I remember one day in the summer vacation, I was sitting on the bus, ready to go to my mother-in-law's house to play. I sat on the bus and the car sped across the road. The building outside the window flies backwards, so I can't see what it is.
The bus passed station after station, and finally arrived at the door of my grandmother's community. I saw the car door open, looked at the sky and strode out of the car. Just when I was happy, I stepped on the air and accidentally fell into the flower bed on one side. I can't stand up in pain. Now everyone in the car is stunned. What are we doing? It's getting dark. The bus stopped at the station for two minutes, ready to leave. At this moment, the bus suddenly stopped. An uncle, about 30 years old, should be a driver.
He came up to me, bent down and said to me kindly, "What's the matter, little friend?" I said, "Nothing." When my uncle saw me, he immediately reached out and helped me up. He took out a tissue from his pocket, cleaned my wound, bandaged it and sent me home. At this time, I feel very warm in my heart. From then on, I made up my mind to help others. That time, I was visiting the supermarket. This is when I saw a little brother crying on the stairs in front of the supermarket. I saw him, went over and touched his head and said, "where's your mother!" " "He was a little better when he saw me, but he was still crying. He must have lost his mother. I went to a small shop on one side to buy candy for him, and we went to find her nearby. After a while, my mother came. When she saw me taking care of her children, she thanked me again and again. That was the first time I felt what it was like to care about others.
If all people care about others, if everyone cares about me and I care about everyone, how wonderful the world will be.
Love Composition 2 of Grade 6 "Wow ……" A downpour came down, and dark clouds covered the windows, driving away all the white marshmallows, and even Grandpa Sun disappeared. It was dark in front of my eyes, except for the lights in the classroom. Xiaoke and I sat alone in the chair.
Alas, this is over! Math 70, how to get home? I looked at the test paper full of red circles. I saw him packing his schoolbag and preparing to go home. His short hair is pinned with a cherry hairpin, his round face is white and tender, and he keeps looking around, with a rosy mouth, a straight nose and a pair of shiny big eyes hanging there.
I was so fascinated that I seemed to forget the math teacher standing behind me. He suddenly said to me, "I did well in this exam!" There is still time to be in a daze here? " He shook his head, sighed and left.
I ..... Am I too stupid! Yes, yes, that's what I did in the math exam. To tell you the truth, I felt a little like crying, but I held back. "Are you okay? Don't care too much about the teacher's words. " Xiaoke put down his work, looked at me and said softly.
"No ... no, you, you hurry home!" I sniffed, held back my tears and said to Xiaoke. She cares about me. It seems that there are really good people in the world.
But Xiao Ke smiled faintly, walked up to me, stood by my seat, took out a pen and notebook, wrote something on it and said to me, "You! It's too simple. It doesn't matter, you can cry if you want, and no one will laugh at you if you cry loudly. Everyone has a failure, we have to face it, not escape! " Say, put the book on my desk.
How did she know I wanted to cry? Great, I suddenly want to laugh. I opened the book conveniently, only to see: carefully examine the questions and write neatly-answer questions and exam methods, come on!
I was moved again.
Concern is the spring breeze that warms everyone's heart; Concern is the torch that illuminates everyone's journey; Care is a harbor that comforts everyone who comes back from a long voyage.
In life, we all try to care about others. Like me, from birth to now, we are always bathed in the care of relatives and friends. I can't forget what my mother told me at school this morning. I can't forget when my father came to take me home after studying at night in winter. I can't forget listening to the teacher whispering in class ... I am surrounded by these worries, and I want to announce loudly to the surrounding: I am happy. In my opinion, only people who care about others know that caring is a sacred act and a noble dedication.
That winter, because my grandfather died, it was much colder at home. My mother asked my father to pick me up for evening self-study. I will never forget that day. My brother and father were walking under the street lamp, and my father suddenly said, "Thank you, your grandfather has left, and now I hope you and your brother can study hard ..." My father choked up, and I knew he was very sad. Later, my father asked me if I was studying hard. Can you understand the teacher's lecture or something? I cried that day, tears dripping on my face and in my heart. Students, when dad came home with dust on his face, he handed him a towel and said, "Dad, you are tired!" " Gentle greetings give dad a warm feeling; When mom was busy visiting, you went in and took the rag from that rough hand and said, "mom, I'll let you go in and have a rest!" " "Let people who care about you enjoy your care, even a little bit, which is also a kind of happiness.
I know there are no absolute things in the world. Take care of everyone, whether they are relatives, friends, strangers or acquaintances. As long as you care about them, you will get more care from their lives.
He has a grandfather. He is over seventy this year. Not long ago, he was diagnosed with middle stage lung cancer. But his father, aunts and uncles didn't even tell him. Everyone said to his grandfather, "Nothing, you just have ordinary pneumonia." I didn't know much about it at first, and I thought their lies were not good for grandpa's treatment. But now he believes that sometimes "white lies" are the most beautiful.
His grandfather was an honest and illiterate poor farmer all his life. I have never enjoyed any happiness in my life. He has six children. Grandma died early, and both dad and his children were brought up by grandpa. He is used to living a hard life and is very frugal. Once his frugality made him lose face.
That time, my grandfather sent him to school. I bought bread and milk for breakfast on my way to school. When I got to school, there was more than half of the bread left. I was just about to throw it in the trash can. Grandpa saw it and shouted, "Don't throw it away, give it to me!" " "But he hasn't finished. He has already thrown it in. At this time, grandpa actually picked up the half piece of leftover bread wrapped in a food bag from the trash can in front of so many classmates. At that time, all the students laughed, and his face suddenly flushed with embarrassment and shame, so he ignored grandpa for many days.
Now, his grandfather is doing chemotherapy, because he has no education and is not sensible. I thought this was the cure for common pneumonia. So he cooperated very well with every chemotherapy. Fortunately, he didn't tell grandpa, otherwise he would never treat him because he was afraid of spending money to hurt his children.
This thing really writes about the care and love between people, even lies are sweet. I can't help sighing how much bitterness and tears there are in love in the world. Every touch, every sincerity, every tear is care and love.
Caring is a kind of etiquette and a virtue. There are many virtues around, and the word caring can often be found in a small matter. For example, if you give up your seat in the car, the concern between people will be reflected. In my memory, there is one thing I can't forget, which makes me know how to care and help.
One afternoon, the cold wind roared and it was dark. It looked like rain. Sure enough, when we walked out of the classroom, we found sleet outside. Fortunately, my mother brought me an umbrella. I was glad at the door and patted my chest and said, I can't be a drowned rat today. Some students sighed and said, haha, I also brought an umbrella. In this way, students with umbrellas leave one after another, and those without umbrellas can only look at the school gate and look forward to the arrival of their parents. Because I forgot to take the water cup, I went back to the classroom to get it back, so I saw a touching scene. In the corridor, a male classmate looked around in the corridor. He must have been waiting for his parents to arrive. He frowned. What weather? Why does it rain? Just as a big brother heard it, he said to his little classmates that he didn't bring an umbrella, did he? Why don't you use mine first? I have another one, the little classmate said gratefully, and took the umbrella. It disappeared in the rain. Then I found that my eldest brother only had an umbrella. He ran out of the school gate without hesitation and went home in the rain. But the little classmates didn't know that the man who gave him an umbrella went home in the rain. Seeing this, I was really moved to tears. What a nice person! When others are in trouble, they stand up and give others warmth, but they are shivering in the cold wind of rain and snow. I was moved by the quality of this big brother. Although I was not old at that time, I was deeply shocked!
Love can make people feel warm and loving, and can melt the frozen heart.
One Sunday afternoon, my classmate Mokedi and I went to the welfare home to visit poor orphans and disabled children. As soon as I entered the welfare home, my heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. Although the orphans and disabled children who have lost their parents are in poor health, I can't see despair and confusion in their faces. They are more eager for life and life. When I took out the snacks I had prepared for them to eat, they began to look at me with grateful eyes, as if to say thank you to your brother! Then they share delicious snacks happily.
I saw several cribs scattered on the left side of this room. I asked my mother curiously, "What happened to these orphans? Why don't mom and dad want them? " Mother nodded affectionately and said, "Yes, because these children are born disabled, parents can't see their children's future, so they have no choice but to abandon them." After listening to my mother's words, I was greatly moved. Instead of discriminating against them, the director of the welfare home took them in and gave them a warm home. Before I left, I donated all my savings to the welfare home, hoping that they could help more orphans and disabled children.
On the way home, Mokedi and I were both feeling: "We are both grass growing up in a greenhouse, and now we know how happy we are, with good food and clothes, and more importantly, with the care of our parents." I secretly made up my mind: I must study hard. When I grow up, I can cure all the sick and disabled children and let them stay with their parents and grow up happily!
Students and friends, let's join hands and help these poor children together! As long as we give a little love, it will always be spring.
Caring is a bright lamp that can illuminate people's beautiful hearts. When I was growing up, many people took care of me. ...
That autumn, when I was in the first grade. After school that day, the sky was overcast with thunder and lightning, and the rain kept falling. Other students were taken home by their parents and left me under the eaves at the school gate. The rain kept hitting my face and body with strong winds, and I was shivering with cold. Just when I was in a daze and felt depressed and helpless, a familiar voice came: "Xiao Fang, I'll take you home first." It turned out to be the head teacher, Miss Wang. Holding an umbrella, she hurried to my side, quickly wiped away the rain for me and said sadly, "Put on the blue coat I brought." Light light blue is my classmate and Miss Wang's daughter. I asked gratefully, "What about light light blue?" Teacher Wang said seriously, "Light light blue is in the office. I'll take her home later. Go! " "
Put on a blue coat and hide under Mr. Wang's umbrella. I feel much warmer. Walking, I found that Miss Wang was drenched by the rain, and the umbrella in her hand completely covered me. The rain on my face disappeared, but tears came out like spring water, blurring my eyes. With great gratitude, I snuggled up to Miss Wang and held her warm hand. ...
Although several years have passed, I still remember it vividly, especially what Mr. Wang often said: "Caring is to make people around you happy with your own practical actions." I want to be a useful person like Miss Wang.
There is pure friendship, meticulous care and unforgettable hatred in this world. But the most precious thing is the ubiquitous love.
When I was a child, my father asked me to learn skating. When I put on my slightly larger skates, I felt a sense of tottering. Coincidentally, my neighbor Sister Zhu Hui also came to see me learn skating. My father helped me walk slowly for eight steps, and I slipped down slowly with his help, but I still had fear in my heart. So I asked my father for help again and again, and the smoother it was, the smoother it was like a light swallow. However, my father's hand is becoming more and more relaxed invisibly. When I felt that my father didn't help me, I exclaimed, "Dad, Dad!" " "All of a sudden, I plopped down on the ground, suddenly dizzy, only felt a sharp pain. When my mother, my sister Zhu Hui and some people watching from the sidelines heard a bang, they all came to see what had happened. They saw me fall to the ground and came to help me up and ask me questions. When they learned that I fell because I was learning to skate, they encouraged me to continue to learn to skate. " Persistence is victory, so you must persist! "A word like a warm current flows into my heart. Finally lived up to expectations and learned to skate. It can be seen how warm the care of the world is!
In fact, there are many such things. Isn't this year's "5 12" Wenchuan earthquake a good example? After the earthquake, people from all over the world lent a helping hand to help the victims rebuild their homes, which made the victims feel grateful.
Care is a kind of pay, like warm sunshine; Caring is a kind of dedication, like a gentle spring breeze; Caring is a virtue, just like the selfless earth. Let's care for others together and let meticulous care be everywhere!
Caring composition 9 Caring for the sixth grade is a piece of sunshine shining in winter, which makes the poor feel the warmth of the world; Caring is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Caring is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives the helpless people spiritual comfort.
I remember one day, my mother and I went to the "Jade Square" to play. At that time, both sides of the square road were very lively, with children chasing, adults playing badminton and old people playing chess on the grass ... it was a paradise on earth! However, when we went home, something unfortunate happened. A motorcycle was driving very fast and accidentally hit a van that was about to turn. It was really a car that hit a giant and immediately overturned. Circle! I saw the cyclist immediately fly to the same height as the street lamp, and then "madly" somersault. When passers-by felt "hopeless", the man in the van ran out and tried to catch the cyclist. Later, the cyclist was picked up by the man and saved his life. However, the cyclist's leg was badly broken and the man in the van was injured. At that time, he made a slight cry for help, and no matter how small the voice was, passers-by cared for him like catching up with a thousand miles of work. Someone called 1 10, someone called 120, and someone bandaged his wound ... Finally, with everyone's help, the cyclist gradually recovered. This is really "those who help others will always help others, and those who respect others will always respect others!" "
It seems that the world really has true feelings everywhere!
Love is everywhere. Can you believe it?
In the fifth grade, Tang Chen and I went to the Olympic class together, and we had to take the bus together. But as soon as we got to Baiyue Square, there were many people going up and down. We are at the first stop, so we have seats. Many people have seats, but they don't think of others. Tang Chen has books and exercise books in his hand. At this time, at a station, an old lady of about 60 years old came over. My uncles and aunts in the car pushed me, and I pushed you without giving up my seat. Tang Chen subconsciously looked at the book in his hand, don't know should let. At this moment, it seems that two little people jumped out of Tang Chen's head: an angel and a demon. The devil said, "don't give up your seat, so many uncles and aunts, let them give up their seats." With so many books, you will definitely fall down if you give up your seat! " The angel is different: "How is this possible?" " ! Politeness is our traditional virtue. If everyone thinks so, let others give up their seats, who will take the initiative in the end? "The devil said," No! What are those uncles and aunts doing in the car? Won't they let me? " The angel retorted, "We must give up this seat, because they don't have it, so we should take the initiative and set an example!" " After a struggle, Tang Chen finally put all the books in order, stood up, took the old woman to her seat and said, "Old woman, I have kept you waiting. Sit in my seat. "
The old lady looked at the uncles and aunts of the whole car, then at Tang Chen, and said, "Now children are really more sensible than adults!" "Tang Chen listened and said," Nothing, this is what I should do. " Tang Chen stepped forward at the critical moment. No wonder the old woman said that he was more sensible than adults.
Haha, come on, care is everywhere. Tang Chen is so concerned about others that I want to learn from him. Isn't it?
There are many caring people around us, but a stranger cares about me very much.
That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and there was a muddy dirt road under our feet. I went out of the house to find a better way, but I still didn't know where to go because my feet were covered with mud. I trudged to a main road and wanted to walk a little. Then I saw an uncle with an umbrella coming. He looked back at the difficulty of my walking and smiled and said to me, "It's easier this way." At this time, I was a little scared and my heart beat faster, because he was a stranger after all. I didn't know his intention, so I didn't speak. But I saw that the road over there was really clean, and I thought, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I summoned up my courage and walked over.
We walked a long way in tandem, so I tried to stay away from him for fear that he was a bad guy. But in the conversation with him, I think he is very kind, and my guard is gradually relaxed. We walked and talked, and soon came to the intersection. He walked to the highway, and when we were about to break up, he did not forget to say, "Go that way, it's very clean there."
When he left, everything he said kept coming to my mind. Only then did I know that I had misunderstood a good man, a kind person.
I think: there must be many such good people around us. I believe my kind uncle and I will meet again. At that time, I will definitely say, "Thank you."
The sixth grade caring composition 12 came out in the morning, and the lake dressed her; The new moon came out and the stars accompanied her; Spring blossoms and leaves set her off; Birds sing, crickets play the piano for her ... Everything in the world is telling us love stories.
But, you know, in the hospital bed, there is a girl beside us, waiting for us to extend a loving hand.
Do you remember how many happy mornings and nights she spent with us? Her former happy figure has been replaced by illness and pain. Can you bear to watch this young life leave us? No, absolutely not. We will let her go back to school with our own hands and study with us in the spacious and bright classroom!
She has successfully removed a brain tumor surrounded by love and ended the operation, but the huge cost has made the family face despair. In order to get her back to health as soon as possible, you see, all classes began to donate money and watched the beautiful spring by themselves, while some people cried in front of the white ward and struggled with the disease. We hope that she will fight the disease to the end, and we also hope to see her healthy figure enter the campus as soon as possible and confide in each other. * * * We look forward to the future together, sharing weal and woe, sharing weal and woe!
What makes tears turn into smiles in this world? What makes the heart so close to the heart? This is love. With love, we can spread warmth to every corner of the world with a happy smile.
Perhaps, life is a rugged road, during which there are many ditches and hurdles waiting for us to cross. After experiencing the ups and downs of growing up, I gained the feeling of growing up, that is, "spreading love and walking with happiness." Isn't there a saying that "give a rose, and your hand has a lingering fragrance"? When you spread love, you will also reap happiness.
Caring for the sixth grade composition 13 Caring is like a song of the soul, which sings the wonderful melody of love and the true feelings of the world. Caring is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Caring is like a bright lamp, illuminating my future; Care is like a pair of warm hands, which help me up when I fall.
One weekend, my mother and I went out for a drink. It was still sunny when we went there. Just as we were about to go home, suddenly there were dark clouds and thunder. My mother and I ran over and said, "Oh, no, the clothes hanging at home have not been confiscated yet!" " "But when we just ran to the yard to dry the clothes, we saw that the clothes were folded and covered with a layer of tarpaulin. Later, I learned from my sister. Aunt Tan saw it and helped her mother collect clothes and covered them with tarpaulins for fear that the rain would get wet. My sister also said that Aunt Tan never told anyone what good things she had done for others, and Aunt Tan also asked people who knew the inside story not to tell.
Once, on Friday, my mother twisted her ankle and couldn't pick me up. My father went out to work for others. I squatted in the corner alone, feeling depressed. A figure came up to me and looked intently. It was Aunt Tan. Suddenly, dark clouds emerged from my heart and I saw the sun. Aunt Tan said to me, "Rhyme! Hurry up, mom is waiting for you at home! " I handed my hand to Aunt Tan with joy, and I felt a warm, thick and unspeakable taste in my heart. I think it must be the taste of being cared for! I really want to be immersed in it all the time
Love is pure and beautiful. Care is around us, let's feel it with our heart!
Love composition in life14-love is everywhere, and life is full of love! There are many kinds of caring between people. For example: "Motherly love and fatherly love are the care and love that parents give their children;" There is love between relatives and friends; There is also a special care between people, that is, the care given by strangers. That kind of love makes people feel warm and kind. ...
I remember once a long time ago, I was planning to visit my grandparents that day. I got on the bus and there was an empty seat. I immediately ran over and sat down. After a while, when the bus stopped at the next stop, I saw many people getting on the bus, and many people didn't have seats. Among them, there is a white-haired grandmother. I thought to myself: Our teacher taught us to give our seats to grandparents on the bus. But once I give up my seat, won't I have to sit myself? However, giving seats to grandparents is one thing we should do as young pioneers. Thinking of this, I immediately stood up and said to my grandmother, "grandma, I'll give you my seat." Please sit down. " Grandma listened to my words and said to me kindly, "little friend, let you sit down." I am standing. " After listening to my grandmother, I said to her, "Grandma, what can I do?" Please sit down. After listening to what I said to her, the old woman slowly sat down in the seat I gave up and said kindly to me, "Little friend, you are so sensible. Thank you for giving me your seat. " Then he touched my head with his hand. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, you're welcome. This is what we young pioneers should do. "
After this incident, I feel the happiness of caring for others, caring for others and helping others!
We should help those who need our help more.
I just got up on Sunday morning when I heard a loud and rhythmic brushing sound, and then I heard the sound of running water.
It turned out that dad was washing my heavy and dirty clothes. Embarrassed, I secretly took a look: I saw my father roll up his sleeves, holding soap in his left hand and wiping it on the eye-catching ink of a sweater; Then he brushed hard with a brush in his right hand ... After a while, he soaked the sweater again, put his hand into cold water and rubbed it hard. Seeing this, I can't help shuddering and shaking all over.
Gradually, the ink faded. Dad still won't give up, brush, wipe and be meticulous. His hands were red with cold, but it didn't make his father give in. He must be thinking, "Let your daughter wear a clean sweater." So he gritted his teeth and continued to brush his teeth. My heart suddenly shook, and I was very sad and ashamed: what a fifth-grade student can do, why should his father be left out? Should I? It shouldn't be! I swear I won't let my dad do my own thing in the future. I don't want my father to suffer for me. No, no. I will never see it.
The dirt on the clothes slowly faded, and my father had a happy smile on his face, but he felt sorry for himself in his heart. The rest of the clothes were spotless by my father. I saw the wrinkles on my father's face and the silver thread in my hair, all for my growth! I seem to see my father's golden love shining.