom he used to spend day and night, and asked me to accompany him often. But every time I went, I only knew how to eat the good things that my grandfather left me.

I couldn't satisfy my grandfather's request to walk with him, and I listened to my grandfather's words even more absentmindedly. In his heart, he was looking for various reasons to leave as soon as possible, and let the sigh of his grandfather behind him drift alone ......

At that time, I never thought about it, why did my grandfather leave me all the delicious food, but I was reluctant to taste some of it. When I fell into the muddy water, who carried me home and cared for me? When my parents are not around, who gives me the warmth of my home ......At the time, it seemed that all this was as it should be.

It wasn't until one day, when my grandfather's kind face froze and his deep eyes closed forever, that I suddenly realized that I had lost many important things, a care that I could never experience again, a love that I could never get again, and I realized that because of my own naivety and selfishness, I failed to understand and treat the most selfless care in the world.

Grandpa is gone to me forever. I want to make amends for my past mistakes, take a walk with him and talk, but who will give me this opportunity to make amends?

I remember a philosopher once said, "When you have it, you don't think it's precious, but when you lose it, you know the happiness when you have it." I just verified this sentence.

Everyone has a time when "dusk", I have lost my grandfather's love, but I have learned to respect, love, respect and love all the old people in the world; I have learned to cherish and cherish the love of the elderly all over the world. Only by cherishing the love given by the elderly and those who are about to grow old can my soul get a little comfort. So that my twilight will not be bleak and lonely.

I learned to ask if I didn't understand. Ahhh