? The "unequal treaties" of love
Ren Yanjuan
quietly into the water a handful of sugar, the water can not see, but already sweet in the heart.
--Title
A child and then ugly and then not gentle, have the love is also unique, because when he croaked, a love of "unequal treaties" on the silent signing of a good, for him to protect him from the wind and rain, to help him overcome the thorns. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
This is not something you need to debate with me, because I've been there.
Outside the window, the snow is flying, the world is covered in silver, like a fairy tale world. And I'm stuck in the "cruel reality" in the search, the hand of the pencil was fiddled with dizzy, weekly diary is still empty. My father, who usually publishes a "tofu block" in the evening paper, came over and said, "What did you do on Saturday?" I thought about it: "I went to the supermarket with my mom." He sat down. He sat down: "You think again, your mother how to do, how she thinks ......" his sentence of questioning let me back to the time --
I accompanied my mother to the supermarket I accompanied my mom to the supermarket to buy a set of red underwear, because next year is her natal year. The red lingerie on the shelves is of various styles, and I have spotted the "Cat People" 2014 new model, which costs less than 200 yuan. But mom's eyes always hovering in the 40 yuan or so non-branded series: "just a forget it, is to figure a lucky, wear in the inside there is no need to spend so much money." A few days ago, she gave me a set of "NJM" underwear, spending more than 100 yuan, when she said seriously: "How can you just wear it, miscellaneous brand material is not good, stimulate the skin." In this way, she is for me to consider is "personal interests", on their own to pay attention to is "economic benefits". Alas, in the wear, she is one set for me, on their own is another set!
The first floor of the supermarket is a fast food restaurant, mom took me in to find a seat. Order a plate of my favorite fried noodles, grilled a few lamb kebabs, and then a glass of Coke. She said she wasn't hungry and smiled as she watched me chow down. It was only after I pushed her that she took a small bite of the kebabs. Outside the house, I want to eat whatever she is willing to eat, while the square dance when she even buy a bottle of water will be stingy. Before leaving the house, she said while pouring water into the cup: "Many mineral water sampling are not qualified, not as good as their own irrigation drink assured it!" Alas, on the food, she set one gear for me and another for herself!
Not far from the supermarket there is a pharmacy, the two days mom occasionally wind cold, to buy some cold medicine. The salesman recommended several well-known cold medicine in one breath, the price is more than 10 yuan. Unfortunately, it is a waste of feelings, mom found in the corner of the counter "one dollar goods". After leaving the house, mom said, "The ingredients of the medicine are similar, and those expensive ones contain advertising costs." And give me to see the doctor to buy drugs never so, she determined that "drugs are indeed expensive, the price of life is higher; to solve the daughter's pain, how much money are out of pocket." Alas, to see the doctor, she opened to me is a price, on their own is another price!
- back to God, I feel hot in my heart: the original, between my mother and I hide a "unequal treaty": daughter dressed better than her, eat more than her, medication is more expensive than her.... ...She gave me the best of all, but I was like amnesia, like a pen without words.
Mom, I'm willing to keep this "unequal treaty" with you. Just one day, I'm going to change seats with you, so that you can enjoy the feeling of being loved. I believe that day will come soon.
Teachers' comments
The highlights of this article are mainly reflected in two aspects: first, the selection of materials close to life, there is the breath of the soil. The author used simple language to describe the life of three ordinary small things, the sense of deep mother love, between the lines of affection moving, natural and not to do. Secondly, it is a profound and unique realization. Through comparison, the mother's love is realized to the fullest, expressing their gratitude.
Looking back
Jiangsu Province, Rugao City Junior High School Gong Zixin
It has always been not like flowers, always think that it is just an empty long a beautiful and loveable model. Fixed season, a short period of time, the essence of a year's storage, why empty waste in a short period of time on the flowers?
In the past two days, rapeseed flowers bloomed very exuberantly. The city outskirts of the large large fields, touching the eye are all over the eye-catching yellow, so the mother proposed to go to see the rapeseed. Driving to the outskirts of the city, through the car window can see that a sea of golden flowers. I casually looked at it and then lowered his head, playing the game on the phone. The sun was shining, through the sunroof, and it fell on my body and the seat. It then haloed the aperture, and the car door on my side cast my shadow.
"Nested in the car why, come down to walk, usually school will not have time to come out, look at the outside sunshine is very good ah!"
Mother a bright face, a rare ripple of childlike smile, she tapped on the car window, seems not to pull me down do not stop!
"Coming, coming!" I reluctantly stepped down.
"Mumble, look--"
My mother's hand pointed straight behind me, her eyes narrowing slightly with a look of wanton enjoyment.
I don't want to brush her off, so I'll turn around and look back - but then I suddenly saw that a splendid canola flower that caught people's eyes! For a moment actually forgot to breathe, straight, froze, staring at that a vast, vast sea of flowers ...... and in the car window to see completely different, hiding in that small closed space, what is seen is just an excerpt of the vast sea of flowers in a corner of just now, and now, full of beautiful colors straight to the eye.
The kind of bright yellow, the kind of jumping yellow, the kind of energy wanton yellow, the kind of tranquility into a poem of yellow, the kind of gentle as a smile of yellow ...... moment, will feel that their own words are poor. Searching in the mind to search, but still can not be depicted to the fullest, it is not like the early spring willow almost tender green yellow, also not as good as the sunflowers in the late fall of the kind of dark and deep yellow. Is the kind of between the two, very youthful vigor of the yellow - so, can not help, in a flash thought of the sun. Suddenly, the brilliant rapeseed flower is the embodiment of the sun!
The mother smiled very pleased, seems to be a glance will be convinced of my shock!
Indeed, the heart is shocked, is surging, is surging! I'm not exaggerating, you can think of that look back in the heart of the moment of surprise? Can you think of that piece of rapeseed flowers in the face of the group? Can you think of the call from the wilderness and the soft heart of a place of interlacing, overlapping, fusion?
The heart in a flash was also ignited, in a trance, I actually saw that the depth of the flame is the quiet sea of flowers, a clump, a cluster, a piece of ......
"Lonely people walk lonely road to see the lonely landscape", such a Life should be boring, should be miserable! Learn to look back, learn to melt the ice with warmth to build the wall of the heart, open heart, brave face, life is wonderful everywhere!
Sometimes, because of the unintentional look back, you can grasp the beautiful ......
Teachers Comments
"Look back" to build the skeleton of the article, but the description of the example is to make the article have flesh and blood. The little author to watch the rape flowers as a starting point, the spiritual journey is the emotional clues in this article. From "dislike" to "reluctance" to "shock" to "love admiration", showing that the "The author focuses on the unique feeling of seeing the rapeseed. The author focuses on the shock of seeing rapeseed flowers, and then highlights the significance of "looking back".
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? She Chenyu
How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams? When I look back, I can only see the empty branches of the enchanting, light fragrance residue, but I do not see the flowers blooming brightly. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
In my people a lot, a lot, count over, actually can not count.
Grandma is the one who cares about me. Grandma is far away, the end of the year to go to my grandmother's home, when I was young, I want to run with my cousin, cousin ass, ignoring the old grandmother, perhaps only see one or two times a year for the sake of it, I am not close to my grandmother, to my grandmother's home, but also far from a greeting, then ran to the house, and even did not look at my grandmother.
The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it.
The family has a lot of people, and Grandma chose not to eat at the table during dinner, and was busy in the kitchen for half a day, burning the fire and frying the food, and when I looked at her from afar, she had a smile on her face. After eating, I want to add rice, Grandma is always the first to add my, to be eaten in half before I realized that the bottom of the bowl actually stuffed a chicken leg, and cousins, cousins did not have this treatment.
After dinner, to be cleaned up has been late at night, mom and grandma in the kitchen chat, I also came together, grandma want to pull my hand and I intimate, and not wait to contact the skin, I will be a moment to avoid, hide behind my mom, I hate grandma's pair of calluses and cracked hands, dirty, as if how to wash can not be washed clean. Mom glared at me, then turned her head toward Grandma and smiled helplessly. Grandma's expression changed subtly, cloudy eyes like pools of water without the slightest bit of luster, like being stomped on for no reason. The corners of the mouth slightly twitching, and finally withdrew his hand back, two hands rubbing back and forth, issued a "clatter" sound, then the young me did not understand the grandmother's disappointment, until later recalled, only full of regret.
Grandma still cares about me, even though I'm as indifferent to her as water.
In Grandma's house to stay on so two or three days, then to come back, Grandma always early in the chicken coop to pick the most fat growth of the old hen or the most robust rooster in the sack, let Mom in the trunk of the car to bring back to me to eat, Mom can not afford to hard to refuse, because like Grandma, such as the elderly to eat a hen should be regarded as a great tonic, but ultimately pushed the Grandma. In addition, Grandma will also prepare a lot of home-grown vegetables to the trunk, mouth chanting: eat less vegetables, too much medicine. When everything was ready, Grandma stood and looked at me playing, then called me softly, "Little baby, come here, let Grandma take a look at you." I ran over and looked at Grandma, who smiled gratefully, actually smiling a little foolishly, and then reached out and touched my shirt. I paid attention to my grandmother's eyes, and even some white spots, such as my grandmother's white hair.
Later, I asked my mom, only to understand that my grandmother suffered from cataracts.
I never thought it would be so fast, and when I went to my grandmother's house again, she couldn't see, and my heart ached with pain, pain in my grandmother's eyes.
Grandma still cares about me, and gradually growing up I, too, began to care about Grandma, I stroked my grandma worked all my life has been stabbing people's hands, talk to Grandma, but it is already a little late.
Grandma has always cared about me, and I only cared about Grandma, at the time of Grandma's blindness.
There are many, many people who care about me, and only a handful of people I care about.
I'm ashamed that it was too late to care.
The first thing you need to do is to find out how much you know about the flowers in your dreams. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Teacher's comments
The article is a touching story. The grandmother in the article, regardless of the attitude of the little author to her, she has always been a strong love infused in every detail of life. The author has used many detailed descriptions to highlight the characters well. The emotional vein of the article is clear, fresh and full of heavy humanistic flavor, giving the reader a spiritual enlightenment and emotional inculcation.
? The first is to make the reader aware of the fact that there is a lot of money to be made. The first time I saw this, it was just an ordinary thing
? Xu Wei
Gently cupped in the palm of your hand, quietly feel the warmth from the fingertips to the bottom of your heart. The first thing you need to do is to take a small sip, and let the sweetness of the mouth spread straight to the whole body, and the curl of the fragrance, with the most essential breath of nature in the air broadcast. At that moment, the time flow, everything seems to go back to the old days, those unusual breakfast, the bowl of unusual grits porridge.
A cold morning, when the sun is still huddled in the quilt failed to show smile, the earth seems to be sleeping. The rich fragrance of the grits spreads warmly in the room. Rubbing light eyes, hastily left the soft blanket, looking for the fragrance, to start another day of new journey. Almost no matter how cold or hot, wake up in the morning, wash up, there is a bowl of hot grits and grits porridge on the table, next to put a few small dishes, will become the sweetest beginning of a good day.
Hold the celadon flower bowl, so that a little warmth from the fingers of the palm of the hand softly to the heart, like a wisp of warmth of the spring sun, warmly awakened a night of sleep of the heart of all things. The steaming fragrance carries the scent from the essence of the grains, scattered in the cold air, interpreting the eternal warmth of the world. "Drink it quickly, you have to go to school later." Grandma urged gently, covering the freshly cooked porridge with a cotton cloth, saving it for Grandpa to eat together when he woke up. I smiled and took a sip, and the sweetness of my mouth spread all over my body, warming my body and my heart.
The bowl of porridge has become the warmest expectation in my heart, and that moment, which is just an ordinary moment, has become the most beautiful nostalgia in the coming days.
The grandmother smiled happily, for her, every day to her grandson to cook a bowl of hot and fragrant porridge seems to have become the most memorable embellishment of her life. The fragrance of the dish is hovering in front of her eyes, and everything seems to be still so beautiful. Grandma's comfortable smile, the old face of the trance more natural vitality. Oh, that's just an ordinary, just natural eyes have not captured that always existed a vitality. At that time, just quietly looking, but forgot, ignored a warmth, a kind of moving ......
The years are always like merciless water, from the fingers flow through, will no longer return to the initial appearance. The warm porridge has long been replaced by soft bread and a cup of milk so white that it does not seem to contain any impurities, but can no longer find the warmth and haste that is handed over to the heart. I also went to the breakfast store to order a bowl of congee, but in the noisy world, I could not find that special fragrance and beauty. The porridge is still the same, but the person at that time is not, the flavor at that time can not be found again.
"Being wine do not frighten the spring sleep heavy, gambling book consumed splash tea incense, then only is ordinary." Nalan's words also have such delicate feelings. For me, a bowl of ordinary porridge, but tasted a different beauty. So, how can things be different in the world? I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea for us to have a good time, and I think it's a good idea for us to have a good time.
Then it was only ordinary, like a dream swept through, only a wisp of warm fragrance left in the heart ......
Comments
The author of this article, from daily life to choose a bowl of "grits gruel", the essence of the writing on the everyday From the "bowl of grits porridge" that my grandmother prepared for herself, to the breakfast that is now replaced by bread and milk without the warmth of aroma, although it is our ordinary life, but the author writes it in a heartfelt and soulful way. In addition to detailed description, but also used the art of contrast, the unusual love throughout. The final quote from Nalan Seide highlights the main idea of the article. In addition, the language of the article is simple and unadorned, telling the story, no beautiful rhetoric, but from the depths of the heart to shake the heart of each reader.