Some inscriptions about warmth 20

My dreams wander in real days. Ethereal, hazy, nothing

Yesterday, the dream woke up in the haze, and learned the haze in the clarity. It is stepping on the road paved by the sun, and in today's renewal with ideals, everything is so proud and free.

Transcendent and poetic, but everything is so hurried, the sun and the moon have learned to reincarnate, with the heart of bearing the unknown world, moving forward, so wonderful.

Natural, harmonious and full of emotion. However, the years have inadvertently kissed the forehead, pouring new hope and responsibility into your and my hearts, and everything has turned into eternity, silent rigidity.

The powerlessness of longing, the heavy burden, are all pulled in this day when the morning sun appears. I want to go back in time, I want to have everything in my arms and stop to my heart's content.

But after all, it's not in the past, dreams, in the ** 、、、

Maybe in that unobscure reality

The fish said, "You can't see me crying, because I'm in the water." The water said: I can feel your tears, because you are in my heart.

Dedicated to the years that have passed, the joy that cannot be grasped, that is, those who have come and gone.

It's a very mysterious question, I don't know what to ask.

A class is like a home, since it is a home, there will be many warm scenes, and the members of this family care for each other and help each other. When a person is accidentally injured, there are many people who go to help stop the bleeding or take him to the infirmary. Some people are criticized by the teacher, others will go to play with him, and little things like making him happy happen all the time, but there is one thing that I can't forget.

That was when I was 4 years old. The math teacher handed out the homework book and said very angrily; "This assignment is another big part of the people are all wrong, and only a few people are all right-.- Hearing this, many bowed their heads.

After class, the students were all sitting in the classroom sweating profusely to correct the homework that they couldn't start, and their bodies were all wet, but the book didn't move at all, and all the right people noticed the situation, and slowly approached the side of the people who wouldn't know, at first wet and bowed their heads**, gradually, they all stretched out their hands and pointed to the dazed classmates, "Division should be used here." "That's not how you use the kilogram here. ”.

After a while, many people's frowning brows stretched, and the corners of their mouths appeared cheerful colors, this is, the original teachers were also sweating profusely, they wiped their sweat while teaching carefully, and those who returned went to teach others, and soon, laughter spread throughout the classroom.

Now, helping others to wet a good virtue that should be spread "in every household".

Family affection is a cup of tea, faint, but it turns a thousand times, which makes me have endless aftertaste.

Family affection, a set of warm words, gives us too much love and care, let us spend our lives guarding and protecting it.

Mother's love is like the morning breeze, caressing my heart; Mother's love is like spring rain, nourishing my heart; Mother's love is like sunshine, warming my heart. The best things in the world are free, sunshine, air, and motherly love. —Epigraph.

It is said that God could not be everywhere and created the Mother.

When the wild antelope kneels down to the hunter just because it carries the baby antelope that is about to be born, will not your heart be shaken by the love of motherhood? When the old cow in the desert sheds tears and begs the passers-by to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, won't your heart be shocked by the mother's love?

Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, and it is maternal love that has made great people amazing, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, inspired the keen wisdom of scientists, and enriched the inner emotions of each of us. Mother's love is like a sky full of stars, dotted with stars, reflecting the hearts of each of us.

The world has become more colorful because of maternal love. The vicissitudes of life, the world changes, only mother's love can give us magical power, and the brilliance of mother's love will remain eternal.

Your mother is so troublesome! [Electrocute you], tap [ ] to see the emote.

A person grows up in this world, no one can always rely on you, you can only rely on yourself. So, I grew up alone, I was strong alone, I went through hardships alone, and then I finally learned to soar.

—Epigraph.

Inscription: It is difficult to persist in self and change oneself.

I'm willing to give up; I use companionship.

—Epigraph. sailing ships march forward in the sea.

The inscription increases knowledge and gradually moves towards maturity, the bittersweet and bitter are more bitter and joyful--- the inscription, the bitterness and bitterness accompany me, the gray and gloomy haze seems to change the scenery, I find that the world is actually colorful and self-grained. —Epigraph.

Once upon a time, the desire for loneliness prompted me to want to suffer from the ....... of lonelinessInscription - Inscription.

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I held the wish of water and gold in my wings, and with the wheels of the years swirling, I dreamed with my straight hands, fell, and smashed the cold.

I hope to give some help and wish you something.

Growth has started from memory, and what I remember are beautiful moments and colorful childhood. The warmest picture in your memory, or the warmest picture you want to get, must have the laughing snail of childhood, the warm grass house, very beautiful.

—Epigraph.

Stepping through the singing flower season and the poetic rainy season, I suddenly found that the laughter and sadness of the past have been quietly placed on the pillow side of the old days, and the magnificent red glow in my eyes when I was a child was taken away by the geese who returned late, and there was a lack of naughty and innocent brilliance in my eyes. "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk", now it seems that it is just a new word that is forced to say sorrow.

However, the price of growing up brought me a lot of real troubles ......—Epigraph.

1.Growing up is lonely, but grasping it well is joyful.

2.We're going to write an essay about growth, and the inscription that needs to be prescribed is probably like this:

Growing up is a spring ,..

Growth is summer. Growth is autumn.

Growth is winter.

The poet Bingxin said: "When the wind and rain in the sky come, the birds hide in their mother's nest; The storm in the world came, and the daughter hid in her mother's arms. "Home, isn't it just to embrace you and me? —Epigraph.

I live in an ordinary family, my father, my mother, my brother and I are happy members in this warm "temple", my brother and I are the beloved "angels" of my parents, they love us as much as we love them.

Dad was two years younger than Mom, and when I was a kid, I thought it was funny. One day, I raised my head and asked my father, "Dad, everyone is big with my father, why is my mother the big in our family?"

Dad's face turned red, and he was stunned for a long time: "This ......."This ......No matter how big or small......"Dad opened a taxi and came back late every day, and Mom always sat at the dinner table and waited patiently. One evening in the middle of winter last year, the north wind was howling outside, the snow was falling, and my father still didn't come back very late, and my mother was so nervous.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes......Mom finally took Dad's arm and walked in, it turned out that Dad had run a long distance. I saw that my mother was busy bringing washing water to my father, and she was busy with hot meals, and she looked sweet. I playfully leaned into my father's ear and whispered

Dad, is this love? Dad pretended to be serious and said, "What do you know, child!"

I didn't back down and said loudly: "Well, no matter the size, no matter the size!" Before my father could raise his arm, my brother and I slipped into the back room.

My mother was very hardworking, and after being laid off, she was unwilling to be lonely and opened a small shop. When business was sluggish, my mother saved more and more, but my mother was very generous to us. Once, my mother said that she wanted to knit a sweater, but I was so happy that I quickly expressed my opinion on the color and style of the sweater, and the result was a white joy, it turned out that my mother was going to knit for my younger brother.

Immediately, I pouted, hid in the house and began to cry. When I came out of the house, my mother took the yarn and said to me with a smile, "How about it, do you like this color?"

Like! Like! I burst into tears and laughed.

Later, I learned that this opportunity was given up by my younger brother, and now that I think about it, I am really embarrassed, after all, I am a sister!

As for my brother and I, it was inevitable that we would get into a fight. My brother likes art, and I like **, so it's inevitable that there will be some friction in front of the TV. Just like that day, my brother said that he wanted to watch "teach you how to draw", but I insisted on listening to the song, so the war of words began to ......Thanks to my father's justice, otherwise I would have to surrender on my knees, and maybe I would have to sign the "unequal" treaty made by my mother, alas!

Look, this is my home, a ordinary, lively and lively small stage, no matter where I go, I will never forget the small world that exudes the fragrance of violet. Because I love my family!