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This essay is very simple and can be written in the following ways:
1.Write about a phenomenon in life through which some kind of object is on the verge of collapse because it is supported and the thing is resolved. (It's realistic).
2.You can write about a person who encourages you to get spiritual support, so as to get the motivation to move forward, overcome difficulties and pressures from life or work, etc., such stories must be in life. (This is writing about fiction, writing about the invisible spiritual power).
3.It is possible to write about the supporting phenomena in the game, so that people can get some kind of enlightenment.
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When I was very young, it was popular to watch a game in which a child put his hands in the palms of his parents, put his hands on them, and let his feet go free. I love the feeling.
I always begged my father, and sometimes my grandfather, to spread out their big rough hands and help me. Hold your hands and your feet in the air. Every now and then, I really felt the big hands that were supporting me quickly tighten and grasp my little hands.
Although those big hands trembled in the support, they held the joy of my childhood steadily.
Later, as I grew up and grew taller, I could no longer fly in the palm of their hand. I learned to play parallel bars. Yes, with your hands in the air and your feet in the air.
However, the feeling of taking off is no longer the joy of flying, but the tremor of fear. What is grasped in the palm of his hand is no longer warm care, but a cold metal bar. The palms of my hands became numb under the influence of temperature or pressure, and I lost my balance.
I never understood why the parallel bars tamed in the concrete floor made me feel so insecure, while the hands of my loved ones could give me solid warmth in a slight tremble. Only now do I realize that in fact, the source of support is love. When I was a child, I relied on the power of love in those big hands; Growing up, I was afraid of the indifference of parallel bars.
Trees support the birds' nests. The birds sing carefree every day because they know that no matter what the storm, their home will be safe and sound. The majestic trees support the bird's paradise with love.
Marble columns support the vines. The vines take a leisurely walk every day, because they know that until the sea is dry, this tough Optimus Prime will stand here and let them climb and rest. The towering stone pillars support the future of the vine with love.
Support comes from love, which is a deep emotion poured out in an eternal posture.
The love that supports is flowing from heart to heart with strength. Just like the Chinese butterflies on the ice rink in Turin. They clasped their hands together, interlocked their fingers, and held their hands together, their feet free.
The love conveyed in that support made the injured Zhang Dan write the legend of chrysalis into a butterfly with a smile in the undried tears.
It is precisely because support comes from love that it will be sublimated in transmission and return. The birds released return the smart sky of the forest, the ripe vines return the joy of a bumper harvest on the stone pillar, and the victorious Zhang Dan returns an affectionate hug from his partner. And what do I use to repay the support of yesterday's love?
Maybe it's today and tomorrow.
Today, love is a growing struggle that supports the hope in the hearts of loved ones.
Tomorrow, love turns into a crutch and supports a brilliant sunset.
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the ground under your feet;
You are my crutch;
Shoulder; I have a belief;
The Normandy of the mind.
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Shoulders (this idea is more obvious, you can play in terms of fatherly love, responsibility, etc.).
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As the night fell, the cool breeze blew on my messy cheeks, and I sat alone on the rocks by the stream, looking at the gurgling water, and my heart was like the boundless sea, one moment the waves were turbulent, and the other moment silent.
Just as my thoughts were wandering, I asked, from a leisurely flowing stream
Mother's love is like a breeze, blowing away the haze in my heart; Mother's love is like sunshine, expelling the night in my heart; Mother's love is like rain and dew, nourishing my young heart. Mother's love is strong, like a glass of milk; Mother's love is deep, like a sea. One warmth, one intoxication. >>>More
Give me a fulcrum, and I can hold up the earth.
Archimedes. >>>More
Beautiful moments.
Heavens, I don't know when it was covered by thick clouds. There was a smell of sadness and despair in the air. ** thick clouds cover people's heads, and everything looks so gloomy. >>>More
My grandfather. My grandfather had big eyes, a high nose, and silver-white hair that stood on end, and he looked very energetic. He was always dressed in old clothes that had been washed white, and he was a little shabby. >>>More
Searching in the grass, in the moonlight, in the sky, in the world (there is an essay in a scarecrow about a man looking for something around the world).