800 Words Essay on Caring Xiaosheng knelt down and begged to be novel

Love. If the world is a hut, care is a window in the hut; If the world is a ship, then care is a light on the vast sea. It is a beautiful enjoyment to be cared for, and it is a noble and beautiful character to care for others.

Caring for others can start with small things, such as helping a classmate with homework, a good teacher's words of rebuke or a few words of encouragement can often bring unremitting motivation to students, or helping a blind person cross the street and talk to the elderly ......This is all a sign of caring for others, and if you give them love, then your own heart is good. Sukhomlinsky said: "If the joys and sorrows of every child beat at your heart and cause you to think, care and worry, then you are brave enough to choose the noble profession of teaching in which you can find the joy of creation."

It is precisely because of love that there is the joy of creation, and it is precisely because of the joy of creation that we are more full of loving emotions for education and students. The teacher has a lot of love for us, and her love is selfless! Our parents have given us love, and their love is great!

We must also learn to care, care for others, and care for ourselves!

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized to visit the elderly in a nursing home, where we helped clean up, served them tea, chatted with the elderly, and performed programs for them, they didn't know how happy they were, they couldn't even close their mouths when they smiled, looking at their bright smiles, I wanted to cry, they are old, and there is not much time left, shouldn't we give them more care, more love, and let them have fun when they are old?! I think their hearts must be warm!

Another time, I went to Huaqiangbei with my parents to buy things, my mother asked me and my father to wait for her below, she went to the women's world to buy clothes, I sat with my father and waited below, I saw a little girl, she was quite beautiful, and she was wearing an old school uniform, but she had no arms, she begged by writing on her feet, she had ink, paper and a small red bucket in front of her, a brush between her toes, dipped in ink, and began to write, she wrote four big characters on the paper: Happy Year of the Rooster. The words are still very good!

I think she's so pitiful! Without hesitation, I walked over and threw five yuan in the little red bucket, and then the people passing by gave their love, but what makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children and leave after a glance, without a little love, which makes those children suffer from a bad influence from an early age, which is not conducive to cultivating love. This little girl does not have a healthy body, does not have a happy family, and does not study happily in school, how she needs our love and warm hands!

Here, I sincerely call on friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Fill yourself and all those around you with love! Let the world be filled with love! Fill the world with love!

Love, love, love around, everywhere!!

Caring between people.

There are more than 6 billion people in the world, and people come and go. Some of them we know and some of them we don't. So what does it take between people to sustain each other?

Most of today's people love money as much as their lives, and they forget their righteousness when they see profit. The world now is an interactive world. If people only think about themselves and don't care about others, then the world is an indifferent world, so we should start by caring for the people around us.

We must first learn to care, thank our parents, and let them reduce the pressure brought to them by work, because we all grew up under the care and care of our parents; Then you should care for your friends and teachers, because they have all helped you and cared for you.

Now the trees in the mountains have grown taller, and the foliage has become thicker, and the leaves are swaying in the wind, like the waves of the sea. What's even more beautiful is that the mountains are full of flowers and grass, and from a distance, it looks like a green carpet embroidered with colorful flowers. The fragrance of the flowers makes people living on the hillside feel that their home is quieter than in the city.

The breeze blew in the Golden Valley Garden, and the leaves swayed with the wind, singing a cheerful song: "Boom." Boom...."The girl in the mountains sang beautiful songs and admired the beautiful scenery of the mountains from time to time.

The birds in the sky sometimes fly, sometimes fall and sometimes sing in the air, adding life to the beautiful mountains. However, what should we do if we are becoming more and more economically developed and constantly need to build high-rise buildings and require a lot of wood? People thought of cutting down the big trees in the forest, and then the big trees were cut down by stupid people, and the mountains were bare, like people without hair.

Therefore, we must care for the forest as much as we love our own lives, so that we can build the world of our dreams: the mountains are green, the water is clear, you can see the sand and stones in the water, and under the blue sky, the birds are flying freely.

Caring for others, caring for nature, let's write a beautiful chapter again...

Loving fatherly love is deep and subtle, it silently envelops me, giving me incomparably warm caressing. It's something I can't let go of. But from that moment on, I realized that fathers need endless love from their children.

It was the night before my father's 40th birthday, and I quietly leaned over my father's ear and asked him what he wanted for his birthday. My father patted me on the top of my head, smiled and said, "Son, I don't lack anything, you are my best gift."

I didn't say anything, I just thought that my father's love was taken for granted, and my lack of effort was "with a clear conscience", so I readily agreed.

That night, I woke up and found the lights in my father's room still on. In the dim light, Dad was already asleep, with an unfinished notebook crooked beside him. That's the coming-of-age diary he wrote for me.

I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I secretly looked at it: "The child has grown up, she actually said today that she would give me a birthday gift, her filial piety to me is really sweeter than honey, I am really the happiest father in the world......."”

I blushed a little, and suddenly realized that I had given so little to my father. Dad was willing to travel with me for a few days, and put down his heavy official duties to stay up late to work. And I was always angry that I had to accompany my dad downstairs for five minutes; He put down his beloved books and periodicals to help me study, but I always complained about the delay in watching animations in order to chat with him; He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy me the supplies I needed, but I was reluctant to buy him a birthday present......

Looking at his father's tired figure, tears finally burst out of his eyes. One song sings: "The structure of the herringbone is to support each other." "Dad will always hold up a blue sky for me, but I am still ignorant and a child, do I really have a clear conscience?

The next day, I got my dad a gift early. Since then, I have been walking with my father in the sunset, and I have the sound of snuggling up to my father in the night. I believe that I will make him the happiest father, because I am already the happiest daughter.

It turns out that caring is so simple, as long as you discover it with sincerity and realize it with action.

Caring for others starts with your side.

As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place! This lyric is a good saying, many things cannot be accomplished by the strength of one person alone. For example, last year's Wenchuan Congress, if you rely on one person to donate money and materials, it is useless.

In the same world, if one person cares for others, the whole earth will become deserted.

One winter in 2002, a new family moved into the community garden. The family was all wearing not very warm clothes, and the most eye-catching thing was the child of that family, who was about the same age as me, and this child was named Yang Xiya. Her face was blown white and cold by the biting cold wind, and she didn't feel a trace of warmth.

Yang Xiya was wearing a small cotton jacket that was exposed, tattered, and very old. She was standing where the wind was blowing, and she stood there, her two thin calves shivering all the time. Obviously, their family is poor.

At night, a few of our friends went downstairs to play as usual. Yang Xiya saw us playing downstairs, and she followed us down. "Can I play a game with you?

Yang Xiya asked shyly. Before we could react, a warm-hearted and eager partner readily agreed. So we started playing together.

That night, the clouds were thick, and the moon and stars could not be seen in the sky. A partner named Chen Siya looked at the sky and said to himself: "It seems that there will be a typhoon soon."

Chen Siya suddenly said such a sentence coldly, which startled our friends who were playing the game with relish, but we didn't take Chen Siya's words to heart, because after all, it was such a young child to talk quietly, how could there be a prophet!

We were playing hard when suddenly a gust of wind blew. Because we were all wearing warm cotton jackets, Yang Xiya was the only one who shivered. Chen Siya couldn't look at it and thought:

Yang Xiya's family seems to be very poor, as if she has no money to buy a padded jacket, well, I want to help her, and it is not my Chen Siya's style to not save her when she dies. Just thinking about it, Chen Siya held Yang Xiya's hand firmly and led her home. took out a brand-new, very warm padded jacket from her closet, handed it to her without hesitation, and helped her put on this warm padded jacket.

Now Yang Xiya is wearing it on her body and warm in her heart.

Smack! A tear fell from her eyes. Chen Siya looked at Yang Xiya and was silent.

Then there was a series of "snaps......After a few sounds, Chen Siya realized that these were tears of gratitude. Yang Xiya smiled happily, Chen Siya looked at her, and a smile faintly flashed on the corner of her mouth. The next morning, the sun was shining, and a few friends were smiling happily together.

Oh, yes! Caring for others is a virtue, and you will be happy, and the people you are loved will be happy.

My mother. Mr. Barking said: "There is nothing to replace parents.

Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and the love of parents for us is unmatched and incomparable. We may not understand our parents at times, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23, and when I came into this world, my mother went through a lot of hardships and selflessly raised me to grow up healthily.

In my heart, the warmest and most tender place, if you don't fail, it is in the warm quilt, but in the arms of my mother, because no matter the wind and rain, the ups and downs, my mother's arms are my haven from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, there will inevitably be some unsatisfactory things, as a mother, you will definitely educate your children, and even use force. The same happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never 'shot' because I didn't do well in the exam, no matter how my mother hid it, I was always afraid of catching my mother's lost eyes, so there were a few times when I encountered abnormal performance in the exam, I wanted to hide the exam paper secretly, and secretly made up my mind: "I will not be like this next time!" "Whenever my mom asks me where my recent exam papers are, I blush and say

Also ......I haven't sent it yet. ”

Once, when my mother cleaned up the table and accidentally opened the drawer, my "secret" was revealed, and my mother picked it up and looked at it, and asked me in surprise, "When is this roll?" "It's ......This ......I blushed and stammered.

My mother didn't hesitate at all, and angrily picked up a broom and hit me. Every time I beat my mother, I scolded me, and my mother said while beating: "If you don't raise it, it's your mother's fault, when did you learn to lie to you!"

When did you say I beat you because you didn't do well in the exam? But not only did you steal the papers, but you also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more I cried, and my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop.

Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom, and then at me, and burst into tears. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound, and when I opened my eyes, my mother was applying potion to my wound.

Through the light, I also saw my mother's eyes, ...... with tears shining with crystals

After this incident, I learned that it is not right to lie, and that lying can be very costly. If you ask me if I hated my mother at the time, I can say out loud to you: "No".

Because I understand that everything my mother does to me is for my good. My mother beating me is not abuse but a kind of love for me, and this kind of love can only be found in family affection. I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their confidants and children is endless.