Essay on Others Caring for Themselves Selection 20

In the competition for exams, we are opponents; In the process of learning, we are friends.

Inscription. Some people say that junior high school life is short because it is only three years; Some people say that junior high school life is boring because it requires constant learning. And I say that junior high school life is happy because I have a group of friends who care about me.

If the teacher gives knowledge, then the student gives help. Last semester, the teacher carried out a study group activity in the class, and as long as the total score of six people in each group was in the top three in the class, the conduct score could be added. It's certainly an encouragement for us, maybe we help each other for extra points, maybe we do our best to help each other for extra points, but after all, we help each other.

And this accustomed help is deeply infused into our hearts.

It became a habit for us to help, even if we were not helping members of the group. Gradually, we understand that we are no longer helping for the sake of extra points. The attraction of conduct points has weakened, but the help that really comes from the heart has gradually intensified.

Even if we don't get extra points, we are willing to help others and care for those who have poor grades. Conduct is no longer so important, and we have invisibly turned passive into active.

When sitting alone at the desk at night and "fighting alone", a ** of classmates, a sentence of "homework is done", a sentence of "come on", a text message of "hard work", no matter the length of the words, the heart is always so warm. You will feel that you are not alone in the fight, there are countless classmates behind you who silently support you.

When you're out of breath and exhausted during a long-distance running exam, you'll hear someone cheering you on, his voice is hoarse, but he's still cheering you on, and it's not doing him any good.

This is the selfless love between classmates, it does not have the greatness of mother's love, it does not have the depth of father's love, but it can touch your heart and warm your heart. Maybe we will no longer be classmates in three years, but we can never forget those students who held up the lights for you in the dark night, caring, loving, loving and everywhere!!

He is Shen Huaqiao. He is a good friend of mine in every way, whether it is in life or study, he will come to help me, but I remember the ...... most clearly

cough cough "With the sound of coughing, my cold became more and more serious, and my father had to give me three days off to go home to recuperate. But after three days, when I returned to the classroom, I found that my classmates had learned a lot of new knowledge, and I opened the homework book to see that I couldn't do anything. What can I do, suddenly, a hand gently patted me on the shoulder and said

It's okay, I'll come and make it up for you when I get home from school. I looked back, and sure enough, it was him, my good friend Shen Huaqiao. So, while learning new knowledge, I listened to his lectures.

Another night I had sent only one lesson to make up for the lesson I had left, but it was so merciless that it was raining heavily, and I thought he would come. However, after a long time he did not come, I began to come to my senses. Suddenly, I saw a person in a dim way from the rain curtain, he was Shen Huaqiao, I was sure, and sure enough, he came.

When I came to the back room, I saw that his clothes were already soaked, and I asked him why he had only come now, and he said that there were no adults at home today, so he had to come by himself, so he came in the rain. He also kept coughing during the lecture, but he insisted on finishing the lecture for me.

The next morning, he didn't come to school, and the teacher told us that he had a cold, and it was a bit severe, and I listened to it, and I felt a little uncomfortable, and he forgot the importance of his body in order to help me make up for my lessons.

He helped me, he made up for me several classes so that I would not be left behind by my classmates, but he didn't want to think about my physical weakness. Really, thanks to his help, I got good grades in the unit exams.

Do-it-yourself, plenty of food and clothing.

The love hidden in the heart.

In my eyes, my father was tall and strong, and his arms were crooked by my eternal life, and he did everything he could to protect me. This kind of implicit love makes me unable to let go.

When I was a child, I thought I was a good girl, but when my mother told me something, I started to blame myself. At that time, I was only 4 years old, and I was playing with a fruit knife while my parents were not looking, and my father accidentally cut my arm while stopping me. As I listened, I burst into tears.

This made my heart twist as a little girl who had grown up. Although there will be no internal injuries when the arm is cut, it is a father's protection, tolerance and care for his child. This thing kept popping up in my head like a printer.

To this day, my father is still quietly caring about me: one night, I suddenly woke up and found that there was a bright light in my father's room, and I was very strange: why is the light still on at such a late hour, haven't I slept yet?

In order to satisfy my curiosity, I gently walked over to take a look, and at this moment, a warm current came to my heart, and my father was still holding my homework book to check, and I immediately burst into tears. Suddenly, a series of images appeared in my mind like a movie: my father would rather give up his heavy work and travel with me for a few days to let me relax after the exam, while I was always angry about accompanying my father for a few minutes after dinner; My dad was willing to put down his beloved TV shows and books in order to help me with my homework, but I always blamed my dad for stealing my time to watch cartoons.

It turned out that my father had done so much for me, but I didn't understand his hard work. It has been said, "The structure of herringbones supports each other."

And I think that my father is the one who is the one and my mother is the one who is the one who created a "love" hut for me, and I am the one under the "hut", growing up carefree and happy in the love hut.

If the world is a hut, then love is a window in the hut; If the world is a candle, then love is the wick that burns silently; If the world is a vast ocean, then love is a leaf and a flat boat sailing on the sea; If the world is a night sky, then love is the twinkling stars in the sky, and their light is condensed into a unique moon. Being cared for is a kind of luck and a beautiful enjoyment, and caring for others is a noble character. Care for others and create a world full of love!

There are many forms of love between people, and among them, only father's care is the most sincere and warm, which is more worthy of cherishing, but it is also the easiest to be ignored.

It was a day not long ago, and I was watching TV on the big sofa at my grandmother's house, when the ** bell suddenly rang out at an inopportune time. I lazily picked up the **, and my father's voice drilled into my ears: "You come back to me right away!"

Immediately after that, the ** was hung up. I was stunned at first, and then panicked, thinking: Dad is definitely angry when he hears this tone, but why is he angry?

I haven't made a mistake lately! No matter how much I tried to figure it out, I obediently ran downstairs and ran in the direction of home.

In this way, I rang the doorbell of my house with full of doubts and apprehension. Dad stared at me with her characteristic eyes of minus 100 degrees Celsius, pointed to the door, and motioned for me to enter. I crept past my dad into my cabin, and saw a few crumpled and smoothed notes neatly laid out on the desk.

Nervous, I only felt that the notes looked a little familiar, and I seemed to be familiar with them, so I couldn't help but take a closer look, "Ah!! A scream stuck in his throat.

It turned out that those notes were the little notes I passed to my classmates in class when I was in the first year of junior high school, how could I keep them until now? Although I don't pass it on anymore, my father's angry appearance makes it impossible for me to say that it was a mistake in the past. Dad held up a note and chattered at me, how could this thing that was about to become a relic come out and become evidence of my guilt!

I was unconvinced in my heart, my father was annoyed with my father, and I muttered silently: People have changed it and they are still being said, you are not annoying, it is really unreasonable.

That day, I fell asleep for a long time full of grievances and dissatisfaction. The next day, my dad took me to the mall and picked out several new clothes for me, all of which were the coolest ones I liked. But as for me, even if I like it in my heart, there are only two words on my lips: "OK".

At noon, we went to my favorite restaurant, and I usually order a lot of my favorite food, but this time I only coldly threw three words to my father: "Whatever".

Dad didn't pay attention to my demonstration, calmly ordered my favorite dish for me, and we were silent while waiting for the food to be served, and when the first plate was served, Dad broke the silence: "Xing'er, I'm sorry. I froze for a moment, shook my head and felt if it was real.

When I was sure that it was my dad on the other side, I deliberately pretended not to hear and put the food in my mouth and chewed it slowly. Seeing that I didn't react, Dad gently smiled in return, and continued: "I really don't want to quarrel with you, every time I quarrel with you, I am much sadder than you, I just don't want to see you learn badly."

Today, I'm here to buy you clothes because you said you wanted the same top as the one you saw on TV. ”

Clothes?! A sentence I said casually a long time ago, my father has always remembered in his heart. My throat choked all at once, and the delicious food instantly became bland and tasteless, and I couldn't swallow it anyway.

The love my father gave me.

There are many kinds of love in the world, there is love between parents and children, there is love between classmates, and there is love between teachers and students. However, what I will never forget is my father's love for me.

It was late at night and I hadn't slept yet. Although the upper and lower eyelids were fighting, I still didn't want to sleep: seeing that the exam was coming, my classmates were desperately rushing forward, how could I stop working hard.

Suddenly, there was a strong smell of coffee, and sure enough, my mother came in with a cup of hot coffee, she put the coffee next to me, and looked at me stupidly, Mom, she was waiting for me to finish my homework and take a sip of coffee. After I finished my homework in a hurry but seriously, I took a small bite and swallowed a large bite, and my mother smiled sweetly! The mellow fragrance lingers on the tip of my tongue, touching the most subtle feelings in my heart.

Riding a bicycle to school in the morning, walking on the road, looking up at the sky, so blue, as if washed by milk, suddenly, one accidentally, fell down, grinning in pain, tears fell, and the schoolbag was thrown eight feet away. An old man walked over, picked up my school bag, helped me up, his eyes were full of concern, smiled kindly, and told me to be careful when riding in the future, not to look around. Looking at the back of his old man, I suddenly felt that the distance between people was not far away, and in just a few words, my mood improved in an instant, and my sky returned to the blue washed by milk, and everything seemed to be smiling at me.

On Sunday, I took the bus to the book city to buy books, halfway, an old grandmother led her little grandson up, the young man sitting next to him immediately got up and gave up his seat, the old grandmother asked the grandson to sit down, but the little grandson was unwilling to live or die, his eyes were horizontal, his eyebrows were twisted, and he resolutely let the grandmother sit down, and he grinned.

All this made me realize that love is all around us, just like the song sings: "There is no more desert without heart, no more wasteland without love, death is also discouraged, and the flowers of happiness bloom everywhere." "In a caring world, there is no worldly strife, no greed for wine, only harmony, happiness, and contentment.

is just like the description in "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring": yellow hair hangs down, and he is happy. So, please cherish and care for everyone around you.

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.