The title of an essay is to call, ah, ah, ah, ah, quick, quick, quick, help a brother and sister.

In the sunset, clusters of new leaves are like pieces of glittering and translucent jade, swaying in the cool breeze. A bird poked its head out of the nest hole in the tree and craned its neck to look at the distance.

Under the big tree in front of the ward, sat an old man and a little boy.

"Everyday, what do you want most now?"

"Well, what I want most is a small pistol to kill the disease. In this way, grandpa and I can leave here. I can play with my children and grandpa can go home. "

"Yes, little pistol, go home ..."

The old man murmured. As time goes by, the wrinkles on the old man's face seem deeper and denser.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you? Sing to you every day. " After that, he began to dance, and the young songs and brisk steps made the old man laugh.

The old man was laughing, but who saw the tears in his eyes? Who understands the bitterness in his eyes? Who has tasted the loneliness of tears? Looking at every day, the old man can't help thinking of the happy time when his son was by his side when he was young. Son, why don't you come to see dad? Did you hear dad's phone call?

The old man looked up and the birds in the nest were still craning their necks. In the sky not far away, there seems to be a vague shadow singing and flying. ...

Tears, those are the old man's heavy and sad tears.

"Grandpa, why are you crying? The teacher said that children love to cry because they can't get what they want. I'll buy you whatever grandpa wants every day. "

The old man's heart trembled: what a naive "little grandson"! Can everything in the world be bought and sold? Family ties are priceless.

Past scenes flashed in the old man's mind like lanterns. In my memory, there is a small pistol that he personally made for his son when he was a child, and a lonely figure that the small pistol was forgotten when he grew up; As far as I can remember, my son never got a considerate greeting after he went to town to get married. ...

"Grandpa, it's enough to have you around. Grandpa is old, what else do you need? " The old man pondered for a long time. "Come on, let's make small pistols and kill those bad things!" "

The sunset is like blood. There are new leaves whispering in the evening breeze; On the branches, birds are singing after reunion. What does the old man expect when he looks at the distance?

In fact, human beings, like birds, need not only care for everything in the world, but also what?

2. The call of spring breeze

The call of spring breeze evokes harmony-

"Who is willing to give her seat to the old lady? Thank you. Who wants to ... "The bus attendant called many times, but everyone was indifferent. Still sitting in their seats one by one. About five minutes later, a young man with a broken leg leaned on a crutch and said, "I'll give you my seat!" " You stand there and don't move. I'll help you. "

The call of spring breeze evokes friendship-

"ah!" With this cry, the students' eyes fell on the playground, and the classmate rolled on the ground with his feet in his arms. It turned out that his foot was twisted. Students flocked to help the student go to the school doctor's office. The teacher stood by and smiled knowingly, as if he had seen the morning sun.

The call of spring breeze evokes family relations-

"My lovely granddaughter, come and eat this chicken leg." Grandpa put a big chicken leg in my bowl.

"Grandpa, thank you! I don't want to eat, I'll give it to you. " I put it in my bowl again, and then in grandpa's bowl. "Hey, if you do this again, Grandpa won't like you." The chicken leg is in my bowl again. "Grandpa, eat! If you clip it into my bowl again, I won't hurt you ... "

The call of spring breeze evokes a nostalgia-

The weather is bad, the clouds are gathering, and it will rain soon. "Where did Aunt Li go? Her clothes are still hanging outside! " "She went to get oil. "It was dark and cold. It's raining as hard as beans. I only saw Aunt Liu beating clothes in the rain and putting them in Aunt Li Er's house. Aunt Li Er came back to know about it, and they smiled at each other. This smile is fixed by time.

The call of the spring breeze evokes all the beautiful things in the world, which are solidified by the air.

3, the call of green

Green is the color of nature, green is the color of life, and the green movement is the concern for the ecological environment and love for Mother Earth, such as Greenpeace in the world.

The world can't live without green, because green is a symbol of life, the spirit of all things, the messenger of peace and the witness of spring.

One year, the national adult college entrance examination, the composition topic is "If the world is not green", and the other year is "Spring Breeze and Yumenguan". These two compositions are related to green and ecology, showing people's desire for environmental protection and their call for green.

If the world is not green, the earth will be riddled with holes and scars; If the world is not green, the eyes will be barren and the earth will be lifeless; If there is no green in the world, there are barren land and rugged rocks everywhere; If the world is not green, life will lose its support and natural disasters will follow.

If there is no green in the world, moving music will lose its main theme; If the world is not green, beauty will naturally fail; If there is no green in the world, everything will become monotonous; If the world is not green, life will become pale and meaningless.

In addition to the green movement and green peace, there are now green channels, green food, green Olympics, green projects, green barriers, green environmental protection and green summer camps. All these are for a new green world, a pure land of mankind, a vitality of nature and the spring of the earth. They all express that people have a soft spot for green and call for green that symbolizes vitality.

The more green, the stronger the vitality; The more green, the higher the forest coverage rate; The more greening, the better soil and water conservation; The greener, the more environmentally friendly; The more green, the fresher the air; The more green, the brighter the sun; The more environmentally friendly you are, the longer you can live. The more green, the more spring in the world.

In addition to forests and grasslands, there are also vegetation and wetlands. They are all members of the green family, and human beings have the obligation and responsibility to protect them.

May the green on the earth become more and more thick; Let's live in a better, more beautiful and newer space. Let the green symbolizing life decorate the world and make it prosperous. Let the people of China grow up in the embrace of green and bathe in the sunshine in the breeze of spring breeze. From a distance, the inside and outside of the Great Wall, the north and south of the great river, the black water in the north mountain and the up and down of the great river will all show endless new green.

We call for green because it is a symbol of hope; We cry for green, because it is a part of life; We call for green, because it is the background color of the earth; We cry for green, because she is the spirit of nature.

Step 4 make a phone call

The world of mortals has been rolling for thousands of years, leaving a trace of thoughts in my heart. I sighed when I thought of the poet Long song. I remember that Li Xian was drifting away. I sincerely praised poetry and recited beautiful sentences. This is not a dream. If I forget, it will be a sad sigh It has been circulating for thousands of years, and now the soul of the nation is trembling, and I am also afraid. It's a long way, I mumble, calling for poetry!

Wait, look forward to the real cultural return, look forward to it, look forward to the dross culture no longer flooding!

One night's meditation, the next day's confusion, the passage of time, and the sad burial, we can't forget that period of history: the pen tip gently rubbed the paper, full of knowledge let it soar, rippling in Suzhou and Hangzhou, listening to the midnight poem echoing the bell, guarding the distance, reciting poems to show that the heart is like steel, rejuvenating the beauty of you, Ming Sheng, singing at the foot of the sky, lying idle, floating thoughts. What a quick way to write poems about Long song!

We are so busy now, let's call for poetry!

Confucian words, splash ink so far, famous sayings, such as Ganges sand, too numerous to mention:

"At sunrise, the flowers in the river are red, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." Jiangnan scenery is all in it. Autumn is bleak, tangled and endless, all in "the leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward." The loneliness and bitterness in Wutong is more drizzly, dribs and drabs at dusk. This time, what a sad word. "There is no doubt between the lines." After all, Qian Fan is not. The oblique glow is full of water. Another way of saying it is "We want two birds to fly in the sky with one wing and grow together on the ground, two branches of a tree." .. "The affection between men and women, lingering and practical, comes with an expression. Really beautiful!

We live a rough life, swallowing dates all day, calling for poetry and savoring the beauty and goodness in it.

In fact, poetry is not far away from us. We just look back in a hurry, and the years have passed. It is true that this culture prevailed thousands of years ago, but it is precisely the treasure of China culture, a memory that we can't forget, and a national quintessence that we can't give up. Where is the Chinese Soul? Say a call for poetry, because we are descendants of China, inheriting the wisdom of our ancestors and their precious poems.

Now the world is chaotic, advocating secularity and desire. We can't leave this place. If we don't want to blend in, how can we resist? Pick up the only pen around you and splash ink on the paper, and fight against nature and secularism with your own words!

Say a call to poetry, use it to stick to your ideal, use it to continue your hope for the world, recite a few words when you are bored, and write poetry when you are happy, fast and wonderful!

Say a call to poetry, so that your stomach is no longer pale, and the fog in front of you is flickering. Inherit the wisdom of your ancestors and make your stomach full of poetry and self-improvement!

Say a call to poetry, let's pick up this beautiful wealth!

Step 5 make a phone call

Dreams are still blooming and falling, and my garden is still like that, rippling with nightmare-like peace. Perhaps the clear green in the field is just thanking this lonely tranquility, swaying gently in the wind ... Suddenly, the flowers in my dream fell to the ground, and my home was no longer so calm. A group of robbers broke into their home, and cruel bullets broke this quiet home and peaceful world. The sunshine is not as bright and dim as before. On the roadside, children are crying loudly with trembling hands, calling for their lost mother, or their mother laments their dead relatives sadly; In the small town by the river, there were waves of sad sobs, heartbreaking pains and sad sobs. However, the green swaying in the wind is already a burnt-out candle; That lonely calm turned into sad tears. They cried in the ruins and smoke. This cry pierced my heart like a sword and tore my soul. This moment makes my heart cry. Sitting alone by the window, looking up at the starry sky, a meteor flashed across the sky, too fast for people to see clearly, and turned into a beautiful arc in the sky. I made a wish with my hand-

We crossed the long river of history, and our ancestors' bodies and hearts were dyed red with blood. "At that time, I was sitting in the classroom when a bomb landed in our school. We didn't have time to run out, as if waiting for death, and I lost my eyes. " This is a painful memory of a child in Gaza.

I don't expect anything but a quiet and peaceful life. I hope to prove myself with strength, not smoke and shells, not crying and parting. I hate the black smoke in the sky, and I hate the sad cry that stung my eardrum. Just like I still hate Japan today. Although it was a long time ago, the history of China people's humiliation cannot be forgotten. They used cold shells to penetrate our chests, and blood splashed on the land of China. The trauma and pain in the hearts of the people of China are irreparable. Although that period of history is getting farther and farther away from us, the imprint left by the years is something that everyone in China will never forget. Now, we have proved ourselves with strength. We are not weak, we are strong. Life is peaceful now. However, other countries were invaded: Iraq, Gaza and Hamas. When we are intoxicated with happiness, they are immersed in war. I have never experienced a war, but I know from the narratives of my elders that it was a painful memory, a pain that we can never erase. Put a pepper in your mouth, and the spicy taste will extend to your throat. Although it took a long time, it is still very spicy in your mouth. We all deliberately avoid pepper, because the first lesson let us know that it is very spicy. I can understand that they live in smoke and shells every day, and the life of fear makes them almost collapse.

I listed the wars in recent years:

Korean War, Vietnam War, China's counterattack against Vietnam, China-India War, Battle of Yingamadao, Iran-Iraq War, Iraq's invasion of Kuwait War, the three major wars in the Middle East, the Soviet Union's invasion of Afghanistan War, the Kosovo War, the Gulf War, the India-Pakistan War, the Bosnia-Herzegovina War, the Afghan War on Terrorism and the American invasion of Iraq. I believe everyone is familiar with these names! Yes, these are wars that have happened in recent years. Let's make a hypothesis: how many people will be injured in a war, 65,438+10,000, 500,000, 1 10,000 are countless. Let's count how many wars there will be and how many people will be hurt.

What the war left us was a bloody scene, and what it left us was the trauma of the soul. Is this God's arrangement or destiny's assignment? Is it that the world played another malicious joke on us? It grinned in the sky when we were in pain. Although the pain of family separation and physical scars will gradually heal, the pain in our hearts is like words carved on a stone, which makes us remember it in our hearts. Their cries, the chaos of the country, the separation of relatives, the loss of flesh and blood. Is this their fault? Why should they be punished so cruelly? The pain caused by war is unimaginable. Yes, our country can't be invaded, but we can't negotiate peacefully. Must we solve it with weapons and war? What is love in the world? Just ask others to commit suicide; Ask where the goodness in the world is and spread it everywhere; Ask where the world is warm and peaceful.

Our wish is simple, just two simple words: peace. This wish is not difficult, but when can it be realized, when can we live in peace, and when can we be free from fear? What time? What time? Who can tell me when? Maybe in the near future, maybe far, far away. But we will seriously pray, and the prayer will come soon! ! !

The once green mountains and green waters may be restored at this moment?

Once the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, maybe it sounded in this second?

Let's watch peace together and call for happiness!

6, the call of love

The call of love is air, it surrounds us! The call of love is rain and dew, nourishing us! The call of love is sunshine, which warms us!

The call of love touches people's hearts!

A big earthquake turned a happy town into a dead city! There are countless lives or souls in thousands of rubble! A soul fighting death!

An ordinary mother and a lovely child were trapped in the ruins. It turns out that they can sit comfortably by the fire. The mother looked at her beloved children and knitted a sweater for her, but the merciless disaster buried them in the ruins! Mother pricked her finger with a knitting needle for her hungry and weak child, and blood came out. She fed her child with her own blood! But when the search team found them, the mother had passed away, leaving only her deep love for the children! There is also the cry of the child, as if calling for her mother and waking her up with love!

The call of love melts the ice and warms the heart!

The Spring Festival in 2008 ushered in a snowstorm that has not happened in 50 years, and the ice and snow sealed everything! This also cuts off the way for those who are looking forward to going home. The general secretary expressed condolences to the people in the workplace and greetings to the passengers stranded at the station. On the highway, the militia sent clothes and food to the people stuck in the road! Clear the way for those who go home to shovel snow!

"Thousands of miles are frozen, and Wan Li snows". What cold weather. When everything is frozen, people's hearts are so hot. What makes their love fire burn, and fight against the snowstorm hand in hand! What melted the snow and warmed the world? It is love, the call of people's love, and their loud call, which makes this cold world become a warm world.

The call of love spread all over Qian Shan, and it will last forever!

There is a song that goes like this: "As long as everyone gives a little love, it will become a beautiful world!" "

Yes, love is an eternal theme. Just as the call of love spread to every corner of the world.

Cong Fei is a singer with physical disability, but his love has not disappeared because of his physical disability. He subsidizes countless poor children to study, so that they can also get the opportunity of education and make contributions to the country in the future!

Some people say, "Good people are safe all their lives!" But this sentence is meaningless in this kind and caring man Cong Fei!

The damned devil took him away! But when he was dying in the hospital, even if he didn't have enough money to treat him, he would let the poor children study!

Although Cong Fei is gone! I didn't leave any brave words before I died!

But I heard his call, that selfless call, that warm call, in every corner of the world, in every inch of land in the mountains! It is so tactful, but it is so magnificent!

Let love go! Call out! Let the warmth spread over this land!

Only the call of love can awaken the lost soul!

Only the call of love can make the society develop harmoniously!

Only the call of love can make the world a better place!

Let's act! Let love go! Warm you, me and him!

7, the call of love

Summer night, quiet and speechless. The weather is particularly sultry, and cicadas seem to have disappeared. I am still in a daze. In my dream, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and leaves are swaying gently in the breeze, condensing into a green shadow.

As we all know, a shadow is quietly approaching me in the distance.

"Get up!" I was awakened by my mother's urgent cry and my heart sank inadvertently. My mother has two tears on her face.

"Your grandmother is dying." Mother's voice is weak.

Walking on the way to the hospital, I couldn't feel the heat at all, and my mood was occupied by anxiety. I just keep repeating in my mind: grandma will be fine, everything will be fine ... in the first aid, all the people are waiting anxiously, and the little hope in my heart supports the fragile soul. The long wait of two hours seems to span centuries. As a result of the consultation, it is said that it may become a vegetable. There is nothing we can do but hope for a miracle. Grandma is still in a coma, and all that remains is a long and endless wait.

I sat next to my grandmother and held her hand gently. My thoughts returned to the happy memories of my childhood. It is those mottled big hands that gently lead me through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through joys and sorrows. It is these big hands that protect my young mind. I gently stroked these hands: "Grandma, you said you would meet my every request. Then, would you please wake up quickly and open your eyes to see your grandson? "

Still unconscious in this suffocating white world, grandma is still sleeping quietly. Unconsciously, it began to rain heavily outside, as if with ice particles. It's raining, please wake up my dear grandma with your ferocity.

I am reminded of the manor in the country again. One summer night, I set up a tent and ate the fruit my grandmother planted. I feel unspeakable sweetness in my heart. I like watching my grandmother water it. She dripped the flowers gently and smiled happily and said to me, "The flowers are growing up, and you are going to grow up." At that time, I was very young, and all I wanted to do was stay with my grandmother forever. Perhaps, I am grandma's flower, a flower of hope watered with blood and sweat. Without grandma's careful care, the beautiful garden should start to wither and become barren! But dear grandma, don't give up!

At midnight, my heart is tired and broken. I silently looked at my sleeping grandmother, longing for her to wake up. "Grandma, are you tired? Wake up, I will go to the manor in the country again, play among the flowers and watch you grow flowers. That wonderful childhood has been hidden in my heart, grandma, you know? Can you hear me? "

Only in an instant, the emotion crossed all boundaries, and grandma woke up! She kept spitting: "What am I ... I'm looking forward to ... that day ..."

Grandma woke up because of the expectation in her heart, the call of love, and the love we can't give up!

Perhaps, life is fragile, because with love, we can live happily. Grandma later kindly said to us: "I will take care of you forever!" " "

The summer night is still silent. But this summer is full of energy, because it is full of love.

8. Call for honesty with your heart.

Embracing honest and true life is a challenge to life.

The fate of dust is endless and we can't surpass it; We can't bear to slow down the heavy work. We have a lot of originality in dealing with it in the noise. A proud bank hides its inner humbleness, while a strong bank blinds its fragile will. Bury your lover, but look around him; It is difficult for anyone to know the true meaning of a smile. In this way, honesty is discarded by us at will, and truth is trampled by us at will. The young man who crossed the river gave up honesty in the face of danger, which just shows the devaluation of honesty in today's society.

In the morning, when you are in a good mood all day, you get on a crowded bus and smile at several girls next to you. All you get is a vague and sarcastic whisper. What you are lamenting at the moment is the difficulty of frank communication; When you are sitting around with friends and talking about friendship, you suddenly find that the person around you who you have long regarded as a lifelong friend is the source of all your rumors. What makes you sad at this moment is the dilemma of honesty. Surrounded by rows of tall buildings, you are often surprised by the desolation of honesty.

However, there is often a feeling of loss. Because after all, we really understand that only with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will only be like a vast sand dune on the Gobi Desert. Only honest embellishment will inject new green into the desert and turn the desert solitary smoke into a vibrant green paradise.

Let's call for honesty with our heart, let honesty become a ray of warm sunshine in front of your window in the morning, let honesty become a clear bird song in your ear, let honesty become a red fire around you when you are cold, and let honesty become a shade above your head in the hot sun.

Calling for honesty with my heart, I long for Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun", and I admire the simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings of the great revolutionary mentors Marx and Engels.

Call for honesty with your heart, let honesty become the criterion of your life, let your honesty practice sprout a touch in your mind, and let your life get a carefree atmosphere because of honesty.

Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and paint a bright color for your personality! Call for honesty, embrace honesty, and make the world full of spring and colorful because of honesty!

9. I long for peace

"Poop-poof ..." With an explosion, the earth was shaken and smoke filled the whole sky. When everything turned to ashes, life left this world, people lived in fear and trembling in the rain of bullets, and only heard "poop-poop". . 。”

I long for peace, and I long for world peace.

199 1 year, Iraq and Kuwait exchanged fire and Kuwait was defeated, and I don't know how many lives were sacrificed. However, Iraqi President Saddam Hussein and his soldiers boiled sand in the suburbs to celebrate and returned home in triumph. Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, Kuwait seized the handle of Iraq and provided important news to the United States. The ambitious United States, after the "9. 1 1" incident, not only failed to be more stable, but became more arrogant and directed a storm.

In this way, world peace was once again broken.

In April 2004, the United States went to war with Iraq. The bomb destroyed houses and lives. Are you really not thinking of the people? What they really want. Now, as long as you turn on the TV, you will see the tragic death of people. They are always ready to "put out the fire", but those innocent people are watching the arrival of death. If you fight blindly, you will only lose both sides in the end. It turned out that Saddam Hussein's sheets were brand-name sheets bought from a high-end supermarket in London, but now he has no sheets after losing the war. What is this? This is the result of blind fighting.

Last month, when I turned on the TV, what caught my eye was a car accident attacked by Israeli terrorists. A woman was saved, but because of nervousness and fear, she held her head tightly in the ambulance bed and cried sadly. This woman just wanted to go shopping, but I didn't expect ... Obviously, this society is no longer safe. I looked at the woman's expression and the scene, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. I seem to hear her call from the bottom of my heart.

In the newspaper, another news was recorded: a 5-year-old boy died in an explosion organized by terrorists. The boy's grandfather watched the boy for a long time. ...

Nowadays, how many lives have died in the war, and their blood has completely dyed the dry land red.

Doves symbolize peace. A dove of peace has made too many contributions. Even animals think about peace. Why don't we? Can't we really have peace? Really can't grasp peace?

10, the call of life

There is an old maple tree at the gate of the park, but it has fallen leaves this summer. ...

One day, a little boy went to the park with a fairy tale, perhaps to feel the strange experience of the frog prince on the park lawn. Just as he entered the park, a maple leaf fell and fell into the hands of the little boy. The little boy picked it up and read "Help me!" "The little boy was surprised. He thought it might be a distress signal from the frog prince. He threw away the leaves in his hand, jumped forward and shouted, "Prince Frog, I'm coming! "fallen leaves have been forgotten. ...

One day, a young man walked towards the park with a bunch of red roses in his hand. Maybe he was preparing to enjoy the sweetness and romance with his girlfriend. At this time, a maple leaf fell down again, just on the bouquet of roses. When the young man saw it, it said the same thing: "Help me!" " "He immediately crushed the leaves in his hand and said savagely," What nonsense? What bad luck "That fallen leaf is dead. ...

Another day, an old man hobbled to the park with a cane. At this time, a maple leaf fell on the old man's shoulder as usual. The old man picked up the fallen leaves with trembling hands. He took the leaf, squinted at it and said the same thing, "help me!" " . Zheng Zheng, the old man threw away the leaves and muttered, "Young people nowadays, if they do something wrong, they only know how to play tricks. Ah. . . . . 。” The fallen leaf drifted farther and farther into an uninhabited world. ...

The leaves are still falling ... it has never been noticed. ...

The annual carnival is coming again. The park is decorated with lights and colorful, so lively! Maple trees are covered with "happiness" banners, and colorful balloons have become the most beautiful embellishment. Everyone's face is full of smiles, and the dance team dances with the accompaniment of music. Screams and applause came from time to time on the field ... The children sang "Little Swallow" with flowers in front of adults ... Everyone forgot their fatigue and troubles and enjoyed the "carnival" to the fullest. ...

At this time, there was a sudden gust of wind, which no one expected. The air is filled with smoke and dust, and no one can see whose face clearly. There was chaos and more and more screams. At this time, a loud noise covered all the voices present, and the audience was shocked. After a while, the wind miraculously stopped.

After the gale, the chaotic scene was shocking. The maple tree fell, and "happiness" also fell. There is no juicy meat in the trunk, it is dark, just like hell. Its roots are wrapped in many non-perishable plastic bags, which is the most dazzling in the whole scene. Look carefully, there is a big pit under the root of the tree. Just when people were confused about this, the rumble of coal diggers came from underground. "Look, how can there be cracks in the ground?" This cry attracted people's attention, and people bowed their heads. Here's one and here's one. At this time, people were horrified to find that their proud land was full of crises. The title of "resource-rich province", which once made them proud, has now become a sharp knife that hurts their hearts. Isn't this pit, this hollowed-out land, their stubborn grave? People who have seen fallen leaves are silent at this time, and they dare not look up with guilt ... At this time, the sky looks darker, and every tree and flower in the park is shaking-more than one big tree is asking for help!

At this time, people seem to understand something and start their rescue activities. This day is June 5th-World Environment Day.