The virus is merciless and the lover is sentimental expansion essay
1. An essay on "Love in the Wind and Snow"
The New Year is coming in such a gray sky, and everyone is rushing to go back as soon as possible. What I remember most about our family reunion is the snowstorm and people’s warmth during last year’s Spring Festival. What people never expected was that due to the heavy wind and snow, ice froze in many places, making it impossible for many means of transportation to operate.
News reports say that hundreds of thousands of people eager to go home have gathered in front of train stations in major cities across the country. These people were trapped here because the trains could not run. Some of them even set up tents here. It can be seen from this that they have been here for a long time. But what is it that prevents the train from running and leaves these people trapped here? It was the wind and snow, the ruthless wind and snow that trapped these people who were eager to go home. It turned out that the wind and snow were so strong that they broke the high-voltage power line towers, making it impossible for some trains to pass.
Another scene caused by the wind and snow: on the highway, the road surface was covered with a thick layer of ice, making it impossible for cars to drive and always slipping on it. For safety reasons, people had to park their cars on the road, causing traffic jams. These people could only sleep in the car hungry. The longest stay was six days and six nights. Because this snowstorm occurred in the south, people were inexperienced and did not install anti-skid chains on their cars, which led to this scene.
Although the wind and snow are ruthless, the world is not ruthless. This time, the medical staff of the army took the 120 ambulance and drove down the road. As soon as they saw a car, they asked if there were any patients and sent them food, quilts and warmth. Medical staff also arrived in front of various train stations to deliver food, quilts and treat patients. National leaders also hope that workers from other places can stay here for the New Year and hope that neighbors can help.
The wind and snow are ruthless, but people’s help warms the hearts of people in other places. I believe that as long as everyone contributes a little warmth, the world will be better.
2. How to write an essay about the flood in Shuanggang Town, Tongcheng, Anhui Province, about the ruthless and sentimental people
Huh, huh..." "Crash, swoosh..." "Sea anemone" mercilessly It has invaded our Ningbo: many low-lying houses have flooded, and some children can only sit on their beds; the road has become a vast ocean, with the deepest part being about 6 meters; branches broken by strong winds are flying everywhere , smashed the windows of residents, and damaged cars parked on the roadside... Faced with the menacing typhoon, everyone did not panic, but instead embody many touching stories. The composition typhoon has no love.
A mother accidentally cut her hand artery in a violent storm, but the nearby small hospital did not have this technology, and she did not have transportation to a large hospital. They were anxious to find an ant in the hot pot and thought of the Internet. Asked for help, kind-hearted people soon sent her mother to a large hospital, and the mother successfully received the best treatment.
In the third grade. There is a place near the city overpass where the water is more than one meter deep, making it impossible for pedestrians to take a shortcut. It will take at least half an hour to take a long detour.
I don’t know when it started. From eight o'clock in the morning to five o'clock in the evening, a father and son who didn't even have time to eat were rowing two small boats to pick up passers-by. When they arrived at the end of the station, the guests who got on the boat thanked them one after another and hugged them. They asked for money, but he didn't want it. He refused with a smile and refused to mention his name.
In order for citizens to go out safely and prevent road congestion, the city leaders allowed citizens to take buses for free. ... In this super typhoon, although people's property was damaged, luckily there were no casualties! Look! So many kind people selflessly helped others during this natural disaster! .
It’s true that the typhoon has no love. 3. Composition: The law has no love (600 words)
“Lao Wang, long time no see, you look good today! Lao Wang smiled and said, "I am renovating the house now!" " Lao Wang was once an old petitioner in Wucun Town, Huixian City.
In 1987, Lao Wang was sentenced to suspended death for intentional homicide. His wife remarried, his parents died, and the good family was separated. While serving his sentence, Lao Wang appealed many times, but the result was that the original sentence was upheld.
After being released from prison in October 2008, Lao Wang appealed to the Henan Higher People's Court and other departments many times. , on October 24, 2011, the Provincial High Court believed that the grounds for his appeal were untenable and dismissed him in accordance with the law. After that, Lao Wang went to Beijing to appeal many times and appealed to the Supreme People's Court.
Long-term imprisonment. Laowang's personality has become eccentric, coupled with people's secular prejudices, he has been unable to be accepted by people for a long time, and it is difficult to find a job to support his life. Because he has no financial income, Laowang's life is particularly difficult and he is under great psychological pressure.
When Lao Wang is depressed, he always comes to Wucun Town*** to talk to the leader about going to Beijing. No matter how busy the leader is, he will put down his work, listen carefully to what he has to say, chat with him, and help him to understand his thoughts. pimple.
When leaders go to the countryside or have meetings, the staff of the town petition office will take the initiative to find Lao Wang and chat about work and life, which lasts for two or three hours until Lao Wang is happy.
When necessary, the leader will send someone to accompany him to Beijing to consult on policies. From many conversations with Lao Wang, the staff of the town petition office understood his thoughts. His biggest wish was to have a home of his own.
Home is really important to each of us. When we have our own home, we have everything. In order to help Lao Wang relieve his psychological pressure and enable him to return to society as soon as possible and adapt to the current normal life, the town police helped Lao Wang repair his house through various channels and actively negotiated for him.
Hence the scene at the beginning of this article. At present, Lao Wang is giving birth at home, and occasionally goes to the town to have heart-to-heart talks with the leaders. From time to time, we can still hear Lao Wang's hearty laughter. This is exactly what it means: seemingly ruthless but compassionate, and the law is ruthless but people are ruthless. 4. The title of the essay is "The Tao is ruthless but affectionate"
I have been online for many years and have made many friends. When I come and go, I always feel like a passer-by. No matter I become someone else's passer-by, or others become my passer-by. , although it cannot be said to be ecstatic, the feeling is always unpleasant. The reason may be that "the Tao is ruthless but empathetic". All the passers-by have a happy encounter, a process of getting to know each other and maybe being happy with each other, and there is also an ending where they can't stay together. The reasons for the ending are often unclear. This reminds me of what Tolstoy said: Happy families are alike, unhappy families are each unhappy in their own way. A friend once said: There are too many changes and unpredictability in life. An inadvertent mistake or a harmless joke will make friends break up and become strangers. This seems to show that human feelings are very fragile, but one thing that cannot be denied is that we once had feelings. Although we no longer have feelings, we still have memories, and they are good memories that have been washed away by time. . I like an English song "Yesterday Once More" very much. Whether I sing or listen to this song, I always feel emotional and cry with emotion. Although yesterday will never come back, I still sincerely hope that yesterday will come back again. I once talked to a friend about a friend who broke up due to a misunderstanding. If we meet again, will the old grudges be cleared up? Unexpectedly, my friend actually said: There was no previous grudge, not to mention that there is a saying that "everyone smiles when they meet and forgets grudges." Hearing these words brought me great relief. There is a friend who is an extremely enthusiastic person who always tries his best to help others. He once said: Even a shooting star must leave a shining mark. This reminds me of a poem I wrote in the past: In the emotional sky, there are both the blazing sun, the hazy moon, and the sky full of stars. Occasionally, there is a flash of shooting stars or a torrential shower of stars. Although it is short-lived, it seems to have streaked across the heart. There are also comets that are so bright that they compete with the bright moon in the night sky. In fact, whether it is the sun, the moon, or the stars, as long as it illuminates ourselves and others, we should be very satisfied. We do not expect to be like a shooting star, burning ourselves just to illuminate others. Although it is touching, it is too hurried and too eye-catching. Outsiders may cast envious moonlight, but people in the game cannot really get any benefits from it, so I think it is unnecessary and not worth it. Of course, what I am saying here is not what my friend meant when he said that. An old saying goes: A saint forgets his love, and the worst thing he can do is fall short of love. The one he loves most is my generation. Therefore, we are often trapped by love. Unfeeling is naturally undesirable, being thin-hearted is not good, and being passionate can be difficult to accept. Perhaps the true meaning of life is: plainness is true, and the Tao is ruthless but sentimental. 5. On the first anniversary of the 512 Wenchuan Earthquake, we say that earthquakes have no mercy, and life is priceless. Please cherish life.
Spring is the season of recovery of all things. The arrival of spring allows all kinds of life to grow and multiply one after another. So spring breeds the hope of life.
Human society also has something that brings hope to people’s lives like spring, and its name is love.
After the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake that shocked the world, the disaster area was in a mess. Tens of thousands of lives were instantly separated from Yin and Yang, and countless lives were struggling on the verge of death.
In the face of sudden natural disasters, people across the country unanimously extended a helping hand to the disaster-stricken areas and offered warm love to their compatriots. The Party Central Committee attached great importance to it and immediately convened a meeting to establish an emergency rescue headquarters. People's Liberation Army, armed police officers and soldiers from all over the country and the general public rushed to the disaster area to actively carry out rescue operations. People in the rear even donated blood and donations... The whole country quickly and orderly Engaging in the special battle of comprehensive earthquake relief, the people in the disaster area fully felt the warmth of the Chinese nation.
At the same time, countries and people from all over the world have also shipped urgently needed supplies to China and sent experienced rescue workers. In the face of disaster, there are no national boundaries, no races, no hatred. What emerges is strong resistance, sincere prayers, and selfless assistance.
After the disaster, the unity of the whole country and the sincere help from all over the world have made us truly feel what it means to support one side when it is in trouble and support from all sides, and what it means to unite with love and donation.
Loving assistance from all directions, gathered like the power of spring, has made the people in the disaster area forget the despair of death and see the hope of life, and has allowed the people in the disaster area to stay away from the painful darkness and usher in the brilliant light. , allowing the people in the disaster area to get rid of the boundless fear and enjoy happiness and tranquility.
The grass grows green with the coming of spring. Spring awakens the sleeping natural creatures, and love saves the suffering land of Sichuan.
As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become infinitely better.
Let us *** together send a warm spring breeze to the people in the disaster area, let this spring breeze make the flower of life bloom again; let us *** together send a silent spring rain to the people in the disaster area, let this The spring rain brings life to the desolate homes. 6. An essay about fighting the epidemic with family through a small thing
Time flies, winter vacation is here in a blink of an eye, and the Spring Festival is coming as promised. During the Spring Festival in previous years, I would go with my family to visit, pay New Year greetings, and also travel. During this year's Spring Festival, a sudden monster called "new coronavirus" disrupted our plans and wiped out my expectations and longing for this Spring Festival.
During the epidemic, I follow my mother every day to learn about its developments through TV and the Internet. There are warm and touching scenes of medical staff rescuing patients on the screen, as well as many shots of soldiers overcoming various difficulties day and night... Heroes gathered in Wuhan one after another, rushing to the front line of the fight against the epidemic, let us Our fearful and anxious hearts were greatly comforted, and it also made us feel that the light of expectation in our hearts was getting brighter and brighter.
Although this monster has disrupted us, it can even be said to have disrupted the normal life of people across the country, allowing us to live a veritable "Year of the Rat". But I also felt more of the warmth of home. Because I couldn’t go out, I had many firsts: the first time I made steamed buns with my mother, the first time I helped my grandma roll out dumpling wrappers, the first time I went to I carried firewood in the mountains, went to the fields to dig wild vegetables for the first time, and my grandpa played football with me for the first time. . Feel with your heart, life can always be lived happily.
Of course, we are not completely idle during the days at home: we read books carefully every day, take online classes seriously, and complete various assignments assigned by the teacher carefully. After studying, in the company of my family, climbing and walking in the sparsely populated back mountains has become my favorite way to exercise. Combining work and rest, "staying at home" can be exciting!
The epidemic has no mercy, and many people in the village also took the initiative to participate in check-in inspections day and night, including my father and uncle. There are many people around me who have donated materials and funds needed for epidemic prevention free of charge. I admire them from the bottom of my heart. Chinese people are awesome!
Here, let us thank all the soldiers who are fighting on the road to fight the epidemic! Let us listen to Grandpa Zhong’s words together - don’t go out, wear a mask, wash your hands frequently, and exercise frequently. Looking forward to the early arrival of "spring"! Come on, Wuhan! Come on, my country! 7. Write a message of hope at the end of the Sichuan earthquake essay
I hope the people in the disaster area can get out of the suffering as soon as possible and overcome the difficulties. Natural disasters have no mercy, and the people across the country are thinking of you. I hope you can get out of the grief as soon as possible. , rebuild your homes. We are praying for you. This earthquake has further proved that the Chinese people are united to help each other. It is true that "heaven and earth are ruthless, but there is love in the world." Let us pray for the people of Sichuan and wish them a better home sooner. orIn addition to being silent and speechless, there were tears. In the past few days, I have been watching the shocking reports and pictures on the Internet in a daze, listening to the latest reports on the radio, and watching the increasing number of deaths that are constantly being updated. Some of them just burst into tears! It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "looking at each other without words, only a thousand tears." While typing this article, my eyes blurred several times. Gong Zizhen wrote in a poem: "There are tears pouring down at night"; Lian Lu wrote in a poem: "Swallow clouds on the sea shed many tears"; Chen Yulan wrote in a poem: "A line of letters brings a thousand lines of tears"; many tears cannot replace myself today. I can only say that Su Shi's "looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears" is the most realistic psychological portrayal of today.
In the quiet corner of the night, a glass of warm wine bids farewell to those who are far away; in the vast sky, I pray for the people affected by the disaster; we have a long way to go, blessing the people in the disaster area; cherish the journey, and hope that all people in the disaster area will come out as soon as possible Dilemma! Finally, I wish with tears that the brothers and sisters in the disaster area will get out of the predicament as soon as possible, and I wish you peace. 8. An essay about true love in the world
At noon one day in July, the hot sun was shining high in the sky. When I walked to the intersection of Renmin Road in Xinpu District, I suddenly saw an uncle riding a bicycle in front of me shake and fall down with him and his car.
People gathered around him quickly. The situation was urgent, so everyone sent him to the Municipal First People's Hospital for diagnosis and treatment.
The patient arrived at the hospital and was diagnosed by the doctor as having a severe cold and needed to be given an injection immediately. But who will pay? At this moment, an uncle took out the only 17 yuan in his pocket, but it was very little money. Seeing this situation, people around him dug into their own pockets to collect the patient's medical expenses.
Due to timely treatment, the sick uncle woke up shortly after the dialysis injection was administered.
The first thing he said after waking up was to say gratefully to everyone: "Thank you everyone!" Then he would take money from his pocket and return it to everyone. But everyone refused and insisted not to do it. Everyone said to the sick uncle: "We don't want the money. We are very happy that your illness is cured. If we give you some money, it is considered to be 'learning from Lei Feng'!"
At this time , the sick uncle looked at everyone with grateful eyes, not knowing what to say.
Indeed, the harm of heavy snow is unpredictable. How many people have their way home cut off by heavy snow? How many people's families have been destroyed? How many people are waiting at the train station, waiting for the late train? Without true love, it would be impossible to have so many question marks!
When the strong wind blows through the silent night, and when the heavy snow falls on the young roof, the true love of the world lingers in the world.
During the winter vacation, a heavy snowfall rare in 50 years hit most areas of China. One sentence became popular in China: Did you fall today?
Indeed, the harm of heavy snow is unpredictable. How many people have their way home cut off by heavy snow? How many people's families have been destroyed? How many people are waiting at the train station, waiting for the late train? Without true love, it would be impossible to have so many question marks!
Here I also want to say to the migrant workers in Shanghai who are eager to return home: "Shanghai is your home!"
Our own home is a small home, and Shanghai is us. "Habitat", we are like a group of happy birds, where we can fly happily. Let all the "little birds" become "brothers" and we will be one big happy family!
Now the neighborhood committee is promoting "Show love and donate to the disaster area". I took out the remaining pocket money from last month and put it in the donation box.
There is love in the wind and snow, and boxes of donations carry our love into the distance...
There is true love everywhere in the world - nostalgia is still there
In the midst of busyness and futile sighing, the days slipped gently from my temples and sleeves. Walking through the streets and alleys of the city, there are many tall buildings, the lights are flashing, and the shop windows are refurbished with the latest fashions of each season. The crowds are like ants, and the strangers you pass by are unfamiliar faces. The city is marching in the hustle and bustle every day, continuing civilization and culture, but the affinity and trust of life, the influence and integration of nature, are gradually drifting away.
Living in green crops and red brick houses, I thought this was my world, my paradise. Carefree and happily growing up under this rainless sky. The flower season has gone and the rainy season has come, and I have embarked on a journey to study in a different place. Standing in a corner of the city, looking at the bustling crowds and the endless flow of vehicles, I feel very small and insignificant. Sometimes, after a day of turmoil, the heavy night slowly gathers around me, and my loneliness is like the night slowly falling outside the window, getting stronger and stronger. I don't want to turn on the light, I just sit quietly in the loneliness, longing for the barking of dogs in the distant village, the croaking of frogs in the pond, and the sound of crickets swaying from the horizon, quietly stirring up the longing in my heart. , the hometown I think about day and night is getting closer and closer, becoming more abundant and clear.
The village is not big, but it has water, grass, houses and cooking smoke, old people who can tell stories, honest and cheerful villagers, and children who can build birdcages and catch grasshoppers. So vivid, so interesting. Therefore, it became a memory that I will never forget in my life. Run up and down the villages without knocking on the wrong door. Although each house is similar, we can clearly distinguish it because of some differences. The morning glories of this house covered the wooden sticks, and the red peppers of that house hung from the eaves. Each family's small garden is well-kept, with all kinds of vegetables cultivated in separate ridges, with vines rising and tiny flowers blooming everywhere. The small garden is covered with green, overflowing with the true flavor and hope of life.
The small village is nourished by the mountains and rivers, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green trees and firewood. The simplicity and kindness of the folks here make the creatures on the earth willing to live with them. Every year in the warm spring, swallows fly in and build their nests in the mud under the eaves of the farmhouse. The picture is harmonious and moving: the family sits together on the porch and eats an ordinary dinner, while the swallows are whispering above their heads, and sometimes they come from behind. The person flew past diagonally, leaving a beautiful silhouette. A calm and tranquil life makes the texture of life more pure and transparent.
Nowadays, facing this huge city and the noisy crowd, I miss my hometown even more. I miss the tranquility and simplicity there, and the freshness and cleanliness there.
So, there was a faint trace of regret, why was it that when I looked back, my eyes filled with tears when I treasured all the things that were so ordinary at the time?