Who can give me an article entitled "The Gift of"? ! ! ! ! ! ! It is the Zibo 20 1 1 senior high school entrance examination. .

I think every little corner of life is full of rare treasures. Look down at any time, don't worry about not finding it.

Stumbling on a certain road in life, as long as you can find a little glimmer in the opaque darkness, it is not lost; Wandering in the endless seaside of Xue Hai, as long as you can find a small piece of beautiful shells from the dense rocky beach, it is not empty-handed; In the dull and busy life, although every day seems similar, as long as you open your eyes to find out, you can have wonderful and moving memories.

Get ready every morning, return home with a full load every night, wash away the dust, and fall asleep in the fragrant and clean bedding room ... If you understand this mood, you can find the trace of the first flower after a whole season of freezing in winter.

Dear friends, I always want to play and laugh with you.

Whenever I have a new view on something, a good idea, or a joke I heard recently, I always think of the other person at the first time. We are all angels with only one wing. Only by hugging together can we fly. We came together because of the accidental intersection of the roads under our feet. Since then, the gap in life is no longer pale, full of laughter, and even the footprints left by the places we stepped on are no longer lonely.

The greeting cards received in the past three years are piled in a thick pile and carefully placed in the innermost corner of the bookcase. Deliberate and unique greetings, funny graffiti with crayons, and charming cartoon smiling faces beside signatures are all like the tinkling of wind chimes at the window in the afternoon, so beautiful and unforgettable.

From the day I was born, you were destined to be an indispensable helper in my life, my beloved relative.

The homework was done late at night, and suddenly a steaming cup of milk was gently placed on the table, and my mother's warm smile came into view. Grandma's eightieth birthday and the final exam met on the same day, sitting in the examination room, suddenly staring at the draft paper in a daze, suddenly laughing, and decided to write grandma's back and delicious food into the composition ...

I know that no matter how many things have happened, or how many years have passed, I will always be the little figure in your heart who is still babbling and toddler, flapping its immature wings and rampaging, and needs your tolerance, teaching and encouragement. Whenever I ignore your concern and worry, or forget to say "I love you", please don't mind, my heart has not changed as before.

Thanks to the sunshine in the sky, the breeze in the forest, the new leaves on the branches … and those eyes that always follow my footsteps.

Where is the gift of life? I wrote the riddle here, and the answer is in your heart.