Articles about love

"To love work is to love life." This feeling stems from my recent experience.

It was Friday, and it was my turn to be on duty. Because the sales of cultural paper are in the peak season, it is impossible to pack all the products during the day, and it is necessary to work overtime at night to continue loading. Less than 8 o'clock in the evening, the people in the office have already left, and the whole hall is empty, and only the roar of machines from time to time in the distance can be faintly heard. After I ate some food, I went to the computer to sort out the implementation of the sales plan for the day. At nine o'clock, my mother called to ask when she would come home. Because there are still two cars loading paper in 16 workshop and the bill of lading hasn't come yet, I can only comfort my mother to go home at once and tell her not to worry too much. One minute passed, and when the clock pointed to 10:20, the driver finally packed his car and started to open the bill of lading. Wearing a greasy military coat and a crooked hat, he said apologetically, "It's so late, you are still waiting for us to load the car!" " I smiled and said, "Without waiting for you, our goods won't arrive at the printing house tomorrow. What about the customer's paper?" I have to wait for you for a while! "He took the bill of lading and said gratefully," Thank you. " Watching the driver's back disappear into the night, I stretched myself, packed my things and got up to go home.

It was dark and cold, and the fierce cold wind roared mercilessly to stop everything. I can't help but wrap my clothes and move on. Because it's getting late and so cold, there are few pedestrians on the road. Dim street lamps and wide roads make winter nights particularly cold.

I struggled to climb the high-altitude paper bridge on my bicycle, and the casual scene made my heart beat unconsciously. At the other end of the bridge, the old man who sells fruit during the day has not closed the stall, and the lonely figure stands in the cold wind.

Approaching slowly, I saw the old man selling fruit curled up and sitting on a small stool behind Nuoda fruit stall. Seeing my appearance, the old man immediately got up and looked at me with a smile. Seeing the smiling face of the old man, my heart seemed to be stung by something, which was painful and cold. Under the old man's expectant eyes, I approached the fruit stand. Seeing the old man's slightly hunched body, dark skin, vicissitudes of life face and expectant eyes, I couldn't let myself pass, almost involuntarily stopped the car. I jumped out of the car and pushed it straight to the fruit stand. The old man immediately introduced me to all kinds of fruits, including apples, monkeys, bananas, winter dates, dried fruits ... Looking at the melons and fruits in front of me and the busy and excited old man, my nose was sour and my tears were about to fall. An idea flashed through my mind: "It's really not easy for people to live!" I bought five catties of bananas and three catties of winter dates, holding heavy fruits with mixed feelings. In the grateful eyes of the old man, I got on the bus and walked forward. Behind him came the old man's warm exhortation: "Girl, be careful on the road ..."

After walking for more than ten meters, when I turned around, the old man was still standing there, smiling at me. The old man's words echoed in my ears like echoes in the valley ... The old man greeted every passerby with expectant eyes, and then looked at every back in the past with grateful eyes, day after day, month after month.

Yellow leaves fly in the air with the cold wind, and slowly return to the embrace of Mother Earth, just like the old man's old age. Old people are trying to make a living when they should be enjoying their old age. On such a cold night, they stick to the side of the road only to stop occasionally among a few pedestrians.

Although I sometimes stay on duty until late at night, I don't know how many times better than the old people on the roadside. Even compared with those graduates who have gone to college but haven't found a job, they are happy enough. From this I thought: "Don't hate your job because of trivial things, so don't cherish your job." Love our work and we will enjoy it. "Work is an indispensable part of our life. It is not only a means for us to make a living, but also a source of dependence and happiness for us to realize the value of life. No matter how hard and tired we are, falling in love with it means falling in love with our life, and our life will be richer and more perfect because of our enthusiasm.

In fact, people's life and happiness often depend on their mentality. Treat with a dull heart, accept with a grateful heart, repay with a persistent heart, and be moved with a loving heart. I believe we will live more easily and better.

Canary waiting for love

In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked left. I was the only one left in bed, and my husband went out again. I picked up the message on the bedside. I don't need to read it, I know what it says. "Sleep more, I went to the company." I put the paper in the drawer, which is already full of notes with the same content. This is the first thing I do every morning.

When my husband is not at home, I always stay alone, quietly on the balcony, lying on the rattan chair, listening to the natural sound of waves colliding with rocks. It feels like hearing Bayer's piano performance, which is real, grand, energetic and touching.

When my husband is not at home, I will sit on the garden lawn with my poodle in my arms, play with him and enjoy the feeling of being close to animals, just like chatting with my good friends. Although he can't understand what I'm saying, sometimes animals are more reassuring than people.

When my husband is not at home, I like to stand in front of the French window with a homemade low-alcohol cocktail and look at the busy figure of the servant outside. Sometimes it is also a kind of enjoyment. Some of them are catching insects for flowers, some are pruning leaves, some are cleaning the courtyard, and the doorman Lao Li is holding a newspaper (that was read by my husband this morning and later told by the gardener's 5-year-old daughter Su Fei). And I know that Lao Li is playing chess with Duke Zhou at this time, because my little poodle is running around his feet, but he has no reaction at all. It seems that he is really conscientious in guarding the door at night.

When my husband is not at home, I always sit on the sofa in the living room, listening to classical music, reading popular fashion magazines, or holding a pile of paper towels, wiping my nose and watching funny or tearful soap operas.

When my husband is not at home, I pretend to smile and accompany a group of aunts and grandmothers who don't know each other very well and only come to the door when there are three vacancies. Every time I gamble, I lose. It's not that I am inferior to others. It's just that I want them to keep a good tongue and get their ears off early. So every time I lose money, my husband will pity me and give me a sum of money (several times more than what I actually lost) to prevent them from coming again, for fear that my purse will dry up and lose face at home.

When my husband is not at home, I mostly hide in his study and log on to fictional networks. Because of fiction, I can talk about everything, knock on the keyboard and wreak havoc in it without stiff strangers, and time quickly slips through my fingers.

Although a person is lonely at home, I am willing to break my wings for love and be a canary in a cage, waiting for my lover to come home.

Show it to my mother.

In the years when Xiong devoted himself to writing Zhang, his old mother always accompanied him. As long as she sees her son writing in the study, she will sit on the sofa where she can see his back in the living room all day, silently accompanying him. Bear was tired of writing, so he went to the living room to chat with his mother for a while. At this time, her mother will tell some old stories about Yingshan's hometown. "Zhang" is like this. In front of my old mother's eyes, it is written in volumes.

When Zhang wrote the last volume, the publishing house pressed him very hard. Xiong's wife is the leader of a unit, and her work is very busy. Her son is studying abroad. He thought that maybe he didn't have more time to talk to his old mother, so he sent her back to his hometown in Yingshan for a temporary stay. However, once when he went back to Yingshan to see his mother, she told him that as long as he didn't see his son's figure one day, he felt empty in his heart. At this time, the old man was old and gradually showed the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease, but she hoped that her son would take her to treatment as soon as possible. The only reason why the old man wants to cure the disease quickly is that he is afraid that once he is old and demented, he can no longer watch his son write and talk to him. When he returned to China that time, Xiong returned to Wuhan with his old mother without saying anything. Afterwards, he told his friends that he knew at that time that without his mother, even his mother's wish to be with his son every day could not be realized, so what was the point of his writing?

In recent years, my mother's Alzheimer's disease has become more serious. One day, the family told her that Xiong's book won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. The old man miraculously woke up for a while and sat there and said to himself, "How do you know how much you have suffered since childhood?" At that moment, Xiong also understood from his heart that every book he wrote, all his writing, was also "for his mother."

Infinite kindness

Speaking of the kind and sacred name "teacher", there is always an inexplicable touch in my heart. In class, she teaches us to impart knowledge; In life, she took care of us and brought us up. On the long road of life, she is like a bright light, accompanying us forward and illuminating our future.

Teacher Qin is the head teacher of our third grade. To tell the truth, before this, the situation in our class was not very good, and the overall academic performance and class discipline were at the bottom of the whole grade. After Mr. Qin took our class, although he was strict with us and always made the students a little scared, he gave us more motherly care. Take the fifth grade skipping competition as an example. As soon as the school informed us, Mr. Qin organized the students to practice skipping rope every day, checked it in person every day, and let the whole class compete in groups. Whoever thinks he is a good dancer can challenge other students. Through a series of "PK" competitions, he encouraged his classmates to take an active part in activities and actively compete for the first place. At that time, there was a jump rope craze in our class. Whether after class or after school, students will practice skipping whenever they have time. Students who can't dance well are as anxious as ants in your pants. After rounds of self-selection competition, our class selected excellent players to participate in the school competition, and finally the gold certificate flew to our class, and the students were so happy. This honor embodies teacher Qin's ardent expectations and the hard work of the whole class. The moment I got the certificate, the whole class was boiling. From then on, the class reached a climax step by step, and the academic performance was getting better and better, and awards followed. ...

The teacher is Chunyu, and we are Chunmiao. How can spring seedlings grow without the watering of spring rain! Teacher Qin, we thank you for opening up a whole new world for us.

In the past three years, Miss Qin, like her mother, cared for me, nurtured me and gave me great care and encouragement. It turns out that I am timid and have a low voice when answering questions and reading texts. Teacher Qin specially trains me and often makes me read the text aloud in class. Now I am a "reading expert" in my class. Last year, when the whole school practiced the performance of China Symphony Fan, because it was too hot, I was dizzy by the sun and almost fell down. Teacher Qin saw it, so she quietly came up to me, asked me about my situation with concern, and found me a cool place to rest for a while. Looking at the loving teacher Qin, a warm current welled up in my heart. ...

Yes, teachers are like hardworking gardeners, cultivating the flowers of the motherland; Teachers are like hardworking bees, collecting nectar all day long to supplement nutrition for cultivating the pillars of the motherland. The six-year primary school is coming to an end, and the days with teachers have entered the countdown. Cherish it! This teacher-student relationship will be an unforgettable memory in my life. ...

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Teachers are candles, burning themselves and illuminating others. If a candle is afraid of sacrifice, it will never burn. Teacher Qin, like a silent candle, has cultivated us from young and ignorant children into well-read and polite teenagers. Teacher Qin, we thank you! Teacher Qin, we love you more!

There is a good saying: "once a teacher, always a father." We can't repay your infinite kindness. I will always remember this kindness in my heart.

There is a love called to let go

I like to listen to a song by A Mu, which is called "There is a kind of love called Let Go". Whether parents love their children or teachers love their students, too much love will make love heavier, stifled and farther-it is better to let children fly by themselves. Letting go is actually a kind of love!

There is a kind of love called letting go. I once read the news that there are many newly hatched turtles on the islands in the South Pacific. A kind-hearted tourist drove away the eagle with his hands and rescued the newly emerged "reconnaissance turtle", which caused all the turtles to file out and became a delicious meal for the eagle. When the kind tourists found this turtle, they probably wanted to help it return to the sea through his love! Inadvertently let the "reconnaissance turtle" send the wrong message, which brought disaster to all turtles.

The kind tourist killed the turtles because he loved them. What a sigh!

There is a kind of love called letting go. Father's love is the mountain, and mother's love is the sea. The mountain breeds everything, and the father is a strong arm; All rivers run into the sea, and mother is a warm embrace. Parents love their children and take good care of them. In order to let us concentrate on our studies, we have done almost all the housework. In order to make our children grow sturdily and our daughters grow sturdily, we take money from our meager salary to make up lessons. For our personal safety, we are never allowed to travel alone.

We deeply know that you all want your children to have a better future, which we can understand. Really, we also long for your love, just as flowers need rain and dew, but the downpour can also knock out countless petals. We are eager for your love protection, but heavy love is sometimes a burden! Guess what? If you can't make ends meet, you will only make more little emperors and princesses. Making up lessons will only make more little slaves, and staying under your protection forever will only make more cowards and retarded people-please let go, please give us some free space and let us grow up slowly, OK?

If you love us, you cannot take our place. Love cannot be an obstacle. You should learn to let go.

There is a kind of love called letting go. Teacher's love is the drizzle that moistens everything in spring, the breeze in summer, the sweat harvested in autumn and the warm sunshine in winter. Teachers have no regrets, and education can be described as meticulous. In order to make our morning reading class more quality, we always come to school one hour in advance to supervise us; In order to keep in touch with my parents, I send text messages on my mobile phone every day. In order to get us into key middle schools, we always buy more and more extracurricular materials.

We deeply understand that you all want your students to get good grades in junior high school exams, and we are very grateful for this. Really, we are eager for your teaching, just as flowers need sunshine, but the scorching sun can scorch countless petals. We are eager for your love protection, but heavy love is sometimes a burden! Yes, in the sea of knowledge, we are really like those turtles, born soon, wet behind the ears. But we have the courage to swim across the sea alone. Dear teacher, if you love us, please let go and let us experience the necessary setbacks in life growth! Okay？

If you love us, you should let us grow up in practice and setbacks.

There is a kind of love called letting go, and letting go is also love. Give up eternal thoughts for love! Great love is seamless! True love is infinite!

Love is in the nuances.

Late at night, the moon is high and the clouds are light, and the windows are bright and clean. ..........

I studied hard at my desk, and a thin figure came into view. It's mom! The hot tea in my hand is steaming, coming silently, putting down the teacup and turning away, leaving me with a loving back. ...

Love is in the nuances. Willow is crying, green and green. In hot summer, the best time to enjoy the cool is under the willow tree. Recordable willow branches dancing in the wind, let everyone applaud. Some people are very interested. They break off a willow branch, weave a straw hat as a joke and throw it away afterwards. A little boy of six or seven years old caught my attention. He picked up the wicker discarded by people and the cuttings fell into the soil one by one. This explains the subtlety of love.

Love is in the nuances. People often use "autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves" to describe fallen leaves. Once, the autumn wind swept the earth, falling leaves, like a golden butterfly. The withered leaves are scattered and look bleak. A six-or seven-year-old girl came humming and frowned when she saw the fallen leaves on the ground. She picked up a fallen leaf and dug a hole one centimeter in diameter with a small shovel in her hand. Gently put the fallen leaves in and bury them in the soil. What does the little girl want? He thinks that everything has life and leaves fall from trees. How painful! She wants to bury leaves, just like burying leaves after death. The girl's innocent mentality touched everyone, and her love was in the nuances. Small moves amaze people around you, because love is entangled in subtleties.

Love is subtle, maternal love is like water, clean and gentle; Motherly love is like a mountain, hard and powerful; Motherly love is like the wind, blowing your heart; Maternal love is like rain, watering your dry heart. A glass of water tells the truth, and a mother's glass of water represents her concern and consideration for her children.

If love is regarded as a cup of strong tea, then when the tea is finished, the intoxicating fragrance will remain in the cup, and the faint love will drive away the inner fear with softness; Light love is like wind and rain, followed by a sunny rainbow; Subtle love gives you the power to defeat evil demons.

Love is found in subtleties, and only careful people can find love.

The encouragement of love can make a frustrated person sail far and wide. The encouragement of love may rekindle the flame of hope for a depressed person. Feel love, give love and find love! Because-love is in the nuances.

friendly

Every time I see the word "friendship", I think of a past event. I remember there were several transfer students in the class in the third grade, one of whom was a chubby classmate with a round face. The teacher arranged him next to me. Soon we became good friends. His name is Jiang Zhiqiang, and his math scores are excellent. He is called a "genius" in mathematics. Once, our class had a math exam. I have done all the previous questions, and the last one stumped me. I looked at Jiang Zhiqiang next to me. His papers have all been finished and are being checked. Yes, I think I'll ask him for help. I handed him the note, and he saw it and lost it. I said angrily, "I won't be your friend." I handed the test paper to the teacher angrily and walked out of the classroom. In a short time, Jiang Zhiqiang also handed the test paper to the teacher and caught up with me and said, "Cheating is a bad behavior, and ultimately it hurts yourself." I heard this sentence, but I don't think so. Well, what's the big deal? We haven't spoken for many days since then. One day after school, he caught up with me and said to me, "I will transfer in a few days." Can I make up with you? ""transfer? Make up? ..... "I don't know what to say at the moment, I just stood. It all happened so suddenly. Looking at his distant back, I was jealous ... and we became good friends again. The night before he left, we talked a lot, and we were really reluctant to part. This incident is deeply imprinted in my mind, because it makes me really understand the meaning of "friendship".