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What does life need? Maybe it's material, maybe it's spirit, in short, a lot. But what is indispensable is kindness.

Kindness means tolerance and love, it is the most selfless love for all people, and it is also the embodiment of a person's own good qualities.

I live in a kind family. My parents told me what kindness is from an early age through words and actions: giving material help to beggars on the street, forgiving others' mistakes and giving spiritual comfort to patients ... I am following the trend, learning and feeling this kind of kindness.

Kindness means being quick and tolerant of others.

When I was studying and feeling kind, I heard a story: a mother met a one-armed beggar at home, but her mother asked the one-armed man to move 20 bricks in front of her door to the backyard. At first, the beggar was surprised and angry and thought his mother was playing tricks on him, but her mother demonstrated that she moved 20 bricks with one arm. The beggar seemed to understand something and did as his mother said. After the completion, the mother gave the beggar 10 yuan the service fee, and the beggar bowed and left. After more than ten years, the former beggar has become an elegant boss. When he found the family, he was ready to express his gratitude, but his mother just said, "I have two hands." Give things to those who don't have them! " The man was shocked, then burst into tears and bowed deeply ... After listening, I thought for a long time and seemed to realize something.

Kindness is caring and giving to people in spirit, whether it is for yourself or others.

Nightingale, the goddess holding the lamp, also expounded another kind of goodness with actions. She was born in a noble family, but in order to help others, she gave up her carefree life and chose a nursing career with a very low status at that time. Through her efforts, the front-line mortality rate dropped from 40% to 2%! On many stormy nights, moaning soldiers felt infinite warmth and love as soon as they saw the light of Nightingale's portable lamp. Wherever she went, the wounded soldier even leaned down to kiss her shadow. I am deeply shocked by this, and I am also moved and influenced by this great kindness.

Kindness is also a washing of human mind and spirit.

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There are too many examples in life, some of which are celebrated by the world, while others are fleeting. It doesn't matter. What we want is the true meaning of kindness.

I love kindness, because it embodies the value of my existence; I want kindness, because human love is selfless.

Life needs kindness, so you will find that kindness can make people full of attachment and care.

Let goodness enter the soul and happiness surround us.

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1. Let drooping wheat enter the soul.

2. Let that faint fragrance enter your heart.

3. Let understanding enter your mind

4. Let the warmth enter the soul

5. Let soul of china into the soul.

6. Let gratitude enter the soul

7. Let sweat enter the soul

8. let mosses enter the heart

9. Let the birds whisper into the heart-Random Thoughts of Birds

10. Let gratitude enter the soul.

2006 Shenzhen senior high school entrance examination composition topic: let-enter the mind.

1. Let drooping wheat enter the soul.

That ray of sunshine shines on the drooping wheat ears, let this golden color enter your heart, and you will be more mature.

This piece of wheat is good wine. The longer it is preserved, the more mellow it becomes. This is a flame. The higher you hold it, the more beautiful it will be. It is a bouquet of flowers, which has a lingering fragrance in people's hands.

Mature wheat hangs its head, which teaches us humility; Ants can lift big bones, which teaches us unity; Bees keep collecting honey, which teaches us to be diligent.

Its maturity makes you walk into a beautiful heart. It is like a ray of spring, which can be as warm as spring even in cold winter. It is like a clear spring, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, it can make you crystal clear.

The drooping wheat has taught us a lot, and its maturity makes me respect it.

The drooping wheat raises its hands and embraces tomorrow and the future.

Let drooping wheat enter the soul, it is spring breeze, it is a drop of dew, it is a soothing agent that warms people's hearts, and it is a cardiotonic that inspires people to forge ahead.

I have you in my heart, drooping wheat, and its maturity can be said to be average, turning the past beauty and "wheat" into a brilliant tomorrow.

When wheat becomes Huang Shi again, I listen to the beauty of nature and the maturity of wheat.

"There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan." The road of life is very long. I vaguely remember that there is no road in life and more people will become roads. Seize the present, seize the present, let the drooping wheat enter the soul, and "wheat" will lead to a brilliant tomorrow.

2. Let that faint fragrance enter your heart.

June should have been a season when hard-working students carefully wrote down in their diaries the figure of anxiously waiting for the entrance examination in the bright sunshine. And this June, the sky was unusually dark, and dark clouds floated from the unknown distance to the unknown side. My mood is always shrouded in faint sadness. ...

The long-lost sun finally rose today, especially early and bright. I gently opened my eyes and smelled a familiar smell. It must be, it must be mom burning incense in the living room. I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking back to that night.

The last time I burned incense was eight months ago. This "turbulent" home was finally shattered in a divorce agreement. That night, my father packed his bags and walked out of the house. The empty house is crowded with mothers who hide in the room and cry helplessly. That was the first time. I was completely awake.

I am not a Buddhist, but at that time, I felt so helpless that I had to get up in the middle of the night and burn a incense. I was in tears, silently fragile in front of Guanyin statue, and thought a lot in my heart. Mother's crying didn't stop until the incense was burned out and the wind blew the dust all over the floor. That discontinuity is enough to break my heart a hundred times.

From then on, I will never see burning incense in front of Guanyin statue at home again. My mother, who got up on time on the fifteenth day of grade one, no longer believed this nonsense. Actually, I like the smell of incense, but I never ask my mother why.

Today, when I smell this fragrance again, my tears keep falling from the corner of my eyes. I opened the door quietly. I saw my mother clinging to three incense sticks in front of Guanyin statue, muttering to herself. That faint fragrance came along the crack of the door, and I smelled it, very clear.

My tears fell violently again, as if that night could not stop. I closed the door and dried my tears. After waiting for a long time, I feel much calmer.

I walked out of the room and smiled at my mother: "good morning, mom!" " "Mom asked me how I slept last night. I really want to tell her that I slept soundly in this house.

Waving his pen, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance again. I'm sure it's fragrance, floating, floating. Deep down, I feel extremely stable.

Mother, thank you for coming into my heart with that faint fragrance.

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3. Let understanding enter your mind

The breeze stirred the leaves and hit me in the face.

"Moving again?" I looked at my mother numbly.

"yes. Now that house prices are getting higher and higher, the number of people renting houses will definitely increase. Rent it out now, don't worry about 70 thousand or 80 thousand a year ...

I closed the door before she finished.

"alas!" Mother sighed outside, almost inaudible.

"alas!" I also involuntarily sighed in the room.

I have been moving constantly since I was born, and I have never stayed in the same place for more than three years. Finally, I bought a suite and waved goodbye if I didn't want to stay for a year.

Is this still home? I've been wandering around, wandering around.

Looking at the fabric sofa at hand, it is so warm and lovely. This sofa was chosen by my mother. At first, she smiled and said that she would use it for a lifetime. But it's too fast! Soon it will belong to someone else. ...

I don't understand why she gave up furniture and appliances full of love and memories in order to raise the rent.

When did mom start to become like this? ...

I lay prone on the warm sofa and shed tears.

"It's time to eat." Mom's voice rang in my ear.

I got up reluctantly. A table of delicious food, but I have no appetite at all.

"I don't want to eat."

"This how line? Somehow also want to eat a little ... "

"I don't want to eat!" I pushed away the rice bowl handed over by my mother.

"Mom knows you're angry about moving, but ..."

"But you still have to move! Just for the money! Money! Are you such a snob? Ah? "

Suppressed anger suddenly broke out, and I almost blurted it out. It was too late to come to my senses.

Mother's eyes suddenly became sad. I dare not watch any more.

"I don't want to say it, but you miss me so much ..." She paused, unable to hide her injury, but still deliberately pretended to be weak.

"This money is for you to go to college."

She dropped this sentence and returned to her room in a daze.

I froze. My heart burns with pain.

It turns out that I never understood her and misunderstood her like this! I forgot, she is my mother, my mother!

I hesitated with a glass of water and went into her room. My mother sat by the window, still lost in thought, until I called her gently and turned around.

"Mom, I ..."

"Needless to say, I understand." She gently took the cup, and Zhan Yan smiled at me until my mouth bent down.

Everything speaks for itself.

4. Let the warmth enter the soul

May is the time when kapok blooms. A touch of bright red blooming over the city reminds me of that warm day. ...

When I was a child, there didn't seem to be so many tall buildings in the city. I live in an old house. Everyone lives in a big yard, so close to each other and my heart.

I remember, there are two kapok trees in the yard. They are so tall. The children in the yard like to jump around and touch its trunk to see who is taller. We all say that when kapok is in full bloom, we should jump up and pick one. Listening to the children's laughter, kapok smiled at the heights.

Finally, when May comes, people passing by the yard will stop and look up at the touch of red. In the evening, people enjoy the cool in the yard, watch kapok and talk about their families. If time stays at that moment, what a warm picture it would be.

Later, kapok fell down. We children are all busy sending flowers to Grandma Wang. Passers-by saw us holding a lot of kapok, our faces were smiling, and our eyes were warm red.

Grandma dried kapok and boiled water to drink. In the evening, she put two pots in the yard and invited her neighbors to drink. So we took the cup and waited for grandma to pour a cup, and the children took the cup and gave the adults a few sips. Grandma's face turned into a flower with a smile.

Clear kapok water tastes sweet.

Later, people moved into high-rise buildings one after another, leaving kapok trees and warm big yards. When I went in and out of the elevator in the tall building, the warmth in my heart disappeared. Iron gates lock laughter and greetings. People become indifferent and miss each other in indifference and ignorance.

Looking at the distance, there is a kapok tree with only bare branches, which has missed the flowering time.

Although it is already June, I still hope that the warmth will enter more people's hearts when kapok blooms next time. People hold happiness in their left hand, care in their right hand, and flowers bloom undefeated.

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5. Let soul of china into the soul.

When I was young, I would recite Xin Qiji's Qingjiang River under the Fish Valley. Dad told me that Yugutai is in our hometown of Jiangxi.

10 years later, I went back to my hometown with the famous Bodhisattva Man and finally met the familiar but unfamiliar Yugur platform.

Is today's Yugur platform as heroic as it was then?

The fact is far from what I thought. Low, dim and desolate, only a little gray in the mountains. Yugur platform, since you are a symbol of the heroic spirit of martyrs, why are you so shabby? I want to find something according to Xin Qiji's heroism.

Are you still overlooking the river? This river is definitely not the one it was eight hundred years ago. Eight hundred years ago, the nomads from the army invaded, causing endless suffering. The Qingjiang River under the fishing drum platform is your sigh, and the tears of passers-by are the hidden pain that you can't serve your country. Today, your sadness still lingers on the platform of Yugur.

Thinking about it, I suddenly found that the gloomy, dilapidated and depressed Yugur platform was so aloof, lofty and awe-inspiring against the blue sky. I believe that as a great poet who "wiped out six stops and swept Wan Li", you won't lament the rise and fall of Yugutai. Your figure has not fluctuated because of the rise and fall of a stage.

I asked Xin Qiji, in the history of Yugutai for more than 1000 years, how many literati praised it? Why are you the only "Bodhisattva" who has been passed down through the ages? Xin Qiji said nothing. I looked at his staring figure, and the scene in front of me became one familiar name after another: Su Dongpo, Wen Tianxiang, Fan Zhongyan, Lu You, Li Qingzhao ... I suddenly understood that there was a strong patriotic light in their words, and the people of past dynasties trimmed the Yugur platform several times, perhaps for the sake of a piece of red in Xin Ci.

Isn't the mind of "sorrow for the river at night" and the feelings of "compassion for countless mountains" exactly the notes of agitation on the pulse of China culture!

I boarded the podium of Xin Qiji's Looking at Chang 'an in the Northwest, and saw that the sky was dyed red by his enthusiasm for the motherland, which made Dashan feel ashamed.

The spirit of taking the world as one's duty is to hunt in the river wind. When people leave, this spirit will not go, and the platform will collapse. This spirit will not collapse. Even if the turbulent river dries up, this spirit will continue to spread! This is the national soul suppressed by the Yugur platform!

Stepping down from the fishing drum platform and leaving the staring figure of Xin Qiji, this national soul seems to be branded into my body, which makes me feel uneasy but extremely proud.

Let soul of china enter the soul and burn into our lives!

6. Let gratitude enter the soul

Bang!

I slammed the door, which was like a cold wall, separating the two worlds.

My room has my own key. I always like to take it with me in case my parents steal it. So I always remind myself before going out: Remember to close the door. I also put scraps of paper under the door. If my parents go in, scraps of paper will fall through the door.

That day, I was about to take the key to unlock the lock, but I accidentally found scraps of paper scattered on the ground.

"Mom and dad with a spare key? They didn't go through my stuff, did they? What should I do? " I nervously grabbed the key that was about to be eroded by sweat and wanted to cry, but my anger prompted me to rush into the living room.

"Ah, come back, how? What a surprise! We picked it for a long time. " Mother is rubbing her father's back. I seem to be waiting for my happy expression, and even the oil of flowers is poured out, but my mother never expected that my wayward words would interrupt her expectations.

"How can you just go into someone else's room? Do you understand what privacy is? " I completely ignored my parents' eager expressions and swore.

Dad showed a depressed expression. Mother lowered her head, continued to rub her back and said disappointedly, "I'm sorry."

Instead of accepting an apology, I turned and ran back to my room, leaning against the wall and crying, but I was attracted by a gift lying in bed. "Is it a gift?" I approached with trepidation, but halfway through, I was afraid to go any further. The gift says: Happy Birthday. Half-open window, a few rays of sunshine, lit up the tears in my eyes. Tears are not from anger, but from gratitude.

I pushed open the door, and the road to the living room blurred my vision. I only heard my mother's disappointed sigh: "I told you not to climb the window. How old are you!" "

I didn't go out of the living room to apologize. I went back to my room and wrote a "Welcome" sign and posted it in front of the door. Insert the key outside the door. ...

This key opens a way for gratitude to enter my heart, for the love of my parents to enter my heart, and for me to learn to be grateful.

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7. Let sweat enter the soul

Sweating is a common problem of people, such as sweating on the forehead, sweating on the back, sweating on the hands ... when does sweat enter the heart?

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I like sports, and I often sweat for it. Maybe I love sports too much, and I often delay my study. Even when I was in the third grade, I "didn't change my true colors."

One night, I just came back from playing ball, and before my boiling blood cooled down, dinner began. As you can imagine, the sweat on my forehead overflowed like spring water, and the sweat as big as beans fell like broken beads ... My mother stopped eating chopsticks, frowned and handed me a paper towel, and sighed:

"Bad children!"

I listened, took the paper towel unhappily, wiped my sweat, and muttered, "What idea? Is sweating a bad karma? " ..... Really, eating in the silent air. Sweat! Sweat! I am bleeding like hell. In fact, I know my mother wants to persuade me to take fewer penalties, but I won't listen. "Ann can bend her head and study, and she will never suffer from being exposed to an honest face. "Mother stopped to look at me from time to time and lamented. ...

After dinner, I didn't help my mother clean up the dishes. My mother saw me sweating and didn't want me to help. I saw my mother bent down and meticulously cleaned up, and her hair was slightly pale under the lamp. The moment I got up, I found the crystal beads of sweat on my mother's forehead, which drifted away slowly.

I suddenly realized that "children of bad karma" echoed in my mind, and my thoughts were full, and my mother's sweat entered my heart.

In fact, my mother wants me to study hard so that I can make a difference in the future! My mother's life is very hard. She works hard for me because I don't know how much sweat she has paid in her life ... no matter how hard her parents' life is, they can't suffer for their children in the future. Now my mother is sweating like a pig. It seems that she will do whatever it takes. My nose is sour, and I want to cry ... My parents have paid a lot of sweat for us, but we don't know or understand my parents. Alas, "the poor inherit the wind"!

A drop of sweat dripped on my mouth. Should my parents take it off for me? I put it in my mouth, grateful for my parents' hard work, let it enter my heart and remember my parents' love.

The next drop of sweat is for the love of parents and becomes the love that condenses the soul.

8. let mosses enter the heart

The forest valley is overcast with clouds, the land is covered with orchids, and the smile is still the same.

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In the crack of the bridge deck, in the gap of the steps, under the pillar, there is a soft inadvertently emerged. After a rain, a fog, and a puff of smoke, there is a faint silence, a pinch of gloomy clouds, and a series of silent reunions.

It is mossy moss, with green-edged stones on the path deep in the jungle; In the disrepair fountain, the bottom of the pool is densely covered and the water is dyed emerald green, which preserves the vitality in the depression; In my heart, there are vast tracts of green, free and towering green.

The ancients often used moss as a metaphor for grievances. "Lonely moss is full, green grass is heavy" comes from this, and it is almost barren, almost barren. Traveling in the cold wind of1February, I saw that the moss was still green. In the wilderness, only this lonely green decorated the yellow land. A broken wall, resurrected by moss; One side is barren, only because of moss; A row of cliffs is covered with moss. Where is the vitality of moss? That hard-working life came into my heart.

Yaotang, Jielian, Youlan and Aomei-gorgeous, leafy and fragrant. And moss, just plain, can't be compared. Sitting in the depths of the forest, I was indifferent to the water. I saw the scenery of "the sun shone on me from the green moss", but I was also intoxicated. Beautiful flowers like gorgeous stage. Moss only occupies a place not far from life, silently showing green feelings. Isn't this pure and shallow blue beautiful? The beauty of moss blooms quietly in my heart.

Moss never enters palaces in spring, palaces in summer, genealogies in autumn and classics in winter. In the boundless universe, it is so small, but it also leaves green footprints on rocks and opens up green oases; Also when the flowers are dying, I try my best to preserve the energy of a season. I attract stubborn buds and breed elegant flowers; Despite the cold wind, in the season when the sun is trapped in the clouds, green is all over Yuan Ye. How many great forces the world can't interpret are contained in the delicate and petite body. Moss, what is small? Moss's humble, tenacious survival and persistent struggle have propped up a blue sky in my heart.

Hair, there is no dust dispute, no worry about honor and disgrace, no worry about gain and loss, just green in silence and gradually green all over my heart.

Morning breeze, let this little moss enter my heart and give birth to spiritual flowers.

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9. Let the whispers of birds enter the heart.

-Random thoughts on "birds"

Reading a good book is equivalent to talking to a noble person.

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Stray birds of summer come to my heart to sing. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall to the ground with a sign. In this lonely evening, Baiyun stands humbly in a corner of the sky, rosy clouds are veiled for her, and I weave gorgeous gauze for you with the melancholy in my soul.

The music of summer has gone far away, soaring in autumn, looking for its old base. When the sun crossed the West Sea, it paid its last respects to the East, and the sunset put away its last light.

The night is four in one.

I can't tell you why my heart is so depressed. Is it for a small need that I have never longed for or understood? The feeling of nameless days clings to my heart, like moss crawling all over the old tree.

My heart is like a damp culvert. When I can't see the sun, my thoughts will grow, fill my heart and spread all over my body.

"If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. "The bird's comforting voice echoed in my heart.

I looked up at the sky, but it was still too dark to make people tremble. The world walks on the strings of lingering hearts, playing sad music.

"The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies and shine bit by bit. Isn't it great? " The soft sound of birds swims in my body. "Sometimes, the greatness of Qingtian is closest to the ordinary."

I nodded hard and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. The night was much more charming than before. These little thoughts have their whisper in my heart like the rustle of leaves.

In spring, the flower spirits wander on the lush Datura.

On a summer night, the chaos of time danced on the nameless Jiao Weiqin.

In autumn, the remains of leaves float on the desolate heartbroken cliff.

On the solstice of winter, the petals of snow wither on the crimson fire bow.

Life is wonderful and cruel. How should I face it?

"Let the beautiful summer flowers in life wither like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." This is the deep birdsong echoing in my heart.

The twittering of birds comes into my heart, which is the warmest support in my heart; The twittering of birds came into my heart and turned into the most splendid memories in my heart; The information of birds came into my heart and became the deepest brand in my heart. Birds fly away from my heart in summer, leaving me alone. ...

10. Let gratitude enter the soul.

Climb the West Building, look at the night sky and count the stars in the sky. There are gorgeous poems in Tang and Song poetry, bright rings in celebrities, lofty managers and dark managers. Although they were all dazzling for a while, the fiery sparks will eventually be submerged by secular dust, forgotten by people and polished by time.

Only those beams and soft light have illuminated thousands of years of history and warmed the hearts of generations. Eternal is gratitude.

In particular, I don't understand the origin of Thanksgiving and the thinking of modern people. Gratitude is not an ordinary poem, it doesn't need gorgeous and fair words. Gratitude is not a lifeless picture, it does not need cold and warm planning and rigid composition; Gratitude is not a twisted dance, which does not require neat movements and fixed dance steps; Gratitude is not a strict game, and there is no need for suspension and red card. Gratitude is not a worldly thing, and it is not a festive flower basket. Gratitude is just a minor of love. You can hum while walking and listen day and night. Gratitude is just the bud of love. You can go to Qiu Lai in spring, where it always smells fresh.

Birds will always return to their nests, lambs will be born fragile, and trees will become dirt. This is the reward of love. Liu Bei paid close attention, while Zhuge devoted himself to "dying" all his life, and his feelings "often made heroes cry". The sad waterfront was touched by Jing Ke's report to the Prince that "the wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever". In the spring and beautiful scenery, it is the affectionate call of hometown tourists, "but how much love the grass has, and it has returned the brilliance of March." Gratitude belongs to that ancient era, to this era, and shines in my heart.

Let gratitude enter the heart, so gentle and calm.

Let gratitude be stationed in the depths, so that it will exist forever.

Simple, just like "pour a glass of water and pinch your back" in a primary school book; Obviously, it is like the song "Old people don't want their children to make much contribution to the family ... brush chopsticks and wash dishes"; Innocence, a sweet smile, a deep look, a warm handshake, a kind hug and a heartfelt "thank you" ...

Thank your parents for giving you a wonderful life.

Thank your friends for helping you when you are frustrated.

Thanks for the grass. It's green for you.

Thanks for the flowers. I will give you colorful flowers.

Appreciate the bitterness of life in gratitude, appreciate kindness and tolerance in gratitude, let gratitude enter the soul, love it, and pursue it with lifelong gratitude. ...

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