Different love narratives
Different love narrative 1 When writing this topic, I thought of my father once in my busy life, just once, with love in my heart.
Ten years ago, I was a child with congenital heart disease. I was seven years old that year. On a terrible and quiet night, my father severely put out the last cigarette. "The operation said that I would do anything." So I added gloom to that poor family.
Father Dont Ask For Help, but that year, he ran around all his relatives and friends and borrowed the astronomical expenses. My poor pen can't describe his trembling heart. His name is written on the autograph book, because if God doesn't show mercy, maybe his daughter will leave forever at one end of the vast white silk.
I am stubborn by nature. Right after the crisis, I tried to pull the tube out of my neck. My helpless father leaned against the bed and held me all night. I didn't move so as not to wake my daughter. In the silent night, the moonlight is as soft as water, and the flickering lights on the ceiling shake the faint light, night after night, night after night.
Sitting like that all night makes my legs numb. I used to wonder why my father could insist. As you get older, it's actually very simple. I'm his daughter, that's all. He wants to.
Different love narratives II. She is always so cute. She has cried and laughed for you, and her shoulders have been wet with your tears countless times.
Late at night, when I can't sleep, the first thought is to send her a text message. She will accompany you with her eyelids, wait for dawn with you and watch the moon go together. She said, honey, you are happy, but you must sleep. She is my guardian angel, doing everything for my happiness, as if she would always protect me and tolerate me forever.
Once, I liked a book, four books, and my mother wouldn't let me buy two books. She said bravely, what's the matter? I will buy it for you! A few days later, there were two books as thick as bricks on my desk. I almost fainted with joy. I held on to her, and she was almost strangled by me. She always holds my hand when I am unhappy and says, go and play. Then do everything possible to make me laugh. During the summer vacation, we always get up early, send messages to each other, let each other get up and work, then review our homework together and meet in the cram school. How much I love her. She will treat me to cake on her birthday. Whether I send a gift or not, as long as I eat a cake, she will be very happy. She is too easily satisfied. She will invite me to her house and play music for me. When I sit in a daze during class, she will give me a hug from behind and hug my neck: "Sugar, what are you doing?" Her face is close to me, her hair hangs next to me, and I lean against her. I think this posture is the most stable posture in the world.
She likes to pinch my face and call me cute. She always speaks highly of me. She is the source of my courage. We are like two leaves on the same branch, which set off each other and do not block each other. We stand in the early summer scenery, I will always rely on her, and she will always be here for me to rely on.
A Different Love Narrative 3 At 07: 49 on April 2065438+00, an earthquake of magnitude 7. 1 occurred again in Yushu County, Qinghai Province. I believe that when the earthquake is mentioned, people all over China will never forget the catastrophe that happened in Wenchuan on May 12, 2008! The past is vivid and I can't bear to look back. Today, this tragedy is staged again. What will we face after the disaster? -The great tragedy of death, mutilated limbs, destroyed homes, separation of relatives and unforgettable incurable wounds!
Two years ago, the devastating Wenchuan earthquake killed 100,000 people and left countless possessions. The terrible Wenchuan earthquake touched the hearts of countless people. Everyone has seen touching scenes on TV, and people will never forget them. As the saying goes, "If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it." Because of our help, they were not overwhelmed by difficulties! Not trapped by famine! The prosperous Wenchuan after reconstruction is full of spring, like a new willow in spring.
Come on! Villagers in Yushu County, you must be strong! You must not be afraid! Let's work together to rebuild our homeland! Although we are separated from Wan Li, our hearts are connected. Just like there is a song that sings very well, "You and Me", the lyrics of that song are like this: You and I, heart to heart, live in the global village, and travel thousands of miles to meet Beijing for our dreams.
Come on! Friend, reach out your hand, you and I, heart to heart, will always be a family.
Come on! Friends, come on! Folks, let's hand in hand, heart to heart and rebuild our homeland.
May you be strong, the sunshine is always after the storm, and everything will be fine!
Folks of xx County, come on!
I will always pray for you silently! Bless you!
I remember when I was a child, my mother told me that a cat gave birth to seven cats, but on the seventh day after birth, the kittens died one by one for some reason. Mother cat doesn't know how sad she is. Mother cat watched her child die in front of her. Mother cat was so sad that she didn't eat for several days. Those kittens died a long time ago, and the mother cat regained her wit, courage and intelligence. One day, she went out for a walk and saw a mouse dying, with four little mice beside her. Those mice are dying, maybe just born, and their mother is injured, so they are dying.
But the mother cat didn't notice them, but slipped away alone. When mother cat came home, she began to wonder if the mouse was dead. It looks at those little mice as if they were its own children. The next day, mother Tmall passed by and saw that the mice and their mothers were all dead, and only one mouse was still alive. So mother cat took the mouse home. Cats treat mice as if they were their own children. They love and care with their hearts and raise them little by little. Cats and mice have always been natural enemies. Why can cats treat mice as their own children? Mother cat teaches mice how to catch things and how to eat well. Mother cat began to take care of the mouse from the day it was born, taking care of it in front of the children and treating them. Some people may think, why did the cat take the mouse home? Mother cat may think that her child is dead, and it will be hard to see someone else's child dead.
So no matter whose child the mother cat is, she will take it home when she sees it. Some animals get lost, and mother cat will take them home. Some small animals are injured, and she will have a chance to dress them. No matter how fierce the biological mother is, she is desperate to help them. Love in the world is not necessarily given by mothers, others can give more love to their children. Like a cat, its own children died one by one, but it raised mice. It is not that it doesn't know that it is someone else's child, but it still takes good care of it. So love comes from different places, whether you are an animal or something. In this world, love is selfless, it moistens your heart and gives you sunshine-like warmth. At the same time, it is precious. Only with your own sincerity, one day you will receive the love of others.
Different love narratives 5. Father's love is a mountain, guarding the fire of life; Father's love is a fire, lighting the lamp of hope, and father's love is a lamp, illuminating the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I had no interest in learning and my handwriting was ugly. That day, the sun was very bright, and I finally finished my homework. Dad asked me to check my homework, so I gave it to dad. Dad tore it up without hesitation after reading it, and let me do my homework again. I asked him why, and he said that I didn't do my homework seriously at all, and the words seemed to fly.
After listening to my father, I was not satisfied verbally. I was a little scared of my father, so I began to do my homework again. My eyes are full of tears, and I write every word intently.
At that time, I hated my father in my heart. How could he treat me like this? This is not intentional embarrassment. I even tore up my homework when I knew I was writing slowly.
However, I didn't realize until today that my father meant well. He wanted me to write a good hand.
When I understood all this, I really thanked my father. If it weren't for his strict calendar, my handwriting today would still be so ugly.
Yes! Father's love is always different from other loves, just because he is a little more strict. It is because of this strictness that our future is full of hope. At the same time, our life has also added an inexhaustible wealth.
Different love narrative 6 Love is happiness, warmth and care. But some loves have different feelings.
When we are in trouble, people who love us don't help us find a way out, but encourage us to get ourselves out of trouble.
Difficulties are like walking a maze. People who love us won't say you want to turn left and right, but keep encouraging us and saying, Come on, you are the best and you will succeed. If someone told you to turn left and right, you must have been grateful to him, but you will find that you didn't get anything useful from it. But people who love you are not like this. He wants you to learn something from it and help you grow.
When we encounter some failures, people who love you will not say something to make you happy, but tell you how to face the failure, how to stand up again and how to avoid such failures from happening again.
When we make mistakes, people who love us will correct our shortcomings and reduce our shortcomings.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I wanted to go out to play on Saturday, so I tricked my mother into finishing my homework. I had a pleasant afternoon. When I got home, my mother checked my homework. She criticized me when I saw that I didn't finish it. I was angry. I didn't finish reading it until I finished writing it I can still write on Sunday. Now I understand that if my mother hadn't criticized me at that time, I would have formed the habit of laziness. What you can't do today. I am very grateful to my mother now.
Although these loves were not very happy and warm at that time, they will benefit us all our lives. We should cherish this different love.
In a flash, my heart was filled with an indescribable feeling, as if I were standing under the blue sky and in the sand waves. Looking back, we can see that 16 years has gone through many twists and turns, from a toddler to a young student. Looking back, my eyes are hazy. Who is supporting me on this long road to study?
Others say that a person will never forget his first teacher. Yes, I will never forget the apricot tree and the smiling teacher Zhang standing under the tree in the primary school campus. It was she who lit the torch of love for me; It was she who gave me the first help in sailing the boat of life.
On graduation day, the sunset was like blood. Teacher Zhang, who followed us for six years, glanced at the apricot tree in front of the classroom window and said affectionately, "When the apricot tree blooms, it is the time when you are about to step into the middle school campus, and it is also the most beautiful time in your life. You must study hard! " Her affectionate words are full of expectations for us. Teacher Zhang, do you remember that night? You know, since then, "love" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of these young children. In return for your love, we won't let you down, absolutely not!
When I skipped into the middle school gate. "Youth" suddenly broke into my life course, and I felt at a loss when faced with a capitalized word "person". My youth has just begun. How should I spend my life? At this moment, I found another lamp. She is our teacher Yu. Come early and leave late every day, urging students to study by themselves early ... In my impression, Mr. Yu seldom takes time off, and I benefit a lot from a Chinese class every day. She not only gave me knowledge, but also gave me a lot of philosophy of life. I was so proud that when I didn't know where I was, the teacher's words woke me up and made my feverish mind suddenly enlightened. "Born in sorrow, died in happiness", just one step above the clouds, looking at the teacher, I saw the sincerity in her eyes, as clear as spring water; When I am frustrated in my study, I will feel dejected and depressed, and I only feel that my eyes are dark. A teacher's words echoed in my ear: "Don't be discouraged, there will be a next time!" " It seems that spring water is injected into my heart lake to wake me up and make me firmly believe that I will start from scratch and climb the peak again!
Different Love Narrative 8 I remember one time when I was a child, when the sun was shining, I saw that my neighbor's apple was a little red and a big branch was sticking out of the wall. I went to our yard, looked at the delicious big apple and thought: I don't eat for nothing, anyway, no one saw it. I crept over, looked at the apples and picked one, thinking that he didn't know how many I picked, and he didn't count anyway. After picking it, I ran into the house, the window opened, sat by the window, ate one by one, and threw it out of the window directly, thinking: My mother is so kind to me at ordinary times and rarely hits me. I think my mother just scolded me, but she couldn't scold two ounces of oil anyway. It doesn't matter. I shouldn't be beaten this time. Sometimes, my mother can't bear me! It's no big deal this time. It won't hit me. I chuckled in my heart. I don't know when I am trying to eat. My mother came in and saw apple handles everywhere in the yard. She came in angrily and looked at me sitting or standing. She scolded: "This is still a girl." I saw my mother stand up at once. An apple rolled down from the sofa, and my hands were cold, and my mouth was still saying, scold. Anyway, I'll be fine after scolding. After all, we are all family.
Mother suddenly asked, "Where did you get the apples?" At this time, I feel something bad is happening in Mao Mao. I said, "They gave it to me." "Who gave it?" Mom is more fierce. I stammered, "It's from my neighbor." My mother was crazy and picked up the broom and said, "How dare you lie?" It turns out that mom knows everything. Chasing me. What about me? Of course, if you run for your life, fools will stand still at this time. My father is back. If he knows me, he doesn't want to live. My mom told my dad about it, so I can hang an oil bottle in the corner with my lips pouted. Two men blocked me in the corner and gave me a good beating. I was very angry and thought, really, whose children don't do bad things! What's more, I'm usually so obedient and hit me so hard. Empathy, if I hit you, what do you think? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. In the evening, my mother came into my house and said, "Does it still hurt?" I said in a coquetry, "Try it and it won't hurt you." Today's mother is not so fierce, so gentle and warm. I wish my mother would always be like this. My mother told me a lot of truth, the most important thing is that this is "love". I thought: Is fighting love? But now that I am 14 and 15 years old, I understand this truth.
This is love, this is irreplaceable love, this is love, not to say that all love is love, doting and caring, in fact, this is also a kind of love, which makes me understand a lot of truth, a lot of truth in life, this is a kind of love that money can't buy, and it is a different kind of love.
Different love narratives 9 Love is caring, caring, guarding, waiting, helping him when he needs help most, and paying silently without asking for anything in return. Love is also a kind of power, which will make a person brave and tenacious. ...
Love is precious to me because few people care about me. Mother is an eternal topic, a poem handed down through the ages. From the moment when human beings appeared, maternal love was the most touching scenery. Although my mother is great, I think my grandmother gives me as much love as my mother. Grandma gave me a unique love and let me know the beauty of the world. What I lack in my life is this kind of love. I didn't expect my grandmother to give me this kind of love, which is caring.
I got sick when I was very young, and this disease is difficult to treat. There is no money to treat me at home, and several uncles said not to treat me immediately. Let her die if she has no money at home! But my grandmother said firmly, "even if I don't eat or drink, I have to cure it." Since then, my grandmother has worked hard every morning, trying to make money to treat me. Later, my condition improved. My grandmother couldn't sleep for a few days and stayed by my side every day until my illness fully recovered. "
I remember another time when I was in primary school, it rained heavily. After school, classmates' parents come to pick up their children. I waited for my grandmother to pick me up with an umbrella, but she didn't come after waiting for a long time. I stood at the door of the class, crying in the rain. I can't help thinking of my mother. I thought that if my mother would definitely come to pick me up, I would be more and more sad. It took a long time to stop crying. When I got home, my grandmother asked me why I came back so late. I felt wronged and began to cry. Grandma saw me crying, instead of persuading her son, she said to me in a stern tone, "Why do you rely on others for everything you can do instinctively?" If this goes on forever, how can you stand on your own feet when you are born in society? " At that time, I didn't understand that grandma was doing it for my own good. I always hated it. Only later did I understand grandma's intention. Sometimes she is strict and sometimes she is gentle. I think she is the best grandmother in the world. She gave me a second life and I thank her. Thank her for giving me different love, giving me a new life and letting me know how to cherish the beauty in front of me. Grandma's unknown and persistent love, like invisible air, is always around me, and I can always feel it. Grandma gave me extraordinary love, which needs to be savored and experienced. Only by feeling with your heart can you realize her selflessness and broad mind.
Different loves have given me a new life. Different love makes me realize the beauty of the world. Different love shapes different me. With this different love, I will benefit a lot in this life. Leave this different love in the truest and most sincere heart. Different love will make me brave and strong. ...
Different love narratives 10 I love to listen, listening to the silence of flowers, the sound of rain, the breeze blowing slowly, and the melody flowing slowly from my fingertips. It's really a good feeling, maybe more exciting than seeing it directly.
I listened quietly, and I heard affection, friendship and love. Compared with these, falling in love with listening may be a drop in the bucket, but this is a different love in my life.
Gradually, I learned to listen to myself. Since then, it has become the first pleasure and interest in my life.
When you are ignorant, your thoughts are influenced by TV. Always feel that only love is love. It's too far away from me! With the passage of time and the increase of experience, I have learned love and kindness, which just become ordinary and simple from the trivial things of life.
It seems that all the beauty should only belong to spring and summer, because at that time, there will be warm and furry sunshine. But I like to listen to autumn, the footsteps of life in autumn, and the notches of my own life. I suddenly realized-why not close your eyes and listen? Only in this way can you hear your inner voice!
Listen to the voice of love, feel the warmth of love, and be speechless … ......
It takes hard work to love a life beyond words, courage to love a life without miracles, and true innocence to love a career with no return.
Different love narrative 1 1 It rained heavily, and the rain fell mercilessly from the sky. I sat alone on the steps, thinking about that day. God wants me to wash it off like a bad boy. My eyes are red and my face feels cold. I don't know if it is rain or tears.
On that day, the school will hold a performance in the evening. I am very happy, because we have rehearsed for so long, and now it is time for us to show our talents. In the afternoon, when I got home, I told my mother the good news one by one. I said, "Mom, we are performing tonight. You must come and see it!" " "Mother listened to my words and frowned, but she agreed after all.
In the evening, the cultural program will start, but I didn't see her in the whole square, and my mind was full of complaints. The program reached the center, and suddenly in the crowd, I saw a gaunt figure, yes, it was my mother. But the project I participated in is over. The teacher said that students who have finished this project can go home. At this moment, I saw my mother. Among so many people, she was dressed so plain and simple. I hurried down the steps and let my mother leave the meeting without even saying hello. Mom didn't want to leave, twisting her head and watching, but under my push, she left. Because I feel embarrassed.
Different love narrative 12 The rainy spring rain is also a season of thinking and gratitude. I feel quiet and peaceful, reminiscing a little innocence and happiness, and looking forward to a little happiness. The true story that happened around me, in my heart, made me realize that the meaning of the word love is heavier than the whole world. I love the people I love, and I love others more than my relatives, because their love is touching.
The neighbors of my old house are a 70-year-old grandmother and a teenage girl named Eiko. They have been together since the day they met. Whenever someone asks about Eiko's parents, grandma always says that she has gone abroad and will be together one day. Grandma is busy with Eiko's daily chores every day, but she always has endless energy. She always said that Eiko was her hope and life. She was predestined in her previous life and contained great love. Grandma always gives her granddaughter delicious food, but she says she doesn't like it. Grandma doesn't want to eat. The touching scene between them touched my heart, and the warm current welled up in my heart. I remember Eiko was in poor health and often fell ill. Sometimes she can't attend class for several days in a row, and her family is so poor that she can't even afford a needle. Grandma went up the mountain to collect herbs and come back to cook for her little granddaughter. Eiko often felt the medicine bitter, so she spit it out. Grandma often coaxes her to drink while feeding it. On one occasion, Eiko may feel that Chinese medicine is too bad to drink, and she willfully touched the bowl on the ground. Grandma's tears burst out and turned away. Eiko suddenly felt sorry for her grandmother and said to her loudly, "I'm sorry, I'll drink no matter how bitter the medicine is." Grandma smiled and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. What should I do if I am sick and absent from school? Grandma didn't. Grandma doesn't want to eat or get dressed, but she can't help you with your homework. Only when you learn well can you have a good future. When you go to college, grandma won't ask for anything. " What grandma said moved Eiko and me present. At that time, I was still young and didn't understand the meaning.
What impressed me most was that Eiko was sometimes ill for several days and there was no telephone at home. Grandma went to consult her teachers and classmates. Teachers and classmates were moved by her sincerity and came to make up lessons in rain or shine. The teacher said to Eiko, "You don't study hard, but I'm sorry, Grandma!" " . Eiko's academic performance is always among the best, which is the most gratifying thing for grandma. When Eiko was mentioned, she was very proud and everyone praised her. I think this is the strong point of her life.
Different love narrative 13 for this, I was moved for a long time. I have always been confused about what is the "true love" of parents for their children. From that moment on, I understood: "True love is to let children go through tempering and experience life." A person's life is bound to encounter many difficulties and pressures ... cultivate a person's ability to overcome difficulties from an early age, and then grow up to bear all kinds of pressures alone. And young parents are the key figures to create this kind of tempering opportunity for their children. It's not that the mother in the car doesn't feel bad about her daughter. She is trying to cultivate her daughter's strong and persevering character, so that she can stand the wind and rain in the future. This is true love.
I once saw a true story of a leopard in Animal World: every time a female leopard catches her prey, she doesn't kill it immediately, but keeps half her life, and then releases her and leaves her cubs to hunt and fight.
What they did seemed absurd. They have all the food at hand. Why eat again? In fact, the mother leopard is training her children to master basic life skills so that they can survive in nature.
Our world is like a jungle where the law of the jungle prevails. Those weak animals often encounter accidents, and only strong animals can survive. We humans are actually the same. "Natural selection, survival of the fittest." Only after all kinds of hardships can people find their place in the world. This ability lies in the cultivation from an early age. But in today's society, there are more and more "little emperors" and "little suns" in China, who are afraid of falling into their hands and melting into their mouths. More and more parents should satisfy all their children's desires and give them all their needs, thinking that this is love. No, this is doting! How can young trees thrive without being baptized by wind and rain? How can sand become pearls without being honed by mussels? American children can wash cars and sell newspapers when they are very young. Why can't children in China?
Parents, ups and downs are indispensable condiments for children's lives. Whether it is success or failure, children must face it and have the right to grow up. Parents, please give your children true love!
Different love narrative 14 "stop", Xiao Yuqing just stepped into the front door, and a tall body was at the door. "Say, what did you do today?" Xiaoyu bowed his head, curled up and even trembled. He dared not look up at his mother's almost ferocious face. He knew that a storm was coming.
Xiaoyu is only in grade six. Her father died in a car accident a few years ago, and the family relied on her mother to do odd jobs to make a living. Mother has no time to take care of him, but she is extremely strict with him. It's really unkind to punish him. Xiaoyu, like other single-parent children, grew up without love and became lonely. Introverted, with a sensitive, cowardly and timid heart, she became somewhat inferior.
Xiaoyu has no friends, doesn't fit in with the classmates around her, and lives alone every day. To him, the whole world is like a dark prison, and he is the prisoner in it. Like a gloomy hell, he is an evil ghost in the underworld. Every day he is greeted by endless desolation and long winter. The only friend who lives with her is a dog, a stray dog he picked up from the wilderness. He felt like a lost dog.
Xiaoyu wandered aimlessly between home and school all day. He is tired of everyone around him, so he often plays truant. Pranks make others happy as long as they are sad. Over time, when teachers and classmates saw him, they all avoided him like the plague. It broke the heart of the mother who loved him. His mother came to school again and again, and the teacher advised him to quit school many times. His mother begged again and again before he continued to go to school.
Xiaoyu's mother tried every means to get her son back to the right path, both soft and hard, but it didn't work. No matter how well-intentioned advice and severe punishment, it only worked for a while. After the punishment, everything went on as usual.
Today, Xiaoyu's mother was invited to school again. Xiaoyu fought with her classmates and pushed them into the gutter behind the school. She almost drowned and was taken to the hospital. The parents of the students demanded compensation from Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu's mother is at a loss and at a loss. She stood and stood, came to her senses, apologized quickly, and negotiated compensation before she calmed the matter. On the way home, the clouds were overcast, the willows on the roadside hung their heads and felt dejected, and the birds in the sky stopped singing happily.
Different love narrative 15 She is very simple. At the age of 40, she is still like a child. She often sees her physically punishing students. The students stood quietly, only hearing his serious words.
She walked with a straight back and strode like a meteor. Although she spoke carelessly, her tongue was stuck up. But they often tell us new knowledge in English.
She often insists on "standing guard" outside the door during our exams to ensure absolute silence around the classroom. But somehow, I just like her.
That day, wearing fashionable new clothes, she pretended to enter the classroom seriously, but her eyes obviously showed some shyness. Do people dress up when they see a woman who doesn't tidy her hat? Everyone laughed. This smile suddenly released the shyness that women have been forced to hold in their hearts. She hurried out of the classroom to adjust her mood.
I like her fluency in saying "capital deficit". I like him to throw his hair back and say that our learning attitude is not correct; I like her neat blackboard writing and neat English handwriting; I like the way women spend 15 minutes "educating" us before giving lectures, and then look at their watches in a hurry. I like women's meticulous work and the warm handwriting left when correcting exercise books.
She is so ordinary, but I just like her. Whenever, she will always be my favorite English teacher!