Essay on family, campus, and growth, ask?

This Lu Liang is hungry early.

Some say campus life.

It's boring, but I think campus life is colorful. During the lesson, we discussed the radical version.

Lie, express the right to each other. Once, I had a quarrel with my classmates over an issue, and everyone had their own opinions and couldn't reach a consensus. Later, we calmly solved the problem and everyone reconciled.

After class, I talked with the teacher and played chess, and we got along well and talked happily; After the meal, the students talked to each other about their hearts and solved problems, which made our friendship bridge stronger. We laughed and cried together, and helped each other when we were in trouble. During the school sports day, everyone cheered and cheered each other on, and we encouraged the students who failed, so that he could regain his confidence and no longer be discouraged.

I have learned a lot from the variety of campus life and realized the joy of learning.

Write about yourself to be real.

It's not about how expensive the words are.

It shows how talented you are.

Focus on reality. to be touching.

La-la-la-la-aa.

Moisturizing things silently.

The wind, silent, blew the earth green; Love, without words, nourishes the heart.

I used to think that my father was an emotionally dull person.

When I was a kid, my mother accompanied me when I flew kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bicycle, it was my mother who picked me up when I fell, and it was my father who stood by and shouted for me to get up and continue.

When I was a child, it was my father who beat me and my mother who drugged me.

At the birthday party, it was my mother who blew out the candles with me. It was my father who blew up the balloons for me.

My finger was infected, and it was my mother who was holding me tremblingly when I went to the hospital to get my bad nails removed and repeatedly telling me not to be afraid, and it was my father who was holding me tightly and silently.

Could it be that my father doesn't express his feelings, or is it ......

I began to search for answers with my heart.

Every time, my bike had a minor problem, but the next day, it was repaired and polished, only to find out afterwards that my father had done it.

The morning before each exam, I would have sharpened pencils on my desk, and only later did I know that my father had done it.

Every time I was angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen would light up, and I knew that my father had done it.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost always have a hot meal, and I know that my father made it.

The paper that was arranged on the desk was laid out by my father.

The beloved alarm watch on the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

Suddenly, I realized: it was not my father's "dullness", but my stupidity, that I did not appreciate the warmth that burst out from behind the silence!

The light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is speechless, and it warms the heart.

Fatherly love, wordless.

That's not a big deal, you should figure it out yourself.