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Xiaomei is a clever girl. No matter who it is, as long as you see the handicrafts made by Xiaomei with her hands, they will be full of praise. No, Xiaomei's school is going to be held late overnight, and Xiaomei falls asleep.

Xiaomei's left hand and right hand quarreled, and her right hand said contemptuously to her left hand: "Look, if I hadn't drawn those beautiful figures, everyone would have said that Xiaomei would have been the "King of Skillful Hands" competition in the Lord's annual "Who is the King of Skillful Hands". How can a man be called the King of Skillful Hands"?

The left hand blushed and said to the right hand: "Brother right, don't be so arrogant. If I hadn't held on to the paper, no matter how beautiful and good your drawing was, it would always be a piece of paper and would not have become a handicraft!

The right hand listened and said to the left hand menacingly: "If you don't have me, you can only cut one."

The past is constantly flowing in my memory, and one of them is like a beautiful, fatherly wave that often comes to my eyes. It's so mundane, yet so unforgettable. That was when I was in the fourth grade.

When night was about to fall, I didn't bother to go home and put my school bag, so I got on the bus and hurried to the swimming pool. When I got there, I quickly changed into my swimsuit and plunged headlong into the icy water. The sound of the water in the swimming pool and the shouts of the coach were mixed together, and it seemed to have muffled the sound of the wind and rain outside the house.

The temperature outside the longing has dropped from more than ten degrees to a few degrees, but although we can't see the beads of sweat on our bodies, we can also feel the burning heat on our bodies. An hour passed, and the heavy rain did not seem to feel tired, but still strong and unyielding. One by one, we all took refuge in a nearby carport.

Even though it's summer, you can feel the biting cold of the wind. I took out my towel and wrapped it tightly around my body, quietly waiting for the rain to stop its roar. On and off several parents pick up their children.

The rain soaked my clothes, and I stood alone in the carport, making a look for help, but there was no one around. Looking into the distance, I vaguely saw a man laboriously riding a bicycle, wearing a raincoat and holding a large bag of things in his hand. The shadow was closer, closer, a familiar figure.

I immediately realized it was Dad. He waved his hand vigorously to the father who was looking around and looking for me, and shouted, "Here you are!"

Over here! "Daddy heard it and rode towards me at a faster speed. Dad got out of the car, hurriedly brought the bag of things, opened it and saw that it was a raincoat and clothes!

Daddy put that one over me. I looked at my dad closely: his hair was already drenched against his head, and his clothes were soaked.

At this time, my father seemed to be a few years older. Later, I found out that my father was delayed by the ribbon and I was looking for clothes, and in order to find me conveniently, he braved the heavy rain and rode a bicycle all the way to come with difficulty. The storm turned into a curtain of rain, and the curtain of rain turned into a light rain, and the sky finally cleared.

In the process of reading to my father, the surging tears wanted to burst out of my eyes, but I held back. I remember that after this incident, my father was sick and had a high fever because of me, but I never had a ribbon father send an umbrella or cover a quilt. After listening to me read it, my dad said something like this:

Do you remember this? I was surprised when I heard this, but after the surprise, I pondered: judging from my father's performance, I felt that I cared too little about my parents, and only thought that parents should take care of us.

From now on, I will show by my deeds that I love them.

Those who respect others will always respect them; Those who love others will always love them. —Mencius.

I believe that everyone cares for themselves, but while we care for ourselves, we can also try to care for others, because caring for others is ourselves.

Caring for others is a kind of happiness, caring for others is a kind of happiness, caring for others is caring for yourself, because only if you care for others, others will return you when you need help. Caring for others is actually caring for ourselves, and caring for others is the premise for us to be cared for by others.

To care for others is to care for all the people around us, to care for society, and to care for human beings.

We must face human disasters with love and courage, we must use scientific spirit and scientific knowledge to solve social problems, and we must lay the ...... for the future of mankind with a high sense of responsibility and wisdomThis is a heavy burden that every aspiring young person must take up to care for others, society and mankind.

In daily study and life, we must care for others bit by bit from time to place. Learn to be tolerant, to learn to praise, to learn to be grateful, to learn to apologize ......If everyone can do this, the whole society will be more harmonious and beautiful.

To care is to care and love, and it is everywhere around us. Each of us needs love, and love is indispensable in life, and others give us love, so we should care for others, so that the world will be full of love!

To care for others is to care for yourself.