Essay on Expressing True Feelings Between People 10

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!

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!!

There is true love everywhere in the world - nostalgia is still there.

In the midst of busyness and useless sighs, the days gently slipped through the sleeves of the ears and sideburns. Walking through the streets and alleys of the city, high-rise buildings, flashing lights, shop windows refurbished with seasonal fashions, crowds like ants, passing by unfamiliar faces. The city marches in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, while the affinity and trust of life, the contamination and integration of nature, are gradually drifting away.

Living in green crops and red brick houses, I used to think that this was my world, my paradise. Carefree, happily growing up under this rainless sky. The flower season was sent away, the rainy season was ushered in, and I also embarked on the journey of studying in a different place.

Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowd and the endless stream of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant. Sometimes, the storm of the day rests, and the heavy night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the night slowly falling outside the window, getting thicker and thicker. I didn't want to turn on the lights, just sat quietly in loneliness, and longed for the barking of dogs in the distant village, the croaking of frogs, and the crowing of crickets, swinging from the sky, faintly stirring up the thoughts in my heart, and the hometown that I thought about day and night gradually approached, becoming more and more abundant and clear.

The village is not big, but because there is water and grass, houses and cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, honest and hearty villagers, and children who can tie bird cages and catch grasshoppers, it is so vivid and interesting. That's why it's a memory that I'll never forget. Run around the high and low villages without knocking on the wrong door.

Although each house is similar, it is also clearly distinguished by some differences. This family's morning glory is crawling all over the wooden cane, and the red pepper of that house hangs from the eaves. Each family's small garden is well organized, and all kinds of vegetables are cultivated in ridges, and the vines rise and bloom into a small flower.

The small garden is covered with green, and what overflows is the true taste and hope of life.

The small village is moistened by the mountains and rivers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green trees and firewood. And the simplicity and kindness of the folks here make the creatures of the earth willing to live with them. Every year in the warm spring, the swallows fly in and build a nest in the mud under the eaves of the farmhouse, and the picture is harmonious and moving:

The family sat together at the usual dinner, while the swallows murmured overhead, and sometimes flew diagonally past the people, leaving a beautiful silhouette. A calm and tranquil life makes the texture of life more pure and transparent.

Nowadays, in the face of this huge city and the hustle and bustle of the crowd, I miss my hometown more and more. I miss the tranquility and simplicity there, and I miss the freshness and cleanliness there. So, faintly with a trace of regret, why the treasured everything, when the straight road was ordinary, suddenly looking back, tears filled the eyes?

For as long as I can remember, there have been things that have happened and passed, and I can no longer remember them; But there is one thing that is deeply imprinted in my mind and I will never forget it to this day. I was only a year old.

The truth of the world (3).

True love in the world refers to the mutual care between people. And today's topic, "The True Love of the World", also reminds me of a past event.

One day, I took my sister to the store to buy something. Along the way, my sister was always jumping around, and I don't know how many times I told her, but she always went in and out of her left ear. "Ahh

A scream stopped me from moving forward. I looked back and looked, oops, no, my sister had fallen, and I hurried to run. At first glance, my sister's knee was bruised and bleeding.

I slowly walked to the next step with my sister in my arms and sat down. Oh, what can I do? I don't have facial tissues on me and can't help my sister clean her wounds.

At this time, a big sister looked at us with a strange gaze, as if thinking, "What are these two little sisters doing sitting there?" Are you waiting for someone?

No, not really. Oh, I see, that little sister's knee is bleeding. I'll have to go over and take a look!

The big sister's footsteps slowly approached us, and she squatted down and asked affectionately, "What's wrong?" "I:

My sister had fallen and her knee was bleeding, but I couldn't help her clean her wounds. The eldest sister immediately stood up and ran into a nearby pharmacy to buy gauze, cotton sticks, and potions. She took out a tissue first and gently removed the sand from her sister's wound one by one.

Then he dipped a cotton branch in the potion, carefully applied it to his sister's wound, wrapped it with gauze, and tied it in a knot. She said to me, "Change the medicine every day, and remember that the wound should not be wet."

I nodded and asked, "Sister, what's your name?" My sister smiled and said

My name is Lei Feng! ""Lei Feng" sister, I understand the meaning of this name, my sister is learning the spirit of Lei Feng!

The truth in the world is everywhere!

I remember when I was 7 years old, it was a cold day!

I was walking with my grandfather, and suddenly I shouted, "Grandpa, look! There are a lot of people over there!

Let's check it out! "Okay, okay. "I took my grandfather's hand and walked over, and I couldn't help but be stunned, and then I saw a flip of the scene:

An old woman knelt on the icy road with a basin in front of her, her clothes in tatters, and it was obvious that she was asking for money. When I saw that the group of people only looked at the old woman and didn't give money, I said, "Grandpa, she's so pitiful!"

Give her 2 dimes! Grandpa couldn't help but say, so he took out 2 dimes and handed it to me, "Go!" Give it to her!

I slowly moved to the old woman and put the two corners in the basin, and when she saw it, she knelt down and kowtowed, and kept shouting, "Thank you, thank you......"When those people saw that I was taking 2 dimes, and I was still a child, they gave her a lot of money, and she kept kowtowing and thanking her, and kept saying thank you. When I saw it, a warm current ran to my heart, and I was very moved, and I saw that someone gave back not 1 yuan, 2 yuan ......Although these are small money, the old man keeps kowtowing and thanking me, I can't help but blush, thinking that I only gave 2 jiao, and they ......But I was the first to take the lead, and I felt a burst of warmth flow over my heart, and I was deeply touched by their character.

Looking at the cold weather, but people's hearts are as warm as summer, what can compare to the communication between the Venerable Master - trust and help?

One day after school at noon, it was pouring rain outside, I didn't bring an umbrella, I could only stand in the corridor and watch others being picked up by my parents one by one, I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, hoping that my mother would come and pick me up. But after waiting for more than ten minutes and not seeing my mother's shadow, I mustered up my courage and prepared to rush out. When I just ran to the school gate, I suddenly heard someone calling me, I turned around, and it turned out to be Aunt Zhong!

Aunt Zhong asked gently, "Wang Baihui, didn't you bring an umbrella?" Come with me.

Before I could react, Aunt Zhong had already hugged me. On the way, I asked Aunt Zhong suspiciously, "Aunt Zhong, why don't you pick up Yiyi?"

Yiyi is Aunt Zhong's daughter, she is younger than me) "She has an umbrella and goes away with other children first." "Oh. "Although it was stormy outside the umbrella, my heart was warm.

When I got home, I thanked Aunt Zhong, and Aunt Zhong said, "No thanks, you haven't helped our family Yiyi!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but think of the song "Love Devotion" ......

Lyrical, how can you write directly lyrical.

If you can write about your own experience, just write about others helping you.

Write about the true feelings you have encountered.

=, it's that simple. Want to know come to me.