Love is in the little things

Love is in the subtleties 1

Love is a song of joy and sorrow, and we are all singers.

——Inscription

The old elm tree stood gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on the bark. Autumn stripped off their bright clothes, leaving only their skinny bodies standing there. The wind blows, making a "whistle rustle."

School is over, and the snow in the sky does not stop. I saw you in the hurried crowd. You're holding a raincoat and wearing glasses the size of bowling balls. Wearing a black down jacket, gray down pants, and blue cotton shoes.

"I'm here!" I stood on tiptoes. My mother smiled when she saw me, and then ran towards me. When we came to the battery car and were about to take out the second set of raincoats, my mother's face suddenly turned pale. "Hey, it's true, I actually brought it as a raincoat cover." So, my mother quickly gave me the raincoat she was wearing. Mom started the car and helped me straighten my raincoat. "I'll give it to you." I took off my raincoat. My mother pretended to hit me, and then laughed again, "I'll be home in a minute."

I couldn't convince my mother, so I had to put on my raincoat. I sat in the back seat, looking at my mother's back, and my heart felt as bitter as chewing a bitter melon. Finally I got home, and my mother asked me to go in first, so I did. I know, there is a tear, sliding down the face, falling...

Bing Xin said: Don't set the standard of love too high. Every little thing in life can be said to be related to love as long as you taste it carefully. No matter what, love is just a feeling.

Many times, in order to seek love, we need to be patient. Because true love doesn't come quickly or easily, but it's worth the wait. Love is in the subtleties 2

Love is not earth-shattering; it is not dramatic, but it sneaks into every bit of life.

What is love? Love is my mother's action of pushing delicious food in front of me, my father's understanding and caring look, and the smile of strangers after helping each other... She is like crystal clear beads, illuminating life. And sparkling.

I remember that day was my birthday, and my children and I were having a great time playing downstairs. When I got home, grandma was already busy. I looked up and saw that it was only two o'clock. I was thinking: What is grandma busy with? It’s still early for lunch! I've been scratching my head for a long time, but still have no answer. So he ran to ask grandma: "What are you busy with now?" Grandma pursed her lips and smiled and said: "I'm preparing dinner. Take out all the meat and make a birthday meal for you later." So that's it! I was suddenly surprised, but I felt that grandma was working too hard, so I said, "Thank you grandma, don't worry, I'll get ready after a rest, it's still early!" Grandma added, "It's my grandson's birthday and he has grown up. One year old is worth celebrating, how can I rest!" I saw my grandma's silver hair and light beads of sweat on her forehead, and I was immediately filled with gratitude. Looking at my grandma, I felt a surge of love and care in my heart. I love my grandma, and I love this old man who gets up early and stays late every day. I am determined to study hard, be a useful talent to the country, and use knowledge to repay my grandma who loves me!

It is precisely because of these subtle loves around us that more care has gathered, like crystal clear beads, shining more brightly and more beautifully under the aura of love.

What is love? This is love! Love is in the Small Things 3

Time flies by so quickly, some love is written into memories before we have time to cherish it.

——Inscription

That spring was as short as a vow, and summer came in the blink of an eye. Sitting alone at the table, looking at the patter of rain outside the window, it brings back memories of the past. The raindrops sliding down the glass bring with it - love.

Walking on the field, the unharvested wheat next to me flashes a golden color, like dots of sunlight, jumping and flying... With my bare feet, I jump and jump in the sea of ??wheat, shuttle wantonly. , releasing your naughty nature, but you opened your arms to protect me and let me go crazy in the sea of ??wheat. The laughter and laughter between you and me were slow and rhythmic, and before we knew it, another day passed.

Love is in the subtleties, I am swimming in your love.

"Rustling" A wisp of autumn wind concealed my thoughts.

When I was a child, I ran away from home. You were very anxious, with tears in your eyes, like an abandoned dead leaf, forgetting the severe cold. The wind is whimpering outside, and the light is so sad that my body is twitching. I hide in the haystack and look at you. The heavy rain suddenly started, and the lightning tore through the night's skirt. You braved the wind and rain, but you still couldn't find me.

The dim light reflected on your hair made me see for the first time that your hair has turned white, feeling the vicissitudes of time.

In the subtleties, love still spreads.

As Quezi exclaimed, sadness welled up from the bottom of his heart. You always paced outside the house beside the peach tree where bees and butterflies were lingering, waiting for me to get out of school. I was walking on the country road, and when I saw your figure, I shouted loudly: "Milk, milk..." With this shout, I saw only your The pace stopped suddenly, and you looked back with a joyful smile, like a scene in a movie that was slowly playing. Now that I'm back in my hometown, I can no longer see your figure walking around, your happy smile, and your peach blossoms blooming, but my heart is filled with desolation.

Love is in the little things, but I don’t know how to cherish them.

People who really love you will not say many words of love to you, but they will do many things to love you.

Love is still by my side and has never gone far. This subtle love will stay in my heart forever. Love is in the little things 4

Small things are often overlooked and forgotten. I am looking for what I have forgotten in the snow. However, the snow is so heavy that I can’t even see it. I don’t know everything, but there is a hand on my lost road, holding me, walking into my world, and bringing me a piece of warm sunshine...

When I was a child, I loved holding my mother’s hand. Walking, that way, I will have a very safe feeling, like as long as I have this hand by my side, winter will never come.

One winter day, I found what I had forgotten.

That day, my mother bought back a lot of things, including several large packages and a small package. As usual, my mother picked up the two large packages and put the other small package on my arm, so I His two hands were folded in his pockets to keep warm. After we walked for a while, my sharp eyesight saw a long feather floating towards me. I stretched out my hand to catch the feather, but it floated away. With a hint of loss in my eyes, I touched my mother's hand the moment I let go. It was very cold, "Give me a package. I don't have much." Because I don't often care about my mother, so the words were a bit embarrassing. . "No, I'm not cold." Mom replied with a smile. Why isn't it cold? It's just because I don't want to get cold. I understand, in fact, I am the feather, and my mother is the one who wants to catch the feather. She wanted to hold my hand again, but I always kept her thousands of miles away, not even giving her a chance. Before her hand could touch mine, I was already far away from her. Thinking of this, I grabbed the package from my mother's hand and held her hand with my other hand. At that moment, I clearly saw a faint smile appear on the corner of her mouth. At this time, I am no longer in winter, I have arrived in spring full of hope. The ice and snow in my world are slowly melting, and winter seems to have never come.

I will definitely grasp the subtleties, the happiness of interlocking fingers. Love in the Small Things 5 ??

When the monthly exam proudly announced its arrival, the weight of the schoolbag increased a lot. It's another sleepless night. I'm busy with endless questions. My recent results have always failed to improve. Heavy pressure is stuck in my heart. I feel extremely irritable.

Since I can’t meet Duke Zhou, I have no choice but to close my eyes and take a nap. I closed my eyes, still worried about the exam. In the darkness, I suddenly heard the sound of rustling footsteps, and then there was no movement. I opened my eyes in surprise, and suddenly saw a glass of milk next to the bed. , and my mother is staring at me tenderly. "How can I sleep when you look at me like this?!" It seemed that all the anger and annoyance I had felt recently had found an outlet, so I yelled angrily. I didn't look at my mother's expression, but I only heard a sigh like a withered leaf.

A few days have passed, and I still often hear footsteps at the door, but they always disappear with the sound getting lighter and lighter... And my heart is actually accompanied by my mother's footsteps: looking forward to it. ——Delighted——Disappointed!

It was late at night again, and my mother slowed down in front of my door again, trying to look at me through the crack of the door, but she met my probing eyes unexpectedly. She seemed to be afraid of my dissatisfaction, so she turned around and left. "Mom...come in and stay with me.

"I finally called out, but only I knew that the moment she sat next to me, my restless heart finally found support. "Are you tired? "Not tired." "My mother stroked my forehead, and I could clearly feel the thick calluses on her hands. When I looked up, a few strands of her white hair stung my eyes deeply. "Mom, I..." I wanted to say Something, but those words are stuck in my throat like gravel, and I can’t spit them out.

“What’s wrong? "My mother's eyes are still as gentle as ever. The gaze from the sky to the white clouds, the gaze from the river bed to the small fish coincides with countless moments in my memory. Those subtle movements confirm the greatest word - love! Thirteen The eyes that remain unchanged throughout the years, the light and delicate love!

Quietly, I fell asleep in my mother’s spring-like eyes. 6

There are traces of love everywhere in the world, as long as you pay attention, you can find it.

Remember, my grandma’s feet are not good these days and she has varicose veins. The doctor said that she needs to have water on Monday afternoon. When my aunt came to pick me up, she told me that my grandma had gone to the hospital today and that her varicose veins were a little bad. I was thinking: Is there something wrong with my grandma? When I got home, I saw her back. Wandering around in the kitchen, I laughed: "Grandma, why don't you look like a duck? Why don't you go to the hospital? Dad said from the side: "Grandma was supposed to hang water just to fry chicken wings for you, but she hasn't gone yet." "At this time, I also smelled a tangy fragrance, and when I looked closer, it turned out that my grandma had brought a plate of fried chicken wings. This was what grandma had promised to fry for me this morning. Grandma smiled and said, "They just came out. Yes, it's hot, eat it quickly! "As she said that, grandma walked towards the restaurant with the plate. Looking at her, her back was a little stooped as she walked, and my nose felt sore for some reason. When I got to the table, I picked up a piece and smelled it. It was so fragrant. It was crunchy when I bit it. Yes, it was very delicious. I ate it with big mouthfuls, eating the warm chicken wings that my grandma had worked so hard to fry. I don’t know whether it was because the chicken wings that had just come out of the pan were hot and made my body feel so warm or because of this love. , makes me feel so warm.

Grandma sat silently with her head tilted and looked at me with a smile until I finished eating, then she went to drink water. Looking at her retreating back, she suddenly felt like grandma. So great...

In fact, love does not require large gifts. In life, you can experience this subtle love from a word or an action, as long as you pay attention... Love is in the subtleties 7

There is a lot of subtle love in the world. No matter where you are, you will meet it.

I think there is no one in the world who doesn’t like celebrating birthdays. Like me - I am a child who loves celebrating birthdays.

Every year when September comes, I get very excited when I think about my birthday in a few days. My heart is so excited that it feels like it will beat out of my heart. On my birthday, my whole family will give me blessings, including my grandmother who loves me the most. My grandmother’s home is in the south of the city, but my home is in the east of the city. Such a long distance cannot stop me. Grandma came to celebrate my birthday.

In the morning, Father Sun climbed up slowly from the hillside, yawning with a toothbrush in his mouth, but at this time, Grandma didn’t seem to wake up. I've been getting up early to prepare for my birthday. My grandma is a very talkative person. As long as I live in my grandma's house, I can always hear her advice and advice. As long as she is here, I never leave anything behind. Her body is fat and her legs and feet are a bit awkward. When it rains outside, her legs hurt terribly. She always thinks less about herself and more about us, and she will let us do anything good.

On my birthday, she would first go to the farmer’s market to buy my favorite fruits, and then her favorite vegetables. She would not be distracted once during the whole process, and would always choose the best and most expensive ones. Because she knows that my favorite birthday is, she will go to the cake shop again, buy my favorite cake, and rush to the east of the city. It is already past 9:00. I fell asleep, and then I was awakened by the sound of the door opening. I opened the door, and my sleepy eyes were very small. When I saw it, it turned out that my grandma was coming, and my sleepiness disappeared immediately. , her head was wet with shouting, but her face was filled with smiles. Grandma put down her things, told her how to cook my favorite dishes, and then turned around and left.

I

opened the window of the room and looked downstairs, and saw her waddling away into the distance. Looking at her fat back, my eyes suddenly became hazy... Love is in the subtleties 8

There are many ways to express love. You can shout out loud and straightforwardly, I love you, you can It can be reflected in the pampering and care of one eye, and can be shown in the companionship day after day, year after year. However, the love I think should be reflected in every frown, every smile, every move, every posture and every posture.

Such a subtle love is like a red tile between the roofs, like a piece of broken glass at the corner of the window, like a thin thread on clothes, too ordinary, too simple, too weak , too small, but the smaller the love, the greater the touch.

Pay attention to safety on the road and perform better in school. Goodbye! My mother's advice is always what I must listen to when I go out to put on my shoes in the morning. Day after day, I miraculously don't feel bored. I raise the corners of my mouth and whisper goodbye! At dinner, on the table, a pair of wooden chopsticks silently placed a piece of deboned fish meat on the grains of rice in my bowl. As I was slicing the rice, I looked up with wide eyes. I saw eyes full of smiles. Eat more. The fish will be smart! Late at night, a pair of slender hands placed a glass of milk on the desk, and my mother's slightly serious voice came from behind me, hurrying to do my homework. Then there were footsteps walking away again, and the back of my hand gently leaned against the wall of the cup. The warm touch made my heart feel warm.

Driving on the street, I tilted my head slightly and raised my head slightly, listening to the gentle singing of the breeze. For a moment, the refreshing feeling disappeared, and I felt doubtful. I raised my eyes slightly and saw that the car window was closed. I was about to ask my father, but then I saw the chemical plant slowly moving backwards outside the car window. I was startled, and then I slowly understood. Dad always seems to be taciturn, but he always boils water and pours it into my tea cup the night before going to school. Even though he has never served me any food, he rarely uses his chopsticks to eat my favorite dishes. He only eats the bowl of food after I finish my meal.

In my memory, once the teacher came to teach homework, and we all sat down wearing short sleeves. Above the head, the electric fan was turned on at full power, its rustling sound echoing in the ears, slightly noisy, and the coolness was refreshing on the skin. I rubbed my arms and saw that the people around me still didn't feel cold, so I picked up the coat behind me and put it on quietly. I raised my head and glanced at the teacher, only to see that the teacher also glanced at me, turned around, took a step, lowered the fan speed, and continued to lecture. My eyes widened, and I suddenly felt happy and warm in my heart.

At that time, my cold was not completely cured. My nose was always sneezing, but after a while, it became stuffy again. Therefore, in the midst of all kinds of discomfort, the nose inhales and exhales, which lasts intermittently, becoming a tuneless symphony. Suddenly he saw the white thing in his hand, which was a tissue. I was stunned and confused, then looked up again and saw the slightly silly friendly smile of my deskmate, and I couldn't help but smile in the same way. We took the tissue and didn't say a word between us, which was the best reply.

Love is in every particle of dust, in every air, and is with us anytime, anywhere. When you cough, it is the warm boiled water handed to you; when you are lonely, it is the big palm that holds you firmly; when you are cold, it is the coat silently added to your back; when you are bored Sometimes, it is a self-made joke.

Love is in the subtleties, how subtle is it? centimeter? Millimeters? Micron? nanometer? I can't see or touch it, but I really feel it! Love is in the little things 9

Love is everywhere. As long as you taste it with your heart, you will find that love is in the subtleties.

When I get home from school every day, a peeled kiwi will be lying on the fruit plate on the table. Grandma has already peeled it, waiting for me to come home.

I like to eat kiwi fruit the most. The taste of kiwi fruit is sweet and sour, but that time, I tasted a different taste.

One day when I got home, there was no fruit plate on the table. There was a note lying on the table. I picked it up and read on it: Grandma is hospitalized with a fracture. The kiwi is in the refrigerator. Do it yourself!

"Do it yourself? I have never peeled a kiwi fruit!" Having said that, I still took out a kiwi fruit from the refrigerator and started peeling it. I was used to eating kiwi fruit peeled by my grandma. I didn't expect it at all. It's so troublesome to peel.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... I haven't peeled the kiwi fruit clean yet. After a lot of effort, I finally finished peeling it. The uneven kiwi fruit was so ugly. I shook my hand covered with kiwi fruit hair and sighed. : "Grandma, it's not easy every day..."

In the next month, I peeled the kiwi fruit by myself. Slowly, the peeling speed became faster and faster, and the technique became better and better.

Finally, grandma came back from the hospital. As soon as she saw me, she asked: "Taotao, when grandma was not at home, no one helped you peel the kiwi fruit. I feel sorry for you." Then she limped to the kitchen on crutches, "Today, grandma, To make it up to you, I’ll give you two big ones!” I quickly stopped her: "Grandma, if you have inconvenience on your legs and feet, just take a good rest and don't peel it!" "Nonsense! How can you say that you can't peel kiwis if you have inconvenience on your legs and feet?" Grandma struggled to get rid of my hand, limping. Turning around and walking towards the kitchen...

From that day on, the kiwi fruit peeled by my grandma was placed on the fruit plate on the table as before. It was so plump, so round, and the light green fruit The kernel exudes a sweet fragrance, which makes you salivate.

I carefully picked up the elf and put it in my mouth to savor it. In addition to the sweet and sour taste, I also tasted another taste, my grandma’s love for me. Love doesn't have to be grand, it can also be ordinary, in the subtleties of life. Love is in the subtleties 10

Speaking of love, we must be familiar with it, because in life, there are too many kinds of love. That morning, the love in an inconspicuous little corner, although subtle, moved me and made it difficult for me to let go.

That day, I hurried to school as usual. Halfway through, a beige dog suddenly appeared and scared me half to death. I quickly dropped the milk in my hand and ran away. After running for a while, I found that it was not chasing me. It just stood in the same place, walked around the milk carton a few times, then lowered its head and sniffed it carefully. Suddenly, it seemed to know something and picked up the milk. The box ran away in a flash. I suddenly realized: It turned out that it "didn't care about wine", it suddenly appeared and came to rob my milk.

I hurriedly chased after it, but it was too late. It had already disappeared. Really, I couldn’t find it. When I was about to give up, I suddenly found an intermittent trace of water on the ground. This must be The milk carton fell down. Haha, there is always a way, that dog is so stupid, it never thought that the milk would drip and leave a water mark. I followed the water traces until I came to a small corner.

As expected, I found the dog. It was lying there motionless, staring at the small cardboard box in front of it. It showed absolutely no reaction to my arrival. Okay, okay, you not only grabbed my milk but also ignored my existence, I must make you look good! I walked over quietly, wanting to give it some color. But as I got closer, I discovered that there was a kitten in the cardboard box. It was dirty and no bigger than my palm. In front of it was the milk that the dog had "robbed". It stretched out its pink little tongue and kept licking the milk dripping from the straw. The dog looked at it tenderly, as if looking at its own child. It suddenly dawned on me: It turned out that the dog snatched my milk to give it to the kitten. Animals like cats and dogs that are incompatible with each other are like family at this moment. I was deeply moved by this scene of friendship.

Although a cat and a dog are humble, their love is also very insignificant. But this kind of love warmed that little corner and me, and is deeply engraved in my memory. Love is in the little things 11

The car window was full of accumulated raindrops, and the camphor tree outside the window was also swaying in the wind. At this time, the car had already driven to the school parking lot.

"What should I do?" I was worried.

The car stopped, I pushed open the door, and ran out quickly, but the big raindrops still hit me mercilessly on my face, head, and back of my hands... I stepped on it. I hit a puddle and the rain splashed on my trousers. I really wanted to stay at home, where I didn't have to get wet in the rain and could still enjoy the care and love of my parents. Thinking about it, thinking about it, I had already arrived at the school gate.

I suddenly felt that the rain had stopped, and I could only hear the sound of rain hitting the big sycamore tree in the school. I looked up and saw a sky-blue umbrella high in the sky. Lifted above my head.

Turning around, I saw a big sister wearing a red vest. I suddenly remembered that they were the big stars in the school - Heya volunteers!

But my eyes didn’t stay there for a while, and then turned to her clothes. In order to hold an umbrella for me, she left most of the umbrella to me without caring about herself at all. The clothes on her shoulders were completely soaked by the rain. Looking at her determined eyes again, I couldn't help but feel sad. I sincerely admire this big sister from the bottom of my heart.

But in a blink of an eye, she had already taken me into the Heya teaching building. I was about to turn around and say "Thank you!" to her, but she had already run away, leaving me alone. A resolute figure.

Every time I see a red vest, I feel a surge of gratitude in my heart. In my memory, campus life will always be happier and warmer because of this little bit of red!

Love is in the little things. This little bit of love is scattered in every corner of my life journey. I pick them up one by one and treasure them in my heart! Love is in the little things 12

He who cannot be angry is a fool, but he who does not get angry is smart.

——Inscription

The graceful oriole cries, showing infinite pity; close your eyes in reverie, listen to the chirping of birds and the chirping of cicadas, love is hidden in every detail.

In the new year, the warm sunshine fills the sky and the earth, which is extremely heroic.

I didn’t bring my schoolbag, and my heart was filled with ups and downs and I didn’t know what to do. My mother gave me my schoolbag. Like a flower blooming in the wind in spring. The moment I entered the school, I don't know where, a drop of crystal clear tears blurred my sight...

At this time, love is hidden in the careful place.

In midsummer, the heat wave hits all the cells in the body.

My grandfather, who was sweating profusely, saw how embarrassed I was and bought a popsicle. The confused and confused heart suddenly smiled warmly. The popsicle ran into my mouth and I couldn't help but take a lick. It's like seeing light from darkness, shining brightly. The moment I finished eating, from somewhere, a drop of crystal clear warmth blurred my sight...

At this time, love is hidden in kindness.

Autumn, the wild chrysanthemums are like poetry, and the autumn air is refreshing.

I went to climb a mountain. Halfway up the mountain, I couldn’t stand it anymore. My interest gradually faded away. The moment my father carried me on his back and reached the top of the mountain, from somewhere, a crystal clear drop of gratitude blurred my sight...

At this time, love is hidden in the place of father's love.

Suhomlinsky said: "Love, first of all, means dedication, which means dedicating the power of one's soul to the one you love and creating happiness for the one you love."

< p> I wish I could turn back time and ask for nothing more; although everyone will grow old, I sigh, but loving you makes me feel happy. At this time, love is in the subtleties. Love is in the little things 13

If we use a honeypot to describe our lives, it is really appropriate. Parents are the hard-working bees who carefully turn the pollen of love into honey. Don’t believe it. look.

Ingredient list of family honey:

Sweet and sour father honey

In life, father has always been a strict role, but he never goes too far. , just like the pruning workers never cut off too many branches and leaves, the purpose is to prevent your little tree from growing crookedly. The right amount of fried meat on bamboo boards can help you avoid detours, but in the final analysis, Dad It's always for your own good. My father's honey has a sweet and sour flavor, and the sourness is what relieves greasiness.

Mother’s Honey with Double the Taste

Compared to father, mother’s image is often more complex, tending to two extremes: spicy and soft. In dad’s “terrible” ” and then a “wonderful” will revive you. But if your mother prefers spicy food, don’t make any mistakes, otherwise a wonderful male-female duet (beating) will be staged at your home. Mother’s honey is like marshmallows, and its smooth texture will make you Forget all the unpleasantness.

Extremely sweet in-laws honey

Don’t get me wrong, the in-laws here refer to grandparents and grandparents. Since we are relatives from another generation, they tend to be particularly fond of us, but Due to lack of knowledge, they do not know how to educate their children, but they do know what love for children is. Although sometimes their doting (indulging) love is not conducive to growth, but in the father's sourness, this does not matter. Nothing.

The love of grandparents is like highly concentrated sugar water, so sweet that it hurts your teeth, but it is easy to cure.

Stir thoroughly

A cup of boiled water + a spoonful of sesame oil + a little salt +... will make a pot of soup. Stir together the honey brewed with love by your loved ones, and you will get a delicious soup. This is the true meaning of love, love is in the subtleties, it can make you grow healthily.

Now, you may have agreed with me. Cherish that perfect jar of honey, cherish the love that comes from the subtleties, and don’t live up to their expectations of you. Love in the subtleties 14

There is a kind of love that is silent, there is a kind of love that is ordinary but warm; there is a kind of love that is hidden in the subtleties, waiting for us to discover.

——Inscription

In midsummer in June, lotus flowers covered my forehead and heavy rain poured down. In the cold and lonely wind, a few green leaves flew by, soaked with raindrops, floating in the details of memory...

The setting sun fell to the treetops, and the cool wind carried the flying catkins rippling everywhere, which was exciting. Annoyed. Before going to bed, I suddenly felt unwell. My mother lay beside the bed and asked, "What's wrong?" "It's nothing." "You can't hide it from me, what's wrong?" I froze and said, "I...have a headache." "My mother tried my forehead, then her own forehead, and said it was nothing serious. It would be fine as soon as I slept until dawn." She made my bed and left.

My mother came to the corner of the door and felt something was wrong. She said good night and left a trace of warmth on my cheek. Leave me alone and sleep happily.

The next day, I got dressed, jumped out of bed, and floated out of the bedroom. A fresh fragrance hits your nostrils. Outside the window, the sun was scorching the trees on the street, and the trees turned red in the face.

Mother is making fish soup. Made for me. Mother's hands became whiter and whiter, and her face became slightly thinner. The fish soup was ready, and my mother gave it to me. I sat on the chair and looked at the white and yellow fish soup. tasty! My throat is no longer dry and my energy is surging. After finishing the drink, I left quickly. In an instant, a dreamy bead slid down my eyelashes.

Love will never go out of style. Sometimes a mother's words, a look, or a small action can make a child excited for a whole day, and even affect changes in the child's temperament.

I can’t express in words exactly what maternal love is. I can only use a feeling to describe it, that is, on a summer morning, I walked among the densely shaded flowers. A ray of sunshine brings me warmth. Love is in the little things 15

Because my father has a stern face, I always think that he is not a worldly person; because my father leaves early and comes home late, I always think that he is indifferent to me; because my father often uses "keep working hard" to prevaricate me. , I always thought he was cold and heartless; it wasn’t until that stormy afternoon that I truly understood my father’s heart.

That time, I just walked out of the school gate after school, and I saw my father standing at the school gate. He was waiting for me at the gate with an umbrella. We got on the motorcycle, and I sat on the motorcycle with an umbrella. Behind his father, like a fledgling baby, timidly hiding under the strong and powerful wings of the eagle, he inadvertently touched his father's cold wrist. I quickly shrank back as if I was struck by electricity. My father gave me his umbrella when it was raining, and he was only wearing a thin T-shirt! I could no longer sit behind my father as I should, and softly said, "Dad!" I don't know whether it was because of the strong wind speed or other reasons, but my father didn't hear me even after I called him several times. My vision was slightly blurred, but the needlepoints of the white hair hidden in the black hair stung my eyes deeply again. Time is not forgiving! The footprints of those years stepped on my heart. The corners of my eyes were moist, and an inexplicable warmth surged in my heart. I leaned closely against my father--I wanted to pass on the warmth in my heart to him. Tears slowly and quietly flowed down her cheeks.

I always complained that my father didn’t do enough, but now, as his son, I can’t help but feel guilty and grateful... My father doesn’t praise me because he wants me to avoid being proud; my father leaves early and comes home late. I work hard and give me a free space; my father’s face is serious, not because he is unkind, but because he wants me to use another method to be down-to-earth...