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Great love without a trace. Love is the catkins flying in the wind, looking for the harbor of the heart and the direction of life; Love is the dew that rolls among the flowers, nourishing the beautiful life. Yes, love is beautiful.
When the world chooses us, we have a fiery heart; When we choose the world, the world is beautiful because of us.
It was an unforgettable, (to say something).
Because of love, we have happiness, great love without a trace, great love without sound, great love boundless, with love, with love, we will see the most beautiful sunset, because of love, life is more exciting
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Warm as a spring breeze.
At that moment, a spring breeze swept across my face and warmed my heart.
Inscription. The love of parents is always so great and so touching. Every time you think of someone you want to thank, always think of your parents first. But he ignored the fact that his parents were born and carried a person who silently cared about him - grandma.
I thought of my grandmother and her love for me. Stuck in my mind, for a long time, for a long time, I couldn't wave my hand and disperse ......
Last year, when the end of the semester was approaching, I had to write homework and revise every day, and every time I stayed late. And what accompanied me was the sound of footsteps.
When that footsteps rang out, I knew it was grandma.
I immediately got up and opened the door, met my grandmother's surprise that she had time to hide, and slowly faded into a concerned smile on her wrinkled face.
Oh, I'm here to tell you to go to bed, it's late. Grandma's voice rang out in concern.
Got it, got it. I'll review it for a while, and you go to sleep first. I said.
Well...... thenGrandma didn't finish her words, as if she had something to say, but she went downstairs again.
I sat down at the table again, and thought to myself: Grandma is really, if you want to sleep, you can go to sleep by yourself, I still have to review. I put my hand in the hot water bottle while thinking about it. The cold fingers instantly warmed up a lot. After a while, he took his hand out again to write his homework.
After more than half an hour, I finally finished writing. I stood up with a heavy load. His hands were still cold, and his legs were numb, probably because he had been sitting for a long time. I was a little hungry and wanted to go downstairs to get something to eat.
When I got downstairs, I was stunned by what I saw. There was some food on the table, and a glass of milk that was a little cold. Grandma fell asleep against the table, covered only with a thin coat.
Seeing this scene, my heart seems to warm a lot. I immediately went to my room and got a small quilt for my grandmother and put it on her. At this time, the grandmother woke up.
Binbin, are you done with your homework? There's food on the table, you eat a little, and I'll warm up the milk for you. ”
I held the milk that my grandmother had just warmed for me, and ate the bread, and my heart was full of thoughts. The food was prepared by my grandmother, and the glass of milk, which I don't know how many times she ran for me, how many times it was hot when the milk was almost cold, and she fell asleep before she knew it. Grandma thought so much about me and accompanied me to review.
At that moment, it seemed as if something was pressing on me. In retrospect, it was my grandmother's love for me, bits by bit that came to my mind, all the laughter and memories.
The winter night is exceptionally cold, and at this time, it seems that a spring breeze blows, which makes my heart extra warm, and holding this cup of hot milk in my hand makes my heart feel a strong love.
My grandmother's love for me is like nectar that nourishes my heart; Like a fragrant flower that makes me drunk; It's like a spring breeze blowing on my face.
It was quiet and soft, and it touched my heart.
A wisp of spring breeze floated by, waving my sleeves, brewing this strong love in my heart......
Postscript. I wrote it myself.
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