Ask the angel essay in my heart (essay on girls' day)

A long time ago, my teacher pointed to the sky and told me that there were many beautiful angels living in a distant paradise. ...

Beautiful light ring, decorated with blonde hair. This white dress suits her very well. Beautiful face, fair skin, smiling expression, sparkling wand in left hand, right hand reaching out to you. ...

Is this an angel?

When the teacher told me that there were angels, I firmly believed that angels must exist around us. ...

When I was four years old, I thought angels were actually mothers. My mother is like a beautiful angel, taking care of me all the time. Open an umbrella for me in rainy days, stay in front of the hospital bed when I am sick, and even wash my clothes, cook and boil water, and help clean the housework at home every day ... beautiful angels flash in my mind every day, and those slender hands have been holding my left hand. ...

When I was seven years old, I thought angels were actually teachers. Teachers teach us a wealth of knowledge every day, whether in books or after class, whether telling stories or telling jokes. Teach in class and play with us after class. Laugh with us when we succeed and comfort us when we fail. Think with us if you have problems, and have fun with us if you solve them. This is a teacher and an angel. The angel wrote and drew on the blackboard with chalk in his hand, and taught us a lot with language. At that time, I thought they were the most beautiful angels ...

When I was ten years old, I thought that angels were people who silently made contributions to society and worked hard for their families. Angels are men and women. Whether it's from Hu Jintao who works day and night for the country, to the sanitation worker who cleans the community every morning, whether it's Hong Zhanhui who brought home the bacon since childhood, or Deng Bingqing who lives alone to take care of her blind sister and terminally ill mother ... these are the most beautiful angels in my heart. ...

These beautiful angels deserve our respect. ...

However, are angels really just like this?

After experiencing more and more things in the world, I gradually feel that there is an angel in everyone's heart, and that is ourselves. Nothing is perfect, and neither are angels. We can't try to make others perfect, but we can make ourselves perfect through our own efforts. The angel in our hearts needs us to carve it slowly. ...

Bit by bit, after years of baptism and secular training. ...

Little by little, learn to appreciate and help others. ...

Little by little, learn to bear setbacks and face difficulties. ...

Little by little, carve yourself more perfectly. ...

In the process of carving hard, we have tasted bitterness, pain, happiness and emotion. ...

The more you carve, the closer you get to the angel. ...

Unconsciously, you find that angels have become ourselves. Everyone has a beautiful angel in his heart. ...